**Christmas with the Starship Rimshot Girls**
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**Crustaceans generally hold no appeal for humans as sexual partners.** It is more fun to eat a lobster, than to be eaten by a lobster. Polly did not consider this a form of racial prejudice, or soft-skin elitism. She simply found it difficult to get past the sea-smell, the spines, pointy claws and roughness of exoskeletons. To speak frankly, the mouth parts of a crayfish do not feel good on the vaginal folds of human females. **By contrast, Polly has no problem with cetaceans, and has had a porpoise snout up inside her on several occasions.**
To speak frankly, Polly would not have considered sucking the soft, slippery, fleshy foot of the Clam-Prince of Europa, without drinking a pint of good vodka. It was a fact, the Clam-Prince had the finest collection of distilled liquors this side of Mars. And he made Poly laugh. (One never expects a big crustacean to have a good sense of humor, or to tell good jokes.) **The Clam-Prince was full of one-liners, like: How did the lobster breakup with her boyfriend?** She pushed him into boiling water and sold his tail.
To speak frankly, relations between humans and crustaceans had been strained and one-sided for millions of years. On Earth, the more intelligent crustaceans knew they were victims of global genocide. Though 99.999% of their fellow mollusks were too stupid to notice or care. The Clam-Prince held no grudges. On his large moon early astronauts visited in their clunky hard-shell suits. More than a few of **those first humans were soft, warm and juicy inside their crunchy suits, and came to be considered a delicacy among wealthy clams, oysters, lobsters and squid.**
But ancient history did not matter at all, when the Prince nuzzled his slippery foot between Polly’s naked thighs. The clam gently eased her thighs wide open. **The human girl needed no lube. The slickness of the clam-foot slid inside her smoothly, without pause.** Deep inside. Polly giggled and stroked the ridges of the Prince’s thick, pearly white and purple shell. Polly discovered the tip of a clam-foot fills up a girl, with none of the thrusting necessary for human cocks, and reaches deeper, with no irritation at all. To speak frankly, the clam-foot felt better inside her than any human cock ever could! It was even better than the sea-cucumber arms of the Gas-Giant Floaters of Neptune.
With his foot full inside Polly, the romantic Clam-Prince whispered, “Now, my dear, lean close. Bend into my shell, lift your breasts over the edge for me to enjoy.” Without hesitation Polly did so, leaning over, with breasts dangling inside his lovely masculine, iridescent shell. And the Clam-Prince spurt a stream of salty milk over Polly’s face and over both breasts. This was a cumshot like none Polly had ever seen before. A**nd the clam-cum was tasty, almost buttery, with flavors of white wine and basil.**
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Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/rkw8xq/adventures_of_spaceslut_polly