I put the cake mixtures in the oven and closed the oven door. As I turned back to face you, you threw a handful of flour in my face and giggled. 'Oh really ? You want to play that game ?' I said half laughing. I grabbed you from behind and put my arm across your chest just under your boobs so you couldn't move your arms. I grabbed the bag of flour. I pulled the neck of your t shirt with my mouth and then tipped a load of flour into your bra. Then I released you. 'You git' you said. Then you tickled me on my ribs knowing I would be uncontrollable. As I was tying to regain some composure from your tickling, you pulled at the waist band of my shorts and pants together and poured flour into my underwear. I was blocking the doorway to the kitchen, so you had no escape. You turned your back on me and then I saw my opportunity. I pulled down you shorts and knickers revealing your bum. I got a had full of flour and slapped your bum hard with it. A puff of flour dust rose in the air as I did this. You made no effort to cover yourself back up. You turned to face me and pushed me back against the work surface. You scooped a hand full of butter cream out of the bowl and put it on my cheek. Then you slowly and seductively licked it off my cheek. I put my hands on your bum and squeezed it hard. You stepped out of your short and knickers and left them on the floor. I got a hand full of butter cream myself and spread it on your bum cheeks. Then I knelt behind you and started to lick it slowly off. All of a sudden the playing around had stopped, and we were quiet with just our heavy breathing the only sound. You leant over the work surface with your back towards me. I was still kneeling behind you. I pulled your bum cheeks apart and started to run my tongue up and down. You gave a little groan of pleasure.
You stepped back and thrust your bum at me. Stepping back allowed you to bend over more as well. The different angle made it easy to find your pussy with my tongue. You let out a satisfied sigh and said in a soft voice 'I can never get tired of you licking my pussy'. I had a hand on each of your bum cheeks and I started caressing them, rubbing them gently, massaging them as I carried on licking your pussy from behind. Your pussy juices mixed in with the flour and started to make a bit of a mess. I stopped licking and said, 'hmm something is missing'. I went to the fridge and grabbed the squirty cream. I gave it a good shake and then uncapped it. I pressed the end between your bum cheeks and gave it a long squirt and the cream rapidly filled up your bum cleavage. 'Oohhh that's cold' you said. I put the cream to one side and started to lick away at the cream. I buried my mouth between your bum cheeks and felt the cream go up my nose and some was dripping on the floor. I grabbed the can again and squirted more this time covering your pussy lips. I was licking the cream off you like a man possessed. Within a few moments the only trace of the cream was on my own face, I had licked you clean. 'Oh my God Mark your tongue is going wild...I love it' you said. That was all the encouragement I needed so I squirted more cream over your pussy. The floor was now becoming very wet and could have been a slip hazard. There was your pussy juice dripping down, cream dripping down and flour mixed into it all. I stood up and put my hands on your shoulders and kissed the back of your neck. What you didn't realise was I had slipped out of my shorts and pants and they were now discarded on the floor with yours. My cock was rigid and was looking to be satisfied. I rubbed your shoulders and moved my hips, so my cock was in your bum crack. I squatted slightly until I could feel your wet pussy, longing for my cock, inviting it in. When I felt it, I held your shoulders firm to steady myself and pushed forward talking you by surprise as my cock slid in all the way until my balls were pressing against you. As usual you gave a little sigh of satisfaction as I entered you. 'is this part of the baking process ?' you asked. 'Yes, well it's not only the cakes that need to rise' I said.
I held your shoulders firm and starting thrusting you. I had to bend my legs slightly as the work surface was at an awkward height. You were not quite high enough bent over it, but if you sat on it instead, you would be too high. I carried on fucking you taking long deep strokes. My cock and your pussy complimented each other well. They seemed a perfect match. They had spent a lot of time with each other this weekend. A lot more than I could ever have imagined. My calves were getting cramp now as my legs were bent slightly. I decided to take the lead. I pulled my cock out and you said 'oh' with a disappointed tone. You asked what was wrong and I said I was getting cramp and wanted to try something else. I took your hand and asked you to follow me. We left the carnage on the kitchen floor and I lead you into the dining area. I stopped and pulled your t-shirt off. Then I unfastened your bra and tossed it to the floor. I stood facing you and asked you to put your arms around me and you did. I then put my hands on your bum and lifted you. As I did I told you to wrap your legs around me, so you did. As you did, I pushed you back against the wall. My cock was feeling for your pussy but couldn't find it. You quickly let go of me with your right hand to locate my cock and guide it into your pussy. As I felt that familiar warm, wet feel on my cock I pushed forward. I had my hands under your thighs holding you up and you were holding yourself up with your arms around me and it also helped I had pushed you back against the wall so the force of me thrusting would also hold you up. 'Oooh this is exciting. Please don't drop me' you said. 'No chance' I replied.
