1 comments/ 42839 views/ 2 favorites This Little Piggy By: M.A.Thompson "This little piggy went to market." "What are you doing?" Cosmo did not reply. Instead, he proceeded on to her second toe, taking it between his thumb and index finger, wiggling it back and forth. "This little piggy stayed home." "You are so weird!" "This little piggy had roast beef." He changed his inflexion to a low, pouting tone and continued, "and this little piggy, he had none." Tammy only rolled her eyes and let him carry on with his game. "And this little piggy," he now spoke very soft and low, moving her toes nearer to his mouth with each new word. "This little piggy cried ...wee...wee...wee," he licked the smallest one, "all the way," another lick, "home!" He closed his eyes and took Tammy's tiny pink toe into his open mouth and began sucking on it gently. Tammy's first instinct was to laugh, but the warm sensations that were mounting in the little toe of her right foot began their ascension into her central nervous system and all her vocal cords would produce were a series of barely audible sighs. Tammy had met Cosmo well over a year ago but they had only been dating for the past two months and that was only after she had decided to lift her ban on dating men who worked in her building. He had actually seemed a bit creepy to her at first. In truth, all the IT guys did. Maybe it was just the stereotype of nerds with greasy hair and pocket protectors that she could not get past but whenever one of them was around, they always seemed to stare at her and the rest of girls in the secretary pool as if they were expensive merchandise behind a display case, beautiful and unattainable. When she heard the voice on the other end of phone say "I'll be right up" after calling the help desk to report a faulty keyboard, she dreaded meeting the face behind the voice. "Hi, are you Tammy?" He was kind of cute she thought, standing there with his plastic IT toolbox, not at all what she had expected. Nicely groomed brown hair, no grease. Attractive dark brown eyes, no coke bottle glasses. Neatly pressed dress shirt, no wrinkled plaid thing with a pocket protector. He was not what she would call handsome, but there was something oddly appealing about his looks. "That would be me," she replied. "Hi, I'm Cosmo from IT." He extended his hand. "Well, at least the name fits," she thought to herself. "Yeah, the toolbox with the big 'IT' on the side kind of gave you away," she teased as she shook his hand. He seemed a bit discomfited by her comment, which made her feel a little sorry for saying it. Tammy explained her problem and he quickly went about his work. He fiddled with the keyboard for a moment and then opened one of those windows on her computer screen that only the IT guys seem know about. "I think the problem is with the connections underneath, not the keyboard itself. Do you mind?" Cosmo indicated that he needed to get under her desk. Tammy rolled the chair she was sitting in back, giving him more room and he knelt by her feet, searching for wires and then wiggling them around. Being the season of the summer dress code, she was wearing dress shorts and tasteful sandals rather than the skirt and heels she normally would have been. "At least with the shorts," she thought, "he can't cop a peek up my skirt." "I like your shade." "Excuse me?" "Your toe nails. Pink. I like that shade." He poked his head out from under her desk. "Very pretty." "Thank you," she replied awkwardly, feeling it was slightly inappropriate of him, but cutting him some slack because she still felt a little bad about the toolbox comment. "Try that." "Huh?" She was still trying to process the toenail remark. "The key board." "Oh, sorry." She opened Word and began typing random letters. They all worked. "Seems fine." "Great," he said pulling himself from under her desk. "You shouldn't have anymore problems with that, but you know who to call if you do." "Cosmo, right?" "Right," he said with a wink. "Nice meeting you. Take care." And he turned and walked away taking his toolbox with him. Tammy would run into Cosmo time and again and they even sat together a few times in the cafeteria. The other girls would tease her but she found herself becoming rather fond of him the more they got to know one other. Sure, he was a little quirky, he stilled listened to 80's music and loved 'Star Wars', but he was also charming and polite, not like those arrogant starched white shirts in the office that the other girls seemed to like so much. Tammy giggled when he finally got up the nerve to ask her out. "What's the matter, you don't like Pizza?" he seemed embarrassed. "No, it's not that Cosmo. Its just that the last time a guy asked me out for pizza on a first date, I was in high school." "Well, I don't know any real fancy places," Cosmo stammered. "No Cosmo, no," she interrupted. "That's not what I meant at all. You're just so sweet." Tammy lifted his slumping chin and smiled. "Do you know that? Your like no other man I have ever met before." Cosmo began to smile back. "I would love to go out for a pizza with you Cosmo." And that is how it started. The first time Tammy and Cosmo made love, five dates latter, he had been the perfect gentleman. Sweet and loving, he slowly undressed her and allowed her to do the same to him before sweeping her in his arms and carrying her to his bed. They consummated their relationship in the bedroom that Cosmo had set up earlier that day with candles and incense and as the two new lovers shared their first orgasm together, he confirmed his feelings for her with words. "I Love you Tammy." "I love you too, Cosmo." Cosmo had revealed many different layers of himself to her over the past year, and now, lying there in the bubbly warmth of her bathtub, with her little toe in between his lips, Tammy was discovering yet another. She had invited him over for dinner after work and it did not take long before the two were naked on the kitchen tile, rolling around amid their freshly discarded clothing, Cosmo deep inside her. Dirty from the dusty floor, Tammy had suggested a bath and Cosmo had thought that a fantastic idea. After taking turns washing one another, the young couple found themselves at opposite ends of the tub, Tammy's feet on Cosmo's chest. That is when he had started his game. Tammy, who had closed her eyes to enjoy the warm sensation of Cosmo's mouth on her toe, opened them and watched as he began licking in between her fifth and fourth. Her hands instinctively found her breasts; erect nipples breaking the surface of the warm bath water. Soapy and slick, she rolled her perky nips between her fingers as Cosmo began enjoying her fourth toe. Tammy had never experienced the delight of having her toes played with before, let alone sucked, and she found the feeling amazing. Cosmo's mouth was generating a commotion within her toes that telegraphed up her legs and into her submerged nether region, making her quiver. Cosmo skillfully massaged Tammy's smooth arch and heel with soapy water as he continued to ascend her toes, taking time to lick in between each one before accepting the next within his lips and sucking it eagerly. When he finally reached her big toe, he opened his eyes. Tammy had again closed hers, her head thrown back against the wet tile, breathing heavily as she kneaded her round, wet tits. As he began to suck on her big toe, Cosmo moved his right leg from behind her back and brought his foot up to her excited breast. Pushing her hand away, he took her swollen nipple between his great and second toe and began manipulating it. Tammy opened her eyes, meeting his for the first time since their kinky game had begun and smiled at him in breathless anticipation. Cosmo smiled back, only briefly, before returning his attention to her pink little digits. With Tammy's nipple still in his grasp, Cosmo's mouth left her toes and his wet tongue began exploring the contour of her foot. He kissed, licked and nibbled her tender appendage while caressing her calf and ankle. This novel stimulation generated a buzz of activity within Tammy's vagina and she impulsively moved her hands under water and down her body, running her fingers through her wet pubic hair in search of her tender clit. Finding it, soft moans escaped her lips. As her fingers probed the soft tissue of her insides, she felt something ridged nudge against the back of her hand, Cosmo's cock. She grabbed it and though they were not in a position that would allow for insertion, she was able to stroke it and rub the engorged pole against her excited pussy lips. Cosmo was now moaning also as he continued loving her foot. Soft moans grew louder, reverberating off the bathroom tile into a passionate chorus; the song of lovers, sharing a bathtub and the adoration of one another's bodies, kissing and touching the most erotic of places. The taste of Tammy's sweet foot and the bliss of her hand on his cock, the highly responsive head grazing her soft vagina, proved too much for Cosmo to handle any longer. As he moaned his intentions of cumming, Tammy stroked down firmly on the base of his cock sending his milky seed into the tepid bath water. Her excitement building, she continued to rub his spurting member against her clit and in the moment before her own climax, Tammy grabbed Cosmo's foot from off her breast and brought it to her lips, inhaling his toes into her eager mouth. As her orgasm reached its pinnacle, she sucked wildly on Cosmo's digits as if they were five little cocks. The bath water cooled with their excitement and the two lovers exited the tub holding one another in the warmth of an oversized towel. "You are an amazing man Cosmo," Tammy said in between passionate kisses. "You have no idea," he responded. Two days latter, Tammy was at her cubicle working on the morning reports when a shoebox sized package arrived at her desk. She looked around to be sure none of her nosy coworkers had seen the delivery and began peeling back the brown paper wrapping. An envelope feel out, a message from Cosmo. "Meet me tonight, 7:30 at 'La Pretoria'. And please wear these." Tammy gave another quick scan of the vicinity before opening the box. Inside she found a beautiful pair of black open toed heels. She sighed deeply and felt a familiar pang begin to grow within her panties. She was not exactly sure what Cosmo had planned but she knew whatever it was, it was going to be absolutely wonderful. Cosmo had chosen the attractive heels hoping she would wear matching black hose with them and when he saw her standing in the lobby of the restaurant, those sexy black nylon legs and feet nestled inside the shoes he had bought her, he knew he made the right choice. She looked absolutely stunning in her simple black dress that both showed off and complimented her shapely gams. Her pretty toes peeked out from within her new shoes and through the black nylon he could see that she had painted them the same shade of pink that she had worn on the day they met. Admiring her, Cosmo knew he would have a hard time resisting the urge to touch her luscious feet during the long meal. "I thought you didn't know any fancy places Cosmo," Tammy said as he met and kissed her at the door. "This is a big upgrade from the pizza joint of our first date." "This," he replied, indicating her attire "is a big upgrade from the jeans you wore on our first date." He escorted her to their table and as he helped her with her chair, he kissed her ear and whispered softly, "It is going to be quite a chore for me, keeping my hands off those sexy feet of yours during dinner." He had a very mischievous smile on his face as he took his seat. Dinner was superb but Cosmo was hard pressed not to be distracted by Tammy's delicious feet which had been tempting him from under the table the entire meal like some sort of unseen siren. In an effort to relieve his building tension, Cosmo slid his shoes and socks off and ran his bare feet up and down the length of Tammy's exquisite legs. She smiled and jumped just a little when he was able to work his foot all the way up her thigh and into her lap, which was slightly more than damp at this point. As wonderful as her smooth legs felt on his naked feet, it was not nearly enough to satisfy his mounting desire and Cosmo knew that he was not going to make it through this entire dinner without tasting her feet at least once. While waiting for their dessert orders to be taken, Cosmo seized his opportunity using the long linen tablecloth and the dim flickering candlelight as his allies. Lifting his fork, Cosmo showed it to Tammy with a wicked smile on his face. With an exaggerated "Uh Oh!" he dropped it to the floor and disappeared under the tablecloth as if to search for his fallen utensil. Tammy caught her breath quickly as Cosmo's hand grasped her nylon-clad calf and she felt his tongue begin to lick her stockinged toes through the opening in her shoes. She looked around quickly to see if anyone was watching but the feeling of Cosmo's warm mouth on her sensitive feet swiftly overrode any fear she had of being caught. Cosmo slid the shoes he had bought her off and began sucking and licking her silken feet. Unlike the night in her bathtub, tonight Tammy's feet carried the musky odor of a days work mixed with the leathery aroma of her new shoes. Cosmo had been growing steadily inside his trousers since he began his journey under the table, but it was this pungent bouquet that opened the floodgates within his cock, filling it to capacity with blood and leaving a small daub of precum inside his underpants. He rubbed her gorgeous feet all over his face as he ran his hands up her sleek calves and to her thighs. Tammy put her hand under the table meeting his and guided it to the growing wet spot within her pantyhose and together they fingered her moistening crotch through the damp fabric. Tammy did not notice as the waiter approach their table and just looked at him, mouth agape, unable to speak when he asked if she would "prefer to wait until the gentleman returns to his seat before ordering dessert." Hearing him, Cosmo stuck his head out from under the table and replied, "We'll be having dessert at home, thank you!" The couple quickly paid their bill and no one noticed that they were both carrying their shoes rather than wearing them as they left hastily. Cosmo had chosen this particular restaurant not only for its food and ambiance, but for its proximity to his apartment as well. Within six minutes, the two lovers were in Cosmo's doorway and in each other's arms. Kissing deep and passionate, Tammy began tearing Cosmo's clothing from his body. Cosmo's hands were busy under Tammy's little black dress, taking pleasure in how wonderful her ass felt through the silky fabric of her pantyhose. Once Cosmo was completely naked, Tammy began losing her own garments. "No!" Cosmo stopped her. "I want you to stay dressed." Tammy and Cosmo fell to the floor of his living room, their mouths one. Cosmo began kissing her face and ears. Tammy moaned gently as he kissed his way down her soft neckline, nibbling and sucking the supple flesh all the way down to her overflowing cleavage. So aroused was she that her taut nipples were fully visible through her bra and dress. Cosmo sucked on them right through the material before continuing his voyage down her body. As he kissed her abdomen, his hands went to her thighs, gradually lifting her dress, affectionately tracing the outline of her magnificent legs. Once exposed, Cosmo drove his face directly into her wet crotch, breathing in her sultry fragrance. Tammy ran her fingers through his hair, holding his face in her lap, moaning his name as he sucked her tangy juices from the cotton panty of her hose. Wanting desperately to have his tongue inside her, she momentarily pushed Cosmo aside and ripped a hole in the crotch of her pantyhose before taking his face back in her hands and trusting it onto her aching cunt. "Oh Cosmo, eat my pussy!" she moaned as he dove his tongue between the soaking folds of her labia and deep inside her succulent hole. Cosmo could feel her smooth legs all over his back and when he felt her begin to massage him with her silky-smooth feet, he though he would explode right there. He knew he would not last much longer but this was not how he wanted to cum. He had other plans. Cosmo took one more mouth-watering taste of her delicious pussy before kissing his way down her legs and to her waiting feet were he began licking and biting anything he could fit inside his hungry mouth. On one foot, he bit right through the delicate nylon, exposing her toes so he could feast upon her pink nails unobstructed. He turned his body so that he was in a sitting position at her feet and kissed them some more before looking up to her and lowering her downy soles on to his engorged dick. When her shiny feet touched his highly aroused cock, his head flew back and a noisy moan erupted from his mouth. Holding her feet, he stroked them up and down his rigid shaft until Tammy caught on to what he required and began doing it for him. Tammy appeared very excited but in need of some stimulation of her own, so Cosmo ran his naked foot up her stockinged leg until his big toe found the gaping hole in her pantyhose and the swollen clit within. He rubbed her hot button with his toes before guiding them down her pussy lips and introducing them inside her steamy gash. She continued stroking her lover's cock with her pretty feet as he fucked her with his. Tammy bit her lip as the electricity brewing deep within her pussy was released, sending intense shock waves throughout her entire body. She came hard, moaning out and covering Cosmo's toes and foot with creamy girl cum. His own orgasm looming, Cosmo removed his foot from her quivering hole and brought it up to her lips so she could lick her nectar from off his toes. Tammy grabbed it and sucked her luscious cum from his sticky foot as she continued to stroke his dick and balls with hers. "Cum on my feet Cosmo!" she begged in between passionate sucks on his salty toes. "Cum all over my sexy feet!" He grabbed her at the ankles and clamped her soft, silken arches around his aching dick. With his cockhead just peeking out from between them, Cosmo began spraying her nylon feet with jet after jet of his hot, sticky cum. White semen glistened on black nylon like mother of pearl on a jewelers cloth and when Tammy lifted her glazed feet to his breathless mouth, he hesitated, only for a moment before licking his dripping load from her beautiful toes. The two lovers lavished in the ecstasy and joy bestowed upon them by each other's feet. They lay motionless for quite sometime, the only sound, their own breath, breathing as one. Cosmo began to reposition himself so they could lie in each other's arms but stopped when he felt Tammy's thumb and index finger on his big toe. She began wiggling it back and forth, back and forth and he closed his eyes and smiled when he heard her seductive voice. "This little piggy went to market...." This Little Piggy Illustrated (FF,food,anal,bd) Please do not read if under 18 years of age or offended by sexually explicit stories and situations. (c) 2002 Couture *********** I used to think that things just happened. Not for a particular purpose, except maybe that if something could go wrong, it usually would. Then, something happened to change my mind. Ever since, I believed things happen for a reason. I believed in fate. It all started when I was in high school and I tried out for the cheerleading squad at Fike high. Needless to say, I didn't make it even though I did way better in the tryouts than most of the other girls. Later, I found out one of the girls, who was already on the squad, said I was too fat to be a cheerleader. The girl's name was Amanda. Well, I've got news for skinny bitch, a size twelve is not fat. Anyway, it was embarrassing, and it didn't do wonders for my self image when word got around, but I chalked it up things that could go wrong and did. It wasn't the first time that something like that happened to me. It wasn't until my second year of college that I realized there was some sort of divine plan. You see, I was a member of the Sigma Pi sorority and who happens to want to join, after attending community college for two years? None other than Amanda Moore. I made friends with her the first party and convinced her to rush our sorority. Yes, we Fike girls have to stick together, I told her. At first, my plan was to have her rush and do all the work that rushing entails and then at the last moment, make sure the little bitch wasn't accepted. Give her a taste of her own medicine. I know you probably think that Sorority stuff is all a bunch of parties, but it is hard work at first. When you add college coursework on top of the socials, fund raisers, and miscellaneous events, it is very hard work. And doing all that work for nothing would feel bad of course; almost as bad as I felt after not making the cheerleading squad. That was my plan. Until fate intervened . . . "Jill, we are having a social tonight at 8:00, can you tell Amanda?" Tammy asked. "Sure," I said. "How long does it last?" "Until 10:30." "Ah, Amanda said she had a special lab that she had to go to tonight and I told her I would help her with it" I said. "If we have time when we finish, I'll take her to the social afterwards." I was lying of course, but I could feel fate smiling on me, and I was determined to take advantage of it, even if I didn't know what I was going to do. "You're the best Jill," Tammy said. "Thanks for helping new pledges like you do." A plan began to form just as my sisters were leaving. I called Amanda up to set it in motion. "Hi Amanda, this is Jill. I need you to come over tonight for some mandatory pledge stuff." "Okay," she said. "What's going on?" "It's part of your initiation, so I can't tell you," I said. "And you can't tell anyone else either." "I'll be there in ten minutes. See you soon" "Oh, and Amanda," I said. "Wear your cheerleading outfit." She said, "My what?" "Your cheerleading outfit. From high school," I said. "You brought it with you. Didn't you?" There was a long pause. "Yes," she answered meekly. "Good, make sure to wear it," I said. "And hurry." After I hung up the phone, I set everything up. I didn't need much; just a few old scarves and a chair from the dining room. I took them all into the kitchen and waited for Amanda. *********** I didn't have long to wait. When I answered the door, Amanda was standing on the step wearing a very long coat. It was fall and the temperature was eighty-five degrees. Something was afoot. "Here," I said. "Let me take your coat." She was very reluctant to take it off. When she did, I knew why. Amanda had gained weight since she graduated high school. I wish I could say she was fat, but she wasn't. The bitch. But, the former size four was now between a size eight and a size ten. She gained the most up top, then on her thighs and bottom. Shapely, but much too much of everything for the small outfit whose seams threatened to give at any moment. I couldn't help but giggle, causing her face to blanch in embarrassment. "Oh, don't worry, you still have a nice figure," I said. "Thanks," she murmured, reaching back to pull the bottoms out of her ass. It was priceless. "Where is everybody?" "I thought that maybe you wouldn't want everyone here for this, so I thought we would do it privately," I said. "But I can see about getting the rest of the girls here if you want?" "No-no, this is fine," she said. "And Jill . . . thanks for everything you've done for me." "No thanks are necessary," I said, putting my arm around her shoulders. "We Fike girls have to stick together, right?" I know, you may think I should have felt too guilty to go any further. Ha, her gullibility was music to my ears. Besides, who can stop fate? I took her in the kitchen and had her sit in the chair. "Put your hands behind your back," I said. "Are you sure this is necessary?" she asked, as she obeyed. I quickly secured her wrists together and tied them to the back rung of the chair. "Absolutely," I said. Even if it wasn't, it was too late now. "Just relax," I said, blindfolding her with another scarf. "We all had to do this." You can't imagine how hard it was to say this and not laugh. I opened the refrigerator and got out what I was looking for. "Open your mouth," I said. She turned her head to the side. "Please Jill," she begged, her voice trembling. "Don't gag me." The skinny bitch thought I was going to gag her. Nothing could be further from the truth. I wanted her mouth open. As a matter of fact, I *needed* her mouth open. "I'm wouldn't do that Amanda," I soothed her. "All I'm going to do is feed you some different things. Come on. Open your mouth for me." "What is it?" she asked. "That part is a secret. Come on, open wide." She turned her head around to face me and opened her mouth. I put the pizza between her lips. She took a bite, chewed and swallowed. I fed her until she finished it off. Next, I took a bottle of peppers from the fridge. "Open up," I said. She opened her mouth and I put the pepper inside. She took a bite, her expression changed to shock. She spit it out, pursed her lips, as she tried to cool her mouth. "Water," she cried. "I need water fast." "You have to finish it first," I said. "Do you want a new one or what's left of that one?" "Is it on the floor?" she asked, not able to see for the blindfold. "No, it's on the chair," I lied. "I'll take that one, but please hurry," she said, breathing hard through her mouth. I didn't expect it to happen. I honestly only wanted revenge at first, but having her helpless and under my control woke certain feelings inside of me. Feelings I never knew existed. She was exciting me. "That's a girl," I said, picking the pepper off the floor and placing it between her legs. "Oops," I said. "It fell between your legs. Spread them just a bit for me." While she spread them, I pushed the pepper along with her legs so she would have to open them wider and wider, until I saw what it was I wanted to see: Her skin tight bottoms cutting into her fleshy thighs and the outline of her sex, bulging out from the tight fabric. I retrieved the slightly chewed green pepper and fed it to her. She hurriedly chewed and swallowed, sucking air in and out her lungs to cool her mouth. "Water," she begged. I retrieved the gallon of milk and placed it between her lips. She tried to say something. Probably something like, no please, put it in a cup, but I was already tilting it up. Pretty Amanda looked much like a guppy as she tried to not spill the milk, choking, swallowing and drinking it down. Me thinking, this is how pretty little Amanda would look if she were giving a blowjob. "Don't drink too much," I said, "You still have a lot more to eat." I pulled the milk away, spilling some down her chest and between her legs. I took a paper towel and dried her face and chest. She closed her legs tightly when I moved to her crotch. "It will sour if I leave it." She reluctantly opened her legs and allowed me wipe her crotch clean, but she tried to close them as soon as I pulled away. "You should leave them open so things don't fall on the floor," I warned. I wished I knew what was going through her mind as she parted her legs again. Next, I put some peanut butter on my fingers and put them to her mouth. She opened her mouth and I stuck in my fingers. "Mmmmm," she said, trying to speak, but unable to. She worked her lips as she tried to get the peanut butter off the roof of her mouth. Finally, when she was able to speak, she said, "Jesus, Jill, can't you use a spoon or something?" "You're not allowed to use any utensils," I lied. "It's either this or you can lap it out of something like a dog." "I guess I'll eat it like this then. Ah-Jill, I'm thirsty again," she said. "Do you have something besides milk?" "Sure," I said, as I opened a beer and held it to her lips while she drank. I snuck a hand underneath my skirt and felt my panties. They were soaked. Then, using the same fingers I touched myself with, I fed her another dollop of peanut butter. Watching her suck my fingers clean of the traces of my juices sent pangs of pleasure shooting to my clitty. I knew I should stop before things got out of control, but I couldn't. It was too late for that. I stripped my clothes off in front of her. Ordinarily, I would have felt ashamed or embarrassed to be naked. But with her blindfolded and oblivious in front of me, I soared with power. "What are you doing?" she asked. She must have heard the rustle of my clothing. "Just cleaning the floor," I said. I slid my fingers into my wet sex, and then forced myself to remove them. It was harder than you could imagine. If anyone came in and saw us like this, I would be kicked out of the sorority for sure. Maybe even worse. I knew I needed to hurry. I dipped my wet shiny fingers into the peanut butter, took a large dollop, and pushed it in her mouth. All the while thinking, she's licking me by proxy. The peanut butter was too much for her to handle and some spilled down the front of her outfit. I slid my finger across her breasts, feeling her tiny nubs through the thick fabric of her outfit, as I wiped up the spilled peanut butter and pushed it back in her mouth, until she cleaned it off. Afterwards, I sucked her saliva from my fingers. It was like kissing her, only she didn't know it. I took a dollop of marshmallow cream, and spread the stick white substance over my pussy. Next, I inserted a squeeze bottle of chocolate syrup into my sex. I held a slice of bread underneath me as I squeezed the bottle. Oh God, I could feel the cold liquid shooting up inside of my hot pussy. It gave me even more pleasure knowing she was going to be eating it. I fed her the slice of bread and wiped my sex clean with another. I looked at it and could make out the outline of my sex in the combination of white cream and dark chocolate. There were even a few of my pubic hairs on the bread. She didn't know it, but when she ate it, she was eating me. "Thirsty?" I asked. She nodded her head, still chewing. "Tilt your head back and open your mouth." She swallowed and tilted her head back. I squirted a little syrup in her mouth and she went to close it. "Keep it open," I said. I straddled her chair, without touching her. I looked down at her mouth between my pale breasts and I pushed my saliva out from between my pursed lips. It trailed down in a long strand to her mouth. We were connected by it. I wanted to kiss her, but knew I couldn't. The strand stretched and broke, along with the spell. "You can close it now," I said, wiping my lips. I fed her some more stuff: mustard, mayonnaise, potted meat. She was chewing slower and slower, doing her best to put it away. Her cheerleading outfit was stained with bits of food and drink. I was in a sexual haze; my juices were streaming down my thighs. I wondered why she didn't say anything, because she could surely smell my scent. "Please Jill," she said. "I'm full. God, I feel like I'm going to bust." "Come on Mandy, you can't stop now. Just a little bit more." "I'm serious," she said, belching loudly. God, it made me want her even more. "If I eat any more, I'm going to spew." I rubbed her belly. It was tight as a drum beneath her too small outfit. "No wonder," I said. "You're wearing all these tight clothes. Here, let me help." Things were going to another level and I was helpless to stop. I reached down and grabbed the hem of her top and pulled up. "No, please," she begged. I didn't listen. I raised it over top of her breasts and released it so that her large orbs were pressed down and out the bottom of it. Her fat half-dollar-sized nipples were full and erect. Her stomach was bloated and pushed out on top of her small skirt and bottoms. "Did the poor little piggy eat too much?" I asked, gently rubbing her belly. She answered me with silence, refusing to acknowledge I called her piggy. "Awww, the little piggy is so full she can't even talk," I said, moving my hands down to her waistband. "Maybe piggy needs her tight skirt taken off so she can breathe." "No, please," Jill said, closing her legs tightly and struggling against her bonds. It was too late. I had already started; her struggles only serving my efforts to remove her skirt and bottoms. It was then I discovered why she didn't say anything about the odor of my arousal. Her blonde little slit was opened and dripping wet. I smelled the scent of her arousal and fear, and it spurred on my own lust. "I believe the little piggy has a secret." I grabbed her knees, spreading her legs. "No," she whined, helpless to resist me. The pink lips of her sex opened and a drop of her clear nectar leaked from her narrow slit. "This little piggy is all wet," I said mocking her. "Please," she begged. "Please don't tell anyone." "Tell anyone what?" "Y-you know," she said, closing her legs. "No, tell me," I said. "Open your legs piggy and tell me that piggy is wet." "Oh God," she begged, spreading her legs. Her hips flexed from her arousal. "P-piggy is . . .wet," she gasped. She was getting off on it. I didn't care; I was getting off from her getting off. "Don't worry," I said. "We Fike girls got to stick together don't we piggy?" She nodded her head silently. I got out two more scarves and tied her knees to the chair legs. Then, I turned her chair around so that she was facing the table and I got out a pack of hotdogs from the refrigerator. I took a weenie out and teased her sex with it, going so far as to slap it wetly against her clit. She gave a little grunt with each wet smack. "Squeal for me piggy," I said. "Squeal you porky little pig." She didn't squeal so much as give a high pitched whining grunt. It was clear she was near orgasm. I stopped, smelled her aroma on the hotdog, and gave it an experimental lick. It was pleasant. I licked it clean, sat down on the table and fucked myself with it. "Open your mouth piggy," I commanded. I traced her lips with the hotdog, but she refused to open them. So, I started to slap her face with the weenie, taking particular care that most of the blows landed on her full lips. "You must like this piggy, otherwise you would open your mouth." "Please don't make me do this," she begged. "It's been in my privates." "Maybe it hasn't," I said, whispering in her ear. "Maybe I fucked myself with it. You'd like that wouldn't you piggy?" "You're lying," she said, but she stopped moving her mouth away from the hotdog. I teased her lips with it and drew it below her nose so she could smell me. "Listen," I said. "I'm taking another weenie out right now. I'm sitting on the table with my legs spread wide. I'm placing the weenie at my opening -- the opening to my pussy. I would like to push it in, but you have to open your mouth first." "Y-you're not naked," she said. I gently slapping her cheeks with the weenie. Her lips were parted. "I'm naked and wet, my little piggy-wiggy," I said huskily. "Open your mouth. Taste my juices." She opened her mouth and I pushed the weenie in. She sucked it clean. "That's it, taste my pussy." I pushed it in and out, fucking her mouth with it, at the same time I fucked my cunt with the other hotdog. The one in her mouth finally broke, so I pushed it all in. "Eat it," I ordered her. I took out the one I was fucking myself with and fed it to her. "See how wet it is piggy. See how wet you've made me." She was moaning as I fucked her mouth with the new hotdog. Her hips bucked as she tried to get off on the chair. I don't know what possessed me, but I took out a carrot and pushed it in my ass. "I just stuck a carrot in my ass piggy," I said. "Do you know what I'm going to do with it?" She shook her head. "Don't", she begged, already figuring it out. "I'm going to make you eat it." "No, please," she begged. "Yes," I said. "And you'll beg me for it my porky little pig." The hotdog in my cunt grew flimsy. I took out another, fucked myself with it. Fucking her mouth with the two used ones. "I'm going to cum soon piggy. I'll make you cum too, but first you know what you have to do." She moaned around the two hotdogs. I could feel my sex spasm in pleasure. "You better tell me soon little pig, you better tell me before I cum." "Please," she begged. "Please what, piggy?" "F-feed me," she begged. "The carrot." "Tell me what piggy wants." I felt my orgasm welling. "Tell me now goddamnit." "P-piggy wants -- pi-piggy wants the carrot." Her chair squeaked as she pumped her hips and my own orgasm fell upon me like a tidal wave. I snatched the carrot from my spasming ass and pushed it into her mouth. My hand was a blur over my clit. "Oh fuck piggy, I'm cumming. I'm cumming watching you suck it," I cried. "Suck it piggy, suck that fucking carrot." My orgasm was so overwhelming, I fell to the floor, kissing the inside of her calve as I came down from my orgasm. Afterwards, I untied the scarves holding her in the chair, not bothering to get up off my hands and knees. I pulled her down with me, took the carrot out of her mouth and kissed her passionately. Her lips parted and she moaned around my probing tongue. I wanted to make her cum for me. "Turn around and get down on the floor, bitch," I said, as I pushed her down on her hands and knees in front of me. I reached my hand around and found her sex. "Pig," I said, grabbing her roughly, owning her body. "This is how you like to be fucked, isn't it?" "Yes," she moaned. My fingers sped up their pace. She pushed her ass back against me. "That's right," I said. "Pigs like to get their ass fucked when they cum, don't they?" I pushed the carrot against her tight crater. She moaned, but I didn't penetrate her. "Fuck it if you want it," I said. "Fuck it pig." She grunted and pushed herself back against my hands. She gasped at the penetration. "It hurts," she gasped. I spat on her tight rosebud. "Fuck it," I said. "Fuck it piggy." She hunched back again and gave a long groan as the carrot slipped home. "I'm going to make you cum now piggy," I said. I stopped pleasuring her clit, moved next to her, but still held the carrot. We were side by side now. "Look at me piggy," I said. "Look at my eyes." She did. Her ruddy cheeks were streaked with tears and her eyes were glazed over. "Tell me where you want the carrot when you cum." Her face winced, but she still held my eyes. "Please-please-please," she begged. Her body began to jerk. She was cumming. "Stick it in my mouth- my piggy mouth." This Little Piggy Illustrated I jerked the carrot out of her ass with a pop and pushed it into her mouth. I spooned behind her on the dirty kitchen floor and pleasured her sex with my hand which she kept trapped between her thighs. She hummed around the carrot and her hips pumped against me -- she was cumming. She trembled, she shook, and she moaned so loudly I feared the neighbors would hear. Finally, her body slowed. "Oh God -- oh God, I can't believe that just happened," she said, wiping tiny trails of tears from her eyes. I pulled her sweaty mop of blonde hair out of her face, and kissed her plump lips. "You better go to my bedroom and put something on," I said. "I'll clean up here." I discarded the old food containers and wrappers, took the trash bag outside and threw the evidence away. I was in the kitchen mopping up the mess on the floor and counter when I heard her in the bathroom. She was sick. I hurriedly finished up the kitchen and when I opened the bathroom door, she was lying there on the floor, wearing one of my shirts and nothing else. I gave her a glass of water and held her head above the toilet. I was filled with shame about my actions that night. I hugged her tightly. "Amanda, do you remember when I tried out for the cheerleading squad?" "Yes," she said. I didn't know if I could tell her the truth, but somehow I managed. "Someone told me what you said about me." "Jill, I'm really sorry about that," she said. "Just-please-please don't tell anyone what I did tonight." "Let me finish Mandy," I said. I lifted the shirt she was wearing and ran my hands along her naked back and the curve of her ass. She didn't pull away. "When you came to the sorority I wanted to get you thrown out. Tonight wasn't part of the initiation; it was revenge." "Let me go," she said struggling against me. I held her tightly by the hips, pressed my face tightly to the inside of her stomach and kissed her. She spun around and I moved lower, her blonde curly hairs tickling my nose, as I pressed my lips to her vulva. She was still wet. "Stop it," she breathed. "Please stop-I-I hate you. I hate. . . " But, her legs opened for me. The taste was sweet. She was mine. "Do you forgive me?" I said, pulling my mouth away briefly in between kissing the delicate pink folds of her labia. "No." It was a weak no. "Do you forgive me, my little piggy?" "No -- please stop," she gasped, her hips bucking involuntarily. "You do forgive me, don't you?" "yes," she gasped, trying unsuccessfully to press my face into her sex, but I resisted her. If I was going to do it, it would not be on her terms, but mine. "Kiss the toilet little piggy," I said. "Turn your head and kiss the dirty bowl." She turned her head to the side. Her face was drawn up in a grimace of disgust. She kissed it. She gasped. Her face relaxed and her tongue stabbed out and licked the side of the porcelain bowl like a long lost lover. It was the most decadent and erotic thing I had ever seen. "God," she gasped. "Don't tell. Please don't tell." "You forgive me, don't you little piggy. My little piggy girl." I attacked her clit with my tongue. She spread her legs wide, grabbed me roughly by the hair and pulled my tightly into her sex. "Yes-yes-yes," she screamed. "God help me, yes." *********** If you enjoyed this work, take a moment to email the author. Your comments are their only payment. Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.