10 comments/ 87697 views/ 4 favorites My Little Brownie Cupcake By: Charles Petersunn This story is classified in the Anal section. If you wouldn't like a story that concerns the fun and pleasure of anal sex, or if you found such an interest to be repugnant, then you should not read this story. This story is also best read as a sequel to The Lessons, Chapter 11, which perhaps could have also been classified within the Anal section. - - - - - - - - - - - - - Sara was making cupcakes and brownies with her mother. They were for the Templeton Harvest Festival. It was a great tradition. There would be quite a few arts and crafts booths, games for the kids, treats for everyone, and even a beauty pageant for Harvest Queen. Everybody in the town was invited. Ever since she was a kid Sara had participated within the Templeton Harvest Festival by baking pies with her mother for their own family booth. The Kirstin family always baked the traditional apple pie. However, there were lots and lots of other pie booths. There were booths for pecan pies, pumpkin pies, chocolate chess pies, sweet potato pies, cherry pies, key lime pies, rhubarb pies, blueberry pies, peach pies, lemon meringue pies, strawberry pies, coconut custard pies, blackberry pies, raspberry pies, sweet banana pies, apricot pies, pear pies, raison pies, mincemeat pies, razzleberry pies, zucchini mushroom pies, tofu black bean pies, and spicy clam pies. Templeton loved their pies. Which was why Sara decided, now that she was 18 years old and could host her own booth, to make cupcakes and brownies. Sara's mother was not terribly encouraging of this apparent "adolescent rebellion." She was concerned, as a mother would be, that cupcakes and brownies really would not compete with the town's love for pies. But, Sara wanted to give it a try and her mother could not dissuade her. You could always count on college students to push the envelope through to the more radical of choices. Sara's mother though did at least help her with the baking, and Sara appreciated that support. Sara was, however, distracted as they mixed and baked. Not surprisingly for a young lady, she was thinking about a boy; more specifically, George Reynolds. George and Sara had been dating now for a few months, and it was evident that George loved Sara very much (see The Lessons, Chapter 11). At least he felt it was love. Young love can be very unpredictable, unstable, unreliable. But, at this point in time, for these weeks in time, even for these few months in time, he could not see himself ever loving anyone more than Sara. Sara might in fact, in turn, feel the same way. Well, actually, she felt that George might be the best thing that had ever happened to her. She wasn't sure it was love. She did like him very much. And, it might indeed be love. But, she wasn't sure. As the one who in the end, ends the relationship, often says, "It's not you, it's me. You are a great guy. You will make some girl very happy. There really is nothing wrong with you. That isn't it. It's just me." Sara, sadly enough, felt she could say these things with all due sincerity. It wasn't that she didn't want to see George anymore. She enjoyed his company very, very much. She loved to be with him. She liked how he was there for her, how he listened to her, how he laughed at her silly jokes, how he did in fact seem to be sincerely concerned about her, how he stood up for her, how he was available for her. What was then the problem? It wasn't that he was unattractive. George was no Johnny Depp or Keanu Reeves. But, she wasn't actually holding out for that. And, in any case, George was in fact a pretty good looking guy. He had nice symmetrical features; teeth that shown well with his engaging smile; soft, dreamy eyes; and thick, wavy hair. She really did find him to be quite attractive. Many girls would. So, what was the problem? The problem in this case really was her. The problem was that he knew her secret predilection. He knew what she really liked. Or, at least, he felt that he knew, and as long as they stayed together it might become more and more difficult for her to convince herself that it wasn't really true or, if it was true, that she would or could ever change. The way she looked at it, it was like having a drug problem that was shared by your boyfriend: a co-dependency. As long as George and Sara stayed together they would convince each other that it really wasn't a problem, that neither of them needed treatment, that they could share, even revel, in their pathology as if it was a valid, appropriate, healthy choice. But, in this case, it wasn't drugs. Neither of them had any drug problem. In fact, neither of them had ever done any real drugs, and they didn't even enjoy drinking. They were, of course, too young to drink. That didn't stop many of the college students at Templeton from occasionally imbibing, even to excess. But, even if Sara and George were of legal age, to drink, they wouldn't have been heavy or frequent drinkers. Alcohol or drug co-dependency was not the issue. Sara was worried instead about a sexual co-dependency, a paraphilic co-dependency. She had come across this disturbing notion from her psychology professor, Mr. Baldwin. He taught the Abnormal Psychology course at Templeton College, and he suggested that co-dependency could occur with regard to many other inappropriate, harmful predilections beyond just abnormal drug usage, including paraphilias. And Sara wondered if she, indeed, was some sort of a sexual pervert. The fact is, she really enjoyed anal sex. She wasn't sure why. She just knew that ever since Mr. Peters gave her the spanking and, more importantly, made her wear the anal cork (see The Lessons, Chapter 1), she just couldn't get enough. The source for her predilection was not, of course, Mr. Peters' cork. The disposition was probably developed years before (see The Lessons, Chapter 11). In any case, it did seem to come to full actualization with George. She was so surprised, and at first so happy, that he seemed to like it just as much as she. She no longer felt alone. She had found her soul mate, or at least her butt mate. It was so nice to be able to openly enjoy her unique predilection with someone else, without feelings of guilt or shame. But, her comfort did not last long. The uncertainty, misgiving, doubts, and even guilt and shame, eventually returned. Even worse, she wondered if a relationship with George was actually a mistake, a big mistake. What if all that had happened was that she had just found someone as sick and debased as herself? The fact that two addicts don't question their habits doesn't make them normal, right, or healthy. The fact that two criminals don't question the morality of each others' acts of wrongdoing doesn't excuse or negate their depravity. What if Sara and George were only kidding themselves, rationalizing a twisted and grotesque sexual sickness into the appearance of a consensual choice among two adults? As she drifted through mixing, pouring, and baking, Sara considered confiding in her mother. This was, perhaps, precisely the sort of thing that one should talk about with one's mother. Maybe liking anal sex really wasn't a perversion? She would feel so much better if her mother just patted her on the back and reassured her. But, confiding in her mother was totally out of the question. Heck, her mother would not even approve of her having sex, let alone anal sex. Sara considered her parents to be among the most conservative and restrictive parents imaginable. There was no way she could talk to her mother about this. She decided that she was going to have to tell George the next day during their study session together, at the library. She would tell him that they should take some time off from each other, meet new people, try different lifestyles. After all, they were still young, only 18 years old, and who knows whom else they might meet? It was probably the best decision for both of them. It was a topic, though, that was so difficult to broach. She didn't want to bring it up at the beginning of their session. How could they study after that? But, was it fair to put it off? She couldn't decide, and so the decision was made passively as she kept putting it off, hoping that the time would not come. But, time seemed to pass so fast, a rather unusual experience when studying. When there was but a few minutes left before she would have to go home, she turned to George. "Georgie, I need to tell you something." George, however, nipped her in the rosebud. "Well, great, sure, but first, I want you to open this." He had bought her a present. He was so sweet. She looked at it for awhile. What should she do? It was always hard to break up with someone right after he gives you a present. "What is it Georgie?" she asked, shaking the small package, trying to hear any clues as to what was inside. George smiled proudly as he enjoyed her confused curiosity. It was at times unclear who enjoyed presents more, the giver or the receiver. "Won't say, Sara. That would spoil the surprise." They were sitting next to each other in a back, corner table. She leaned over toward him and gave him her best coquettish smile, which was quite difficult for George to resist. To George, or perhaps to many of the students at Templeton College, Sara might be the prettiest girl on campus. She bore a striking resemblance to Kristin Davis. She had her large brown eyes, rosy cheeks, perky nose, engaging smile, and long wavy dark hair. Even her voice reminded George of Ms. Davis: the innocent, sweet, feminine inflections. It was like he was speaking to a young Charlotte from Sex in the City dressed in the Templeton uniform: white blouse, black tie, plaid skirt, white socks, and the black Mary Janes. Sara had promised him after their evening of homework (see The Lessons, Chapter 11) that she would someday come to his house to watch Sex and the City with him. Her parents wouldn't let her watch it at their own house. They considered the show to be much too risque for a young lady (and even for themselves). It didn't matter that Sara was 18. It was just the type of television show that they felt was inappropriate for family viewing. In any case, their evening together of Sex in the City had been an evening George would never forget. Sara pretended to be Kristin for him. She knew of the resemblance and George's pleasure with it. She didn't mind. In fact, she took advantage of it, extending Kristin's dialogue during the show with her own more playful, flirtatious whispers into his ear, playing with his thing with her hand as they watched the episode, and even using her mouth on his penis when Charlotte appeared on the screen, letting him watch her as she pleasured him, imagining it was Charlotte with her mouth on his cock. They were watching a rerun, a particularly appropriate rerun: Episode 4 (Valley of the Twenty-Something Guys) in which Charlotte struggles over whether to have anal sex with her new boyfriend. Needless to say, George and Sara altered the ending, as "Kristin" acquiesced to George's repeated requests, and quite willingly so. Sara though pretended to be terribly ambivalent about it, as Charlotte would be, squealing that he was really much too big for her and that it was just so terribly naughty, as George plunged his hard cock deep down into her dark rectum. "Is it like a blouse or something?" Sara's voice woke him from his reverie, but not until he could feel the swelling begin within his slacks. "Can't you just tell me that?" "No, it's not clothes." He didn't really want her to guess, but he wasn't too worried about that. Sara was awfully bright, but not too many girls would guess this present. "Really? No?" She had been almost certain that it was something to wear. The box though was a bit small for a blouse. Maybe though it was a scarf, or maybe even something more intimate. Panties? Georgie had never bought her anything like that before. She giggled at the thought of Georgie going into the Victoria's Secret at the Templeton mall, picking out a pair of panties for her. If it was panties, she so wished she could have been there. Not because she would want to veto his selection. She knew that she would like just about any panties that he would buy. No, that wasn't why. It just that he would have been so cute as he struggled with embarrassment as he picked up and studied the different styles. As she thought about it though she realized that the box was a bit heavy for a scarf. It wasn't real heavy, not as heavy as a book. But, certainly more than what a blouse, scarf, or lingerie might weigh. "Is it jewelry?" George smiled. "Wrong again, but you do wear it." She was glad it wasn't jewelry. That would be too extravagant. George couldn't afford to buy her jewelry. However, now she was really curious, and confused. "It's not clothes. It's not jewelry. But, you wear it?" What could it be? Maybe George didn't understand about some types of clothing. "You know lingerie would count as clothes, Georgie." George furrowed his brow. "I know that. I'm not that stupid." "Sorry, Georgie, I know. I'm just at a loss to think what this might be." She shook it again. Maybe a watch? Does a watch count as jewelry? But, the box was too big for a watch, and why would Georgie buy her a watch? "Georgie, I just don't know. Give me a clue." "Well, okay, um, think corsage." "Corsage? No way. It weighs too much for that. C'mon, I don't know. Can I open it now?" "Well, it is a little personal." Her smile turned to a big grin. She was now even more intrigued, if that was possible. She looked around the library. "There's nobody around, at least back here. I want to open it now." He could see that she didn't want to wait any longer. It was in any case fine with him. He had been expecting her to open it right away. "Sure, go ahead." "Oh goody!" she exclaimed with evident delight. She ripped into the wrapping, although quickly slowing down, as the frantic tearing was quite noisy and it was drawing some attention. "Georgie!" Sara whispered, as she discovered what was inside. Carefully wrapped in soft tissue were three pink butt plugs, each a different size: small, medium, and large. She blushed as she lifted the smallest one out. "I guess this is something I would wear." "I thought perhaps these would be better than those old corks." Sara's coloring became even a deeper red. Ever since the spanking by Mr. Peters, Sara would often wear a cork to school, stuck in her butt. She would take it out only when she had to go to the bathroom. She enjoyed very much the private, personal sensation. She could feel it wanting to push in when she was sitting at her desk in a class, and then want to pop out when she was walking up and down a hall. She took it as a personal challenge to keep it in as her bottom wiggled back and forth as she would at times dash to get to a class. It gave her such special stimulations that only she knew about; well, only she and Georgie. Georgie would at times goose her in the hallway to check to see if she was wearing a cork. She clenched her anus just thinking about it. And, Georgie was right about the corks. They were not particularly easy to clean. These would work much better. But, most impressive of all, was the accessorizing. Adorned at the end, the end that is outside the butt, were lovely silk facsimile roses. The smallest plug had a pink rose; the medium one was violet, and the large butt plug had a vivid red rose. She was admiring the pink one. "It's so pretty, Georgie." The roses were in fact quite well made. Each had a number of soft, curved petals. "These things don't usually come with flowers, do they?" It was a reasonable question. Sara was not at familiar with the sex toy trade but she couldn't imagine that they came with such delicate rose accessories. George was glad she asked, as he did want her to appreciate the personal nature of his gift. He had in fact spent some time searching the web for butt plugs with a romantic touch, but he had no such luck. So, "I ordered the flowers on line, and then attached them myself with a good, solid anchor. They won't come off." "But, I don't want to crush them, you know, when I, like, sit down." "Don't be concerned, they'll be fine. I checked them out myself." "Georgie!" Sara grinned at the thought of Georgie with a butt plug. Sara had occasionally played with his anus during sex. He did like it when she ran her finger around it while she used her mouth on his thing, and a number of times she had even shoved her finger up inside just when he was cumming. He clearly did like that. But, he did seem to be rather inhibited about doing much more than that, at least with his butt. She attributed it to a masculinity insecurity. You couldn't expect your boyfriend to be entirely free of all sexual problems. "Not with these. I didn't use these." He wanted to reassure her that these were perfectly clean and fresh. "I bought two sets." "Did you try the big one?" George's face flushed at the suggestion. "No, no. If you must know, I just used the littlest one." She smiled teasingly at him. "Did you like it?" George had not been expecting this line of questioning, and he was not particularly comfortable discussing it. The tone of his voice let her know that he didn't really want to discuss it further. "I was just checking to see if the petals held up even when sitting down it for some time. The petals are in fact protected well by your cheeks." Sara grinned at him as she twirled the pink rose butt plug with her fingers. She then noticed another attractive feature as the twirling stirred the air. "Oh my!" She brought it closer to her nose. "They're scented!" They were indeed, and each one with a different variant of perfume. Sara inhaled the lovely Dior J'Adore that scented the pink rose. "Ohhhh, Georgie, it's lovely." George knew that Sara particularly liked Dior perfumes. "Here, you try it." She placed the rose under his nose. It was a very nice scent. Actually, it reminded George of Sara, in more ways than one. "Yea, it's nice." He then explained how he did this part. He had purchased a Dior five piece mini travel set. He used three of the scents to grace the flowers. He reached into his back pack and brought out the partially opened mini-perfume collection. "You might as well have these as well; you know, to freshen them up, on occasion." It was all in all a very nice present: her favorite perfume, a naughty toy that was in fact a quite practical replacement for her corks, and even a personal craftsmanship. "I don't think many girls get a corsage like this, Georgie." "No, I don't imagine they do." She smiled flirtatiously at him, again twirling the pink rose in her fingers. "Do you want to put on my corsage?" George laughed, albeit quietly. Young men often find it rather awkward to put on a girl's corsage, particularly in front of her parents. It was difficult pinning the corsage to the blouse, typically right above a soft, yearning breast. George had even found that a girl might appear to be enjoying the boy's discomfort, smiling at him innocently as he clumsily fumbled with her blouse, trying to grasp hold of the fabric without actually touching or exposing a breast. Mr. and Mrs. Reynolds were fortunately not there, although Sara probably would not have made the request if they were. Sara, keeping her eyes fixed on George's, pushed back her chair and went around to the other side of the table so that her back was to the library wall. She looked around the room. Everybody seemed to be deeply engrossed in their studies. It appeared to her that the only likely possibility was the guy behind the reference and information counter, Peter. She knew Peter, and she knew that Peter was himself pretty well distracted, as his girlfriend Penny was behind the counter with him. They appeared to be deep in conversation. My Little Brownie Cupcake She reached under her skirt and grasped her panties. George's eyes had been fixed on hers, but they quickly fell to her skirt when he saw her hands disappear beneath. "Sara!" he whispered. He turned around to check for himself whether anyone was looking. Sara knew that to hesitate would be to lose. In one swift, rapid movement she pulled her panties down to her knees, stood back up straight, and then wiggled her bottom to let them fall to the floor. She smiled at her success. Nobody seemed to have noticed anything. The Templeton library was rarely crowded. Frankly, most students now did their literature reviews on-line in the comfort of their dorms or bedrooms. Why shlep all the way to the library? The students who did still come to the library were typically very serious, although there were still a few exceptions. In any case, Sara's panties were now at her ankles. She crouched down to pick them up, and then slid them across the table to George. "Put them in my purse," she whispered. He did so, but not before he held them up for a closer inspection. He in fact even held them out in front of himself, admiring the soft white cotton fabric, still graced with the warmth of her pussy and bottom. A hint of a feminine scent tickled his nose and a smile graced his own lips at the sight of the pretty pink bow at the top and the lacy stitching along the hem. These were not regulation panties. "Georgie!" she scolded, a bit worried that someone might notice him holding up her panties. George considered putting them in his own back pack, to teach her a lesson about taking off your panties in public places, but he thought better of it. He did as she requested. "Georgie." Sara caught his eye once again, with her sensual Kristin whisper and her deep, luscious brown eyes. She leaned down over the table, on her elbows, her body bent at the waist, her bottom sticking out behind. She gave him an endearing pout, "Please, won't you please be a good boy and put on my corsage?" There was no way George was going to deny her this request. He smiled broadly as he got up from his chair, although bringing a book along with him to keep hidden the fact that the front of his pants were now notably jutting out. The cloaking, however, did not fool Sara. "Looks like you're looking forward to this yourself, Georgie," she teased. As he approached her bottom, Sara waved it slowly, enticingly, back and forth. She handed the pink plug back to George. "I think I should start with the small one." George positioned himself behind her bottom. Even when covered by a skirt, she had the prettiest fanny. It was so perky, so round, so alluring. They both looked around the room. Peter, behind the reference desk, did seem to be looking at them. Apparently Penny had left, as she was nowhere to be seen. George pretended to be looking over Sara's shoulder at a book on the table, keeping his head tilted up enough to keep an eye on Peter, who now seemed to be staring right at them, as if he was concerned about something. Sara also noticed that Penny was no longer with Teddy. If only she would return Peter would stop staring at them. She wondered where Penny could have in fact gone. It seemed like she was right there, next to Peter, just seconds ago. Fortunately, Peter apparently must have experienced some sort of a stomach ache, as he suddenly grimaced and bent over. It was bad luck for Peter but good luck for them. George quickly capitalized on the opportunity. He stood back up, reached down, and lifted up Sara's skirt. "Georgie," Sara whispered. "You don't have to raise my skirt." Perhaps she was right, but George never missed an opportunity to see that sweet girlish dimpled behind, and it was all the more beguiling when it was being exposed within a public place. His cock now felt so hard. He pushed it against her thigh as he slid the butt plug down along the tender crack of her winsome white cheeks. "Hurry up, Georgie," Sara urged, although she was very flattered and titillated by the feel of his hard cock pressing up against her. She considered reaching back to grasp hold, but she knew that would be going much too far. "Oh!" she chirped, as she felt the initial contact of the plug against her anus. By now Sara had considerable experience getting things into her bottom. She knew how to relax her sphincter. Inserting this small plug was really not a problem, particularly with its tapered tip. Although the anxiety of doing so in a public place did provide some ambivalence. With one deep breath it slid right in and popped into place, like a round peg in a round hole that were just made for each other. "It feels nice," Sara whispered, repeatedly clenching and relaxing her sphincter to get a good feel for it. She could tell that she was going to like these plugs much better than her corks. She looked back at George, "I wish I could see it though." George stepped back to admire the sight. It was indeed a very charming picture: her precious little orb; poking up like it was looking for attention; all prettified and done up so sweetly with its pink rose, the soft petals poking out, like her rosebud had actually flowered. George reassured here, "It is very pretty, Sara." His pleasure, however, was suddenly cut short as Sara stood back up. She could see Mrs. Baxter, the head librarian, walking across the floor of the library. Mrs. Baxter hadn't noticed them, but it was evident that their fun was now a bit too risky. Standing up though drew even more of Sara's attention to the intrusion within her rump. It was like she was halfway through with a dump: half in and half out. She knew that to describe it that way to almost anyone would sound disgusting, but it was in fact a very titillating sensation, like when one has the feeling of an intense urge, an urgent but pleasing pressure, with joyful relief just seconds away, but that moment in time is in fact frozen, and one just lingers in the imploring strain. Sara wiggled her bottom back and forth, not just to tease George, but to pleasure herself as well. "I have to see what it looks like." What girl wouldn't want to admire her new corsage. She would just have to see what it looks like in a mirror. "Wait for me, Georgie, please?" She gave him a quick peck on the cheek and scampered off to the ladies room. It was fortunate that the room was empty. But, she soon discovered that the mirrors were too high to see her bottom well. She had to be pretty far from the mirror to see her behind, and as she bent over to get the real effect she couldn't see her behind at all. Well, there were the windows on the second floor that went all the way to the floor. You could see your reflection in them at night. She returned to George, grasped his hand and led him off to the second floor. "You keep your eyes out for anyone, and tell me when it's safe." It was really plenty safe, as they were well hidden by a stack of books. But, this was only with respect to those within the library. As Sara bent over and lifted her skirt she realized that she was exposing herself in a most intimate way to anyone who happened to be walking by outside of the library. If they looked up they would see a pretty girl bent over, her plaid skirt tossed up over her back, mooning the campus in a most delectable way. Sara though didn't mind. She just had to see what it looked like. She liked looking at her bottom. She thought it was the prettiest part of her body. And, besides, she loved to tease boys by showing them brief glimpses of her panties. She in fact had a considerable reputation in the school for being a tease. It was this reputation that contributed to Mr. Peters needing to punish her (see The Lessons, Chapter 1). The experience in class had been very embarrassing for her but it had also sent her on the path, through her bottom, to George. So, if there was someone out there, so be it. And, a few students did in fact notice her fanny. As they looked up to the sky they were treated with a new full moon shining over the campus. Arnie in particular admired the sight. He was an astronomy buff and always appreciated a good shot of the moon. However, he was confused by the presence of some object, it looked even like a flower, close to the location of the crater Plato. But, of course, no flowers would grow on the moon, nor would they be sticking out of a girl's butt. Sara could hear a few shouts and maybe even some applause. She didn't mind. She liked showing off her new corsage. She thought it was the prettiest pink petals peaking out between the lighter pinkness of her tender, sweet cheeks. She wiggled her bottom in the glass, smiling delightfully at her prettiness, as did a few boys in the darkness below. She stood back up and gave George a brief kiss on the lips. "You're so good to me." She had no thought now of breaking up. "Maybe at the fair I'll even put on a larger one. You're going to help me with the booth, aren't you?" She already knew that he would. They had talked about it before, but she wanted to be reassured. It was important to her. It would be the first time that she would have her own booth, and it would mean so much to have George be there with her, as if they were beginning to establish a new, their own, family tradition. "I'll be there," he promised, giving her a peck on the lips and a squeeze of her bottom. "Hhmmph," they heard, from Mrs. Baxter, who was now in fact looking at them. Sara turned to the librarian, mouthed a "Sorry," with her lips, while also, behind her, squeezing George's protruding cock with her fingers. She would have to give him an even better expression of gratitude at the fair. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - It turned out that a booth with just cupcakes and brownies wasn't such a bad idea. In fact, it was a big success. Perhaps something else other than pies was actually an attraction. Sara's presentation also didn't hurt. A number of customers complimented her colorful banner. It had SpongeBob as a large brownie, smiling gleefully at a luscious cupcake in his hand. And, the cupcakes were themselves quite the works of art. Many of them were rather uniquely decorated. There was, of course, the compulsory smiley face. But, she also had a red Elmo cupcake, with white eyes, orange nose, and a big grin. There were also sports cupcakes, with Kelly green icing that looked like grass, topped with a baseball mitt, soccer ball, or football candies (she had to buy those). The pumpkin cupcakes were real popular, as they were baked with pumpkin cake and an icing topping that was nicely cut and trimmed to look like the tops of pumpkins, even with a green candy stem. There were too many to describe. Her favorite though was a mystery to most people; well, perhaps to everyone. When she got an especially large top on the cupcake, she used a mix of pink and white icing to create a pinkish flesh tone, then created a nice orb shape that she slit down the middle and then put a little red spot of icing toward the bottom of the crack. If anyone asked, she said it was a peach with a lady bug. That explanation, however, was usually just met with a furrowed brow. They figured that they all couldn't be winners. It was particularly amusing to see Mr. Nixon mulling over the "peach" cupcakes. Mr. Nixon had been Sara's principal in high school. It was a little odd, but rather appealing, to be talking to her old principal, now that she was a young lady, all grown up, with a flowered plug tucked into her bottom. She was wearing the medium size one, the one with the violet rose. It definitely gave her a feeling of discomfort, but it was a rather delightful discomfort. She couldn't help but wiggle her bottom at times, trying to relieve the pressure. Mr. Nixon couldn't see Sara's hips or bottom, but it was evident that she was squirming around a bit. "Is there something wrong, Sara?" Mr. Nixon asked. It looked to him like she had to go to the bathroom or something. Sara could not help but blush at the realization that she was squirming her bottom in front of her high school principal. "Oh no, Mr. Nixon, I'm fine, really." She considered leaning over and telling him that she had something stuck up her bottom, just to see how he might react. That would be terribly naughty, but it wasn't like he could send her down to detention anymore. But, she thought better of that. George moved up to the left of Sara. The ledge of the booth was quite high, just below her perky young breasts. Nobody could see anything below that, particularly if they were right up against the ledge. George placed his hand on Sara's pert bottom. She was wearing a very short violet skirt, speckled with tiny red roses. She felt it was a nice match with her corsage. She also wore a pink blouse, pink socks, and even pink tennis shoes. The Harvest Festival was not a college function, and so regulation uniforms were not required. "Sara, is this young man a good friend?" "Oh sir, yes, I'm sorry, Mr. Nixon, this is George. He's in fact my boyfriend." "Well, it's so good to meet you, George." He extended his hand. George had to momentarily remove his hand from the soft curves of Sara's derriere to shake the hand of the principal. "You too, sir. Sara spoke quite highly of you, and how much she enjoyed her days at Northeast High." Mr. Nixon did have to chuckle a bit at that. Very polite youngsters sometimes did not sound the most sincere. "Yes, well, I must say, Sara, that I am most impressed with your cupcakes." "Oh, thank you so much, Mr. Nixon. I think they did come up so nice and soft and round." George's hand returned to Sara's fanny, and this time he even reached under her skirt to place his hand firmly on her bare tush. She wasn't wearing any panties. She didn't want to mess up her corsage and, besides, it was such a warm day. She wanted to be comfortable, but, most of all, she wanted to tease Georgie. It was now George, though, who was doing the teasing. His fingers danced across the naked skin of her derriere, caressing her adorably charming bum. Sara's breathing quickened, as well as the squirming of her bottom. Mr. Nixon turned his attention back to the fanny cakes. "You know, Sara, I just can't quite put my finger on what this peach cupcake reminds me of." With that remark, George maneuvered his fingers down into the crack of Sara's bottom, carefully grasped the plug so as not to crush the rose, and yanked it from her rectum. "Unnh," Sara gasped as she felt her sphincter rapidly expand to allow its sudden removal. They could both hear a little "poot" sound as the plug popped free. They looked at Mr. Nixon to see if he heard it as well. He probably did, but as an experienced high school administrator, he could maintain a polite nonchalance as to the indelicate noise, as if he heard nothing. "It doesn't remind you of a soft sweet peach, Principal Nixon?" George was now caressing Sara's actual rosebud, softly feeling its furrows and ridges. "Ohhh," Sara softly groaned as he pressed against her sphincter. "Well, don't be so disappointed, Sara," Mr. Nixon responded. "This assortment of cakes is really most impressive. I'm not saying that it doesn't look like a peach. It's just that it seems to hint at something else that I just can't get my finger on." George pressed his finger a bit harder on it. Sara's pussy was getting quite wet. She wanted to reach down to play with herself, but she didn't really think she could get away with that. However, she did lean forward, resting her body on the ledge, providing her with some support for her weakening legs, which she also spread to give George more access. "Principal Nixon," she confided, "If you stick you ringer up into the peach cupcakes, you do get a surprise." With that remark, George pushed his own finger hard past her sphincter and worked his way up inside Sara's butt. "Unnhhh!" Sara gasped as George's finger pushed up into her rectum. "Are you sure you're okay, Sara?" Mr. Nixon inquired. "I'm okay, sir, really, I just think maybe I need to go to the bathroom." She normally wouldn't say that to any guy, but many of the students at Northeast High had said that to Principal Nixon through his career, including Sara. And, it did provide a good explanation for her squirming behind. "But, you really should push your finger inside my cupcake." George thrust his index finger entirely up inside Sara's rump. He could feel her clenching hard with her sphincter as he twirled his finger tip around and around inside, feeling the insides, the soft folds, rises, and curves of her rectum. Pushing a finger into a cupcake seemed quite an odd suggestion to Mr. Nixon, perhaps even a bit suggestive. "I don't want to make a mess, Sara." "Sometimes it's fun to make a mess, Mr. Nixon," Sara teased, as she was being so delightfully teased herself. "Just flick the lady bug aside, and stick your finger into the soft, warm cooked dough." George's own finger was now deep within the soft, warm dough of Sara's cupcake, exploring and sliding, in and out. Sara slowly, subtly, moved her hips in unison with George's finger. Mr. Nixon smiled. Sometimes kids don't seem to grow up. He suspected that this was just some silly student joke, getting him to stick his finger into a cupcake. Why that would be so amusing he did not know, but students had laughed hysterically at some of the silliest of jokes at his own expense. But then, Sara did seem to be serious about it. And, besides, she was clearly quite uncomfortable. He better get this over with so that she could get to a bathroom. He tried to carefully dig his finger down into the cupcake. Those who bought one of the fanny cakes were given a special surprise treat, as Principal Nixon quickly discovered. Embedded beneath the little red spot of icing, inserted deep into the interior, was a long thin stick of brownie. "Oh my, what is this?" Well, he realized with some relief and pleasure, Sara had been right after all. No wonder she wanted him to dig his finger inside. Sara explained. "It's the lady bug's little home, her own little dark tunnel." "Well, that's very cute," Mr. Nixon said approvingly. "Yes sir," George agreed, "I think her little tunnel is very, very cute." With that remark, Mr. Nixon again felt a bit uncomfortable. He could also see that Sara really needed now to go get some personal relief. She was actually hopping and squirming. He figured that she wasn't rushing off because she wanted to be polite to her old principal. He quickly paid for the peach cupcake, along with a few others, and left. As soon as he walked off, George popped out his finger. "Georgie!" Sara squealed. "You're such a bad boy," playfully wacking him on the shoulder. But, she knew she liked it, and had in fact enjoyed it very much. She did now really need some relief, but it wasn't the kind Mr. Nixon had been thinking about. "Now, you give me back my corsage, and be sure to wash those hands before you handle any more of my cupcakes." George handed her the plug, picked up a couple of sanitary wipes, and carefully cleaned himself off. Sara squatted down in the booth, like she was going to go to the bathroom. "Tell me if you see anybody coming." Ample warning would in fact be quite hard to provide, as there were people constantly walking by the front of the booth. Fortunately, it didn't take long for Sara to get the plug back in. She smiled sweetly at him as she worked it back up into her rectum, admiring the sight of the quite evident bulge in George's trousers as she did so. He clearly needed some relief as well. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - When the fair was over for the day Sara and George retreated to a nice secluded section of Higgins Park to celebrate her success. It was a lovely day for a picnic. The sun was out, there was a soft breeze, and wild flowers were in full bloom. While Sara was setting up a picnic snack, mostly of cupcakes and sodas, George strolled off to pick her a bouquet. He returned with some Wild Cosmo, Scarlet Flax, Sweet William, and Black Eyed Susan. The townsfolk seeded Higgins Park so that it was almost always in full bloom with quite an impressive array of colors. My Little Brownie Cupcake Sara loved the flowers. She placed them in one of their water bottles. As she was admiring their gay colors, and thinking how lucky she was to have a guy like George, she carefully set the bottle down, got on her hands and knees, dropped down to her elbows, and reached back to lift up her skirt. The violet rose came into view. "Would you like to pick this flower too, Georgie?" George glanced about in panic. He saw no one, only the tall field grass and wild flowers, waving in the summer breeze. He could, as well, hear no one, only the sound of the rustling of leaves. They were truly alone. They were nicely secluded. He approached her upraised bottom, shining in the summer sun, the rose such a lovely flower. Sara was also providing a very sweet view of her pussy. Her soft, curved moist lips glistened in the summer sun. They couldn't be more inviting. George knew that his cock would feel so good there, clutched in the soft, enveloping wetness of her hot cunt. Could there be any better pleasure than that? For George, and for Sara, there was: Sara's darker nether tunnel. There was something even more appealing in doing it there. It seemed to them more personal, more intimate, more naughty, more forbidden. Sara spread her legs to make room for him. George got down on his knees behind her. He gently placed his hands on each of her cheeks; her smooth, soft, lily white cheeks. He could hear Sara sigh. He leaned over, leaning down until his nose reached her violet flower. He took in its scent. He wondered if she had freshened it prior to leaving for the picnic. The enticing Dior scent was quite strong, and pleasing. He buried his nose in the silky petals, feeling the soft fabric tickle his nose as the cheeks of her rump embraced the cheeks of his face. He pushed her cheeks tightly together to fully capture his face in the cushiony loveliness of her rump. He stayed there for awhile, enjoying her softness, her freshness, her scent. With some regrets, he pulled back and let go of her bottom. Its firmness was so impressive. It hardly moved, jiggling only so deliciously as he let go. He then reached in between her checks to pluck the rose from her rectum. She teased him a bit by gripping hard on the plug, making it somewhat more difficult for him to pull it out, as well as enjoying the last moments of its pressure inside her. It came out with a pop, leaving behind a very enticing, open, large gape; a deep, dark hole of delectable pleasure, opening wide before him, and then just as quickly closing shut, like the lens of a camera. Sara whispered, "There's lotion right by my leg." George squeezed some lotion onto his forefinger and lightly traced the tip around and around the closed aperture, enjoying the feel of the moistened little ripples and furrows of her wrinkled anus. Her tiny brown star was so cute, so delicate, so enticing. Sara groaned with pleasure at the touch, the caress, of George's finger. "Put your thing in, Georgie, please?" "Just a second," he responded. He wanted to savor the moment, for at least just awhile. "You know, Sara, your little puckered rosebud is the prettiest flower in the field." Sara blushed with the compliment. Georgie can be quite the romantic. He pressed down on her anus with his index finger. It slid in easy. She was getting quite good at this. He pressed his finger down into her rectum, burying it up to its first, then second knuckle, and then all the way in. Sara openly groaned with pleasure. George pulled up on her bottom, raising her butt up even higher, like it was hooked on his finger. He thought it might even be fun to lead or coax her around the field like this. "Remember the wheelbarrow race?" The wheelbarrow race was when persons ran around on their hands, while another person steered from behind, holding up their feet like they were the handles of a wheelbarrow. The image of doing this with Sara's anus sounded like an even more amusing game. Sara found it a bit uncomfortable to be picked up by her anus, but George wasn't pulling hard. She quickly got the meaning of his association. "Georgie, quit your playing. Somebody is bound to come around here eventually." Actually, she thought this might in fact be something fun to do at home. They could see how long he could keep his finger stuck up her butt while she did her household chores. It was probably too risky though to do it in the park. They would do the anal housework sometime when her parents weren't home. George found this to be an odd warning from the person who had so boldly raised up her bottom and pulled down her panties, but it was a point well taken. He slid his finger out, unzipped his pants, and removed his hard cock. George could feel the summer breeze wash across his naked dick, providing him with a concrete reminder that they were outdoors, out in the open. Fortunately, at least for him, he knew that he would not last long, as he had been hard quite a few times throughout the day. Sara, however, was herself very wet with anticipation. The day had been even more stimulating for her, as she was being constantly teased and titillated by the butt plug. She had been wanting Georgie's hard cock up her behind for quite some time. She reached back and spread her cheeks, bringing her brown hole fully into the sun, and even spreading it open a bit. George squeezed some lotion directly onto her anus. A bit dripped down inside. He then grasped his rock hard cock with his right hand, pulled her hips down a bit with his left, got up higher on his knees, and directed the soft ram head at her little brown hole. He pressed down hard. The bulb of his cock head was certainly much bigger than the tip of his finger. She had taken his cock up her butt a number of times before, but one of the pleasures of anal sex is that it can continue to be difficult to get the head inside, almost as much as the first time. Sara braced herself with her arms and knees, trying to keep her butt as still and firm as possible, so that the only thing to give in to his push would be her anus. It popped in nicely. Such a good fit. They were truly made for each other. George slowly thrust his cock down, into, and then pulled up, out, of her rectum, steadily driving his cock down into her rectum, and then pulling back out. Sara enjoyed this so much. She squeezed hard with her sphincter, trying to hold, grab and grasp his cock, making it even harder for him to drive her, increasing the sense of tension, pressure, and grip. This was perhaps one of the reasons George really liked doing it this way. Sara's cunnie was tight; in fact, really, really tight, as well as hot, moist, and soft. That's pretty darn good for a hard cock. But, her butt hole seemed even tighter, and she could grip his cock much harder with her sphincter than she could with her cunnie. Plus, it was such a beautiful sight. His stiff, hard rod disappearing down into, between, her round, white, fleshy orbs, which he could fondle and squeeze as he worked his cock in and out of her rectum. Her fanny looked so innocent and pure, yet it was receiving his stiff dick in such a dirty, nasty manner. Sara liked the tightness as well. George felt plenty big enough within her cunnie, but he felt simply huge within her butt, and there was something about feeling so truly filled, packed, stuffed, and engorged by a boy's, a man's, cock that really thrilled her. And, besides, she felt so naughty, so bestial, doing it this way, her butt up in the air, letting him have his way with her most personal, intimate of holes. George leaned down onto her back and reached underneath, pressing two of his fingers against her clit, her hard nub, that was so engorged with her passion, her lust for his cock up her ass. "Oh, Georgie," she whispered at the feel of his touch. She rested her head on her arms, closed her eyes, and basked in the pleasure of his cock shoving in and out of her rump. "You feel so big inside of me." He began to thrust more forcefully, more quickly, driving hard toward his orgasm, at the same time rubbing and pressing on her clit in sharp, circular motions. Sara began to buck, like a mare being taken by her stallion. But, George then stopped. He froze. "What?!" Sara gasped. Was there someone around? George sense her tension. "Nothing, no, Sara. I just wanted to stop a second, and enjoy the feel of your butt." Sara smiled. She slowly circled her bottom around and around. George stopped in part so that the fuck could last longer. Sara's teasing circling of her rump wasn't helping. Then Sara's cell phone rang; quite loudly. "Get it!" George exclaimed. He was concerned that someone might hear it beyond the trees, but it was also quite distracting. Sara picked up the phone. It was her parents. She had to take this call. She knew what it was about. She had to take it. "Daddy?" she said. It was indeed her father on the line. "Honey, are you coming home for desert?" It was a family tradition to have pies after the Harvest Festival. There was always a few left over, and the family would celebrate the successful day by gorging on leftovers. Sara would be there later, but she did want to spend at least some private time with George, celebrating in their own way. "Daddy, I can't. I'm already really stuffed full." That was clearly no lie. To accentuate the point, George pushed hard into her rump. "Oh!" Sara chirped with the sudden thrust and her lurch; she was caught quite off guard. "Are you alright?" her father asked. "Sorry, daddy. It's just that I'm so full that I think, unnh." She was interrupted by another thrust into her butt. "I think, I've got the hiccups, oh!, or something." George continued to fuck her in the butt as she tried to speak on the phone with her father. "Too many cupcakes and brownies?" "Oh, yes," she said with an unusual amount of enthusiasm, at least to her father, as George resumed the rubbing, the massaging, of her clit. "I'm feeling really bloated. I, unh, just couldn't get anything, oh!, anything more in there." "Well, honey, you know what we used to do when you were little, when you ate way too much." Sara certainly did know. Her father had been really quite attentive to her care, back there. He preferred the rectal thermometer over the oral, he used to spank her quite a bit (although never really hard or hurtful, just to make a point), and, he would even give her enemas when her tummy felt full, which did always seem to happen after the Harvest Festival. "Daddy!" Sara complained. "Now dear, I am still your father and you should not feel uncomfortable talking to me about this sort of thing. You're never too old for a cleansing. Your mother has me provide her with a rectal ablution on occasion." Sara didn't really need to hear this, particularly as George was again driving his cock hard in and out of her ass. "We still have all of the necessary equipment here." "Stop, stop." Sara wasn't too sure whom she was speaking to, although she didn't really want George to stop. "Daddy," she gasped. "No, really, I'm too old for you to be giving me enemas, don't you think?" Such talk was perhaps distracting for Sara, but not for George. He could feel his cock swelling inside her, listening to her talk about getting an enema from her daddy. "Well, if you prefer, honey, but you even sound a bit breathless. You really might need a treatment." "Perhaps, unh, oh geez," she groaned. She knew she was getting quite close herself. "I can do it myself," she said, as she felt George gushing a load of cum up her rectum. "Please, daddy, um, later, I have to cum, go, speak to you later," she gasped, and hung up the phone as her own orgasm swept through her body. "Oh my," she groaned, as she clenched hard on Georgie's gushing cock, feeling it twitch and jerk in her rectum, spurting wad and wad of hot, wet, sticky cum, shooting into her like a powerful hose, filling her up with an enema of cum. George was panting above her, like a spent bull, groaning and gasping as his cock continued to release its gism deep up into her rectum, a great feeling of relief and rapturous lust swelling through him with each spurt of his cock. Sara fell down onto the picnic blanket and just lied there, bringing George down with her, impaled in her butt, her body twitching and jerking in passion beneath the weight of his heavy load, as his wet load continued to fill her up. When he was done they continued to lie there, catching their breath. She reached behind her to stroke his cheek. He reached down to stroke her other one. This had indeed been a great Harvest Festival. She now knew that she loved George very much. They both knew that she would always be his little brownie cupcake - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I hope you lovers of anal sex enjoyed it. I would love to hear any suggestions for future stories, or for follow-ups. I can always use the help, and the encouragement. 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