Clementina, Chapter I – Penetration - Sex Stories

Clementina, Chapter I – Penetration

... water.

But I could see enough. My balls tightened and I came, a thick load that sprayed the back of the bathroom wall and oozed down, puddling in the mud at bottom of the crawlspace. I fought back a moan that threatened to erupt from my mouth and stared wantonly at Clementina who was moaning as she reached a climax of her own.

Her mouth threw open, she moaned.

She opened her eyes...and looked straight at me.

Fuck, she could see me. She knew I was here.

She moaned, staring me in the eye. Her shoulders shook, her tits jiggled. I could practically feel her climax.

She closed her eyes.

Then...something...moved in the water between her knees. I just caught a quick glimpse of it. All I saw was black, slimy skin and a long tendril-like shape. It was visible for just a second, then it was gone.

The shock and surprise made me jump. I lost my footing and fell from the crawlspace ledge. Reaching out to try to stop my fall, I hit the pipe I was going to repair, causing it to fully rupture and spreading water everywhere, over me, and over the crawlspace. As I fell into the chamber beyond, my leg hit the iron rake I had used to clear out the cobwebs. Pain shot through me. I cried out and fell to the floor.

PART II

I looked down at my leg. The rake had scraped across the skin, thankfully leaving just deep scratches and nothing more, though there was some initial signs of swelling from the impact and I was bleeding a little. I swore.

I scrambled through the ...

... crawlspace and cut off the main water supply, then surveyed the damage.

The pipe had bent and ruptured, dumping a ton of water through the crawlspace and the entrance chamber to the cellar. The sump pump was running and the water level was already dropping. No real damage had been done besides the rupture.

I was going to need about six feet of pipe to make the repair. While I had enough stashed in Clementina’s cellar for basic repairs, there was not enough to fix this mess. This was going to have to wait until I could go to the store in the morning. Clementina would be without water service until then.

I glanced up at the space in the wall above the pipe – the spot where I had been standing. Light still filtered through the hole.

What, exactly, had I seen in the tub? It looked like a black snake, or a writhing appendage. What the hell?

I told myself to get a grip. She probably had a sex toy in the tub - maybe a long flexible dildo, or something like that. There were some pretty long dongs out there. She was an attractive, lonely woman in an old house. It made complete sense that she might have a collection of adult toys. It also made sense she might be turned on by a young man watching while she masturbated in the tub.

But that aside, I would still have to tell her she wouldn’t have service until morning because I had fucked up.

What a complete mess. I had been turned on watching her, but now I was embarrassed and humiliated. She was helping out my mother ...