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.

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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... Youarebig..." 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,andbefore 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 shesaton 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.

"oooohhhfuuuuuuck......" 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.