Chapter 3 Nursing

Elle unpins her skirt, revealing a massive pulsing bulge as it falls away.

"What..." Kyrie stares in quiet shock as Elle slowly inches her thong down her hips. "...is that?"

Elle's enormously thick cock bends, strains, then pops loose from its confinement, bouncing heavily. A big glob of precum oozes from the tip and falls on Kyrie's thigh with a splat. Her balls reload her shaft with more, twitching subtly. She waves her throbbing erection from side to side inches from Kyrie's face.

"This is my cock!"

"But..." Kyrie slowly backs away on her elbows, shaking her head. "Isn't that... a boy thing? Why is yours so big and hard?"

"A boy thing? Ha ha ha!" Elle puts a hand on her hip and tosses her hair playfully. "Do I look like a boy to you? It's big and hard because of you! You're so pretty and good at playing that you made me hard, so now you have to make me cum. Get on your knees and open your mouth."

"You want to put THAT in my mouth?!" Kyrie whines. "No!"

"Not even a little kiss?" Elle pouts. "But it's still your turn."

"I don't care!" Kyrie balls her fists defiantly. "I don't want to play anymore!"

Elle narrows her eyes, cock twitching impatiently. "Well, too bad. You have to."

"Huh?" Kyrie eyes Elle's girth fearfully. "Why?"

"Because that's the rules of the game!" Elle grabs Kyrie's hair and shoves her cock in her face, smearing precum all over her lips. "You said you wanted to play with me, now open... your... mouth!"

Kyrie squeals, pursing her mouth shut and wriggling her head from side to side. Elle gives her hair a rough yank, making her cry out in surprise and pain so she can force the fat head of her cock past her lips. Kyrie's mouth stretches open obscenely wide to accept Elle's intruding meat. Her sheer size makes Kyrie's face and jaw ache. She struggles to breathe, and gags at the taste of precum being pumped onto her tongue. She grabs Elle's shaft in both hands, weakly trying to pull it out.

"There!" Elle bites her lip and sighs as she pumps her hips, overpowering Kyrie's resistance with ease. "Now be careful Kyrie, no teeth! Calm down, you're alright, see? It tastes nice. Use your hands, good. Now suck, suck... mm. Swallow... That's it... This part is called nursing. It will make your throat more slippery, so you can take the whole thing. Nursing my cock like a little baby! Ha ha ha!"

"Mmph!" Kyrie sputters and coughs as Elle pumps in her mouth. Tears roll down her cheeks as her face is roughly violated. Her tiny mouth can't even take half of Elle's length without it bumping painfully against the entrance to her throat. She thumps Elle's thigh with her fist, pathetically begging for a break.

Elle withdraws slightly. "Sorry little angel, I can't take it out until you drink my special milk. You have to suck my cock until it comes out. Rubbing it with your hands helps too. Breathe through your nose, you can do it. There. Deep breath. Good! Be a good girl and play with my balls too. Heh... Now, this part is a little tricky..."

Elle grabs Kyrie's head in both hands and pushes until her cock prods her throat, then attempts to force her way inside. Kyrie gags violently.

"You're fine," Elle mutters impatiently. "You can take it, come on... open, hold still, open, take it... take me, Kyrie... open that tight... throat!"

Kyrie chokes, sputters, gags, and seizes until her throat finally yields, eyes wide with fear as Elle's cock invades her to the balls. She gurgles quietly at the incredibly strange feeling of thick meat being shoved all the way down her neck. Her mind gets hazy and unfocused, as if it's melting. Her pussy starts tingling again, but she is overwhelmed by the painful struggle for air. Elle wiggles her hips with satisfaction as Kyrie's little nose bumps her pelvis.

"Heh! Like a glove. You're a born cocksucker, Kyrie! Now, take this... slut!"

Elle pulls back, then slams deep. Slowly, then faster and faster until she's fucking Kyrie's throat relentlessly. Kyrie whimpers weak protests, pitifully struggling against the onslaught. Slimy precum and saliva spurt out of her nose and mouth all over Elle's monstrous cock and balls. Her vision blurs and her body seizes up, desperately trying to repel the invader bulging her neck. Elle chuckles with amusement as Kyrie's eyes begin to flutter away from consciousness. Her balls tighten, pressure in her shaft rising as Kyrie teeters on the edge of blacking out.

"So sloppy, Kyrie. You naughty little girl, stay with me, almost there baby... you can do it, suck my fat cock, you little slut... Take your face fucking, be a good slut and take that throat pounding baby... Yeah... Here comes my milk, sweetie! Get ready... Yes... Yes! I'm cumming, Kyrie! I'm... cumming! Taste it! Drink it, swallow! Eat my cum, cum slut!"

Elle slams balls deep and pumps her thick ropes of cum directly down Kyrie's throat. It's too much for her to handle, and she coughs it up back up her nose in violent, painful bursts. After several pumps, Elle slowly pulls out, fills Kyrie's mouth, and glazes her face and chest with the rest of her abundant load. Kyrie falls over on her side, coughing and gasping for air. She rubs the thick substance from her burning eyes and starts crying. Elle admires the sloppy mess she's made as her cock softens. She sits on the bed, scoops Kyrie up in her arms and holds her tight. Kyrie tries to push her away at first, but Elle just hugs her and shushes her until she just gives up and cries in her arms. Elle slips her cock between Kyrie's thighs and grinds their hips together until she calms down.

"There. Feel better now?" Elle asks in a soothing whisper.

Kyrie nods nervously. "I... guess so..."

"Good girl." Elle smiles. "And, you did it! You made me cum and drank so much of my special milk. You did so, so good baby."

"But that was really scary!" Kyrie crosses her arms. "Why did you hurt me? I couldn't breathe! I cried and choked and tried to make you stop but you wouldn't. I thought I was going to die for sure."

"Die? Of course not, silly, we were just playing. I would never hurt you. I'm your guardian angel."

"You did hurt me! And you made me drink that gross stuff." Kyrie turns away and pouts. "You hurt me on purpose, and called me a slut."

Elle giggles. "Do you know what that word means?"

"No but I bet it's something bad."

Elle grinds their hips together a little faster. "No, it just means you are really... good at, mm... playing."

Kyrie wiggles uncomfortably. "Really?"

"Really. You are an amazing little girl, Kyrie."

"Well, I don't like that game. I want to play something else." Kyrie stares at Elle's cock curiously as it gets hard again. "Um... Elle?"

"Yes?"

Kyrie clenches her thighs together around Elle's shaft. "Your... thingy is making me feel... weird. Why is my... um, place still so wet and... hot, and, um... tingly, or... something...?"

"Because..." Elle grins and whispers in Kyrie's ear. "It wants to be raped, Kyrie."