Libereco
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Chapter 54: Lessons Learned - Monday (Part 3)
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 54: Lessons Learned - Monday (Part 3) - 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 PonyGirl 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
“We put in a couple hours after closing yesterday,” the proprietor of Blossoms and Blooms informed her buxom counterpart. “Took care of the back office stuff we normally do on Monday mornings. You really didn’t expect any of us to miss this did you?”
“Apparently not,” the large Latina replied with a smile glancing at the tide of younger humanity passing the four adults as fish would large rocks in a fast rushing river. Farida Nabil slipped by the quartet and made her way to one of the units in the second row near the window grabbing a empty spot next to Sigrid Bergfors and the equally diminutive Stacy C One. The darker skinned futagen greeted each of her homeroom companions with a kiss as she sat down. The trio was a study in contrasts. The first had the stockier build of her Seed Mother Odessa Ballentyne and would likely also have her curves when all was said and done. She already possessed her blue eyes and the hint of red in her brown hair. The second on the other hand was nearly ethereal by comparison. Considerably taller thanks both to her Bergfors lineage and that of her other side Jolantha Dvorak, her golden blonde waves framed a freckled face with dotted with two emeralds. The last with a similar green gaze but lacking the taller girl’s freckles, had the Asian features of her Seed Mother Chang Ji-Won and long tweed brown hair pulled back in a ponytail.
The Castillo woman had heard through the grapevine about the 
Three more scurried in after the first four, Melody D One, Wicker Henning, and Tatiana Huntington, each an inch shorter than the girl who preceded them. The first’s golden blonde braided pigtails framed a pouty face with pools of brown. After her was the somewhat wilder dreadlocked brunette, whose long boho vines bordered a slightly darker skin and green eyes. A cross of Channel Islands and Swedish genes, the student had one of the larger tools in her grade even though she was one of the shorter first years. Finally came the most diminutive at only 5’2”. Her long luxurious black curls were reminiscent of the youngest of the three florists Veda Agapova, though her turquoise gaze was different from the older’s green one. Unlike the first two, she seemed to pause momentarily when she brushed up against the latter. “Interesting,” Carlota mused inwardly seeing the short futamute’s nostrils flare before she caught herself and broke contact. If the other noticed anything, she wasn’t letting on.
All three quickly found a place to sit, the pigtailed girl sliding in beside Agnes and Genevieve while Wicker pulled Tatiana onto her lap in the aisle seat of her unit in which already sat the tall Daisy Thibodeaux. The last wasn’t didn’t quite have the height of the Bergfors girl but she was more solidly built thanks to her Seed Parent Heather Whatley. Like her twin Harper, both were true six footers, though her Egg Mother was no slouch at 5’9”. The first was a member of the Libereco Security Service while the second was a trainer at the local gym and the 14 year old had inherited all of their musculature as well as their blue eyes.
“Sorry I’m a bit late,” Majori Montenbault burst careening through the door as the morning announcements started.
“You’re fine,” hushed Achara folding the senior into her bosom between her and Carmela shielding her from the youngest students in the room.
The Jeffers woman pulled her phone out of her pocket and thumbed the controls she pulled up on the display, pushing in a little tighter, subtly flipping her hips, beginning a to and from motion as the voice from the speaker above the door spelled out the day’s events. When they got to the various establishment’s being featured for Career Week on this day, she smiled and waved when they mentioned Blossoms and Blooms and the names of the three of them. She hadn’t had occasion to visit the school in a while and as an added bonus her niece and her girlfriend were going to be watching today. She had such perfect skin, so unlike her own, no doubt due in part to her Seed Mother Ejiri Tomoko. The family’s penchant for freckles spread unevenly throughout their gene pool and she was the root of that. She felt the student sandwiched between them press back against her now and peered down to see the Rattana woman’s hand cupped in front of the bulge in the senior’s school skirt that was her stiff cock. Smiling, she slowly lowered the zipper on the back of her school skirt
“ ... tryouts will take place in Gymnasium Two at 3:30 this afternoon,” the voice of Maisie Corbett spoke from the speaker over the door. “Have a great day!”
“Good morning class,” Carlota greeted with a smile to which her students replied in kind. “Today we start Career Week here at LPI. This coming September you will begin your three year apprenticeships at one of the local businesses. Over the next five days those businesses will be showing you what they are all about so you have a better idea of what you’d like to do. Remember to fill out the survey card on your desk after the presentation and keep a list of the ones you like for yourself. You can only apply for a limited amount and you might not get your first choice. Have backups ready. Without further ado, I give you Carmela Jeffers, Achara Rattana, and Veda Agapova from Blossoms and Blooms.”
“Good morning class,” the 53 year old began stepping out from behind the Montembault girl letting the other’s skirt slide down her legs as her colleague took her place behind her and then firmed up her grip on the senior’s stiff pipe.
“No, no, no,” Majori pleaded softly as she was made naked from the waist down and her gentle humping was suddenly exposed to all the younger students. The woman behind her produced a squeeze tube of gel and slickened her palm as she began her masturbatory stroking.
“Shhhhhhhhhh,” the redhead whispered in her ear. 
“As you might have guessed from our name, our shop’s main trade is in flowers,” the Jeffers woman began. “That said we also do a decent trade in seeds as well, both floral and gardening. The spring months are some of our busiest of the year...”
The 17 year old lost track of Carmela’s presentation as her will was slowly melted away under the touch of the older surrogate. She was somewhat aware of the glances the first years stole towards her while at the same time trying to pay attention to the eldest futamute present. As embarrassing as it was for her to be on display like she was, Majori couldn’t work up the strength to stop it. She was Achara’s plaything now and gave herself over to her. On and on it went, her reflexive humping through the slippery circlet providing a tingling glow that echoed through her consciousness. She failed to notice the moisture in her crack until more fingers found her flower. Two, three, the four, then something longer, something thicker, something ... something. A quiet groan escaped her lips and her rhythmic rocking found new reason.
Once Carmela began her opening exchange with the students, Veda reached into her pack she had brought with her and removed a plastic container holding small dark purple berries. She caught the eye of the other two she worked with and received a subtle nod from the senior most before taking off the lid. Walking up to the large Latina, she popped one into her own mouth, relishing the sweet taste, after which the Castillo woman followed suit. The two shared a smile and the raven haired futamute then turned towards the rest of the class and began her rounds.
As each student was offered the plastic dish and they absently took a berry and slipped it into their mouths, becoming more and more mesmerized by the older student being steadily subjugated by the red haired futamute behind her. The Agapova woman took in the first years with knowing amusement. They wouldn’t feel the effects of the Blissberries immediately, but they would soon enough. She was already aware of the soft glow rippling in her own mind.
“What are these?” Agnes asked quietly as she squished hers with her tongue and savoured the taste of it.
“Just one tree?” Genevieve followed up.
“Afraid so,” the curly haired florist admitted. “Miss Jeffers spliced a couple of different species together before I started there, it’s her creation. She used to work in the botany lab at the greenhouse before she took over the florists.”
“How often can you do that? Pick them I mean?” Melody inquired as she swallowed hers.
“Two times a year, three if we’re lucky,” she informed the girl with the braids. She felt herself hardening and the gas within her caused her to bloat slightly. She relaxed her legs enough for her scent to subtly hiss out behind her before continuing. “We only started harvesting them last year.” A pleasant wave of arousal washed over her then. Her cock was rock hard now and pushing up against her short tight dress “We think that as the tree grows the berries will come in more frequently.”
“They taste really good, what do they do?” the first pressed.
“You’ll feel their effects soon enough, Baby,” she teased. “Your friend already is,” she then pointed out gently guiding the faltering Melody to her knees in front of her just as her cock pushed past the hem of her garment. Favouring the 14 year old with a motherly smile she urged the blonde girl’s head forward watching her lick her lips in anticipation. The curly haired florist’s eyes lidded and she sighed when she felt her throbbing length slowly coated in the saliva of the younger futamute. She helped the surrogate establish a steady rhythm as she gazed down at her. Her twin golden braids, her obedient submissiveness, in some ways it reminded her of how Kendra Jeffers, the proprietor’s daughter, had been in her first year apprenticing in the shop. The senior had come such a long way since then, her balancing dominance being well developed over time. The effect of the Blissberry were really kicking in now, her pipe felt so comfortable pumping in and out of its moist sheath.
With each thrust of Wicker Henning’s stiff seven inches into her ass through the one way port in the bottoms of the slutsuit, the two of them crept a bit closer to the woman bending over in the aisle as she talked to the girls in the other unit. Her classmate was close to cumming now, she could tell. This wasn’t the first time the brunette had taken Tatiana from behind. Her long half dreads mingled freely with her fluffy midnight rings as the rode the wave of their collective lust cheek to cheek. But as good as it felt, their coupling wasn’t what held her attention at this time. No, that was the swaying hips of the Veda Agapova, the woman from the flower shop.
It was one of her favourite places to go downtown, Blossoms and Blooms. Whenever she went shopping with her mom, they would stop in there, usually at her urging. To be certain, she did like the flowers and their smells, but her breathe caught the first time she saw her. She was everything she wanted to be. Though they both came from divergent breeding, she had asked the Dr. Ellesmere, the school physician, they both possessed the same cascading black curls, and the same freckles. And now here she was, right in front of her, her mounds undulating to and fro under the velvet smoothness of her green bodycon minidress.
Tatiana could here Wicker’s labored breathing in her ear. She could smell the scent of the older futamute and longed to feel the press of her cheeks on her own. The curly first year began squeezing her hips together with every plunge of her friend’s member, she needed to get closer ... closer. A whimper sounded from the other, her momentum grew in desperation and slowly, so slowly the Huntington girl was granted her wish.
“So I was told you needed this one for your presentation,” Elena 
A sense of panic rose within Majori then. “What was she doing here?!?” the 17 year old screamed inwardly, seeing her younger cousin and fellow apprentice at Blossoms and Blooms. “She wasn’t a part of this; she’d never been a part of this! In all the time that she had been submitting to the three florists, the only one who had also known, also helped turn her into their secret toilet slut, was her senior classmate Kendra. None of the other girls at the shop had ever seen her like this, so vulnerable to the touch of others. What was her cousin doing here?”
“Yes, yes,” Achara confirmed. “Bring her over here, there’s lubricant in my bag there.”
“Sure,” the 51 year old teacher nodded agreeably. “Which hand do you like best Moni?” the Russian asked pulling out the bottle.
“The right, Miss Agapova,” she grinned imperiously holding Majori’s glazed eyes as the latter was steadily jacked by the Rattana woman, understanding where the situation was headed.
“If you could take over for me here, Dear, I can help the others with the presentation,” she suggested, her teeth peeking out from her motherly smile a contrast to her beige complexion.
“Of course Ma’am” she concurred positioning herself next to the turquoise eyed florist.