Clementina - S03 E09

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Clementina - S03 E09

Read Story: SEASON 3 EPISODE 9

Inch after inch of Olympia's cock slid into my waiting asshole, sliding deeper and deeper inside. Every inch was a new level of ecstasy. I felt sensations I never even knew existed.

Finally, after an eternity, Olympia's stomach bumped up against my ass. She was all the way in.

"Are you okay," she asked.

"Wow, fuck yeah," I said. "I could take more if you had it. Now get busy. Fuck me."

Athena pulled my shoulders upwards, forcing Olympia's cock against the front of my abdomen, creating a distension bump. I moaned. Athena bent down and sucked at one of my long, hard nipples. My mother latched her lips onto the other, first sucking, then squeezing it with her fingers, sending my phallite milk squirting into her mouth.

My mother grabbed my hard, pulsating cock and pushed it up against my body, wedging it into my cleavage and pressing it against the distension caused by Olympia's cock inside my ass. My mother pressed herself against me, pushing our tits together, squeezing my cock between our milk-engorged mounds. Slime poured from the tip, gushing across our chests and splashing all the way up to my face.

"Harder," I egged Olympia on. "Fuck me hard."

She complied, ramming her cock into my pink, stretched, sliming asshole. The ecstasy was exquisite. I kissed my mother on the mouth and she and I swapped slime between us, pulling back and letting long streamers trickle down across our perfectly matched breasts. Every inch Olympia pistoned into and out of me I moaned. I felt my ass flesh cling against her meat as she pulled out and pushed back in, sliding like a sheath against her purple cock. I closed my eyes as Athena and my mother devoured my breasts. I was lost in an experience I had never imagined.

Olympia pulled back and held my sheath against her pulsating cock, slipping my pink flesh out behind me. Slowly she pulled her shaft all the way out, stretching my sheath a couple of feet behind me. She stroked her cock with my flesh, masturbating with my sheath, sending waves of pleasure up and down my spine.

Demeter and Athena knelt down beside their mother and licked her cock that was wrapped in my sheath. Demeter traced the sheath back to my asshole. She and Clementina licked and teased my sphincter, using their fingers to gape it even wider, pulling out still more of my ass flesh in a pulsating pink mountain. Athena and Ona continued to suck on Olympia's cock still wrapped in my sheath.

My mother knelt down in front of me and began licking and sucking my cock that was gushing slime even as my tits gushed milk. She ran her tongue up and down the underside, teasing and flicking just under the helmet, then wrapped her lips around it and slid her wet slimy mouth down the shaft deeply.

Behind me, Olympia let go of my sheath and it slipped back into my body. Olympia spread my ass cheeks and rammed her cock back in hard enough to make me groan, sending squirts of slime out of my ass around her meat.

Slowly felt my balls tighten and I knew I was near. Still, Olympia ground in and out of my ass, her milky breasts bumping against my back with each stroke. I pulled my mother to me and kissed her. She slipped her long tongue into my mouth, down my throat. Her tongue was thick, slimy. It filled my mouth, my throat, and beyond. Somewhere, deep inside me, it felt almost as if my mom's tongue and Olympia's cock were bumping into each other, as if I was being run completely through. That couldn't be real or could it?

I turned my mother around and pushed her forward, stretching her ass and pushing my cock all the way inside her, pumping several times until I felt her sheath gripping me, then I slid out, pulling my cock all the way out and lifting it up between my milky tits, stretching her sheath two or three feet outside her gaping pink asshole

Demeter came around and knelt above my mother, leaning her pussy against my mother's ass. I pressed my mother's sheath close around my cock and slid my 21 inch cock and almost two feet of my mother's sheath still around it deep into Demeter's ass. More sheath sluiced from my mom's asshole as I forced my way into Demeter's slimy orifice. I had my mother's sheath tight around my cock as I felt Demeter's ass tighten. Pulling out, I had both sheaths wrapped around my thick cock. Athena appeared beside me and began stroking my cock with the two sheaths.

Suddenly, Olympia came into me, her hot semen rocketing deep into my asshole. My balls squeezed and my own orgasm took over. Olympia was still unloading her slime and come into me even as I dumped buckets of my own semen down my mother's asshole through her sheath.

I shook and rocked with the orgasm, a seemingly bottomless load pouring from the gaping end of my cock even as slime and Olympia's sernen poured around her cock out of my asshole. I groaned as she pulled out, my asshole gaping and gushing out more juice, pink flesh hovering around my pink sphincter, my sheath hanging out several inches. I didn't even try to close my asshole, letting it hang wide open, pink flesh and long sheath hanging out. Athena popped my cock free of my mother's and Demeter's sheaths, and I fell into my mother's arms as we kissed. our bodies covered in slime, milk, and semen my mother's sheath still hanging a foot out of her ass.

The rest of the afternoon was spent in deep, loving ecstasy. The seven of us explored each other's bodies in ways we had never known, taking turns at being the center of attention as we came and came and came some more.

I no longer was sure who Russel had been, but I was becoming more and more sure who Roshelle was going to be.

Before going to bed, we had a short planning session as we lounged in the pool near midnight. The next morning, after they were x-rayed and ultrasounded, Athena and Demeter were to go to the attic store room above the main part of the house and start going through some of the newly-discovered material to see what they could learn about Shirley Franklin, the only male phallite carrier who hadn't died when his phallite died. My mother, Clementina, and I were going to go shopping to get me started on a new wardrobe. Ona was going to help Olympia in the lab.

We re-formed as a group for a late lunch around 2:00 in the afternoon. Demeter and Athena filled us in on their efforts.

"We only got through two boxes, Athena said. "There is so much stuff there, so many journals and photos, it takes time to go through them, and sometimes we had to backtrack when someone would appear in one photo with Franklin and we would go back because we had seen photos of that person previously. It was tedious work, but here's what we have so far."

She pulled out a pile of several photos and laid the first one on the kitchen table and we all crowded around.

The photo showed Franklin, in his typical heavy overcoat and ponytail, standing with a woman. She wore a checkered dress but

it failed to hide her obviously phallite features. Her hair was dark

and there was a definite resemblence between her and Franklin.

"This we believe is Franklin and his mother, though we haven't "This we believe is Franklin and his mother, though we haven't figured out her name. There were a couple of references to her in the journals, though they only refer to her as 'the mother or just mother. We're not sure, but there may have been something more than just maternal love going on there."

Athena glanced meaningfully at my mother and I, then laid a second photo on the table. This one showed Franklin in his usual overcoat. Behind him and to the side, a woman literally towered over him. It was hard to guage, but she looked like she was possibly over seven feet tall. She was wearing some kind of a robe with a hood. Her face was sharp and her eyes were piercing. Behind them, it looked like the walls of a stone chamber, though I didn't recognize it as one of the ones we had already uncovered.

"We don't know who this woman is," Athena said. "But she appears in several photos usually wearing a robe or similar garment. She seems to be really tall."

Athena laid several more pictures on the table, all of either Franklin's mother or the strange amazon in the robe.

"Then, right before we came down to lunch, we found this."

She laid another photo on the table. It took me several seconds to process it, and I could tell the others figured out what they were looking at before me by the gasps that ran around the table.

The picture was black and white, like all the photos had been, and it wasn't in the best shape, with a couple of creases across the front. The picture showed two people, both nude, standing outside in front of the barn. I recognized one right away as Franklin's mother. But as my mind processed what I was seeing. I reeled. Her top half was typical phallite, large breasts, big nipples, narrow waist. But below the waist, where expected to see the usual thick lobes, it was something else entirely. Hanging down between her legs, where her labia should have been, it looked like she had slid an octopus up her vagina and had the tentacles hanging out. Though the picture was fuzzy they were obviously tentacles where her labia should be, dangling down almost to the ground.

She looked just like the statue in the chamber where the tentacle monster had been.

I tumed my eyes to the other woman in the photo. I didn't recognize her at first, though she had the usual phallite features. But again, when my eyes wandered downwards I was in for a

shock. Instead of female features, below her waist she had an Immense cock hanging downwards a cock similar to the one I now sported. I let my eyes wander back up to her face, staring at it. She was pretty, though the features seemed familiar.

Recognition slowly dawned.

The face was that of Shirley Franklin.

I gasped.

"Oh, fuck," said out loud. "This is....just like us...like my mother and 1. Jesus Christ, what the fuck is going on."

"We have two more pictures," Athena said. "Here is another cockgirl we have yet to identify. It's not Franklin, and she looks like she has a vagina, not testicles like Franklin. She has the same arrangement as my mother." She threw a picture of a woman on the table. It was another black and white photo but it was graphic, showing a woman with phallite breasts spreading her legs to show meaty labia beneath a large phallite-like cock.

"And finally, we found this," she tossed a final picture on the table. It was a picture of Frankin, fully dressed in his (her?) overcoat, standing next to a pair of twins. "We don't know who the twins are."

There was a long silence.

I leaned back in my chair.

"This is a nightmare. What the fuck have we gotten into. It's like history repeating itself."

Olympia picked up each of the pictures and looked through them, then reached over and put a hand on my arm

"Don't assume anything," she said.

"Don't assume?" said. "Are you joking? All the pieces are lined up. It's like we were predestined to be here. The twins really seal the deal. And look at the things Alura said."

I turned to my mother. "What if you turn into something like her?" said, pointing to the picture of Franklin's mother with the tentacles hanging between her legs.