#3 (p1): Breath Play, Deepthroating
It's just the two of them. A big cuddly bear, a kodiak, kicking back already after a long day of work--and a bunny barely half his height, a cottontail, not even that tall with her knees stretched over the floor.
He's the one who sighs, "You ready, baby? Comfy? Shh. Just nod for me."
The cottontail nods slow and sure in the grip of her man. The kodiak holds her plush ears gently between thick fingers, but the twinge of his slightest tugging is a power she's given over to him.
It's her tongue she holds out by herself in between his fat legs. Her little breaths heave in tandem with his throbs and pulses.
"Here we go, baby. Don't jerk for me. Here we go, baby, easy now."
Her ears are so delicate. They're her only parts that don't stretch. She feels herself tugged nearly before he pulls her, sweet as he can, and through a welling behind her eyes, a widening between her lips, she follows him deep.
The tip of his cock lodges against her throat. Plugs her up. She trembles inside, but stares through big blue eyes back to the man skirting her lungs just underwater.
"There you go, baby," he tells her. "Oh, good girl."
Her tongue still holds innocently beneath him, held firm past her lips, like the tiny napkin serving his dish. It wets her man and spills her quiet gags from within.
The kodiak pauses his woman's descent, thumbing at her taut plush, toying at the softness inside and out. He watches the show of adoration and quiet desperation in her teary eyes.
"Look at you," he says. "You're so pretty. You're such a good girl."
She feels the warmth radiating from just his gaze. His chest pulses easily above her, and with a deep breath, something wispy, he says, "Deeper for me now, baby. Do it for me."
He guides her through the twinge in her ears, pulling them, a twitch of pain racing down her spine. The cottontail clutches her eyes shut and follows blindly, reaching farther, giving him the sloppy, glucking sounds of every inch taken as the air's pressed tighter in her lungs.
Her tongue graces her man's sac. Her lips welcome his crotch against them. Her face embraces the kodiak's whole cock in a deep, kindly kiss. Her lungs shake in her chest, but the wet sounds squeezed out from them beg for a taste, too.
She doesn't mean to, but the cottontail squirms. Her man presses his knees closer around her and forces her face snug into the grasp below his belly. Her fingers press and curl against the floor, but she doesn't croak a word of protest.
"There we go," he says. "Come on, baby. I want you to work for it. I want you to show me."
There's just a small release in her ears. She forces her bleary eyes open and gazes weakly back up to her man, letting him watch her at her best. She slides heavy off his shaft, wet and slick now, but only up to the tip that's twitching again and again against her throat's entrance.
No, no. She's not really allowed off yet. But she knows how to work for it.
She thrusts herself back over the whole of his cock, failing to brace her esophagus for the steel rod slamming it wide open. Her little nostrils tremble the same as her eyes, but no matter how they spill, she pulls back out and slams all over again. The forced swallows in her throat echo a constant gag, louder every time, that she can't restrain.
A sensation in the bottom of her brain grows bigger every second that's begging her to pull off. Her chest heaves louder yet in her eardrums, but only the constant railing of a cock making new shapes of her depths reaches the conscious part of her that says to just keep fucking, more, please, keep going, just a taste further.
She wants more than what her lungs can provide. The loudest part of her brain insists his cock is more important.
"Oh, my god... you're such a good girl," her man groans, barely rumbling over the slapping and gagging of spit below. "Just look at you... you're so good, baby."
She doesn't stop to soak in his praise. She can't stop now. She sucks to the root and moistens all the scruffy fur of her man's crotch with her own spit and tears, strokes deep, then slurps her tongue back across the mess. Her cheeks are already full to bursting with his bare flesh, but he grows wider inside her.
She slows. Every thud in her throat sends a blur flickering across her vision now. Her gaze falters upon her man's, blinking through unconscious hiccups, before she's reached the last swallow. But she wants it.
Please. She still wants it.
She needs help.
The kodiak wraps his fingers fresh around her ears and tells her through a deep, willowy breath, "It's okay, baby. I've got you. I've got you. You're such a good girl. Hold on, now."
He squeezes her ears and drags her back onto his cock. He tugs her all the way, deep as he can, plunges inside someplace that still feels fresh to his every thick pulse. He sighs inside her. It takes him no effort to wrestle her face deep on top of him, let her another inch loose, and do it again and again.
Her lungs cry without any noise, the force yanking her ears enough to make her bawl if she could pay attention to any more than the current fleshlight duties of her throat.
A feeling, more than a thought, illuminates her mind for just a second. She fully experiences being just a toy. She is just a toy. Her throat is a cocksleeve. Her man's enjoying himself like he would with any cum-stained fucktoy, but he's using her to do it.
She's such a good girl. For that second, she knows it.
"You're so beautiful, baby, god--here we go. Oh, girl. I've got you. Here it comes--"
The cottontail is slammed one last time against the fat of her man's cock. The kodiak holds his woman taut as a heavy shot of cum splashes down her clogged throat, sticking, dripping, freshening the air stuck inside her with a stench rubbing its way out her nostrils.
She tastes him everywhere she still holds consciousness. Her face is wetter now than her man's glistening cock inside her, and she holds a release in her hole that she still wants to lick, suck, and swallow.
She's such a good girl. She wants to show him. She just doesn't have the strength.
The kodiak lets go of her ears, but slips his fingers over her cheeks next. He slides her off himself. There's a near bubbling of leftover semen on his woman's gaping tongue as she gasps life back into her lungs, coughs, gasps again. He pulls his knees apart and strokes her face, supporting her from collapsing, giving her time now. She breathes again still in between his thick grasp.
"Good girl, good girl... I'm so proud of you. You did such a good job. I'm so proud."
The cottontail blinks in succession at her stream of tears and sniffles, but she doesn't move to wipe them. Her tongue drifts naturally back over her man's cock, gasping past him, but licking the spill she has to care of. She wipes and slurps too messily to be of any use now, but she'll still show him what a good girl she is.
He pulls her away softly, her tongue dangling out of reach from him. He wipes the tears from her eyes with a careful brush of his thumbs and lifts her chin back toward his. The rest of the mess lingers deep in her open cheeks.
"Look at you," he says. "You're so pretty. Will you swallow it for me, baby?"
She looks back into his gaze, pauses her ragged breaths, and gulps a heavy lump down her throat.
"Good girl, there you go," he says. "So proud of you. You feel good now?"
The cottontail closes her eyes again, nestling easier into the cupping of his hands, and nods.
The kodiak brushes her cheeks twice, massaging her breaths easier. He coos, "Good girl. Good. Can you get up for me now, baby? It's time for us to keep going."
Her ears still throb where he took hold of her. Her throat rasps the dregs of his cum, every gasp it carries pained from the consistent fucking of its depths. Her whole head still rattles even in his soft caress.
And she pushes up as best she can for more.
"Oh, good girl."