Page 52 of Juicy

A month later…

“None of you are ever putting your meat sticks inside my pussy ever again!!” I scream as another contraction hits. “In fact, I want you all to get vasectomies.”

“Come on, angel. You can do this,” Braylen coaxes, a wet compress in his hand that he attempts to press to my forehead.

“Don’t you fucking touch me,” I growl. “I will cage all of your piss rods before I ever let them near me again.”

“Just one more push, sweetie,” my midwife says sweetly. “I can see baby A’s head.”

“And it’s a girl!” My midwife holds baby B up after eight hours of labor.

“It’s done,” I cry, falling back against the bed. “I’m done. Stitch me up; I can't do this again.”

“You did so good, Cherry. Look, here’s your babies,” she says, handing me my children. All the pain disappears as I look at my beautiful boy and girl, who are sleeping peacefully.

The guys surround me, all cooing and ahhing at our children, and I smile, thinking it was all worth it.

“So, when are we having another?” Brad asks.

The End.