13 comments/ 38376 views/ 1 favorites Cake By: Unsung Muse Cake for Fat Kids Author's note: This is my story, I wrote it, stealing is lame. If you do not like it, do not read it. Thanks for any feedback (good or bad) and favorites (special shoutout and thanks to the die hards - you know who you are). All characters are over eighteen. Hope you enjoy. Leopold was not the one: Not even on a day as hot as this; definitely not the one for public swimming pools, under any circumstances, since Leopold could not tolerate the taunts of the children: "Mommy! Look! His boobies are bigger than yours!" or "Do you need jelly for those rolls, mister" enough to keep him away. "As a point of fact," his head reminded itself, "they are called pectorals, and I only have one roll, and it's when I hunch." Leopold's mind was also telling him to learn Japanese, because no one makes fun of the sumo. Leopold, though, was definitely the one for the sand bottomed and spring filtered pond. This was a nice private spot hidden by an endless grove at the back of the farmsteads the area was known for - and on a hill. Through the grove in the other direction brought you to the local eyesore they called a 'condominium development' - wasted space full of expensive cars and ignorant people. The insanely cold water washed the thoughts of urban encroachment from his mind as the air of the day was forced from his body, glad for the wooden dock to leap off of instead of the overgrown edges. "That's the ticket," Leopold spoke as he spit clean fresh water from his mouth. The spring beneath his feet continually filled the large shaded pond and created a stream which eventually ran past the development - via a tiny overspill of a waterfall - and continued on the length of the counties beyond. *** "You're not the least bit curious?" Shannon could not look away from the idea. "Ab-so-lutely not." Paula went back for another sip of her third margarita before she spoke again, one hand flailing. "Why would I want to walk across a field full of bugs, and then go into a forest - full of bugs as well, by the way - and then probably get kidnapped by some yokel farmer?" Paula readjusted herself on the lounger on the raised deck around her small above-ground pool in the backyard of her condo that looked strangely like a landscaped row home. "It's a grove, not a forest." Shannon retorted smugly. The pool, deck, and privacy-fenced-in yard were easily seen from the back windows of the attached condos; the buildings appearing to be aliens, or mushrooms sprouting, in the center of lush rolling valley. Had the women not been neighbors, Shannon would have thought twice as many eyes were watching her on the lazy summer Saturday. There were few reasons why a person would not watch women like this. These were two young and wealthy professional women, with bodies that told of the gyms in their basements and that fit the expensive sedans they drove. "Grove, glen, garden... What-ever, still not going." Paula's jaw was hanging, mocking, the gesture appearing strange from her glass covered eyes as she accented the last word. "Seriously? We've lived here for like what, two years now?" Shannon flicked her sunglasses down and looked over at her best friend. "I drive forty-five minutes to work in the city, then forty five minutes back. If we go out, we drive forty-five minutes to the city, then forty-five minutes back. That's an hour and a half per trip." Shannon took a sip of her light beer with the lime in it, her first of the day since it was barely noon and she was skipping the extra coffee. "Still not going to do it," Paula laughed out, slick and shiny and tanning in the sun. "C'mon! I mean look at that!" Shannon's vision turned and fell upon the rolling hill behind that particular row of back yards. She used her hands to accent the statement - like a dictator - presenting the opportunity of the unknown expanse to her friend, beer in hand. "I have this in my backyard, but no-oo. Instead I drive." Shannon rolled her eyes to the phrase, "I've never stepped past my own back fence." They both laughed at the hypocrisy of the situation, sitting quietly for little time. "It's like I bought this place for no reason." Shannon momentarily felt stupid. "Then go," Paula stated to her friend, shielding her glass covered eyes from the sun and turning to look at Shannon's fit bikini'd form under the umbrella. "By myself?! What about kidnapping rednecks?!" Shannon went false-aghast. Her breasts shook without control from her flustered movement, actually having to use a hand to calm the cleavage of the overly round B-cups. "Just go all Billy Blanks on them." Paula's words caused them to laugh in unison while she made false Karate moves to assault the atmosphere. "Besides, you're going to be alone later anyway. I've got that date, remember?" Paula dropped a slack-jawed dumbface. "Oh yeah," Shannon had totally forgotten. "The one with the cheap little business suit," rolling her eyes yet again. "Oh he's not that bad... You're the one who likes beef," Paula batted to her friend. "I do.." Shannon absently licking the mouth of her bottle for just a moment, "but he only wants your tits, honey." "Well he should. They were expensive." The two were laughing again, Paula's breasts did not ripple with her laughter, not like the overflowing cups of her best friend. "You think I should go?" Shannon had already determined to go, but she was leaving the when up to Paula. "Sure, you could be up that hill and back before dinner," tossing her head in the general direction of the grove. "Just bring a snack, and your pepper-spray." "Rednecks have guns, Paula, and they put pepper-spray on their food," Shannon speaking as if her friend was a child. "Well fine, how 'bout if you're not here when I get back tomorrow, I'll call the president." Paula had put her arms behind her head, looking up at the sun. "Oh-My-Gawd! You're going to sleep with him?!" Shannon almost spilled her beer in a party foul. "Of course I am!" Paula was smiling wide, warm as well from thoughts of sex and not just the sun. "But he's so short!" "Well he's got a tight little body on him," Paula licked her lips at the thought. "You mean skinny..." "You know, if you got a little more action, you wouldn't be thinking of nature hikes," Paula dug at her friend, both smiling still. "Well it's better than getting a dog." Shannon managed to utter through contemplations. *** "Definitely," Leopold thought to himself, he could tell someone was watching, it made him feel the same sensation as changing in a locker room. Slowly he continued to float; carefully watching the shape of the nearby trees as he casually lay on the surface of the water. He had come here often since before the start of summer, always alone, always down to his jockeys. Leopold had dove in, only moments ago, so whomever was watching had also witnessed him strip down to his skivvies. ...and then he saw dark blonde - Maybe light brown? - in the quickest of flashes. It had darted out from behind a tree, and then right back behind another. He used his hands to casually stop his spinning, waiting for something, and off angle from where the hair had last flashed. Blonde-ish flashed again, slightly off to his right and directly in his peripherals; this time with part of a lightly tan and mostly bare shoulder. It was a woman. "I can see you, you don't have to hide," he said to the trees in a volume that carried without yelling; only crickets and softly splashing water - with the occasional chirp - answered his words. "Does Old Man Johnson know you're here? He prosecutes trespassers you know." Leopold was still floating, slowly paddling himself to the location behind which the blonde hid. His voice was calm, despite it's depth. "It's no big deal, it's just there's no sense in pretending anymore." Leopold was treading water just off of the dock, and just out of the sun filled center, staring at a tree. He was right, being a voyeur and squishing her backpack against the tree was kind of stupid. Shannon huffed a breath, soon after spinning out from behind the tree as if she were dodging a tackle. After a few steps, she stood with one arm across her chest holding the other along her side. The extended arm ended in a figgity clenched fist tapping at her thigh, hoping she was hiding her erect nipples and her bikini top behind the other forearm. She stared at the end of the dock in front of her, and almost at his nearby pile of clothes, all while digging in her toe where the grass met the wood. Her sneakers looked new, but they were absolutely filthy, not that he would notice, not yet anyway. Such things did not really matter to Leopold when he could stare at her expertly crafted legs. "Hi," was all she timidly said, softly swaying in her busted embarrassment. "Wow," came Leopold's instantaneous and immediate reaction, and he had no clue that he had said anything at all. Shannon snapped her gaze up to look his way. Leopold was still in the act of treading, but now used his effort to keep his mouth from being submerged: He could only gawk at her form as slow ripples began to cloud most of the slow moving water. "Hello?" Shannon began to relax with his jaw-dropped stare. It had became obvious to her that this man was entranced. She decided to enjoy this; she dropped her backpack onto the dock and lifted her arms, slowly twirling in her baby blue top and short black spandex shorts; she was dancing on her tiptoes, and only the edge of her ankle socks were visible. Leopold was rock hard in the ice cold water from the moment he saw her. The sight of the fit body before him was almost too much, and his mouth went dry at her defined torso and stunning bubble butt while she spun for his visual pleasure. "Boys," Shannon said to herself; Leopold was still silent, this was on her. "Shannon," she said aloud, "Shannon Madison." Something in Leopold's head was trying to pay attention. When whatever it was heard her name, it snapped the rest of him back to reality. "What?" His face was all confusion. "Shannon Madison, nice to meet you. ..And you are?" Shannon stood with a hand on her hip, head cocked, and one of her knees bent while holding all of her petite and quite miniscule weight on the other. "Oh, right," Leopold spoke before swimming up to the end of the dock in the equal depth of the water. He held out his right hand to her as the left used the wood to lifting part of his substantial weight out of the water to a slight creaking sound. "Leopold Winters," she took his hand quickly as she knelt down, the action causing her to flex every well trained muscle. Shannon did not want to let go, his arms and massive shoulders were turning her on. Leopold's bicep was not defined by a gym workout: Instead, he owned a fat turkey leg for a forearm; where a normal man had a shoulder, he had a ham hock; where other men had a chest, he had slabs of power. This was her kind of man: Tall, wide, round - built like a barrel full of concrete - and not one of the mouth-breathing jigglers with the double chins. She managed to let go, but only by force: To Leopold, she had a hell of a handshake for being such a pretty little thing. "So Leo.." she was still leaning down, but she instead she rested and sat on her left foot, comfortably, propping her chin onto the right forearm resting on the up knee, "sorry about trespassing and all..." "S'ok, you seem nice.. Even if you are a creepy stalker type lady." He began to smile wide, "Just don't tell the rest of those condo people 'bout it, k?" She could feel his eyes making her hotter than the thick summer breeze. "What do you mean?" Turned on or not, she was curious at his words, not knowing which meaning to imply. "I mean to say you may be from around here, but you ain't no local, Sugahpie." Leopold pushed himself back into the water, his smile wide with his hands going behind his head to float once more. He had to get away from staring at her body. "Women built like that do not like men like you, silly," his brain said to itself. He had forgotten about his erection Shannon giggled, "Do I give myself away that easily?" She loved to flirt; she changed her position and laid her head on her arms while she sat on the dock, arms crossed over her up knee, eyeing his mast. "It's the sneakers," Leopold had put his sun glasses back on from their position on his shaggy black hair, slicked back in the water, "anyone else would have just taken a quad." He pointed, with the hand that adjusted his glasses, to his all-terrain vehicle tucked into the trees before returning it to his head. "It was kind of a long walk.." her understatement obvious. "Just over a mile, Sugahpie." He stole a glance at her, she was watching his crotch. He turned slightly red, but this was unnoticed through his tone - as well as despite the chill of the water. Leopold began to tread instead of float. "That far, good lord, it doesn't look thatfar..." Shannon suddenly felt only tired, hot, and sweaty. "You must be beat, care for a swim?" Leopold offered the water to her with his hand. "Heck with it" his mind said to itself, "it can't hurt to try." His words, soft and deep, made her flutter, suddenly alive and willing. "Absolutely." The big man, the dream like scenery, and the clear water were all making her wet while she stood on the dock. Shannon pulled of her black spandex shorts, facing away from him, bending slightly, and giving him a show of ass that he would not soon forget when she stuck out her rump. Her bikini top had been tiny; the bikini bottom was more so; Leopold easily saw the shape of her lips below the damp fabric during her performance. She kept her sneakers on when she leapt from the dock - cannonball style, the same as he had - into the ice cold water. Her face, as she surfaced, was priceless. "HOLY FUCK THAT'S COLD!" Shannon had not anticipated the change to be so eerily similar to brainfreeze. She brought her hands to her eyes, on top of the hair on her face, pressing her fingers - and some hair - to her eyes in an attempt to stifle the maelstrom in her head. "Yeah.. I probably should have said something," Leopold laughed out, "but it's not everyday I get a chance to do that." Shannon had regained her composure before he spoke, and in response after, she smoothed her hair back and spit water at his nearby form - hitting him in the face. Without effort, far easier and more quickly than he should have been able, Leopold reached out and dunked Shannon's head into the water, laughing as he swam away while Shannon quickly popped back up. "Meany," she said as she coughed, laughed, and wiped the water from her nose with a playful smile. "Hey, you started it," Leopold shrugged his shoulders before returning to randomly swimming and rolling in the water, oddly mirroring a cetacean. "I did. My bad." Her grin was turning devilish; Leopold noticed. "So you're a local?" Shannon would have been shivering had she not constantly tread with both hands and feet; the water temperature seemed to constantly drop, but in actuality she was losing temperature, something her thin body could not resist even with constant movement. "Yes'm. My stead's the next one over," he cast his eyes in the grove, in the direction of his home on the other side. "Johnson's my neighbor. I work on his equipment." "O - w - h.." Shannon jaw was about to chatter, moving fast but not yet smacking teeth. She hugged herself while she only kicked her legs furiously, and her sneakers were starting to sink with her feet in them. Leopold had turned to look at her wavering speech; it had been nearly three minutes and she did not have the weight to stave off the fierce cold. He smiled with understanding even though he had not realized ahead of time; Leopold moved the short distance to face her, almost gliding over, and wrapped an arm around her waist. "You have green eyes," he said as he pulled her close, his hand easily able to palm the size of her hip. "Nn-n-now Iyi n--n-kow wwww-why p-peoppple sssay k-kw--quick dip," Shannon tried to giggle while shivering and being turned on by his proximity all at once. All she managed to do was fold into his warmth and wordlessly beg for more. Holding her with one arm - at his right side and above water - Leopold swam to the dock once again. Upon arrival, he gripped the low hanging wood with his left hand, releasing her from his right side. Just before the chilling water stole her down, his right hand planted on the majority of her bottom, throwing her weightlessly out of the pond and into the air 'cruise-missile' style onto the dock - bringing buckets of water along. Shannon squealed, landed on her feet, almost lost her balance, spun, bent her knees, and came to rest smoothly on her bum with the dock cooled and moistened just before her body settled; hands back, legs spread, and dripping wet. It was almost like she planned it. She was facing him with wide eyes and hard button nipples: Cold but losing it on the outside and gooey in the center when he hefted his weight from the water. Doing so showed her the things she knew to be true, massive shadows moved beneath his dark skin, muscles of strength, of power. The small wave of ice water he brought along did little to stop her rising fire; Shannon had forgotten she was ever cold in the first place. The dock swayed, giving off a groan as Leopold settled onto his feet, dripping and mostly erect in the short undergarment. His thigh was the size of her torso; she began to wonder if this place was mythical. *** "Maybe this was a bad idea..." Shannon said to herself as she stopped and turned, swatting another giant leaping grasshopper from her field of vision. She missed. She was in the center of the moist hill; she stared at the distance to her condo, huffed, and then turned to the stream before longingly looking at the grove equally as far away. Shannon, never the quitter, clenched her fists and trudged on, knowing her sneakers were ruined every time the tangled grass squished. She was hot and glistening perspiration through her sun block and bug spray, running Paula's words through her head before hearing a motor off in the distance and in the direction of the grove. Shannon almost stopped, thinking of Deliverance, before fingering her pepper spray hanging off of the shoulder-strap of her backpack; she only relaxed as the rumbling sound faded into that of the babbling of the brook cutting a path to her right. Her mind went back to Paula's words about getting some action, wanting it more with every step, as well as thinking she should have brought a hat. By the way she felt when she arrived at the first of the trees, and into the shade, Shannon might as well have been hearing a chorus of angels. ...but then there was a harsh snapping sound, followed shortly after by another. In turn, it was followed by the sound of tumbling lumber. Shannon's curiosity could not be satiated as she went sneaky and hunched, ducking from tree to tree in search of the source of the random and obviously man-made noise. The closer she went towards the artificial along the growing stream, the more the natural sound - of what could only be a waterfall - increased. At the same time she caught sight of the pond, she caught sight of the brute. He was huge, three times her size, probably more, and he carried the fallen wood with ease, and he was quite handsome. His calves were angling harshly; his forearms, almost equally thick and solid, were rubbing off chunks of bark; step after step he labored in the thin but dense grass while he walked to the permanent wood pile. Wood was purely an understatement, as would be a downed limb, because he carried what appeared to be log towards a pile of similar logs. He was cleaning the area up while Shannon twisted her nipples to his strength and mass. Cake for Fat Kids She slowly started rubbing herself after he tossed the lumber with obvious ease and made his way towards what appeared to be a dock to obviously strip as he unbuttoned his shirt on the way. With her view of his side profile, she trembled within as his shirt came off; the sight of his shoulder high and square on his back, and his extended - but not hanging - lower abdomen drove her wild; it came out from his body in a slow upward curve out as far as his chest. When he turned slightly, she caught the crease running in the center, starting below his belly button and ending in the middle of his upper body. Below his chest, and above his stomach, he had a thin curved pair of lines accenting a skin crease that formed as he hunched. His chest, as well, did not hang with his movement even if it occasionally traveled, because his weight was so high on his body. She licked her lips as he toiled, watching the long dip of his spine tense or bend while he twisted, and the massive muscles of his upper back dance and roll while he pivoted his upper arms. Her fingers sunk inside her wet sex when he began to undo his belt, mostly from the movements of his entire shape as one giant muscle. *** Shannon was licking her lips again. She looked at the towering mass before her eyes - while still sitting in a puddle on the dock; he was reminding her of a lineman or a barbarian even if he only had a wisp of a shadow of a beard and the sparsest of dark hairs accenting across his body. "Ooo... You are big..." she said as she stood; upclose he was even better. When she began to rub her hand down his arm, and over the soft hairs of his belly, Leopold only elicited a look of curiosity. "..I love big boys," she said in response as she palmed his chest with contrapuntally tiny fingers. "Really?" This was not what Leopold had expected after her previous near hypothermia. This was exactly the opposite of events throughout his life. He could actually feel the heat from her body and her touch was wantonly inappropriate, even compared to the hand now touching her own breast with fervor. "ohmygod yess.." she said as she pressed the solid meat below his soft skin, eyeing his growing crotch, "..and you're soo handsome." The look on her face was awe, yet her lips were only the slightest bit parted and level from smiling. "Uh, thanks, Sugahpie, uh, you're, uh," Leopold was shy, he always had been yet he was beyond where he had been before, "...the most beautiful thing I've ever seen." His mind went stupid after the compliment, feeling stupid for it; her hand on her body slipped under her bikini top to feel her own nudity. "Then will you fuck me?" She was looking at his dazed expression, honestly pouting and almost begging - her average tone breaking through the world around her - with her head turned up while she inched closer without appearing to be moving. Leopold's mouth opened, but no words came forth, only hollow air. Her boldness was a shock and awe campaign, and he had not had sex in years. He did, however, grow to his full size, making his jockeys appear ludicrously small. "Will you? ..please?" Shannon made a terribly cute face to beg, reaching her hand to grasp his shaft through his wet undies. Her touch snapped his brain back: "Right here?" he asked as if he were confused, completely unaware of her worked into frenzy. "Would you?!" Shannon was getting excited, her internal nature-lover hoping to be appeased. She pulled her bikini top to the sides of her breast quickly before returning to his moist skin with both hands. "Uh.." Leopold did not know what to say as he stared at her stiff nipples and perfect circles. That is, not until one hand pulled the waistband of his under shorts back with the other grasping his shaft. "Yes," was all he said as his eyes closed and she dropped her butt to the dock, still on her feet, taking the wet cloth with her. Shannon wasted no time, immediately attempting to swallow his whole rod, but it only grew outward as she pushed her hand to the base and into his soft hair while he thrust his hips out. Shannon pulled her mouth off at her gag reflex, running her hand quickly along the length. She moved back to take in the sight. "You really are a big boy," she spoke in an almost whisper, examining how small her hand appeared. "Oh lordy," escaped his lips as she licked her own and went back to work. Shannon started using two hands, and holding her weight up by using his shaft. His hands went to her dark, damp blonde hair in an instant, grabbing a mass in each to follow her motion. He would have reached for her wondrous body, but it was just out of his touch. Her touch, though, was masterful, and Leopold was ready within the first minute. "I'm gonna..." he uttered before he failed to finish speaking. In time with the words leaving his mouth, Shannon was up and at his side, tucked under his arm and jacking her prize with a furious speed, interrupting his phrase with: "Cum for me big boy.. I want to see you shoot." Before he threw his head back and clamped his eyes shut, and before he could react to her nipples digging into his side, and before he could react to the sensations of her touch on his member, he had felt her own hand slide into the crotch of her bikini and begin to finger. It was the thought and sensation of her rubbing herself, and clinging to his body, that brought his orgasm with a roar. It was almost as if he came while oblivious to her cooing at, and masturbating, his perfectly proportioned manhood. She felt her untouching fingers - the ones attempting to wrap fully around his member - lurch to his first bout, more so at the second and third before he finally relaxed and she lost count, moving her hand again in long strides. They both looked down at the mess on the dock and her hand in action; Shannon expertly milking the last dribbling remnants from his body while he finally took hold of one of her breasts. It felt better than it looked. Leopold was still hard and currently getting more action than he could remember ever getting. As if suddenly in a rush, Leopold began to quickly scan the grove, looking in every direction, even at the pond and the spillover. "There's a blanket in my bag, I was going to have a late picnic." Her smile was infectious; her answer stopped his head and brought back his eyes. He looked down at her, thinking of bad romance movies and beautiful babies before picking her up from the waist and kissing her soft lips; his fingers nearly touched on her back, his thumbs nearly touched on the lowest row of her abdomen that merged to the apex of her still covered mound. Shannon forced her tongue into his mouth, latching into his shoulder, holding on to his actual collar bone under the mass of skin, and just crossing her ankles behind his back. It was the best and wettest kiss she had had in a long time, and from it she could tell he was a lover in spite of his strength. Even though she clung to his body, Leopold still gripped her with one hand, firmly palming her behind from the bottom with his large hand. He used the free hand to pick up her backpack before stepping into the short growing grass. He carried her with blatent ease, not to mention he was copping a feel of her solid behind and naked down to his toes short for the sunglasses on his head. If a tabloid photographer was lost in the forest that day, the caption would surely be: 'Hairless Version of Bigfoot Head of Human Trafficking Ring.' Shannon was not small; no, she was your average girl stature wise, but in comparison to Leopold, she was tiny in appearance as she sat on his hand and wrist, licking his ear and neck and whispering: "Where are you taking me, Leo?" "Overthere Sugahpie," Leopold nodding his head forward after he spoke. "Do you remember my name?" She asked, not caring, only wondering. "Your name is Shannon Madison, you live in those condos, and I think I'm in love with you." The bear said to the rabbit. "I think so too, big boy" Shannon said, reaching down and adjusting the end of his shaft along her covered soaked mound as he continued to walk. Shannon began grinding it into her clit with rolling hips while her rear almost burned his hand with rising temperature and friction. It was unexpected when he set her sneaker'd feet - now mostly cleaned from the mineral pond - upon the ground, so much so that Shannon tried to grapple back onto his shoulder for a moment. Before she could take hold of anything else, he had handed her her own bag, pointing silently with the other hand to something behind her back. She turned, a moment later an overwhelmed tear would be carried slowly down from the inside corner of her eye. It was beautiful beyond picturesque: A giant, angled flat top boulder stuck from the ground, visibly three times larger than Leopold but low to the Earth. Sunrays filtered through the trees it the slightest of ways, making the air glitter and highlight, causing the scenery - and their skin - to glow, and warming random spots, all while birds chirped in a nearby tree. To one side of the rock the wildflowers began, slowly spreading beneath the canopy along the rest of the visible grove. A soft breeze hit, no longer so awful, whispering the tangled leaves on the tress. It brought with it more of the scent of the yellow, white, and occasionally pink flowers that were already permeating the air in a way as to make a person think that that was how the world had always smelled. The sound of a far off clicking insect snapped her back to reality and Leopold's massive rough hands on her shoulders. "This is beautiful... You take all the ladies out here?" she asked as she unzipped the bag, reaching in for the blanket and dropping the pack onto the ground below; making no attempt to turn around and face him or move the manhood pressing into her near perfect ass. His laughter echoed and filled the air. "All the ladies," he said aloud in a mock tone, as she regrettably slipped from his touch and spread the blanket across the smooth top of the rock. Leopold continued to chuckle with his eyes closed and his belly barely moving. When his eyes opened, he once again lost his words, allowing only Shannon and the scenery to be heard. Her sneakers were still on, one foot lolling on the toe behind her while her teeth played with the nail of a pointer finger. Her free hand skimmed her breasts - nipple height - at a slow speed, watching his reaction to her completely missing bikini. ...and then she made the 'come hither' motion with her finger, still teething on a nail. Shannon was a fast worker, though the timing was irrelevant to Leopold. He moved with timing in an unspoken pace and directly to her. His left hand, on a will of it's own, moved to her toned right hip, his right to her left breast - cupping. Shannon's eyes closed, and her head went up to meet his lips as the lovers combined. Her hands went straight to his round love handles; her fingers indented only the skin of his solid form. The skin texture showing he was built to be bigger, but, on this Earth, Leopold had no need to be. Before she knew what was happening, Shannon was lifted from the ground, again, with ease. Leopold's shaft slid into the grip of her wet lips as he lifted her, sliding the entire length across her clit. Shannon moaned into his mouth as her hips ground with natural motion and a will of their own. "Oooh.. Big Bear," Shannon dripped out, breaking the kiss when he pulled back his hips and slipped into her soaked channel, unplanned and right on time as he set her back softly upon the hard rock, fitting as if fitted. Before Leopold had her settled, and while he had her still in his grip, Shannon was using both hands forcefully push against the mounds of his shoulders, where his arms met his mass. The natural resistance threw her on edge and her eyes went wide. Only the slightest of his weight touched her body; Leopold was slightly on his side, not pushing on her wrapped leg, and lifting from his thigh; he was too close with his face nearly a foot from hers, deftly overwhelming her with teeth clenched and long slow strokes. His gentleness was at a level of rescuing flies, finding them better homes, and paying their rent, with hurting them never in question. Shannon's eyes rolled back, past his hair, to the leaf filled glimmering sky above, feeling his shape flex with force on every in, and relax completely on every out. With every final thrust against her hips, Leopold's brown eyes went slightly flared to the sight of her breasts making waves to her neck and bouncing against each other. Leopold couldn't help but smile at the white's of her eyes as she tried to take everything in at once, but he couldn't help but to stop and watch as she came. "oooohhh fuuuuuuck......" uttered out of her mouth softly. Her whole body relaxed, looking soft for a moment as her walls and hands gripped his flesh, nearly tearing it and redding the skin. "That's it, Sugahpie," Leopold said, still staying deep and viewing her months of tension release; still holding most of his weight against the rock. Shannon, sweating profusely, relaxed her walls - but not her hands - and expertly began to swivel her hips. She started to pull Leopold with her fists full of flesh, "Kiss me, it's okay, you won't hurt me." Her smile was now soft, understanding, wanting. Leopold thrust against her hips once more: Kissing her passionately first, before timidly setting the slightest bit down against her. Her hands flew to his side, falling into the dimples of his ribs, the sensation setting his body to expand in breath and relax against her. "More," Shannon said to him in the most serious of tones when they broke, the pair still grinding harshly, eyes locked. Her right hand started pulling on his arm, trying to move it from the rock and wrap it around her body; Shannon was having little success against his rooted form. He understood the cue, though, and slid the arm from behind her head, gripping her from the lower back and lifting all but her butt from the blanket; all during an up stroke, he wrapped both arms tightly around her back, one behind her shoulders, repositioning their bodies together and allowing Leopold to thrust with his knees and toes. The results were spectacular, and Shannon cried out in approval as she tried to meld her body into his own. Her solid rear began to flex into the rock with each round, sliding ever so slightly along with the motion, as caterpillars travel. Just before Shannon's hanging hair hit rock, the world began to spin. Leopold rolled the pair over, throwing her body into the air, still attached, with only his hips. Her orgasm hit as he lay onto his back and she fell to his chest, Shannon grinding pubes wildly together. She showed no signs of stopping, either, as she devoured his lips and pushed herself into a sitting position on her knees. Her palms pressed against his nipples as she began to ride, never taking Leopold more than halfway out. He pushed himself up on his arms to take in the sight, obtuse angled; he held himself in place with one hand while the other slid across the golden skin of her body, absently rubbing her clit beneath her short matching fuzz as her hair flew through the air with her head and hands attached. Right as Shannon got into the groove; right when she was beginning to lose herself, Leopold thrust his hips up, almost throwing her off of his cock but catching her with a hand, breaking her stride. Shannon's hand flew to her breast, gripping them as fiercely as she had the skin of his body. She let out a multitude of the quietest whimpers as she watched his smiling pleasured face watch her own. "I want to kiss you," she spoke, eyes quickly clenched, "..but I don't want to let your dick go," she spoke after she opened them. Leopold smiled, she sure was a little vixen, maybe even a forest nymph. "Yes ma'am," he said slyly. He moved up into a full sitting position, forcing her into his lap and himself as deeper than he had gone so far. One of his hands grabbed an entire cheek of her ass, his fingers touching their wetness while the other wrapped around her back to rest a hand on her neck and shoulders to pull their bodies together. As Shannon moaned out, Leopold smothered it with his lips, forcefully continuing their humping with his hands, before breaking the embrace and holding Shannon slightly away. She took his cue, holding onto his body with a hand, riding his lap, and touching herself with the other. Her sneakers were on the blanket, just touching the border and behind his back; Shannon planted her feet, using her legs to fuck as hard as she had the ability to do. His lap was soaked even though he was barely perspiring, and the blanket was surely ruined, but irregardless of all of that, he was losing it. The grip of her inner velvet was heaven and her body was equally so; Leopold had had enough. Pulled her fully down onto his base once more, and moved her to her back with a hand on either side of her head, pushing against the blanket covered stone. Shannon could feel his tension while watching and reaching for his gritted face. To Shannon, everything about him was honest and apparent, and they were about to finish in unison. "Give it to me.. I need it.." Shannon was stern in her words, cutting through the passion. She threw her hands against the covered rock just above her head with her elbows up and nowhere near touching his body with them. She arched her back to meet his thrusts that were on the border of hurting. As his seed began to spill in waves, hotter inside than her own orgasmic fluids, he let out a long slow moan to her mouthing of silent unknown words; the two never broke eye contact in mutual orgasm; only his hands and toes, and her toes and shoulders, touched the blanket for the series of his long spurts, the two literally coming down after it was over. At first, the lovers lay facing each other on their sides; heads upon hands upon leaning elbows; but after the panting and excessive afterglow were complete, they mutually rolled onto their backs, scooting together and touching sides with her head resting on his arm while his own rested upon his other. "This is a wonderful place," Shannon said as she angled her head to touch his shoulder and casually watching a green leaf fall from a tree. "It's my favorite place," he rumbled quietly, watching the same leaf. The harsh grumbling sound of her stomach made Leopold sit up and stare at it's taut greatness. "Is that you?" He asked as if he did not know. "Yup. You're a real workout. I'm starved." Shannon said, perkily hopping up and heading for her bag as he gawked at her nakedness. Upon arrival she grabbed the one and a half oversized bottles of water within, followed by a storage container. "I brought some of that apple cake from that wonderful little farm stand off the highway. It was going to be my picnic." Shannon was licking her lips, somewhat at the cake and not entirely at the Adonis sprawled across her blanket. "Mrs. Hinkleman's cake really is the best," Leopold said with a grin. "Want some?" Shannon asked with a cocked head and a naked smile. Cake Story Recently I was asked by a female friend of mine from a local all girls college, if I could do her a big favor. She said that she has a friend of hers who was turning twenty-one and some of her girlfriends were going to throw her a big birthday bash. They had rented a small hall and would be providing the nights entertainment. One of the women, it seems, had access to one of those large cakes that girls usually jump out of. That's where I come in. She wanted to know if I would be a doll and jump out of the cake for the women at the party and then maybe just dance around to the music. My initial response was that of shock. I was not used to being asked these kinds of tasks and I must have turned a deep shade of red. She told me that it was completely harmless and was all good fun and would be a real "goof." It seems they were on a budget and had run out ideas and money. Apparently I was free, as was the cake. She was so persistent that I finally said that I would do it. She told me the time and location. Later that weekend I showed up at the hall and found Wendy, my friend, setting up food and drinks with another attractive woman. Wendy came over to me, gave me a big hug and told me that I was really a doll for doing this and It'll be fun. She usured me to the back of the hall and told me that the guests would be arriving any minute and that I should remain in the cake until I hear the music start. Then just pop open the fake lid and step out and dance. I said it sounds simple enough. Then she instructed me to strip and climb up and get into the cake. I gave her a long look. Strip? I had brought me Speedos and had intended on wearing them. I'm sure I turned pale white, but Wendy was so distracted with her other duties that I don't think she noticed my discomfort. I thought about saying something to her but I didn't want to seem like a prude. So I slowly went back to the cake and began to remove all of my clothing, folding them in a neat pile. I was now completely nude. At that moment I was glad that I kept myself in good shape working out at the gym. Some women were beginning to file in. Luckily the cake was so far back, I don't think anyone saw me climb up and get into the cake. Now, I should mention that the inside of this prop cake was very unpleasant. It smelled extremely musty and with the lid closed, it was hot as an oven. Also there was very little room and I had to crouch down or I would push the lid open. I began to hear the sounds of women laughing and talking loudly. I was getting very nervous. I tried to calm myself, saying it would be over in a few minutes and then I would be on my way. Then the unthinkable began to happen. I felt my penis begin to thicken. Because I was crouched down, it started to crawl up my inner thigh. But that didn't last long. It sprang forward and now free of my legs it began to perceptively thicken and lengthen. A moment later it was fully erect and flat against my stomach, well past my navel. I tried to think of anything that would deflate my sex, but alas, nothing worked. I felt it pulsing against my stomach wildly. That's when I heard the music begin. I began to panic when I felt the cake being wheeled into what I believed was the center of the hall. I could hear the whoops and laughter of the raucous liquored women. The I hear what sounded like Wendy's voice whisper loudly behind the cake, "now!" I had no choice at this point. My body was soaked with sweat as I push open the lid and stood up into the bright light exposing my erect penis to all. I heard gasps and some other comments like, "Oh my god" and "So large." I had never been so humiliated in all my life. I decided at that point, I might as well just do what I have to do and then leave. So I slowly climbed down and began to dance with all the women shouting at me. I thought it would be that easy, but Wendy had other ideas. She abruptly stopped the music and acting as M.C., she polled the audience, asking if they would like this handsome young, well-built and naked man with a honey of an erection, to reach between his legs and masturbate himself until he ejaculated? Her question was met with a roar of approval. She the walked back over to me and setting one hand on my ass, told me that she wanted me to jack off for the ladies. When I told her that I would rather not, her tone changed, and she said that if I didn't start "waxin' my board" she'd throw me out into the street, nude and call the cops. As she said this, she teased me with her finger, nearly slipping it into my rectum at one point. The whole event began to seem like a nightmare. I had little choice. Wendy insisted that I sit on a bar stool with my legs wide apart while I jacked off. She also told me to make it last and shoot high and produce a lot of semen. "Women", she said, "like to see a man go off like a geyser." I was already leaking my arousal, so I used the sticky fluid to lubricate myself. I started slowly at first but as I got into it I began to undulate my hips with each thrust into my fist. Some of the women were urging me on, saying things like, "Cum for me" and, "Empty yourself, Sugar." If that wasn't embarrassing enough, I saw some of the women produce a few cameras and began to photograph me performing my most personal act. I think I must have masturbated in front of these women for a good fifteen minutes when I finally began to feel that familiar feeling as my nuts begin to tighten against my abdomen. Then I heard a loud cry, that I realized came from myself. A moment later my eyes rolled back and my toes curled as I began to spew rope after rope of thick semen for the pretty women. My seed was all over the floor in front of me and running down my knuckles. I had shot a lot. It was a violent and satisfying climax. At that point I got a round of applause from the crowd. Some of the women were obviously flushed and made their way to the ladies room to freshen up. Wendy, at that point insisted that I remain nude for the rest of the evening. As instructed, by Wendy, I mingled, naked, among the ladies. All of them trying to act nonchalant, but there was no way not to notice them checking me out and toward the end of the night, I developed another erection. Most of the women had gone home already, but four ladies remained. They escorted me out to the parking lot, still nude. It was late and dark outside and the lot was deserted. They brought me over to a street light and proceeded to have one woman, Andrea, felate me in front of the other three women. When I resisted, they threatened to put the pictures of me masturbating, on the internet. So I once again had to comply. She was really getting into it and I was very close when she removed me from her mouth and proceeded to use her hand. They all watched intently as I once again sprayed several ribbons high into the air. Unfortunately some semen landed on her dress. This made her furious, so they piled me into one of their cars and drove me to the Student Union on their campus. All the while Andrea was berating me, screaming, "you guys, with all your nasty fluid that you spray all over the place. It's going to cost me a fortune to dry-clean this dress. And how am I going to explain this dried seed to them?" They drove to the front of the Student Union entrance, then kicked me out of the car, still nude, with my clothes locked in the trunk and wished me luck getting home. It was late and none one was around, luckily. I pleaded with them no to do this and they nearly drove away but they finally decided to give me a break and threw my clothes at me. Cake Wench The knife slid easily into the large cake sitting on the meeting room table. Birthdays were always celebrated in her office. It was one of the nice things about working there. That day's celebration was for her. "My turn to be cake wench!" she joked as she handed pieces to her co-workers. Another nice thing about working there was her boss. He was down-to-earth and enjoyed having a laugh with his team. She had always found him attractive. The cheeky look in his eyes when he smiled was particularly sexy. She wondered if he would be shocked to know she had fantasies about screwing him. "Thanks for the cake, everyone," she said. "It's my favourite, especially the icing! But I'll try to be good and not have too much." "Chill, cake wench," he said, showing his sexy smile. "You deserve a treat once a year." Everyone laughed. That evening she had to stay late to finish an urgent report. A few workers remained in other areas, but everyone in her section had gone. Except him. He usually worked late. When people commented on his diligence, he always quoted his favourite saying: "No rest for the wicked!" She had no idea she was about to discover just how wicked. She was concentrating so hard on the report that she did not notice him stride out of his office and head for her desk. She jumped in surprise when suddenly he was in front of her. He grabbed her arm and pulled her to her feet. "Keep quiet, wench," he quietly ordered as he dragged her past the workstations and into the meeting room. She barely had time to wonder what was happening before he demanded she remove her skirt and shirt. In a daze, she did so. He watched as she unzipped her skirt and it fell to the floor, the usual mischief in his eyes now replaced with obvious lust. She began to unbutton her shirt but was nervous and fumbled. He stepped forwards and with one forceful movement, ripped open the shirt and pulled it from her shoulders. Buttons flew off in all directions. "Now that's a good look for a wench." His gaze drifted over her slim body as she stood in front of him wearing only her long black boots, thigh-high stockings, lacy bra and panties. She felt exposed and shy, unsure what to do, yet a twinge of excitement was beginning to form as she wondered what he would do next. She could hear herself breathing more quickly. Suddenly he pushed her against the wall. She gasped as he produced a knife and gently ran the edge along her bra cups. "I know a much better use for this," he murmured in her ear. She glanced down and realised the knife he held was the same one she had used earlier in the day to cut the birthday cake. His sexy smile reappeared as he sliced open the front of her bra, revealing her petite but firm breasts. He leaned over and she let out a tiny moan as his tongue flicked over her nipples, instantly making them harden. "I see you're enjoying this, you little slut," he whispered as he brought his lips to hers and kissed her so deeply she could hardly breathe. Their tongues danced and she moaned more loudly, gently biting his lower lip as the kissing became more passionate. His knife went to work on her panties next, cutting them down each side. He pulled them off in one swift move. Her eyes widened in surprise as he then pushed them into her mouth. "Wouldn't want anyone to hear you scream, would we?" he teased. He lowered his head to her smooth, shaved pussy. His tongue found her already swollen clitoris. She wailed with pleasure as he penetrated her with his tongue, devouring her. "You're very wet down here," he taunted. "Horny, are you? Good, because I'm going to fuck you harder than you've ever been fucked before, slut." He pushed her to the table and bent her over it. She heard his zipper open and felt the tip of his hard-on rub against her from behind, teasing her wet pussy lips. She let out a muffled cry as he plunged deep inside her with one hard thrust. "Oh baby, you feel so good," he moaned as he violently fucked her. He grabbed her breasts and pinched her nipples hard. The panties in her mouth muffled her squeals. She had never found pain arousing before, but now her nipples grew even harder. "You like that, you whore," he whispered in her ear. She could feel her orgasm building as he pounded her even harder. When he finally exploded inside her, she felt wave after wave of pleasure flow through her body as she climaxed and his hot cum filled her. She had never felt anything so intense. They were both panting with exhaustion. "We haven't finished yet, my sweet slut." He withdrew from her soaking wet pussy and removed the panties from her mouth, then dragged her from the table and pushed her to her knees in front of him. "Clean me," he demanded. She hungrily took his penis in her mouth, licking and sucking their combined juices from him. "Better than icing?" he asked mockingly. She nodded, still sucking. She had never tasted anything so good. "Thank you, wench." He calmly zipped up his trousers, then turned and walked out of the meeting room without looking back. After a few moments she stood up slowly, still catching her breath. His sticky cum began to run down her thighs. She scooped it up with her fingers, then licked them clean so she could taste him again. She gathered the remnants of her destroyed underwear and put on her skirt and shirt, tying the shirt in a knot at her waist since the buttons were long gone. She could not quite believe what had just happened, but already longed for the next time he would take her. Her body could be his toy, to have whenever he desired. When would he come for her again? Suddenly her head spun and her knees weakened as his words from that morning came flooding back. "You deserve a treat once a year." No, it couldn't be! Was he that cruel? Would he really make her wait a whole year?! She sank to the floor, whimpering.