Libereco
Copyright© 2023 by Juxtaposition
Chapter 67: Lessons Learned - Tuesday (Part 7)
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 67: Lessons Learned - Tuesday (Part 7) - 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
“Yes, Ma’am,” the 16 year old redhead enthused with a grin, before bouncing towards the pair.
“She has the hots for the surrogate, Ma’am,” the second junior informed the curly haired carpenter.
“Yes, yes, she certainly does, doesn’t she?” the other questioned rhetorically observing the interlude as she continued her masturbatory motion, sitting in the side stool the shop had built into this demonstrator model. “Oh, oh, oh ... aaaaaaah, there we go Sweetie,” she then cooed in the Rasmussen woman’s ear as the first little creamy spurt grew into successively longer, thicker ones. “Yes, yes, you remember the taste of my mother’s shit, the feel of my fingers on your cock. Cum precious, cum more and more and more. Let your Mommy fill you up, show the class how 
“She remember now,” Amalea Fabbri commented with a smile. “She remember my flavor, your hand. She is good girl my Tuva.” Her first lengthy log ended but was quickly followed by the tip of the second. The smooth, slimy fudge widened then to the girth of it’s predecessor and once more her swallowing resumed. “It will be good having her back in the shop,” the 58 year old mused privately. “Very good indeed.”
They had all discussed it over Winterfest after the private party the two neighbouring shops put on, like they did every year. This year however, it had been different. This year their colleagues next door at Walls, Windows, and Floors had Agnes as their staff toilet. They’d all had occasion to use her once or twice since she had been installed in the luxury framework that Rhianna had built a couple months earlier. But the festivities that evening had demonstrated both the capacity of the blonde shit slave and their own need to have someone similar in their half of the building.
“We know we need toilet like Agnes,” she had surmised to the others who had been there staff and apprentice alike. Leaning against the workbench, she casually flexed her hips, holding the head of Erato Vasilakis in place as she fucked her mouth.
“But who?” Rhianna Moore questioned, shimmying out of her glittering red bodycon minidress
“Same age as Agnes next door?” Jonda Wang asked, pulling the other first year apprentice towards her and turning her around.
“Yes ... something close, I think,” the proprietor nodded.
“What about Iona Bouwmeister?” Nabilah suggested Jurgens. “You know, the driver who usually delivers our lumber when a shipment comes in.
“We have many, many blonde hair here already,” the eldest shrugged. “Something different, darker.”
“I’ve got nothing,” the tallest admitted. “Our nest is doesn’t have a designated toilet slut either.”
“Makes for better training for the girls though,” the half Indonesian carpenter reasoned.
“We have a live in sissy, Rachelle Berenger. But she’s blonde so...” Jonda pointed out.
We have Audrée Babineaux and she’s a brunette, but she’s spoken for,” Celestina volunteered. “The salon has her; her and the Purcell girl too.”
“That’s a little greedy isn’t it?” The Welsh native mused.
“Valentina says they get a lot of traffic through there,” the younger Fabbri commented referring to her younger sister.
“Small wonder why” the other chortled.
“And we have Baby Bekka,” the establishment’s matriarch revealed. “Red hair too. But Monica want to save for daughter. Maddie. She make apprenticing for Aldona next year. Bekka is part of this.”
“Maddie is the adoptive parent there isn’t she?” The Wang woman queried.
“We all help little bit,” the 58 year old confirmed. “Good training for her, I think.”
“Still doesn’t solve our problem though,” Nabilah grumbled.
“Oh Mom!” Celestina exclaimed, her face lighting up. “I just had the most wonderful idea.”
“And now, now we are here,” Amalea murmured as more of her shit slid out of her and through the parted lips of Tuva Rasmussen while a class of 14 year olds looked on with lust.
Another, her seventh, but the third she would raise herself, would emerge from her tank in August. Adolina she had decided on for a name. Naomi Dakota was the Seed Mother. The aging carpenter had requested her genes the year she had left for university, just before they had slapped a moratorium on her breeding; her and her good friend Francesca Bertelli both. And the chemist, who like her had two adult daughters, would be welcoming her Illeana to the world in the late summer. They’d be half-sisters and the two hoped they would develop an even closer relationship.
“Yes, yes, that would be wonderful for the young love to bloom like that,” she mused as her third chocolate log started downward. “Perhaps they could get to know her Tuva as well,” she pondered with a satisfied sigh, a smile creeping across her face “And Tuva could get to know them as well.”
“I’m sure everyone here is familiar with Silk, Satin, and Lace 
The recently introduced raven haired beauty turned to the students and ran down the line of her colleagues. “This is Cora O’Donnell, is our second most senior staffer,” she began tracing a finger around one of the wavy blonde’s areolas causing the second to stiffen and clutch her daughter’s hand a little tighter. “She’s not quite as big but nonetheless impressive. And here we have the newest addition to our boutique, the daughter of your teacher today, Tika Amora. She recently graduated in Stockholm and holds a degree in design. She’s in her second year with us and is every bit as endowed as her mother with whom you are no doubt familiar.” Sliding in behind the last, Candice reached around and gently massaged the undersides of the other’s breasts and felt the other swoon against her slightly. “She also has a lovely pair of boobs that beg to be sucked on.”
“Of course we also have two of our beautiful apprentices with us as well,” she pointed out pivoting to the two juniors. “Adalina Ruggerio and Kensington Halsey actually started at the same time Tika here did. Step forward girls.” She smiled as the first slipped her fingers through those of the second and without words urged her obedience. “The three are quite close and we encourage that kind of relationship at Silk, Satin, and Lace.
The 37 year old had been keeping a close eye on the first year’s as she introduced the five she had brought with her today, judging their reactions to each. The four pairs were squirming in their seats, hands reflexively wandering over the bodies of their neighbours. The elder Amora was making the rounds from behind, leaning over and pouring thick oil on each of the stiff cocks she found there. As they tended to do every year, Candice had arranged for the food of each of the students had eaten at lunch to be spiked with Lustrium. It was an added expense for certain, but they felt the investment worth it. They did want to 
“As you may have noticed, we have one other up here with us, one of your classmates Orla O’Donnell,” the Baros woman remarked. “For those who are not aware, she is the daughter of Miss O’Donnell here, though perhaps the blonde curls were a clue to that already. It has already been decided among us that we will be extending an invitation to her as one of our two incoming apprentices at her mother’s request.” She gently caressed the ringlets of the younger’s hair and glanced around once more. “One of you will receive an invitation for the last spot based on what we see here today. Adalina has already claimed and Orla as her bonded trainee. It is therefore Kensington Halsey who will be the one you need to impress the most in terms of how you can serve another. Let’s all move onto the bed here and start by seeing who can coax the biggest orgasm out of the other.”
Though technically all eight of the other students were candidates for the last slot, it was agreed upon that Allison F One, Nancy Montrose, Apple Magellan, and Wicker Henning were the finalists. The ex-flight attendant’s daughter wasted no time in slithering over to the more submissive junior on her stomach and slowly engulfing her entire eight inches as she looked up hopefully. A small groan escaped Kensington’s lips and her hands reflexively gripped the back of Apple Magellan’s head guiding her up and down.
A slight frown at being left behind only formed on the face of Dylana Moore’s face momentarily before she too joined in. Pushing her partner up onto her knees she undid the ties on her silk panties and pulled them away. Quickly squirting a bit of 
“She looks like she is enjoying all the attention now doesn’t she?” Candice commented to the older Amora standing next to her, nodding to the auburn brown haired apprentice.
“Reveling in it actually,” the wide hipped surrogate agreed. “She doesn’t get much of this at your shop does she?”
“She is the more subservient of our two juniors,” the black haired proprietor revealed.
“I had that impression,” remarked the teacher. “I don’t have them for any of my classes, but you can see her obedience towards the wishes of the Ruggerio girl easily enough here. How long has that been going on?”
“I think Adalina started working on developing Kensington’s submissive side the first day they arrived,” the Baros woman replied. “I think she has unlocked something in her that perhaps she didn’t even know was there.”
She had already been leaning in that direction due to an earlier conversation with Tika Amora but as soon as she saw the Henning girl’s cock, Cora made her decision. True, the surrogate nearby had a similar sized endowment, but those green eyes of hers together with long golden brown dreadlocks were just too sensuous of a package to pass up. In her eagerness to serve, the environmentalist’s daughter had already stripped off her underthings and was easily gathered into the body of the curly haired blonde when beckoned. She licked her lips and bent her head in preparation but was turned around and positioned over the diapered body of her classmate, Orla. Her surprise at the garments of the blonde girl was evident, though she tried to hide it. But once she felt the fingers of the older O’Donnell in her crack, another emotion overtook her.
Wicker melted in lust when she felt the fleshy mushroom push against her petals. She thrust back, pulling her cheeks apart and moaned when she was speared by the iron length. Strong hands gripped her hips and guided her motions as deeper and deeper the cock of the Irish native plunged. It wasn’t like she hadn’t had something of her size in her before. She was about the same size as her mother in that regard. Grandma Tilda was even a little bigger. But Aunt Berta had the true beast of the family, she 
Her eyes fluttered open once more when she felt the soft touch on her crown. The dreadlocked girl looked down to discover that the momentum of the blonde woman behind her had slowly shifted their positions forward. Now each time her ass was plundered the head of her cock pressed firmer into the plush lips of her classmate. “Open up Sweetie, let Wicker fuck your face,” she heard the older O’Donnell urge the younger. She watched the eyes of the other 14 year old slide back and forth between her parent and herself. She could feel her anxiety, but peering into her blue orbs, felt her reluctant compliance. Each thrust pushed her closer and her pipe a little further in. Again and again and again, she was nudged nearer from behind, her stiffness delving deeper and deeper until finally the soft skin of her balls brushed up against Orla’s chin.
Momentarily she broke her gaze, her head nodding back. She sighed at the thrill coursing through the length of her cock. “Good, good,” she heard the wavy blonde behind her coo in her ear. “Go on now, make my girl your own. Make her understand that she is yours to command now.” Hearing the words caused her lust to spike even further. Her hands reflexively reached out and cradled the other first year’s head holding it steady. An arrogant smile began to form on her face. Once more her green eyes bore into the round blue ones below. And then, with the encouragement of the curly blonde’s mother, Wicker Henning added her own momentum to that which came from behind and began to mark Orla O’Donnell with her fledgling dominance.
Left ankle wrapped in a tensor bandage, Birna Fischer sat on a chair next to the cradle containing Katriane Connolly and the murky depths of shit she wallowed in. There wasn’t much of the 17 year old that remained visible to others now. Her face was framed in a round with a rim that kept it above the surface and her mouth stretched open. The tips of her breasts, encased in nipple milkers with their connecting lines, could also be seen. Her knees, pulled apart by restraints, could also be seen, but her diapered cock remained hidden in the fecal morass.
Not that it stopped the injured wrestler. No, the hand of the sophomore slid steadily up and down the swaddled length of the bound girl, the lines leading from the garment over the gunwales of the structure alternatively flowing cream and gold. Juula Tamm was just dismounting from atop the unit with the help of her twin sister Juuli who was preparing to go next. It was a little strange to see the brunette go first. Normally it was the blonde who held sway. Like most identical pairs, while was a deep loving bond between them, there was also a hierarchy as well. And with the Tamms, Juuli was definitely the dominant.
Regally she then ascended, swinging her leg over the prone body, smiling at the 15 year old sitting next to her and then letting her gaze travel around the room. “She seems to have taken quite well to her duties today,” she complimented the large senior getting changed at the neighbouring locker stall. “Your idea?”
“It kind of just flowed from events as they happened,” Brynas D Four replied pulling the strap of her wrestling tights over her athletic bra and adjusting her breasts. “I’ve been slowly pushing her in this direction since that first time she showed up at the gym for Bonnie Lockart’s yoga class.”
“Breast feeding?” the lighter haired Tamm asked with a grunt as her fudge began to flow.
“Daily, usually at lunch,” she nodded.
“I’ve noticed she is getting a little shorter,” the other Tamm pointed out.
“I’m hoping to get her under four feet by the end of the school year,” the sturdy senior revealed. “I want to be able to carry her on my hip in the summer.”
“That’ll be cute,” Juuli surmised as the upward thrusting of Katriane was betrayed by a slight rippling of the surface of shit.
Feeling the surging within the sunken garment, Birna grinned. “Baby Katie is cumming again.”
“Good girl, Sweetie,” the Finn bred futamute purred reaching down to caress the bit of her face still visible from beneath her 
“How much longer do you think you’ll be?” Coach Tilbury queried pulling up beside the group. “Loretta came in three pounds over and we definitely need her to make her weight. She’s the one we always match up against the Gundersson girl.”
“I’ve still got quite a bit in me and I was over too,” the blonde shrugged unable to improve the situation.
“I might have a solution,” Mariel Fischer volunteered overhearing the conversation. “Rita, can you take over for Birna here?” she then asked helping her daughter stand up and moving her over to the nearby bench.
“Sure,” the eldest of the trio smiled taking the seat of the sophomore and feeling beneath the surface momentarily before resuming the motion the girl had started.
“Loretta Dear, if you would,” the swim team coach summoned, holding her child’s legs in the small rounds on either side of the wood.
“Of course Ma’am,” the short haired wrestler acquiesced; securing the frowning 15 year old’s ankles in place.
“Be a good teammate Sweetie,” Mariel gently admonished when she saw the expression on the face of her girl. “You’re not going to be on the mat today with that ankle. And Loretta needs to make weight.” One arm, then the other was bound to similar restraints and then the 36 year old Austrian removed the other Fischer’s dental plates as she had so many times before. Lifting her school dress, she poured some lubricant on her daughter’s cock and began to deliberately stroke her pipe. Motherly pride shone through when she saw Birna’s jaw relax in lust. Taking her cue the strawberry blonde placed a leg on either side of the younger wrestler’s head and slowly descended while 
“Ahhh,” Loretta sighed when she felt the lips of the Fischer girl surround her rosebud. She really needed to get rid of this. She had it in mind to feed one of the first years, Agnes E One, at lunch but couldn’t get close to her with the others crowding around. Two of the anchors for the evening news were also there which pretty much precluded where she would have stood in priority. “Yes, yes, she needed this, really needed this,” she concluded privately. Her thick snake of sludge wended it’s way down and through the stretched pink of the sophomore. Moments later the younger’s tool started offering up volley after volley of pearly spurts beckoned forth by her parent. “Looks like she really needed this too,” she smiled inwardly before turning her head to stare down her back into the Birna’s turquoise eyes.
“She looks like she can’t wait much longer,” Rita remarked from her seat nodding towards Gwyneth D One squirming while clenching her legs together.
“That’s hardly surprising,” Amahle Yeboah mused about her Egg Daughter. “Roosi was telling me she was one of the finalists for a slot at Kattegat Construction this morning.”
“Looks that way,” Madelaine agreed, peering speculatively at the girl’s rounded stomach. “Is she scheduled for a bout today?”
“She has one against a Janeke Sandstrum according to this,” the mocha skinned geography teacher divulged scanning at the list on her tablet. “One of the later ones actually,” she recalled, counting down the list to verify. “13th, she’s 13th.”