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From: LorrinMurray@aol.com (Lorrin Murray)
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Subject: {ASSM} <Dulcinea> Private Recipe by Lorrin Murray
Date: Tue,  5 Jun 2001 07:10:02 -0400
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Private Recipe
By Lorrin Murray

"What are you making?" he asked, walking into the
kitchen.

She was bent over a mixer, a small glass jar in one 
hand and a metal spoon in another.  She turned and 
smiled.

"Cookies."

He stepped behind her and wrapped his arms around her 
waist.

"Mmm. What kind of cookies?"

He began nuzzling her neck.  She squirmed.

"Oatmeal. Now look out or I'll put too much cinnamon 
in."

He grinned. "How much is too much?  I notice you don't
have the recipe book."

She looked over her shoulder at him and stuck out her 
tongue.  "I know it by heart.  It's a private recipe."

"Oh," he said. "Can I help?" He settled his hands upon
her hips. "Maybe I could baste or something."

"Ha," she said. "You don't baste cookies."

"Really?" he said.  His hands moved up her body.  Soon
they were cupping her breasts.  She leaned back into 
him.

"What about kneading?" he said. His hands were tender
but firm.

"Mm," she said, "Yes, cookies need kneading."

He ran his palms lightly over her nipples, which 
hardened quickly into small stiff nubs, pushing out 
against the thin cotton of her shirt.

"Are there going to be raisins and nuts?" he said. His
fingertips tweaked the nipples through her shirt.  
"When do those go in?"

"They're already in," she said.  "Now be good.  Let me 
mix."

"You mix and I'll knead," he answered.

He put his right hand on her breast and moved his other
hand down her body to the top of her thigh. His hand
paused and slid over, pressing lightly against the 
zipper of her pants. He moved it lower and then brought 
it up so that it was firm against her crotch.  She 
moaned and pushed herself against his hand.  "Uh uh," 
he said, smiling, and lifted his hand so that he was 
barely touching her.  He rubbed his right hand against 
her breast and moved under to lift it up, still rubbing 
his palm lightly against her nipple. He stroked her 
with two fingers, up and down, over the tight jean 
material. She tried to push against his fingers while 
at the same time dropping spoonfuls of cookie dough 
onto the lightly greased tray.

"Sticky," she said.

"Yes, they're sticky," he said, stroking and rubbing.
"So are you.  Smooth but sticky."

"Sticky," she repeated.

She could feel the bulge in his pants pushing against 
her back.  She stuck her ass out and he stooped 
slightly, then moved toward her, pressing her against 
the counter. Now his hardness was pushing at the seam 
in her jeans, pushing it up slightly and against her 
skin. With one hand he unbuttoned her pants and pulled 
down the zipper. He slid his hand inside the jeans and 
cupped her crotch again, this time with only her 
panties preventing their skin from touching.

"I like my cookies soft and savory inside."

"Inside," she said. A small moan.

"Mmm," he answered, firming himself against her.

"Wait," she said. "I just need to..."

He cupped her mound and gently traced a finger down her
slit.  She moved to the oven and bent down.  The door 
opened.  Heat welled up.  She managed to slide the tray 
onto the rack.

"Listen," she said, quickly twisting the timer, "When 
it bings ... when it bings we have to ... we have to." 
She ground her ass into his hardness

"Yes, we have to," he said, and he slid her underwear
down to her knees, tugging first on one side then the
other, revealing smooth tan flesh. With one hand he
unbuttoned his pants and lowered his boxers.  His cock
sprung out, hard and smooth.

She moaned impatiently, moved away from the oven and
pressed her hands flat on the counter.  He pushed the 
tip of his cock against her, rubbed in slow circles 
until the head was wet with their juices.  With his 
feet he nudged hers apart so that she was spread 
slightly and then pushed his hard penis inside.

He pushed into her and she pushed back.  One of his 
hands rested on her hip while the other reached in 
front of her to cup a small soft breast, then lowered 
to rub her clit.  "Ahh," she said.  Her hips moved back 
at him as he thrust.

"I'm going to baste you now," he said. "I'm going to
baste you and baste you until you're done."

"Yes," she said.  "Ahh, yes, baste me!"

He basted her.  He basted her and basted her.  When the
bing sounded they were no where near done, but there 
was enough left for many more juicy batches.

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