"Can my friend Ella come stay with us?"

You look up at Joy with pitiful puppy dog eyes and continue your appeal, "Please? She would love it here and you would love having her here...and I would love her having me here." You just barely blush as you admit your affection for your bimboi bestie out loud. It's getting easier everytime you are open about what you want, especially when you have the expectation your partner might actually give you what you ask for.

"Well, I usually try to watch one girl at a time, as this place is already a little cramped, but from what Becca tells me, you two certainly don't mind being cozied up together. Sigh...I can't deny my little darling anything. Go on, ask Ella is she wants to stay, you spoiled brat." Joy strokes your hair to let you know she means 'spoiled brat' as a term on endearment and you toss your arms around her beck, almost decapitating her you squeeze so tight.

"Hmmm...do I want to stay with my sexy sissy friend and a MILF that will feed me, fuck me, and fluff me? Well it sounds tempting...tell you what, let me pretend to be your big sister while I'm there and you've got a deal!" Ella drives a HARD bargain, but truth be told, you would have begged her to play house with you before the day was out. This way, you get to pretend you're doing her a favor and maybe in return she'll pretend to bully you between kissing you so sweet you get a toothache.

It's less than an hour before Ella shows up, but it feels like days. She arrives in the cutest little Sailor Boi outfit, complete with pinl satin short shorts, a matching midriff bearing top, a silk bandana, and a little cap. She looks so cute in her costume that even Joy relents, sighing, "Oh you bimbois and your costumes. Well, it's a special occasion I suppose. Amy, get your trampy tea dress and I'll grab my apron. But don't expect this to be a daily thing, and you still have the same chores to do once we're done." Joy tries to sound firm, but you can hear the excitement in her voice, as if your girly giddiness is contagious.

"Oh my God, Amy! She's even hotter than you said! Thank you so much for sharing her with me! You're my best friend!" Ella pulls you into a kiss that's so friendly that it takes everything you have to break it to get into your slutty Alust in Wonderland outfit before begging her to bully breed you. You are beginning to realize that this is a lot more than a besties with benefits deal for you, but you worry what will happen if you tell Ella and she doesn't feel the same way. You decide you can worry about that later. It's like 'mommy' said: today's a special day, and you want to savor every second of sublime splendor.

"Look at you two little angels. You look good enough to eat. Now you two play nice together while 'mommy' makes a nice batch of cookies." Your jaw drops, as does Ella's, when you see the apron Joy grabbed. She is wearing nothing but the red rubber apron, her breasts straining against the top and pushed up and to the side, jiggling and jostling yet somehow always staying just inside and teasing you with every tantalizing second. It extends just low enough to cover the top of her legs, pushed up by her hard, drooling cock which she is jerking into the batter.

Ella and you stand hand in hand, slack jawed and stunned as Joy stirs the batter with her throbbing prick. Despite her earlier complaints about costumes, she is clearly enjoying the effect playing house has on you too. Joy coos, "The extra ingredient is UNGH love. Now...would you two like to take turns licking the spoon? Ella, it's your first day. Why don't you go firOOOH!" Joy doesn't get the sentence out before the good little femboi is on her knees and lapping lovingly at her hard cock.

You drop to your knees, drooling as you watch your bimboi bestie bob up and down on 'mommy' meat. You adore how assertive and eager she is. You love how she can be submissive with out a shred of shame, or dominant without a iota of aggression. Well, normally not aggressive...until you sidled up next to her to take your turn cleaning batter of mommy's stirring stick and hoping to earn some baby batter as a result. Ella playfully pushes you aside, and you whimper wetly, enjoying seeing how swiftly she shifts between top to bottom, butch to femme. It's like she has this total understanding of herself, so she can be multitudes at the same time or laser focused on a fiery, filthy facet.

"Now, now. No pushing Ella. And Amy, you barely gave your BIG sister enough time to clean my cock. I think you two should kiss and make up." Mommy says every sticky syllable like they are sweet syrup sliding off her luscious lips. You two don't need to be told twice. Ever since she stepped through the door, you have been looking for an excuse to make out with Ella, and judging by the way she pulls you into a passionate kiss, parting your plump lips with her tongue and sliding her delicate digits all over your body. Inspired by the strength displayed by her sluttiness, you too embrace going for what you want, this time by crawling in Ella's lap while lapping at her lips and grinding your generous globes on her girthy groin.

"Damn, SLURP Amy, MMPH mommy's been SHLLP teaching you LICK real good." Ella's praise makes you whimper with gratitude around her tongue as you bounce in her lap and writhe wet and wantonly against her hot, hungry hands. You don't even notice mommy hovering over you until she slides her swollen shaft between your lips. It's a more than welcome illicitly intrusive interruption, and you keep sucking and licking at each other's lustful lips, just working around mommy's massive meatpole. You take turns sucking on her sweet, spongy cockhead, sharing like good sissy sisters and savoring every sloppy, slobbery, sizzling second.

"Oh NNG god... GUH good...UNH UNG girls...OOOOH just...AH AH AH keep...NGGG sharing...MOAN mommy's EEEEEEEEE!" Mommy explodes midsentence and midway between Ella and your eagerly expectant faces. You are both coated with mommy's cookie cream, and you eye each others lips and flushed faces with ravenous hunger. "Whew...that was...Wow. Now you two get cleaned up, and if you play nice while mommy finishes these cookies, we can all play a fun game together afterwards. If not...well, a disappointed mommy isn't a fun mommy..."

Joy trails off, giving you both a look that lets you know that fighting will probably end up with consequences more like a lecture and getting grounded and less like a sexy spanking. You see a sparkle of mischief in Ella's eyes and wonder if she plans to play nice, or is planning on being a bad bimboi. You lick your lips, not sure which you want more...