Clementina, Chapter 2 – Symbiosis - Sex Stories

Clementina, Chapter 2 – Symbiosis

... ass.

I worked my cock in and out of Clementina’s ass, her sheath gripping my shaft. I reached around to squeeze her nipples, sending streamers of thick, sweet milk into the red water in the urn. I retched and gagged as I spat out fresh globs of slime from my throat onto Clementina’s ass that was shaking and jiggling as I fucked it frantically.

Suddenly I felt a shiver run through my body, and as Clementina had predicted a day before, I felt a slither of slime trickle from my asshole. It wasn’t what I had expected – it was pleasant.

I looked across the urn to my mother. While I had been fucking Clementina’s ass, another tentacle had emerged from the pool. My mother was now on all fours and had a tentacle in her mouth, a tentacle in her pussy, and a third was hovering over her pink gaping, slightly prolapsed asshole that she was fingering and stretching, begging the thing to penetrate. Slime slid out as the thing circled the outside, teasing my mother, who moaned through the immense appendage that was now deep down her throat, spreading her lips painfully wide. But the look on her face was not one of pain but of ecstasy. Finally the tentacle slipped into her gaped anus and she arched her back again, jiggling her wet, engorged breasts and sending fresh shots of milk squirting across the stone chaise.

The third tentacle joined the first two in the rhythmic pulsing, throbbing and pounding of my mother’s body. I could see the distension of her stomach from the ones in ...

... her abdomen, and the extreme distension of her throat from the appendage in her mouth. She looked used. She looked hot.

As for me, I was still having my way with Clementina’s cavernous phallite asshole. Slime, grool, and pre-come mixed together in an unholy potion that poured from her sphincter with every fresh stroke of my cock into her. I jerked back, pulling out and stretching her sheath out behind her, then plunged back into her bottomless phallite asshole. She leaned back, pressing her back against my chest and forcing my cock hard against the front of her abdomen, distending her stomach. With one hand I reached around and stroked my cock through her skin, with the other I squeezed her milk-laden breasts, sending thick streams of milk across the urn.

From within the urn two more tentacles emerged. With little hesitation or pause, they made a beeline straight for my mother’s asshole, pushing in next to the one that was already in play, squeezing three thick slimy appendages inside and stretching her pink sphincter beyond what I would have considered possible. Her sphincter and her anal sheath both stretched out along the length of the tentacles insanely, impossibly with each stroke of the thing. Her sphincter pulled along the tentacles for three or four inches and her sheath three or four feet. But when my mother moaned, it was a moan of pleasure, not pain. Whatever these things were doing to her, she enjoyed it and wanted it to continue.

Watching her get fucked ...