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“You only have eight slices of strawberry there,” said Janet.

“Exactly,” Steve replied with confidence.

“But I have ten toes.”

“Yes, my dear, but you only have eight spaces between your toes.”

“Huh?”

Steve put the saucer down on the nightstand and spoke with his characteristic, gentle patience. “On each foot, you have five toes. Agreed? But there are only four spaces: the space between toe #1 and toe #2; the space between toe #2 and toe #3; the space between toe #3 and toe #4; and the space between toe #4 and toe #5.” As he talked about her toes, he was counting on his fingers, and Janet found this to be mildly comical. “Then, on your other foot–”

“Okay, okay. I get it,” she interrupted, with a laugh.

Janet wasn’t always this dense about math (or was it biology?), but she was a little bit distracted at the moment by what she called “hungry pussy syndrome.” Steve had been out of town for a few days. She had been asleep when he’d returned the previous night, and so this morning was their first chance at quality time together. Now, they were both ready to make something special of it. This was why Janet was spread-eagled on the bed, her head ultra-comfortable against her puffiest pillow, her palms face down and her fingers drumming restlessly on the satin sheet. She was enjoying her open-legged nudity, but she was eager to enjoy it more. She separated and wiggled her toes, as a come-on to her attentive husband.

At breakfast, he had confided his latest sweet fantasy. “How would you like it if I decorated the slots between your cute little toes with strawberries, one piece of strawberry at a time, until your pussy was as wet and juicy as the berries?” *How would you like it.* He knew darn well how she would like it–she would like it a lot. Steve knew that Janet’s toes–and especially the sensitive cracks between them–were among her most erogenous places; and, after hearing this proposal, Janet had been so excited that she’d been unable to finish her cereal.

Steve relocated to the foot of the bed with his plate of fruit. There he sat on the mattress, with Janet’s delicate feet within easy reach. Janet purred as Steve promptly inaugurated his erotic variation on the “Little Piggy Went to Market” game by gently manipulating the littlest toe on her right foot, then running his middle finger along the crack between this toe and the next one over. Her body rippled. It was perfectly ticklish, so sensuously titillating. He had always known how to thrill her with these types of subtle sensations. In the midst of feeling the space between her toes tingling, Janet compared this intimate part of her anatomy to the larger juncture farther up, between her legs. And she felt that primary juncture begin to moisten.

The strawberries had been out of the refrigerator since breakfast, so the thin pieces of fruit were just slightly cooler than room temperature. She sighed heavily when Steve placed the first strawberry slice in the space his finger had just been stimulating, between her first two toes. Janet clutched the strawberry with her toes and relished the refreshing tactile experience of the fruit on this warm summer morning.

Before repeating the procedure with the next crack to his right, Steve paused to suck and kiss at toes 2 through 5. Janet squirmed with delight; she was as glad to writhe under the pleasure of these soft marks of affection as she was eager to take more fruit into the tiny crotches between her toes. She luxuriated in the realization that she would, sooner or later, have it all. She felt a drip of nectar dribble out of her feminine lips and run down into the crack of her wriggling ass.

When she received strawberry slice #2 into delicate place #2, Janet marveled that she actually had so many little cracks down there, so many narrow places where Steve could drive her wild with strawberries and fingers and kisses.

A few minutes later, as he filled crack #3 with the cool fruit, all Janet could think about was how Steve’s warm cock was going to feel as it slid into her. The toes on her left foot fluttered lasciviously while those on her right continued to clasp the strawberries, urgently symbolizing her burgeoning desire to clasp Steve’s hardness in her slick, essential nexus.

By the time he was situating the fourth piece of strawberry between the last two toes on her right foot, Janet was positively oozing girl-juice and making a small, fragrant wet spot on the sheets. She had long since retracted her arms from their original sprawling position; now her right hand teased her clit, while the fingers of her left stroked just inside her swelling lips.

When Steve gave her right foot a brief farewell tickle along the sole, Janet knew that she’d had enough anticipation. “Steve!” she groaned. “Oh, wow, *Steve*. Can you come up here now, honey?”

“Already?”

“Oh, fuck, yes,” Janet affirmed. “I’m so wet I’m making a puddle. Come up here and fuck me, Steve.”

“But we still have four strawberry slices left,” he said in mock protest.

“Fuck the strawberries,” Janet laughed. In a delicious frenzy, she pounded on the mattress with both her legs. The jewels of fruit that had been making love to her foot flew orgasmically across the bedroom.

“Well, make up your mind, sweetheart,” Steve joked. “Do you want me to fuck *you*, or do you want me to fuck the strawberries?”

By way of reply, Janet leaned forward just far enough to grab her waggish lover by the elbow and pull him down on top of her.

It was her guess that his prick had never found her cunt quite this wet before. And, from the moment she slipped him in, she felt herself fucking him rhythmically, as if she were a machine—a soft, giggling machine. A machine that smelled like a woman about to melt from her own heat.

She didn’t stop squeezing him and bouncing under him until her giggles finally morphed into a long, ecstatic scream. She flattened herself against the mattress, her arms once again flung toward the headboard. She couldn’t remember the last time she had come with such intensity.

Her eyes were closed as Steve’s orgasm tickled through her. He clutched her ass with passionate dedication as his hips ground every iota of pleasure out of the situation.

For a minute they were still, and then she felt his cock slip from her lazy grip and his weight leave her body. She delayed in opening her eyes, because she was still floating on the buoyant waters of afterglow. Suddenly his voice was in her ear.

“I’ll save the rest of the strawberries for dessert tonight.”

Another nice shudder ran through Janet, as she reflected on the fact that she and Steve never ate dessert. Clearly, whatever after-dinner treat he had in mind was not going to happen in the dining room.

This piece was previously published online at Tit-Elation in September, 2006.