The Bake & Cake Sale.

A work of Fiction written by Sally Forth.


Sammie was eighteen and still lived at home with her mum and dad in Cambridgeshire. She was out of work, having lost her job in the last round of cost cutting at the local factory.

Because of that she had time on her hands, plenty of time, because she also did not have a boyfriend either. She was always popular in school with the boys, mostly due to the size of her breasts that always seemed to be the talk of the class amongst the boys.

Sam had had enough of the shallow small minded boyfriends who dated her only because they wanted to cop a feel of her boobs. While not going off boys completely, she had abstained from dating until she could meet a boy who could see past her 36C figure and love her for her fun personality and open-minded attitude to life.

Her parents had introduced her to their local church, and although Sam had no special religious interests she found the church was a great place for the community to come together for the good of the village. It was at the church meeting she had met Paul.

Paul was seventeen, he and Sam had gone to the same school, but Paul was in the year below Sam, and although she recognized him, he had not really registered on Sammies radar as a prospective boyfriend.

Throughout the spring of 2009, Sam would see Paul at the weekly services, and they often smiled at each other and nodded hello. That day Mr Torridge, the vicar announced a meeting on Monday evening to discuss the forthcoming baking and cake sale to help raise funds for local groups.

On the Monday the church hall was full of people from the various activities the church hosted. Sammie sat at the back of the packed hall and was surprised when Paul sat down beside her and said hello.

Sam replied Hi, how are you but Paul did not get a chance to answer as Mr Torridge started to bring the meeting to order.

He outlined the plans for the Bake and Cake sale, and Sammie was amazed to see the enthusiasm from the halls participants, all the groups agreed to take part, from the mums and tots group through to the womens institute.

Finally Mr Torridge asked for some volunteers who wouldnt be directly involved in the baking to help set up the hall for next Saturday morning.

Sam saw Paul put his hand up, and without thinking she put hers up too.

Good to see we have some younger volunteers, said Mr Torridge. Thanks to Sammie and Paul. Sam looked at Paul with a quizzical look.

I know he said But my father was expecting it

Your father? queried Sam.

Yes, the right reverend Torridge, I am Paul Torridge, his son

Oh I see! Said Sammie, that explained why he had volunteered she saw Paul was blushing slightly and she was not sure if it was from him owing up to be the vicars son, or from the brief exchange of conversation between them.

As the meeting broke up Mr Torridge came over and thanked Sam for volunteering, adding he often found it difficult to get young people involved in the community. Sammie replied it would be her pleasure as she had a lot of time spare on her hands at the moment.

Reverend Torridge told Sammie that she could help Paul set up the bouncy castle outside the hall. Then while the castle was inflating Paul would help her set up the trestle tables inside.

Sammie nodded her agreement and said she would see them at 9.00am on Saturday.

On the Saturday morning Sam was up early. She went into the bathroom and had a hot relaxing shower. She dried off went into her bedroom and looked out her window. It looked like it was going to be a bright sunny day, so Sammie checked out her wardrobe for something nice to wear.

Picking out a pair of pink panties and a matching bra, she slipped the underwear on. Next she looked in her wardrobe and found a pure white light summer dress that accentuated her figure. It had a low scoop neckline, and was quite short she tried it on and looked at herself in her mirror.

Oh, yes I like the look of this! Its light and summery and its quite sexy too, just the sort of look I want to impress Paul she thought to herself. Brushing her hair and applying a little makeup Sam winked at her refection in her mirror.

You Look So Sexy she thought to herself.

Ten minutes later she was walking up the steps to the church hall. Going inside she saw Reverend Torridge and Paul in the kitchen, inside the huge walk in style refrigerator checking the cakes and pies that had already been delivered the evening before from some of the participating community groups.

Paul stared at Sam as she walked in, it was obvious he liked what he saw, and blushed furiously at Sammies "Hello".

Ah Sammie, I am glad youre here early, I was just about to explain to Paul, so now you have arrived this is what I need you to do.

This fridge contains some of the exhibits, they are all labelled with the name of the cake maker and the group they belong to, you just need to lay them out on the tables, and make sure the label identifies the owner and group.

Right, no problem Rev Sammie said, nodding at Paul who was still staring at Sams cleavage.

"Er OK" Paul finally managed to splutter as he realized he father had stopped speaking.

Remember the exhibition opens at 2.00pm so please make sure we are ready to open the doors. I meanwhile will be at the local hospital checking up on my parishioners so I will see you later, added the Reverend.

It took them almost an hour to get the bouncy castle anchored to the ground outside, all the while the bright summer day turned darker, as deep rainclouds filled the skies.

Then Spit Splat heavy rain started to fall, slowly at first, turning steadily into a torrential downpour.

Both Paul and Sammie were soon soaked to the skin. Paul shouted above the hammering rain that they would have to put the castle inside the hall, and erect it there as it was looking unlikely it would cease for some time.

Sammie worked tirelessly despite not having a coat, her white dress clung to her body and legs, and she occasionally saw Paul snatching glances at her as they pulled up all the pegs they had just laid.

It took them just ten minutes to drag it back inside the hall, and while Sammie dried her hair on a towel, Paul tied the four corners down to the radiators along the wall. Sammie soon noticed the super fit body on Paul accentuated by his soaking wet shirt clinging to his chest and back.

Within a few moments Paul started the electric fan pump and slowly air began to fill the huge castle. Sammie watched as the castle begin to take shape.

Paul now started to pull out the six large trestle tables and place them a few feet in front of the castle. As soon as one table was up, Sam covered it with a tablecloth, and put the groups signs out Mums & Tots this one read.

Pretty soon all the tables were up, and ready to accept the cakes and pies from the fridge.

Paul now was ferrying in the cakes and pies while Sammie laid them out in tidy arrangements, making sure to write the makers name on the little cardboard tags beside the offering.

Paul looked at his watch, it was 11.00 am, not bad everything was done and the castle was almost fully inflated. Paul grabbed two cans of cola, and offered one to Sam who took a long swig as they sat down to catch their breath.

Behind them the drone of the electric pump continued to force air into the castle. Paul looked at Sam, and asked her the last time she had been on a bouncy castle.

Sam laughed and said it was probably ten years back. Paul smiled and said, well come on then, he slipped off his shoes climbed up on the big yellow castle, Sammie giggled, slipped off her shoes and joined him. Paul started to make light jumps, and as he landed Sammie found herself being pushed up by the expanding castle floor.

They were enjoying themselves immensely and taking turns to do somersaults. Paul was beginning to show off to Sam, and tried a double somersault. He miss judged it completely and landed flat on his back. He came down with such force that he bounced clean off the castle onto the church hall floor, where he promptly rolled into a trestle table leg collapsing it at one end.

Sammie watched in horror as the creamy collection of neatly arranged pies and cakes on it slid in slow motion down the slope and landed one by one on Paul who was lying dazed by the collapsed table.

Oh Fuck!! was all she heard Paul say as the first strawberry gateaux hit him square in the face, soon his soaking wet blue shirt was covered in white cream and fresh fruit.

He gathered his breath and looked up at Sam, who was bent double in laughter.

Sam saw Paul wipe cream from his eyes, and then she saw him scoop up a big handfuls of cream from the hall floor.

He jumped up on the castle as Sam drew back into a corner in a crouch position with her hands above her head.

Noooooo she squealed as Paul released his creamy load from his hands. It landed with a splat on Sams head, and then slid slowly down the low scoop front of her dress.

Sam felt the cold cream slip down between her breasts, she tingled inside as it coated her cleavage.

Oww you bastard she squealed and jumped off to get her own supply of cold messy cream.

Paul sat on the castle floor, as he watched Sammie scoop up the remains of a very large lemon meringue pie. she piled the creamy mess from the floor onto the battered pie casing, and climbed back up onto the castle.

Paul sat there looking at her, daring her almost!.

Sam balanced the pie on one hand, as she undid his shirt buttons, where upon she slid the creamy content inside the shirt and slapped her hand on the casing bottom causing the cream to splatter over his chest and stomach, covering them completely.

He laughed aloud as she rubbed the cold cream all over his chest.

He so wanted to return the favour and smash a creamy pie down into the depths of Sams cleavage, but he did not have the courage.

Instead he picked up Sam in his arms and jumped down on to the floor, unfortunately he lost his footing on the slippery cream, and he and Sam tumbled headlong into another table.

Custard pies rained down on both of them. Paul grabbed one that still had a lot of custard in it, and aimed it into Sams face.

The pie disintegrated and cold custard dripped slowly down her chest as Paul watched fascinated by her attitude to the custard coating she had just received.

Her white summery dress was soaking wet from the rain and now stained from the custard and fresh strawberries that had been splattered on it, but Sam was actually laughing, and he joined in laughing along with her.

Sammie tried to stand up, but lost her balance in all the slime and fell on top of Paul, he tried to break her fall as best he could, and as a result they found themselves lying face to face in the mess.

Sammie looked in Pauls dark brown eyes, and she saw the wide eyed innocence of the vicars son.

In a split second decision Sammy started to kiss Paul full on the lips.

Paul, returned her kiss, and slowly edged his tongue into Sams slightly parted lips.

Their lips locked together as they enjoyed the moment. Paul rolled Sammie over till she was on her back, and then slowly his hand rubbed up her cream covered leg.

Sammie felt it brush her thigh, and then onto her waist, all the while the kissing remained solid, their eyes closed.

Pauls hand eventually made its way onto her left breast, and he felt Sam's sudden intake of breath as it gently squeezed her soft breast flesh beneath the sodden dress.

Sam now edged her hand down the back of Pauls jeans, and stroked his firm backside. It had been a while since she was intimate with a boy and as a result of today she was dam well turned on.

POP, POP, POP, was all she heard as the three buttons fastening her dress front were ripped off by Paul.

Her tanned flat stomach was exposed, together with her bra that strained to contain her breasts.

Paul smiled down at her, and then yanked at the hanging table cloth causing a chocolate cream gateaux cake to fall from the table, and land cream side first onto Sams tummy.

Sam did nothing instead she watched as Paul pushed the remains of the cake over her body, and chest.

Gaining in confidence Pauls fingers tried to release the front catch of her bra, after several attempts Sam smiled and with one hand released the catch, and laughing at Pauls frustration at not being able to do it.

Paul bent forward again and began to kiss her.

His lips crushing hers with the urgency of his frustrations, then Sam felt Pauls hand peal back her bra exposing one of her golden orbs that lay beneath.

Custard, chocolate and cream merged together as his hand roamed over the now naked breast spreading the cold, but delightful mess into her boobs.

Sam felt Pauls palm rub over her nipple, and she shuddered as it hardened to his soft silky touches.

He ran his fingers though her long dark hair spreading custard down it, and all the while they continued to french kiss deeply.

When he did break off the kiss, it was only to start to kiss Sams left breast.

She felt his lips suck her nipple into his mouth, he tasted the creamy custard and fruits with which it had been covered in moments before.

His other hand had by now made it all the way up her right leg, and onto her thighs, and then Sam felt a sudden rush of warmth go through her body as it slowly circled the front of her panties stroking and rubbing the area gently with his long fingers.

Suddenly they froze at the sound of the outer doors being opened. Looking at each other like frightened rabbits they jumped up, and Paul grabbed Sams hand pulling her to the fire exit in the rear of the kitchen, they picked up their shoes, and got out just as they heard Pauls father cry out in shock at the destroyed tables of cakes and pies.

Leaving the exit door wide open, they run for Pauls house 25 yards across the grass strip that separated the church and vicarage from the hall.

Lucky for them everyone was out the front queuing to get in, and no one saw the two custard soaked figures beating a fast retreat.

They dove into the vicarage and Paul guided Sam up to the bathroom, stepping under the shower fully clothed they continued to kiss passionately as custard and cream ran off their bodies and down into the shower cubical drain.

As Sams dress gradually became clear of mess, she slipped it off, and stepped out throwing it onto the floor, her bra was undone still, and she eased it off her shoulders. Paul could now see Sammies boobs in all their glory, and he nuzzled them with his warm soft mouth.

Pauls shirt was next to go, ripped open by Sam, who ran her hands over his chest, fingering his small nipples till they felt like sharp needles.

Next Sammie undid the clip on his jeans, and edged down his zipper. She could feel his breath in hot rasps on her neck as her hand traced over his penis inside his underpants.

She bobbed down and helped Paul ease the wet jeans off. It was quite a job as they stuck to his legs. As he stepped out her gaze landed on the bulge inside the soaked underpants.

In a quick movement Sam hooked her thumbs in the waistband and yanked them down. His penis was fully erect, and almost hit Sammie in the face as it sprang into a 45 degree angle to his body.

Closing her eyes, she took the tip into her mouth, and licked round the exposed glands. Paul shuddered as her sucking got more regular and urgent.

Looking down Paul saw Sam still had on her pink panties.

He pulled her up and then grasping her knickers he let them slip down into the warm water that was building up in the shower cubical.

His fingers found their way into Sammies slit, first one, then two, he rubbed it up and down gently squeezing her clit between his forefinger and thumb while Sam moaned softly at the touch she had been missing for so long.

Lets go to Bed she whispered to him.

Paul picked Sam up and carried her to his bedroom.

He lay Sam down on the bed, and then locked the door.
One thing was certain, there was no way he could stand another coitus interruptus from anyone trying his door until his own needs had been satisfied.

His duvet was soon soaked as neither of them bothered to dry off preferring instead to begin a round of boisterous sexual acts on each other that culminated in full sexual intercourse.

Exhausted they lay together in each others arms wondering what they were going to say to Reverend Torridge.

Paul gave Sam a tee shirt to slip on, and a spare pair of his jeans, she looked good although without a bra her nipples were prominently showing though the thin material.

They gathered the wet clothes from the bathroom, and Sam put hers into a carrier bag to take home to wash. Together hand in hand they walked back to the hall, this time entering it from the front door.

Reverend Torridge was inside doing his best to clear up the mess. Two out of the six tables had been knocked over, leaving cream cakes and pies all over the floor.

He looked up at Paul and Sammie and asked if they had seen anyone hanging around the hall when they left.

With solemn faces they both said no, and asked him what had happened.

Pauls father then explained he found the mess when he walked in, and the rear door wide open, and that he wasnt sure if kids had got in and caused the damage.

Paul and Sam offered to clear up the cream and custard on the bouncy castle, and climbed up armed with mops and buckets.

Of course as they walked on the slippery surface Sammie lost her footing and landed flat on her back in the custard and cream again. Paul helped her up, and giggling like kids they started to mop up.

When they finished the Reverend was busy trying to explain what happened to the annoyed exhibitors as they were arriving to have their cakes judged.

Paul told his father he would take Sam back to the vicarage to allow her to shower off the mess.
Looking at the state of Sammies T-Shirt he nodded OK, and thanked them for their help in clearing up.

On the way back to Pauls Sam asked where his mother was and Paul told her she was in London to visit her sick mother, so they had several hours of uninterrupted fun time alone before the Reverend would be back.

Once inside Pauls house they examined the contents of his fridge, and found some fresh cream.

Paul found two jars of clear honey in the cupboard, and some pots of homemade strawberry jam.

Sammie found some tinned rice pudding and two cartons of ambrosia custard.

Pauls eyes lit up when he found a large size tub of chocolate spread, and while Sammie took the spoils up to his bedroom, Paul went into the garage and fetched the plastic decorating sheets.

Paul spread one over the soggy bed, and then they laid out their ammunition.

They sat on the bed and began to kiss. Soon they were getting very worked up, and Paul desperately wanted to see Sammie's boobs again.

He pulled Sammies Soggy T-Shirt up, and over her head, his hands cupping both her breasts in the process. He dipped two fingers into a pot of strawberry jam, and smeared it over one nipple.

Her nipple was coated in the sticky jam, and Paul lowered his head to it to taste its sweetness.

Sammie got Paul to remove his shirt, as she spread jam on his chest, licking it with her tongue to spread it about.

As her tongue flicked over Pauls nipples he felt an uncontrollable urge to put Sam on her back, and empty the honey jar over her other boob, as he did so he heard her moaning softly as the honey slowly coated her breast.

He massaged the sticky honey well into her body, and soon felt his penis twitching violently inside his jeans. Jumping off the bed, he released it from the tight confines of his jeans.

Dipping the end of his cock into the second honey jar, he offered the sticky prize to Sam, who greedily took it into her mouth tasting the sweet honey and the warm salty taste of his penis.

Paul was now undoing Sams jeans, and pulling them off her legs. She had no panties on owing to the fact hers were still lying in a carrier bag soaking wet from the morning fun.

Paul decided to use the chocolate spread, and fashioned what looked like a pair of pants over Sams hairless pussy. She squirmed as his fingers spread the cool chocolate over her, and Paul made sure her clit got an extra thick coating.

He asked her to lay still as he finished his Art Project and Sammie was more than happy to comply, closing her eyes in anticipation.

She felt Pauls hands smearing something over her head, and from the smell she thought it was probably lemon curd. She was right, Paul spread it though her long hair, and then down over her face.

He kissed Sammie on the lips as he finished his decoration, and their bodies rubbed together spreading the chocolate, honey and lemon curd all over each other.

Pushing Paul onto his back Sam now coated his cock in rice pudding, his cock twitched violently as Sams fingers worked the creamy rice into his balls and thighs.

Turning her attention to Pauls hair, she picked up the double cream, and turned his jet black hair a creamy white. Streaks of cream ran down his face as the whole pot was emptied onto his head.

Not to be outdone, Paul pulled Sammie down onto her tummy, and proceeded to coat her back in custard, it seeped into the cheeks of her arse, and met the melting chocolate already covering her hot pussy. The second carton he poured down her long sleek legs and made sure her feet and toes were well covered in the yellow delight.

Sammie could take no more. She pushed Paul flat on his back, and climbed up onto his cock, which slid effortlessly into her lubricated pussy.

She raised and lowered her hips, almost to the point the head popped out of its warm hidey hole, and then plunged back down with such a force Paul had trouble catching his breath.

Slowly and steadily she built up the rhythm as Pauls penis pistoned in and out of her. As their bodies met on the down stroke she could hear the slap of flesh on flesh, even with the sticky messes covering their bodies.

After a while Paul took control, and rolled Sam onto her back. He had both her legs hooked over his shoulder giving him unhindered access to her sweet glistening pussy.

Slipping back inside her, he pumped hard and she squealed as her orgasm flooded her body, seconds later he came with such a force that Sam screamed aloud.

Sexual desires satisfied they spooned together in the custard covered bed, and began to plan their next adventure.


The End
Sally F. November 2011