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Libereco

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Chapter 52: Lessons Learned - Monday (Part 1)

Incest Sex Story: Chapter 52: Lessons Learned - Monday (Part 1) - Libereco is a series of stories about a fictional independent community of Futanari hybrids on an island somewhere in the Kattegat/Skagerrak area between Denmark, Norway, Sweden, and Germany that takes place chronologically in a present day current events exclusionary bubble but contains near future science.

Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/Fa   ft/ft   Fa/ft   Mult   Consensual   Drunk/Drugged   Hypnosis   NonConsensual   Reluctant   Teen Siren   CrossDressing   TransGender   Fiction   Futanari   Restart   School   Workplace   Incest   BDSM   DomSub   FemaleDom   Humiliation   Light Bond   Group Sex   Orgy   Polygamy/Polyamory   Interracial   Anal Sex   Analingus   Double Penetration   First   Lactation   Massage   Masturbation   Oral Sex   Scatology   Sex Toys   Voyeurism   Water Sports   Babysitter   BBW   Big Breasts   Doctor/Nurse   Public Sex   Size   Teacher/Student   Infantilization   Transformation   Illustrated  

30759-52-sonja-hofmaier.jpg “Everyone have a good Winterfest?” Sonja Hofmaier queried as she shut the door to the conference room just off of the main reception office at LPI and turned towards the table. She had purposely worn a scoop neck blouse that showed off her newly measured breasts. All that surplus milking had finally paid off. The subsequent temporary swelling and become permanent. Her visit to the clinic this morning confirmed it; she finally had a pair of 37Ds and she was loving it.

“It seems you certainly did,” chortled Rita Montrose, her Vice-Principal. Almost 25 years her senior, the chances of her adding another inch and matching the dark skinned Frenchwoman’s 38Ds were not high. “You’re almost as big as me now, though on your frame your new rack is more noticeable,” she then admitted.

“There’s still hope for me I think,” Aryana Habib peeped up raising her hand hesitantly, her slightly smaller endowments none the less impressive for a 26 year old.

“You have the Montembault genes in you Honey,” Anastasia Huntington pointed out with a smirk reaching over and grabbing a cock shaped pastry from the plate at her end of the table. “Tits are just not a thing they do small over there at the bakery.”

“Nice of them to send those over,” Lorena Montrose 30759-52-lorena-montrose.jpg complimented ripping a honeyed ass cheek from the square of 16 in front of her. Like Sonja succeeded her mother to her post, it was likely the guidance counselor would follow hers into the #2 desk once she stepped down in a couple of years.

“If they are all in here,” Erika Hofmaier asked, indicating Anastasia, Aryana, and Verona Bouwmeester, the three front office staffers at the table, “who’s out there?”

Sonja grinned inwardly. Her mother never missed a trick.

“Maisie Corbett,” the 47 year old transplanted American replied. “I brought in a bit of help today as well. Eydis Faranzeh and Aadrika Shastri both have spares in first period. They’re out front too.”

“And after the first?” the 64 year old pressed.

“Carlotta Lombardi and Naazima Zidlicky,” the raven haired secretary detailed. “I’ve got a list of others I haven’t yet selected from for the afternoon. This could well go on the entire week.”

“Extra service hours for the girls,” Rita approved with a nod.

“So does everyone have the Career Week Schedule?” the principal probed steering the conversation back to matters at hand.

“I do ... I do ... I do...” Verona repeated quickly leafing through the papers in front of her before triumphantly holding up the relevant document. “I do!”

“OK, let’s go through it once more before classes start,” the 38 year old directed.


“Hey,” Athena Hlaváč called out from the sidewalk as the Vesterberg girls disembarked from the bus. “First day at LPI right? You’re going to love it here.” The 16 year old stepped away from the mass of milling students out in front of the school and stepped towards the pair with three others tagging along.

Asta clung to her older sibling Jørdis and looked about nervously. Since the two of them had been grown their own cocks over that weekend and had been introduced to the dietary habits of the island her life had changed, both of theirs had. The newly made futamutes lived with their mother and their now sissy father Vivien whom they increasingly treated like a younger sister. There were five others in the household. The Matron of their Nest, as the locals called these family units, was Mommy Ilena Thomlinson and she worked in the hydroponic greenhouses at the edge of town. Her daughter Azalea, a junior apprenticed there as well. Dark skinned and curvy, the 47 year old’s long auburn brown box braids fell nearly to her waist. By contrast the other, as tall as their mother, had a fuzzy black afro exploded Einstein-like from her head. Each had cocks much larger than their own and the teenager’s was actually bigger than her parent’s.

Another Danish family, the Kristiansen’s was also a part of their group. Saffi, the unit’s senior, was the same height as she was. The bobbed redhead was well proportioned for all that though, even if she didn’t rival the others between the legs. She apprenticed at the investment firm in town and had already decided to study finance once she graduated. Her mother, Gerda had a figure that rivaled her mother’s though on a shorter frame. The brunette was of a size that was close to the largest. She had secured her older sister Jørdis an apprenticeship at the local farmer’s market where she worked. She would be joining the older woman for her first shift after school today. The younger Vesterberg was told that apparently she had to wait until she was a sophomore to find her placement.

Lastly, there was Amber Holloway. She was the youngest Nest Parent at 25. Her long loose wheat blonde curls and grey eyes gave her a bit of an angelic appearance. Asta found herself drawn to her more than the others she wasn’t sure why. From what she understood, she was brought in specifically as the household’s medical presence as she worked at the breeding lab in town her mother told her of. Maybe that was it. Both had been fed by all of them but for their new little sister. And each had fed her and each other multiple times since beginning their new life on the island. She and Jørdis had become comfortable with sleeping with the faces nestled in the other’s fleshy crack. At first they had to bind them that way when they went to sleep at night, but that was no longer necessary. It had become the norm for the sisters once they went to bed. Still, the 14 year old was nervous with her first day at a new school with a new cock. She tightened her grip on the arm of her sibling as the group approached.

“You both know Tammy of course,” the basketball forward bantered indicating the daughter of the doctor that had overseen their futamutation.

“Good to see you again,” she grinned reaching in to cop a feel of the younger girl’s fledgling cock.

Asta swayed slighting and sighed as her member hardened under the touch.

“Feels like you’re ready for your first day,” she giggled letting her fingers linger as she slid in beside her.

“These are two more members of the basketball team, Lotte DeBoer and Vritta Agarwal,” the blonde then introduced steering the two towards Jørdis. Lotte you’ve probably seen on the court, she is one of our better players. Vritta here, is in the same grade as you, she’s still working her way into the rotation.

“I kind of flip between small and big forward,” the sophomore added lightly embracing the older Vesterberg before sliding her hand down the front of the 15 year old’s school uniform skirt. “I’m actually her aunt,” she revealed nodding to the Gatimu girl. The doctor who did your procedure and I are sisters genetically. It’s where I get my skin tone. My mother is Punjabi.”

The two older players watched as the younger pair nestled themselves next to the new arrivals and brought them both to stiffness.

Jørdis glanced around uneasily to see if anyone else was looking in their direction. The way the group was standing the two juniors had more or less afforded the Tammy and Vritta the privacy the required to toy with the two Danish girls. The hand felt so nice on her new cock but she was sure this wasn’t proper. Others who were milling around before going to class had formed small gatherings themselves. The 5’9” futamute spotted another girl, a blonde being guided down to her knees by a third, an Asian, who squatted beside her. Moments later the first’s mouth was filled by the cock of a student with long black hair while the arm of the other moved up and down in front of the one she held close. She chewed her bottom lip anxiously, eyes glued to the actions of the trio, and succumbed to the stroking of her own organ.


“So as you can see we have the riding club and the florists this morning,” the principal detailed spelling out the day’s lineup, “and CRG as well as Shutterburg’s in the afternoon.” Career Week was an important time for the first years as well as the local businesses. To be sure most of the shops in town had already compiled a list of those they would be interested in bringing on as apprentices in the fall. But the majority though they might have a favourite or two had not really pared that down at all. Their presentations throughout the week would help them do that. At the same time the students that would be the focus of attention had only been out of the tank for five months. It was true, each had the genetic preferences of their parents and each had the specialties of their hypnopaedic education. But most really didn’t know their minds at this point and only began to fill out their own preferences a bit later, often after a follow up visit to the places of the presentations that interested them.

30759-52-anastasia-huntington.jpg “Who’s doing the Blossoms and Blooms?” Anastasia asked.

“Looks like they are sending Achara Rattana this year,” Rita replied.

“She’s requested the Montembault girls as aides,” her daughter Lorena added consulting her laptop.

“Both of them?” The blonde 47 year old questioned.

“That’s what it says here,” the guidance counselor affirmed.

“How are their marks this year?” Sonja inquired.

“Majori looks like she is having a little trouble with history, but she has that tomorrow with Freema,” the other 38 year old reported. “I can go have a word with her after we break if you want. See what she thinks her problem is.”

“Good idea,” her mother nodded. “And Monique?”

“She’s good across the board, exceptional in art,” the younger Montrose filled in.

“Interesting,” the Huntington woman murmured seemingly having missed the last scholastic exchange before speaking up again. “And they are presenting for Carlotta correct?”

“Yes, that’s what I’ve got here,” Verona Bouwmeester confirmed being the one handling that aspect of the scheduling.

“Good, good,” her colleague nodded. “My Tatiana is in that class and she always liked going to their shop.”

“Noted,” Aryana commented quietly with a bit of a smile having met the older receptionist’s youngest daughter.

“Putting CRG on the first day is a bit of a change,” Erika remarked. “They usually present later in the week don’t they?”

“They wanted to go early this year,” the youngest of the staffers interjected.

“Layla Bertelli was saying they have a trial of some kind on their calendar,” Sonja added. Even though the two had been three years apart when they went to university in Aarhus, they had always been close.

The older Hofmaier raised her eyebrows momentarily at the latest tidbit. “Is she doing the presentation for them?” she then followed up.

“Her and the new girl Ashley Farragher,” Lorena listed. “She wants Megyn Maddocks and Tan Mingmei as well. Both are above the bar with marks. There’s no issue there.”

“Good to hear,” the principal smiled before looking around for additional questions.


“She’s in a meeting right now Yua,” Maisie Corbett informed the Japanese teacher. “They’re all in there. It’s just me and student stand-ins up front at the moment,” she lamented nodding to the two seniors behind the counter. Eydis Farzaneh, the history teacher’s oldest daughter was busy getting the Aziz girls sorted with their schedules. The girl was a star on the soccer and rowing teams and apparently pretty handy with woodworking. She had the curves and peach skin tone of her Egg Mother, but the green eyes and freckles of her Seed Mother Emberlyn Kersey. Her golden brown hair, very short, shaved at the sides with curls on top was a product of both. Beyond her sorting through the opening announcements was the somewhat Amazonian Aadrika Shastri. At 5’10” she was one of the taller and solider built seniors, a feature she had inherited, along with her amber eyes, from her Seed Mother Alvera Alejo. Her long midnight black hair however had come from the other side, in the person of Bagheera Shastri. She wasn’t as athletically inclined as her counterpart though she did throw the school’s best javelin. She remembered shop owner’s all having her on their recruitment lists as a first year. It the end it had been Candice Baros at Silk, Satin, and Lace that had won the day. It was said the girl was already designing clothes. Naturally, like all of her clan, she played a musical instrument. In her case it was percussion.

“How long will they be in there?” the auburn brown haired educator asked.

“No idea, it’s career week,” the black haired woman at the counter informed the other. “This will be your first one, but it is an important time here. A lot of the girls make decisions on what happens in the next few days, the businesses too.”

“But my schedule, it’s been cleared,” she protested. “They want me to report to the library. I’m a teacher not a librarian.”

“We all do a little bit of something when it’s needed around here,” Maalika Banerjee chimed in sidling up to the other 26 year old from behind. “That’s just how it is. What’s the problem exactly?”

“They cleared my class schedule and want me to report to the library,” Yua complained.

“That all? Aren’t you the fortunate one then?” the Punjabi futamute chortled. “Library duty is like recess to us staffers. Consider yourself lucky.”

“Really?” the Asian questioned peering back and forth between the other two.

“Really,” the Corbett woman nodded quickly seeing a few of the basketball team come through the door. “Got to come back to this, it’s piling up in here.”

“Sure. We’ll wait,” Maalika smiled. “Let’s go stand over here,” she then suggested steering her friend around the end of the counter approaching the tall black haired senior. As soon as she saw Yua approaching the office, she pushed up the controls on her stimulator. She could already feel her gait lose a bit of it’s form and pulled her a bit closer to steady her. Since her university classmate had grown a cock and been introduced to the fecal pleasures of the community a few months ago, the biology teacher had taken it slow outside of the house. She’d heard about the incident during when Erika Hofmaier had brought Baby Frieda to class earlier in the year. However, for the most part she had kept the circle of women she served small. Now it was Career Week though. Somehow it just felt like the timing was right.

“You seem a little frisky this morning Yua,” she teased just loud enough for the student to overhear. Though she continued doing her work, not looking towards them, she casually shifted slightly so that she was facing the Asian, a conspiratorial smile creeping into existence. Maalika let her free hand lazily slide down the front of her friend.

“Please,” Yua pleaded, not wanting her reflexive subservience to the other teacher to be put on public display.

“Please what Sweetie?” she asked as her hand found her tool beneath her clothes. “Please help you because you’re so horny?”

“No,” the Japanese futamute sighed as her cock leapt eagerly into the proffered grip.

“No, you’re not horny?” she prodded further beginning to slide her hand up and down and feeling the other 30759-52-maalika-banerjee.jpg harden. “It sure seems like you are to me. You’re so nice and stiff, Baby, so nice and stiff. Oh and look Yua, you’re not the only one. Look at Miss Shastri. She’s hard too. I think you made her do that.” Her friend was now swaying in her embrace under her machinations. She turned towards the 17 year old. “Did Miss Ejiri make you horny Miss Shastri? Did she do that?”

The student ‘s wordless reply was a simple nod of confirmation as the bulge of her massive cock pushed out more and more beneath the pleats of her school skirt.

“Such a bad teacher you are Miss Ejiri, making a student so horny like this,” Maalika gently chastised. “How is she ever going to help Maisie if she is all hard like that? You need to make this right.” She stopped her stroking momentarily to reach under and pull Yua’s smaller stem through the slit in her panties. Pressing her knees into the back of her friend’s the two gradually lowered themselves until they were on her knees before the Amazonian senior. “Hand me that if you will please, Aadrika?” she requested seeing a bottle of lubricant on the shelf within the counter.

Moments later her slickened hand encircled the smaller member of the other teacher and the auburn brown haired futamute reflexively began thrusting through it. “Oh yes, teacher is so horny isn’t she?” the Banerjee woman cooed into her other 26 year old’s ear. “But so is Miss Shastri Yua, so is she, Would you like to see how horny she is, Baby? Would you?” She looked once more to the amber eyed Indian/Latina mixed student. “Show her Aadrika, show Miss Ejrii how horny you are.”

The buxom senior moved slightly closer so that the teacher’s nose brushed up against the pleats of her skirt and the arching flesh beneath. Reaching back behind her to unzip, she then hooked her thumbs in the hem and seductively shimmied out of the garment. Freed of it’s constraints her thick pipe thickened to it’s fullness, 10 inches in length, close to that in girth, and rubbed against the Asian’s nose and cheek. Like all seniors, the Shastri girl could wear what she wanted under her school uniform. The deep jungle green lingerie accented with black lace the biology educator had spotted peeking out from under her blouse continued all the way down. The one piece framed the glory of the 17 year old to perfection.

 
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