A four-poster bed stood in one corner, a heart-shaped hot tub in the other – bubbling away. A bottle of champagne sat on the counter of the kitchenette.
She had booked the honeymoon suite.
I turned to her but before I could say anything she planted another kiss on my lips, then moved past me into the room and pulled me with her.
The need I felt, and that I felt rising from her was hot and intense. I kicked off my shoes and stripped even as Clementina let her own dress fall to the floor. I reached out to her, she to me, we embraced, our bodies coming together, our lips coming together.
My cock was fully at attention and slipped between her legs as we kissed, pushing up against her thick lobes and growing clitoris that hovered between her thighs. Slime dribbled from the end of my cock and slime slipped from her vagina and ass, covering my swollen member in clear goop. Her thighs slipped slickly against my cock, and I gently slide my erection back and forth between her hips. The milk from her breasts smeared against my chest.
We separated, and Clementina put up a hand.
“Let’s slow down, just a tiny bit,” she said. Taking my hand she pulled me over to the hot tub.
We slid slowly into the bubbling, swirling tub, Clementina pressing her naked body next to mine. She turned sideways and put an arm around behind my back, pressing her large, pendulous, milk-laden breasts against my arm. Her nipples were hard and erect, the wide brown edges pulled slightly inward and tightened, a slow trickle of sweet milk sliding from the tip, only to be washed away into the swirling foam. She leaned her lips against my ear and whispered, slowly stroking my cock with her other hand.
“That morning in your kitchen after you drove out my dark phallite,” she murmured, barely perceptible above the hum of the tub. “I looked at you that morning and admired you. You were my hero, you pulled me free of the dark morass that my sister created for me. I just wanted your love and respect. I don’t care what kind of love it is, whether it’s sisterly love, or friendship love, or admiration love, or paternal love, or some other kind of love. All I want to know is, do you love me, somehow, some way, despite what I have done? And, knowing me as you now do, if you can’t love me at all, then I will be content to go back to just being your hot, forty-something fuck, and I will continue to worship you from afar.”
As she said this, she continued slowly stroking my cock. I was fully erect, my phallite-induced erection at its gargantuan maximum, the tip of my cock popping free of the swirling bubbles when Clementina pulled it upwards, the purple tip gapped widely and sluicing out a mixture of slime and pre-come.
I turned my head so I could look in her eyes and shifted my body on the bench so we were face to face. I ran my hands up her stomach, coming to her heavy breasts, caressing them, gently pinching the nipples to send streamers of sweet milk into the swirling froth.
“Clementina,” I said. “Yes, I love you. I admire you. I respect you. And I do love you. Tonight I can say, yes, I love you, and you will always have a special place in my heart.”
She leaned forward and our lips met again, our tongues intertwined. She moaned. I lifted her up so she kneeled on the bench, straddling me, and pulled her breasts to my face.
“They’re full for you,” she whispered as I licked the cleavage between her breasts then worked my way up to her left breast, the flesh hanging heavily and laden with sweet, licorice-tinged phallite milk. I licked the nipple, teasing her, working my tongue around the aureole, teasing, tasting. Clementina moaned again. “Suck it, please,” she cried.
I planted my lips around the long, hard, erect nipple and sucked. A flood of warm, sweet milk poured into my mouth. I swallowed and then sucked again greedily, filling my mouth again and again. I gently squeezed her breast, pushing even more into my mouth, then pulling Clementina’s lips down to mine and trickling her milk into her mouth. We swapped it back and forth two or three times before she swallowed. We kissed, then she lifted the tip of her other breast up and we both licked and sucked it, covering both of our chins and lips with the intoxicating sweetness.
The wine we had drank earlier mixed with the chemicals in her phallite breast milk and only made our arousal more intense.
I suddenly coughed, a thick glob of something lodging in my throat. For a moment I felt like I was going to choke, and unexpectedly I had a mouthful of slime.
“Are you okay?” Clementina asked.
I nodded. “I just had a weird glob of slime pop into my throat. I don’t know where that came from,”
“Oh, that,” she said. “I should have warned you. After you’ve had a phallite for a while you also get slime from your mouth when you’re turned on. You get used to it after awhile. And I expect pretty soon you’ll start getting slime from your ass as well. That piece usually takes guys longer than women.”
“From my ass?” I repeated.
“Yes, relax it’s pleasant. Your body is changing, if you relax and go with it – and open yourself to new ideas, you might discover you enjoy things you never thought you could. But don’t rush it, let it happen naturally.”
I was still processing what she had just said, but she didn’t give me much time to think. Clementina climbed out of the hot tub. The warm water trickled off her soft, hanging, jutting breasts and nipples, coursed around her slender waist and then raced down past her thick hips and dark, dangling lobes. She pulled me to the bed and pushed me down on my back, my foot-plus cock sticking straight up in the air, thick globs of slime gushing from the tip and sliding down the shaft.
She climbed onto the bed, positioning her thick, meaty, slightly parted pussy lips directly over my face while she perched her own mouth around the tip of my cock. I sucked on her dark labia, stretching the flesh out and sucking the thick slime that poured from her pussy and ass. As I licked I felt another glob of slime form in my throat. I spread her lobes and spit it into the pink gap beyond, mixing it with her own, then using my tongue to spread it up and down her labia. At the top of her slit, her clit was fully engorged and throbbing, standing out from its hood. I kissed and licked it, teasing the underside, then sucked it, pulling it into my mouth and eliciting a gasp and a moan from Clementina.
Meanwhile Clementina was working her own magic on the tip of my cock. A steady stream of slime was pouring from the tip. She deftly ran her tongue around the end, teasing softly the tender spot just under the head, then planting her lips around the shaft and sucking a mouthful of slime from deep within my meat. She ran her hands up and down the shaft, using my slime and her own mouth slime as lubrication, and pushing more slime and pre-come up to the tip, which she then licked off. Finally she slipped my cock down her throat, three inches, six inches, nine inches and more, before she pulled back. This time it was my turn to gasp and groan.
Clementina climbed off me and re-adjusted her position. She hovered her pussy directly over my huge, pulsating erection.
“Tell me you love me,” she said. “And mean it.”
“I love you Clementina,” I whispered.
She pulled her dangling lobes apart and slipped my tip between them. Her slime and my slime mingled as she slipped her pussy down my long, thick cock. She squeezed her vagina muscles and I felt every single millimeter of flesh as it pressed down the seemingly endless shaft. I groaned as fresh loads of slime coursed out the end of my cock, only to mix with Clementina’s and to be forced out of her pussy around my shaft as she pushed me deeper and deeper into her body. I put my hands on her abdomen and felt my cock pressed against her stomach, still sliding deeper and deeper, past her waist, past her navel, and finally when she was fully resting on my hips, the tip of my cock was just below her breastbone. I squeezed her tits together and pushed them against my cock, pressing it inwards and sending a wave of pleasure shivering through my body and hers.
Clementina slowly lifted herself up and began sliding up and down my shaft. At first slowly, then increasing the pace. I squeezed her breasts, sending fresh squirts of milk across my face, tasting the sweetness. Clementina moaned as I felt the first threatenings of an orgasm course through her.
She increased her pace. Her tits shook and her ass jiggled as she bounced up and down my foot-plus pole. She groaned again, moving even faster. Her head leaned back, jutting her already substantial breasts even further far forward, her hard nipples sticking out like arrows.
“Do you love me?” she asked, breathlessly, almost gasping.
“I love you, Clementina,” I whispered.
I felt my balls tighten, then we came together in a resounding climax, thick ropes of my semen pouring into her cunt, mixing with her juices and slime, and sluicing out of her snatch around my cock. I groaned and felt Clementina’s pace slow – but not stop. She continued to ride my cock as I began to lose some of my erection.
“I’m not letting you off that easy,” she said, continuing to drive her pussy up and down my cock slowly. After a moment, I felt myself beginning to stiffen again. Clementina gave a few more bounces then slowly climbed off me, her cunt gaping as she pulled free, her pink, slime-coated vaginal sheath hanging over a foot down between her thighs.
She walked to the curtains at the far end of the room and pulled them open. Outside was a balcony, and about a hundred yards beyond, another hotel facing ours.
“Oh, fuck yeah,” Clementina whispered. She reached back, grabbed my hand and pulled me with her out onto the balcony.
It was a warm, sultry night. We were well lit by streetlights and a balcony light. Anyone looking in our direction would have seen us there, standing naked in the night air.
Clementina put her arms on the railing and bent over, hanging her substantial tits over the rail.
“Fuck my ass,” she said.
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