Clementina, Chapter I – Penetration - Sex Stories

Clementina, Chapter I – Penetration

... but had lost a tiny bit of its tone since the debate began.

“Yes!” Ona begged. “Fuck me, please.”

I turned to Clementina. She shook her head.

“No,” she said. “You fuck me. Or your mom. Ass, mouth, or pussy. Doesn’t matter. But whatever you do, don’t touch my sister.”

So that was it. The best way to abuse someone with a phallite was to deny them.

Ona started to object, then remembering her place in the hierarchy, stopped.

I moved to stand over her, letting the tip of my cock hover above her head. A slow trickle of slime slipped from the tip.

“I better help before you lose control,” my mom said.

She tossed back what was left in her wine glass and peeled off the sun dress she was half-wearing. She looked perfect. Her large, soft, upturned breasts just starting to trickle a hint of milk; her narrow, toned stomach; her wide but muscular hips; the soft, wrinkled folds of her labia dangling beneath her slit; her large, stiffening clit; and the clear slime slipping from her slit and sliding down her legs. She looked hot.

My mother straddled Ona so that the slime slithering from her slit and ass now trickled off her lobes and down onto Ona’s tightly bound body. Ona moaned and made an attempt to shift so that she could get her lips under the trickle, but I planted a foot on her shoulder and pushed her back down. My mother pulled me to her and gave me a long kiss, stroking my cock, rubbing slime up and down the shaft.

“Amateur,” Clementina said. She pulled ...

... off her swimsuit and straddled Ona as well. I now had my mother on my left and Clementina on my right. Clementina pulled my face to her and pressed her lips to mine. Her tongue slipped between my lips and intertwined with mine. I reached down and squeezed her breasts, squirting a stream of her milk across my own chest, sending it trickling down my stomach past my pulsating foot-long-and-then-some phallite-induced erection. It mixed with the slime coming from my cock and spread across Ona’s stomach.

Ona was now laying helplessly on the concrete patio beneath us, whimpering from frustration. Slime poured from her gaped ass and slit, milk from her breasts. She was definitely hot and ready, but nobody was playing with her. I could only imagine what having a phallite on board and being denied must be like. It had to be horrible for Ona.

Good. I gave my cock a stroke and dangled it above Ona’s face, but just before the collecting droplet of slime was about to let go, I moved it back so it landed on her neck just beyond the reach of her tongue.

This torture was beautiful.

I leaned down and began sucking at one of my mother’s breasts, taking in the delicious sweet cream. The wine had already gone to my head, this only made it worse. Clementina bent down next to me and went to work on my mother’s other tit. My mom leaned her head back, running her hands through her blonde hair, eyes closed, taking in the pure pleasure. I slipped one hand between her thighs and one between ...