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MATURE STORY #8
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Story Name: Crisco
I
never thought working in the kitchen was a great girl
getter, but after last weekend, I am completely convinced.
I went down to Santa Cruz on Friday to visit a childhood
friend on Christmas break. Carol and I basically grew up
together, as I lived down the street from her until 10th
grade. We never hooked up, aside from some early "doctor"
experimentation. Not that I wouldn't have! Carol is quite
attractive and exotic (she's half Philippine), with dark,
lush hair and a pouty mouth. She definitely gets her
looks from her mom, Sandi, who even at 45 turns heads.
Sandi has beautiful, voluptuous hips that beacon like a
siren when she wears high-heels.
Carol's mom and dad met when he was stationed in the
Philippines, and he is ten years older than her mom. He
is often away on hunting trips around Christmastime, and
this season was no different. I have to admit, when I
lived down the street from them, Sandi was the first
woman I found attractive, and I could never understand
why Carol's dad spent so much time away from the house.
At least some of the reason why I hung out with Carol was
due to Sandi.
When I got to their house, exhausted from a drive of stop
and go traffic, Carol and Sandi rushed out to help me
unload the 2 bags I had with me. Carol had been
recounting all of the adventures from her semester, and
was visibly flushed from the excitement of being home.
Sandi looked as if she hadn't aged a bit since my
sophomore year of high school, and embraced me warmly as
she always had. This time, though, a slight shiver ran
down my back as my hand touched the small of hers and
beginning of what had to be the ideal female derriere.
We sat in the living room for the rest of the evening
catching up on the past year's happenings. Carol was
going to run some errands on Saturday, and visit a couple
of her girlfriends, and Sandi mentioned that she planned
to bake cookies. Given the option of hanging out with
Carol's gossip corner or baking cookies, I wisely offered
to help Sandi with the baking. Not that I knew anything
about cookie baking, but Carol was getting up early the
next day and I was in need of some sleep. After a
goodnight hug from Carol and Sandi, I retired to the room
they had set up for me and fell asleep as soon as my head
hit the pillow.
The next morning, I awoke to the smell of cookies and
realized I had slept in until 11. I came out showered and
dressed to the kitchen to find Sandi in a silk robe
kneading dough. With each press, her robe briefly flitted
open to reveal a lacy black bra. I hadn't even had
breakfast and I was already thinking about something else!
Sandi greeted me: - How's our sleepy boy this morning?
Carol left about an hour ago, and I didn't want to wake
you for the first set here. If you want, you can take
over kneading here. I'm getting sore wrestling with all
of this dough, and I could get you a cup of coffee and a
sample from the first batch while you work.
As I took the dough, Sandi lightly took my hand and
pressed firmly into the dough. - This is the kind of
pressure you need to apply. -Do you feel that? She asked
as her breast briefly gave my back a tingle. - I think I
can manage, Sandi, I practically whispered. -Good,
because after you finish that you can help me grease up
the pans, Sandi said without the least bit of innuendo.
By now, I had all but forgotten about breakfast, and
began working out my frustration on the clump of dough.
Suddenly, Sandi's hand was on mine again.
- Hey, not so hard, big boy. More like this.
With both of her breasts lightly touching my back, she
began to knead with my hands. I by now had absolutely no
grasp on the situation about to unfold. Instinctively, I
turned around and set my hands on her curvy hips.
- Oh, you are a big boy now, aren't you, Sandi said in a
husky voice.
- Sandi, I growled, I have wanted to ravish you and that
incredible ass of yours since the 6th grade.
- Talk is cheap, Sandi countered.
The rest of the conversation was cut short by our lips
colliding in a passionate embrace.
I soaked in her luscious scent while our tongues tangoed
away. By now her hands running down my front, unbuttoning
any button in their path. I began to urgently search for
the tie strings of her robe. After what seemed like an
eternity, I found myself in my boxers with Sandi standing
before me, her lacy bra the only piece of clothing
remaining on her tan body. Her nipples jutted forth,
straining at the lacy material. With my gaze firmly
centered on the bikini-waxed cleft between her hips, I
mentioned that I had not had any breakfast yet. With a
wiggle, Sandi levered herself onto the breadboard almost
squarely on cookie dough.
-Why don't you try my dough? Sandi slyly smiled.
I spied a bowl of icing next to her arm, and a smile
crossed my lips as well. After dipping my fingers in the
bowl, I began applying drips of icing up Sandi's toned
calves and across her thighs. Smiling wickedly, by now, I
began following my trail up both of her legs, alternating
between the two and working my tongue with excruciating
slowness towards its ultimate goal.
Sandi was by now moaning slightly, and I looked up to see
her head thrown back in a lip-biting look of ecstasy. By
the time I reached her almost hairless slit, Sandi's clit
jutted forth in anticipation. With the remaining icing on
my fingers, I began to sensuously coat her vaginal lips
while avoiding her clit. Sandi arched her flawless hips
in anticipation, desperately trying to get relieving
friction to her engorged clit. I was merciless. My tongue
swirled around her labial lips down to the cookie dough
and back up to the hood, never once touching her clit.
Sandi's breath came in little gasps, as she began begging
me to make her come. As her juices began to mingle with
the cookie dough, I finally wrapped my tongue around her
clit while inserting my icing coated thumb into her tight
opening. It was like a dam had burst. All at once, Sandi's
thighs began shaking uncontrollably, and her mouth opened
into a perfect circle. A deep-throated moan began to
emanate from her lips, and the convulsing walls of Sandi's
vagina threatened to cut the circulation off to my thumb.
Her thighs constricted around by ears, until her moaning
seemed like an underwater roar. The whole time, I managed
to hold onto her clit firmly with my tongue.
When I could hear again, and remove my thumb from her
velvety vice grip, I noticed a pool of her juices
glistening in the cookie dough. I looked up to see a
glazed, dazed Sandi staring down at me.
-I have never cum like that before. My entire vagina was
electrified! You've grown to be quite a man.
-You don't even know the half, I said, as my confidence
jumped a notch.
Sandi slid down from the cookie dough, leaving two
perfectly sculpted imprints with her bottom. She caught
my glance and said,
- Why don't you look at the real thing?
As she turned around, I was graced with her small pelvis
swinging around her heart-shaped buttocks, the white
flour traces contrasting nicely with her tan skin. I was
completely entranced. I spanked each cheek lightly, flour
poofs rising with each slap. Sandi grabbed the counter
top, and arching her back, she began to sway suggestively
with each spank.
-Come on, honey, I see your baguette. Why don't you put
it in my oven?
As I approached her enticing backside, with the intent of
sliding into quickly from behind, I noticed the wet
cookie dough on the counter between her hands.
- Let me teach you how to knead dough, before we bake, I
said.
Using her petite hands, I slowly began molding a phallus,
complete with a swollen mushroom head. Sandi continued
swaying her hips, and my own cock began to truly enjoy
being sandwiched between her buns. As our dough phallus
neared completion, I could feel Sandi's wetness on my
balls, and her puckered anus on my shaft.
Out of the corner of my eye, I glimpsed a bottle of
Crisco oil on the shelf beside me. With one hand still
helping Sandi build our dough dong, I grabbed the Crisco
and reluctantly removed my shaft from her buns.
- Why don't you see how our big cookie fits in your
luscious, little pussy, I growled.
I watched in fascination, as Sandi began working the
mushroom head past her hairless lips. As the head
disappeared, Sandi's face registered a sensuous smile of
satisfaction. More and more the phallus disappeared, as
Sandi began to fuck herself in earnest with our dough
dong.
Her lidded eyes opened wide in surprise as I began
pouring streams of Crisco oil down her buttocks. Her free
hand momentarily reached around to pull one of her buns
aside, making a larger channel for the Crisco stream to
find and Lubricate her puckered anus.
-Ah you naughty boy, said Sandi, I know exactly what you
are up to. My husband has never tried that with me.
Her breath caught momentarily as my finger penetrated the
outer ring of her nether hole. Slippery with Crisco, my
finger was quickly up to the second digit and then the
knuckle. Sandi increased the speed of her dildo, and her
shallow breathing audibly filled the room.
-Oh, yeah, put it in my ass, honey. I'm ready for
anything now.
As I replaced my finger with the head of my cock, Sandi
impatiently pushed back, trapping the tip with her
dilated sphincter. I began to push forward, getting
accustomed the delicious, tunnel-like feel of Sandi's ass.
Looking down was almost sent me over the edge immediately.
Here was my engorged cock half engulfed by one of the
most beautiful asses I had ever seen. I quickly looked up
to yet another tantalizing site. Sandi was bent over the
counter, back arched, eyes closed, with a look of intense
bliss on her face. She was biting her lip again, moaning
softly in her throat.
I began thrusting gently, taking cues off the sensual
hues of ecstasy washing over her face. Her arm was
working the dildo at a more leisurely pace now, and I
glimpsed her fingers occasionally straying to her clit.
The whole time, my cock was tightly and completely
ensconced in her anal passage, each thrust a journey anew
into snug, slippery, friction.
Suddenly, Sandi began ramming the dildo past her swollen
pussy lips and thrusting her ass back at a frantic pace
to meet my invading cock. She stopped biting her lip to
announce to the entire block that she was going to cum.
This time, I did not have hearing protection from her
thighs. Sandi let forth a tremendous wail, momentarily
crystallizing my lust and restraint into a fiery haze. I
looked down one last time as my cock pounded into Sandi's
ass, her cheeks reverberating from each impact and traces
of flour bouncing off her tan flanks. My balls let loose
a torrent of semen deep in her depths, a growl escaping
my lips as I gripped her hips with both hands to keep of
falling. I temporarily lost feeling in my legs, and
drunkenly withdrew my member to paint the last drops on
Sandi's quivering ass.
Carol commented on our large cookie later that evening.
-Mom, how did you guys make that? It almost looks like a
snake rolled into a cinnamon bun.
Sandi nodded with a smile.
-He'll have to teach you some time...
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