Message-ID: <15440eli$9809182259@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: oaf@my-dejanews.com Subject: New Story: Cookie Recipe (F/g anal, food, semi-public, cons/nc) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <6tsnb7$mbk$1@nnrp1.dejanews.com> ------------------------------------- WARNING: The following story depicts sexual activity between a woman and a teenaged girl. Some of it is non-consentual. It deals specifically with anal penetration. If you don't like it, or if it's illegal where you are, don't blame me cuz I don't take responsibility for your actions, age, laws, geo-locale, beliefs, etc.You can archive this sucker to your heart's desire; just don't charge anyone admission to see it.This is purely fictional. =================I did not write this. I am posting it for a friend. She would appreciate comments, and asks that you keep your flames in the garbage where they belong. You may reach her through me at _oaf_@yahoo.com. =================Cookie Recipe by Liz "Vanessa, would you mind staying after class today, to help me bake the cookies for tomorrow's PTA luncheon?" "Sure Mrs. James." I put my books down and smiled at her. "Great." Mrs. James smiled at me, and went to the door and locked it. I looked at her quizzically, then she began to pull the shades down over the windows. Outside I heard all my friends laughing and preparing to leave school for the day. I wondered why she needed to pull down the shades and lock the door, and figured that what my friends had told me about her was true -- she was a horny dyke, and some very willing students had been her favorites in the past. Of course I thought it was only gossip. "You're my favorite student," Mrs. James said, as she went to the refrigerator and pulled out along roll of cookie dough. "And I just thought you'd like the chance to help put together the festivities." I watched her as she walked to the other side of the room again, and pulled out a bottle of cocoa butter lotion. "I know you've heard the rumours, Vanessa." I gulped. "Rumours?" She chuckled. I tried to seem normal. "Y-yes, Mrs. James, I think I have..." "Then you know why you're really here." I gulped. I watched her nonchalantly squeeze copious amounts of lotion on her -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----