Message-ID: <15777eli$9810010527@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "O.A.F." <_oaf_@yahoo.com> Subject: STORY: "Cookie Recipe" (F/f anal, 'toys', reluc/nc) (resubmit) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii 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: <19980919223136.23582.rocketmail@send1c.yahoomail.com> Due to a formatting error, I'm resubmitting this from ASS to ASSM. Hopefully I fixed the problem. The story has also been reworked some. WARNING: The following story depicts explicit sexual activity between a woman and a female mid-teen. Some of it is reluctant and/or non-consentual. If this is going to upset you, or if you're under 18, or not allowed to read this because of laws in your part of the galaxy, GO NO FURTHER. By reading past this point, you absolve me of any responsibility for your actions now. So there! STUFF: No one was harmed in the making of this little romp. This is purely fictional. The writer has no interest in performing or living out IRL this story. This story may be archived or kept privately, as long as no profit is meant to be gained, nothing is altered, and the warnings remain intact. NOTE: I am posting this for a friend. She would appreciate comments and constructive criticisms, and asks that you keep your flames in the garbage where they belong. You may reach her through me at _oaf_@yahoo.com. ~Oafen "If a man is considered guilty for what goes on in his mind, then give me the electric chair for all my future crimes." ~Prince "Cookie Recipe" (F/f anal, 'toys', reluc/nc) by Liz Mrs. James, my Home Ec teacher, called to me as class dismissed and school let out for the day. "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. I had about two hours before band practice. "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. But if it wasn't... "You're my favorite student," Mrs. James smiled at me, as she went to the refrigerator and pulled out a long roll of cookie dough, for the luncheon. "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. "I...Y-yes, Mrs. James, I think I have..." "Then you know why you're really here." I gulped again. I watched her squeeze copious amounts of lotion on her hands, then all over the cookie dough roll. "I.. I..." She walked toward me, lotion in one hand, the sickene cookie dough packet in the other. I stared at it as she approached, bumping into a desk behind me as I backed away, and tried to seem calm. For some reason, the red and yellow "Pilsboy" label screamed out at me. "Have you ever had sex, Vanessa? Don't lie." Not completey focused on her question, I answered,"Yes... ma'am?" "With a boy?" "Ma'am?" "Did you like it?" "I..." "Did he eat you?" Wow. "Uhm... yes.." "Did he finger you?" "Yes..." A little shiver rolled through me. "Did he buttfuck you?" That one shot a wave of shock through me. Not that it wasn't shocking enough to be standing here, locked in a room with a 32 year-old woman, who was grasping a lubed up roll of Pilsboy cookie dough in her hand. I stuttered. "Y-y-yes..." "Tell me how it felt." She stood very near me, a desk between us, and I tried to get ahold of myself. What in fuck was I doing? I felt my ass tingle. "It hurt..." I said unsurely. "It hurt alot." "Well, that's a boy for you. I'm sure you'd like it if someone were gentle on your tight, young, puckered little anus." My throat immediately dried, so when I tried to swallow, it was like swallowing the desert. No go. My eyes flashed to the cookie dough in her hand. I knew what she was going to do with it. "Oh yes, my sweet young Vanessa, I am going to put this up your ass," she smiled, holding the dough up. "But first I'm going to make your little hole ready for it. Do you want me to do that to your little hole?" "No..." Her eyes flashed at me. I was in trouble. I had to say something to sate her. I considered my options: run, and try to explain to my parents why I did not want to come back to Home Ec class, or play it calm and think my way through this, until I might could talk my way out. "Yes." What did I just say? "Good girl. You get extra credit for that." She reached out for my hand. "We've got to go to my desk to do this. There's no leverage here. I'd put you on your knees, but the floor is too hard." I took her hand, my eyes locked on her fingers laced with mine, and hated my cunt for throbbing suddenly. I swallowed the desert again. She led me to her desk and faced me to the edge. "Pull your jeans down, and your panties, and bend over the desk." I complied slowly, mechanically, as if detached from the situation and what was about to happen, and stared at the dark shades over the windows. I heard my buddies running down the hall yelping in their afterschool antics. While me, I was in here preparing to get assfucked by Mrs. James. "Grasp the edges of the table." I did. Before I had the chance to acclimate to the cold surface of the table, I felt cold lotion dribbling across my rump and down across my asshole, and ooze down across my slickened girlhood. I tried not to jump. I grasped the table a little tighter, steadying myself. I could barely believe what was happening to me. She set the cookie dough down in front of my face, then I felt her hands on my ass. "I have to admit, you 16 year olds have really nice, smooth asses." She rubbed my cheeks slowly, then the tops of my thighs, gently grasping and lifting, urging my legs apart. I jumped slightly at the contact, forcing myself to try and not move. My belly settled on the table, my twitching, traitorous cunt pressed up against the edge. That felt nice, but my head spun. I ground myself a little into it, almost sure I might like just a little attention from Mrs. James at this point. "Oooh, look at you, all ready to go," she said, as she watched my young hips grind. Her finger traced the folds of my sex down and back up, tickling the waiting hole. I nearly straightened up, gasping. So much for trying not to move. She slipped a finger in, 'aww'ing a little, and I bucked my hips into the table, grasping the digit with my inside muscles. "Yesssss, *so* ready," she whispered. She pushed her finger all the way up, until I could feel her knuckles against my hot, engorged pussy. I squinted. "Oh Mrs. James." I was suddenly having second thoughts. I laid my face on the cool surface of the table, relishing the presence inside me, shaking a little. She began to glide in and out of me slowly, twisting and turning her finger, until I felt another slip in beside it. "You're so wet, Vanessa." I felt my asshole puckering, as I tried not to think about what the real point of this was. She added a third finger. I bucked abruptly, shaking the table as the I tried to acclimate to the size. A fourth finger entered me. The pressure on my vaginal walls was intense, and my head spun a little more. The room began to tilt, and I feared I may black out. I suddenly noticed a slight sweat on my skin. Such a mixture of pain and pleasure. She gently eased her fingers in and out of me, the sound of wetness inviting, never withdrawing completely. I tried to move my hips to her, and sighed at the wonderful closeness of being filled and stretched. Until I felt her knuckles press up against my opening, and her thumb joined them. I leaned up a little wide-eyed at the shock at the pressure and strain of my muscles to accomodate her became amazing. I felt her knuckles fight the entrance, twisting and pushing in polite little strokes, until finally they slipped through. Her hand, I realized, was in me. Then she picked up the cookie dough, turned her hand abruptly, and exited me, a sucking sound following as I grunted at the pain. Next, I felt more lotion come across my anus, and her smooth, wet hand, slathered in my pussy fluids, began to rub it as it puckered. This was... feeling good? I felt pressure on my anus as she coaxed the tip of her index finger inside. I knew the worst was to come. More lotion dribbled past my anus. She wiggled her finger, and I felt giddy and almost came. I could hear her breathing become intense and shortened. Or... was that me? Her finger began to slip inside me. "I'm going to relax you, my sweet." I nodded yes, swallowing, relaxing on the table. This time, my throat was not so dry. Her finger went all the way in, then she began to wiggle it as if tickling me. I bucked into the table, unsure of the invasion. She sped up a tiny bit, and began to work my anus, swirling her finger in little, rapid circles. The familiar clenching of my anal walls told me I had to take a dump, but I reminded myself that that was wrong. I felt the surprise of the coarse head of the bottle of lotion at my entrace, and her finger lifting. Then I felt the cool liquid squirt hard right inside me. She must have been overzealous in her attempt to lube me up, because before she stopped squirting the stuff, I heard alot splatter on the floor. She set the bottle down and proceeded to stroke my insides, and now the sound of all the wet in my ass, gurling and bubbling as she played and swirled, got me so aroused that I had to grit my teeth and grind my clit into the edge of the table to keep from coming right then. Her middle finger slipped in next to the first, and together began pumping my asshole slowly. As my anus stretched, and I tried to adjust to it, I felt alot of lotion, now warm, slide across my swollen pussy, pool near my clit, and drip onto the floor. The pressure in my rectum was unreal. It was beginning to hurt. "Mrs. James," I grunted. I grabbed the edges of the table harder, lifting my head to turn around and look at her behind me. "It hurts." "I know it does. Trust me, Vanessa. You've got to trust me. I won't make this hurt any more than it has to. I've got you really lubed up back here, but I'll keep adding lotion every few minutes, because I know this is going to feel good once the initial pain is over." "I don't know if I can do this, that thing is so big." I spoke of the tool she meant to penetrate me with. "Jeremy wasn't that big, and it hurt so bad that it scared me and I made him stop." "Well," she said, slowly working her fingers in and out of my accepting rectum, "Jeremy is a child, and doesn't know how easy it is to hurt a girl with his little pecker. *I* know, though, and I promise you I won't let this hurt any more than it needs to. You'll like it, Vanessa." She continued to push her fingers deeply inside me, turning them as she did, pressing her knuckles up against my ass each time they got as far as they could go. I could not deny that it hurt, even now, to feel my anus wrapped tightly around her fingers, and my rectum squeezing the life out of them, but a part of it felt very good, very animal, to be penetrated this way. Especially by a woman, 15 years my senior, and especially, most of all, in public, at my school, but in secret. This was our secret. No one had to know. She pumped me more, as I grasped the table and kept my head up, feeling my balance give as she pushed. I steadied my legs, swaying slightly back and forth against her, making sure to keep my ass high so she could get better access and it'd hurt me less. "That's right, good girl. More extra credit for you. I think you're going to get an A+, little one." I grunted as it began to feel better and better, pleased that I'd have the good grade on my report. My parents would be happy, especially my mother, who would be delighted to see her little girl apparently prepared o cook and clean an A+'s worth. I closed my eyes and turned my head slightly, arching my back almost impossibly, causing my young rump to angle right up to her face. So I was not surprised when I felt her kiss me there, her tongue trailing along the outside, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my ass, cunt, legs, and belly. "Oh yessss, Mrs. James..." She was right. It was starting to feel very nice. I felt very relaxed right now, slowly and gently swaying back and forth against the pressure she applied inside me. I felt her stand up to her full height again, then felt the head of the lotion applicator right against my anus again. She withdrew her fingers slowly, much to my dismay, and pressed the applicator against my anus, pressing and turning. Soon I felt it pop in, then felt the cool, thick liquid filling me. She stayed quiet for several seconds, and I assumed she was still squeezing the lotion into me. I suddenly had a very full feeling, like I needed to go to the bathroom, and tensed up, resting my forehead on the table. She pulled the applicator out, then I felt the end of the cool, monstrous cookie dough package press against my hole. It was time. "Now we're going to bake some cookies, Vanessa." She pushed the package against me, and I felt my anus begin to give, but only to the size of the two fingers she'd just taken out of me. I heard the squick of lotion squirting from me, and her giggles. "I'm glad I've got a big bottle of this stuff," she chirped. At the moment that I laughed nervously, she used the distraction to push the head of the package into me. "Ow!" It hurt so much. I could feel the slight tearing of my anus as the huge package of cookie dough occupied a space much too small for it. The pressure on my rectal cavity was much too much. I asked her to withdraw it. "Grasp the edges of the table and put your head down, Vanessa. I told you I'm going to fuck your asshole, and I meant it." Oh god. She was going to hurt me! I whimpered to her, pleading for release. I heard her pick up the bottle of lotion, and I felt the cool stuff all over the crack of my ass. What was inside me squirmed out under the pressure of the makeshift dildo from hell, and splattered on the floor again. She pushed the faux cock forward, and I put my forehead on the table, shut my eyes, and held on for dear life. She pushed and pushed the thing, struggling against my strong anal musculature for complete entry. But she knew that once she could get a few inches of the sugary dildo up my ass, the rectum would give way and the rest could slide in alot easier. And it was true. As I felt tears welling, listening to her heavy breathing and the sounds of lotion smacking quietly about me, mixed with the sounds of the other kids outside being crazy, I wished I'd not agreed to stay after school with Mrs. James. "Keep your ass up," she directed, pushing the cookie dough dildo further into me. I slowly moved, feeling the gathering pressure on my inside walls as the thing forced its way in, and held my ass up so she could gain entry. She turned the thing slightly, which caused me to emit a cry of pain, which could have alerted anyone outside. I quickly realized my mistake, but it was too late. "For that, Vanessa, you're not going to get it as easy as I said." She pushed the thing hard now, displacing the lotion that filled me. I grit my teeth and growled, knowing that if someone walked in here and saw us, I would be so deeply embarassed that I'd probably have to run away from home. More and more of the package entered me. I bucked and scratched the the undersurface of the table edge; she was forcing it into me. I grunted and grit my teeth, beginning to sweat harder and grow dizzy. The room began to spin as it sunk further inside my rectum, and I fought to hold onto the the idea that it would, indeed, be over soon. "Oh god! Mrs. James! Please!" "Shut up." "No! Stop! It hurts too much!" Then, as she grew annoyed with my complaints, I finally felt her bear down on the thing and shove it all into me. My belly hit the table again, as I covered my head with my arms and bit my bicep, stifling a scream. I could feel her leaning hard against me, like one might lean against a jar to open it, and felt my insides alerting me that I was being penetrated extremely deeply. Now, I wasn't so occupied with the strain on my sphincter, but rather, the wall she was running into. I couldn't stand it anymore. I quickly pushed my torso up by my palms, in an effort to get out from this situation, but for that she quickly put her body down over mine, holding my head down by the neck. There were no words, only laboured panting, the noise of lotion against flesh, and my strangled sobs. She was stronger than me, and she wasn't afaid to show just how strong that was. I took the rest of the package, in its entirety, feeling my insides threatening to tear apart. I couldn't take anymore. I envisioned myself at the hospital, as they extracted, of all things, chocolate chip cookie dough in little globules from my asshole. My stomach roared with cramping, and I felt my intestines churning. Oh god. "You fucking took it all, your horny little bitch," she purred in my ear. She trailed her finger from the top edge of my anus, down across the remaining half inch of package, to the bottom of my anus. "Goddammit, I bet that hurts." She chuckled. She was right. "I wonder what the parents and teachers would say if they knew their cookies were baked with your tight little shithole." I grunted. I certainly had no plans of being there to find out. "Please... " I whispered. She leaned up and stood behind me, stretching her hands out across my back, massaging my shoulders gently. I felt her press her pubic mound into mine, felt the coarseness of the zipper flap of her jeans. "I could ride you all day, Vanessa," she sighed dreamily. She leaned over me, cupping my breasts through my t-shirt, gently rubbing my nipples and squeezing the soft mounds. Then she dropped one of her hands, and tickled my clit. "Conflicting pleasures, eh love?" I had to get it out. I began to bear down. I was going to shit it out -- that seemed the only way. "Oh no you don't." She slapped my ass hard, and pushed on the package. "That stays in there. We've yet to put the cookies in the oven." I felt her step away for a moment, but my brain was too fogged to move and make a break for it. Besides, how far would I have gotten, with a huge packet of cookie dough lodged in me. I heard an oven door open, and the distinct rasp of a cookie sheet trailing off the grates then heard her walking back to me. She set the cookie sheet to my right. She walked away again, and I heard a silverware drawer open, and the familiar rummaging sounds of metal on metal as she sought her preferred tool. My gut was cramping so bad. I wanted this over with. I felt her presence again behind me. Then she leaned over me, and my eyes bugged when I saw the knife in her hand. "What are you going to do?" I asked. "You don't pay very good attention, dearheart. I told you, we're making cookies." She licked my earlobe then stood up. "Stay still." I felt pressure on my anus, but in reality, it was on the package still slightly protruding from it. Some movement, then the sound of plastic wrapper being removed. Oh god. I felt the blade lengthwise in my crack, and closed my eyes. There was a soft thud to my right. I turned my head, and saw a perfect, circular chunk of cookie dough in the corner of the baking sheet. "Bear down, beautiful." I obligingly strained my insides, shifting the huge packet out of me. "Enough. We don't want those cookies too big. Just little pushes will be fine." Again I felt the cold steel of the knife against my ass, as she pulled a butt cheek out of the way, and cut a piece free. It landed next to the other one, on the cookie sheet. "Again," she ordered. I was grateful this would be over very soon. Although my guts ached, I mustered the strength and gave a little push, stopping so she could cut a piece off. Another cookie landed to my right. She peeled the wrapper back some, and tickled my pussy with the fingers of her other hand. "Good girl." I pushed again, and again felt the cold blade in the crack of my ass, slicing off a perfect piece of cookie dough. Another one on the sheet. "You get an A+, indeed," she chimed. I pushed again, feeling the long cylinder begin to move outward enough to release the pressure it had on my intestines. "Keep that ass up." I arched my back a little more, and bore down again, this time feeling the dough begin to slide against the copious amounts of lotion that slicked my insides and rosy rim. The knife swept across the top of the package again, delivering another perfect little cookie to the sheet beside me. "God that is so sexy," she muttered. She stopped for a moment, then I felt pressure on the dough again. Before I could panick that she was pushing the open packet back inside me, I felt her face between my cheeks, as she took a bite of the dough. "Mmmmmmmmmmmm...." she moaned. The pressure in my rectum having subsided a great degree, I began to feel a flush of curious excitement buzz in my pussy. I pushed more of the sugary dildo out of me, and she cut more off. We repeated this process until I felt my rectum walls collapsing as the package retreated. I was starting to feel like I was going to make it through this. And I was also starting to feel the pleasure. Finally. "Don't stop yet!" she laughed. I watched the cookie sheet as it slowly filled up, until 25 slices of brown, chocolate chip dough sat on it, waiting to be baked. I couldn't believe she was going to feed this to people. I almost forgot about the fact that *I* had helped. I heard her rustling past the wrapper to get at the last chunks, as I gave my final pushes. I felt like I could take a decent crap, right there. Then, as rapidly as it had begun, it was over. The empty wrapper tumbled out of my anus, and landed on the floor with a discrete smack. I sunk to the table, and let out a heavy sigh, regaining my wherewithal to relax. It was over. My ass ached and throbbed with as much pain as pleasure, curiously, and my wet pussy dripped a little with overarousal. Mrs. James put the cookies in the oven, threw the knife in a sink, and came back to me. With hands as gentle as a soft breeze, she began to rub the lotion in and around my violated hole, aware that I would need the medicinal value of it just to get up and walk out of here. "A+, indeed." -------------------------------------- Comments can be sent to Liz via me, at _oaf_@yahoo.com. Flames will be gleefully tossed. "My luck is wasted..." _______________________________________ == "My luck is wasted..." -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----