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Baking Time
by Dogtrot (dogtrotfever@gmail.com)

***

Sam and Riley bake a cake, and things get a little... 
messy. (bg, youths, mast, oral, rom)

***

Author Note: If this story is illegal in your state, 
country, province, city, etc, then don't read it. Or if 
you do, don't talk it up. It does feature consenting 
sex between minors, one ten and one twelve. Take it or 
leave it. You've been warned.

***

Riley swiped her finger through the icing and tasted 
it. It could use a little more thickening, but taste-
wise, it was delicious. She swiveled in her stocking 
feet and used her other finger to gather some more from 
the bowl. The finger came forward towards Sam Maxwell's 
smiling face, and his tongue lapsed out to sample.

"Wow," he mumbled around it, "That's really good. 
Honestly- the best I've ever had."

"Glad you like it," she said as she went back to the 
kitchen island to retrieve the bowl of cake batter. 
"Naturally, it's my mother's recipe. She's big on 
cakes."

"I can tell. Can I have some more?" he said with a 
hopeful smile. Riley set the bowl down and gave him a 
dirty look.

"No. It's for my mom, remember? We'll sneak some of the 
finished product when it comes out of the oven."

"Aww."

She laughed and he leaned forward to kiss her, lightly 
and quickly. She tasted chocolate on his lips and 
couldn't help but grin. He was a head shorter than she 
was, and had to stand on tip-toe to reach her, but it 
seemed as if he thought it well worth the effort. He 
kissed her again, this time deeper.

"Mnh." she sighed as her hand went back and knocked 
over a whole bag of flour. It spilled all over the 
floor and a big jet of it poofed outwards onto Sam's 
face and shirt. He coughed and sputtered and fell back, 
waving his hand in front of his face.

"Sorry! Are you alright?"

He coughed again, and a little cloud of the stuff came 
from his mouth. He blinked and made a face, and 
suddenly giggled. She couldn't help but do the same, 
and they fell into fits of laughter, each clutching the 
counter top. When it subsided, Riley looked up at him, 
wiping a tear from her eye. His clothes were absolutely 
covered in flour. He looked down at it with a frown.

"That's a problem, right?" he said.

"Right. You could never go home to your mother looking 
like that! It's even in your hair. Let's clean up the 
mess, and then we'll wash your clothes, okay?"

"Okay." he grinned.

They went to the pantry and retrieved a broom and 
dustpan, and Riley began to sweep it while Sam held the 
pan. Something about the way his tongue stuck out of 
his mouth as he deftly operated it made her feel light-
headed. When they had it all swept, he stood up and 
they looked each other in the eyes. A shy smile crossed 
his face, and he shifted his weight from one foot to 
the other. Then he made a face, and giggled again.

"You know," he said with a mischievous tone, "It got in 
my pants."

"Underwear and all?" Riley replied, equally 
mischievous.

"Mmm-hm." he was grinning now and she saw his hand 
reach down to adjust something.

"Well, we'll just have to take care of that, won't we?"

His cheeks slowly turned red, and his ears followed. 
She heard his breathing get faster and more ragged. He 
nodded shyly, fidgeting. She reached forward and took 
his hand, and guided him to the counter. Quickly as she 
could, she poured the cake batter into a pan while he 
leaned over her shoulder. Transferring the pan to the 
oven and setting the timers, she took his hand again. 
He was blushing deep now, still embarrassed by his own 
feelings. They left the kitchen and went down the hall 
into the laundry room. She closed the door behind them, 
and he leaned backwards against it, playing with 
himself through his soiled pants, unable to stop. He 
was breathing fast now, his eyes transfixed on her as 
she stood in front of him.

They kissed against the door, and she felt an erection 
against her leg, jumping in anticipation. Like a Jack 
Russel terrier! She squeezed it, lightly.

"Ohh!" Sam gasped, his face in awe of her. His hands 
went down to his waistband and pulled his pants and 
underwear down in one motion. It jumped out, bobbing up 
and down, and her hand wrapped around it.

"Oh, Riley." was all he could say. And, to his utter 
shock and surprise, she brought her head forward and 
brought it into her mouth. Wow- it was warm, and her 
tongue ran over every part of it. He gasped sharply, 
and his hips bucked forward in an involuntary manner. 
She went backwards, then forwards, then back again and 
pulled it out. His breathing was ragged, and those 
green eyes held love beyond any she'd ever seen, even 
in movies.

"Riley?"

"Yeah?"

"I really, really, really like you."

Words weren't needed, so she went forward again. It 
slid effortlessly inwards, resting on her tongue. His 
head went back against the wall, and he moaned softly. 
She continued to suck it as he slid to the floor, his 
hands on her shoulders. He began to buck into her 
mouth, making little "Mnh!" noises.

"Ohhh... uhh!" his hands ran over and over her back, 
clenching and unclenching them.

She went faster, bobbing up and down on it while she 
swirled her tongue at its base. She felt it throb in 
her mouth, jumping as he slid it inwards and outwards. 
Soft moans came from his mouth, and his chest heaved in 
quick motions.

"Don't stop... don't... don't stop." he seemed to 
almost be pleading with her. She had no intention of 
doing so, and she sped her motions. His breathing was 
extremely fast now, and she could tell he was close to 
climax.

"Ah... oh, I... I..." and then she felt his erection 
stiffen in her mouth, his body following short suit. 
His hands clenched the sides of her head, and he bucked 
forward one last time.

"Ahhhh!" he cried and his cock jumped once, twice, 
three times, spasming with his body as he experienced 
orgasm for only the second time in his life. "Ohhhh." 
he sighed and was very still. She pulled her face away 
and looked at him. His eyes tilted upward, he sighed 
happily and relaxed in deep contentment against the 
door. Riley reached into her own pants and played her 
hands over herself, forcing an involuntary moan. Sam 
looked into her eyes and must have seen the longing 
that was there, for he reached forwards and pushed his 
hand down next to hers, massaging.

"Oh God." she leaned back against the carpet. Her hand 
came out and went to her breast, rubbing it furiously 
through her shirt. Sam leaned forward and took one of 
her fingers in his mouth, tentatively at first, and 
then all the way. He recoiled slightly from the taste 
of her juices, and mumbled.

"It tastes funny."

"Oh, Sam, that feels so damn good!"

"It does?" he still looked awed.

"Yes. Oh, God, yes!" and her hands went to her jeans 
button and undid it. She kissed him deep, feeling his 
hand rub her pussy. The jeans came off, and her panties 
were next. She yanked off her shirt as quickly as 
possible, and her bra as well. Sam gasped in wonder. 
She guided his head downwards to her nipple, and he 
suckled it in, gently fondling it with his tongue.

"Uhhh." Riley closed her eyes and moaned. She pushed 
his head upwards and he smiled softly.

"Put your mouth on it."

"What? Your..." and he hesitated for a moment, "Pussy?"

"Yeah."

"Where?"

"At the top, and use your fingers inside."

"Okay." he whispered, and went downwards until his 
mouth met with her clitoris.

"Ohhhh. Shit, ohh!" she felt his tongue lick back and 
forth, slowly at first, and then faster. He gripped her 
thighs and set in, licking furiously.

The pleasure was exquisite. It was better than anything 
she'd ever felt, better than her first orgasm, better, 
even, by a very short margin, than it had felt to have 
Sam inside of her, sliding in and out. It spread 
rapidly, shooting up her spine and causing a shiver to 
follow. Soon, her legs shook and her chest heaved. Her 
hands massaged her breasts in circles, her heart 
pounding in her ears.

She moaned loudly and pushed the back of his head into 
her. His nose rooted around in her pubic bush as his 
tongue became increasingly aggressive. His hand came up 
and three fingers went inside of her.

"Aaahh! Unhh. Sam, don't stop. Don't stop."

His muffled reply came as she felt a fire rise within 
her, spreading to her breasts, inside where his little 
hand slid inwards and outwards, outside where his 
tongue enveloped her clit. She could feel an orgasm 
building, rushing outwards from her stomach.

"Sam.... oh, Sam, I'm gonna cum, I'm... I'm... ohhhhh, 
I'm cumming!" and she went rigid against him, her legs 
jerking and her whole body spasming in climax. Juices 
flowed outwards onto Sam's face and hair, squirting 
into his mouth. "Ahh!" she moaned with the pleasure, 
and then felt the spasms begin to subside until they 
stopped. She fell backwards, panting heavily. She 
looked up weakly at him and saw him on his knees, 
furiously stroking a returned erection.

She reached forward and put her hand on his. After 
about five seconds, he went stiff and his head went 
back as he had his second orgasm, his hips moving back 
and forth.

"Ohh." he sighed and then collapsed against her, his 
wet face on her chest. She smelled the oily scent of 
his hair, and all was very, very still, except for 
exhausted panting and afterglow. They lay on the floor 
for several minutes, their faces to the ceiling and 
their eyes closed. It felt good just to hold him, and 
he did likewise. Finally, after they had both caught 
their breath, Riley whispered in his ear.

"That was great, Sam."

"You were too." he replied and snuggled closer.

She looked up at the clock on the wall. The cake would 
be done in about ten minutes.

"Sam... we probably need to get cleaned up a little."

He propped himself up on both elbows, his chest on 
hers, looking her in the face.

"Yeah. Want to... um..."

"What?"

"Shower... um, together." He seemed a little sheepish.

"We had sex," she teased him, "Don't you think we can 
take a shower together?"

And he smiled and fell against her again. After a 
minute, they pulled themselves up on the doorknob, Sam 
clutching her side. His limp penis hung between his 
legs, bouncing around. Riley giggled and took his hand, 
opening the door and guiding him into the guest bath 
several feet away. Together, they climbed into the tub. 
Sam turned on the water and manipulated the knobs until 
the temperature was right, activating the shower head 
when he was done. Hot water played over their bodies.

Riley took the tube of shampoo and squirted some out, 
and then handed it to him to do likewise. When he had a 
sizeable glob in his hand, he used in on her chest and 
upper body. At the same time, she used hers on his 
face, neck an shoulders. Progressing downward, the 
washed each other. She soaped up his penis and gave it 
a good washing, and she heard him laugh. They did each 
other's hair and then got out and dried off with Mrs. 
Granger's soft blue and green towels.

Drying his hair and face and lifting the towel, she saw 
that he was grinning, and they kissed. After several 
minutes of gathering up clothing and shaking out Sam's, 
they were each dressed and clean. Riley heard a soft 
beeping and Sam followed her down the hall back to the 
kitchen. The noise grew louder as she approached the 
stove, and she reached forward to turn off the timers.

The cake came out perfect- just as she had imagined the 
best cake to be. She checked the clock- they wouldn't 
have time to try any after all. It was alright- he 
could probably have leftovers some other day. But it 
didn't seem to matter to him- he was positively beaming 
with happiness. Why should it? He already had his 
present. They kissed one final time.

"You should go. My mom will be here in... about ten 
minutes. And my Dad won't be far behind. Trust me, you 
don't want to meet my Dad in these circumstances."

"I don't think my parents'd be too happy if they came 
home to that, either." he giggled as she walked him out 
into the foyer and opened the front door. Outside, the 
sun was setting and the sky was afire. Sam walked a 
ways down the sidewalk and then turned to look back.

"Same time tomorrow?" he asked with a hint of 
anticipation.

"I wouldn't miss it for the world."

"Great! Well... bye." he waved back as he turned to 
head back to his house.

"Oh, and Sam-" she called after him. He turned once 
more. "Thanks for the sugar."

"Any time." he said, and winked, before continuing down 
the walk and disappearing behind a street-side 
hedgerow. Slowly, with a smile on her face, Riley 
closed her door.

END

I'd MUCH appreciate it if you'd email me at: 
dogtrotfever@gmail.com to tell me what you think of my 
story.

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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