Clementina, Chapter 3 - Metamorphosis - Sex Stories

Clementina, Chapter 3 - Metamorphosis

... it deep into Demeter’s ass. More sheath sluiced from my mom’s asshole as I forced my way into Demeter’s slimy orifice. I had my mother’s sheath tight around my cock as I felt Demeter’s ass tighten. Pulling out, I had both sheaths wrapped around my thick cock. Athena appeared beside me and began stroking my cock with the two sheaths.

Suddenly, Olympia came into me, her hot semen rocketing deep into my asshole. My balls squeezed and my own orgasm took over. Olympia was still unloading her slime and come into me even as I dumped buckets of my own semen down my mother’s asshole through her sheath.

I shook and rocked with the orgasm, a seemingly bottomless load pouring from the gaping end of my cock even as slime and Olympia’s semen poured around her cock out of my asshole. I groaned as she pulled out, my asshole gaping and gushing out more juice, pink flesh hovering around my pink sphincter, my sheath hanging out several inches. I didn’t even try to close my asshole, letting it hang wide open, pink flesh and long sheath hanging out. Athena popped my cock free of my mother’s and Demeter’s sheaths, and I fell into my mother’s arms as we kissed, our bodies covered in slime, milk, and semen – my mother’s sheath still hanging a foot out of her ass.

The rest of the afternoon was spent in deep, loving ecstasy. The seven of us explored each other’s bodies in ways we had never known, taking turns at being the center of attention as we came and came and came some more.

I no ...

... longer was sure who Russel had been, but I was becoming more and more sure who Roshelle was going to be.

Before going to bed, we had a short planning session as we lounged in the pool near midnight. The next morning, after they were x-rayed and ultrasounded, Athena and Demeter were to go to the attic store room above the main part of the house and start going through some of the newly-discovered material to see what they could learn about Shirley Franklin, the only male phallite-carrier who hadn’t died when his phallite died. My mother, Clementina, and I were going to go shopping to get me started on a new wardrobe. Ona was going to help Olympia in the lab.

We re-formed as a group for a late lunch around 2:00 in the afternoon. Demeter and Athena filled us in on their efforts.

“We only got through two boxes,” Athena said. “There is so much stuff there, so many journals and photos, it takes time to go through them, and sometimes we had to backtrack when someone would appear in one photo with Franklin and we would go back because we had seen photos of that person previously. It was tedious work, but here’s what we have so far.”

She pulled out a pile of several photos and laid the first one on the kitchen table and we all crowded around.

The photo showed Franklin, in his typical heavy overcoat and ponytail, standing with a woman. She wore a checkered dress but it failed to hide her obviously phallite features. Her hair was dark and there was a definite resemblence ...