A taste for oyster

A taste for oyster

I'm now a 19 year old woman who has been happily married for eight months to my 37 year old husband Ken. I'm 5'4" tall, 124 pounds, 36-26-36, blue-eyed with dark blonde hair. Because of my strict upbringing I was very shy and I was a virgin until I met Ken. Since our wedding, I've learned a lot.

I naturally fell in love with sex from my very first orgasm, which Ken gave me with his fingers. Honestly, I had never in my life experienced an orgasm, so of course I thought it was the greatest thing in the world. But Ken showed me other thrills that were just as wonderful. When he said he wanted to eat me, naturally I had no idea what he meant, but I soon discovered that his lips and tongue did heavenly things to my pussy and I wanted more.

When he fucked me, the sheer pleasure of his dick going into my body was more powerful by far than the brief, insignificant twinge I felt when he broke my cherry. I could not understand why my parents had never told me about the joy and pleasures of sex.

I learned so much in the first week with Ken. I was fascinated with his dick. I asked him to tell me all the names for it he knew; prick, cock, rod, tool, pecker, pizzle, hose, and others. His balls interested me, too. He said they were also called nuts and cum boilers.

I asked him if I could put it in my mouth and eat him like he ate me. He said yes, but not to bite. His dick tasted real good, salty and manly. It was hot and slid on my tongue real fine. Ken had told me about pre-cum so I was ready to taste it. It was real sweet and I sucked hard to get more of it.

Now Ken had warned me about cumming. He said if I didn't want his dick squirting his juice into my mouth to stop sucking and he'd jerk off, and at first that's what I planned to do, but the more I sucked his leaking dick, the more I wanted to taste his stuff. After all, he did make me cum and I wanted to make him feel good.

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I saw Ken's face turn redder and redder and his breathing got faster and more strained. "I'm gonna shoot, honey!" he warned me but I just moaned and sucked harder. His dick got hotter and swelled even bigger and I felt vibrations in it just before it squirted a thick wad right out of the tip that slammed against the back of my throat and I swallowed it right down with no trouble.

But I wanted to taste the stuff so I pulled my head back a bit and the next squirt hit the roof of my mouth. I let it roll down the inside of my cheek as another spurt followed, then another. The stuff was thick, like molasses or honey and under the sharp initial taste was a fresh sweetness I really liked. I didn't want to waste a drop so as my mouth filled with his cum, I swallowed just enough to keep any from leaking out of my mouth.

When his dick quit spurting and just oozed goo onto my tongue, I rolled that stuff around in my mouth, just like it was a mouthwash. I knew it was the best stuff I'd ever had to drink and I'd never be able to have enough.

Ken's cock slipped from between my lips. I looked into his eyes and opened my mouth so Ken could see that his syrupy sauce inside. I gargled for a second then I opened my throat and let it slide down like an oyster, then I licked my lips. God, it was good!