0 comments/ 8877 views/ 2 favorites Chris's Creamy Cookies By: Chris7sw This is a story that just came to me one day as I was chomping on a lovely Dark Chocolate Brownie and my mind just began wandering... There's a lot of gay stuff here but also a bit of lesbian loving and plenty of plain fucking, not to mention enough humour to at least cheer you up, I hope! Five guys (one queer) and three ladies! And hopefully a successful story! 0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0 My family had been in the biscuit-making business for generations, our lineage disappearing into the distant past. We'd had our ups and downs and right now we were having a bit of a downer. Basically our biscuits or cookies had fallen out of favour but I guess that happens if you stick to the same formula for too long, which is what we'd done. I'll blame my parents actually - they'd got stuck in a rut and perhaps to get away from the problems they took a trip to somewhere in Africa - where they caught and succumbed to some disease, leaving just little me to continue to run the crumbling business. Fair enough that it wasn't their fault that they died, but they could have chosen somewhere closer to home. Instead, I now had the added financial burden of getting their bodies back to Britain for burial but I managed to get things done and eventually all there was left to do was to sort out the finances. The only relief was that my parents had already safeguarded their little empire. As I was their only offspring, the whole lot was left to me; their house, the bakery and the business, such as it was and they'd had the foresight to put the whole lot in Trust for me some years ago, so instead of owing the Taxman a mint, he had to make do with a pittance. Considering the state of our business at the time, that was just as well. So I was left to pick up the pieces; to keep the business going and to perhaps even find a way to begin to make a profit. It took a fair while for everything to settle down once more and it took me even longer to get used to being the head of the business...but there were some things that just didn't change, thank heavens! The first was an early morning meeting with our van driver and loader, whose workspace was out the back and who was responsible for ensuring that our produce was delivered in good condition and in good time. He also looked after our stock, our goods in and out and the delivery van and he kept the place clean and tidy too. So it was he who I always saw first thing in the morning; he who always got my morning drink for me. "Morning Chris," Joe yelled across the car park as I pulled in on the dot of six, "All ready for you!" I was always ready to him too and I waved cheerfully. "You right then Joe?" I asked as usual and was greeted by his usual thumbs up signal. "Sure thing!" he called back with a smile. Soon I was mounting the steps to the loading bay and heading across the despatch room to his office. "Fit and ready?" I asked as I entered his office and approached his desk and Joe nodded and smiled broadly. Joe was all ready for me; that was for certain, as he stood there in front of his desk. He'd already undone his belt and trousers and as I approached him, his trousers and boxers fell to the ground revealing his rock-hard foreskin-free nine inch cock in all its shaven glory! I sank to my knees before him, busily undoing my own trousers as I knelt, my spare hand coming at once to wrap around his rigid shaft; my mouth to settle over the firm purple knob. "Oooooh that's good," moaned Joe as I worked on his penis, "Thank heavens you're still here Chris - dunno what I'd do without you." "You'd have found someone else," I said, lifting my mouth from his penis for a moment, "Can't keep a good cock down!" "Wouldn't have been the same," Joe replied, "You've got that touch; the way your lips hold my cock; the way your tongue excites me - hell, I don't know of anyone else who can deep-throat me either!" Actually I don't know how I learned how to do that; just practice I guess, as I'd been sucking him off for the best part of five years now; pretty well ever since I left college at 19 to join my parents' company. "Do you want a deep-throat suck off then?" I asked and Joe rolled his eyes with pleasure so I set to work. By now my own penis was rampant and throbbing as I wanked it; I'd be all ready to give Joe his morning drink too! Joe's cock was just the right shape for deep-throating; it had a slight downward curve in its eight inch length that just followed the line of my throat and now I let it into my depth for the first time today. His slick penis briefly locked against the back of my mouth before I got my breathing right and my throat ready and then he was in - sliding deeper and deeper. "Oh fuck," moaned Joe, "You're so fucking good! Your throat's so tight; let me move in and out a bit...oh God, yesssssss!" Eventually I had to pull back and his long penis emerged from between my lips all slippery with my saliva and probably with a fair amount of his precum too. I took a few breaths before once again allowing his cock to invade my lips; lips that I now kept really tight around his cock until he was well embedded again. Now I began to work on him in earnest, using my lips, tongue and one hand, until Joe put his hand on my shoulder to stop me. "Getting close," he moaned, "Do you want it in your drink or just in your mouth?" "In my mouth today," I said, redoubling my efforts to relieve him of his load, "You can have mine in your cuppa." "Ah cheers boss," groaned Joe, then hissing his words, "I'm almost ready; won't be long now!" "Come on then, any time," I replied just before I sank his cock back into my throat. His impulsive thrusting threatened to completely impale me on his iron shaft but I kept his thrusts under control, despite the increasingly erratic and random jerks and quivers he was making. "Ah, ahhhhh, cumming," groaned Joe, "Get ready...here it issss!" Seconds later his penis became ramrod stiff as it pumped a massive wad of spunk straight down into my stomach. I pulled back to allow his penis to empty the rest of its load in my mouth; so that I could really enjoy the mouthful of flavoursome sticky stuff. He always gave me a good drink in the mornings and this was just what I needed today; a tasty bit of inspiration, perchance! I stood up after I'd licked his penis clean, my own eight inch penis stiff, reddened and swollen and all set to unload. "Was that ok, Joe?" I asked, as I always did and as usual Joe smiled happily as he tucked his cock back into his trousers. "Fantastic, boss," he said, "Just the job. Right - hang on, let me get my mug!" With that he trotted to the staff tea stop as we called it, where there were all the necessities for a cuppa as and when needed and returned with his big pint mug. "You hold it," I said as I returned to tossing myself off, "You felt so good in my mouth today that I'm all worked up. Won't be long before I'm there..." Quickly I worked my hand up and down my cock, feeling the excited sensations shivering in my groin making my penis jump and ooze. More rapid work with my hand and I was there! "Bring it here, quick!" I groaned and Joe closed in and held his mug over the end of my cock as my last few strokes brought me to a climax. I groaned and felt my first offering squirt into the mug; the second I actually heard splash there while the third and fourth eruptions continued to fill his mug. Eventually I'd finished and Joe took his mug and looked in it. "Not bad," he said, "Good load - my chocolate's going to be all creamy today! Thanks boss!" "More than welcome Joe," I said as I tucked my cock back in my trousers, "Swap over tomorrow, maybe?" "Sure thing Chris," Joe replied, "I'll have a big load for your chocolate too, I hope." "Another tasty one too, I hope?" I said, licking my lips. And then a thought entered my mind; the taste of his cum had been a bit different and even more tasty than usual. "Hey Joe," I asked, "What did you eat yesterday; anything special or different?" "Now you come to mention it yes, we did," he replied, "The missus bought us a lovely ripe pineapple at the market and we had a couple of slices each last night, well, I had more than a couple actually." "I wonder if that's what made your spunk so tasty just now?" I asked but Joe didn't have an answer. "Could be," he offered, "Could be...dunno what else..." "Well don't worry about it Joe," I said, "You get on with your work and I'll do the worrying." "Sounds good to me," replied Joe, "Don't care for having to worry too much." I left him to his chores while the thought drifted through my head, but then, having reached my office, the concerns of the business overtook such ruminations. Mind you, sexual thoughts continued to stir my mind - I was incredibly fortunate that our workers were all so horny and all so sociable! Between us we made a damn good team; no-one ever got really jealous and we all swapped according to our desires; how often could even a husband and wife team say that? Yes - we were a fucking good team - all of us fucked and sucked each other whenever sex raised its head, and I encouraged it! It certainly did our bakery staff morale no harm at all! Managing eventually to clear my mind, I settled down to deal with some supply problems and to compose some letters to potential customers and time flew by. Before I knew it, Mitch, my devoted secretary was there with my mid-morning tea. "Ah cheers Mitch," I said as I sipped at my nice hot cuppa, "Just the job. And how are you getting on these days?" Mitch (Michelle) had split from her husband some months back and seemed to have her on and off days of late, but today she seemed fine. "Much better," she replied cheerfully, "All thanks to the guys in the mixing room!" Those guys were Barry; big butch Barry; little Simon, a rather subservient fellow and Tim, a full-time tosser if ever there was one! "Oh, you've got in with them have you?" I asked, "That's great - I bet they keep you busy!" "Sure do!" she said cheerfully, "Anyway, better be getting back, it's their break too and they'll be missing me." Mitch closed the door behind her and I wearily stood up from my desk. Had I got the energy to go and spread some bonhomie; to spend a bit of time with them? Oh come on - yes - why not! Anything better than just sitting behind this bloody desk! And anyway it was break time; time to stretch my legs, I decided. I left my office and wandered down the building to the room in the bakery wherein the mixer was housed; a huge open pan device some six feet across that 'churned' the biscuit mix to the right consistency. It had been there for generations; my dad always used to say it did the mixing better than any new machine could, although I thought it was simply a financial decision not to replace it. But as I arrived at the mixing room, the mixer itself was far from my mind, because there were my workers, all keeping themselves very busy indeed. Mitch had obviously moved quickly once she'd left my office because here she now was with her skirt raised over her back, her knickers missing and with Barry pounding her pussy from behind with his almost lethal weapon. And on the other side of the room, Tim was being sucked off by Simon - I couldn't even see his seven inch cock at all, it was embedded so far down Simon's throat! Barry's cock was surely the biggest thing attached to a human body I'd ever come across; he must have been all of eleven inches long and enormously thick. He was circumcised, which only served to enhance his big plum-like knob and like all of us he was shaved clean. No way did I want there to be any pubes in our biscuits! "Hi Chris," yelled Tony, causing everyone to look round, "Do you want a suck?" "Not right now," I called back, "Catch you later...just came down to see how Mitch was getting on." "I'm getting on fine!" said Mitch, her back end visibly pushing back against Barry's thrusts, "Getting just what I needed!" "Good, good," I enthused, "Don't let me stop you then." "Couldn't stop me now," moaned Mitch, "Oh God - definitely can't stop nowwwww!" And with that she was off on a knee-trembling orgasm that positively shook the mixer she was bent over as Barry's powerful thighs and enormous prick stuffed her pussy completely. "What about you Simon," I called out, "How are you feeling? Have you recovered ok?" Simon lifted his head from Tony's cock and smiled at me. "Yeah, I'm fine now, I can sit down quite easily," he replied, lifting his face from Tony's penis, "Barry was a bit on the large size even for me though." "Serves you right for being greedy!" I said laughing, "Stick to someone your own size." "Had to try him, didn't I," said Simon ruefully, "I couldn't let Barry down, could I? Not when I'd promised him..." At that moment there came a howl from the coupled pair at the mixer and I turned my eyes to see Barry getting into his final strokes. His hips were fairly hammering his massive penis into poor little Mitch's pussy - she'd need a fair bit of tender care before she'd be able to take him again, I thought. "Cummmming!" Barry roared and with one last thrust he froze, and I could tell even from where I stood that Mitch was getting well and truly loaded; filled to the very brim and overflowing! And Mitch was off again, wailing through another wild and wonderful orgasm, all thoughts of her ex-husband well behind her now! For a few minutes thereafter, silence descended before Tony began to huff and puff. I allowed my eyes to swivel back to the pair as Tony reached his climax. "Ahhhh - yeahhh Simon, here it cums," he grunted, "Ohhh fuck - yessssss!" I saw Simon's cheeks bulge with the generous outpouring of Tony's hot cum; I saw a spurt of his spunk squeeze from the corner of Simon's mouth as Tony overloaded his mouth and I saw Simon's throat move as he swallowed the first mouthful. Then his hand started to move up and down Tony's shaft to extract the last few drops of cum; delicious hot slippery cum that Tony was so good at producing so often. "Good load?" I asked Simon and he stuck his thumb up to me and winked lasciviously. "Always get a big load of cum from Tony, don't I?" he said, his hand still around Tony's prick, "And he's so damn tasty!" I watched my happy crew separate and troop off to the washroom - it was so good to see harmony and accord among my workers...if only some of their enthusiasm could be spread to our customers... I left the now empty mixing room and walked down to the ovens where Sally and Jan worked; the pair of them were stalwarts to me, great workers with real enthusiasm for their job and deep loyalty for my company, thank heavens. I'd be lost without such great workers, I realised. And underneath, a thought had resurfaced. 'Why is it that Tony was so tasty, according to Simon? Or is it just that he likes the taste of spunk?' And why was Joe so fruity too?' I wondered, almost aloud, but then my mind was captivated by the scene before me. Sally and Janet were a pair of very comely twenty-something year old sisters who lived not far from the bakery; I'm sure they were here as many hours a week as I was. Mind you, getting away from their rather oppressive father was enough reason to be here, without any encouragement. But I don't blame them wanting to be here anyway - I did my best to make the place feel 'homely' and friendly and these two were certainly making the most of those attributes and benefits. They'd laid some cushions on the floor and they were there, lit by the glow from the oven and both completely naked in a wicked 69 position, Sally underneath and Jan on top; her head raised as if to howl like a wolf as Sally worked away on her pussy from below. I felt my penis rising as I watched them pleasure each other; Jan now ducking her head between Sally's widespread legs to settle her mouth over Sally's beautifully bald pussy. I heard Sally scream as Jan attacked her clit before Sally returned the compliment and fastened herself onto Jan's pussy. Finally they saw me and a couple of hands waved vaguely towards me as I ran my hand over my growing bulge. "Hi Chris, feeling frisky?" said Sal and Jan laughed. "You'll have a job getting at Sal," said Jan, "But my pussy's right here for you if you like!" Who was I to refuse such an offer and immediately I started to undo my trousers. A few moments later and I was stripped and settling in place; my knees just above Sal's head, my eight inch erection thrusting forward as if searching for a home. Sal lifted her head up and licked my balls before returning her lips and tongue to Jan's pussy. "I've made her nice and wet for you," she said just before her mouth clamped onto Jan's clit once more. And she was wet and so slippery too and there was that fantastic aroma of a sexy well-aroused cunt rising to my nostrils; she smelled good enough to eat and for a moment I did indeed wonder if I should go down for a mouthful, but my penis had other ideas. "Coming in," I said to Jan, "You ready for me?" "Always ready for you Chris," she groaned, "Get him in me soon, I've got a big orgasm coming and your cock will be just the thing to help." I pushed my knob between her lips and allowed him to bathe in her juices before I leaned forward a little bit more, feeling my slippery flesh slide smoothly over her highly lubricated lips and into her hot little hole. "Oooooh, Chris, yesssss," moaned Jan as my length slid deeper and deeper into her, "Yeahhh, ooh Chris, you fill me perfectly!" Without any more words I began to fuck her, steadily sliding in and out of her slippery tunnel, loving the feeling of her hot flesh gripping and sucking at my cock. Her vagina was all action; fingertips of muscles were pulsating and caressing my rod deep inside, sending waves of pleasure up and down my spine. I upped the tempo, now beginning to slam my cock into her, while beneath us Sal, unable to keep her lips on Jan's clit now, was strumming Jan's clit and pussy with her fingers instead. Jan was getting well into this now; her hips were thrusting back at me and she was letting out howls of pleasure from time to time until suddenly she shook all over. "Oh my God - I'm cumming, cumming!" she cried and although I couldn't see it happening, I really did hear her spraying Sal's face with her girlie cum, squirt after squirt as I pounded my penis into her pussy. "Oh nooooo, not again!" she cried as she spasmed again and I felt Sal's head, up against the underside of my cock as she homed in to the source of Jan's fluids, "Oh no - that's too much! That's wonderful - oooooh I'm still cummmmmming!" And this time it was her whole body that was cumming as an enormous orgasm crackled through her, tearing her apart like lightning and she just fell to pieces! Sal was making spluttering noises as she tried to breathe but right then Jan's quivering legs collapsed, squashing her pussy down onto Sal's face and I just about had the presence of mind to drop my hips and follow her down or my cock would have been unseated. But as it was I was able to go with her and just as well as my own orgasm, probably triggered by Jan's exciting responses, let go. A few more wild thrusts and I was there; pumping vigorously into Jan's depths, filling her pussy to overflowing with my contented spunk. Sal was still spluttering beneath us, slapping at my thighs and groaning before I understood and lifted my hips somewhat. "Sorry Sal, forgot you had to breathe!" I said, chuckling. I looked down and Sal's face appeared to one side; a face liberally covered in my spunk but equally soaked in Jan's juices. She blinked her eyes and was able to shake her head enough to clear her eyes so she could see me. She was smiling happily as she licked her lips. Chris's Creamy Cookies "Cor, that was a good 'un," she said, "I saw your spunk gushing back from her pussy; looked just so good - but it was Jan who amazed me". Jan now came up from her mind-shattering orgasm and looked over her shoulder. "Did I cum?" she asked and we both told her that she had. "Not just cum, but really cum - you soaked me!" said Sal and we all disengaged and sat there on the floor, "Didn't know you could squirt!" "Nor did I," said Jan, "But it felt damn good...better learn how to do that every time!" The sisters happily smiled at each other, their hands holding tight - what a great pair of workers! "Hey, you haven't come yet, have you Sal," said Jan, "Come on, we've got ten minutes before we're due back at work." And with that the pair settled back down in the same position as before. "Don't mind me," I said as I started to pull my clothes on, "I'll leave you to it!" "Cheers boss and thanks," they both called before settling down to their work, Sal's to clean up my spunk from Jan's hole and Jan's to bring Sal off. With their happy cries echoing down the corridor I headed back to my office, my tea break over. I sat back at my desk to re-immerse myself in the struggles of making ends meet while erotic images of pussies and cocks swirled through my mind instead of recipes and figures. 'What the fuck can I come up with; I need something to get things moving again,' I thought, to no avail. The only thing to get moving was my cock, but I told him to settle down; he'd had his oats at least until later! 'Fair enough' I mused, 'Our biscuits are excellent; they're well baked; they're tasty; they feel right; they look good and they're priced right - so what's missing?' I blew out a long breath as useful thoughts evaded me - and time passed. Suddenly it was lunchtime and I shook my head; I must have almost dozed off at my desk. Things were down in the dumps... With nothing better to do for an hour I decided to wander down into the town. It was only a small town so it took just a few minutes for me to be there, immersing myself in the activities of the main thoroughfare and at least taking my mind of my troubles. And it wasn't long before I realised that I'd walked into the new street market area - a scheme devised by our local council to reanimate our town, which unlike most of their schemes, actually seemed to be working. Great stalls full of produce from near and far greeted my eyes and nose; some exotic fragrances drifted around as well as more usual smells of an everyday marketplace. Somewhat dreamily I strolled along and then I spotted someone I knew; it was Joe's wife, Betty, busy buying some fruit and I caught her eye. "Oh hi Chris," she said cheerfully, "How's life? Busy?" "Could be worse," I said drearily, "I need some ideas..." The stallholder handed her a large carrier bag and some change and we moved to a slightly quieter position. "So what's your problem then?" she asked, her eyes all concerned. I'd known Betty and her parents for ages so I felt I could confide in her, at least in part, so I told her some of my woes. "Oh you poor dear," she said with feeling, "Oh I don't know what to suggest...but I'll tell you what, ever since I started to buy some of these new fruits and things, Joe's been like a new man - he's full of it, if you know what I mean!" She winked her eye at me with a big smile on her face. "Perhaps that's what you need - something exotic to get you going." And immediately that awoke that little seed that had been dwelling in my brain; not that I could tell Betty! "Yeahhhhh, perhaps you're right," I said, "Thanks for that idea, wonder if it might work?" "No harm in trying anything," she said, patting my arm, "You never know what might be just the thing." And with that we parted and I strolled back to the bakery, now with a bit of bounce in my step at last. Hope was shining in my face at last. I went straight down to the loading bay and there was Joe as usual, just signing off an incoming load of supplies. I smiled broadly at him and waved him over. "Yes boss, I mean Chris, what's up?" he asked. "You busy for half an hour?" I asked and when he shook his head I said, "Ok - come up to my office when you get a chance then." "Sure thing," replied Joe happily, "See you in ten." Less than ten minutes later Joe was seated by my desk with a quizzical look on his face. "Joe," I began, "I happened to meet Betty today and she was buying some fruit; some foreign stuff. I'm all in favour but seeing her do that made me think..." "Think what?" said Joe, his eyes still full of wondering. "It made me think that it's all that fruit that makes your cum so tasty," I said, "So what fruit do you particularly like?" "Ahhh - now I see where you're heading," said Joe, "Well I loved that pineapple but we've also had some mangoes, some papayas, oh and some of those kiwifruit not long ago. Don't know which one was best though, I reckon the pineapple probably wins but it's close between pineapple and mango, I reckon." "Good," I said, thinking fast, "Right, tonight, please make sure you eat lots of, let's see, ummmm well since you mentioned them, mangoes instead; leave the pineapple alone and then I'll see you in the morning. I'll give you another nice blow job, ok?" "Sure Chris," he said, his hand moving over his already growing penis, "Sure you don't fancy a taster now?" "Go on then!" I said, now feeling that perhaps there was light at the end of the tunnel, "Let's make it a quickie though!" Joe stood up and quickly lowered his zip; his lovely penis flopping out of his fly almost immediately. It was only partially erect and it jerked as I sank to my knees before it; my hand soon grasping its length. Moments later and it jerked again, this time becoming completely erect and rigid. I squeezed it and was rewarded by a small trickle of precum which I caught with my thumb. I spread it over the nice big knob, making the purple flesh shine salubriously. For a little while I just ran my fist up and down his length, just enjoying the feel of his firm flesh and the downright lovely feeling of a big stiff penis in my hand. I looked up at Joe's face and smiled. "Pineapple last night, mango tonight!" I said as I pulled his penis towards my open mouth. "Yesssss," groaned Joe as my lips grasped his cock, "Yesss, definitely!" Quickly now, as my mind was now full of exciting thoughts I started to wank him off; my hand and mouth working in unison to bring him to a peak as soon as I could. All I wanted to do was to discover more about his flavour and for that I just needed his cum... ""Wow Chris," groaned Joe, "Won't be long - you're good today, hot stuff!" I rubbed his cock faster, using my tongue on the underside of his knob to titivate him until finally Joe started jerking his hips at me. "Almost...," he moaned, "Almost, coming, coming - yesssss, here it cums!" I grabbed his buttocks to pull him to me; there was no way I intended to miss a drop, nor was he going to pump it straight down into my stomach like he did yesterday either. I wanted to taste every molecule. Soon my mouth was filled and I held a hand under my chin to catch the overflow; his fourth cascade of cum assuring me of that. "Oh fuck, that was good," groaned Joe as I pulled his penis from my well-filled mouth. I smiled but my concentration was on the taste of his generous slippery viscous mouthful - and definitely I could taste the pineapple, in a wildly subtle way; almost an imaginary taste rather than anything really strong. I could just imagine that flavour in our biscuits, although I fully realised that umpteen other biscuits tasted of interesting flavours, including assorted fruits. It wasn't going to be as easy as all that... I swallowed my mouthful eventually and licked up the pool from my palm, loving not just the taste but just Joe's spunk itself - he really did produce some excellent cum! "Great stuff," I told him, "Thanks Joe - just what I needed!" Soon he departed and I settled back to work, now searching for suppliers of fruit essences suitable to add to our biscuits. Perhaps if I blended several fruits together I might come up with something unique...and for once I felt aroused and ready to do battle with the business world. I'd got some tools to play with that might just help; then I thought over my choice of words and found myself laughing out loud. 'I've got some tools to play with alright!' I thought as I cheerfully closed up the office for the night. On the dot of six the following morning Joe and I exchanged our customary greetings and a few minutes later Joe was there in my office again, his trousers and underpants already at his ankles; his cock already stiff and energised. "Had four mangoes last night," he said proudly, "Bloody lovely they were too! Really juicy!" "So you're all nice and loaded for me are you?" I asked and Joe nodded. "I felt like having a wank last night, you'd got me all worked up but I told myself no - and even when the missus suggested a bit of fun I said no," he said, "I promised the first load for you, so help yourself!" "Good on you, Joe," I said as I leaned forward and engulfed his knob. Even now he tasted good; fresh and almost fruity; no nasty stuff - just good clean cock and precum. I began to rub his shaft while I let his penis slide deeper into my mouth before settling into a nice action; my hand moving smoothly on his flesh while my lips and tongue worked hard on his shaft and knob. Already he was leaking profusely; already I could feel the juddering of his nerve controls firing randomly as he neared his orgasm. "Won't be long," groaned Joe, his hips thrusting his cock at my mouth, "Ooooh, I want to give you such a big load." "Mmmmmm," I moaned round his penis, my taste buds already anticipating his tasty offering. ""Here it cums," he groaned, "It's quick - gonna cummmmm!" Seconds later his first gush of sweet cum sprayed the back of my mouth; moments after that a second wad hit my tonsils. There was a brief lull before two more jets completed the filling of my oral cavity; although somehow I managed not to spill any this time. "Ohhhh fuck," groaned Joe, "That was so quick! Never cum quite that quickly before!" With a final lick of his lovely still-hard penis I stood up and slowly let his cum slide down my throat, tasting each and every drop - and yes - I could taste mangoes, without a shadow of doubt! "Joe - it worked!" I said excitedly slapping him on his back, "Mangoes, definitely!" "Oh that's so good Chris," said Joe, "Great blow-job; great discovery too! Hope it helps." "Just fantastic," I told him as Joe pulled up his trousers, "Might be our salvation I reckon!" "Bloody hope so," he replied, all our workers being 'in the know' regarding our perilous circumstances, "Can't afford to lose my job...or my daily blow job!" Soon I was adding mango essence to my shopping list, along with a few other fruity flavours and I relaxed, happy in the knowledge that things were starting to move...I hoped. But it was not to be. We duly added assorted quantities of the syrups to our biscuit mix but to no avail. Yes, they tasted nice and fruity but nothing special - nothing that was going to really wake up our flagging sales. I felt gutted for a while, although I had no alternative but to let business stagger on as usual around me. Needless to say we now had a fair quantity of fruit essence left over and I wondered what to do with it. Eventually, in a moment of wishful experiment I even added a spoonful to my cup of chocolate but although it now tasted nicely of pineapple, it still wasn't 'the thing' I was looking for. I sank into a form of mild despair for a while, only to be jolted out of it one day. That morning Joe and I had met as usual and Joe was now standing there with his trousers around his ankles and his cock at full erection, awaiting my ministrations, but instead of a mouthful, I decided that he could do the work and I'd have his spunk in my cuppa instead - a kind of role-reversal that we undertook from time to time. So now Joe got on his knees while I brought out my weapon; a couple of strokes and he was up and ready for action. Truthfully he'd been neglected for a while so he was really eager to perform today and Joe wasn't about to let me down. Soon his talented mouth was sliding up and down my shaft while his equally skilled tongue was working hard on my knob, teasing the underside and causing me to gasp and thrust my hips at him. And while he was working on me, his other hand was working hard on his erection too. My own mug was at the ready to catch his load; it seemed it had been a long time since I'd had his cum in my morning chocolate - I could hardly wait! With his mouth and hands working on me there was no way I could withstand his assault for long and soon I was panting hard and feeling my cum rising. "Get ready," I groaned, "I'll be cumming soon." "Yeahhhh," he mumbled around my cock, "And me..." Suddenly I felt things burst; suddenly my orgasm exploded, simply blasting my cum from my penis. "Aaaaaagghhhh! I cried, "Oh fuuuuuck!" Suddenly Joe was spluttering and cum was leaking out all round his mouth as I filled him with jet after jet of hot spunk. Equally suddenly Joe stretched out and grabbed my mug and seconds later he groaned and I saw his penis jerking as he pumped his tasty load into my mug, ready for my morning cuppa. We parted, each having a last quick feel of the other's penis before we tidied up, Joe still wiping cum from his chin and cheeks. "Bloody great load, wasn't it!" he exclaimed, "Wasn't ready for all that." "Got a lot off my chest I reckon," I said, "Feel a lot better now. Sorry if I drowned you!" "My fault," he said, "Should have swallowed quicker!" And then he looked at me more seriously. "Lovely taste of mangoes, if you don't mind me saying," he added with a smile! We patted each other on the back before Joe departed again and I wandered over to my little cuppa-making facility and soon my mug was filled with chocolate, liberally laced with milk and with Joe's generous dose of cum. I slumped back in my chair feeling briefly exhausted, while I considered my next deeds. We were quickly running out of time and money and I was in two minds as to whether to go and tell all the workers the latest situation or to see if I could find any last-minute salvation. I supped my chocolate; allowing the taste to suffuse my taste buds - and finding it absolutely delicious! It not only tasted wonderfully creamy but it had a gorgeous undercurrent taste of mangos; a truly exotic, erotic exciting taste that had been somehow enhanced by the processes of his body - and I just knew that I'd found something unique! Not even finishing my cuppa I ran from my office; an almost unheard off action and positively sprinted down the corridor to the bakery. "Fellas, come - come up to my office - now!" I yelled, to everyone's surprise and perhaps consternation and soon my office was filled with people; Joe once more, looking quite bemused as were Barry, Tony and Simon, not to mention Mitch, Sal and Jan. "People," I started, "I think we may be saved!" There was a scattering of muttered comments before I held up my hand to explain. "Cum!" I exclaimed loudly, "That's what's going to save us!" "Eh? What? How?" came various comments and I continued, trying to explain things... "I've done some sort of experiments and we've tried some additives as you know and what is apparent is that if we just add fruit extracts and such to our biscuits then they're just fruity biscuits, nothing more. Agreed?" I waited for a few moments to allow that thought to sink in before continuing... "But fresh fruit imparts a subtle 'something' to cum - the essence of the fruit lingers in a way that no additive can manage and turns that person's cum into pure nectar! And cum also adds a certain something to the fruitiness, it seems to make it all creamy too!" There was a collective gasp of surprise and, from Joe, realisation. Because now I was about to explain about the real secret... "So what we're going to add to our biscuits...is cum - as much as we can!" I said excitedly, "And so to start with we're all going to eat as much fresh fruit as we can!" I let the murmurings die down before I went on. "We'll try a small batch first and we'll concentrate on, oh, lets see...mango first of all," I said, remembering the fantastic taste of Joe's spunk, "So Mitch, you can go out and buy a box or two of mangoes - the market's still open and you can take Joe with you to carry them back." "Ok Chris," said Mitch enthusiastically, "This sounds interesting!" I smiled at her and carried on... "We'll distribute them and you can all eat several tonight...and then we'll see what we can come up with." "Cum up with, don't you mean," said Tony, doing a wanking impression and we all laughed happily with him. A few hours later and we all had four mangoes each to take home; more than enough for our first test run tomorrow, I hoped - I could hardly wait for the mixing to begin! Bright and early the next day I was there at the bakery at six as usual but for once Joe and I would have to wait - there were more important matters for our cocks to be put to! We were both feeling extremely horny simply from the anticipation, I think...but this time we'd have to wait until the rest of the staff began to arrive after eight o'clock. Time crawled and crawled; I even ate most of another mango while I was waiting; I was so on edge with excitement. And so when Mitch popped in to say that everyone had arrived and was now in the mixing room I jumped up eagerly, my persistent hard-on clear to see - and Mitch certainly didn't miss it. "Do you know what Chris," said Mitch, lasciviously as we walked down the building, "I've never seen your cock! I've had Barry's cock and I've sucked Tony's and I watched Joe fucking Sal the other day but I've never even seen yours." She stopped right in front of me with her hands down beside her; causing me to almost bump into her. And that was her intent as her hands came and grasped my erection, feeling its length and breadth. "Wow!," she said, obviously impressed, "That feels good! Can I have him one day?" "If this idea works you can have all you want of him!" I said cheerfully, "But not now, not until after we've made up this trial batch." "Ohhh," she groaned theatrically, "I'll be all frustrated by then!" I slapped her lightly on her bottom and chivvied her on her way and soon we joined the others around the mixer. Thank heavens that Barry had arrived early because he'd had the instructions to load all the basic biscuit ingredients into the mixer and it had been churning away for some time now. Everything was ready...! A cheer went up as the rest of the team realised I'd joined them and I waved my hand happily to signal my acknowledgement and to call for silence while I spoke. "Ok - we all know why we're here," I said, hoping my words to be inspirational, "This is probably the most important day of the rest of our lives, so I want a good performance from each of you." I stopped to see if my words had sunk in before continuing... "I want every man to do his duty; to cum hard and long - right in the middle of the mixer," I said, feeling that I'd added enough gravity to the words, "Any questions?" "How many times have we got to cum?" asked Joe. "Just the once will be enough," I replied, "After that, if you're still up for it, you can cum again if you want to - well, you can do what you like with it!" "What if I can't cum?" asked Simon, "What if any of us get stage fright or something?" Chris's Creamy Cookies "That's what us ladies are for of course," piped up Sally, "We'll be ready to bring you off by fair means or foul!" "So how do we do this then?" asked Barry, his hands already rubbing his penis through his jeans. "How about we all get undressed," I suggested, then I looked at Barry, "So then we'll all be equal; well, some more equal than others!" A round of laughter and approval came back so I started the ball rolling by undoing my trousers and by the time I'd dropped them and my boxers, most of the other guys were in similar states of undress. But I meant undressed completely and it took a little longer before we were all as naked as the day we were born. "Excellent!" I said, "Ok fellas, hard-ons at the ready!" A glance round the mixer showed a lovely selection of stiff cocks, ranging from Barry's massive dong down to Simon's much more modest instrument and I was surprised to see that all the girls had also undressed - completely! "What's this," I asked of Jan, "You only need to help the guys who need help; you didn't need to undress!" "Why on earth not?" she replied shaking her lovely tits at me, "I bet our bodies will revive even the limpest dick and anyway, we might want to have some fun too!" I chuckled as I understood their eagerness and enthusiasm; they were brilliant! "Ok. Anyone not ready?" I said as I looked around. "I'm not," said Tony, "I had a few to drink last night; I can't get him up." "Give him a hand someone," I said and Simon was there first, quickly bending down to take Tony's penis into his mouth. Tony groaned as Simon's skilled tongue worked its miracle on him and in no time at all he too stood with us; his erection pointing skywards as we surrounded the mixer. "Ok," I said, "When you're ready - fire!" Well, we weren't that trigger-happy! Instead there was now a roomful of slapping sounds as our hands worked up and down our shafts as we tossed ourselves off. "Anyone want a handful of this?" called out Barry and in a second Jan was at his side, soon on her knees and taking over to now work on his huge penis with both hands. She had a faraway look in her eyes as she worked on him, her tongue sticking out of the corner of her mouth as her hands moved back and forwards. And suddenly I realised that Mitch was at my side, pushing my hand from my cock. "Let me," she said as she also dropped to her knees, "I want to suck you til you cum." "Oooh yeah Mitch," I said, "That'll be lovely but I'm not going to cum in your mouth though." And her lips were so soft and wet and exciting that for a moment I thought I'd let loose inside her mouth in seconds but I managed to control myself. "Don't waste it!" I called out for fear of anyone else unloading in someone's mouth, "We need every drop!" Just to the side of me I now realised that spunk being wasted in a mouth was most unlikely, as Tony now had his penis well and truly embedded in Sal's welcoming hole. She was bent over holding onto the mixer exactly where I'd seen Barry and Mitch the other day and the whole thing was shaking as he pronged her. It passed my mind to check that the mountings were secure - but the worry soon passed. "Careful Tony!" I said, "Hold it! Be careful!" "Don't worry Chris, I can hold it," he said as he continued to thrust hard, "But I'm really enjoying this, she's got a lovely tight pussy!" Briefly I wondered if Mitch's hole would be nice and tight too but her mouth was doing wonders on my cock and I knew it wouldn't be all that long before I was ready to contribute my essence of mango-laden cum to the mix. Rather to my surprise it was Simon who let loose first. I hadn't been keeping an eye on him but now I realised why he was first - Joe's shaft was stuffed up his arse and Joe was pile-driving his cock into Simon - no wonder he shot off quickly! With a screech, Simon pointed his penis at the centre of the mixer and let loose - three, four, five good strong jets arched over the mixture and splattered down onto its surface. There was a sudden flurry of activity and another screech from Simon as Joe tugged his cock from Simon's arse and rushed to the side of the mixer. He rubbed his erection rapidly for a few moments and then, with a long groan he emptied his balls in the same place that Simon had done. "Fuck, that was close!" he said, panting, "When Simon came off he squeezed me and I nearly lost it up his arse!" We all laughed except Simon who looked somewhat aggrieved. "You wouldn't have missed one load," he said, looking at me, "I would have enjoyed that!" I was next to blast off, just about having time to extract my penis from Mitch's clinging mouth before I erupted. I didn't even need to wank; I just held out my cock and I was away, spraying gob after gob of my hot white cum into the mix. I stood there panting as I watched Tony's hips move faster and faster before he slapped Sal's hip and pulled away from her pretty arse. "Move over," he groaned, "Uuuuhhhh fuck - cumming!" He grunted and let loose, just missing Sal who hadn't even had time to get out of the way, but she still had her uses as she finished him off, tossing his last few squirts into the pan too. Now only Barry was still to cum, Jan was obviously taking her time and making the most of handling his enormous penis. She'd obviously had it in her mouth because her lips were all swollen and wet and her face was moistened too. For the future of the company she seemed intent on giving him the biggest orgasm of his life! As I watched her I realised that even her tits had held his cock as smears of his precum had made her breasts glisten, but his time had come! With a last lick, a kiss and a flurry of her hands up and down his cock, Barry held her still; his features now contorted as his eruption built inside his balls. "Fucking cummming," he cried out and Jan rubbed her hands up and down his shaft vigorously. Barry's first jet almost cleared the mixer; splattering stickily against the far wall of the machine. Jan aimed his penis a bit higher and another salvo threatened to reach the ceiling before descending to puddle wetly right in the centre of the bowl. Barry let out a long quivering howl as another blast of cum sprayed onto the mix, droplets ricocheting in all directions...and then there were just some lesser squirts. Well, to Barry they may have been his leftovers; to a normal person they were still generous cumshots! Awestruck and with all spunk delivered, we all stood quietly around as the machine quietly mixed our offerings into the mixture and I found myself sending up a silent prayer; only time and perhaps divine intervention would tell if our efforts would be worthwhile now. Finally we gathered our senses and began to get dressed, but there was a final act! There was suddenly a shriek that caused us all to look up; a sex-driven shriek that caused the hackles of my cock to stand on end! Sal had crept up behind Jan and now had hold of her, one hand round her waist and the other already working hard at Jan's pussy and clit! "You're gonna cum," Sal mouthed, "We need your essence too!" We all stood there, open-mouthed as we watched Sal bringing Jan off - it was such an erotic sight that none of us could move. Then Jan began to orgasm; a long drawn out affair that Sal was orchestrating, Sal bringing her to a peak and then letting her ease off time after time. Jan was panting hard and crying out with frantic excitement as Sal played with her body...until in a crescendo of action, Sal rapidly strummed Jan's clit and seconds later Jan squirted a huge spray of girlie cum! She actually screamed as she shot - and her second jet of fluid totally cleared the pan and sprayed right up Tony's still-naked torso! "Aaaaahhh," he yelled excitedly, his penis suddenly hard again, "Fuck that - I'm coming over!" A moment later he'd torn off what clothes he'd put back on, crossed the room and had practically ripped Jan from Sal's grasp - not that Sal held her back or that Jan was unwilling! And not a moment after that Jan was on her back on the floor and Tony was on top of her, his hugely erect penis already embedded in her leaky hole. "You did that on purpose," I heard his moan as he hammered his cock into her body, "You've been wanting me for ages, haven't you?" "I always want you," moaned Jan from beneath him, "You're so hot I can't resist you, you drive my pussy crazy!" "I'll send it bloody mad!" crooned Tony, his hips still working hard, "Mad with excitement! Now although we were all very accustomed to seeing various members of staff in sexual union, there was something special about this fuck - this was the first fuck of our new era perhaps - symbolic of a new birth. We all gathered round the rutting couple, clapping and cheering them on as they climbed to the heights of ecstasy and as I looked around I realised that several people were now stripping off again and already stiff poles were on show once more. It certainly wasn't going be all that long before everyone was joining in, by the look of it! Tony at last seemed to be nearing the end of his energetic fuck - we could see his buttocks clenching and pushing as he strove to completely satisfy the sex-crazy Jan. We could hear his breath coming in great gulps as he tried to find the energy to empty his balls once more; this time into his very willing co-worker. And there it was - his orgasm! A long loud yell of success from Tony and an equally long cry of delight from Jan signalled that they'd hit the jackpot; a few more convulsive thrusts; Jan's legs wrapping themselves around Tony and they were both cumming! "Yeahhhhh!" cried Tony, "Here it cummmmms!" His buttocks shook and quivered one last time as they powered his spunk up his penis and deep into Jan's pussy. Jan's arms were out of control; one moment flailing against the floor, the next they were tight round Tony's neck. She was howling animalistic sounds as she climaxed; happy sounds though. She was shivering all over; her breasts, what we could see of them, were shaking like jellies as their passion reached its crescendo. And around them most of us were yelling out to encourage them, cheering them to complete their union; it had certainly been worth watching! Then, with a last scream of happiness, Jan suddenly just collapsed; everything going limp in a moment. Tony too stopped still but Jan was fine; she'd merely passed out momentarily and now she opened her bright, sparkling eyes and fixed them on Tony. "You bastard!" she exclaimed happily, "God - you were fucking good!" "You weren't too shabby either," said Tony, his hips now moving his cock slowly and gently in and out of her abused hole, "You are one hot bitch!" I was pleased for them - they'd fucked the new batch of biscuit mix into existence - it had been mixing for its allotted half an hour and now it was time to make the biscuits. "Come on fellas," I called out, much to the dismay of some who were already getting settled into another round of sex, "Work to do - you can fuck and suck all you like later!" Moans and groans rang out but they all knew how important this batch of biscuit mix was and we watched with growing excitement as Barry and Simon hefted large scoops of mix onto the cutting table. There the semi-automated machine, lovingly it seemed, rolled out the mixture and began stamping out biscuits by the dozen, aided by Barry's strong hands when it faltered. Yes, it was another piece of old machinery but we loved it and it would stay, whatever our fortunes. And soon tray after tray of embryonic biscuits were being carried to the ovens where Sal now presided, Jan not having got her equilibrium back yet. "They look lovely boss," called out Joe and his words were echoed along with other calls of encouragement, before Sal closed the oven door. "right, you can all go away now," she said, "I'll give you a call when they're ready to try." Breathing a sigh of relief, I headed back to my office, suddenly realising that I was still naked from the waist down! Quickly I looked around only to realise that few other were dressed yet; perhaps they'd just been waiting for the biscuits to go in the oven before continuing with their orgy. I smiled as I closed the door on them; I needed to sit down. In my office I collapsed into my chair, feeling that the die was cast; what we'd achieved today would make or break us, but somehow I felt confident. Everyone had done their bit wholeheartedly; I could be really proud of the entire staff. I looked back, in my mind, at the scenes as we'd all ejected our seed into the mixer and I felt my penis stiffen, especially when I reran Barry's huge outpouring and Jan's delectable squirting...and my hand fell to my lap. 'Have I got time to rub one out?' I wondered, although my hand had already decided for me it seemed! I kept my eyes shut as my fist picked up the pace and I was really getting into it when something grabbed my hand and stopped me in my tracks. My eyes jerked open to find a naked and smiling Mitch at my feet, her hands now on top of mine. "Waaaah!" I cried in surprise, "Oh Mitch, where the fuck did you come from?" "Was just bringing you a cuppa," she said, "But finding you like this was excellent, exactly what I wanted!" She stood up, presenting me with her sweet shaven slit topped by a cute dragon tattoo and a very prominent clit, perhaps one of the largest I'd ever seen. Fully two inches long it just begged to be sucked and I wasn't about to disappoint her. I leaned forward and zeroed in immediately, my hands clasping her tight buttocks and my lips clasping her already stiff clit. She tasted sweet and wonderful and yes, there was a very faint but delicious under-taste of mangoes, I realised! Quickly I stood up and in a moment we'd changed places, me on my knees and Mitch with her legs wide spread as she sank back into my chair. I buried my face into her crotch, licking up her slippery juices, my mind already considering ways we could extend our fruity emission tests. Could we perhaps add our secret ingredient to cakes, for example? Could we even patent it!? Mitch wriggled her buttocks as far forward as she could until her bum was barely on my chair and she thrust her pussy up at me. I returned the compliment by settling myself into her pleasure pot; now sliding my stiff tongue into her leaky hole and making her jerk and cry out. I reached up and clasped a breast in each hand, a lovely firm, nipple tipped breast that felt so hard and yet so pliable. I tweaked her generous nipples between my finger tips as I worked on her with my tongue, now sliding it upwards until I met her excited clit once more. "Oh, please, please," she moaned, "Make me cum, suck me Chris, please!" At least I had no trouble in retaining my hold on her clit as her hips jumped around beneath my mouth; at least with one finger up inside her I could now keep her under my control and at least I could help her enjoy my efforts to the full. My supple lips squeezed at her prominent flesh, my tongue flickered over her little hidden penis, my mouth held her tight as I stimulated her. Mitch began to groan as she neared her climax; she was sweating lightly now too and the scent of her lovely body now filled the air around us; the perfume, I was sure, lightly infused with mango as well. But there was no way I could bottle or otherwise capture her aroma; I was too busy anyway, busy holding Mitch down as her hips tried to leave the chair! "Oooooooh cummming," she cried, everything jerking wildly, "Oh God - cummmmming!" Even her legs were flailing around as she orgasmed and now I had difficulty both in holding my mouth to her pussy and in keeping up with her outpouring of sticky, slippery tasty juices. "Oh my God," she moaned again, "Wonderful, wonderful!" Before she could unwind too far I linked my arms around her bottom and lifted her clean out of the chair, eliciting a squeak of surprise from her lips. Quickly I carried her across my room until I could lower her gently onto the big couch by the window; a genuine old 'casting couch' that my granddad had bought during one of his trips to America, many years back. With her legs already spread wide apart I climbed on top of her, my straining penis urgently in need of finding a suitable cave. "Yessss," hissed Mitch, her hips coming up to meet me, "Yesss Chris, bring him to me, put him in me, please!" My cock was leaking madly; I'd already left a small puddle by my chair and now a small stream of precum drooled onto Mitch's pussy as I approached my goal. She groaned deeply as my cock began to slide up and down her slippery cleft, absorbing some of her lubrication and anointing her with some of his too. Gently I let myself fall downwards, my penis seemingly finding his own way to her hole, slotting easily and readily into place. I looked at Mitch's face but all I saw was a huge smile of contentment; her eyes were shut but her mouth said it all. Gradually, almost as slowly as was possible I teased my way into her body, very gently allowing my knob to stretch the tissues of her vagina until she could accommodate me. She groaned again as my length began to slide inside and slowly but surely my entire penis disappeared into her welcoming grotto. "Aaaahhh," she groaned, "Ahhhhhh - that's good, so good!" "Mmmmm," I concurred, simply loving the suppleness, tightness and slipperiness of her pussy, "Feels so smooth, so soft and lovely!" And she was, she was positively made for me, I felt, right down to the last stretched centimetre! Together we now began to make love, our bodies moving in unison, our sex organs locked together contentedly, even our lips were now meeting and meshing. "You're a much better fit than Barry," said Mitch quietly and softly in my ear, "He was way too big. I mean he was fun to have but he was just too much." Her pussy squeezed my cock and I made him jerk inside her by way of reply. "And when he came off I was absolutely flooded," she said, "Drowned in fact - I couldn't feel a thing down there afterwards." "Too much of a good thing," I suggested, "Still, he settled your itch, didn't he?" "Damn right," she said, her pussy still vigorously working away on my penis, "Really got my ex out of my system! He was useless anyway, but you...you're different! And your cock's just perfect; I feel so content and happy with you." I chuckled as I continued to penetrate her, our pace now rising markedly. Soon the old couch was creaking as our movements increased; our noises rising too as we fucked harder and harder. I was driving my cock right up Mitch's vagina and she was taking every inch! "Yes, yes, keep it coming," she groaned, "Nearly there...touch my clit for me!" I reached down between us and found her excited prominent bit of outstanding flesh and rubbed my fingers up and down its sides, making Mitch jerk wildly. "Oh yesss, do that, do that!" she cried, "You're making me cummmmm!" "And I'm going to fill you as well!" I cried, "I'm there too!" Suddenly we were both a flurry of limbs, hips, cries and sex organs as we simultaneously climaxed; we almost fell off the couch such was our energy and passion! I must have given her five or six injections of my sperm, although whether I gave them or she extracted them was debatable! All I knew was that I was now completely shagged out as I drooped down on top of her. And Mitch too seemed shattered; her legs had splayed open wantonly and her arms were hanging off the couch - she was breathing deeply and had her eyes shut, but she looked happy. "That was sooooo gooooood," she moaned softly, "I'm definitely going to be your very personal secretary from now on!"