Page 22 of Her Honey Pot (Sweet Treats 3)

“What should I do first?” I ask cheekily, lying on my bed on my side. “How about this?” I ask, taking one of the huge rubber shafts and gently pressing it against my sweetest spot.

“No, sweetheart,” Tex says in a low rumble. “I appreciate your eagerness but for the first time, let’s do everything in sync. Take the purple bullet,” he commands. “And put it in yourself.”

My eyes fly over to the two-inch egg. It’s attached to a long wire, and I giggle while lifting my leg once more. Slowly, I push the toy into my tiny tunnel, moaning with ecstasy as it edges inside. It stretches my folds, but not uncomfortably so.

My eyes open once it’s in all the way, and I smile at the men coyly.

“Now you,” is my command.

Obligingly, Tex and Rex take matching purple bullets on-screen and lie down as well. The two men insert the eggs into their anuses, moaning with pleasure, and I gasp softly as I watch those tiny male holes stretch to accommodate the eggs.

Finally, they’re in, and Tex lifts his head to stare at me from the screen. His jaw clenches, and I know he’s insanely aroused.

“Are you ready, sweetheart?”

“I’m ready,” is my breathless reply.

His fingers dance across the screen of his cell phone, and immediately, the egg begins dancing in my pussy. The tremors are delightful and I mewl with pleasure.

“Ohhh, mmm,” is my delighted cry. “I love it.”

The two eggs buried in Tex and Rex are also shivering, and they moan low in their throats as well.

“Shit,” curses Rex. “Oh fuck.”

But this is only the beginning.

“Dial it up a notch,” I beg. “I can take more.”

Tex’s fingers dance across his cell screen once more, and the tremors in my creaminess grow more pronounced. Zigzags of lightning are beginning to pulse through my pussy, and I cry out again, my breasts shaking and nips tight.

“More!” is my delighted cry. “Unnnh!”

Tex reaches for his phone again, and this time, the egg jolts inside me before beginning a crazy rotation. The penetration is so delicious, and I can tell that my male lovers are feeling it too because our toys are synced up. They moan and cry out, their puckers gripping and relaxing spasmodically.

“Fuck!” they yell. “Oh shit!”

It happens then. All three of us summit the cliff together, and ecstasy bursts through my frame. My pussy seizes hard on the egg, clamping and clenching around the shivering toy as Tex and Rex jerk hard. Jets of semen explode from their shafts in wild white spurts. Some of it even gets on the cell phone camera, and the splotch of goo drips wetly down one corner of my screen.

But that’s when my screaming becomes real because suddenly, there’s an outraged roar. Brent is standing in the door of my room, looking on with horror as his daughter is pounded by a toy with her legs spread wide. Even worse, his two co-workers are on-screen, ejaculating simultaneously while shouting all sorts of filthy things.

“What the FUCK?” Brent screams, his face mottling with horror and rage. “What the hell is this?”

“Daddy, I can explain!” I shriek, sitting bolt upright while scrabbling for my computer. I want to turn off the monitor before Brent can see what’s going on, but it’s too late. The tell-tale drip of semen on the other side speaks volumes, even as Tex and Rex finish their massive climaxes.

“Fuck,” grunts Tex, looking Brent in the eye.

“We’re fucked,” agrees Rex, and that’s when my world collapses. My dad knows everything now: how I’m in a dirty threesome with two of his friends, and not only that, but also just how much I love it.

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Rex

Oh shit, we’re so fucked. Brent just burst into the room and witnessed Marni’s insane climax at the hands of our new cyberdildonics toy. Even worse, Tex and I are on-screen too, butt-naked while getting drilled in the behind by our matching toys. It can’t get worse than this.

“You fuckers!” Brent screams from the other side. “You asshole fuckers!”

“Now calm down,” Tex says, grabbing a towel to wrap around his waist. “This isn’t what it looks like.”

“You know she’s not in Dads and Daughters,” Brent rages from the other side. A vein pulses in his forehead, and his face is the color of an eggplant. I’m beginning to think that he might have a stroke, and that Marni’s going to have to call 9-1-1.

“We know she’s not in Dads and Daughters,” soothes Tex, “but that’s the problem. Your daughter wants to be in Dads and Daughters, and we want her to be in it too. There must be a way to work this out.”

“Work this out? Are you fucking kidding me?” Brent screams. “I guess what I want doesn’t matter, does it, you filthy buttfuckers!” our friend screams into the screen. “What the fuck is wrong with you? I’m reporting you to the club.”

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