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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."
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