Libereco
Copyright© 2023 by Juxtaposition
Chapter 57: Lessons Learned - Monday (Part 6)
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 57: Lessons Learned - Monday (Part 6) - 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
Some 50 feet away before the entrance of the cafeteria was the enlarged cradle unit containing the fecal sculpture that was the two new students and Miss Garner. One being fed by hose, who fed the next, who then fed the next, who emptied into the large reservoir the hose drew it’s sustenance from. It was a slimy circle of life and each occupant of the apparatus was being methodically harvested for their semen, for their milk. Naturally the Vesterberg girls, being only 14 and 15 were not contributing much to the latter, but even the blonde 25 year old on the bottom was no more than above average in that regard. That both of the younger futamutes were actually more impressive in bra size only punctuated that point.
Sheeva lay restrained in the cradle unit which sat next to the counter in the front office watching the three of them through glazed eyes and the glass door, barely able to see over her bulging stomach. Like the younger Danish girl, she too was being hose fed shit from the very reservoir she was restrained in as well. Like the younger Danish girl, her creamy fluids were being mechanically siphoned from her at a steady rhythm. Like the younger Danish girl, her asshole pushed out a consistent thick tube of filth that gradually was filling up the tub around her. Occasionally a student or staff member would happen along, remove the hose from Asta Vesterberg’s mouth and push their sludge past her lips, providing her with something new to savour.
Sometimes she would be used for another purpose. Each new addition to her diet eventually worked its way through the others, subtly raising the level of the pool the third wallowed in. Currently Esmeralda Sandoval was pistoning her 10 inch meat in and out of her mouth. The 16 year olds cock was even bigger than her own and she wasn’t small. The tall rower was thrusting with vigor now, quite close to her orgasm. She floated in her own sea of luxurious bliss and she watched the muscular athlete build to her ecstasy. This was not what she had thought would happen when she came to school today.
The senior had been given a nice morning cum before class thanks to the wonderful lips of Kukka Leppanen. Though thin, the 15 year old had blooming curves and the musculature of a person apprenticing from the local building company. The Bouwmeester girl had enjoyed the feel of her hands on the sophomore’s skull, the latter’s lips encircling her cock, the patter of her young blonde braids bouncing off of her thighs, and the spurting of her seed down her throat when she brought her to fruition. She backed the shorter student up until she was forced her to sit on the staircase to the second floor. Turning around she lifted her school skirt and lowered herself onto her onto her upturned face. She trapped her beneath, pulled apart her cheeks, and nestled the 15 year old deep within her cleft. Caressing her blonde hair, the senior relaxed her sphincter and began pushing her shit down her throat.
She spotted Ruby Connolly nearby and waved her over. The redhead had started her apprenticeship with Kattegat Construction at the same time the other student had. She recognized her pigtails as soon as she spotted them. She grinned at sat beside her on the staircase and with a practiced motion greased up her hand. Moments she peeled back her friend’s pleats and began jacking her six inch pipe. One thrust, two thrust, three and then creamy white fountained up from the Leppanen girl’s cock again and again. She adjusted herself slightly atop her perch and continued slithering her shit deep into one sophomore while sharing a smile with the other. She had eaten well at breakfast and now Kukka would too.
“Oh what do we have here?” the short Irish woman asked with a smile, shifting her eyes to Aryana Habib and Erika Hofmaier.
“Sheeva here has volunteered to help us out in the office this afternoon,” the elder futamute explained returning her pleasantries.
“We had a fairly busy day this morning and we’ve got a bit of catching up to do,” the Habib woman detailed. “Sonja even brought her in to help.”
“That must have been a hardship,” the art teacher chuckled to the first.
“Oh it most certainly was. I finally got to sit down at lunch,” the 64 year old.
“Lunch,” the senior thought, overhearing the conversation. She vaguely remembered eating extra. She had been looking forward to feeding the Aziz girl, Bashira she thought her name was. She and her sister were new in town, just like the pair in the hall. She had heard about them over the holidays. Arabella A Two who she had been using, was really starting to develop her dominant streak. She had come along so well. She had hoped to gift the younger futamute the new arrival after she graduated.
She wasn’t sure how long that lasted but somehow in her lust she had ended up restrained in a cradle unit in the office.
“She certainly does seem eager to eat,” the other blonde remarked.
The 17 year old wasn’t quite sure if eager was the right word. As she rhythmically swallowed the filth of the semi-retired potter she thought compelled was a better one. She could feel the throb and tingle growing within her. Her hips flexed wantonly in reply to the machinations of the mother of her doubles partner both on the tennis and badminton teams, Capriana Huntington. Closer and closer she drifted, closer and closer and closer. And then her glory was upon her in big creamy spurts. The rigidness left her body and her muscles went limp. Euphoria flooded through her existence and she became a vessel for the depravity of others.
Vice-Principal Montrose was next to feed her and Miss Corbett replaced the other receptionist on the stool next to the cradle. The first had even more to give than the one who had started her descent. The sludgy serpent that wended its way down from her rosebud forced her jaw to stretch as far as she had to for anyone in the senior’s pottery class. Even if she wanted to, there was no way she could have resisted. She could feel her stomach beginning to grow as she filled.
“You really should come out on Fridays,” she thought she heard Miss Hofmaier urged the dark skinned woman who enveloped her skull in her meaty mounds. “The girls are all there and we have such a good time.”
One by one all of the office staff worked their way through her, each using her mouth however they wished, each taking their turns pulling luscious pearly eruptions from deep within her whenever slimy chocolate slithered down her throat. Others had their turn as well. The front office was a busy place during Career Week and in the first period of the afternoon there had been a fair bit of traffic. Miss Yeboah had dropped by once she had seen the note that had been sent. She had also emptied herself into her. Miss Malynova from the cafeteria saw her when she brought the lunch numbers in. A text message later and two of her daughters had shown up as well Elica who worked with her there and Jenia, the Head of Maintenance at the school. All three had pushed the fudge into her as well. And fuller the cradle became, fuller the cradle became.
“How much do you need?” Maisie Corbett asked.
“Well, she’d do nicely to be honest,” the boho garbed futamute estimated feeling her stomach. “Do you think she’d mind?” she then asked with a slightly pained expression.
“Not at all Eleanor,” the 40 year old Scot assured her. “You go ahead. She’ll love it.”
With that the short artist quickly wrapped one of her long russet dreadlocks around the rest and made a pony tail before pulling up her cotton dress and straddling the structure Sheeva was trapped in. Looking back over her shoulder, she slowly lowered herself onto the upturned face of the Bouwmeester girl until she was comfortable and then relaxed her sphincter. “Bon Appétit, Baby.” She let her eyes lid as her shit oozed through the lips of the 17 year old. “It felt so good getting rid of this load,” she sighed inwardly. “So, so good.”
When Sheeva saw the luscious mounds of the art teacher descending upon her, she reflexively licked her lips and slackened her jaw. The blue eyed student had retreated to that place now, that place she found herself in each week, that place where her ecstasy would entwine with her willingness to serve others. The short woman had such a lovely wide ass, her furrow was so deep, the skin of her cheeks felt so wonderful next to her own. She remembered someone telling her it measured 40 inches. Amon the staff it was said that only the Miss Habib and Miss Castillo were as big there as she was. The flexing of her throat was methodical, constant. The now familiar grip of Miss Corbett found her length and, using her own mud as lubricant, began pumping her anew. It took but two mouthfuls of before her chocolate covered cock erupted once more.
Her eyes closed and she submerged herself in quiet bliss. Her own decadent brown slime emerged from her rosebud in a thick tube that lost its shape as it mingled with that she had already offered up. The level of the filth she was wallowing in had risen considerably since she had been strapped in. She could feel it licking the bottom of her thighs now, tickling her rib cage. Each descent of her thrust dipped the bottom of her balls into the mucky murk, sending a small thrill through her erotic zones. Again and again her involuntary motion repeated the sensation as the fudge from above continued to spool into her.
“Hey, got your message Mom,” Capriana Huntington acknowledged entering the front office. “Thanks for getting me out of class. You said you needed a hand?”
“Well, not me exactly,” Anastasia replied smiling at her daughter. “Miss MacCarthy will though,” she indicated motioning to the dreadlocked teacher sitting astride someone strapped down in a cradle. “You’ve got a spare to finish today right?”
Upon hearing this new piece of information the older futamutes around the counter shared furtive glances of amusement.
“Miss MacCarthy has a sophomore pottery class coming up for her last period,” the cream blonde explained to her child.
“Mmmmm, she is so good Anastasia,” the 34 year old purred, the tip of her length starting to leak with arousal.
“Don’t thank me Eleanor, thank Erika. It was her idea,” the American acknowledged nodding to the older woman.
“Pottery you say,” the Hofmaier woman interjected. “You know a bunch of us old biddies meet every Friday at Pottery by the Park.
“Really?”
“What about Everly Rosseau?” the sculptor asked referring to the establishment’s proprietor. Reaching over slightly she gripped the hand of the Huntington girl and casually guided her to her knees.
“Oh she’s there as well,” the German confirmed. “I’m helping run the place now. It gives me something to do in my spare time. But there are a lot of us on Friday. She could certainly use the help.”
Placing a hand on the back of the strawberry blonde skull before her, Eleanor beckoned the student forward and let out a sigh when she felt the senior’s soft lips slide down her 10 inch member. She was already churning profusely inside; it wouldn’t take much for her to explode in orgasm.
“We all meet at the Pavilion Park Café at 5 PM and have a good meal, then walk across the park for 7,” the other detailed with a bit of a smile as she watched the teacher slowly lose herself in lust. The whole thing was making her hot. Erika could feel herself warming to glory. She needed to do something about that and she needed to do it now. Once more older blonde slid her panties past her hips and let them fall to the floor. Reaching in she popped the dental plates out of the 34 year old’s mouth with practiced motion. Her cock began to rise as soon as it was free from its restraints, its curvy underside displaying itself to the Irish native. There was just enough time for the latter to lick her lips before the German woman began face fucking her.
“I might not have any more shit in me at the moment, but I can fill Miss MacCarthy here with something else,” she muttered under her breath as she matched the rhythm of the girl below.
“What’s this then?” Petula Swaggart asked aloud looking at the sign on the door.
“Dunno, what’s it say?” her friend Pineapple Ballentyne replied peering at the screen of her phone.
“Apparently, we’re not in the right place,” the first senior said to the other.
“Where are we supposed to be?” Tyler Madeira interjected pulling up to the first pair with her current lover Rosemary Lockhart in tow.
“According to the sign on the door Room #32,” the maroon haired hostess divulged.
“Room #32? Isn’t that the-” the last pondered as four more of the 17 year olds showed up
“Yeah, it is” the swim team captain finished.
“What is?” Doina Vacarescu broke in as she arrived, violin case in hand.
“We’re all going to go read books,” the Lockhart girl explained, cocking an eyebrow at the last from under her flurry russet afro.
“Well, that’s eight of us now,” the dark skinned apprentice from The Mahogany Lounge informed the others taking a quick count.
“We’re usually 12 though right?” Raina Berenger queried her long black hair flowing luxuriously down her back.
“Who are we missing?” Ophelia Joubert wondered aloud, mulling it over in her mind as she cleaned her glasses.
“Well, I’m here,” Viiva Leppanen volunteered, overstating the obvious as the blonde was wont to do at times.
“Yes, very good,” the Swaggart girl chuckled.
“Count us in for whatever’s going on,” Leila E Four confirmed partially overhearing the others as she and Kendra Jeffers approached. The two were the tallest of those gathered around the door with the exception of the Berenger girl who slotted between them in height.
“What did you just sign us up for?” the florist’s daughter inquired.
“No idea, baby,” larger redhead shrugged, her braided pigtails bouncing slightly on her shoulders before adding “But it will probably be fun.” The surrogate then snuck a quick kiss with the pigtailed blonde beside her. With one being apprenticed at the flower shop and the other with the landscapers the two saw a good bit of each other. Theirs was a casual relationship and it was an open secret others were welcome in their bed.
“Lykke, Lykke’s not here,” Petula remarked borrowing Ophelia’s lens cleaning fluid from her as she followed her lead.
“Neither is Tanya,” the dreadlocked virtuoso noted.
“That would be your dozen Raina,” the perfumer’s helper tallied enfolding the smaller copper blonde into her embrace causing the last to purr as she rested the back of her head between the other’s breasts.
“There they are,” Ophelia nodded as she smirked at the swimmer.
“What?” the other protested only semi-seriously, “I got a big boob thing happening at the moment.”
“And I’ve got 37D’s” the freckled senior gloated jokingly.
“What’s going on? Why’s the door locked?” the Asian flavoured Lykke Kristiansen asked.
“Our spare has moved,” Viiva informed the last two.
“Oh, where?” the pixie sized dancer prodded gravitating to the other boho in the group.
“Library,” the blonde equestrian filled in as the students, now complete, began walking towards the stacks.
Gracie H One had filled her friend’s ass with her load and stroked her to her own euphoria. She and Brenda had then scooped it up from the mat and shared the creamy detritus back and forth in their mouths, as they watch the front of the class. The ass of the Maddocks girl was beautiful but it was the Asian 16 year old whose cheeks were getting her hard once again. She watched the slimy tube slither out of her assflower and through the waiting lips of the redhead. There was no resistance at all from the chemist even though normally she would be feeding the one who sat upon her. She seemed to be genuinely enjoying serving as a toilet. The 14 year old wondered if she would get her turn as well. She hoped she would.