Jamie’s guy stopped at the farmer’s market on the way home and picked up some strawberries.

“Oh, Clifford, they’re beautiful,” Jamie exclaimed. “Almost too beautiful to eat.”

Clifford beamed with pleasure.

“So plump and red and juicy-looking,” Jamie went on. “You know what they remind me of?”

Clifford hesitated to guess.

“Your cock,” Jamie announced. “The head of it, when you’re getting excited. When you’re just about to come.”

“Aren’t you going to taste one?” Clifford asked. “A strawberry, I mean. Not necessarily my cock.”

Jamie laughed. “But it isn’t really fair, is it?” she said.

“What do you mean?” Clifford said.

“I mean I have a dozen beautiful strawberries, but you only have one cock, beautiful though it is. Wouldn’t it be nice if there were three of you? Imagine me lying on the counter, and three of you all set to pleasure me.”

“Hmm.” Clifford considered this. “I like that idea. So if there were three of me, would one cock be for your cunt and another for your mouth and another for your ass?”

“Ha ha, no. I think all three would take turns in my cunt. Though I might enjoy feeling up the two that are patiently waiting to fuck me.”

“That would be nice, too,” Clifford agreed. “Too bad there’s just one of me.”

“Yup, too bad,” Jamie said. “I suppose I’ll just have to make the best of it.”

And boy oh boy oh boy did she ever make the best of it.