Hot bread and pastries every day, a short story with Jacinta

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All English translations are done as honestly as possible by a non-native speaker. However, if there are any mistakes, please feel free to comment.

🇪🇦 spanish version

    I remember the smell of freshly baked bread.

    I remember leaning out of the window of my shared flat in the early hours of the morning to see her forbidding, petite silhouette through the wide window under the light of a dim bulb. To see Jacinta kneading bread. With her half-length light brown hair knotted awkwardly under a white bandana of jet-blue dots. As the heat of the oven forced her to carry out her routine tasks dressed only in an apron and tiny panties. How she would bend over the dough, and get her breasts lost in flour. I imagined hearing her complain in her velvety voice "Again, Jacinta, you're impossible, the tits full of flour..." and laughing.

    My imagination flew and I thought I saw a breast stealthily escaping from her dressing gown and constantly marking the bread dough with her hard nipples, leaving libidinous traces of her femininity. Then she would sit up, wipe the sweat from her forehead, leaving a trail of flour, and put the bread tray into the oven. She would close the door with the butt and a wobble of her tits as she finished by wiping her hands on her upturned ass. Then she would go and shower in the adjoining room, leaving her apron on the floor as a mute witness.

    A dull light from an adjoining window to the right of the kitchen was switched on. I could hear the water running and her gasps of contentment along with the splashing of water and steam coming out of the narrow window. I imagined her delicately touching her perfect sex under the shower. How she must have gasped with pleasure under the hot water, biting her fist so as not to make a fuss in the neighbourhood. And how she must rest her fingertips on the cold tiles and reach the peak of her orgasm with her deft fingers. What I wouldn't have given to be the one to bring her to her climax. A lifetime, no doubt, I would have offered just to be a tile in that bathroom.

    Then she went back to the kitchen, finished drying her hair while still dressed, picked up the utensils and opened the pastry shop "El Capricho de Jacinta", steaming coffee in hand. She was undoubtedly the most appetising cake of all. She greeted everyone by name with a broad smile. She had a peculiar habit of sticking the tip of her tongue in the cup and then blowing on it. I was crazy about that detail.

    Then I would get dressed, try to conceal my erection and go to the bakery to get my coffee and breakfast. In all my adolescent and adult life, I have never had more brutal erections than that.

-Good morning, Roberto, a Togolese coffee? -she says, knowing that I always want it "to go". And some doughnuts for after my special batch? -she laughs, while I can't stop staring at her tits and losing myself in the fantasy that her nipples would have sunk into the doughnuts, to shape them, which I will eat later. Good Lord, I would have eaten them all... the doughnuts as well as her tits, I couldn't care less about the order. I'm democratic like that.

-Good morning, Jacinta. Yes, thank you. You look very pretty today... -I affirm, as my better half declares itself in rebellion and, fed up with social conventions, begins to curiously stand up in the fly of my khakis trousers. 

-I mean, on other days, do I look like an orc? To feed to the lions? -she replies, looking up and tucking a wayward strand of hair behind her ear.

-No, no... I mean, today...

-I know, silly. I'm pulling your leg. Come on, you're late for the office.

-Of course, of course, Jacinta. If it wasn't for you, I'd be late every day.

    Lost in my thoughts, I close the door behind me, the bells in the hall cheerfully dismiss me, and I leave the doughnuts behind.

    She comes out and hands them to me, and as I take them, our hands brush against each other. Jacinta takes them from me and places them lovingly on her cheek.

-What big, beautiful hands you have... and how warm they are. Your girlfriend must be very happy. -says Jacinta, knowing for a fact that I don't have one. -Go away, you're driving me crazy, you're making me say some things, a nice girl like me... and don't forget, that I doesn't that that ass ...

-... goes hungry! -I complete the sentence and leave, blowing her a kiss in the air. It's the best moment of the day and I feel very lucky when in reality the lucky guy isn't me, but my best friend, Rogelio, Jacinta's boyfriend, who must fuck her every day and if he doesn't, he must be sucha a stupid...

Some days later

    Party in my flat. I've invited everyone. I've even had friends over, including friends of my sister Mar from the tourism course, who seems to come to visit me only when she smells a free party. They have a special gift for that, not so much for studying. As a good Real Madrid supporter, she wears a t-shirt all the time. Today it's Butragueño's XL with the number seven.

    It's already late. Jacinta is saying goodbye to Rogelio. She has to go to work. She smoothes her fine floral dress and gives him a chaste kiss on the mouth. She bids farewell to the other guests, sweeping her arm in a wide arc. She meets my gaze one last time and whispers to me from a distance, "That ass..." and leaves downstairs. I look out of the bedroom window and see her enter the bakery.

    Rogelio intercepts me to grab a few bottles of beer before the pizzas come. He's not a bad guy, he's really not. But he's rougher than a plough. In the background a noisy television announces that Real Madrid have scored again in a defensive blunder.

-Fuck, with Real Madrid. They're crack up. They're beaten by any half-arsed team that comes to the Santiago Bernabéu as if the Champions League were in their hands -my friend shouts angrily into the radio, which must have a magic portal to Madrid so that the players can hear the wise instructions of the substitute coach, while he finishes his beer. -By the way, I'm going to leave Jacinta.

-What do you say, man? Jacinta is a wonderful girl and very nice. It's like winning the Champions League against Barca with one less.

-She's always tired with that stupid bakery. Fucking me. Besides, we never see eye to eye. I'm awake, eager for some bed war and she has to go to bed to wake up super early. I play with my balls alone more than Machín played the maracas. Besides, I'll soon finish my degree and then another cock will crow. One more month and a new life.

-She wakes up very early, around two in the morning every day. -I affirm.

-How do you know what time she wakes up? -My friend asks without looking up from his cell phone, checking to see if a female friend has replied to some photos of his erected cock that he sent her a week ago.

-She told me a while ago. I guess that hasn't changed.

-That's right, super early. And I'm a guy with needs, what can I tell you. I have cravings. And then there's my cousin's friend... Rocío. Fuck, man, you can't see how she sucks it. She swallows it all without complaining. The other day, I came twice in a row without taking it out and without a condom.

-But Jacinta, I don't think she's a saint in bed either, is she?

-No, but I don't even remember anymore. She's always so tired. Fuck her. Let her keep her damm bakery. She'll miss me, -he assumes as he repositioned his cock. -Oh, look, here comes Rocío and my cousin with the pizzas. Come on, get a few more beer and then I'll tell my cousin to suck your cock, OK? But you watch my back with Jacinta until I tell her, OK?

    The horny cousin and Rocío have given themselves over to Punk and its libertine messiah Sid Vicious. Red-black trousers, ripped T-shirt, one with the Sex Pistols logo, the other wearing a too-broad shoulder-baring T-shirt. The friend with cobalt hair, shaved on the right side, and Rocío, with her hair in a thousand colours and endless piercings. Both enter chewing gum. Rocío is dispatching her last boyfriend (now ex) via WhatsApp on a cell with pink bunny ears. Ana plants two noisy kisses on her cousin to the shouts of "Coouuusinnn!" Rocío is meanwhile handing out pizzas to the guests. She is very pretty. I see Rogelio whisper something in his cousin's ear. She pops the pump of his chewing gum, laughs and nods.

    Rogelio has entered my room with Rocío, they leave the door open and I hear them undressing with giggles. Then the unmistakable zip of a zip being unzipped and my friend's gasp accompanied by a yes, sir. I'm sure she is already blowing his cock. Well, she's got her work cut out for her, what with Rogelio's donkey cock.

    I look out of the window one last time. I see light, and my own party seems to me the most boring thing in the world. I'd like to be with Jacinta. A hand squeezes my package, What have we here? -says the cousin, taking advantage of my erection every time I think of my muse.

-It's so hard, boy, how I love cocks. Hard and fat. -As she licks her hand.

    She slips his hand inside my trousers, pulls my shorts down inside my trousers and grabs my cock. Like a penguin she takes me to another room. The one my sister normally occupies when she comes to see me. Mine is obviously not available. She's naked from the waist down, except for a pair of Doc Martens boots, but with the baggy T-shirt she's wearing, no one notices.

    In my room I hear Rogelio claiming with a nervous, childish, exaggerated laugh that he never gets trigger-happy, that it's all her fault she's so hot. He's very macho, and meanwhile the radio announces that Real Madrid are already winning.

-Hey Ana, I´m not in the mood. It has nothing to do with you, you´re extremly sexy. I'm going to get some ice at the gas station. You don't owe me anything, and I'm not going to go off the deep end. Rogelio can rest assured.

-You miss it, my friend. Let me your cell phone number noted, you're a stand-up guy. You didn't take advantage of me, even if you could have. I'm still looking forward to sucking your cock. Not even a quick blowjob? No? Do you have a friend who likes to get his cock blowed today? I'm not going without my little bowl of milk. I'm on a very strict diet.

    I give her a kiss, nod and walk out the bedroom door. I'm putting on my slippers and I see out of the corner of my eye, my sister on her knees in front of three friends on the sofa, including the Moroccan exchange friend, going from one cock to another. One finishes cumming voraciously in my sister's mouth and the others are being serviced by her with both hands at the same time and are also close to cum. I see Ana leave the room and sit on top of the face of the one who had just unloaded without even asking. My last thought with a smile before I head out the door and rush down the stairs is that my sister is going to have to leave my house in a state of complete disrepair afterwards, she always does the same thing to me. She is setting me like her beloved Butragueño.

    I cross the street towards the bakery. I knock on the back door with my knuckles. Shortly afterwards Jacinta opens the door, still dressed in her floral dress with her hair down.

-Oh, Rober, is the Roman bacchanal in your flat over, or have you come to give me a hand? Has my boyfriend's macho cock fucked the punk yet? -says Jacinta rather than asking.

-No, they're still hooking up upstairs, eh, what? How do you know that...? -I answer perplexed.

-Oh, my innocent Rober, my boy... women aren't stupid. We often do it to each other because it doesn't matter, but we know what's going on... I'm just waiting for him to finish his exams and separate from him. As much of a child as he is, if I leave him now, he's capable of throwing away his studies and crying to me all day. That's exactly what I don't need in my life right now... a crybaby. It´s time to move on... can you give me a hand with the dough? -asks Jacinta as she turns to me to unzip her dress.

-Of course I will, tell me what to do.....

-Get undressed, put on this apron, it's very hot in the kitchen, you know that, and pull down the blinds, I don't want them to see us from your flat.

    I'm dumbfounded, how does she know I'm watching her? Without waiting for a clumsy excuse from me, she confirms me instantly:

-My love, I know for a fact that you watch me almost every day from your window and I love feeling wanted. Don't you think it would have been smarter to turn off the light in your room sometime? Once in a while you're awake at two in the morning... studies, or sleepless nights, but almost every day? A bit odd, isn't it?

    Jacinta has already undressed completely, generous breasts as hard as wood, sinewy hips, a marzipan ass and more curves than a third-class mountain pass. I can't take my eyes off her luscious, sunny shaved mons pubis. She knows this and turns around twice so I can see her from every angle, then she dresses herself in a clean apron from a nearby cupboard and pulls up her tiny panties again.

-Well, I can't find the rolling pin... but I'm sure, with the cock you've got, we'll manage more than enough, don't you think? -as she doesn't hesitate to pull down my shorts and unleash her new kitchen helper. -He's even bigger than I dreamed, he'll serve us well. -She slaps the index finger of her hand against my erect shaft and leads me into the kitchen with my cock clutched in someone else's hand for the second time that night.

    At the same time, back in my flat, my sister has "unloaded" guest number two who has clumsily cum in her hand and is going for number three, as she shoves a slice of pizza into her mouth. -Good Lord, I'm always so hungry when I start to suck- she says while my friend Ana is already having her shaved pussy licked and is having a better time than at a Ramones concert, who for me have sold more T-shirts than records in their entire musical career. By the way, Madrid were already scoring, in case you're interested.

    Meanwhile, in the toilet, Rogelio is desperately masturbating to achieve a semi erection in front of Rocío's splendid ass. She turns around listlessly, chewing gum and checking the news on Tik Tok on her cell phone. Soon after, she leaves with the excuse of going to get some pizza. Neither she nor Rogelio would go back to the room to get an erection.

    Jacinta dusts the kitchen table with flour and makes me sit on it. My erect cock defies the tightness of the apron and pokes its head out from the left. It wobbles nervously and looks as if it wants to overtake a car.

-You know what sets me apart from other bakeries, boy? I don't hesitate to get the best materials, the best tools for my passion. Let's see if that hard cock is suitable for my dough and if it's a suitable rolling pin. -Jacinta explains, as she finishes tying her bandana and goes in search of some doughnuts from the day before.

    Gradually, she unleashes one pink glazed, one chocolate, one fondant and one sugared... for a total of four. Only my swollen glans peeks out of the unintentional, but sweet sugar-coloured pullover.

-This cock is perfect for our task, four fat doughnuts. I'm going to eat the first one right now, lest I get a sugar crash so early in the morning. - says Jacinta as she gets down on her knees and nibbles the sugary, first one. My Houdini-like cock is about to escape and burst the fluffy chains.

    The baker takes all the time in the world to savour the doughnut and my cock. How wonderful to finally see her shapely body, the swaying of her tits, to feel the warmth of her mouth on my glans. Hearing her enjoy my cock. I watch as she lifts one leg halfway up, and that foot pulls down her panties.

    She pushes me down onto the dusted table. I lie on the table ready to undertake any decision or task she commands me, my master baker. She straddles me and begins to ride me. Slowly at first, then faster. I grab his arse with both hands and mark it with flour.

-I've been looking forward to it, sir. I've wanted to feel you inside me for so long. My delicious boy. My sweet. My marzipan chick. -Jacinta confesses, as I give her another two cock strokes up as a gift. She grunts with pleasure and places my hands on her breasts. -Eat them, don't leave anything behind. They're yours.

    As I said before, I'm very obedient, and boy did I eat them. I bit them, rubbed them, licked them... while Jacinta increased the speed of her ride and kept squeezing my hard balls with her right hand. She kept squeezing them until I came inside her. I warned her. She told me to cut the crap, that ovens are meant to be full, not empty. The warmth of my semen floods her sex, but I can't stop my cum from overflowing from her pussy and abandoning Jacinta's moody whim to my own legs. Jacinta nods in pleasure on top of me biting her lips and cumming with my cock inside her.

    She stands up and indicates to me that it's time to show if that crazy cock has a lively tongue to match. I stand up from the bed table, and she takes her place. Before, she grabs a pastry bag and spreads lots of custard on her tits and pussy. - Now. - she sentence.

    I, who care a lot for others, don't want bad weather tomorrow and eat everything, everything. Starting with the cherries on her breasts, ending with the dessert of her sweet sex. She grabs the back of my neck, trying to keep up. I squeal at her and tell her it's time for the pastry assistant to take the job. She laughs. I bite her nipple in an act of rebellion and lick her intimate lips, these still with resident semen, with devotion, as if the final exam of my competitive exams were at stake. I get honours. She cums almost instantly as I fiendishly thrust the tip of my tongue into her and then play with her lips again and again. Jacinta grips the edges of the table with both hands and cums in my mouth. What a delight to feel the trembling of her sex in my mouth and the unmistakable smell that accompanies the orgasm.

-Boy, we're going to get caught with the dough, but I don't care. Let's go to the shop. I want you to fuck me in front of the window. Let them see me. I want more dessert. You see, I have a sweet tooth when I like something.

    Again she grabs me by my pastry hose (and that's three tonight) and pulls me back into the shop. Her ass is just perfect, rounded, with the two dimples on either side of the smooth back end to dig my hands into. Her feet leave floury footprints all over the floor. On my way to the tent, I throw countless objects in my path. It's so hard to move with your dick in your hand, you know?

    She leans her hands against the window and spreads her legs. A few stray drops of my previous cum finally leave her delicious cake. She wants me to possess her from behind. Before I penetrate her, she sprinkles icing sugar on her ass.

    I penetrate her virulently while biting her shoulders. Her oven is red hot. I check the temperature again with my thermostat. More cock. There's no other choice. She keeps pushing her ass against my cock. My balls hit her lips mercilessly. Jacinta moans with pleasure. Being in the dark in the shop with the only distant light from the kitchen, but with the real danger of being caught drives her crazy. I feel her pussy contract. She's cumming. She loves to feel wanted, to be seen. Her tits hit the glass. Bang, bang, bang. The door bells ring clin, clin, clin, and I unload my freshly whipped cream on her hot bun with a grunt. She turns around and this time grabs my still cumming cock, and licks the last drops dry. With her fist she squeezes my cock like a pastry hose and makes sure all my cum ends up in her mouth. She lolls and tells me that there's no tastier dessert in the world. That my cum tastes like the sweetest condensed milk to her. Standing with my hands on her head, I try to stay upright as my legs shake like flans. Jacinta digs her fingers into my ass and shoves my cock all the way up to the base of my balls into her mouth. A mini ejaculation meets her on the spot.

    Outside, a paperboy on a bicycle almost rides into the San Cristobal fountain when he sees us. He dodges the fountain at the last second and struggles for the next ten minutes with the extra weight of his crotch.

    My sister had meanwhile already "finish" guest number three whose testicles were being sucked by a newly joined Rocío. He had cum on Mar's tight, small tits. The lashing of sperm caught Mar almost by surprise and she couldn't help exclaiming a heartfelt "Wow, what a monster! What did you eat today? In a display of reflexes, my new friend Ana, who was being beacer was licked with great devotion and dedication behind my sister's back, would lift the empty pizza box in time and thus prevent the lucky guy's milky semen from flooding her face. "I wouldn't have minded so much either," she later confessed.

    That night my sister, Mar, did the best job of recruiting supporters for Real Madrid of the last five years with her good work and her T-shirt of the mythical seven, picked up over her pears. Five new additions in just two hours that always linked orgasms with victories for the merengue team.

    

    We fall exhausted and sweaty on the floor. After a while, once we've caught our breath, we go into the tiny bathroom together and I give my baker the last pussy eating of the morning in the shower. She cums almost instantly. I've got the hang of it.

    That time, Jacinta was unable to open the bakery hours later and would indicate with a terse sign: "The bakery will be closed today for personal reasons". The personal reasons could be summed up as none of us could hardly move after four hours of fucking like rabbits.

    Rogelio didn't notice anything and would fail the final exam with honours. He drew a blank and only managed to write his name and a "Fuck U all" on the paper. Now he works at Carglass repairing windows during the week for cars he can never afford and as a plumber on the weekends.

    Rocío made out with a girl at a concert while he threw up next to her with his eyes popping out like a toad. That didn't work out for him either.

    I started dating Jacinta on the sly for a few months first and then officially without any regrets. On one night of unbridled sex, I ejaculated repeatedly on the icing of some doughnuts that were mistakenly put on sale the next day. They were all sold out. Rogelio, who kept coming to the bakery to mourn Jacinta, ate the doughnuts every time with devotion and licked his fingers. The speciality glazed doughnuts with the special secret recipe received many local and national awards. My younger sister Mar and my older brother Manu, the air hostess, laugh their heads off every time I tell them about it.

    We are very happy. Of course we argue sometimes, but we get over it quickly. When I get angry, she unbuttons her blouse, shows me her tits and it all goes away. And the other way round, I take out my cock and she laughingly tells me that if I'm allowed to take kitchen utensils home without asking permission, she's going to report me, and then she says to me "Go on, bring that rolling pin over here and I'll check if it complies with the relevant tenders".

    We get up together in the morning, take our usual powders, and tend the shop between kisses and caresses. Sometimes we leave the light on in our flat, even when we're not there, and we fuck looking out of the window. It turns us on a lot.

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