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Subject: {ASSM} RP: Psycho Clam - All Parts {Eli-the-Bearded}(humor clam/M/F)
Date: Fri, 3 Nov 2000 03:10:03 -0500
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Subject: Psycho Clam: Jennifer on the Beach
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Subject: Psycho Clam: Lady Whiteshell
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Subject: Psycho Clam: Jonathan of the Polar Bear Club
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Subject: Psycho Clam: Just in Justin
* * * * * *
The Adventures of Psycho Clam the Pansexual Bivalve
Part 1: Jennifer on the Beach
by Eli the Bearded
Yeah, so I was wandering along the shore one day, soaking up the
warm sun in the shallow water when I realized I was at a well
populated beach. It has been a while since I've had some fun so I
pushed myself ashore with my trusty pseudopod and there she was.
Big, beautiful, and quite naked. She was lying there on a towel,
real still. I figure it's the perfect chance. I pushed myself
over. As I got closer I began to suspect that this one was not
fat, but pregnant instead. I love the pregnant ones, the flavor is
much mellower.
Her legs were a little tight together for me to squeeze in, so I
hoped that she was snoozing. A few good pushes, thanks to sun
lotion's slipperiness, and I was right there at her pussy.
I eased my 'pod in and gave her a good stroke. Then I pushed about
the clit some. She was starting to juice up, so I took a swipe
and tasted.
Jackpot. She was a preggie.
I got down to work. I positioned my shell so that I could pinch a
bit a flesh around the clit while still diving my 'pod in the
cunt. I found I could get a good rhythm going opening up the
shell, pushing in as deep as I my pod can stretch, pulling a good
lick of fluid back in my shell and then crunching down on the
button.
I was having a good old time and I bet she was too. Humans have
this weird superstition about pregnant women. They like to avoid
sex with them. I bet I was giving that woman her best time in
months.
Her legs began to tense and squeeze my shell shut, I had to fight
to keep it open. That plus the quivering I could feel around me
let me know that she was near or at her peak. I speeded my pace.
After the orgasm comes a nice slow resolution which provide good
lickings without the pressure from the tensed legs.
Just then she must have awoken, because I heard a gasp. Then she
pulled me out of her twat and heaved me back into the water. Good
thing she got me pretty far out as the water broke the momentum
and saved me from some serious harm. What an ungrateful wench she
was.
Elijah
------
rhythm: rith'um, proof that the vowels are A, E, I, O, U, and sometimes M and Y
* * * * * *
The Adventures of Psycho Clam the Pansexual Bivalve
Part 2: Lady Whiteshell
by Eli the Bearded
One of my best aquatic encounters was with a drop-dead-beautiful
abalone who went by the name Lady Whiteshell. I don't know what
happened to her, I haven't seen her in ages. Maybe she got
harvested, these things happen, would be a shame though.
The time I was with her was right after that huge storm when tides
were very high and nobody saw sunshine for days. Light was making
its way to us once more and one of the first things I saw was her.
She was an eyeful and all the better to savor the sight of after
that long darkness.
I turned on the charm immediately. I am a good looking razorknife,
if I say so myself, so the charm was just icing on the cake for
her I am sure. A few strokes of the 'pod across her shell top and
one run round the rim and she had popped open a crack for me.
I gave another once round to calm her down a little more and she
loosened up. She dabbed her pseudopod out and I politely rubbed
it and tasted the rubbings. She wasn't cod roe, but she was a
fair sight better than any other mollusk I've had. She tasted me
and seemed pleased.
Formalities aside, we got down to business. We started with a
mutual muscle rub: each of us deep in the other's shell massaging
the back valve muscle. Delightful! Gradually our strokes were
going all over each other in a smooth simple motion. We put our
taste organs together and shared flavors.
She released an egg with pride in a moment of ecstasy and sprayed
the sphere with salty cum. We snuggled shell to shell for a
moment, then I helped her stow the egg safely on the sea floor and
we went in for a second round.
We were pretty much used to each other's shell by know the sex was
faster and more frenzied: full 'pod massaging right at the start
and a speedy jump to the tasting. We did linger on that a moment
but then she released again. I gave the second one a good coat and
we went to it again.
We must have been there for hours rubbing, releasing, and
fertilizing. Afterwards we shared a bite to eat slept together on
the seabed. She went off foraging in the morning and while I did
see her a few times afterwards we never got down to it again.
What a babe.
Elijah
------
what do *you* do when there is two foot of snow on the ground?
* * * * * *
The Adventures of Psycho Clam the Pansexual Bivalve
Part 3: Jonathan of the Polar Bear Club
by Eli the Bearded
It was a really cold day. Some of the tidal estuaries I have been
known to visit were iced over. They don't do that often. So
naturally, given the cold, I was very shocked to notice swimmers
in the water around me.
One in particular stood out. He was just wearing a loose pair of
boxers and from my worm's eye view I could see his small shrivelled
cock. I like them small as they are easier for me to deal with. He
looked kinda old though, so I wasn't sure if he would be able to
get it up. I hadn't had a man in months, so I figured, what the
fuck, give it a whirl.
Took three tries, but eventually I managed to jump up and clamp on
to his boxers. Either he didn't feel me or he didn't care. I
hoped for the latter, as the former can be unpleasant when they
clue in. I eased my way over to his cold-shrunk dick and
tight-as-a-clenched-fist balls.
I began rubbing my 'pod all over the thing like it was a tongue.
He was slow at first but then began to grow. In cold water like
that a full erection is almost impossible, so I knew I was going
to have to settle for soft-serve semen if I could work anything
out at all.
When he got up as much he was gonna get in that ice water, he was
about three-quarters the length of my razorknife shell, which is
the perfect size. I could push the cock into one half of my shell
right into some soft organs, and get my taster near the his blow
hole. I kept going with my pseudopod stroking his shaft and
rubbing the head.
I tasted a bit of his sweet precum oozing and then I knew I was in
good shape to get a full load. I kept my 'pod pace steady but
upped the pressure, making sure to get the frenum hard. A young
guy would have shot by now, but old folks take their time. And any
guy swimming in that weather had to have only a few nerves left
anyway.
Eventually patience and persistence prevailed and I got my
protein-sweet shell-full of the old boy's best brew. To make sure
I got every drop of the jelly-fish-textured sauce I ran the tip of
my 'pod up the underside of his dick from base to tip twice. By
the second time he had shrunk a lot and there really wasn't that
much more coming out, so I released my grip, slipped free and fell
back to the bottom. Oh sweet, release!
* * * * * *
[Sorry to disappoint everyone but this will almost certainly be
the last of the series; the snuff story Psycho Clam vs Famished
Starfish doesn't interest me enough to pursue.]
The Adventures of Psycho Clam the Pansexual Bivalve
Part 4: Just in Justin
by Eli the Bearded
O, it was a warm summer day that I found myself sat upon by a
human. I had been snoozing close to shore to catch the warm sun on
back when it happened. At first when I saw the g-string it wore, I
thought it was a woman, but then I noticed the bulge in front and
realized my mistake. I figured any guy wearing a g-string had to
be gay and I figured, if he's gay, he likes it up the ass. So
that's how I came to decide upon my course of action.
Rimjob time.
I whipped out my pseudopod and hastily burrowed a trench right
under the crack splitting those hairless cheeks. I then splayed
out my shell beneath the hershey hole. I remember thinking how
great it would be to be an octopus right then: I could shove my
beak into the ass and have a good grip on the up-front action.
Those were heat of the moment thoughts, as I don't really care for
prudishness of most octopi.
I lay with nothing but a speck of water and a mere gesture of
swimsuit separating my 'pod from his sphincter. I ever so slowly
reached up to push around the string. I did not want to startle
the guy. I felt the natural resistance at first to my wrong-way
entry to his one-way hole. The resistance was weak, though, like a
well-trained gag-reflex. Quickly the muscles relaxed and I was at
it.
I stuck it deep but thin and pulled out choice bits of rich fatty
shit. I felt a tension in the suit which had to mean that my man
there was getting an erection. I let caution fly to the wind and
probed him thick. I wiped up the chocolate around his rim in a way
that only a 'pod can do.
I bent my shell so far open it hurt just to get as much of my 'pod
in there as I could. I was bent past 180 degrees standing on
shell's edge to get me in there. Then he moved I clamped shut on
his buttocks to keep from being torn in half. I held tight both
inside and outside as I felt myself lifted out of the water when
he stood.
He gripped me hard to pull me off but I was too tight. He let go
to try to get a better grip and seizing my chance I pulled out and
then sprang away from him back into the water. I got away safe and
well fed.
Elijah
------
the whole idea germinated from seeing "Psycho Clam" as a handle
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