Pounding Carrot Cake

Pound Cake has seen a lot of action since he became an adult. Over the years, Pound had been exercising daily in order to achieve the perfect manly figure. His efforts were worth it, as he quickly developed muscles in every desired area of his body. With bulging biceps, broad shoulders, razor sharp pecs, rock-hard abs, and well-toned legs, Pound was a hunk from his top to his bottom. In fact, it seemed like the most attractive physical trait that Pound had was near the bottom, where he was storing all of his fat. After doing countless sets of squats and lunges, Pound Cake had developed a well-sculpted ass that was typical of any college-age man, even though it was bigger than most others at his school. Needless to say, Pound got himself some looks from some of the most beautiful women he had ever seen once he entered college. As such, Pound Cake has gotten laid a bunch with a select few female students. At least once every week he would sleep with one, sometimes two chicks, who were as hot as most PlayPony models, and tonight was one of those nights.

Pound was visiting the dorm of a recurring sex partner named Glamour Gams, a light-purple pegasus mare who had developed a following on social media for her makeup tutorials and her dance videos that often featured her twerking. Her massive rear was like a relic to Pound, who had been following her on social media since they first met. Glamour also had DD-cup breasts, plump lips, and some real birthing hips, all qualities that Pound admired dearly. She also wasn't afraid to get a little sarcastic now and again, her comments always eliciting a laugh out of Pound. Glamour Gams had invited Pound over to show off a new golden one-piece V-shaped bikini that she had bought from Rarity's boutique. He was quick to give the swimsuit his approval, especially once she started oiling herself up and twerking in his direction. Before long, the two of them started making out, hungry for each other's affection.

"Oh Pound, uunnggh~ yeah touch me right there sweetie," Glamour Gams moans, Pound Cake caressing her breasts from underneath her bikini. He was still in his boxers, yet to remove them so they can commence their afternoon sex.

"I know you like when I touch you Glam, but how about we have some real fun?" Pound asks, giving his partner a peck on the nape of her neck.

"Hell yeah big boy," Glamour responds, getting off Pound for a moment so that he could stand up and remove his boxers. His fully erect cock is then covered with a condom for protection. Glamour Gams takes off her bikini before laying down on her bed, ready to fully embrace her handsome lover. Pound crawls on top of his partner and locks lips with her before sliding his thick member into her pussy. Glamour lets out a loud moan before wrapping her arms and legs around Pound, who began thrusting at a quick pace, so much so that his own ass vibrated. They make out and fuck like rabbits in the missionary position for a glorious ten minutes before Pound decides to place his dick in-between Glamour's swollen cleavage. He grabs the bottle of oil and pours more onto the plump boobs before grabbing onto them and thrusting his hips over and over again.

"Yeah, you like fucking these fat titties don't ya hun?" Glamour Gams exclaims. The musky aroma of Pound Cake's rod assaulted her nose with every thrust, and looking up at the muscular figure above her made her feel more submissive to his actions. The plushness of Glamour's tits, which were made more slippery by the oil, sent pleasure all throughout Pound's body. After another ten minutes of titty-fucking, Glamour got down on all fours, shaking her ass like Pound were her video camera. Pound lathers more oil onto the thick butt cheeks before rubbing it in nicely and placing his cock in-between them. He hotdogs Glamour's buns without restraint, loving the feeling of her gelatinous ass encasing his dick. Glamour moans from the sensation of giving an assjob to such a sexy man. Before long, Pound plunges his cock into Glamour's womanhood at full force, fucking her like they were dogs in heat.

"oh fuck yeah, mmm~ fuck that big beautiful ass honeybun unnggh <3" Glamour moans loudly, reveling in the pleasure of being bent over and banged like a submissive breedable slut. Her tongue rolls out of her mouth and her eyes roll backwards as she takes an ass-full of meat from her hunky master. Her ass and boobs jiggle with each thrust, which only turned Pound on even more. He tugged at Glamour's hair, which made her moan louder and cum uncontrollably. After another ten minutes of the air being filled with the sound of clapping and moaning, Pound finally feels like his volcano is about to erupt.

"Oh Glam Gams," Pound Cake moans, "I'm g-gonna, gonna...c-cum!!" With one last moan from the both of them Pound unleashes a truckload of semen into the condom that he was wearing. Glamour’s orgasm is so intense that she almost passes out, which would not have been a concern considering that she was on her bed. Pound slips his log out of her and the two of them spoon for a bit as they recover from their orgasms.

“Oh my Celestia,” Glamour Gams says, “you get better every time.”

“Always happy to help a girl in need,” Pound replies.

“You wanna go again?” Glamour asks, “I still want to sit on your face.”

“Absolutely!” Pound Cake answers, “one more though, I’m visiting my folks for dinner tonight.”

“Alright family man,” Glamour replies with a kiss on the lips, “but I better see you in my bed the morning after that house party tomorrow night.”

“Oh, I’ll be there,” Pound says, “and so will probably two more girls.” That last little comment earned a laugh from Glamour, who knew that he probably wasn’t wrong. The two of them proceed to engage in more sexual escapades with Glamour on top instead of Pound. The man was loving living like a king.

Meanwhile, at Sugar Cube Corner, Carrot and Cup Cake were engaging in their own sexual activity. Despite being married for almost two decades, they still had a lot of drive to show each other a romantically good time. This was also helped by the fact that they were always open to trying new things in the bedroom, sometimes involving another person like Pinkie Pie. Before getting started on dinner for when Pound arrived, Carrot and Cup Cake decided to relieve some sexual tension. Pumpkin Cake could hear from her bedroom that they were clearly having a good time, though she was trying to drown out the noise by engaging in her own self-pleasure. It especially sounded like her dad was having a good time, since he was moaning the most. She figured that he just loved fucking her mom doggy style that much.

“oh yes~ that feels so fucking good!” Carrot Cake moans.

“Yeah? You like getting fucked in that fat ass of yours?” Mrs. Cake exclaims. As a matter of fact, Mr. Cake was getting pegged by his wife. These two were very experimental in the bedroom, and one thing that they both enjoyed was role reversal, with Carrot Cake getting a lubed up silicone dildo on a strap-on worn by Cup Cake repeatedly thrusted into his asshole. Since they became a couple, Mrs. Cake was aware of her husband’s bi-sexuality, as evidenced by the male football players he used to make out with before she and him started dating in college. Carrot Cake always had the hots for both women and men, but he was absolutely in love with the girl that he married. Cup Cake was happy to fulfill both sides to his sexual preferences, and soon pegging became a common occurrence in the bedroom.

Mr. Cake loved being bent over like a slut and feeling a hard cock in his ass fucking him roughly with no end in sight. He especially loved it when his ass, and the cock that was inside of him, we’re both oiled up. The shimmer on his skin added to the appeal of his booty, which was considerably bigger and more bouncy than most other men. Carrot Cake had less muscles than his son and his skin was much squishier and softer than a typical man. He wasn’t a total femboy though, as his erect cock went past his belly button in terms of length. This made him a perfect partner for Cup Cake, not to mention that he was caring, compassionate, and supportive of her dream to run a bakery.

“You like having that carrot in your ass fucking you like a little slut baby?” Mrs. Cake moans as she continues to ram her hot husband in his thick caboose. Despite the fact that she was a plus-sized woman, Cup Cake still did enough cardio to have enough physical strength to peg Carrot Cake.

“oh yeah, I’m g-gonna cum, fuck me more,” Carrot Cake chirps, his cock twitching as his prostate was massaged with every thrust from his busty wife. Mrs. Cake thrusts faster, anticipating that it wouldn’t be long until they both reached their climaxes. After five more minutes of pegging, Mr. Cake cums all over the covers, letting out a loud moan as his orgasm surges throughout his body. Cup Cake cums shortly after her husband’s orgasm, eventually pulling the strap-on out of his busted rear. The married couple lay down on the bed together, but not before using two bath towels to clean the mess that Mr. Cake made.

“So I take it you enjoyed that dear,” Mrs. Cake says to her tired husband.

“Oh that was wonderful,” Mr. Cake responds, “it was like living out my fantasies of my…well, our son, giving me his juicy meat.” Cup Cake chuckles.

“You still like to think about that?” Mrs. Cake says, seemingly unfazed by her husband’s open desire to have sex with Pound Cake. Carrot Cake had mentioned it before, saying that he felt ashamed but that he just couldn’t help it. Pound Cake had grown up to be a big, strong, and healthy man. Mr. Cake had watched him run before, and needless to say, he was impressed by how much stamina he had. He was also impressed by how big and well-toned his son’s glutes were, and by the way he would sweat. The shimmering skin of Pound’s shirtless torso, and the way his sweat-soaked gym shorts clung to his booty. Mr. Cake even noticed a bulge in his son’s shorts a few times, which made him feel compelled to rip them off and relieve him of his tension. He imagined the smell of Pound’s sweat combined with the natural musk of his balls and cock assaulting his nose as he sucked him off. He was embarrassed to admit it, but the only incest that Carrot Cake desired was sex with his Adonis-like son.

“It’s okay if you do sweetie,” Mrs. Cake says, reassuring her blushing husband, “I think about it too.”

“Heh, you’ve lived it,” Mr. Cake retorts. It was no longer a secret that Cup Cake had developed an attraction for Pound as well. In fact, for their eighteenth birthday, Mrs. Cake arranged for Pound and Pumpkin to have sex with both her and Pinkie Pie. Since then, Mrs. Cake has been banging her son and her daughter. In other words, she had no issue with her husband wanting to get in on the action too, and it was certainly no surprise that he had eyes for Pound in particular.

“Y’know, this Sunday is Father’s Day,” Mrs Cake says, “I could see if maybe Pound would be willing to make your dreams come true.” Carrot Cake turns his head with an excited expression on his face.

“You mean it?” Mr. Cake responds. His elated expression suddenly fades to one of timidity. “But isn’t he just straight?”

“Oh come on,” Mrs. Cake exclaims with an eyeroll, “he’s done anal with me before, I don’t think it matters who he does it with, an asshole’s an asshole after all.”

“Yeah, I suppose that’s true,” Mr. Cake says, his dick twitching over the thought that his son might actually have sex with him on Father’s Day, “that would be great honey.”

“Good,” Mrs. Cake replies, “we should probably get dressed, I’ll ask Pound after dinner.”

Carrot and Cup Cake are able to clothe themselves before Pound Cake arrives for dinner. Pound gets to catch up with his family about what they’ve been doing over the past week. Pumpkin Cake reveals that she has found a couple of options for student housing that she is going to look at with Mrs. Cake sometime within the next week. Meanwhile, Mr. and Mrs. Cake have been looking into hiring a few new staff members and managers so that they can keep things around the bakery running smoothly, and find more time to spend with each other. The Cakes enjoy each other’s company, as well as the food prepared by Mrs. Cake.

The woman whose choice of outfit underneath her apron had Pound quick to notice what it was. Mrs. Cake was only wearing a white bra and panties underneath her white and pink apron. While the sight wasn’t obscene, at least when work-hour dress codes were not in effect, it still did very little to mask her alluring figure. So it was good that Mr. Cake decided to file paperwork for the end of the week and that Pumpkin had decided to study for an upcoming quiz, because that gave Pound Cake and his mom the chance to do the dishes alone. Or at least, doing the dishes was their excuse to cover up their true intentions.

“Come here you,” Pound says as he undoes his moms apron before wrapping his arms around her, resting one hand on her left hip and the other on her right shoulder. They move in for a hot and wet make-out session that allows for Pound to undo Mrs. Cake’s bra. She lets it slip off of her mountainous chest, all the while she and her son continue to French kiss each other. They separate, and Mrs. Cake turns around to allow Pound to slip off her panties. Once he pulls them down to his moms ankles, he grabs a bottle of vegetable oil and pours some onto her thick derrière. He then pulls out his fully erect log from downstairs, primed for insertion into Mrs. Cake’s ass. Pound grabs the gigantic and slippery flesh-bubbles in front of him and slides his cock into his moms puckered star.

“oohhh~ you want to see this fat booty bounce don’t you?” Mrs. Cake moans, happy to serve the hunk that was showing her a good time. Pound reaches around his mom’s body and grabs onto her breasts, fondling them like they were blobs of slime. The sound of plaps and moans echoed throughout the room. It was certain that Pumpkin and Carrot Cake were able to hear them at this point. Cup Cake and Pound Cake didn’t care, however. After about three minutes, the couple move away from the counter and Mrs. Cake kneels down before lying her upper body down uselessly on the floor. Pound kneels down behind her before eating out her pussy like it were one of her cakes. He continues this for a few more minutes before standing back up and slipping his penis back into his mom’s blue starfish.

“yess! F-fuck me sweetie! Fuck mommy in her ass and make her cum!” Mrs. Cake squeaks.

“Oh yeah, ohh <3 you fuckin’ like that?” Pound Cake moans under his breath. They continue to breed like animals in the wild for five minutes before Pound finally loses his grip on his orgasm. With one last powerful thrust, he floods his moms ass with his healthy baby batter. Mrs. Cake cums all over the floor, though she is unfazed by the mess that she made. After her son slips his cock out of her butt, Mrs. Cake stands up and collects herself, turning around before giving Pound a kiss on the lips.

“Enjoyable as always stud,” Mrs. Cake purrs, caressing her son’s hips.

“It was my pleasure,” Pound Cake replies.

“Same here,” Mrs. Cake says, “but you know who would also find that enjoyable?”

“Oh, who?” Pound asks, pondering who she could be alluding to. He had been having sex with a number of female students at college already, so he was unsure of any other girl that would be interested in meeting him.

“Well, y’know how we love to have sex despite the fact that we’re family?” Mrs. Cake asks, to which Pound nods his head back at her. At this point, Pound thought that his mom was leading up to a proposal to have sex with his sister Pumpkin Cake, which he had never done before. “And you know how me and your sister are both women, and yet we sometimes have sex with each other?”

“Mmhmm,” Pound replies. As a matter of fact it was Pumpkin’s preference for women that kept him from trying to have sex with her.

“Well…” Mrs. Cake hesitates, “…your father wants to have sex with you too.” Pound’s heart nearly stops, he didn’t expect to hear that. He was aware that his dad had a fetish for pegging, but he was caught off guard when he heard that he was craving the real deal. It seemed as if Pound Cake was so muscular and handsome that he had successfully, though unintentionally, made his own father fall in love with him. Pound wasn’t ready to admit that his cock grew a little upon suddenly having the thought in his head of his dad bent over while he rutted him in the ass.

“I know this is probably shocking dearie,” Mrs. Cake says in an attempt to reassure her son, “but he really loves you and just wants to spend some father-son time with you, even if it’s a little unorthodox.”

“I-I u-umm u-uhh…” Pound Cake trips over his own words, attempting to form a coherent sentence, “I a-appreciate the o-offer, mom,” he says, “but I’m not sure i-if, w-well I mean…” Pound shivers. He didn’t want to accept his mom’s proposal on his dad’s behalf, and yet a part of him didn’t want to reject it either. That part in particular was between his legs, and it was back up to full mast. Pound Cake couldn’t tell at this point if his erection was coming from his still naked mom, or the thoughts of his dad flew throughout his brain.

“It’s okay son, I know you like girls, and I promise that you will always like girls,” Mrs. Cake says, putting her hands on her son’s shoulders, “but look at it this way, you and I just engaged in anal sex, so it’s not like it would feel foreign if you stuck that big manly cock of yours inside a different gender’s asshole.”

“I appreciate the thought,” Pound replies, “that’s a good way of looking at it.” He gives his mom a big hug before continuing. “I’m not saying no, definitely not saying no,” Pound explains, “but…but I-uhh…” he starts stumbling, did Pound actually want to accept the offer?

“I’ll have to think about it first,” Pound Cake finally clarifies, “after all, you gotta get into their heart before you get into their pants, as they say.” His mom gives him a smile.

“That’s okay son,” Mrs. Cake says, “but I think we both know that you’re already a deep focus of your father’s heart.” She starts making out with her son to ease him of his tension. “I should probably take a shower, will you be okay doing the dishes by yourself.”

“Absolutely,” Pound Cake replies.

“Thanks honey,” Mrs. Cake says, a grateful expression on her face, “I love you son.”

“I love you too mom,” Pound Cake replies before getting started on unloading the clean dishes from the washer. Mrs. Cake walks out of the kitchen, Pound staring gleefully at her shimmering booty bouncing with each step, and goes into the bathroom. Pound took his time on the dishes, because he now had some serious thinking to do.