Clementina, Chapter I – Penetration - Sex Stories

Clementina, Chapter I – Penetration

... some time to think.”

She gave my cock a couple final strokes that made me gasp, then rose and took my hand, leading me back down the hallway to her room. She kept me close, and my hard cock bounced against her thick hips as we walked.

When we got to her room, I pushed the door closed, then Clementina seized my arm and threw me onto the bed. I lay on my back, my cock sticking straight up in the air, swaying with the rhythm of my heartbeat – which was accelerating.

She stood above me in all her naked glory and I had the first clear view of her body. Her engorged breasts hung down in front of her, the large brown aureoles ending in long nipples that were pointed just below horizontal. They swung slightly outwards, leaving a perfect, cock-sized slot of cleavage between them. Her stomach was relatively thin, giving her an hourglass shape, but still with a small roll of fat near her belly button. Her hips swung wide, but not too wide, around a tidy strip of bush that ended in the meaty pinkish-brown folds of her labia. Her clitoris that was threatening to peak out of its hood. The lobes between her legs were coated with a fine mist.

On the mom-bod scale, she was a 10/10.

Pre-come dribbled down my cock as she approached me. She leaned forward and slid her breasts past my cock, up my stomach and chest, and to my face. I remembered the milk I had seen earlier in the evening, so I latched my lips onto a nipple.

“Suck,” Clementina whispered. “Suck hard.”

I licked ...

... and sucked, feeling the pebbled aureoles tighten and harden as I did so. The already long nipple extended even further in my mouth as I suckled. I took the breast in my hand and squeezed gently, then Clementina wrapped her hands around mine and pressed even harder. Finally, a trickle of sweet, milky liquid shot into my mouth. I couldn’t recall tasting any milk so sweet and creamy as what came out of Clementina. It was earthy with a slight licorice undertone.

I suckled at one breast for several minutes while Clementina lifted the other to her mouth.

A warm feeling came over me, a feeling of contentment, serenity – and desire. In the back of my mind I somehow knew this came from the milk, but I didn’t care. I just wanted more and more.

After what seemed like an eternity lost in the bliss of Clementina’s breasts, she pushed my head back and whispered “enough”. She rolled onto her back next to me, her legs near the edge of the bed, and said “Fuck me. Come inside me.”

Challenge accepted. High on whatever chemical was in her milk, I stood up and pulled her to the side of the bed. She slid her hand down and pulled back her thick labia, exposing her long, throbbing clitoris and her slightly-gaped cunt beyond. Her body beckoned. I ran my fingers up her sopping slit, gently rubbed the underside of her clit, then used her juice to stroke my cock, finally pressing my purple, pulsating meat into her begging body.

She squeezed, forcing me to work for every inch I penetrated ...