Her Juicy Cherry

by S. E. Law

  I nod with understanding.

  “I get it. So while you were in San Francisco, you had MMF threesomes. But what about now? Are you guys in a relationship with anyone?”

  Hank pins me with a serious look.

  “Do you think we are?”

  Huck also chimes in.

  “Would we ask you to be our lab tech if we had another willing woman available to us?”

  I look at them, and then shake my head slowly.

  “No, I suppose not.”

  The men look pleased.

  “Yeah, of course not, Courtney. That’s where you come in. With your lush, curvy body and willing ways, the sky’s the limit. Anything’s possible.”

  I grow hot because does he mean that I’m sliding into the position of girlfriend? At first, I’m not sure how I feel about it, but then my heart expands painfully. Who am I kidding? I would love to be Hank and Huck’s girlfriend. They’re wealthy, intelligent men who make me feel amazing, and who treat me like a lady despite the dirty work we do together. I’d be lucky to be with them.

  “But who have you been with since you moved out to Lodi?” I ask. “You moved out here a while ago. Surely, you’ve enjoyed women in the meantime?”

  The men share a look.

  “Well, we haven’t had a long-term girlfriend in a while,” Hank begins slowly. “But as you know, we’re truly bisexual, which means we need both sexes to feel fulfilled. Sometimes, what we do is go into the city to find a one-night stand. Usually, she’s a sexy woman who’s open-minded, lush and curvy like you. We’ve had a string of those for years now. Does that freak you out?”

  I blink a few times.

  “One night stands with women? Do you mean hookers?”

  The men shake their head.

  “No,” says Huck in a gentle voice. “They’re not hookers, and they don’t get paid. We just show up at bars in the city, and a lot of women gravitate to us. It’s probably because of that motherfucker’s good looks,” he says, rolling his eyes at Hank. “But it’s not difficult to meet someone, and even after you explain the deal, a lot of women are okay with it. So yeah, we’ve had a string of “temporaries,” as we like to call them.”

  Wow. This is so much to process, and I nod before giving each of them a kiss and scampering off. But now, I’m alone high up in the cherry tree, plucking fruit, and I can’t wait to see Hank and Huck again. Of course, I need to figure out where this is going because what happens after cherry season is over? Will I lose my position as a lab assistant too? I need to figure these things out, and the clock’s ticking.

  “Courtney, are you coming down?” asks Abigail from below in a plaintive voice. Oh right. My friend is waiting so that we can take a break together. I wipe my brow, sling my pouch over my shoulder more securely, and call down to her.

  “Coming,” is my reply. “Give me just a sec.”

  Slowly, I clamber down the ladder, trying not to get twigs in my hair. When I finally reach the ground, I smile at Abigail.

  “Sorry,” I say by way of apology. “I just saw some really ripe cherries and wanted to finish picking the bunch before coming down.”

  “Oh sure,” agrees Abigail with a smile. “I totally know what you mean. Here, have some water,” she says, handing me an ice cold bottle.

  I take a grateful gulp and then hand it back to her as we sit on the ground, our backs against the tree. It feels nice to sit after standing so long, and we both relax. The sunlight is still thin as it’s only mid-morning, but soon it’ll grow into a powerful halo that scorches the Earth as we do our work. Thankfully, I’ll be back in the lab by then, hopefully servicing Hank and Huck.

  “Is everything okay with you?” asks Abigail while swigging from the bottle again. “You’ve been gone a lot.”

  These past couple of days, I’ve missed dinner in the mess hall because of my gorgeous bosses’ demands. They have me screaming and mewling in all sorts of dirty positions, with all sorts of filthy toys buried in my cavities. It sounds disgusting, but I love it. I wake up sore in the morning in all the right places, and sometimes even limp a bit on the walk to breakfast.

  “I’m okay,” I say with a smile. “There’s just a lot of paperwork at the farm. With Cherrywood a bustle of activity, there’s a lot to keep up with.”

  Abigail nods with understanding.

  “That makes sense. You know, if you’re overworked at the office, maybe I could help? I could come in during the afternoons, and take a stab at some of that filing you’ve been talking about.”

  I try to keep from laughing because obviously, Abigail has no idea about what I really do. I’m not filing. I’m stretched out between two men as they pummel me, and then pummel each other. Or I’m stretched out as they pound me with one of their amazing devices, before turning the contraption on themselves, and enjoying it as a trio.

  Even better, Hank and Huck sometimes let me helm the controls too. The other day, I watched with satisfaction at the keyboard as Huck bent over. As I tapped my fingers, a robotic arm inserted a cucumber between his cheeks, easing it in deep as he gripped the lab table with white knuckles. Huck moaned with pleasure with his head thrown back, his expression strained. Meanwhile, Hank knelt before him, sucking him off even as the cucumber tunneled its way in. Sometimes, you don’t need anything fancy or remote-controlled; a vegetable will do.

  “I’ll ask if they want to hire anyone else,” I say as a promise. “Who knows? Maybe they’ll say yes.”

  But I know Hank and Huck won’t. After all, Abigail is thin and freckly, with red hair that sticks out. I know enough of my bosses now to realize that they appreciate curvy, feminine figures which roll and bounce when taken. They like real women, and a barely-there stick figure like Abigail would never appeal to their senses.

  Not that they’re looking, either. After all, we’ve spent a few weeks now locked in one another’s embrace, but it’s not just the physical connection that keeps us going. There’s an emotional connection too, and it makes my heart soar. But what will we do once cherry-picking season is over? Will my gorgeous bosses keep me on, or will I be banished from the farm for good?

  11

  Hank

  The food steams, and I swallow a bite of stew with pleasure.

  “Sweetheart, this is amazing,” I growl. “You’ve outdone yourself.”

  Courtney giggles a bit while stirring a pot on the stove.

  “You haven’t tasted my lentils yet,” she says. “These are spiced with cumin, and it sounds weird, but it’s really good, I promise.”

  Huck nods his appreciation as she comes over with an apron covering her assets. Otherwise, Courtney’s completely nude underneath, save for a pair of red stilettos.

  “Are you ready for the lentils?” she asks in a sweet voice while setting the pot down on the table.

  Huck and I can’t take our eyes off her lush figure. The apron is a red and white check with frills around the edges. Her huge tits press against the material, the sides spilling out, as her sassy hips sway with temptation. Fuck. How did we get so lucky? A girl who cooks for us, and also services us in every way possible? We’ve hit the jackpot.

  As if reading my mind, Courtney takes a seat at the table.

  “And I have a special dessert for you too. I promise, it’s sweet but really healthy for you. I can’t believe the diets you guys were eating before I got here!” she mock scolds.

  After all, the curvy girl has completely upended our food intake. Before she came to Cherrywood, we were fending for ourselves. We could have hired a private chef, but there are very few who want to come out to Lodi. We only hired full-time kitchen staff when our headcount began to grow.

  As a result, Huck and I were eating healthy, but very basic. Skinless chicken breasts, chicken thighs, boiled beans, and rice made up our diet. They’re easy to cook, and nutritious too.

  But when Courtney looked in our private fridge, she was shocked.

  “This is all you have?” she asked, squinting a bit at the bare
shelves. “No snacks?”

  “Yeah honey,” I said, peering over her shoulder. There was some leftover chicken breast, as well as a head of cabbage for the next day’s meal. “We like to eat healthy. With the way Huck and I work out, there’s no sense in being unhealthy because what’s the point? We’d be undoing all our efforts in the gym.”

  Courtney turned to us with sparkling eyes.

  “You guys look amazing, and I appreciate those washboard abs,” she said. “But you’ve completely lost sight of eating for enjoyment. Eating is one of the best things about being human because you can get nutrition while also savoring a variety of flavors and textures. Have you ever heard of umami?” she asked.

  “Oooh-what?” echoed Huck.

  “Umami,” she said with a smile. “It’s a Japanese term that a lot of people refer to as the fifth taste, in addition to sweetness, sourness, bitterness, and saltiness. It’s been described as savory and is characteristic of broths and cooked meats.”

  “That sounds amazing,” I said, my mouth already watering. “I love cooked meats.”

  Courtney shot me a cheeky grin.

  “I know you do, but you’re definitely not getting the taste of umami with the way you’re eating. You guys are basically consuming food to survive. You’re getting calories and nutrition, but there’s no enjoyment. You’re missing out on the best part of eating! Trust me, I’m a curvy girl, so I know.”

  My friend and I stared at her lush, ripe figure with the wide hips.

  “You’re right, honey. Can you help us? What do we need to do?”

  Courtney grinned.

  “I can indeed. I’m going to cook a few meals for you so that you’re not just consuming chicken and vegetables. That’s boring. There’s a world to explore, and I’m going to blow open your senses.”

  Since that day, Courtney’s been coming to our private quarters to prepare dinner for us. It’s amazing. She’s an incredible cook, and she’s right: Huck and I had no idea what we were missing. We might as well have been consuming meal replacement shakes like Soylent.

  “Meal replacement shakes!” she said in mock horror. “Who actually drinks those? Ugh. They taste like nothing and are the color of dust.”

  I smiled wryly.

  “A lot of engineers in Silicon Valley like them, to be honest. They’re like us: goal-oriented and process-driven. It means that they want to save time when it comes to eating, and if they can drink a bottle of Soylent instead of eating a square meal, then they’ll do it. They used to have that stuff shipped to our company in cases each week.”

  Courtney cringed again.

  “But it tastes like chalk!”

  I laughed.

  “It does, but engineers don’t care. Again, they’re aiming for efficiency, not enjoyment. It’s a philosophy that’s guided their entire lives.”

  Our girl merely shuddered again.

  “How awful,” she said. “I definitely have a lot of work to do.”

  I laughed, but Courtney’s set upon changing our lives with a vengeance, and it’s worked. She’s overhauled our meal plan, and introduced all sorts of home-cooked savory stews and roast meats into our diet. I never thought I liked lamb with carrots, but our girl prepares it in a way so that the meat falls off the bone, mixing with the flavorful taste of root vegetable.

  But it’s not just eating. Courtney’s changed our lives in a number of ways. She has such appreciation for the outdoors, always telling us how much she enjoys the sunshine; how much she enjoys the breeze on her face as she picks cherries; and how much she enjoys the feel of the Earth in her hands, and the sight of dew decorating the leaves in the early morning.

  “Sweetheart, I almost get the feeling that you’d prefer to be picking cherries full-time,” Huck said wryly after she’d rhapsodized about another morning at Cherrywood. “Are you sure this office job isn’t boring you?”

  Of course it wasn’t boring her, given that we hardly even spend any time in the office. Courtney giggled, looking at my friend slyly.

  “Oh I wouldn’t give up my time with you for anything,” she cooed. “Being with you and Hank is too much fun.”

  I fully agree, which is part of the reason why Courtney’s cooking for us wearing nothing but a frilly apron, giving us peeks of her lush assets. She sits down in her chair, but then changes her mind, and gets up and plops herself in my lap instead. I can feel her sweetness rubbing against my hard shaft, and I moan.

  “Oh shit, baby. How do you expect me to eat your lentils if you’re sitting here?”

  Courtney smiles.

  “Easy, Hank,” she coos again. “Here, you go. Open wide.”

  With a spoon, she takes a heap of lentils before pulling down one side of her apron so that a big breast is bared. Then she dips her nip into the lentils so that it comes out glistening and offers it to me.

  Of course, immediately I’m lapping at her like a crazed man. I need this girl so badly, and already, I’m rock hard with desire.

  But Huck’s not going to be left out. He comes around the table, and spoons out a dollop of lentils as well before crouching before Courtney. Then he slides her legs apart, lifting the frilly checked apron, and gently places a heaping spoonful of stew on her nub before going in to lap at her hole.

  “Mmmm, you’re right, sweetheart. Lentils with cumin hits the spot.”

  Soon, the curvy girl is twisting and turning in my lap, letting out breathy sighs as we enjoy her softness. But then, Huck straightened and looked up at Courtney, his eyes serious.

  “Honey, we’d love to take your cherry. Will you give it to us?”

  Courtney lifted her head from my shoulder, her brown eyes dazed.

  “I’m sorry?”

  His blue eyes flash.

  “Sweetheart, your cherry. Will you give it to us? Our specialty is plucking ripe cherries after all.”

  This time, Courtney hears his words and her face flushes. But she shakes her head with confusion.

  “But I lost my cherry a long time ago,” she whispers. “When I was fifteen, and both of you have already enjoyed me many times since then.”

  I nod, running a large hand along her waist, savoring the undulation of her hips.

  “We know, baby,” I growl in her ear. “But we’re talking about your other cherry. The one in back.”

  Courtney starts a bit, her back lifting from my chest.

  “Um, I’m sorry?” she asks weakly.

  Huck leans forward and pushes her knees up before pressing a kiss to her pleats.

  “Right here,” he murmurs. “Wouldn’t you like it back here? We’ve played with your pink pucker before, but we’ve never put it in you, the way you need.”

  Courtney moans musically, her eyes still wide.

  “Oh my goodness. Are you serious?”

  Huck merely licks her again, this time pushing his tongue into her dark hole. She gasps and leans back, parting her knees to give him better access.

  “Oh yeah, we’re serious,” I say. “But can you do it sweetheart? Because we have a very special request.”

  Courtney’s eyes are beginning to roll up in her head as Huck tongues her pink wrinkle, but she manages to come to for a moment, and pants.

  “What do you want to do?”

  I grin as my friend continues licking her rim.

  “We want to take you simultaneously back there. Both of us in you at once. Can you, honey?”

  With that, Courtney jerks up straight, shaking her head as her brown curls fly.

  “No, definitely not!” she pants in shock. “Both of you? But it’s too small!”

  “Yes, you can,” Huck says with a sly smile before giving her another swipe of his tongue. “We can do it right now, in fact.”

  Nodding, I circle my hands around Courtney’s waist, lifting her a bit. Her pulsing back hole beckons, and fortunately, she’s already lubed from Huck’s ministrations. Slowly, I shift her forwards a bit so that her brown star is lined up with my shaft, and with a delighted sigh, she s
lides down my length, impaled on my hardness.

  “Mmm, you feel good,” she moans.

  “I know,” I rasp in her ear, my balls already tingling. “You’re so tight, but you took me so good back here. Let’s get you going up and down a bit to get stretched out.”

  Slowly, I lift her up, and then let her drop down once more before repeating the action a few times. Courtney squirms and mewls, enjoying the feeling of hard penetration.

  But once she’s sufficiently relaxed, I sit her fully down in my lap and hook a big hand beneath each of her knees, pulling them up so that she’s got one toe pointed at each corner of the kitchen. Her back leans against me, and both holes are bared to Huck’s avid eyes.

  “Sweetness, your slit is dripping so much that the honey’s leaking into your back hole,” he groans, unable to tear his gaze away.

  “I know and it’s because I just love it so much!” breathes Courtney. “Hurry Huck. Put it in, please.”

  Both of us jerk at the dirty words, but Huck is quick to please. He kneels between her spread legs, aiming his tip at the dark hole where my hardness is already buried.

  “You ready?” he rasps.

  Courtney just moans again while cupping a big breast in each hand.

  “Yes, please.”

  With a low chuckle, he pushes his head against mine, slowly burrowing into her tightness. Our girl jerks and her eyes go wide, but she stays in place.

  “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.”