Clementina, Chapter I – Penetration - Sex Stories

Clementina, Chapter I – Penetration

... interstate. It had to have come from outside, right? That was the only logical explanation. Probably some kids playing in the neighborhood.

As I moved away from the rock pile, I accidentally kicked a stone, rolling it a few feet out into the chamber. Underneath the stone was a dead, dried up...something. It looked to be about a foot long and snake- or eel-like. It was dark gray, and desiccated, the skin just a leathered, tough sac with a few bones showing in relief.

What the fuck was that? Had it lived down here? Were there others?

I thought of the shape I had seen in the tub the night before. And of the feeling I had that there was something squirming inside of Clementina…

I brought myself up short. There were logical explanations that didn’t require me to go down that path of thought. So there was a dead snake (or something snake-like) in Clementina’s basement. With all the rodents running around down here, that wasn’t a surprise. The real surprise was that I hadn’t seen any down here before now.

I pushed the rock back over the snake-thing as the sound of Clementina’s voice echoed through the crawlspaces.

“Russel? Are you still down here?” she called.

“Yes, I’ll be out in a sec.”

I shot a final look at the pile of rocks, and made my way back to the entrance chamber, where Clementina was waiting. She was sitting at the foot of the stairs when I pulled my sweaty, muddy self from the crawlspace.

“Wow, you’re a mess,” she said, surveying me up and ...

... down. I wasn’t sure I liked the way she was looking at me, and I was definitely sure I didn’t want another fuck session with her right now. I needed to set some boundaries.

And, to be honest, I wanted to save my load for later...for my mom. The realization that was part of my thinking made my heart skip a beat, and my cock stir in my shorts.

“The water’s on,” I said, brushing some of the mud off legs and arms. “There is still a tiny leak back in the farthest chamber that will need to be replaced eventually, but there is no rush. I did a quick patch that should keep it under control for now. We can schedule something some time before my classes start for me to come back down here and fix it.”

“Great,” she said. “So my plumbing is in good shape.”

Gawd, not this again.

“Everything is fine,” I said. “You should be good to sleep in your own bed tonight. I need to go home, clean up, and take a nap. I didn’t get a lot of sleep last night.” That last part I added a negative emphasis.

Like most old houses, the steps leading up out of the basement were narrow, and Clementina was sitting square in the middle. I tried to squeeze past her, but as I did, her arm shot out and she rested her hand against the inside of my thigh.

“You can clean up here,” she said. “And sleep is overrated.” She slipped her hand up my muddy leg, slid it up the leg of my shorts, and let it rest against my resurgent cock.

“Not tonight,” I said. “I will fuck you occasionally to keep our house, ...