Clementina, Part XX [extreme, sf/horror/fantasy, monster, insects, tentacles, transgender, anal, lactation, incest(M/S,S/S), TTTTTFFF]

WARNING: THIS IS, AT TIMES, A HORROR STORY. THIS PART INCLUDES BODY HORROR, MONSTERS, SEX WITH BUGS, WEIRD SLIMY EXTREME SEX, ANAL, INCEST, LACTATION, GORE, AND MORE.
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!

There are transgender people in this story, there are monsters in this story, and there are transgender monsters in this story. I AM NOT IMPLYING TRANSGENDER PEOPLE ARE MONSTERS. I am just having fun with genders, ‘cause, after all, ain’t that the point?

This story assumes you have read all previous parts. If you haven’t you will probably find some of this bewildering.

This part continues chapter 4. This part includes people being fucked by a swarm of insects. Be warned. I get the sense that the bug theme isn’t as popular as some of the previous chapters. Well take heart, after this one there is just one more part in this chapter.

I appreciate all your comments and feedback in the comments section and read every one of them. And if you have been paying attention, more than one reader suggestion has made its way into the story…

This is exactly what you wanted, isn’t it? My filthy little cumslut… [MF] [D/S] [cumming] [breeding] [fiction]

“This is exactly what you wanted, isn’t it my filthy little cumslut?” you hear me whisper in your ear. The wand on high as you feel another orgasm building from deep within your body. You’ve lost count by now of how many times I’ve forced you to cum…. You try and answer me but all that comes out is a deep moan “Mmmmmmhmmmmm”. You can feel it building and you know how happy it makes me when I’ve turned you into an all out slut. You can’t think of anything you want, no – need, to do more than give your body to me in this moment and let me make you into the most primal, sex-crazed, filthy, cum-filled slut that’s ever walked the face of the earth.

I want to hear your stories of multi-girl blowjobs

Particularly amongst long-standing friend groups, for example situations where, with an established friend group, one guy has had his dick sucked by his close female friends, three or more of them at the same time. (More interested in stories of that than hookups with strangers!)

I am absolutely mind blown by and obsessed with this fantasy, and I want to hear stories of it actually happening, regardless of how jealous it will make me.

I really think this is one of the hottest things that could possibly happen to a guy, probably the hottest thing if it’s people he knows well.

I also do actually have a story of my own, so if you want to ask me about that, feel free to. I’m happy to talk to basically anyone, even if you just want to express that you share this same fantasy.

The Only Fertile Man Left in Existence part 1

It’s possible that I’m not the ONLY one…but I’m certainly the only one that’s truly known to be able to produce children. The world has been in such chaos ever since the population began to decline. Communication between different nations has been fractured, making it hard to really know how many fertile men are left. In a single generation, the world population has plummeted. Droves of men and women are dying off of old age with no heirs to replace them. No one is precisely sure what has caused this…but it is clear that the fault lies in male fertility. We had a generation of men who just didn’t seem to be able to produce children. By the time the data started being tracked and the alarm was raised it was too late for many of them.

Some men responded to fertility treatments and were able to produce a child or two…others were outright sterile with no chance of ever impregnating a woman. In the end, I ended up being the only truly fertile man in my little corner of the world….the only bull who now had the responsibility of breeding the herd.

Erotic Incest Story

Courtesy of StoryVa ([Free Erotic Stories](https://storyva.com/)) as the main source of the story.

When I was growing up, we lived in a very small three bedroom, two-story house. My parents occupied the bedroom downstairs, my two brothers shared the one bedroom upstairs, and I, being the only girl, had the other bedroom to myself. We heated with fuel oil. Winters in the mid-west bitterly cold. During these times, my parents shut off the upstairs and moved a set of bunk beds down into their bedrooms. My oldest brother had the bottom bunk to himself and my youngest brother and I had to share the top bunk.

I was about ten when I started through puberty. My periods had started, and I already had very large breasts. One particular evening my parents had thought we were fast asleep, but I wasn’t. I was laying on the outside of the top bunk that sat at the foot end of my parents bed. I started hearing this creaking sound and then this clicking gushy noise. I had no idea what it was, so I peeked through slitted eyelids. My dad was on top of my mother, her legs were raised high in the air. His movement grew faster and faster until he moaned, and soon rolled off her. I got this strange feeling in my stomach. I didn’t know what it was for sure, but I knew it kinda felt good. My private parts were throbbing. I’d felt that quivery feeling before when we’d been driving and my dad went fast over hills. I finally went to sleep and forgot about it.

Fingerer on the Roof [MF][Public][OC]

“Can you see Alcatraz from your place?” Halley excitedly asked, bobbing her head in the window, trying to figure where the small island should be on the horizon.

“Maybe from one or two floors up,” Noah shrugged while pulling out a bottle of wine from a rack built into his bookcase. “Cartograph Pinot?” he offered.

“Please!” she replied, remembering tasting wine from that particular vineyard a week or two earlier with a corporate lawyer who took her on a date to Portofino’s then fucked her in a dazzling condo at One Rincon.

“Hold on!” Noah pivoted, sparkle in his eye.

A moment later, the man emerged with two glasses and the bottle.

“Carry these!” he commanded.

Then ushered the girl out of the apartment while he carried a plate covered in plastic with a hooded sweatshirt slung over his shoulder.

Halley followed him to the elevator where they went up to the top floor, then Noah made them duck under a heavy chain blocking the last flight inside the stairwell that lead to a heavy door with a sign that loudly proclaimed: Warning! Alarm will sound if opened.

Bi Exploration Part 1

I’ve always been a little bi curious. The weird thing is I don’t feel physically attracted to men. When I look at a woman my urges are intense. I think to myself “Damn!, I’d love bend her over here and now.” With guys it’s more like “I bet cock tastes good” or “It must feel amazing to get man handled and fucked up the ass.” Sometimes I wake up rock hard after dreaming about gay sex and have to rub one out. I’ve even teased my dick just to taste my own precum and I quite enjoy it. Yet, looking at men hardly does anything for me. Because of this I’ve come to the conclusion that if I ever had sex with another man it would have to be spontaneous, but I’ve often hoped the opportunity would come up. It finally did.

Garrett and I attended an auto repair class together at the local vocational school, that was offered as part of their night time, adult learning program. We had quickly become friends and he would drive me home after class because I was between cars at the time. He was sort of muscular, hairy and very masculine. I never would have guessed he was bisexual. We would often talk about women, as guys typically do.

Dirty Professor [mF] [blackmail]

“You asked to see me, Professor Franklin?” I ask, walking into your office. I know exactly what you’ve called me here for, and I know how this is going to play out. I take the opportunity to admire your petite frame, briefly.

“Yes, Greg. Please sit down.” you say, peering over your glasses and gesturing to the chair on the opposite side of the desk. “I’m afraid I must inform you that you’ve failed my class. Your scores on the exams have been good, but you’ve neglected to turn in almost all your papers for the year. I also need to let you know that, as my class is mandatory for your major, this is going to cause your scholarships to be revoked.”

“I understand, professor. Before you submit my final grade, I think you should take a look at this.” I say, handing you a USB stick.

You look perplexed, but plug the drive into the laptop on your desk. Your eyes go wide as the folder on the drive opens. The drive contains dozens of videos, all of them of you masturbating.

“Wh-what is this?” you ask, shocked.

Submission

“How do you want me?”

My favorite words as you present me your collar, solidifying your submission to me. You are now mine, to use as I please.

I place your collar on, growing eager with anticipation, you pull your hair back, presenting me with your neckline.

I place shackles on your wrists while you willingly extend your arms. Knowing what I want. Anticipating the movements.

I lead you to the archway, then I apply your blindfold. I bind your wrists to the anchors, extending them above your head. You know what’s coming and begin to drip with desire. You can’t control it, this is what you crave. This is your release.

The blindfold keeps you from seeing, it only allows you to feel, and sense, the pleasures as I unfold them onto you. This is my domain, my dungeon, and your lust knows it. I apply a forceful kiss while controlling your throat with my hand. You are ready. I open your mouth with my thumb, inserting and tightening your gag. Like a Good Girl, you softly moan, unable to contain it..

The Professional Woman: Part Four (Two) [MFFFF] [[Group Sex] [Girl on Girl] [Straight Sex] [Busty] [Huge Boobs] [Anal]

The party eventually came to an end. Lucy walked back inside. “That’s the last of them, all of them safe and sound inside,” she said as she plopped herself down on one of the couches.

“It’s so comfortable,” Ginger said for the fifteenth time as she laid out on one of the huge bean bags.

“You’re drunk,” Jeremy said.

“Look who’s talking,” Madison replied. “You still can’t find your shirt.”

“Where the hell is it?” Jeremy said, turning around in the chair he was sitting in.

“Why did you take it off?” I asked.

I got a few death stares from the women in the room. Ginger pointed to a rolled up wad under the couch, no doubt that was Jeremy’s shirt.

“Someone dared me to take it off,” Jeremy said he was slurring some of his words.

“I said if you showed me yours, I would show you mine,” Sara laughed.

“You did not,” I said as I looked at her.

“Oh yes I did, and it was worth it,” Sara smiled.

“They are fricking huge!” Jeremy said with a significant smile.