Clementina, Chapter I – Penetration - Sex Stories

Clementina, Chapter I – Penetration

... comfort, basically making them just happy and horny. Once a year, a woman who was hosting a parasite would find herself “pregnant” with a litter of little creatures, who would be born after a couple months, doing no harm to the host.

The dark colored phallites were different. They, too, invaded human hosts, but their affects were highly destructive. Men would slowly rot from the inside out with their cocks being the last thing to die, spewing a steady stream of semen. The dark phallites needed semen to reproduce, and once a litter was conceived in a woman, she was doomed because the birthing process killed her – like the woman I had seen in the chamber. Shivers ran down my spine at the memory.

Dark phallites infected a person in pairs. They would breed, lay their eggs, then they would go their separate ways in search of new hosts. Like the woman who tried to infect me. White phallites sometimes infected in pairs, sometimes alone, and usually tended to hang out with a host for awhile, since it was a mutually beneficial relationship.

My mother and I stood in the bathroom – naked, slimy, muddy, bloody – for over an hour, paging through the journal, talking about what it said, trying to establish some kind of contact with the “good” side of Clementina. There was a lot in the journal – more than we could get through in just the time we had – and a lot didn’t make sense or was hard to interpret. And we felt a time pressure because we had to sort out the situation soon ...

... before Clementina came completely apart.

One thing we learned for sure. Once a person had a dark phallite inside of them, there was only one way to get them out without killing the host. That was to infect them with a light colored phallite. Then a person with a light colored phallite inside of them had to have sex with the victim. At the point of orgasm, the dark phallite could be driven out by the white, and that was when you grabbed it and destroyed it.

Easy…?

There remained a lot of questions I hoped would be resolved once we had saved Clementina. Like exactly how did she get infected? Did she know about this place before? Who wrote this journal? Just what the fuck was going on here?

I made a trip to Clementina’s basement and returned with a two light colored phallites in a bucket. While I was away my mother had washed up Clementina, then taken a quick shower herself to wash away the slime. When I returned, they were both still naked but clean, and Clementina was still tied up. My mother sent me to the other shower to wash up while she made the preparations for what we were about to do.

Finally, still naked, my mother and I stood over Clementina in the tub.

“So, do you want to be the one with the little monster inside of you or should I?” my mother asked. I looked down at the two little guys in the bucket beside me. I had brought back the one who had ridden around on my shoulder. I think I had kind of accepted I would be the one to take the hit. After all, I ...