Libereco
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Chapter 60: Lessons Learned - Monday (Part 9)
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 60: Lessons Learned - Monday (Part 9) - 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
The first had folded Janiya Rattaa into her embrace on the neighbouring bench and was now sinking the beautiful green eyed brunette onto her thick nine inches a little more with each thrust upwards. Her luscious mammaries pressing into the back of the younger girl each peered at older futamute enslaved by her filthy needs. A new hand, Coralee’s hand, found her cock then and proceeded to stroke her evenly, keeping her at the very edge of her bliss much like the older Nabil woman had, but not letting her cross over to her paradise.
Mandisa meanwhile had circled behind her as her younger sibling had dismounted. Slowly the sun of the room was blotted out once more by the twin fleshy moons above her. The crack between them widened and lower they fell until she felt the lower half of her face enveloped in their depths. A subtle rocking then, slowly forcing her lips open once more. Bit by bit her jaw was made to part until there was a small gaseous expulsion. Then the second slimy deluge filled her mouth anew. Eagerly she swallowed what was offered her desperately humping upwards in the blonde teenager’s grip. Her fecal greed 
Again and again and again, she gobbled down the stink of the two sisters, but still she was denied. Soon, just like the other, her gullet was flooded with piss which she gulped down as quickly as she could. Once more she saw the light and those that had gathered around for her unexpected submission. More cheerleaders had arrived and others as well. Her feasting was at a momentary pause but still the surrogate kept her stroke consistent. The mother of the pair that had tricked her into subservience now stood next to her. She bent at the waist and pulled her cheeks apart so her eldest daughter could spray a generous dose of the Lustrium the other two had ensnared her with down the crack of her ass. Her cock, not quite as big as her progeny, was also spritzed. Like the rest of her family, she too straddled her bound form. Alma sniffed and found herself once more entranced. Her mouth opened, her tongue crept out in welcome. She swabbed the rim, which abruptly expanded and once more she thrilled as another long pipe of fudge slid across her tongue.
“Look,” Morgana Tilbury nodded to Coralee as the O’Donnells entered the gym. “What do you think of those two?”
“They’re both pretty cute,” the junior admitted as she kept up her light touches on the desperate nurse. “After all,” she added with a smirk, “They’re both freckled blondes like me.”
“What about her?” Daya suggested indicating the late arriving surrogate trailing the group directly ahead of the pair “Talulah C One.”
The first year was a faerie like figure with dark red baby curls and a complexion that spoke to a Latin bloodline though one dotted with the same beauty marks of 16 year old sported.
“You know the names of all of them don’t you?” the mayor’s daughter speculated, “right down to the version.”
“I am an apprentice at the town library,” the tall Persian bred futamute chuckled. “Letters are kinda what I do. Here,” she then offered the junior. “Let me take over, go say hello.”
The blacked haired girl took the blonde’s place on the stool next to the bound nurse and continued the slow tease of her predecessors, quickly withdrawing just enough with each of the redhead’s desperate thrusts. At the same time her fellow rower made her way towards the surrogate with the mahogany curls, flashing a grin over her shoulder as she did.
“That one’s mine,” Adalina Ruggerio claimed upon seeing the two O’Donnell girls.
“Which one?” Farleigh Wainwright asked.
“The fuller one, Orla,” the luscious blue eyed 16 year old discerned. “Her mother works where I apprentice. They were in for a visit, both of them were. She actually did quite well; Gobbled down the fudge of the Haataja twins and then her mother. All in one go. I’m pretty sure she ends up with us next year.”
“And the other one?”
“Taegan?” the peach skinned bombshell confirmed. “She’ll get her there; jacked her to glory the first time and then the three of them shared her amongst themselves until the Mom happened along. There’s a definite dom/sub thing going on between them already. I mean look how Taegan is controlling her now, holding her close, steady hand on her cock, whispering her will into her ear. And Orla is letting it all happen. She likes it this way.”
“What about her?” the redhead queried. “Are the two of them going to be together?”
“Actually I overheard her say she wanted to try to get in at Scents Appeal,” the Ruggerio girl revealed. “She wants to learn how to make Lustrium. Bit of a minx that one.”
“That’s next door to us,” the flower shop apprentice noted with anticipation starting towards them.
“Miss O’Donnell,” Adalina greeted catching up to her classmate.
“I’m not a teacher,” she smiled taking in the two students. “Call me Callie.” The first, one of the Ruggerio girls was a melt in your mouth beauty. Her brown/blonde waves fell past her shoulders, framing a pristine peach complexion dotted with a pair of blue eyes. Her figure was exquisite, every bit as impressive as the Tilbury girl’s. She had seen her when she had visited her 
“This is Taegan,” she introduced caressing the 14 year old’s copper blonde hair, she’s my daughter with Maple Bellinger, the landscaper. She’s quite interested in working with plants somehow when she begins her apprenticeship next year.
“I really want to learn how to make Lustrium,” the younger blurted out with a giggle, jacking her cousin and giving her a squeeze.
“Yes, that she does,” her mother admitted. “And this here,” she continued moving her hand to the blonder hair of the much fuller other, “This is my sister’s child, Orla. Her seed parent is the School Dietician Miss Lis.”
“I can see the resemblance,” the Wainwright girl nodded appreciatively. “She seems rather well fed.”
“With her cousin’s help she has developed quite an appetite,” the older futamute divulged. “Her mother would like her at her side in Silk, Satin, and Lace this fall. You apprentice there as well, don’t you, Dear?” she asked the Ruggerio girl, whose eyes had been focused on the bulging blonde.
“Yes, yes I do ... Callie, it’s my second year,” the syrupy beauty smiled still getting used to addressing the woman by her first name.
“That’s good,” the Ireland native complimented pulling out her phone. “A girl always needs an older friend to guide her when she starts her community service.”
“I’ll be sure to help her along Ma ... Callie,” the 16 year old replied.
“What about Taegan here,” the redhead asked sidling up alongside the more dominant first year. “Does she need a friend to help guide her?”
“You know, Sameera and I were talking about that on the way over,” she revealed tapping on the digital surface. “We both think she could use a little help finding her way.”
“Mom!” her daughter protested with a bit of anxiety as felt her heat rising.
“You had better hold her steady now, the eldest O’Donnell advised. “She is starting to get squirmy, my girl is. Farleigh isn’t it?”
“Yes, Ma’am,” the other junior confirmed steering the woman’s girl into her cleavage, her fingers finding her short length at the same time. The cheerleader uniforms were designed to provide easy access. It only took a shrug to expose her left nipple. She protested once more but the last was cut off abruptly and replaced by a suckling sound. The anxious look in her younger’s eyes betrayed her misgivings and there was a certain urgency to the normally confident copper blonde’s feeding. At the same time her friend had moved in to assume the burden of the baby curled blonde, following the larger teenager’s lead. Unlike her cousin, the golden blonde seemed more comfortable, more accepting of the moment.
“Callie,” the green grocer admonished with a smile. “You’re in the flower shop next door to Scents Appeal aren’t you, the Hlaváč place?”
“The two are actually in the same building and connected by an inner door,” the fledgling horticulturist informed the other. “We all know each other quite well.”
“Interesting,” the 41 year old returned each of them reading the other’s mind.
“You know, if she does get selected to apprentice there, I can look in on her for you,” the freckled teen volunteered.
“Is it true that older members of these high school teams often choose younger ones to mentor as well?” She queried already knowing the answer. “As you know my sister and I emigrated here after university. Both of us are quite unfamiliar with the minutiae of your educational culture,” she then added furthering the deception.
“Not formally,” Adalina interjected overhearing the conversation. “But most of the clubs and teams do something like that.”
“Juniors on the cheerleading team always select a first year to partner with for the next two years,” the turquoise eyed florist explained. “Show them the ropes, teach them the different moves.”
“By the time one of us is finished nurturing their girl we’re off to university and she is ready to mentor someone herself,” the darker skinned cheerleader further detailed.
“Sometimes, the relationships last into university and beyond,” Farleigh noted glancing at the other group gathered around the bench.
“The two of you are in you are in your third year at LPI aren’t you?” the Irish futamute inquired.
“Yes, Callie, yes we are,” the luscious lingerie helper verified, peering down at the pliant Orla, comfortably drinking down her milk as she was steadily stroked.
“How fortunate,” the woman nodded, her smile growing. “It seems Orla has taken quite a shine to you Adalina.”
“She seems like she would be an obedient trainee,” the Phys Ed teacher’s daughter observed, “and I haven’t selected someone to teach yet.”
“I have a couple of things in my bag, one in particular, that we are training Orla with,” the O’Donnell woman divulged. “Let me grab it and meet you over on the crash mat.”
The two juniors shared the 41 year old’s gentle enthusiasm and slowly steered the two younger futagens towards the soft platform and lay them down just in time for the farmer’s market staffer to pull the item in question out.
“Have you ever put one of these on another girl?” the older redhead questioned holding up a thick fluffy diaper.
“We have a Sissy in the nest I live in now. Her name is Alice Halsey,” the blue eyed teenager revealed. “Mom and I were placed with the Halsey’s in the big shuffling that happened just before Winter Break.
“Merewyn? From the shoe store?” she poked removing the shit plastered panties from her niece.
“Yes, her and her daughter Morgan, and Disa who’s a year ahead of me and Ishta who’s a sophomore,” the 16 year old spelled out.
“Who’s the fourth Nest Parent?” she asked conversationally while nudging the other junior aside just long enough to slide the fudge caked garment over her daughter’s head so that her mouth was pushed into where her cousin’s chocolate was the deepest. Guiding the ginger forward once more, she pushed her other nipple into the silk shrouded sludge, smiling as Taegan dutifully began nursing once more.
“Mommy Elodie,” the Swiss/Italian hybrid replied referring to the one of the Thomlinson’s who worked at the hydroponics plant just outside of town. “Her daughter Brioni is in the same
“So then, let’s get you changed, Sweetie,” Callie declared turning her attention to her niece.
It was then Orla first noticed that her little secret, something that was only shared between the four of them, her mother, her aunt, and her cousin was about to be shared with many others. The tide of her anxiety started to rise when she saw the infantile garment, she began to feebly kick in protest, but her lips still steadily nursed on at Adalina’s breast.
“Shhhhhhhhh, Sweetie, shhhhhhhh,” the eldest murmured working the diaper with the plastic outer layer under her bum, over her cock, and around her waist. “Such a big belly you have, Precious, such a big beautiful belly. Mommy knows Baby can’t keep all of her poopies inside forever. Mommy knows that Baby will make messies, so Mommy will give Baby a place she can.”
The O’Donnell woman’s hand took over for the student’s as the latter quickly shed her cheerleader’s uniform, but this time she rubbed it through the lovely softness that surrounded her pipe, causing a crinkling sound with each and every stroke.
Adalina glanced over at Kayleigh who was still nursing an anxious Taegan O’Donnell, even as the latter’s body betrayed her. The two juniors shared a smile then the redhead took in the other girls in the gym. Slowly they were taking notice of this new hub of activity on the crash cushions; the two older students gradually subjugating the cousins two years younger helped by the woman beside them. Bethany Corbett matched Kayleigh’s smile with one of her own and slid her fingers between those of her trainee, Ananda Goswami. The daughter of the buxom veterinarian out at the riding club and the breeding scientist Hera Michaelis, the two had bonded almost immediately when the younger had tried out for the Chess Team last year. Her lips on her tool when she played against another team mate really improved her ability to shut everything out and concentrate on the game at hand in later competitions. She had taught her all the little things she liked when getting her cock sucked and the curly black haired girl had taken each lesson to heart. She might not be the best at giving head in the school, but she was the best one for her. She squeezed the lavender eyed girl’s hand and began walking towards the luscious junior with the other in tow.
“She looks a little jumpy,” the salon apprentice remarked gazing downwards, seeing the copper blonde’s eyes moisten even has her hips humped vigorously in the grip of the Wainwright girl.
“She’s slowly coming around,” the 16 year old replied nursing the freckled first year. “I think we are starting to develop a connection, her and I,” she added fingering a bit of hair from the other’s eyes. “She still is squirming a bit though. If the two of you could give me a hand, I have some straps in my pack.”
“Sure,” the mahogany haired senior agreed readily, catching her trainee’s eye and pointing towards a restraining bar on the floor nearby. Moments later, both items lay next to the O’Donnell girl who failed to notice either in her lustful stupor.
The amateur florist fingered her nipple from the lips of copper blonde and watched her anxiety return as suddenly her legs were bent over her body and bound on a bar over her head next to her wrists by the other two. Quickly the junior popped out the bound girl’s dental plates and replaced them with an oral spreader as her tears built further.
“This was not how this was supposed to go!” Taegan screamed inwardly. “Not at all. Orla is supposed to be on the bottom. Orla is!” Mommy and Aunt Cora had been helping her train Orla to be a good little toilet girl for all of them. They’d even gotten her to wear diapers around the house now. The 17 year old popped the snaps on her bottoms and raised the hem of her cheerleaders skirt, revealing her hardening nine inches. The other beside her, Ananda she thought her name was, fished a bottle out of her purse and dutifully greased up the pole of her superior. Even as the third shifted her body so that she had a leg on either side of her folded body, she saw the senior line up her tool and then felt her gentle but insistent entry into her ass. Bit by bit she sunk her cock deep within and then suddenly her view was cut off and the cheeks of the other redhead dominated her view. Another hand, a greasy hand, found her cock then and the pumping resumed after a momentary pause.
Closer and closer the redhead’s ass crept, sliding down the back of her thighs, her knees, her calves. And as it got closer, the crevice between them was forced wider by the very limbs they used as guides. Her nose bumped up against skin absorbing the fragrance of filth. Hands helped the furrow expand and the weight upon her face thickened even as the mass moved slightly backwards still. Finally, the flesh stopped and settled upon her, the deep, dark flower within finding purchase within the ring of her plush lips. “This was not how this was supposed to go,” she protested silently once more as her anxious waters created a pair of trails on her cheeks.
“Time to earn your pom-poms Sweetie,” Kayleigh cooed, muffling Taegan’s unintelligible whimpers with the seal of her rosebud to rim, “Time to earn.” With that she grunted and pushed, forcing her assflower to expand and allowed her thick, slimy, chocolate to slide out of her and across the tongue of the first year. She smiled down her spine, letting her turquoise eyes find the other’s paler blue gaze and holding it. Even strapped down as she was the rhythm of her writhing body undulated beneath her. Bethany’s even sawing pace was echoed by the hand of the girl she had trained like this last year. Her mud flowed downwards at an even pace slowly developing the bond between them. Farleigh could feel the struggling of the 14 year old weaken as she was jacked by one and furrowed by another until, her tears stopped flowing and she submitted to the fecal will of her new mistress.
Ananda flicked some of her long black curls from her eyes with her free hand as she continued masturbating her younger schoolmate. It was only a year ago that she was where the other was now. She remembered how she had come to find her happiness deep in the soiled cleft of the Corbett girl, how she had come to love the taste of her shit. She couldn’t really see Taegan’s face beneath the bulk of the 16 year old, but beside her on the crashpad was the cherubic form of her cousin. Now fully infantilized in cotton and plastic, her lips had fastened themselves to the left nipple of Adalina Ruggerio as the luscious cheerleader’s fingers brought forth her pleasurable edging. Mesmerized by the vision, she instinctively adjusted her masturbatory rhythm to match the beautiful juniors without noticing she had. She licked her lips imagining herself where the blonde girl was now.
Amahle Yeboah felt the phone in her pocket vibrate. She had stuck around for a few minutes to watch her daughter try out for the volleyball team. To be sure Nandi wasn’t the only girl at the school with her genetics. Another first year, a surrogate by the name of Gwyneth, combined her seed with the egg of Brandy Atherton over at the daycare center. She had been adopted into a nest run by Addison Campbell, the woman who ran the local gym. A year older than the pair was Briella Carville, Egg Daughter of Felicity over at Enginno Designs. She currently apprenticed at Creative Research Group just down the way from her mother’s 