Libereco
Copyright© 2023 by Juxtaposition
Chapter 71: Family Affairs (Part 4)
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 71: Family Affairs (Part 4) - 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
Still semi-hard after filling the ass of the blonde woman with her spunk, Jamila Faheem easily guided the mesmerized housecleaner over to the bed and onto her back. She had seen how the blue eyed babe had been enthralled by the thick snaky shit that has oozed out of the asses of the two more dominant Ejiris and down the throats of their submissive counterparts. Quickly she bound her ankles and wrists to the surrounding posts, though she seemed not to notice. She was standing on the edge of her surrender now and only need to be given a little 
Her lips reflexively parted and the Persian slowly pushed her freshly fucked tool into her mouth. Her cock had a thick brown film on it with stray bits of cream from their recent coupling. Eyes still glued to the four Asians, her tongue swirled around her length and her nostril flared. The domestic was finding a new self within her. The physician forced her to lock her blue eyes with her own brown ones, forced her to acknowledge how she was being used and was pleased when she went about her task with even more vigor. She glanced towards the door as it opened and let her satisfaction play over her face as she watched the two others she had not seen before ushered in by Makena Dumar and Elin Kendrick.
Their shock at seeing their mother on her back letting a beautiful dusky woman slide her massive muddied cock in and out of her mouth caused them to hitch up instinctively. Not only had they never came upon their parent while she was having sex, they’d never seen a woman with a cock before. But the two behind them were taller, stronger. Fingers found their pussies, fingers found their breasts. Their eyes desperately veered between their parent and activity taking place only a couple feet away. Whatever protests they had were quickly watered down by a combination of their arousal and curiousity. The hand of one found that of the other and squeezed as their legs slackened and their hips flexed. Eventually none of the anal detritus remained and Jamila withdrew her iron allowing it to hang freely before them, her length now glistening with the shine of saliva.
“Cocks,” Laina’s mind exclaimed. “They all had them. They were all women,” she stumbled inwardly, “with cocks. Big cocks. And they were using those two for ... for...” She couldn’t even think it much less say it even though now she couldn’t tear her eyes away. The taller Persian woman straightening up and changing her position drew her attention then. She squeezed the hand of her younger sister and glanced towards her. She was watching her mother now too. Some kind of metal contraption was placed over her mother’s face holding it in place and her mouth open. It was like the ones on those two diapered figures on the right.
Darja chewed her bottom lip as she watched her mother squirm on the bed in front of her. Two others, one blonde and a little older, the other a mulatto with red curls close to the own age had joined the dusky skinned woman on the bed with her parent. The first found the wetness between her legs while the younger traced her nipples ever so delicately. They too were endowed much like the first but neither had the size of the brown eyed beauty. She, in turn, slipped a collar around the neck of the one who had raised her. Black leather with red lace trim top and bottom, the accessory began to flex in and out slightly once a button was pressed on it’s side.
The Faheem woman shared an amused, slightly arrogant glance with her fellow conspirators as the one between them continued to writhe in arousal. Stepping over the cleaning woman she place her legs on either side of her head, facing away from the two new arrivals so that they would have a good view of what was to come next. The doctor knew from how the blonde had reacted earlier that eventually they would end up here. She couldn’t take her eyes off of the Ejiris and it wasn’t because both mother and daughter had cocks. No, she saw the lust in her eyes, the wanton curiousity that she must have felt was somehow twisted and perverse. It had taken hold of her and the Iranian knew it would not let her go.
Slowly she lowered herself while reaching down to spread her cheeks. “That’s right girls, look at what your mother is about to do,” she thought as she watched the two teenagers succumb to the ministrations of the sorority sisters behind them. “Yes, yes watch closely while I turn her. Watch closely while I make her my shit slave.” She found the eyes of Elin and Makena; a silent acknowledgement, an unspoken message. The hands of the two students began to quicken on cue. Whimpers sounded from the siblings they held and the motion of the bodies grew more desperate. Wider she pulled apart her brown orbs showing off her deep crevice, her lovely rosebud begging to bloom. “Take a good look, my Sweets, take a good look at my deep dark hole. Watch now; watch as it blossoms and I feed your mother my shit,” she conversed inwardly.
Mayla peered upwards through the fog of her rapture. She could see the descending ass of the one who had plunged her cock into her ass, the one who had brought her to orgasm while filling her dirty hole with her seed. She could still feel her jism within her. And now, the same woman was lowering herself from above. She pulled her cheeks apart, exposing a most wonderful fleshy gem glistening with greasy brown anticipation. She understood what was to come next. She had bore witness to it. She had watched as two Asian women used others as their personal toilets, pushing their shit down their throats. She had watched as their hips had arched in ecstasy as they had done so; she had watched them reach their pinnacle of bliss.
Bit by bit, the pungency of Persian grew stronger, overwhelming her. Meanwhile the fingers of others insistently ramped up her 
Her hissing mist provided a fragrant announcement of intent. She could see that which she long to taste peek out from the tight petals that held it in. Once, twice, thrice, then a most taboo blossom bloomed before her. A thick log of slimy shit slowly oozed down from above and passed through her full lips. Across her tongue it slid and her throat was forced to flex; forced to accept the fecal offering and pull it further down into her. The soft sludge of her desire was endless and then ministration of others pressing and persistent. She arched wildly against their carnal manipulations. She couldn’t hold off her lust any longer. The more she devoured the more she wanted.
Closer and closer she crept, the waves of her impending glory splashing furiously against her consciousness, rising, rising, rising. The first length of her feast tapered off and she watched the last of it disappear between her lips. A frantic desperation overcame her momentarily. Then a second bloomed anew and pushed itself down to follow the first. Her body teetered slightly and then gleefully leapt over the edge into ecstasy. Her blue eyes lidded in desire as her rapture washed over her, flooding her mind. Again and again and again, she swallowed. More, more, she wanted more. She drowned in her climax, in her hunger for the taboo. No more was she merely curious. Mayla Henno now knew the taste of the forbidden. She now knew the taste of the forbidden ... and she loved it.
“You wanted to see me Grandma,” Arna queried walking into the office while peering at her phone after knocking on the door.
“Yes, yes I did,” she replied with a pleasant smile letting her eyes slide from the door back to the prone blonde Asian featured futamute on the couch. The arching of the Malynova girl had 
“Sure,” she nodded making her way across the large treated Persian carpet that squared the floor of the room as she thumbed a reply. When you were first among all sorority sisters and their conduit between them and the office she now stood in, the messaging was endless. She had to turn the thing off when she was driving and since she had parked the bus it had been one thing after another. “How can I help?” she asked walking towards the pair and putting her phone in her pocket. “Oh.”
The smile on the face of Freydís turned into a smirk as her granddaughter cast her gaze on the glassy-eyed Nadya Malynova gently humping into the cupped handed of Dr. Baudelaire through the nappy she now wore. “We brought Nadya here in for an interview and she became a little excited. Naturally, as a Den Mother, I was concerned that in such a state she might not be able to fulfill her duties should she be selected.”
“Yes ... of course,” the younger Geirsson agreed a bit robotically as she drank in the 23 year old’s drug induced reversion. The scent of Aphrodium was definitely in the air she noticed with a sniff. But that only made the situation she had walked into even better. She wasn’t soft by any means but her pipe was screaming for service now. While she had been driving the bus, all 
“I can see you share our apprehensions,” the physician observed nodding to her hardened organ. “And perhaps have some needs of your own?”
“You know, this might be a good opportunity to see if Nadya here can function responsibly under such circumstances,” the 58 year old suggested.
“Agreed,” the French futamute nodded, gently thumbing her nipple from the blonde girl’s eager lips. Softly squeezing the spare between her lower and upper jaw, she popped out the Asian’s dental plates and glanced towards the current Sorority Prefect.
It was an unspoken invitation that didn’t need to be offered twice. Arna slipped out of her blue jeans with her panties following them to the floor moments later. Her aching tool sprung upward and displayed itself in it’s full glory protruding upwards brushing the cherry red lace trim on the bottom of her rose pink velvet corset.
“Step forward Dear,” her grandmother instructed, “let’s see how Miss Malynova does with the practical portion of her interview.”
Straddling the 23 year old, Arna slid forward on her knees until the crown of her cock brushed up against the other student’s lips. Peering through glazed eyes the girl licked her lips and swirled her tongue around the fleshy mushroom before her. The redhead groaned when she felt the wet caress. She was not going to last long. She could already feel herself beginning to tingle. Gripping the arm of the couch above the candidate’s head with both hands, she began working her nine inch thickness into the other’s mouth bit by bit. Inch by inch her length sunk further with each thrust. Nadya’s glassy gaze betrayed her drug induced surrender. Her own experience told her that Aphodium and Mesmermamillin could be a potent combination in that regard. Finally her balls brushed up against the diapered futamute’s chin. The older student let out a heavy sigh. Slowly she withdrew and then, with a slight shudder of lust, commenced fucking the face of her possible replacement.
“Good, good, Miss Malynova,” the Den Mother cooed, slipping now lubricated fingers through one of the leg holes of her nappy. “Suck Arna’s big pipe for us Precious, be her cock whore. She hasn’t cum for a while I suspect and she really, really needs to do that.”
Nadya’s foggy mind clutched as it could the coaching of others that floated through her consciousness. Sucking Arna’s cock, letting herself be used by her, all of the voices agreed it was a good idea. In and out and in and out and in and out the girthy fleshed sawed, picking up speed as it did so. In and out, throbbing, thickening, in and out and in and out, faster and faster. Yes, yes, it was a good thing she did, everyone said so.
Freydís took advantage of the situation provided to her by her granddaughter and quickly slipped off her panties allowing herself to rise freely as well. She wasn’t as big as the younger redhead, but she wasn’t small either. The breeding on the island had improved with every successive generation of futamutes and then girl had two on her. It really was no surprise that the baseline of bodily measurements had moved over time. Shifting her position, she drew the gusset of the diaper to the side. Humping forward, her stiffness found the greased up entrance to the addled blonde’s ass and pushed in, sighing with pleasure as she did so. She adapted to the rhythm of the younger Geirsson and soon the two Icelanders were twinned in their desire.
“Such versatility, such adaptability,” Cherise enthused quietly echoing the girl’s earlier sentiment, smiling at her own private joke. With a twinkle in her eye the clinician held the head of the 23 year old steady while both Geirssons plunged in and out with increased desperation. “Make them cum, Cookie, make them flood you with their seed. Make the Geirsson’s cum now. They needs to cum and they need you to help them. Be the Geirsson’s fuck toy and make them cum.”
Heeding the medical advice of Dr. Baudelaire, she swirled her tongue around with increased vigor, reaching around to grip the hips of the older student as best as she could in her condition and squeezed her hips together with each insertion of the other tool. The junior Scandinavian groaned followed by the other shortly after. Each set themselves to grinding with more vigor.
“They’re very close Sweetie, bring them off now, let them use you as their cum bucket,” the physician urged gradually lightening the pressure against the other’s humping lust, “make the Geirsson’s cum.”
Now being repeatedly penetrated by two hard cocks, Nadya completely surrendered herself to the will of others. Her dreamy grey eyes found emerald ones of the Prefect and she formed the end of her tongue into a point and pressed it against the underside of the plunging cock. Over and over again she held it firm against the vein there trying to coax the other girl’s climax. 
“Yes, yes ... yes, yes, YES!” Arna screamed as her orgasm overtook her. Again and again her lust jettisoned itself down the 23 year old’s throat. Again and again and again her cum erupted from her, gobs of her seed coating the insides of the Malynova girl’s mouth. She’d been waiting so long, so, so long. It was heavenly, it was divine. Beading with sweat she rode the waves of her rapture, frantically pistoning in and out, the composure of her position completely undone by her euphoria.
Suddenly the insides of her cheeks were painted with cream. Steadfastly keeping her tongue in place she swallowed. But each rigorous thrust brought a new spurt of the Geirsson girl’s thick honey forcing her to gulp anew. Over and over her mouth was flooded as she committed herself to new purpose. The Prefect’s eyes lidded slightly and she lifted her gaze to the ceiling as the torrent of her desire peaked. Then with the quieter exultation of “Cumming now” the second wave of climactic cresting hit. Her anal canal was abruptly inundated with another pearly deluge. Like the first, the flow was relentless. Each time she was drilled deeply a new gushing launched itself within her. The Malynova girl drifted luxuriously on the wanton waves of others, finding pleasure in the maelstrom of their carnal currents. Gradually however they began to fade, fade until finally they were no more.
Spent, Arna lifted herself off of Nadya and rose from her perch, followed closely by her grandmother. But it was but a temporary reprieve. The first was turned around by second and urged to re-mount. A tired smile played across her lips and there was a nod of understanding. Once more the Prefect swung her leg over her prone Malynova girl she lowered herself. This time, however, she was facing away from the other student. At the same time she saw her family’s matriarch pull out her phone and begin thumbing a message.
The redhead was rather full. She had been late out the door this morning and then been tabbed to pick up the layovers at the airport; this after having a large dinner the night before. She had been forced to pass up the opportunity to feed one of the younger sisters in her rush. The 24 year old could feel a slight cramping, a sign that what she had inside her was expanding. She slid her hand across her midsection and felt the subtle rounding there. She was rather full.
Her granddaughter turned around and seated once more, Freydís turned to the doctor, her soiled member somewhat softened but still pushing out in front of her flanked by her unbuttoned
“What was it you said earlier, Nadya?” she asked rhetorically as her colleague spit shined her wood. “Wasn’t it something about adjusting your priorities to the needs of the moment?”
“I have a need at the moment,” Arna snickered reaching back and taking hold of the cheeks of her ass.
“Yes, yes, it looks like you do, Dear,” the eldest agreed, tilting the face of the 42 year old upwards, her cock now a lovely shade of pink. The pair kissed deeply, momentarily sharing the succulent flavor of filth between them. The older redhead gently caressed the long straight blonde hair of the submissive student while her colleague’s hand once more found the swaddled bulge of the girl they had brought in for an interview.
Nadya reflexively humped upwards into the renewed pressure on her stiffening cock through the swaddling as the lovely brown flower crept closer and closer. She watched fingers pull the pungent cavern above her further apart. The press of flesh found her face and a fragrant mist acted as a portent of what was to come. “Show us what you learned, Sweetie. Adjust your priorities,” a voice echoed as she moistened her plush pucker, “adjust