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 They'd been talking about tight oysters versus loose oysters, and mentioned her name. Poor C had nearly died in mortification at her own indiscretion in dating two boys from the same fraternity house. She'd thought about leaving that university entirely to attend another, but decided to tough it out. She never went near the part of campus where these two lived. Later, her husband had started giving her a hard time about it before dumping her for a younger woman—with a squeaky tight oyster, no doubt.
"So that's what it's all about," I whispered in her ear while she burst out crying. "Baby, baby, baby..." I repeated while rocking her gently back and forth. In ten minutes her sobs had turned into hard, heated breaths. "Let me show you something," I said. "Baby," I said again, to coddle her as I gently rolled her onto her back and hovered over her. "Baby," I said while I grasped my cock and moved it toward her. She regarded me like a starving wolf with white eyes as I slid the head of my cock into her vagina. Yes, it went in easy and there was little friction in the extreme wetness of her desire. She repeatedly raised her head to kiss my nipples. She kissed my nipples in short nips before falling back helpless with moans, to gather her strength and suck my nipples again. I said: "Your little oyster is just fine with me, but to make you feel better, let's do this." I placed my knees outside her thighs, so that the strength of my legs pressed her thighs together. She massaged her breasts with one hand while reaching down to briskly massage her clitoris. She breathed: "Can you feel anything?"
"Oh yes," I said. Her oyster was tight around my thick dick, with the meat of her thighs pressing firmly inward from both sides. "I can feel it, baby. It feels great."
"Oh thank you." She came in a cascade of jerking motions—the first time of several that night. Later, I rolled her over and stuck my dick into her oyster from behind, same thing, with my knees pressing inward against her thighs. We also invented a position in which she sat on top of me with my dick inside of her.
She faced toward my feet, and wrapped her arms around her knees to keep them together, which made her lower legs point away. As she leaned back a bit, I wrapped my arms around her thighs so that her pussy was squeezed together around my cock. She was light, and I was able to rock her back and forth until we both came again. She got up, walked to a dresser, and returned with an object she kept hidden in the back of her underwear drawer among pink and blue, green and yellow silk undoes. "What is that?" I said.
"You don't have to try it if you don't want to," she said in that gentle way she had. I laughed, and she laughed too. I was careful not to embarrass her, because she was very sensitive in this matter. "It's a strap-on that I bought years ago for my husband, thinking it might save our marriage." I rose and embraced her. "Sweetheart, what was wrong with your marriage wasn't the looseness of your oyster. It was the looseness of his brain cells." We both laughed. She walked into the bathroom with this huge, imposing thing.
I followed, palming the cheeks of her butt. She padded nakedly to the sink and ran warm water. This thing she held was all black, and had straps to go around a man or woman's waist. It was an ingenious solution to a perplexing problem. She said matter of fatly with dry humor: "It's not a dildo for laziest or anything. I found this in a catalog and ordered it by mail. It is specifically designed to solve the problem of loose, wet oysters." She showed me the tunnel that would contain my dong, and the little spigot on one side to fill the tube with hot water. "Makes it feel like you have a tight oysterie around you, while you are ramming me and I actually get to feel like I'm tight."
"Does it work for you?" I asked while she knelt and strapped it on.
"I have no idea," she said. "He refused to try it." She lubricated my head thoroughly with spit. She dribbled spit into the tunnel for good measure, a lot of it, until it was gooey. I thought it was going to feel nasty putting it in there, but it was warm and moist, a pleasant feeling. Not as pleasant as her oyster itself, but my dong was so vibrant from all the sex we had already had that this was just a sort of dessert. "Take me," she ordered, as she climbed onto the bed and waited for me on her hands and knees. The rubber was surprisingly light as I walked toward her holding it in both hands. My dick felt cozy inside. "Do you need some cream or something?" I asked.
"No, can you feel how wet I am? Turn me on. Spit in me."
I knelt at the foot of the bed, savoring her rear with my eyes. I ran my palms over the curves of her butt cheeks. I rubbed her clit with my fingertip. I used both fingertips to part her oyster lips slightly, and I spit into the pinkness. Her fingers slid down, this time not to close her oyster to me, but to rub her clitoris while I spat into her. "Am I dribbling yet?" she asked.
"Any moment now," I said, and just then a fine thread of silvery spit dribbled out of her hole and over her clit and down onto the bed. She had a fine little light brown bush, and it got full of spit. She slid two fingers into herself, then pulled the fingers out and put them in her mouth to taste both my spit and her oyster juice.
"Baby," I whispered. My cock was hard as a rock inside the firm oysterie tube. She said: "Ram me. Go on. Ram me. Stuff it in me and slam me."
I rose and moved toward her. She helped guide the thing into her hole, and then cried and sobbed loudly as I grasped the fine china points of her hips like jar handles and slammed her repeatedly against my groin. "Does it hurt?" I asked at one point, and she just managed to swallow hard, saying "No, feels good, ram me, ram me!" The popping noise of her soft buttocks slamming against my hard, flat stomach and groin filled the air. It was a wet, soft, flopping sound that kept on with machine-like determination. Her knuckles grew white as she gripped the tangled sheets around her.
"Turn," I said. She swung one leg almost over my head and pushed herself down toward the edge of the bed. Still standing, I @ed her while holding her waist. Then I crawled up on the bed, pushing her ahead of me, so that she swung her lower legs onto my shoulders. She pulled me up over her so that she could tongue my nipples while I kept flopping her. She had one huge, final climax as the dark shaft shot back and forth inside her. We took off the engine and I came inside her one more time for good measure. Then we lay exhaustedly side by side.
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