Clementina, Chapter 2 – Symbiosis - Sex Stories

Clementina, Chapter 2 – Symbiosis

... errands and do some shopping. I had the place to myself. I wrapped up my chores mid-afternoon, had a bite to eat and lay down for a nap, expecting a long night ahead of me.

I was awakened by three women standing around my bed, shopping bags in hand.

“We picked out what we are wearing tonight!” Clementina announced.

“WE picked out? WE are wearing?” I said, playing the grump after being rudely awakened.

“Yes!” exclaimed my mother. She pulled out a pair of soft gray khakis and a faded, blue button down shirt from a bag. “Voila! Wear this, shoes, and nothing else!”

“Um,” I said. “With the phallite onboard, I’m not sure having me go commando in public is a good idea.”

“Tonight it is,” said Clementina.

“So what are YOU wearing?” I said, trying to keep the grumpy sneer out of my voice and mostly succeeding. Mostly.

“This!” Ona jumped in and pulled out an outfit that made me catch my breath. It was a red, filmy silk dress. It had spaghetti straps that reached well below the shoulders, and the strips that covered the breasts were only a couple inches wide, plunging deep to the waist. There was no way those little strips would completely cover Clementina’s wide aureoles. The back was bare to the waist, and deep slits ran up the front and sides of the dress, almost meeting the waist. Anyone wearing that dress without anything underneath would be showing a lot to the world every time she moved.

My eyes were as big as saucers as I mentally placed Clementina in ...

... the dress.

“You like?” she asked tentatively.

“I fucking love it,” I croaked, finding my mouth unexpectedly dry.

“And nothing else but shoes!” Ona interjected.

“Wow,” I murmured. I could feel my phallite-laden cock stir in my shorts.

“How about a quickie before dinner?” I asked.

“Save it for later,” Clementina said, blowing a kiss my way.

Chattering, the three of them exited my room and I was left staring at the ceiling. This was going to be quite a night.

We arrived at the restaurant at 7:00. Clementina looked unbelievable. Clementina had the typical female phallite body – large breasts, big nipples, narrow waist, wide hips. A perfect mom body. The top of the red dress she wore was completely unable to cover her wide pebbly aureoles, and the edges peeked out the sides. Every step she took, the dress billowed, showing the world her tidy little bush and long, pink-brown labia. As for myself, Clementina insisted I wear my shirt untucked and only have the bottom two buttons buttoned, so I was showing some skin myself.

Clementina’s dress and the requirement that I go commando left me with a very large noticeable bulge in the front of my khakis as we entered the restaurant. I tried to position myself directly behind Clementina to hide it, but she forced me to stand right by her side. Trying to conceal a budding phallite erection that was more than a foot long was impossible, and even as men’s eyes turned to Clementina, ladies eyed my growing hard-on as ...