Libereco
Copyright© 2023 by Juxtaposition
Chapter 66: Lessons Learned - Tuesday (Part 6)
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 66: Lessons Learned - Tuesday (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
“Tuva Rasmussen had gone above and beyond in providing updated information on the girls they would be looking at a bit later,” Amalea Fabbri had thought earlier swiping through the file on her tablet. “Grades, measurements, comments on strengths and weaknesses were all listed; she’d done a pretty thorough job.” She had glanced momentarily towards the two others in the machine shop, the Danish futamute and Jonda Wang. One of the two carpenters they had brought in once the first had left Driftwood Creations to teach at LPI, the pair had been assembling the apparatus they would be using in their presentation this afternoon. At the moment however they had become somewhat distracted. With a leg straddled on either side of the nearby bench the Sino/Australian had wrapped the smaller woman’s legs around her waist and was sawing her 10 inch pipe in and out of her ass.
At 31 and 35 years in age respectively Jonda and Tuva traveled in different circles growing up, even though both where carpenters by trade. Just as one graduated, the other was emerging from her tank for the first time. Oh, the latter had happened by the workshop she had apprenticed in so many years ago a few times since she had left but so far as the proprietor knew this or that circumstance had conspired to deny opportunities like the one they were enjoying now.
The schoolmarm was flexing her hips to ride the thrusting 
Standing up, she sloughed off the straps holding up her overalls and let them fall to the floor. Two steps later, her pink panties joined them, allowing her member to extend to it’s full glory. Grabbing the bottle of Tunnel of Love from the nearby table she slid in behind the teacher, her legs straddling the bench must like the 31 year old. Pouring a generous dose down the crack of the Rasmussen woman’s ass, she snuggled in closer, letting the momentum of the other two provide the pressure needed to begin stretching the fleshy flower.
The eldest Fabbri met the eyes of the youngest woodworker and nodded knowingly, looping her arms around the smaller figure in the middle. Each cock felt the other, one laying claim to the starfish in the middle, the other greedily trying to edge in. Hips sank once, twice, then thrice, each time forcing a reluctant expansion. The 35 year old’s eyes widened and her mouth dropped open in silent protest when she understood what was about to happen. Jonda quickly maneuvered her left nipple into her gaping maw and pressed the back of her skull tight to her bosom, moistening her lips with milk. Amalea watched Tuva’s throat swallow as she slowly pushed her cock in next to the monster already plunging in and out. Bit by bit she impelled her anal stretching until the two of them found a mutual snugness and tempo within. The high school staffer’s smaller body slackened between the two larger ones compressing her front and back, surrendering to her lust.
Rita Rae Richfield looked up from the tablet she was sharing and nodded to Emeraude C Three as the pair sat next to each other in the cafeteria eating their lunch. Across from them were Celestina Fabbri and Nabilah Jurgens, two of the carpenters at Driftwood Creations, the place both of them apprenticed.
“Looks like Winda and Cordy have made their choices,” the ginger remarked spooning more chili into her mouth.
“Indeed,” the surrogate agreed as they watched the neighbouring table. Both Genevieve Jeffers and Agnes E One were 
“Were they of interest to either of you?” Celestina queried following the gaze of the younger futamutes.
“They’re both nice,” Emeraude admitted unenthusiastically.
“A bunch of us went to the theatre a couple weeks ago to watch some Day of Servitude stuff. Darlene brought Agnes with her,” Rita Rae reported referring to her junior classmate. “We all filled her up. She has a nice sized cock for someone as small as she is.”
“Looks like it,” Nabilah agreed as the petite redhead was jacked to glory again and again by Githa Kristiansen, who had decided to join the students for lunch. The two bloated stomachs began to empty then, pushing out their fecal excess against the other forcing a growing mound that quickly overflowed the small gap between them. The Danish news anchor slipped a fingerful through her lips and then used the slimy filth as additional lubricant. Other hands scooped up the newfound sludge and thickly paved the naked flesh brown. Slowly but surely the pale skin of both turned a darker colour even as two pairs of hips snapped upwards in ecstasy.
“It does look like they are having a blast,” the burgundy haired 16 year old lamented, knowing she dare not partake.
“Have the two of you looked over the files of the girls we will be presenting to,” the younger Fabbri asked drawing their attention back to the task at hand.
“We were just doing that,” the Richfield girl returned peering once more at the screen in front of her.
“Where’s my Mom ... and your Mom, come to think of it?” the surrogate inquired addressing the curly blonde woodworker.
“They’re both in the machine shop with Tuva Rasmussen putting together the framework for our demonstration,” Celestina informed the buxom 16 year old. “We’ll meet them at the classroom.” The student not only had her Egg Parent’s green eyes and Asian demeanor, but her curves most definitely reflected the genes of the 31 year old Jonda Wang. She already had a figure that dripped with pure lust. Both her relation to the transplanted Australian and the body she had inherited from her, she knew had played a large part in her being put forth for apprenticeship by her mother two years ago.
One by one the two teenagers swiped through the four they would be focusing on: Emerald Crandall, Farida Nabil, Blossom C One, and Brioni Thomlinson. The fact that most of them had darker complexions was not accidental. Out of the group only Blossom was lighter skinned. In a couple of months Nadia F Four 
Rita Rae couldn’t help but catch her breath when the file of one came across the screen. Her parentage had some lovely aspects to it. She rode recreationally and was well aware of the subservient nature of Lina Müller. She’d actually used her once or twice in the past couple of months. And Adelis Bergfors had curves that, while not on the level of Jonda, were none the less impressive. The latter had also given the girl she was looking at her ginger hair, green eyes, and by the looks of it, her cock as well. As both sides of her breeding had freckles, there was no way she was escaping that. It was almost as if she was looking at a smaller version of herself. “Well, except for the peepers,” she then reflected. She shifted a bit in her seat trying to make her hardening less noticeable but the grin of her colleague told her she had failed in the attempt.
It was then the 20 minute warning bell went off as it did daily before afternoon classes started. The crowd around the two restrained first years began to slowly dissipate, some of them disappointed they were denied their chance.
“That’s going to be a mess to clean up,” Nabilah predicted standing up.
“They’ll get a hall pass,” Celestina assured the other carpenter. “And it looks like Githa and Roberta are sticking around as well.”
“They are the news,” the Jurgens woman chuckled paraphrasing the pair’s on air call line.
“Indeed,” the other blonde replied dryly. “Come on girls, time to go.”
A tube extended upwards from the surface of the shit much like the one attached to the swaddling she still wore. And like hers it turned milky white whenever she swallowed a mouthful of filth. The injured wrestler had been alternating between the two of them. It hadn’t started that way. They had put a milking nozzle on her piece when she first got in. At first the turquoise eyed sophomore was feeding her exclusively with one hand and stroking her length with the other. But at some point she decided to fill her own mouth. From there her own lust took over. Now she was dividing her attention between two mouths as the hoses took turns turning white.
The Connolly girl’s mind was fuzzy with the amount of dosed milk she had been breastfed. First it had been Brynas in the front office, but since then Nurse Veronica, Miss Fischer, Vice Principal Montrose, and finally Mayor Tilbury had all pulled her head in tight to their bosums. Each had gently cooed encouraging words as they did so and then, once her eyes had become glassy, shifted their positions so they could feed the baby solid food 
Her nappies long ago ceased being of use in regards to the amount of sludge she was producing, but she still liked how they felt on her cock. She actually thought she preferred it that way now. It just felt so safe, so free. She could let herself go whenever she wanted when she wore them. Everyone around her murmured their approval as well. She felt so cared for floating in her bliss of babyhood. She felt the wheels stop turning momentarily and let her eyes sleepily cast about for a reason. “Oh, Miss Yeboah,” her mind registered blearily. “ ... Pulling down her panties ... they were blue ... walking over her ... lovely deep crevice ... she could see inside ... beautiful flower ... lick my lips ... open mouth ... yummy ... cumming.” The fingers of the younger student formed a cup for her to hump into. Reflexively her hips obeyed the command of her euphoria. Her throat worked the thick brown anaconda she was being fed downwards while her assflower bloomed each time her creamy goo jetted up from her pipe. “Big baby, she was a big baby, big baby” she repeated as she lazily thrust swallowed. “Big baby.”
“So Birna sprained her ankle in gym,” Madelaine Tilbury explained while Amahle Yeboah gradually emptied herself into the restrained student in the shit filled cradle unit.
“So she’s out?”
“Looks like it,” lamented Rita Montrose.
“Who do we have that can replace her?” the 30 year old pondered pulling her cheeks apart a bit more.
“We could try Ishta Halsey there,” the Vice Principal suggested.
“She has been coming in at the low end of the scale in the last couple of practices,” the younger staffer reminded her colleagues.
“Plus we have Baby Katie with us,” Brynas pointed out, speaking for the first time.
“Not to mention Birna here who seems to have worked up a bit of an appetite now that she’ll be sitting,” Madelaine snickered. While the cradle was halted the Mayor took the opportunity to gently push down on the back of the girl’s skull until her lips met the surface of the murk she knelt in. The buxom brunette smiled as the hose from below suddenly increased the pace at which it was siphoning the sophomore’s semen in time to the flexing of her throat. “If Ishta is a little heavy, I’m sure we can figure something out.”
The lunchtime warning bell sounded in the hall. “How much longer Amahle?” The dark skinned 62 year old inquired.
“Got a bit to go yet but we’ll make it,” she assured the other two coaches as other students began to make their way past Shelby Garner and into the hallway.
“You missed a spot,” Adalina Ruggerio remarked walking down the hallway next to Kensington Halsey. Putting an arm around her shoulder she stopped the other momentarily and fingered a thick smear of shit from her cheek. “Open, Sweetie,” she then instructed. The caramel haired junior smiled when her redheaded counterpart reflexively slacked her jaw and let her soiled digit invade her mouth. The second closed her lipson it and the Italian bred futamute felt the other’s tongue clean her off. Her eyes flashed around the group in arrogant mirth at her colleague’s instructive submission. She was looking forward to guiding her slave further along her path this afternoon.
She had tried to resist in the beginning, really she had. But Mistress Adalina would not be denied. With the help of Esja Engblom, the girl who had bonded her two years ago much like she would one today, she had bent her to her will bit by bit. And by the time the wheat blonde had graduated this past June, Kensington had fallen under the spell of the one who held her close now. She was heavy with stiffness, her eyes lidded with lust. The loaded finger in her mouth titillated her taste buds resulting in a single sudden spurt and a stain on her panties where there had been none before.
“Come along girls or we’ll be late,” Candice Baros urged over her shoulder. The proprietor and Cora O’Donnell walked just 
At an age when most girls were trying to assert their independence, eager to explore the world around them, Orla O’Donnell felt oddly comfortable holding her mother’s hand as she walked down the hall. The protective shroud of her Egg Parent was never far away and she had come to accept the limits of her range within it and the guiding murmurs provided whilst there. Like all first year’s she had been introduced to shit slavery on Christening Day. She had been fed full to bursting on that day. But that had only been the first stop on the slimy road she had been lead down. Next had been her Aunt Callie and her cousin Taegan.
The first was kind of expected given her status and that of the other, but not the second. After all, the latter had been in the tank next to her all those years and they had been brought to consciousness at the same time. They had started from the same place, but somehow she felt herself increasing subservient to her. As time passed it gradually became the norm for the Orla to find herself kneeling behind Taegan, head tilted back and mouth open. They would lock eyes in these moments, her doe eyes looking up into her cousin’s watery blue ones, nurturing, caring, but somehow with a whiff or arrogance.
It was only a couple weeks later that her mother had put her in nappies for the first time. This too she had at first protested. But as she suckled at her teat while a loving hand slid up and down on her diaper covered cock, she began to find her peace with it. Once she had been brought to her first swaddled orgasm, a seed had been planted. Each successive time wore down her resistance until it became routine for her to be changed before bed each day. She would be breastfed while being brought to her glory before falling asleep each night.
Over time, the 14 year old’s hidden pleasure had been revealed to each of her nest parents. Then they too would take their turns caring for baby. It was only a matter of time before her sisters also found out. More and more of her time at home was spent in nappies, often as she lay in a crib. She was encouraged to use her new underthings as they were intended, though they did instill in her that she first had to ask permission if she felt herself needing to go. And when she did, she often found herself with a nipple in her mouth and a hand on her covered cock. More and more comfortable she grew with this existence. And then one day Aunt Callie and Taegan were witness to her secret self.
To be sure, she had been getting fed by them occasionally already. Taegan constantly played with her cock in public, exposed but partially hidden. It was almost like she was daring others to catch her cousin in mid-orgasm. And somehow in the lust filled daze she found herself in on those occasions, she understood the appeal of tempting fate. It wasn’t long before fingers on her thigh from the other first year prompted her legs to relax and drift apart. Then yesterday had happened and another reveal had taken place, one her mother had not been around for.
No, this time it had been her Aunt and cousin that had exposed her. They had laid her down in the gym on one of the crash mats 