Birthday Present (Part Eight)

Her moaning becomes muffled but he can still hear it, growing in volume and intensity. The walls of her squeeze him tightly from every direction and there’s no air inside whatsoever, only moisture which he chokes on when he tries and fails to catch a breath. To his relief, after a moment she slowly pulls him out and he’s able to grab a quick inhale. But then she shoves him in again, more violently than the first time.

She repeats this rhythm with gradually increasing speed. Puts him inside her in a quick, jerky motion, then slowly, excruciatingly slowly, drags him out, letting his tiny head pop out from between her lips just long enough to snatch a quick breath of air before she puts him back in. Her pussy seems to suck him in deeper if its own volition, as if trying to consume him entirely.

After doing this for what feels like a long time, she changes up the movement, pulling him out even more slowly and dragging his face upwards against her clit each time before sliding him back inside her.

She does this for another few minutes and then surprises him again by not putting him back into her, instead keeping him pressed against her clit. She’s soaking wet and he’s choking on mouthfuls of her pussy’s hot, thick juices.

“Stop  it!” he screams furiously.

In response she just giggles breathily and then starts moaning even louder.

She rubs his face into her clit in a strangely specific semi-circular motion. Her other hand arrives below him and she slips two fingers into her pussy.

“Kiss me, Snuggles!” she moans breathily.

He hesitates; he can’t stop thinking about Sharon. Even under these extraordinary circumstances, the prospect of willingly pleasuring this girl feels like a betrayal.

He hears her laugh. “Snuggles, if you’re not gonna be a good boy and kiss me, I’m gonna put you in my butt instead. Your choice!”

Stunned by the prospect of her threat, he hesitates again, weakly stammering a protest that she either can’t hear or just ignores.

“Suit yourself, cutie!”

Her hand starts to move him downwards, dragging him slowly off of her clit, tracing the edge of her pussy’s left lip with his face, as if carefully drawing a line with a marker. Excruciatingly slow. He flails uselessly against her fingers, feeling her getting increasingly wet in response to the touch of his tiny body against her.

“No, no! No!”

She drags his face even further down, getting him soaked in the hot, thick juices that ooze from her pussy. The landscape of her body changes quickly, her lips giving way to the smooth skin between her thighs, and then her huge ass cheeks quickly engulfing him until he’s wedged between them, face to face with her anus.

He hears her moaning even louder as she rubs his face into it, her other hand gradually speeding up in its stimulation of her clit. The musky scent of her ass is suffocating.

Her moaning gets louder and louder as she brings herself closer to a climax. She keeps rubbing his face against her in little circles, occasionally pushing his entire head all the way into her ass and then popping it out.

Her moans gradually turn into screams. “Yes Snuggles! Yes! Who’s my good boy! Mmm… Who’s my good little butt toy!”

Infuriated, he struggles even harder, but this only seems to arouse her more. “Oh god, yes!!! Good boy!!!”

Finally, he feels her entire body convulse, her muscles tensing and holding for a long moment, then falling into a satisfied repose. She gradually winds down the motions of the hand she’s holding him with and eventually comes to a stop.

Physically completely spent and relieved that the ordeal seems to finally be over, he drifts off into an exhausted, dreamless sleep, but only for a moment. He’s woken only a minute or two later by her hand whipping him back up to meet her face. She’s lying down on the pillow now, smiling sleepily at him as she holds him down before her on her pillow. He’s so exhausted and bruised from repeatedly holding his breath and being squeezed by the muscles inside her pussy that his body goes almost entirely limp in her hand.

“We’re gonna have a little nap now, Snuggles,” she says, her breath washing over his face like a warm ocean breeze.

He’s speechless, utterly humiliated by the prospect of her taking a nap while she cuddles him like a teddy bear, but too exhausted now to put up a fight.

Eyes closed, she repositions herself a little bit and presses him against her lips.

“You’re my good boy, Snuggles.” She gently kisses his face a few times, then sucks him a little bit into her mouth, resting the tip of her tongue against the side of his face. Only half of his head is between her lips, so he can still breathe, but the air he gets is mostly her recycled breath.

“Mmm,” she moans sleepily. “My cuddly little pet.”

Exhausted, he allows himself to drift off to sleep in her hand, her soft pillowy lips still wrapped around his head.