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 semen 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 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 I 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 turned 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,” I said out loud. “This is…just like us…like my mother and I. 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?” I 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?” I said, pointing to the picture of Franklin’s mother with the tentacles hanging between her legs.
“Having prehensile tentacle labia sounds kind of hot, to be honest,” she added with a smile. “Imagine having mommy’s slick, slimy tentacles rubbing against that hard cock of yours, or sliding up your ass. Tell me that doesn’t sound hot, I dare you.”
I had to admit, it did.
“Oh, fuck,” I said. “So what do we do now?”
“After we eat lunch, I think its time we go down and press that button in Alura’s chamber.”
And so we did, trooping down to the nexus in our usual swimsuits. I had bought several in our morning shopping trip, and kind of went in a sports style bra and booty-style bottoms that stretched tight over my oversized and still-growing cock. My wide phallite hips and ass swallowed up most of the backside of the shorts. Others wore a mix of one and two piece suits as we made our way into the nexus.
In the nexus we split up. Olympia, my mom, and I went into the room with the tentacle statue, while the twins, Clementina, and Ona stood out in the nexus.
The three of us stood in front of the statue and looked at the oddly-colored clitoris that seemed to be a button.
“Well,” I said. “Here goes nothing.” I reached up and gave the statue’s clit a push.
Nothing happened. It wouldn’t move.
“Let me try,” Olympia said, but she couldn’t move the button either.
We stared at it for a moment.
“You know,” I said to my mother after a pause. “This statue depicts a woman with a long tongue and a tentacled labia. We already know you have a tongue like the statue, and we have seen pictures of Franklin’s mother with this sort of a tentacle arrangement. Maybe you should try pushing this button.”
My mother shrugged, walked over, and pushed the statue’s clitoris.
The button slipped inwards inside the stone hood. From out in the nexus we heard the sound of stone-on-stone grinding and Clementina’s voice came echoing down the hallway.
“The next door just opened!” she called.
We scrambled back down the hallway to the nexus. The next cubby in line had now slid back, revealing another stone hallway going back into darkness. There was no light switch but at the end of the hallway, probably fifty feet in the distance, we could see a glow coming from a doorway on the left.
The tunnel was raised a bit above the level of the nexus floor to prevent the slime from trickling in. So we hopped up onto the tunnel floor and started slowly down the dark tunnel, Clementina and Athena carrying electric torches.
The tunnel was just like the tunnel leading down to the tentacle chamber. As we approached the end, we extinguished the lights, creeping towards the large open archway on the left through which a light glowed.
Slowly, carefully, we peeked into the chamber.
The chamber was large and round, similar to the tentacle chamber. It was lit by some kind of organic glow not unlike the pink light in the nexus. The was another arched door at the opposite side leading back into some other chambers. The floor of the room slanted slightly downward to a large pool of clear blue water in the center.
Sitting at the edge of the pool was … something … someone … who turned and stood when she heard us enter.
She stood at least seven feet tall. Her skin was dark blue, her hair was white. From her forehead two curved rams horns sprouted and curved around beside her head. Huge, firm, phallite-like breasts jutted forward, the high, upward thrusting nipples were cream-colored. Her waist was narrow above hips that flared widely, like a phallite-carrier.
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