One summer I got a job picking strawberries at a local farm. The lady who ran the place... she looked a bit like a strawberry. She had green eyes, freckles and large, plump red lips. Her long hair was strawberry blonde as well. I was only half thinking about working there but after meeting her, I was much more enthusiastic! We made a deal, but that was before I knew what I was in for.
She called her three daughters into the room. One was older than me, one was the same age, and the last one was younger. They were like carbon copies of their mother. They all stared at me with their bright green eyes, their lips parted curiously. Their lips were even plumper, redder and shinier than their mother's.
"Now girls, this kind boy will be helping us pick strawberries for the summer. You'll look after him and show him what to do won't you?".
They looked at each other and smiled. Big, red, devilish, plump shiny smiles, with perfect pearly white teeth.
"Oh, we'll take VERY good care of him!" the older one cooed, and they all left the room, giggling to themselves.
"Those girls are a handful" sighed their mother, "but don't worry. They're good girls and they'll look after you."
On my first day at work I had a hard time following their instructions. After every few sentences, they would pick a strawberry, stare hard into my eyes and slowly sucked on them, wrapping their massive plump lips around the strawberry before eating it, making loud slurping sounds. The others would then giggle before they went on showing me what to do. This was not easy at all. The first time they did this it almost floored me and they just wouldn't stop. I could only absorb half of my training for the job.
When I finally got picking strawberries, they kept stealing the ones I had picked and ate them! Whenever I got annoyed I'd give them a look, but then they'd look right back with their freckled faces, staring with their green eyes, wrapping their big fat shiny red lips around the strawberry, making loud slurping noises and I would lose my nerve. I stopped giving them that look but I could still hear the loud slurping, and the soft hums of delight as they swallowed them "MMmmmm sooo yummy" they would coo.
The strange thing was, they ate a LOT of strawberries. I wondered if that was why their lips were so shiny and red... and plump... and juicy...
This tortured me as I picked. The summer was an unusually warm one and I could not get their soft lips and lewd noises out of my mind. My eyes and ears were reminded constantly of them too. They purposely went right up to my ear and got right in my face when they ate strawberries.
I didn't get to pick much between all this but they kept wanting me to stay more hours, more days, more weeks with them to pick strawberries.
Then the noises they made started to change. Instead of slurping sounds they made kissing and sucking sounds. "Mwah Mwah" they would say, kissing the strawberries before eating them, all while holding the same intense eye contact with me.
Then they started kissing ME. Out of nowhere they would kiss me on my cheeks, my forehead, my neck. They would hide in the bush, then jump out at me scaring me half to death and plant big soft wet kisses on my mouth, before nabbing a strawberry and running away again, giggling. My heart always beat so fast when I picked strawberries.
Then they started to gang up and knock me down to the ground before covering my face with soft, sticky, sweet smooches. I went home everyday smelling of strawberry juice.
On my very last day they held a party for me, sitting me down, chatting with me, feeding me strawberries, smooching and hugging me every few seconds. Strawberries were going out of season now. They cried how much they were going to miss me and I was going to miss them too. At the end we had a group hug and group smooches.
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