Clementina, Chapter I – Penetration - Sex Stories

Clementina, Chapter I – Penetration

... view. My mom slapped my ass hard, and urged me again. I slipped back out and slid back in.

“Harder! Faster!” my mom called. “Get fucking busy!”

The slime coming from Clementina’s slit, and the slime coming from my cock sluiced around my shaft as I worked it in and out, making a slick sucking sound and pouring down my legs, around Clementina’s thighs. I picked up the pace. A groan emerged from Clementina, though I didn’t know if it was pleasure or pain.

The thing that had been wrapped around my cock as I fucked Clementina loosened its hold. Suddenly she gave another convulsion as I felt a second shape inside of her, hovering near my swollen member as I rammed it in and out. That must have been the white phallite.

“Fuck her harder!” my mom called, and for the first time Clementina spoke too, urging me harder, faster. I picked up the pace, my stomach slamming against her ass, my balls against her engorged clit. I leaned forward and reached around, squeezing her breasts, feeling the trickle of milk that was flowing. I cupped some in my hand and brought it to my mouth, drinking the sweet, creamy goodness, feeling the surge of wellness that came with it.

Clementina convulsed again. My mother gently lifted Clementina’s hair out her way as she shook and wretched, a cascade of slime and some of her stomach contents spewing from her mouth. Seeing her vomit made me slow, but Clementina snarled.

“Don’t stop,” she croaked, between heaves.

I reached down and felt her ...

... stomach as I fucked. I could feel my immense cock inside of her, pressed against the front wall of her abdomen, and beside it, I felt two shapes. They weren’t touching but I had the feeling of two prize fighters sizing each other up. Then suddenly one lunged at the other. I didn’t know which was which, but all at once they became one single, roiling, indistinct shape. Clementina’s stomach shook, quivered, with the battle taking place inside of her.

As I paid attention to the skirmishing phallites, I had slowed my pace. Clementina wretched again, then again incited me to go faster.

“Fuck it, Russel,” my mom said. “Stop slacking and fuck her!” She slapped my ass again.

I grabbed Clementina’s substantial hips and worked her with my monstrous cock like a man possessed. I knew I needed to bring her, and myself, to a climax, and I needed to do so before the white phallite inside her ran out of steam. So I went to work.

“That’s it,” my mom urged. “Pound that thing right out of her.”

All 14 inches of me were fully engaged. I felt every bump of the muscles in Clementina’s snatch rub up against the sides of my cock. Her occasional wretches and convulsions sent waves of muscle-tightening through her body as her vagina grabbed hold of my cock with each twitch. Some sort of weird vaginal sheath gripped my cock and slid in and out of Clementina as I stroked. Sensations of pleasure unlike anything I had ever felt wafted through me. I felt the knot of the two creatures inside ...