For the Want of a Cookie

Theresa stared at the trimmed muff, her thoughts coalescing. It’s wrong. I want another cookie. She’s old enough to be mother. The cookie was so good. She’s Misty’s Mom. Cookie… What’ll Misty say? Must have… What would my parents say? Cookie!

Theresa lowered her face to Helen’s twat, inhaling the older woman’s aroma. (Cookie!) She ran her tongue along the puffy labia, wet with anticipation. Theresa licked upwards, around Helen’s clitoris. Helen moaned, humping her hips into Theresa’s face. She pushed her tongue between the labia, gently prodding into the pussy.

“Oh yes!” Helen cried, clapping her hands on Theresa’s head, trapping her face against Helen’s pussy. “That’s a good girl! Make me cum!”

Theresa tongued at Helen faster. She licked and lapped at the juicy pussy, Helen’s fluids gushing under Theresa’s insistence.

“Oh yes!” Helen cried. “Don’t stop, you little whore!”

Theresa quivered, her own pleasure rising as she licked at Helen’s cunt.

Helen gazed down at the blonde between her legs. Not as good as Gerald, she thought, but good enough. Looking up, she saw Sylvia framed in the doorway, her arms crossed and a large wooden spoon in hand. Grinning, Helen motioned towards Theresa’s rump.

Sylvia stepped up to the blonde’s backside and lifted her khaki mini-skirt, revealing light blue panties with a growing stain. She grasped the elastic and slid the panties down to Theresa’s knees.

Sylvia thwacked Theresa’s bare ass with the spoon.

“Owww!” she cried into the pussy she was feasting.

“Faster!” Sylvia snapped. “Get her off before Gerald comes back!”

Theresa lipped and lapped at the sodden snatch, Helen’s moans growing more insistent.

“C’mon, bitch!” Helen seethed. “Get me off!”

Sylvia slammed the spoon into the young girl’s buttocks. Theresa tried to continue diving into the flowing muff, but she was losing concentration. The pain from the unrelenting rain of the wooden spoon on her ass filled her mind. Her legs buckling, Theresa fell away from Helen’s pussy onto the carpet, tears running down her face.

“Dammit!” Helen cursed. “I’m so close!”

“Serves you right,” Sylvia smirked, standing over the sobbing girl. “I told you we were to wait for Gerald.”

“I’m horny!” Helen glared at her friend. “If it wasn’t for your kiss earlier…”

“What’s going on here?”

Sylvia spun around, facing Gerald, two large plain paper bags in his arms. His eyes trailed from woman to woman, ending with Theresa crying on the floor.

“I, I’ll put those away for you,” Sylvia stammered.

“Answer the question,” Gerald growled.

The room fell quiet, Theresa silently sobbing into the carpet.

“Someone had better speak up,” Gerald said angrily. “Or there will be punishment.”

Sylvia sat down on the sofa, next to her friend. The two women looked down at their hands.

“I, I was licking at Mrs. Anderton’s v… v… pussy,” Theresa said, lifting herself off the floor to look at Gerald. “An… And… Mrs. Hightower was b… beating me with a… a spoon.”

“And why would you allow that?”

“Mrs. Anderton was g… going to let me h… have another cookie,” Theresa sniffled. Helen blushed when Gerald glanced at her.

“Your one of Misty’s friends, aren’t you?” Gerald asked.

“Yes. Maybe her best,” Theresa offered.

“Do you know what would happen to Misty if your school found out you ate out her Mom?”

“She’d be ruined!” Theresa cried, her eyes wide with fear. “Please! Don’t tell anyone what happened!”

“You want what’s best for Misty? As her ‘best’ friend, would you be willing to do what’s necessary?”

“W, what do you mean?” Theresa asked, cowering on the floor. Gerald leaned down, looking the blonde in the eyes.

“Would you be willing to be at my beck and call?” he asked. “Obey my every whim and comply with my demands for Misty?”

Theresa gaped up at the college student. Would it be so bad, she thought. If I don’t, Misty will become one of the school’s bottom-feeders, one of the ignored and belittled, and so… Will I. Theresa gulped, wondering what to do. She had turned eighteen before Misty had gone off to camp, so she was legally no longer her parent’s responsibility.

Theresa took a good look of Gerald. He was a handsome young man with green eyes and dark curly hair. Although he still had pimples, Gerald was fit and in shape.

“O, Okay,” Theresa resigned. “I’m yours. But please, don’t tell Misty about her mother and I.”

“I’ll think about it,” Gerald said. “But it might help me out with something I have planned for Misty.” Straightening, he turned towards the two mothers on the couch. “As for you two, you need to be punished. Stand up, bend over, and spread your cheeks.”

Complying, the two women popped up off the couch and bent over, presenting Gerald with their uncovered bums. Grasping and spreading their butt cheeks, they wondered what he was going to do. They gasped as Gerald slid butt plugs past their sphincters.

“Oh… dear,” Sylvia said, an irritatingly warm feeling rising her rectum.

“Not pleasant, is it?” Gerald smirked. “They won’t come out until tomorrow morning. Next time you don’t listen to me, it’ll be worse.”

Gerald bent over and lifted Theresa to her feet. Still shaking, she wrapped her arms around him for support. Leading her into the kitchen, he said, “Let’s get something to eat. Helen made us pizza for dinner.”

“Nice,” Theresa said. “Can I have a cookie for desert?”

“No.” Theresa frowned. “We’ll be having something else instead.”

Walking carefully with their anal intruders, Helen and Sylvia followed them into the kitchen.