Clementina, Chapter I – Penetration - Sex Stories

Clementina, Chapter I – Penetration

... bulging front of my swim trunks was damp from both her slime and my own.

“Wow,” I thought. “If this is what life is going to be from now on, this is not bad at all.”

Clementina cracked open the wine and poured, and we had several toasts to our new living arrangements, to light phallites, to slime, and to anything we could think of to give us an excuse to drink more wine.

We quickly finished off the bottle and Clementina produced a second. We chatted and sipped.

Ona was sitting in a chair next to me, and she was the first to bring things around to more weighty subjects.

“I know I was wrong,” she said. “I am so sorry for what happened. I never, ever planned for anyone to get hurt.”

I had tried not to think about what she had done, not wanting to spoil the evening, but there it now was. I shook my head.

“Planned to or not, people got hurt. People got dead,” I said. “My father among them.”

Ona nodded. “I accept that responsibility. That’s why I’m the whore from now on. I know you haven’t had much time to use me, as busy as you’ve been. But I just want you to know I know my place. Do with me what you will, any time, any where.”

“I will,” I said. “Starting now.”

My mom and Clementina both giggled.

I stood up and moved to stand over Ona. She looked up at me with doe eyes. The dark squiggly lines had just about faded from her face and breasts, but the slightest hint still remained. I pushed my swim trunks to the ground and peeled off my shirt.

I ...

... siezed Ona’s hair, dragged her from the chair and forced her to her knees in front of me, her lips hovering inches from my foot-plus phallite cock. A surge of slime shot from my cock, hitting Ona in the face, tricking down her face and across her breasts. I squeezed her hair and snapped her head back, forcing her mouth open.

But before I could continue, Clementina spoke up.

“You know, if you want to hurt her, just shoving your cock into her mouth, cunt, or ass really wont do the trick. She’s got a phallite inside her too. She’s built for that kind of abuse.”

“Really?” I said. “I was looking forward to pounding her ass until she was so stretched we could rent out her colon as an Air BnB.”

“You can do that if you want,” Clementina said. “But that sounds more like fun than pain. When you’re done with Ona you can do me and your mom that way too. If you want to do something that hurts, do just the opposite.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

Clementina got up and disappeared into the house for a moment, returning with a length of the same cord we had used to tie her and Ona up during the extermination.

“Tie her up,” she said to my mom, handing her the rope.

“Ooh, sexy,” Ona said. “Tie me up and fuck my ass. Sweet.”

My mother got busy with the rope and in a moment, Ona was laying on her side on the patio, tied up like she had been down in the basement a couple of weeks ago.

“So now do I fuck her ass?” I asked, stroking my cock that was still dribbling slime, ...