Page 23 of Her Juicy Cherry (Sweet Treats 2)

“Oh my god!” she whispers. “Oh my god!”

“It’s okay,” I rasp into her ear. “You’re doing great. Just relax.”

Slowly, Huck slides himself in, inch by inch, until our two poles are embedded in Courtney’s back hole. It’s a dirty sight. She’s in my lap with her legs spread as wide as they can go, with two huge men owning her backside.

“Oh my goodness!” she cries again. “I can’t believe this is happening.”

Huck merely groans.

“Thank you baby,” he rasps. “You’ve done so well, and your cherry tastes so sweet. Thank you for giving it to us.”

With that, my friend and I begin a syncopated rhythm within Courtney’s bottom. I pull out as he pushes in, keeping our girl’s sweet brown pucker continuously stuffed full. The rhythm builds and builds as my balls tighten. Soon, I’m going to shoot and I can tell Huck’s also on the brink. His chest muscles are tense, and he’s staring at where our bodies connect with fire in those blue eyes, his jaw tight.

But then Courtney stops us.

“I love it like this,” she says in a sly, mewling voice. “But Huck, why don’t you rotate between mine and Hank’s holes? Take me first, and then switch to him.”

My eyes practically bug out of my head, but this is what I love most about Courtney. Her mind’s always in the gutter, and always coming up with creative ideas. Of course, her suggestion makes perfect sense.

Slowly, we both pull out of her, and then I raise my feet so that they’re braced on the edge of the chair seat. The position rotates my hips forward and up so that my back hole comes into view, steaming and small. Courtney’s still in my lap facing Huck, and I imagine the sight he sees. Both of us, offering our dark stars for his pleasure like a stacked sandwich.

“Oh fuck,” he groans, unable to believe his luck. “Oh fu—”

His words are cut off as he slowly slides into Courtney’s peeping brownie.

“Unh!” she cries, startled once again at the depth.

But then Huck slides out and points his shaft at my waiting pucker. Gently, he presses it against my pleats, and eases himself into me, doing a few gliding strokes in my back end.

“Ummph,” I grunt. “Fuck!”

It feels amazing, and soon Huck’s built up a rhythm. He does a few strokes in me before doing a few strokes in Courtney, alternating between our bottoms. It’s filthy and disgusting, and yet all three of us are insanely titillated, and begin to crest.

“Ahhh!” screams Courtney, her tight circle clamping on Huck as she releases. Hot jets of fluid spurt from her wet folds, drenching my friend’s chest.

“Fuck!” roars Huck, pulling out and pummeling me next. He makes it in just as his shaft explodes, male seed painting my back chamber in great bursts. Fortunately, I catch it just in time and let out my own roar of approval, my sphincter jerking him tight as he releases.

“SHIT!” is my shout. “Oh god YES!”

My back ring goes berserk, clamping and clenching on the hardness within as Courtney and Hank enjoy themselves. Our moans are like a symphony, rising into the air in a heavenly chorus. But just as we begin to calm down, the door bursts open, and a scream rings out.

“You filthy liars!” shrieks Rhea, the middle-aged woman’s hair wild with outrage. “You said you were doing work, but you’re not. You’re doing … THIS!” she screams. “God will have your souls! Get ready to go to hell, you she-devil and her minions!”

What? She-devil? Our Courtney? I don’t care if Rhea refers to me and Huck in the worst derogatory terms, but I won’t let her treat our woman like that. Rage fills my vision, and suddenly, Rhea’s time is up.

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The scream makes me jerk my head up. I can’t focus because my body’s still wracked with shudders, both sweet spots pulsing and clamping with glee.

But slowly my eyes focus and I sit up straight. Oh god! It’s Rhea, the worker who hates me for no reason. We’ve never gotten along, ever since the first day, and now, she’s caught me, Hank and Huck in a dirty clinch.

“She-devil!” she screeches again, her eyes berserk. One finger is pointed at me, and Rhea’s literally frothing at the mouth now. “Go back to hell! All three of you, go back to whence you came! Begone, you wicked creatures!”

I’m confused. Does she think we’re living in the Middle Ages, when ogres and fairies roamed the Earth? Or is Rhea Wiccan, believing in her power as a witch? Maybe she’s been watching too many episodes of Charmed.

But Hank and Huck won’t have it. Unceremoniously, Hank plucks me off his lap and plunks me on a neighboring chair. Ignoring the fact that he’s naked, he rushes over to Rhea and grabs her arm, dragging her into the kitchen. Huck slams the door behind her, ensuring that no one’s going to see this scene play out.

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