WARNING: THIS IS A HORROR STORY. THIS PART INCLUDES MONSTERS, WEIRD SLIMY SEX, ANAL, INCEST, LACTATION, QUESTIONABLE CONSENT AND MORE.
I sincerely appreciate the kind words from folks about the story. This part is kind of a wrap-up and closeout of what has come before, but there will be a part VIII and beyond. I have quite a few ideas that I want to explore, including possibly bringing in the blue cave spirit from the final part of “Meeting the Birth Mother”. She seems like such a perfect fit for a story full of cave creatures, I just haven’t figured out yet how I will work her in. Stay tuned.
Note that I am going to pause working on this story for a few weeks as I had a request awhile ago I want to fulfill. Once I finish that story, I will provide more hot phallite ass.
This part is somewhat more tame than the others in some respects, but still, read with caution. For many of you who have been coming along on this journey, I think this part is the scene you’ve been secretly waiting for. :-)
As with the previous installments, if this sort of thing is not your cup of tea, please do not read any further. I want readers to have fun – not be disturbed. Please heed all warnings!
That aside, if this is your thing, then read on and enjoy. As always, I read and appreciate all comments, even if I do not necessarily have the time to reply.
Thanks.
Clementina
Part VII
Moving day was sunny and warm, but it had been a long day. My mom had gone to take the U-Haul back to the rental place but before I went inside I walked up the hill behind Clementina’s house.
My biggest “ask” of Clementina and Ona had been the monument. We had a landscaper plant two interlocked circles of cherries and crabapples on Clementina’s property in honor of the people who had died in the first and second dark phallite infestations. The largest tree in the center was for my father. Granite stones sat beside each tree, evoking grave markers. Nobody would ever know what it meant, except those who stayed to take care of the phallites. But to those who did know, it could act as a reminder in case anyone happened to find a wayward dark egg.
A light breeze ruffled my T-shirt as I stood among the trees, reflecting for a moment on recent events.
My biggest “ask” had been the trees, and Clementina and Ona had agreed willingly. My mom had been a little more practical. We needed a home where we weren’t in fear of foreclosure. I think my mom had been thinking that Clementina would just give us the money to buy our house outright but she had taken a different tack.
The old farmhouse had mostly just been occupied by Clementina in recent years. She had lived in the main part of the house – and with their reconciliation and rekindled sister-on-sister sexual relationship, Ona had joined her. But there were two completely unoccupied wings that had lain empty for years. The north wing had three bedrooms upstairs, and a kitchen and a sitting area downstairs. It was more than enough for my mom and and also included a large finished attic which I claimed as my own. Further, since we knew about the phallites, my mom and I could help carry on the legacy of keeping an eye on the little buggers. And I would be around to take care of the house, and maybe even get ahead on the maintenance of the sprawling structure.
I started down the hill through the fields to the house. The two weeks since we had cleared the infestation had been hectic. My mom and I had wanted to get our house on the market ASAP, so we had scurried to pack our belongings and move into the north wing of the farmhouse. We were already exhausted from the drama over the dark phallites, and the hurried move hadn’t helped. To make matters worse, the second week of scrambling I had been back in class at the university.
One thing Clementina had done that we hadn’t asked for was to put in a pool behind the house. She said if there were going to be that many people back in the old farmhouse having all kinds of weird slimy sex there had to be a pool. The workmen had been there for about a week installing it, and just finished a couple days before. I hadn’t even had time to try it out yet. Honestly, I had hardly seen Ona or Clementina the past few days, we had been so busy.
As I approached the back of the farmhouse I could see Ona out by the pool. She waved, and I waved back. She stood as I approached, her bikini making a valiant but ultimately unsuccessful attempt to contain her curves.
“Party and dinner tonight. We uncork the wine at 6:00 sharp. Come in a swimsuit or naked, your choice. We’ll all be naked before its over.”
In the past two weeks there hadn’t been much talk of sex – besides the decision that Ona, who caused the infestation, was fair game anywhere, anytime, and she had to obey orders always. I hadn’t taken advantage of that yet, I had been too busy. But I definitely would be making her my bitch once things settled down.
But beside that it had mostly been business, and except for a couple of morning quickies, my mom and I hadn’t hooked up at all. And we hadn’t had any dalliances with Ona or Clementina – though we all knew that was coming. You couldn’t have four phallite hosts in close proximity without plenty of action.
“So there’s going to be some skinny dipping involved?” I asked Ona, smiling.
“Maybe. You never know what might happen with all these little creamy, slimy monsters running around. Never can be enough cream – or slime.”
That had been the other big event of the past two weeks – my mom taking on a light phallite. She had been the most libidinous of the four of us even before this all happened. No way she was going to let this pass. She had to replace much of her wardrobe and had been borrowing liberally from Clementina and Ona until we got settled, but I had to admit, her combination of fit and curvy was hot as fuck. I just hoped that now things might be settling down I would have more chance to enjoy it.
Ona gave me a kiss on the cheek. In return I slapped her ass hard enough to leave a red mark, then puled her thong aside and roughly slipped four fingers up her ass that was now dribbling slime.
“Don’t forget your ass is mine,” I said. “I haven’t had time to get to you yet, but that’s about to change.” I pulled out and slapped her ass again with my wet, slime-covered hand.
She nodded and dove into the pool.
“Don’t be late!” she said when she surfaced. And as to accentuate the point, she peeled off her bikini top and threw it at me. It landed across my head, the triangle over my face. I shook my head and went inside. I thought about stripping and diving in after her but decided not to. I would save it until tonight.
The phallite inside me poked me for not following her. I shrugged. There would be plenty of time to ream her asshole now that we all lived in the same house.
Her ass should be mine for a long time to be come. She killed my father.
The finished attic in the north wing was my domain and my belongings lay scattered around, waiting for me to finish unpacking and organize the mess. I stripped off my clothes and headed into the shower, letting the hot water pour over me.
Over the sound of the running shower I heard my mom come home and climb the stairs to the attic. I glanced through the shower curtain.
“Mind if I join you?” she asked, not even waiting for an answer, but peeling off her tank top and bra in one single motion. My phallite gave me a poke. I made room and my mom finished stripping and climbed into the shower.
Now that we were out of the old house once and for all and it was on the market, we were both completely relaxed for the first time since the whole nightmare had began almost a month ago. It seemed like forever since that night when Clementina opened the door in that slinky robe.
My mom pressed herself against me.
“Get dirty before we get clean?” she said and slipped a hand down my front, grabbing my cock. There was something magical that happened when two people with light phallites connected, and I came to attention immediately.
“Don’t you want to save that until later?” I asked. “I hear there’s a hot pool party tonight. We’re supposed to be there at 6:00 – suits are optional. As far as I am concerned, I am reaming out Ona’s ass tonight and any chance I can get after and forever. That bitch has to pay.”
“I’m pretty sure you can get it up any time you want with that thing inside of you,” she said, stroking me. “No need to be stingy. There’s plenty of you, and me, and Clementina, and Ona to go around. Ona will have callouses on her asshole by the time all three of us are done with her.”
I reached for my mom’s breasts. They had grown when she took on the phallite, but her nipples still sat on the top half, pointing skyward. They were wider, longer, and now were starting to trickle milk as she became aroused. I suckled a mouthful of the liquid and swallowed, then took another mouthful up to my mom’s mouth and kissed her, letting the milk trickle between her lips. Her chest pressed against mine, my cock was hard, pressing against her hips.
“You better get busy before Clementina sends us a water bill,” my mom said, giggling.
“I think it’s well water,” I said.
“Well unlike your cock, it might run dry, so we better hurry up,” she shot back, then turned around to face the wall, leaning forward. She ran a hand down between her legs. She pushed her large, fleshy, dangling lobes apart, revealing the pink beyond. Slime was dribbling from her slit and her ass.
I gave my cock a couple of hard strokes, dribbling a long thread of my own slime and spreading it across the shaft. I slipped the purple head inside slowly, but my mom urged me on.
“Pick it up,” she said, playfully. “I’ve got a pool party to attend.”
I slapped her ass and stopped being gentle – sliding my cock all the way in. Reaching around I felt her stomach, running my hand along the distension my 15 inches made in her abdomen.
“Are you not hearing me?” my mom said. “Fuck me already! And hurry it up.”
I slid back out and began pistoning in and out of her slit. Slime poured from my cock and from her orifices, mixing with the water coming from the showerhead and slipping down her legs.
Once we got started it was frantic, passionate sex. I reached around and squeezed her breasts, she leaned her head back and kissed me as I fucked her from behind. She moaned with each stroke as I cranked the pace up to a blur. My body slipped and pounded against hers. Our phallites poured their magical chemicals into our bloodstream. Slime coated our skin.
My balls tightened and my juice and slime poured into her body. She moaned again, her head against the wall of the shower stall.
Slowly my throbbing subsided. She slipped from my meat, turned and we kissed, then we washed each others bodies.
It was five-thirty when we finally emerged from the shower. My mom went down to her room and bathroom on the second floor to get ready. I thought about the “come naked” part of the directive from Ona and considered going that route, but decided against it. Instead I pulled on a camo swimsuit and a Hawaiian shirt then followed my mom downstairs. She was in her room digging through her boxes and suitcases.
“I don’t have any swimsuits that match my, um, new body type,” she said.
I reminded her of the “come naked” part of the invite. She wagged a finger and put it to my lips.
“Hush,” my mom said, smiling. Finally she gave up and went with a tiny spaghetti-strap sundress that definitely was not made for her current body shape, but once she got in it looked incredibly hot and revealing.
“That’s not a swimsuit,” I said.
“Anything is a swimsuit if you wear it into a pool,” she shot back and flashed her tits at me.
She disappeared into her bathroom and spent the next twenty minutes diddling with her hair and makeup. I lay on her bed staring up at the ceiling, wondering at the insanity of the past month, and how we got here. Standing up, I walked over to the window and peered out. Clementina and Ona were already out on the patio by the pool, an unopened bottle of wine and four glasses sitting next to them. Ona hadn’t bothered to put her bikini top back on, and sat in just her thong. Clementina was mildly more modest in a thin pale blue one-piece that I was sure would turn invisible when wet – if it didn’t come off before she hit the water.
Finally my mom came out and announced she was ready. She took my arm and we made our way down to the pool.
Ona and Clementina both rose as we entered. This was our first real relaxed social gathering with the sisters, and I was a little unsure how this was going to shake out, but they took the lead. Ona reached out and embraced me, pressing her body against mine, her chest against my chest. She pressed her lips against mine, giving me a long, deep kiss. She disengaged for a second, then went in for seconds, slipping her tongue into mine.
I reached around and grabbed her ass, stretching her cheeks apart, feeling the slime that was trickling from her asshole. My cock stirred in my trunks.
Clementina and my mother were engaged in a similar slow hug. They disengaged and we switched partners. I hadn’t had a soul kiss from Clementina since our fuck in the guest room that night, but I definitely liked the light phallite Clementina’s kiss better than the dark phallite Clementina. Our hands wandered around each others bodies as our tongues intertwined. When we finally pulled apart I noticed that I had been right about her swimsuit – the crotch of the suit was coated with slime and had turned nearly transparent, revealing her slit and substantial labia. My mom’s sundress was pretty much off her top half by now and Clementina had unbuttoned my shirt, so I was bare-chested. And the bulging front of my swim trunks was damp from both her slime and my own.
“Wow,” I thought. “If this is what life is going to be from now on, this is not bad at all.”
Clementina cracked open the wine and poured, and we had several toasts to our new living arrangements, to light phallites, to slime, and to anything we could think of to give us an excuse to drink more wine.
We quickly finished off the bottle and Clementina produced a second. We chatted and sipped.
Ona was sitting in a chair next to me, and she was the first to bring things around to more weighty subjects.
“I know I was wrong,” she said. “I am so sorry for what happened. I never, ever planned for anyone to get hurt.”
I had tried not to think about what she had done, not wanting to spoil the evening, but there it now was. I shook my head.
“Planned to or not, people got hurt. People got dead,” I said. “My father among them.”
Ona nodded. “I accept that responsibility. That’s why I’m the whore from now on. I know you haven’t had much time to use me, as busy as you’ve been. But I just want you to know I know my place. Do with me what you will, any time, any where.”
“I will,” I said. “Starting now.”
My mom and Clementina both giggled.
I stood up and moved to stand over Ona. She looked up at me with doe eyes. The dark squiggly lines had just about faded from her face and breasts, but the slightest hint still remained. I pushed my swim trunks to the ground and peeled off my shirt.
I siezed Ona’s hair, dragged her from the chair and forced her to her knees in front of me, her lips hovering inches from my foot-plus phallite cock. A surge of slime shot from my cock, hitting Ona in the face, tricking down her face and across her breasts. I squeezed her hair and snapped her head back, forcing her mouth open.
But before I could continue, Clementina spoke up.
“You know, if you want to hurt her, just shoving your cock into her mouth, cunt, or ass really wont do the trick. She’s got a phallite inside her too. She’s built for that kind of abuse.”
“Really?” I said. “I was looking forward to pounding her ass until she was so stretched we could rent out her colon as an Air BnB.”
“You can do that if you want,” Clementina said. “But that sounds more like fun than pain. When you’re done with Ona you can do me and your mom that way too. If you want to do something that hurts, do just the opposite.”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
Clementina got up and disappeared into the house for a moment, returning with a length of the same cord we had used to tie her and Ona up during the extermination.
“Tie her up,” she said to my mom, handing her the rope.
“Ooh, sexy,” Ona said. “Tie me up and fuck my ass. Sweet.”
My mother got busy with the rope and in a moment, Ona was laying on her side on the patio, tied up like she had been down in the basement a couple of weeks ago.
“So now do I fuck her ass?” I asked, stroking my cock that was still dribbling slime, 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 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 Clementina’s, feeling both of their slimy, slick lobes, their engorged clits, their deep, wet asses.
The sensations that overcame me were indescribable. When my mother’s flow started to lighten, Clementina stood up and I switched from my mother’s breasts to Clementina’s, my mother doing the same. The milk was equally delightful, and my cock was now sending out a steady, unbroken stream of slime and pre-come that sluiced from the gaping tip, dripped down and pooled on Ona’s stomach.
Ona looked to me almost in shell shock. The desire was driving her mad and she was moaning to herself softly, staring up at the three of us.
My mother disengaged from Clementina’s fleshy breast and slipped down onto her knees in front of me. Ona tried to lift herself up and suck on my mother’s breasts, but I again used my foot to push her back down.
“Try it again, bitch,” I said. “I dare you.”
Ona stared up at me, frustration glowing in her eyes.
My mom stroked my already throbbing cock, running her finger down from the tip to the base and back.. Slime surged from the end, shooting across her breasts and mingling with the remains of the milk that still clung to her skin. She slipped my head into her mouth and circled the tip with her tongue, then pulled it out – sending a long string of slime down her chin and milky chest.
I pulled myself from Clementina’s breast and moved back up to her lips, pressing mine against hers, intertwining our tongues, swapping slime. I felt my mother move her fingers around near the tip of my cock, teasing the gaping hole at the tip.
Like the rest of my cock, the aperture at the end was substantially bigger, wider than before. Something felt funny about what my mother was doing – though it felt incredible. I looked down. My mother had slipped her index finger into my cock and was now massaging the sensitive spot just under the head from the inside, while stroking the shaft from the outside. I had never had anything inside my cock except piss, pre-come, and semen. I never thought I would enjoy something like this, but -just another gift of the phallites – this was beyond anything I had ever experienced before. I groaned, arching my back. I felt like I had just passed the pleasure of an orgasm and moved into some unknown, uncharted sexual terrain where no rules applied. My mother looked up at me and our eyes met.
“You like?” she asked.
“Fuck yeah,” I replied. She smiled and increased the pace.
Clementina ran her tongue up my chest and teased my nipples, then kissed me again.
“Do you remember when you were watching me in the bathroom through the hole in the wall?” she asked.
“How could I forget,” I said.
“Did you like my asshole?”
“I have wanted your asshole ever since I first saw it.”
“Then take it,” she said, bending over and leaning across her sister, leaning against the fence that ran around the pool. “And don’t be fucking gentle about it.”
I was faced with the perfect ass, slit, and asshole I had seen that night in Clementina’s bathroom. Slime poured from both orifices. Her lobes were wide, thick, and gently parted, revealing the crumpled pink beyond. But even more perfect was her asshole – that beautiful little sphincter I had been dreaming of every night as I went to sleep. It was time.
My mother slipped her finger out and I gave my cock a fresh stroke. She was still on her knees next to me, and guided the head of my staff to Clementina’s waiting ass. My mom put her hands on either side of Clementina’s ass and stretched her hole outwards, revealing a pinkish-red tunnel beyond, and a steady stream of slime pouring out.
Finally. Clementina’s asshole was mine. I had been waiting for this moment. And I had spent enough time dealing with phallites now to know that when Clementina said not to be gentle, she meant it.
I roughly forced my cock past her sphincter and into the waiting hole beyond. I pushed hard and fast, pounding my way into her until my balls slammed against her engorged clit.
Clementina moaned and gasped, then elicited a “Fuck, yeah! Finally, you actually fuck someone right!”
That pissed me off, so I showed no mercy. I pulled my cock back all the way, then rammed it back in, pushing it through her asshole hard and roughly. I repeated that performance again, and again. Each time, Clementina tightened her asshole tighter, yet each time I was able to pile drive past, piercing into the deepest recesses of her ass. Slime poured down, trickling off my balls, which my mom licked clean after every few strokes.
I pushed as hard and as fast as I could stand. My balls slammed against her stiff clit.
My mother beside me squeezed my balls and then pulled me back, my cock popping free of Clementina’s perfect little asshole. My mom pulled me to the side and began sucking and licking off the slime from Clementina’s ass, working her tongue over every inch of my heavy, heaving, pulsating 15. She licked, sucked, tasted, and practically blow dried my cock, then stretched Clementina’s asshole again and licked the pink inside as far as her tongue could go. She planted her lips against the hole and sucked out every drop of slime she could. Finally she spread it back open while I slid my cock back in and went back to work.
Clementina moaned. I felt her tighten as an orgasm overtook her. She arched her back, her breasts jutting forward, spraying milk. I leaned forward and felt my cock pressing against her stomach from the inside.
Her tightening ass forced me to pound harder, feeling every inch of my cock as I slipped in and out of her squeezing asshole. It became too much and I felt my balls tighten. Thick semen and slime poured from my cock into Clementina’s asshole as my mother pulled Clementina’s asshole wide to allow the mixture to pour out, where she licked it from around the base of my cock. I pulled out completely so she could wrap her lips around Clementina’s asshole and suck the residue from her long, deep cavity.
My mother was on all fours sucking Clementina’s ass, so I moved behind her and stroked my cock, looking at her ass. My mother’s asshole was almost identical to Clementina’s and Ona’s. I pulled her cheeks apart, opening the pink, ready hole.
My phallite brought me back to attention quickly, and I slipped into my own mother’s waiting, slimy, ass. It was beautiful, transcendental even, pounding her ass while she sucked Clementina’s ass clean of my come and our slime. Finally she leaned back and Clementina turned around, the two disappearing into a kiss, breasts pressed against each other, leaning into each other over Ona’s prone, crying, frustrated form on the ground underneath us.
I reached around, squeezing her breasts and sending a stream of milk across Clementina’s chest. I ran my hands down the bulge my cock made riding up and down her stomach. She leaned back and we kissed, then she slapped my hips.
“Are you going to ass fuck your mother or not?” she said.
I let my cock respond as she tightened her ass and pushed it back onto my cock even harder. I pushed her head down into the hollow between Clementina’s tits, then grabbed her hips and pistoned my cock in and out of her ass.
My mother moaned as I worked her over and she suckled at Clementina’s breasts. Her face was covered with milk and her ass was covered with slime. It was perfect. I picked up the pace, feeling my own slime coursing out into her ass, to mix with her own and then to sluice out of her stretched hole. My cock made a sucking sound each time I pulled back, and my hips slapped against hers with each rebound. I grabbed her hair and pulled her head up.
“Come for mommy,” she whispered. “Come in her ass.”
And I did, as a mixture of semen erupted into her ass both of us moaned.
I was starting to feel a little bit bad for Ona, so as my orgasm began to subside, I let her lick the slime and come off my cock. But that was about it. Otherwise, she just lay on the ground underneath us, crying from frustration.
Served her right, the murdering bitch.
Coming down from our exploits, my mother, Clementina, and I dove into the pool to cool off, leaving Ona still tied on the concrete. We had a playful splash fight, then swam over to the deep end where we lightly treaded water and chatted.
“So I found something interesting when I was cleaning out that attic room in the north wing,” she said.
“What?” my mother asked.
“There was a box with more journals, more notes about the phallites, especially the cream colored ones.”
“What did you learn?” I asked.
“I’m still going through them, but I did learn you can make a cream colored phallite queen.”
“How?” I asked.
Clementina filled us in with the details. It sounded like fun. And it sounded hot, though it might be a little unpleasant for the queen at first.
“All we need is a volunteer to be the queen,” Clementina said.
There was a lull in the conversation then all at once we turned and looked in Ona’s direction…
[TO BE CONTINUED – though there will be a slight pause for a couple of weeks]
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