Pounding Mrs. Cake

by ArreClonClipo

Rating: mature
Tags: Equestria Girls, Pinkie Pie, Sex, Mrs. Cake, Romance
Length: 6437

A dalliance between Mrs. Cake and a Rule 63 Pinkie Pie.

Mrs. Cake and a Rule 63 Pinkie Pie share a fun, sexy encounter.

Published 2015-12-19 20:00:01 UTC
Last updated 2015-12-19 20:00:01 UTC

This is the first chapter

"Bubble, we need more cinna rolls up front!"

"On it, Mrs Cake!"

Bubble Berry was little more than a blur as he sped through the bakery of Sugarcube Corner. It was only a little after eight in the morning, yet the young man's apron was already smeared on flour, batter, frosting, icing and blotches of at least three kinds of jelly. Bubble Berry didn't care though. He was in his element.

With practiced ease he navigated the cluttered room, somehow able to avoid not cause an even bigger mess. He was too good for that of course. If Bubble Berry made a mess in the kitchen it's because had meant to do so, not by cause of accident. The counters were stacked with mixing bowls, whisks, wooden spoons, spatulas, rolling pins, cookie trays, muffin trays, cake trays, piping bags and a menagerie of baking utensils that got a thorough workout most every day.

The cinnamon rolls were already done and had been resting in a specially made warmer for the better part of a few minutes. No sooner did Bubble Berry open the door that his nostrils were tickled by the spicy sweet aroma of cinnamon and sugar. The cinnamon pastries were nearly the size of his head, and all of them a smooth golden brown. Having worked the past two years at Sugarcube Corner one would think Bubble Berry would have gotten sick of looking at pastries, an unfortunate phenomena that had taken hold of most of his co-workers.

Not so much for Bubble Berry. Even then his mouth watered and he would have liked nothing more than to take a big bite out of a piping hot roll and maybe wash it down with a cold glass of milk. He didn’t, though. Mrs. Cake didn’t like it when he nibbled on the job and he did not want to disappoint her.

Donning a pair of oven mitts, he took out both trays and, after finding some room, set them down, grabbed an equally warm bowl of icing and spooned the white, sugary goodness onto the rolls, making sure they all got a thorough coating.

“Look out beloooow!” Bubble Berry called out as he went out the door to the front of the bakery, balancing a hot tray in each hand.

Already he could see Sugarcube Corner was packed, nary a booth or table empty and more customers still waiting to be served at the counter. There in the corner booth were Roseluck, Daisy and Lily Valley. Macaroons, snickerdoodles and butter cookies were their usuals. Daisy and Roseluck were fond of lattes, while Lily Valley gravitated more towards Chai tea.

There was Derpy, eyes wide and alight as she bent next to the display counter, biting her lip and looking at the selection of muffins on display, unsure which would be the lucky one to make a one way trip through her tummy. Bubble Berry would bet she’d go for blueberry. It was by far her favorite and not two days ago had the post girl declared she was going on a diet, and would limit her carb intake to only one muffin a day.

His friends Time Turner and Big Mac waved from a nearby table, the former working on a bear claw while Mac had already polished off two apple fritters and was working on a third. Bubble Berry sighed and rolled his eyes good naturedly. He had tried many times to get his big friend to sample any other of Sugarcube Corner’s excellent alternatives-- two hundred and twenty six times, to be exact, yet the apple farmer never strayed. One day, Big Mac. One day…

Having set up the rolls for display, Bubble Berry figured they were well stocked on pastries for the next few minutes. He caught Mrs. Cake’s eye and she gave him a smile and a nod. Grinning from ear to ear, Bubble Berry discarded his apron and practically leapt off the counter to make his rounds.

It was by far the better part of his day. Bubbly. Social. Outgoing. All traits the denizens of Ponyville had associated with the young man. Everyone in the bakery was a regular and all the regulars were acquainted in some way or another with the affable Bubble Berry. It filled him with no small amount of fulfillment and ride to see so many smiling faces enjoying his handmade goods.

He made his usual rounds, chatting up the customers, who received him with smiles of their own. Guys and girls. Men and women. Young and old. He greeted Ms. Harshwhinny with exuberance, the older mare sitting by herself at a table and even though it was a Sunday, she was wearing her usual school attire. Perfectly pressed, nothing creased and not a hair out of place. A coffee always, black, and a plain donut, and every once in a while she’d go for an orange scone. “A good morning to you, mister Berry,” was her polite response and the faintest trace of a smile on her usually thin lips. She was rather fond of Bubble Berry, who despite her normally stiff demeanor, never greeted her without his patented brand of enthusiasm. If only he was as dedicated in class…

His cousins, Berry Punch and Cherry Berry were there as well. Oh, how he remembered those silly times he spent at their parents’ berry farm. Camping out in the barn at night, fishing at the local pond and those silly little pretend scenarios in which they’d get married and play house. Berry Punch was working on her third slice of rum cake and there were rumors going around that she’d bring whiskey or bourbon to school and disguise it in bottles of apple juice. It would certainly explain some things, like the last time Bubble Berry spent the night over and his cousin tried to make out with him, only to fall asleep almost immediately, or her penchant to wear sunglasses indoors.

His cousins greeted him cheerfully, and he them. But Bubble Berry couldn't dawdle. There were customers who needed some attention, so he excused himself and, in a display of speed, endurance, balance and contortions that one would normally associate with a monkey on Ritalin, Bubble Berry moved like a human possessed.

The morning and lunch rushes were really one and the same at Sugarcube Corner, and so it wasn't until after two that the small staff at the bakery could take a moment to catch their breath.

Bubble Berry sat on one of the benches across the street from Sugarcube Corner, and accompanying him was Rainbow Dash, who a few months ago had started working as a cashier. The athletic tomboy plopped down unceremoniously beside Bubble Berry, loosening the bowtie on her shirt's collar and expelling an exaggerated sigh, as if she could breathe properly for the first time in years.

"Ahh, that feels good."

Bubble Berry chuckled beside her. "Aw, come on, Rainbow Dash. It wasn't all bad."

"Speak for yourself," Dash said thickly, chewing on a chicken salad sandwich, a lunchbox resting between her thighs. "I mean, you know me, Bubble Berry. I can keep going on all day, but those rushes are unreal! I dunno how you're so chipper after running all over the place."

"That, Rainbow Dash, is nothing but my own Bubble Berry Bubbliness that keeps me feeling like a crisp spring morning," the boy chirped, downing an eclair in two massive bites, his own lunchbox filled with four different kinds of baked goods.

"Hmph, lucky. I could use some of that Bubbliness right about now," Rainbow said slyly. "If only there was a way for me to get somm'a that.

Bubble Berry had an uncharacteristically ponderous frown on his face. "A way for me to share my own Bubble Berry Bubbliness? How would I even do that?"

Rainbow shrugged noncommittally, directly avoiding eye contact. "Oh, you know, I'm just spitballing here, but your Bubbliness might rub off on me if... You know..."

"Hm? What is it, Rainbow Dash?" Bubble Berry asked tentatively, titling his head downwards to catch Rainbow's eye.

"I-if we were to spend some more time together," she blurted out in a rush, and her cheeks took on the faintest rosy tint.

"Oh, you mean like besides work?" Bubble Berry asked, oblivious to Rainbow's ulterior motive.

"Well... yeah, you know," the girl hesitated, fiddling with a lock of her prismatic hair. "Like if we were to spend a little time together. It might rub off or something, or... whatever."

Bubble Berry grinned widely. "That sounds like a stupendous idea, Rainbow Dash!"

"It does?" Rainbow asked with no small amount of surprise.

"Sure!" Bubble Berry nodded enthusiastically. "I always have time to spend with a friend. Oh, but can we do it tomorrow instead? Today is trial day at Sugarcube Corner."

"Trial day? What's that?"

"It's when Mrs. Cake and I try out new recipes to serve at the bakery. It's how we manage to come up with all kinds of tasty treats for everyone to enjoy."

Rainbow sighed in exasperation. "Jeezaloo, Bubble, don't you get tired of working bread and batter all day?"

Bubble Berry shook his head merrily, his mouth full of jelly donut. "Nope-a-dope nope."

Rainbow rolled her eyes good naturedly. Bubble Berry's perky, honest demeanor was a refreshing break from all those single minded jocks. It was the reason the young man had grown on her when she first started working at his bakery.

Naturally, Rainbow would prefer to spend her days eating and sleeping, with sports and outdoors in between, but an adolescent girl will always fall prey to that one dilemma they all share, something that transcends the boundaries of cliques, grades, gender or backgrounds. Namely, the need for cold, hard cash.

Her first day at the job did not start out all too pleasant. She had to wake up at four thirty in the morning, an unholy time where she actually found herself nodding off in the shower. Of course, attending a party and not getting home until one in the morning was probably not the best idea.

As if that wasn't bad enough she was forced to wear a dweebish uniform. Black slacks, black shoes, a pressed white shirt, that ridiculous little bowtie and an outdated maroon vest. Further rubbing salt in the wound, Mrs. Cake flipped out when she saw Rainbow's unrestrained, wind blown hair and demanded that the surly girl tie it up into a bun. A bun! On Rainbow Dash!

The morning deteriorated even further as she was expected to help the restaurant's weird baker get all of Sugarcube Corner's goods hot and ready by the time they opened. Rainbow expected this to be an easy gig. Just go into the fridge, get a roll of frozen cookie dough, unwrap, slice and cook. Even she could go that, but to the tomboy's dismay, she quickly found out almost all of the food offered by Sugarcube Corner was hand made from scratch each day. Of course, Rainbow Dash knew as much about actual baking as she did about astrophysics. It was a disaster. In the first hour of her pitiful attempts at baking she'd burnt three fingers, her right elbow. She spilled a funky smelling yeast based batter on her stomach, dropped a big tray of muffins; mistook sugar for salt, the result a very unpalatable buttermilk frosting, and unintentionally substituted the all-purpose flour needed for flaky, buttery croissants with bread flour, rendering the finished product a tough, chewy, plaster-like mess.

She'd stormed out the back door, ashamed of her clumsiness and very near tears of frustration. Bubble Berry followed quickly, and Rainbow regarded him with hostility. She didn't have a very high opinion of the young man back then. Yes, she would occasionally see him in school but she'd never talked to him, and even when she and her friends visited Sugarcube Corner on a regular basis, their interactions never went beyond placing an order. And then there was his attitude. At first glance Rainbow pegged him for a goofball and not all that bright. His perky and chipper attitude so early in the morning irked her to no end and she had been downright rude to him, as she perceived his helpful attitude and kindness with mockery and condescension, as if he thought she was too dumb and had to talk slow to get the message across.

She told him all this and more, yet the young man did not bat an eye. He wasn't there to poke fun or to mock her. As soon as she finished her tirade, he drew close and enveloped Rainbow in a firm, yet silken hug. For her part, Rainbow was much too stunned to do much but tense up and make odd gurgling noises at the contact. It wasn't like the hugs she'd gotten from her many brief flings before. There was no lust, just warmth. Genuine warmth and a desire to make her feel better. It was like nothing she experienced before... Besides family, but that didn't count, and while Rainbow would normally knock his lights out for such audacity, she couldn’t help but lean in. What happened then was a bit foggy, but she remembered Bubble Berry. He’d been so understanding, so nice, so compassionate. He actually cared about her and wanted her to feel better, to be happy. No guy had ever behaved like that. They wanted one thing and one thing only. Sure, not all of them were like that, but Rainbow only sought companionship with guys who shared her likes and interests, and unfortunately, jocks were at the top of the list. And of course, she wouldn’t be caught dead dating a nerd or a geek. Plus, they were too boring for her.

But Bubble Berry… he was not. He was nice, he was funny, he could always keep her engaged and his energy and zest for life easily outclassed hers. He could keep up with even her considerable stamina and brazen approach to life and not say lame things like ‘slow down’ or ‘I’m getting tired’. As the days and the weeks went on and Rainbow got to know Bubble Berry, the more she found out she liked him… ‘liked him’ like him. She hoped Bubble Berry would share the same feelings and their friendship could grow into something more.

Unfortunately for her, Bubble Berry’s… uniqueness was a bit of a double edged sword. The boy simply seemed to have no concept of romance and to her endless frustration, was oblivious to any hints she would throw his way, and she’d tried everything! She tried rubbing up against him, touching his arm longer than was appropriate(and on later attempts, softly stroking it), she would sit or stand closer than friends should, on their outings she would stretch in ways that would accentuate her taut, toned butt and bring attention to her pert chest-- heck, she had even tried to position herself so that when he was unawares, his arm would come into contact with said assets and had nothing to show for it!

For a while there, Rainbow gave thought to the idea he was simply gay… that or some sort of alien and/or cyborg from space and/or the future. Still, it was a depressing thought and she had even asked him outright if he preferred the company of his own sex, to which Bubble Berry responded with his own trademarked form of obliviousness. It gave her a hint of hope, but she also realized that what she was doing so far wasn’t working. As far as Bubble Berry was concerned, her plot to get him to share some of his Bubbliness was simply another outing between friends.

But she was Rainbow Dash. When she saw something she wanted, she went for it with her all. She had been too hesitant and unsure where Bubble Berry was concerned, and all because of his own uniqueness. The very same uniqueness that haunted Rainbow’s thoughts at night and where she would have to work fast to get some much needed relief. The kid’s gloves were off! Rainbow would not dawdle anymore. She would outright ask him if he’d like for them to become a couple… and hopefully help relieve her itches, but that was further down the line. All she had to do was turn her head, open her mouth and take that very first step.

“Sooo, Bubble, do you have a girlfriend?” At that moment, two urges warred for supremacy within Rainbow’s mind: to punch herself or die from embarrassment.

But Bubble Berry had no idea of the inner workings of Rainbow’s mind. “Silly Rainbow. You know I don’t have a girlfriend. If I did, it would be you.”

Dash very nearly choked on her mouthful of chocolate milk. “I’m your… wha?”

“You know. If I did have a girlfriend then it would be you. You’re the girl I spend the most time with. Well, you and Berry Punch, but she can’t be my girlfriend.”

Rainbow groaned. Of course, what else would he have meant? She’d have to try something else. “Okay, but, have you ever have you ever been with anyone else?”

“Nnnnope,” Bubble Berry said cheerfully as he practically swallowed an entire muffin in one bite.

“So you’ve never kissed another girl?”

“Nop… oh, wait, yes. Yes I have. Why?”

“Juuust curious,” Rainbow replied.

“Bubble Berry giggled. “Oh, Rainbow Dash. You’re so random.”

Rainbow smiled and muttered under her breath, “Said the pot to the kettle.”

“Hm, what was that?”

“I said, do you want to go to the arcade tomorrow?”

Bubble Berry nodded enthusiastically. “Sure! That’s one of my favorite places.”

“It’s a plan, then. See you after work?”

“I’ll be there, Rainbow. I can’t wait.”

***

Bubble Berry cheerfully bounced back to Sugarcube Corner. It was like a second home to him. Mrs. Cake had been best friends with his own mother back when they attended Canterlot High and oftentimes when he was a baby and his parents were busy working, it was Mrs. Cake who would take care of him. He was fond of referring to her as his unofficial second mom, and why shouldn't he? She cared for him, cooked for him, changed his diapers and opened her home to him. Of course, Bubble Berry loved his own parents very much and he knew they loved him, but even he had to admit that affection was not something they doled out freely. Mrs. Cake, though, affection was something she was not hurting on.

Heck, it was the reason why he practically lived at Sugarcube Corner. Well, that and his undying love for sweets and pastries. It was an arrangement most would consider strange, to say the least, but given he was Bubble Berry, practically everyone shrugged it off as another of his quirks. And his parents? Well, they raised an eyebrow, but quickly enough seemed to take it as a given.

It was just after three in the afternoon, and it meant the store would close down for the day, meaning Mrs. Cake would need a helping hand in cleaning down the kitchen.

Walking in the front door, Bubble Berry immediately spotted her behind the counter, a towel in hand and in the process of wiping it down.

“Hiya, Mrs. Cake!”

“Hello, Bubble. Good to see you… oh!” the shop owner exclaimed in surprise as the energetic young man latched on to her in a full bodied hug.

“Did ya miss me, Mrs. Cake?” Bubble whispered huskily in her ear. “Because I did. I've been thinking about you all day.” He then accentuated this by playfully nibbling on her ear and almost immediately, he could feel her face grow warm.

“B-bubble! Not here,” the shop owner said, half startled.

Bubble Berry chuckled. “Sorry, Mrs. Cake,” he said, sounding not too sorry at all. “But I've been wanting to do this all day,” Bubble said, his voice only now with the faintest trace of its usual perkiness, but now lower, urgent and in need. Leaning forward, slowly, Bubble Berry placed his lips against Mrs. Cake.

He murmured in contentment, savoring the contact between her lips. Hers were soft and full, and Bubble loved kissing them. Mrs. Cake’s hands, which has been previously clasping his shoulders, slackened as she too melted into Bubble Berry’s gentle kiss.

“As impatient… as always… Bubble Berry,” Mrs. Cake murmured in between kisses. “Alright dear... in a little bit, just… mmh… just let me close up the shop.”

No sooner did the words left her lips that she was abruptly pulled from Bubble Berry's warm hug and a controlled tornado of pink swept around the eatery. Drapes and curtains were closed, doors were locked, lights were dimmed(why the Cakes installed dimmers instead of normal switches is anybody's guess), tables were cleared away and the shop looked as clean and tidy as opening day.

Mrs. Cake shook her head, not even attempting to wonder anymore how it was that Bubble Berry did half the things he did. Not that she would have gotten a chance as suddenly, two slender arms snaked behind her and wrapped themselves around her waist.

“I'm ready now, Mrs. Cake.”

Bubble Berry nipped and suckled at the nape of her neck, nibbling the soft skin between his teeth and every now and then biting just a little harder than normal, causing his matron to groan in pleasure and hope that whatever mark the young man saw fit to imprint upon her would fade by next day.

Well, if not, I do have a turtleneck to help hide it.

As Bubble Berry’s work intensified, so too did Mrs. Cake’s reactions. Her moans of pleasure got increasingly loud despite her best intentions to hold back and as was the case with situations like these, Mrs. Cake’s body acted on its accord. She ground her plump ass against Bubble Berry’s lean crotch and couldn't help but notice the young man was already at full length, eagerly pressing and rubbing himself against those supple, pillowy globes.

Mrs. Cake could feel her nethers wet, for she knew all too well what was in store for her and ground harder against Bubble Berry. She was pleased at hearing his contented murmurs and not a second later, both of Bubble’s hands made a steady trail from her belly upwards. His hands cupped the underside of her ample breasts and gently traced their contours, working his way up and gently massaging them just like he knew she liked it.

Mrs. Cake couldn't ask for a better lover than Bubble Berry. As insatiable and full of energy as he was, the young man had proven time and time again that in spite of his ‘hypersex drive’ as he called it, he always put her own pleasure first and was mindful to allow her to release before proceeding to thoroughly plow her fields.

In fact, Mrs. Cake thought, he'd been such a good boy that this time, it would be her to first cater to his desires.

Bubble Berry’s hands left her breasts and started to undo the apron at the back, lifting it over her head and carelessly throwing it away.

Mrs. Cake turned, coming face to face with Bubble’s face, stretched in a small, goofy smile, his eyes glazed. She leaned forward, grabbing his shoulders to draw him in and kissed him. Her tongue poked and probed for entrance and she didn't have to wait long before being welcomed into Bubble Berry’s mouth. She wanted to take her time and paced herself as she explored the young man’s mouth. Ever attentive, Bubble Berry caught on and took his time as well. Tongue wrestling was well and fun, yet the slow intimacy of a proper Prench kiss was in a class all its own.

Mrs. Cake’s fingers trailed downwards, searching for the hem of Bubble’s shirt. She broke the kiss and backed away a bit before slowly pulling it off, revealing a leaned, slightly muscular torso. This was one of her favorite parts each time they made love. It was like unwrapping her own little present and there was yet to be a time when she didn't anticipate what lay underneath.

She unbuckled his pants, dropped to her knees and methodically pulled them down. Bubble Berry’s penis was already straining against the fabric, putting more resistance the lower she pulled his garments. So much so that his member sprung free and batted Mrs. Cake’s cheek once she managed to pull the pesky fabric over it. She couldn’t help but giggle like a schoolgirl, and Bubble followed with a few chuckles of his own.

And after the pants were discarded, only one more layer was between her and her prize. Bubble Berry’s arousal was very much evident and already a wet splotch was clearly noticeable in the white fibers of his briefs. Feeling coy, Mrs. Cake reached out with three fingers and gently rubbed the head, drawing a gasp of pleasure from Bubble Berry and causing him to involuntarily thrust his hips forward.

“So impatient, Bubble,” Mrs. Cake teased. She decided to have a little more fun and gently draped her mouth over the head of Bubble Berry’s penis. Even through the cloth of his underwear, the heat of Mrs. Cake’s mouth was all too evident. Bubble Berry groaned in delight and lightly clasped Mrs. Cake’s head, easing his hips forward in an attempt to envelop himself further into his matron’s delightfully warm mouth, but Mrs. Cake grabbed him firmly by his waist and held him in place.

She used her mouth to massage his head, lightly suckled and gently lapped at the tip with her tongue. It only served to make the young man even more excited and he moaned her name, half in pleasure and half in frustration, for though she expertly fellated his member, it was her tighter, hotter, sweeter entrance he craved.

Such an impatient boy. He really should learn to take his time, Mrs. Cake mused. A hard and fast fuck was all well and good, but now that she thought about it, none of their sessions had been slow and paced. The words were practically alien to the hyperactive young man. Well, today we’ll rectify this.

Deciding to indulge him for a bit, she pulled down his underwear, leaving him fully in the nude. Mrs. Cake involuntarily licked her lips as Bubble’s penis came out in full glory, ready and presentable for a good sucking. A small smile flashed on Mrs. Cake’s face before leaning forward, the musky smell of Bubble’s sex pervading her nostrils and fueling that ever familiar sense of hunger.

She took his length in her mouth, not all of it, so as to savor the taste and feel of a young, healthy cock. Sweet heavens, I’ll never get tired of this. The smooth, taut skin. The lewd smell, and the nearly unbridled energy of a young suitor-- a few weeks ago so unfamiliar she had almost forgotten it-- led Mrs. Cake to lean forward more and more. She groaned lightly as her mouth and throat were stretched and consciously tried to choke down her gag reflex as she finally took Bubble’s entire length in her mouth.

It was the first time she’d done this in many years, but it was a success. She glanced upwards at Bubble Berry. He had obviously never been deepthroated in his life, and it showed all over his face. His eyes were very nearly closed, looking down at her and his mouth hung slack and open in a soundless gasp. She swallowed, and the sensation was enough to bring Bubble out of his trance as he now let out a sound between a moan and a growl.

Steadily easing herself out of his cock, Mrs. Cake then proceeded to give it her utmost attention. She suckled, bobbed and slurped every inch of it, savoring the young taste, tracing its length with her tongue and as she performed her duties, Bubble Berry began to thrust his hips forward in an attempt to get as much of Mrs. Cake’s wonderfully skilled mouth as he could.

But before Bubble could get anywhere near climax, Mrs. Cake pulled out, and this time, the young man could not hide the impatience and irritation in his voice. “Mrs. Cake,” he pleaded. “Can we please do it now?”

Chuckling lightly, the portly shop owner stood and placed a light kiss on Bubble’s pouty lips. “Yes, Bubble. You’ve been very patient.” She spread her arms to the side by an inch, looking at Bubble Berry expectantly.

His face lit up and like she did to him, Bubble reached for the hem of her shirt and slowly pulled it upwards, his eyes feasting on the smooth, creamy skin, leaving Mrs. Cake in a bra. Deciding to put on a show for Bubble, the shop owner slid the straps from her shoulders and pulled the undergarment over her head, as though it were a shirt.

Her breasts clung to the fabric as she eased it off, standing in the air, waiting to be let out. Bubble Berry was transfixed, biting his bottom lip as little by little, more of Mrs. Cake’s glorious mounds were revealed, until finally they spring free. They swung once, twice, three times like pendulums as gravity reclaimed its hold over them and Bubble Berry couldn’t help but let out an involuntary groan, unabashedly feasting his eyes on them.

His gaze caught Mrs. Cake’s, who with a small smile and a coy nod answered his unspoken question. Bubble Berry reached out with both hands to cup her left breast, and though he had held it several times in the past, each time it happened was as wondrous an experience as the first time it happened. They were big, bigger than a handful. So much so that he needed both hands to properly hold one. Soft, flexible and oh-so-comfy. They were the best pillows ever, yet retained enough yield and firmness to keep them from being a gross, droopy mess.

And her nipples. Oh, he could latch on to them for years to come. Bit-sized, pink areolas melded perfectly with her skin, and the small, full bodied nub of her nipples stood erect, aching with desire to be sucked, nibbled and tweaked.

And that’s exactly what Bubble Berry did. Like a babe hungering for mother’s milk, he took the breast in his mouth, tracing the edge of her areola with his tongue, working his way to the center, lightly suckling as if he hoped to draw nourishment from her teat and it made Mrs. Cake’s desire grow, enough that with every second, she found herself of mind to lay down and let her virile young lover pound her into bliss.

Bubble’s ministrations grew more frenzied. He ran his tongue over her stiff nipple, using his free hand to pull, pinch and twist its neglected counterpart. Mrs. Cake moaned softly, her nubs still aching, only now it was a more pleasant, mellow tingle. She leaned her head back and sighed in contentment as Bubble Berry kept on working, stroking his back and one hand and his head with the other.

It was during these sessions of theirs that she felt her connection to the quirky adolescent deepen just a little more. She’d been a prominent figure throughout his life, watching him grow and in many ways was like a son to her. The beginning of their sexual relationship had opened up a whole new chapter in both their lives. Whether these blissful times could last was yet to be seen, but right or wrong, Mrs. Cake did not once regret it happened.

She was pulled back to the situation after realizing that Bubble Berry was no longer working on her breasts. He stood at eye level with her. No words passed between them, but words hardly

mattered at the moment. Bubble leaned forward, she pursed her lips and they kissed. He melded his lean frame to her supple body, both of them relishing the feel of the other’s naked torsos. It helped inflame the kiss with passion, but tempered by care and a special kind of love.

Mrs. Cake didn’t rightly know how long they kissed. It might have been seconds or minutes, so lost were they on the act, nibbling the other’s lips, placing small, brief kisses and other times prolonged stays in each other’s mouths.

The time had come, and they both knew it. Bubble took care of Mrs. Cake’s jeans, removing them along with her underwear, and while he was at eye level with her glistening womanhood, he took the opportunity to lap up the juices that had escaped her labia, causing her to suck in a breath through her teeth and even had a second or two to help himself to Mrs. Cake’s voluptuous bottom, grabbing a handful in each hand and giving each of her smooth expanses a firm slap to boot.

The shop owner giggled coquettishly at his antics and Bubble Berry flashed her an impish grin. He lightly pushed her against the counter, where they had done the deed on more than one occasion, but Mrs. Cake stopped him. Bubble cocked his head, looking at her questioningly.

“Lie down, dear. Let’s do things differently today,” she said softly and Bubble complied.

“Okay, Mrs. Cake.”

It was usually he who was on top, and hadn’t yet had the pleasure of a woman riding him. He knew full well by this point Mrs. Cake wanted to take charge. A bit unusual, to say the least, but the thought excited him even more.

She stood over him, legs on either side of his body and lowered herself. Bubble groaned as he shifted to accommodate her weight, but it was far from discomfort. Her slit sat atop his engorged member, its heat far more intense than her mouth and her sweet juices coating his shaft, lubricating it and in the process making any contact all the more pleasurable.

Placing her hands on Bubble Berry, chest, Mrs. Cake rocked forwards and backwards in a controlled rhythm, making sure to coat all of Bubble’s penis in her juices. Bubble grabbed ahold of Mrs. Cake’s wide thighs, digging his fingertips in her soft flesh and involuntarily thrust his hips upwards in an attempt to take her in. It didn’t work.

Luckily, for him, Mrs. Cake decided at this point she could not wait any more. Raising to her knees, she grabbed ahold of Bubble Berry’s member and lined her entrance to it. Short, near panicky breaths escaped from between Bubble Berry’s clenched teeth, so badly did he want to be enveloped by his matron’s insides.

His tip made contact with her entrance and he groaned. Mrs. Cake’s eyes were closed, a small frown of concentration on her brow, though her deep, heaving breaths gave away her arousal. In one smooth, controlled motion, she lowered herself fully, drawing a throaty moan from Bubble and a gasp of ecstasy from her.

But the time for paced, slow lovemaking was over. Before Bubble Berry could regain his breath, Mrs. Cake repeated the motion, clenching her walls tight as she could and rose only enough to keep the head of his penis within her. She lowered again and like before, the sweet friction of their sexes rubbing together gave way to louder moans of pleasure from them.

Mrs. Cake proceeded to ride Bubble Berry with fast, powerful strokes and the young man reciprocated her efforts, thrusting as hard as he could in tandem with her, pounding her nethers raw, intensifying both their pleasure and in turn causing both of them to redouble their efforts.

Their groans and cries of pleasure had built enough that a bystander outside the shop would have heard the commotion, but neither of them paid it any mind. Mrs. Cake bounced along Bubble Berry’s cock with such vigor that the young man would normally have thought it impossible for the portly woman, but so lost was she in the throes of passion that she did not seem to notice the strain she put on her body.

She rode him more and more, and to Bubble’s surprise, he was actually losing steam, while Mrs. Cake showed no sign of stopping. He cupped both her breasts, pulling, pinching and tweaking her nipples and it only caused to further frenzy the woman. She let out a throaty “Yes!”, she could feel her climax nearing, as did Bubble Berry.

He was sweating by this point, his muscles ached and so he let Mrs. Cake take the lead. He removed his hands from her breasts and simply laid there, letting the woman he loved pleasure him and watching her bountiful breasts bounce with every turn. It lasted but a second before Mrs. Cake practically screamed “No!” and grabbed ahold of his wrists, pressing them firmly against her tits.

Mustering what little strength he had left, Bubble Berry ground his crotch against Mrs. Cake’s as she came back down and his resistance finally broke. His body seized and went ramrod straight as his climax spurt burst after burst of his seed in Mrs. Cake’s womb, and not a few seconds later she followed suit.

She thrust once, then twice and buried Bubble’s penis within her with one last thrust. Her walls clamped with all their might, she threw her head back and screamed in pure bliss as her orgasm finally peaked. Wave after wave of pleasure overtook her body, literally making her shudder as she milked Bubble Berry’s cock for all it was worth.

The young man may have been the first to finish, but Mrs. Cake was definitely the last. She rode her orgasm long after Bubble’s subsided and when she finally came back down, the strain she had put in her body came back full force and she collapsed beside her lover.

For several seconds, neither of them moved or spoke as they desperately tried to regain their breath, chests heaving as they greedily took in lungfuls of air.

But eventually it passed, and Bubble Berry moved to embrace Mrs. Cake and she-- well, she was still a bit too winded from her exertion, but managed to drape an arm over him anyway. Bubble Berry buried his face in the crook of her neck, holding her close to him with all the tenderness of a life mate, his arm around her belly and pressed well against her breasts. No words needed to be shared and they both basked in the postcoital bliss.