Stripped Down by Tristan Taormino Page B

berries tickled. Or maybe it was the juice that tickled. Or was that my juice? I couldn’t really tell anymore.
    Marissa braced her hands on my thighs and breathed against my cunt. “Mmm, you smell like a briar patch.”
    It sounded like a compliment. I was from Miami, home of strip malls, highways, and parking garages, so I wasn’t sure.
    She stood and the bag rustled again. I tried to remember what I’d ordered. Raspberries, blackberries, strawberries. Blueberries? I couldn’t remember. I kept my eyes closed and felt Marissa between my legs again.
    â€œYou like berries.”
    â€œThey’re good for you,” I muttered, flinging my arm over my eyes to avoid the embarrassment. I could feel my cheeks flush hotly as she began sliding more fruit into my already juicy cunt.
    It didn’t take long before I was filled. I felt like a Christmas goose, stuffed and spread out on the table, a banquet. It should have been embarrassing, but funny things were happening down below. My cunt tingled. It felt full and bloated, but it also felt hot and aroused.
    Marissa knelt again between my legs. This time I felt the hot, slick wetness of her tongue slide across my cunt. I could
hear her slurping the juice, berry juice, cunt juice. I shivered and grabbed the edge of the table. Another lick and I was arching my back and pushing my cunt into her mouth.
    She pushed two fingers into me, berries and juice squeezing out of my cunt around her twisting fingers. I was a human juicer. I giggled as wet, squishy noises filled the air. She kept fucking me until my giggles turned to moans, her hand anchoring my thigh to keep me from bouncing off the table. I was a bountiful harvest of berries, being fucked on my kitchen table by the queen of produce. Who knew healthy living could be so much fun?
    I whimpered and moaned and thrashed as Marissa fucked me, fucked the fruit right out of me, as I rocked the wooden legs of the table until I was sure it would collapse beneath my weight. Marissa sucked my clit between her lips as she finger-fucked me and the combination of sensations drove me over the edge. I gripped her head between my thighs and screamed.
    In a rush of juice, I came. Hard . My cunt contracted around Marissa’s fingers and I gasped as the odor of fresh, sweet berries filled my senses. She sighed and lapped gently at my cunt as berries dribbled out of me and the ripples of my orgasm faded.
    Marissa pulled me off the table and we fell in a heap on the floor, the table creaking with relief. I laughed, then she laughed, stroking any part of my body she could reach. I could still feel the berries and juice trickling out of me and I couldn’t stop giggling. Thank god for tile flooring.
    I pulled her berry-stained mouth down to mine for a kiss as I worked my hand down the front of her jeans. “That was pretty fucking intense,” I murmured against her lips.

    She sucked my bottom lip into her mouth and I could taste the juices of the fruit and my own cunt. “Wait until you see what I bring you tomorrow.”

AFTER LUNCH
    Kathleen Warnock
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    The small town of Danbury really couldn’t be considered a bedroom community for Chicago, Rebecca thought. It had taken her two hours to get there by train, and if she were going to consider a move to the suburbs, it would have to be much closer.
    She would tell the realtor that, if the woman ever showed up. In the meantime, she waited at the Danbury Café, a small but clean-looking place that served greasy sandwiches. She didn’t eat much red meat, but she hadn’t eaten breakfast that morning and the smell of fried onions and the heaping plates around her tipped the scale in favor of a shot of fat and cholesterol. She signaled the waitress, who was chatting with the cook, a heavyset woman with dark hair.

    â€œGet off your ass and see what she wants, Babe,” the cook ordered.
    â€œWhat can I do ya for, hon?” the