"The oyster was cold against my tender heat; I tensed but kept pushing. Between its slippery coating and my own wet readiness, it went in easily. My cunt tried to grip the slick, yielding pressure, and the teasing subtlety of the stimulation began to drive me crazy.
'It's your turn,' I said, gasping, 'to eat!'"
Seafood Cocktail -- Connie Wilkins (Wet: More Aqua Erotica)