Chapter 0 - Pie See You

 Ellie couldn’t stop blushing as she looked at the table covered from end to end with three creamy custard pies. 


The crust was golden and crisp to a buttery sheen with flakiness that Ellie could see even from well across the room. The custard was swirled around in a tunnel that looked like an upside-down tornado of sweetness topped with a juicy-looking cherry. The center pie had colorful sprinkles sprinkled over its surface. And the others were plain and glistening in the nearby candlelights flicker.


She whimpered and smiled as she spoke to the other women in the room.


“L…loves, what is all this? I thought we were doing some kinky cuffs play.” Ellie said.


A soft hand cupped Ellie’s cheek. This snapped Ellie out of staring at the pies across the room and into the eyes of Ginger, one of her loves and wives.


“Oh I think you know what this is.” Ginger said. “It’s been three years since you came into our lives and we wanted to do something special for your 25th birthday.”


The bed creaked as a third woman crawled to Ellie's other side. She didn't speak much but simply satisfied herself with raining kisses on the bound woman's neck. Then releasing a small rumbling purr in Ellie's ear that made her shiver from head to toe.


“Oh come on V,” Ginger said, “You know how purring affects our wife.”


V shifted until Ellie could see her smiling face. Then she winked at Ginger and returned to purring and nipping at her lover's ears.


“Ohhh god yes…” Ellie said as she shut her eyes to focus on the sensations.


Ellie moaned and wiggled her fingers and shook her arms. The fuzzy cuffs around her wrists softly brushed against her skin. While the soft rattling of rubber-covered chains rubbed against the headboard she'd been bound to. Oh, how she loved when her lovers were in control.


It was almost enough to make her forget about the pies…


…almost.


V noticed Ellie's deepening blush. She kissed her lover's cheek and whispered, "I think you're ready, aren't you?"


Ginger giggled in agreement. Both women crawled off the bed leaving Ellie alone to watch her wives. She purred as she watched the motions of her two favorite women and felt that familiar heat building between her legs. She always found it impossible to focus when her loves were in a mood to be sexy and seductive.


Ginger's smaller runner's frame was bound up in pink lingerie that hung loosely around her slender runner's frame. She gazed at Ellie with contact lenses that showed mismatched spirals of pink and purple. And her cream-colored skin had a light dusting of flour covering her arms and abs.


V on the other hand was short and soft with large round breasts that swung like pendulums as she shook them side to side. Her pillowy figure was caught in lavender-colored lace that hugged her hips and bust with a vice-like grip. Her fingers were crowned in a spritz of whip cream that she wickedly flicked onto Ellie's legs.


“You two havea no idea what this is doing to me.” Ellie said. “I knew you were going to cuff me, but wh…what made you think about the pies?”


Ginger giggled and motioned down the hall.


“Protip love,” Ginger said, “But close your door if you don’t want V to get curious. You know she can be a gremlin!”


V smirked and stamped her foot.


"Hey! That's true but you didn't have to tell the truth in front of my face." V said.


Ginger laughed then turned back towards Ellie.


“Anyway, she saw your laptop was open to a porn site so she got curious. And when she found out what you were into and keeping to yourself, she talked with me. And I liked the idea of fulfilling your fantasy, so we thought to mess you up with pies as we played.”


V blinked and gazed into Ellie’s eyes.


“I didn’t mean to snoop, I swear. I just saw the door was open and wanted to ask you something and your laptop was right there…forgive me?”


Ellie gave V a look. But it was hard to be upset on her birthday. Especially when she noticed the pies on the edge of her vision and the way her shorter love looked in her lingerie.


“I should, but if you’re really going to do this…I can forgive you.” Ellie said.


Ginger grinned and clapped her palms together.


“Good,” Ginger said, “I told V  that before we started she’d have to fess up. And if you said you weren’t in the mood we’d go out for Olive Garden instead.”


“N..now hold up…” Ellie said, “We don’t have to throw that out.”


Both women leaned over until Ellie had a deep view of their cleavage.


She gazed down those valleys and imagined her tongue trailing along their soft tit-flesh. She pictured her fingers tiptoeing up those soft-smooth mounds until they found and pounced on their cute bumpy nipples. Her lips pursed into a cute pucker as if she were suckling on each.


But then a single juicy cherry popped between her lips. She bit down and felt the juices squirt across her lips, tongue, and chin.


“Ignore our titties, love.” said Ginger. “At least until you’ve had your dessert.”


Ellie looked up and gasped just as V splattered her face with one of the pies.


“Oh god…” Ellie said with a shiver.


The custard's sticky sweetness surrounded her every sense. All she could see was white. All she could taste was confectioners sugar and cream. And the smells were a gentle mixture of fresh baked crust, vanilla, and butter. The custard was cool as it roamed down her face, over her throat, and down the front of her shirt. She heard her lover's giggle as loose bits of custard dripped onto the sheets with the softest wet splorch. And all while her pussy burned and drooled with essence as tingles raced up and down her flesh.


Someone pulled the pie tin away. And both lovers licked over her cheeks. Ounces of custard cream and pie crust were scooped up and swallowed and it was driving Ellie past her peak.


She whimpered and moaned as her wives cleaned her up. The cuffs rattled as she tried to break free as if ready and eager to pounce on V and Ginger for a night of hard sex. But despite her body screaming for more, her mind was committed to being her lover’s toy for the evening. A wonderful canvas to be painted in baked goods.


Ellie rubbed her thighs together to try and tickle the need that bubbled between them. Her chest rose and fell as she panted like a whore in heat. And her eyes grew unfocused as a deep crimson flush rose to her cheeks.


Ginger slipped in behind her and dove her hands beneath her shirt. Her dexterous fingers squeezed Ellie's ample bust until small half-moons were pressed where her fingernails dug. The leaner woman shifted until her breasts were pressed firmly against Ellie's back and her lap was snugly fit beneath Ellie's butt. Then she hummed and breathed warm air along the nape of Ellie's neck making her bound wife shiver with delight.


“You’re looking quite done my dear,” Ginger said. “But we still have two pies to go. And we can’t waste them can we?”


Ellie dumbly shook her head. Ginger giggled at her.


“That’s a good wife.” Ginger said. “V, can you bring another pie?”


V grinned and hopped to the table across the room. And it was all Ellie could do to watch the bouncing swish and sway of her lover's big wide ass. She was the softest of the three women and every jiggling motion was a work of art.


On most days she could sit and watch her move about the room without a thought in the world. But it was so hard to focus on the woman as she grabbed hold of the other unsprinkled pie.


As Ginger teased and fondled her wife, V danced and twirled her way down the left side of the bed. She then grabbed the back of Ellie's hair and buried her face between her mounds. Ellie licked and twirled her tongue along that big soft tit-flesh as V giggled with love.


But just as V’s nipple grew pointed and hard beneath her care, V grabbed a fist full of Ellie’s hair, then pulled her away from her breasts.


Ellie leaned her head back ready to beg to go back. But whatever she wanted to say was cut off by the splorch of a pie in the face.


Ellie's mind was lost. She felt as if thrown into a chilly running stream and carried along towards a cascading waterfall. But rather than rocks or dirt, her body was brushed by feathery sensations that ran up and down her flesh before descending to her hot wet sex. Her breathing became ragged gasps for air. Her muscles tightened as she neared that waterfall. And in a loud moaning moment, she flew off that waterfall into an abyss with the dopiest smile plastered on her face.


Ellie’s mind swam as her senses returned to the surrounding confections. Her mind was loose and her limbs were rubbery as she could only conceive of the concept of the custard that dripped onto the sheets and pillows beneath her and Ginger.


She almost missed Ginger’s fingers digging into her breasts. And she only noticed that her panties were missing when she saw V jerk them down past her knees. Then both women leaned in to lick her lover’s face with the wickedest of smiles on their faces.


"Oh dear," V said as she lay down and snaked her lips closer to Ellie's sex. "Is the birthday girl tired? You came so hard just now. And I still didn't get MY dessert."


Ginger slipped out from behind Ellie and crawled towards the other end of the room. She leaned against the table and watched her softer wife's swinging ass as she buried her face between Ellie's thighs. Ellie moaned and hissed as her pussy was licked from clit to folds with a custard-covered tongue swirling shapes deep within.


Ellie shook her head and said, “N…no, I want some more.”


Ginger grinned and bent down to tug her panties down, which released her cock from where she'd kept it tucked until that moment. And the short girthy length sprung up to point to the sky as the lean woman turned to grab the last pie off the table.


"Good love…" Ginger said as she walked behind V and slapped her cock between the softer woman's round butt. "...because it may be your birthday, but your mistresses are still not letting you go until we get off."


V giggled and raised her head.


“That’s right! So be a good girl for your mistresses. Olive Garden later.” V said. She then buried her face back between Ellie’s thighs.


Ginger slapped her cock on V’s big round butt, then made a show of sliding the tip down to V’s folds. Then she bucked her hips, sheathing herself fully within her sexy soft wife.


Ellie moaned at the sight of her two loves pleasuring her and each other. But the vision of beauty didn’t last as Ginger grinned and threw the pie into her face.


