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08-07-2009, 11:44 PM
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When Sean woke up he wasn’t sure where he was. It was nothing unusual – he’d been out drinking the night before. He always drank too much and always ended up somewhere different. He didn’t have a hangover – yet – they always came much later. But his face ached. He was in bed with somebody. Wow! She was massive. She had her back to him. He was fairly small, though quite stocky. She was just enormous, he could tell. How had he ended up in bed with her? She was so heavy the mattress sank right down under her in a huge indent. It was hot and sticky in the bed, and she was sweaty and sticky. He lifted his head to peer over her back. Her belly was massive! Her breasts too. She was very broad. Her arms were thick. He didn’t remember meeting her at all. He must had had a lot to drink. Again.
He did rather like bigger ladies, so he wasn’t really surprised he had ended up here. She was a good bit larger than his usual one night stands, but he knew that when he’d had a few to drink the bigger the better. He couldn’t resist running his hand down her back to her bottom, he just wanted a quick feel. He was turned on at the thought of her huge bottom – he could see how broad it must be from the height of the downie on the bed. He ran his hand round and over her buttocks – they were just huge. They felt firm yet wobbly. She moaned. She was enjoying it.
He rubbed his hand around her bottom some more. She seemed to be pressing against him. “Mmmmm.” She moaned. “Mmmmm, go down and lick”. He wasn’t sure about that! He could feel the sweat, hell as he moved the sweaty smell under the covers wafted up. He didn’t really fancy going down there! Yet… she moaned again. She really wanted him to, he could feel it in her body and in her breathing. “Mmmm… just lick my ass again, please”. Her ass? He’d been licking her ass. Yip, he knew he must have been very drunk indeed. Just the sort of thing he did when drunk. You could ask him to do anything. Actually, who was he kidding. He knew he liked it, he probably suggested it to her. It was something he always fantasised about but never did. He slowly slid down under the covers.
It was really hot down there. Hot and sweaty and, well, odorous. He brought his face close to her buttock. She moved slightly and the contours of the mattress adjusted to her immense weight, her small movement shifting where he was resting his head so that he rolled forwards unexpectedly against her buttock. It was sticky and sweaty. Her ass smelled. He wasn’t sure about this, but what the hell. She leaned back slightly and reached back at the same time, reaching back behind his head and pushing his face against her. It was a definite thrust, seemingly gentle yet undoubtedly powerful. He sensed her strength. Something told him to take care, that if she took control he wouldn’t be able to stop her.
She gripped his head now in her hand. It only took a moment but again he could feel the strength in her grip. Her hand was large and meaty. For some reason he suddenly remembered meeting her. She worked in a factory. He remembered noticig her hands. He remembered that she was much taller than him. A vision of her entrancing eyes popped into his head. And her size, he remember how small he felt beside her. And he remembered drunkenly laughing that she was double his weight. She was 30stones compared to his 15. He remembered all that but couldn’t remember her name. In the moment that he was remembering all that, she had angled his face up the way just as she leaned back a bit. It was precisely done – she had angled his face perfectly to meet her ass crack as she leaned back, just so that his face was gently pressed in between her buttocks.
He didn’t struggle – yet. It was arousing but slightly alarming. His face was being pressed slowly deeper – she had her hand round the back of his head by now and she was leaning ever so slightly more heavily against him. The smell was overpowering and more than a little unpleasant. Her skin was oily and sweaty, greasing his face so that her buttocks could so -easily envelope him. They were massive buttocks – he could feel their meatiness. They were pressing right around his face now. He was going in. He began to sense how deep her ass crack was – there was a long way to go. She was pressing back slightly more firmly now and he began to panic slightly. He tried to turn his head but couldn’t. He was gripped.
She stayed in that position for a few moments, relishing the feeling of having him trapped. It was tremendous. Her only qualm was that she needed the toilet and she knew that she’d have to pass wind soon. It would be a nasty morning fart, not pleasant for him, so she’d try to hold it off for just now. She could feel him struggle and loved that she was barely leaning against him at all, yet he was stuck. Just wait until she leaned back! The thought of it gave her a shiver.
He felt the shiver run through her body. He had no idea of what was about to come, as she leaned back a bit more heavily now. She had let go of his head now and found his arm. She was leaning on it, gripping his wrist in her hand and leaning on it against his chest. He was immobilised. His other arm was under his side, he couldn’t lift it up. He couldn’t pull out, couldn’t move his arms at all, and his face was being mashed in between these huge, fat, sweaty buttocks. But as she began to lean back a bit more, the possibilities of what was about to happen hadn’t really occurred to him. He didn’t anticipate the pressure that was building – the incredible pressure as her weight so easily compressed his head. As his face was pressed deeper into her giant ass, she began to lean back more.
The pressure was increasing – he was almost being squashed under her. Everything was black. His eyelids were being dragged open and sideways by her skin – he couldn’t close his eyes. His nose was being crushed sideways, he couldn’t move his mouth. The pressure was becoming indescribable but still increasing. He thought his head was going to explode.
Then she leaned back some more. It was unbelievable. How could there be so much pressure – he wasn’t just being crushed or compressed, it was way more than that. He had no idea that she still wasn’t fully relaxing back on him until she suddenly just gave a little push and was lying flat on her back. In that movement his face was crushed sideways, one buttock on the side of his head, the other mashed down over his face. As she stretched out her legs, she relaxed her full weight on him. She was lying back on his head. Her immense weight was squashing him right down into her cheap foam mattress. He was invisible under her.
She lay there for a few moments enjoying the absolute power. He was kicking and thrashing – she could feel him tiring. She knew he could take it – she had sat right on his face last night. He’d asked her to! He thought he could take it but it was just too much. But she gave it anyway last night - she just sat on him for ages. Afterwards he was completely exhausted and she rode him. It was good too, she had enjoyed slamming down onto him and mashing his body under her until he came. It was hot, sweaty and animal, then they had fallen asleep. She had expected him to sneak out but no, he was asking for more this morning. And she was sure going to give it, but not give up so easily now. No, he was going to spend the whole day in her ass!
His kicks and thrashes were becoming weaker, so she arched her back and lifted her bottom. She waited while he gasped then plonked herself back down. She wondered if she’d be able to get a position where she could just lie on him and he could breathe. She wondered how long he could take that.
She lay flat on her back and stretched out her legs… until her feet touched his cock. He was still kicking and thrashing with his feet, but his cock was solid as a rock. She propped herself up on her elbows for a better look as she began to rub his penis with her big feet. It hadn’t occurred to her that this seemingly minor change in position had resulted in a further incomprehensible change in pressure, somehow massively multiplying the pressure on his face. He wasn’t able to move a muscle in his upper body and had no way at all to signal.
She decided she was going to make him cum. She wondered whether to carry on and do it with her feet, or sit up and use her hand. She carried on rubbing his cock between her feet for a moment until she decided she was going to do it with her hands. But first she lifted herself up again. She stayed off him for quite a while, until his gasping calmed down. He made no attempt to move. She didn’t know if it was because he wanted more, or because he was completely exhausted, or whether her immense weight had simply crushed his body into such submission that his muscles weren’t able to cooperate with his desperate desire to escape. He relished the chance of air, but his world turned back to one of complete pressure in a flash as her giant bottom was pressed heavily into him again. His world became darkness, pressure and immobility as she sat back down again.
This time the pressure was absolute. She was sitting up on his face, leaning forwards slightly. The position firmed her buttocks. They easily pulverised him as she leaned forwards to grip his penis. She started to stroke him slowly. It felt good. She didn’t want him to cum quickly – she wanted this to last. She stroked for a while, and then took his balls in her other hand. And then she squeezed, tightly and powerfully. It was easy for her to do, but not easy for him to take. She felt his body jump under her, but not a sound emerged. Not even a slight squeak. She suddenly tightened her grip massively, really crushing and pulverising his balls, mashing them flat. Her meaty grip was immensely strong – she knew this had to hurt. Not a sound. Could he really not make a sound under her? Maybe he liked it. Still holding his balls as tightly, she pulled them towards her. She pulled harder. In a moment she was pulling them hard, tugging them away from his body. Her grip tightened as she held on to them. She pulled hard and leaned against them, using the leverage to pull herself up. If she was going to lift off to give him air, she was going to do it with his balls.
The sound she heard was a combination of gasps and screams. It was when she realised she was maybe squeezing his balls a little bit too hard. She let go suddenly. She fell back onto his face hard at the same moment that his balls twanged back against his body. She heard a brief shrill scream before she landed on him, just before she noticed how bright purple his balls had gone, and how bright red his cock looked. Oops. Maybe it was a little too much. Such an amount of pain. It gave her another shiver of excitement.
He was still hard so she started to stroke him more vigorously. His cock felt meaty in her hand, solid. She wondered how long he could last when suddenly he spurted all over the place, taking her by surprise. What – already? She carried on stroking him, using his own cum as a lubricant. She carried on, knowing he probably wouldn’t be able to take it. She paused and lifted up. His gasps were weaker. She stayed up a bit longer before sitting down again, this time wiggling her bottom to press his face as deeply as possible right into her ass, trying to press his nose right against and into her asshole.
He was too weak to trash and kick now. He had merely become her cushion. He couldn’t do anything to resist and she was simply using him. His body and face were squashed deeply into the mattress under her. He was totally powerless as she simply sat, enjoying her position on him, as she sat up, waiting, thinking of how else to use him. She was excited at the power she had. She of course knew that she was a big girl, and how much her weight must be crushing him. She didn’t know the enormity of the pressure on him though, just how much each moment under her pulverised him, how each tiny movement could change his whole world, how easily her skin could pull or drag at his skin but always win. So she continued just sitting but she knew what she wanted. It wasn’t enough that she had him under her, totally under her, totally in her control, totally powerless to her squashing. She wanted more. She lifted up and let him breathe for a moment, then shifted slightly and sat down again, with one buttock flat on his face. She concentrated her whole weight on that side and her buttock squashed and pressed him effortlessly, flattening his face and pushing him down into the mattress as she pressed down, her entire weight concentrated now on that one buttock, on that flattened face. The pain and compression reached new heights but still she wanted more. She wanted his tongue in her, she wanted him to worship her.
She rolled to the side. His left arm was trapped under her side – even if he wasn’t worn out he still wouldn’t have had the strength to pull his arm out. She leaned back for a moment, squashing his face again, as she reached behind her to grab his other arm, before going back on to her side. This was much more relaxing! His arm was powerless and floppy – he had no strength at all. She pulled on it forcing him onto his side and commanded him to start licking. “Get your tongue in there! Get it in deep! Lick my ass hole, now!”. He could barely open his jaw, never mind start licking. He didn’t have the strength yet to hold his head up, though he could now feel the blood rushing to his cheeks again now that the pressure was off, now that she was no longer just sitting on his face, squashing him flat like a cheap cushion.
“What are you waiting for? Get licking now!” she bellowed. She slid her bottom back slightly, towards his face. He just lay there, the effect instead being just to squash one sweaty buttock against him. She leaned back at an angle and reached back, angling his head back up between her cheeks, then pushed his face strongly with her hand. “Start licking, unless you want me just to lie back on you again!” He didn’t start yet. “Or do you need some real punishment? Want me to get up and stand on your head? Would that convince you to start licking? Get busy!” As she said that, she felt his tongue snake out. She moaned with joy.
She knew he was willing so waited until he was ready. She felt the tip of his tongue begin to probe her hole, to reluctantly lick around. She could tell he didn’t want to do it. All the more amusing then that he wasn’t going anywhere else for a while! “Get it right in there. Go on, press your face in. You do it or I will.”
By now he had no doubt at all what she was capable of and he didn’t dare disobey. Much as he didn’t want to, he tried his hardest to push his face as deeply as he could between those massive meaty buttocks. Now they seemed to be resisting him, they were too solid, pressing too tightly together, for him to get close enough. She had let go of his wrist and as he didn’t want to disappoint her and risk he leaning back more heavily, he reached up and pulled her buttock up, opening her crack so that he could press his face in deeper. She loved it. He spread her cheeks and pushed harder, his face sliding right into the sweatiest, hottest and stinkiest crevice imaginable. His grip on her buttock was uncomfortable and she pushed his hand away, allowing the heavy meaty muscle of her buttock to slap closed on his face. It enveloped him with a smack.
He began to pull away but she leaned back slightly and he sensed the imminent crushing to pushed his face harder in, snaking his tongue right into her hole. He began to lick, trying to press his tongue in as deeply as he could. It didn’t feel far enough but it was enough for her, she was loving it. The only problem was her wind had been building, she really needed to let go. She could feel it, she knew it was a big nasty one coming. Before she had not wanted to fart on his face, now she giggled at the thought of how nasty it would be. She reached over and pulled the covers up, angled her legs forwards a bit.
And then it came, a long slow one. The heat seared his face as the explosion of air passed against him, lasting several seconds, blasting right into him. He was oblivious to the smell though, it was just a stronger version of the same. But it was humiliating – he felt it blast into his nose, zip between his skin and hers. It was so hot. With the covers on the stink lingered. She had thought this would humiliate him more but really the lingering smell made little difference to his absolute humiliation. He only paused licking for a moment.
This would be a good way to spend the day, she thought. And who was going to stop her enjoying this, all day long?
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When Sean woke up he wasn’t sure where he was. It was nothing unusual – he’d been out drinking the night before. He always drank too much and always ended up somewhere different. He didn’t have a hangover – yet – they always came much later. But his face ached. He was in bed with somebody. Wow! She was massive. She had her back to him. He was fairly small, though quite stocky. She was just enormous, he could tell. How had he ended up in bed with her? She was so heavy the mattress sank right down under her in a huge indent. It was hot and sticky in the bed, and she was sweaty and sticky. He lifted his head to peer over her back. Her belly was massive! Her breasts too. She was very broad. Her arms were thick. He didn’t remember meeting her at all. He must had had a lot to drink. Again.
He did rather like bigger ladies, so he wasn’t really surprised he had ended up here. She was a good bit larger than his usual one night stands, but he knew that when he’d had a few to drink the bigger the better. He couldn’t resist running his hand down her back to her bottom, he just wanted a quick feel. He was turned on at the thought of her huge bottom – he could see how broad it must be from the height of the downie on the bed. He ran his hand round and over her buttocks – they were just huge. They felt firm yet wobbly. She moaned. She was enjoying it.
He rubbed his hand around her bottom some more. She seemed to be pressing against him. “Mmmmm.” She moaned. “Mmmmm, go down and lick”. He wasn’t sure about that! He could feel the sweat, hell as he moved the sweaty smell under the covers wafted up. He didn’t really fancy going down there! Yet… she moaned again. She really wanted him to, he could feel it in her body and in her breathing. “Mmmm… just lick my ass again, please”. Her ass? He’d been licking her ass. Yip, he knew he must have been very drunk indeed. Just the sort of thing he did when drunk. You could ask him to do anything. Actually, who was he kidding. He knew he liked it, he probably suggested it to her. It was something he always fantasised about but never did. He slowly slid down under the covers.
It was really hot down there. Hot and sweaty and, well, odorous. He brought his face close to her buttock. She moved slightly and the contours of the mattress adjusted to her immense weight, her small movement shifting where he was resting his head so that he rolled forwards unexpectedly against her buttock. It was sticky and sweaty. Her ass smelled. He wasn’t sure about this, but what the hell. She leaned back slightly and reached back at the same time, reaching back behind his head and pushing his face against her. It was a definite thrust, seemingly gentle yet undoubtedly powerful. He sensed her strength. Something told him to take care, that if she took control he wouldn’t be able to stop her.
She gripped his head now in her hand. It only took a moment but again he could feel the strength in her grip. Her hand was large and meaty. For some reason he suddenly remembered meeting her. She worked in a factory. He remembered noticig her hands. He remembered that she was much taller than him. A vision of her entrancing eyes popped into his head. And her size, he remember how small he felt beside her. And he remembered drunkenly laughing that she was double his weight. She was 30stones compared to his 15. He remembered all that but couldn’t remember her name. In the moment that he was remembering all that, she had angled his face up the way just as she leaned back a bit. It was precisely done – she had angled his face perfectly to meet her ass crack as she leaned back, just so that his face was gently pressed in between her buttocks.
He didn’t struggle – yet. It was arousing but slightly alarming. His face was being pressed slowly deeper – she had her hand round the back of his head by now and she was leaning ever so slightly more heavily against him. The smell was overpowering and more than a little unpleasant. Her skin was oily and sweaty, greasing his face so that her buttocks could so -easily envelope him. They were massive buttocks – he could feel their meatiness. They were pressing right around his face now. He was going in. He began to sense how deep her ass crack was – there was a long way to go. She was pressing back slightly more firmly now and he began to panic slightly. He tried to turn his head but couldn’t. He was gripped.
She stayed in that position for a few moments, relishing the feeling of having him trapped. It was tremendous. Her only qualm was that she needed the toilet and she knew that she’d have to pass wind soon. It would be a nasty morning fart, not pleasant for him, so she’d try to hold it off for just now. She could feel him struggle and loved that she was barely leaning against him at all, yet he was stuck. Just wait until she leaned back! The thought of it gave her a shiver.
He felt the shiver run through her body. He had no idea of what was about to come, as she leaned back a bit more heavily now. She had let go of his head now and found his arm. She was leaning on it, gripping his wrist in her hand and leaning on it against his chest. He was immobilised. His other arm was under his side, he couldn’t lift it up. He couldn’t pull out, couldn’t move his arms at all, and his face was being mashed in between these huge, fat, sweaty buttocks. But as she began to lean back a bit more, the possibilities of what was about to happen hadn’t really occurred to him. He didn’t anticipate the pressure that was building – the incredible pressure as her weight so easily compressed his head. As his face was pressed deeper into her giant ass, she began to lean back more.
The pressure was increasing – he was almost being squashed under her. Everything was black. His eyelids were being dragged open and sideways by her skin – he couldn’t close his eyes. His nose was being crushed sideways, he couldn’t move his mouth. The pressure was becoming indescribable but still increasing. He thought his head was going to explode.
Then she leaned back some more. It was unbelievable. How could there be so much pressure – he wasn’t just being crushed or compressed, it was way more than that. He had no idea that she still wasn’t fully relaxing back on him until she suddenly just gave a little push and was lying flat on her back. In that movement his face was crushed sideways, one buttock on the side of his head, the other mashed down over his face. As she stretched out her legs, she relaxed her full weight on him. She was lying back on his head. Her immense weight was squashing him right down into her cheap foam mattress. He was invisible under her.
She lay there for a few moments enjoying the absolute power. He was kicking and thrashing – she could feel him tiring. She knew he could take it – she had sat right on his face last night. He’d asked her to! He thought he could take it but it was just too much. But she gave it anyway last night - she just sat on him for ages. Afterwards he was completely exhausted and she rode him. It was good too, she had enjoyed slamming down onto him and mashing his body under her until he came. It was hot, sweaty and animal, then they had fallen asleep. She had expected him to sneak out but no, he was asking for more this morning. And she was sure going to give it, but not give up so easily now. No, he was going to spend the whole day in her ass!
His kicks and thrashes were becoming weaker, so she arched her back and lifted her bottom. She waited while he gasped then plonked herself back down. She wondered if she’d be able to get a position where she could just lie on him and he could breathe. She wondered how long he could take that.
She lay flat on her back and stretched out her legs… until her feet touched his cock. He was still kicking and thrashing with his feet, but his cock was solid as a rock. She propped herself up on her elbows for a better look as she began to rub his penis with her big feet. It hadn’t occurred to her that this seemingly minor change in position had resulted in a further incomprehensible change in pressure, somehow massively multiplying the pressure on his face. He wasn’t able to move a muscle in his upper body and had no way at all to signal.
She decided she was going to make him cum. She wondered whether to carry on and do it with her feet, or sit up and use her hand. She carried on rubbing his cock between her feet for a moment until she decided she was going to do it with her hands. But first she lifted herself up again. She stayed off him for quite a while, until his gasping calmed down. He made no attempt to move. She didn’t know if it was because he wanted more, or because he was completely exhausted, or whether her immense weight had simply crushed his body into such submission that his muscles weren’t able to cooperate with his desperate desire to escape. He relished the chance of air, but his world turned back to one of complete pressure in a flash as her giant bottom was pressed heavily into him again. His world became darkness, pressure and immobility as she sat back down again.
This time the pressure was absolute. She was sitting up on his face, leaning forwards slightly. The position firmed her buttocks. They easily pulverised him as she leaned forwards to grip his penis. She started to stroke him slowly. It felt good. She didn’t want him to cum quickly – she wanted this to last. She stroked for a while, and then took his balls in her other hand. And then she squeezed, tightly and powerfully. It was easy for her to do, but not easy for him to take. She felt his body jump under her, but not a sound emerged. Not even a slight squeak. She suddenly tightened her grip massively, really crushing and pulverising his balls, mashing them flat. Her meaty grip was immensely strong – she knew this had to hurt. Not a sound. Could he really not make a sound under her? Maybe he liked it. Still holding his balls as tightly, she pulled them towards her. She pulled harder. In a moment she was pulling them hard, tugging them away from his body. Her grip tightened as she held on to them. She pulled hard and leaned against them, using the leverage to pull herself up. If she was going to lift off to give him air, she was going to do it with his balls.
The sound she heard was a combination of gasps and screams. It was when she realised she was maybe squeezing his balls a little bit too hard. She let go suddenly. She fell back onto his face hard at the same moment that his balls twanged back against his body. She heard a brief shrill scream before she landed on him, just before she noticed how bright purple his balls had gone, and how bright red his cock looked. Oops. Maybe it was a little too much. Such an amount of pain. It gave her another shiver of excitement.
He was still hard so she started to stroke him more vigorously. His cock felt meaty in her hand, solid. She wondered how long he could last when suddenly he spurted all over the place, taking her by surprise. What – already? She carried on stroking him, using his own cum as a lubricant. She carried on, knowing he probably wouldn’t be able to take it. She paused and lifted up. His gasps were weaker. She stayed up a bit longer before sitting down again, this time wiggling her bottom to press his face as deeply as possible right into her ass, trying to press his nose right against and into her asshole.
He was too weak to trash and kick now. He had merely become her cushion. He couldn’t do anything to resist and she was simply using him. His body and face were squashed deeply into the mattress under her. He was totally powerless as she simply sat, enjoying her position on him, as she sat up, waiting, thinking of how else to use him. She was excited at the power she had. She of course knew that she was a big girl, and how much her weight must be crushing him. She didn’t know the enormity of the pressure on him though, just how much each moment under her pulverised him, how each tiny movement could change his whole world, how easily her skin could pull or drag at his skin but always win. So she continued just sitting but she knew what she wanted. It wasn’t enough that she had him under her, totally under her, totally in her control, totally powerless to her squashing. She wanted more. She lifted up and let him breathe for a moment, then shifted slightly and sat down again, with one buttock flat on his face. She concentrated her whole weight on that side and her buttock squashed and pressed him effortlessly, flattening his face and pushing him down into the mattress as she pressed down, her entire weight concentrated now on that one buttock, on that flattened face. The pain and compression reached new heights but still she wanted more. She wanted his tongue in her, she wanted him to worship her.
She rolled to the side. His left arm was trapped under her side – even if he wasn’t worn out he still wouldn’t have had the strength to pull his arm out. She leaned back for a moment, squashing his face again, as she reached behind her to grab his other arm, before going back on to her side. This was much more relaxing! His arm was powerless and floppy – he had no strength at all. She pulled on it forcing him onto his side and commanded him to start licking. “Get your tongue in there! Get it in deep! Lick my ass hole, now!”. He could barely open his jaw, never mind start licking. He didn’t have the strength yet to hold his head up, though he could now feel the blood rushing to his cheeks again now that the pressure was off, now that she was no longer just sitting on his face, squashing him flat like a cheap cushion.
“What are you waiting for? Get licking now!” she bellowed. She slid her bottom back slightly, towards his face. He just lay there, the effect instead being just to squash one sweaty buttock against him. She leaned back at an angle and reached back, angling his head back up between her cheeks, then pushed his face strongly with her hand. “Start licking, unless you want me just to lie back on you again!” He didn’t start yet. “Or do you need some real punishment? Want me to get up and stand on your head? Would that convince you to start licking? Get busy!” As she said that, she felt his tongue snake out. She moaned with joy.
She knew he was willing so waited until he was ready. She felt the tip of his tongue begin to probe her hole, to reluctantly lick around. She could tell he didn’t want to do it. All the more amusing then that he wasn’t going anywhere else for a while! “Get it right in there. Go on, press your face in. You do it or I will.”
By now he had no doubt at all what she was capable of and he didn’t dare disobey. Much as he didn’t want to, he tried his hardest to push his face as deeply as he could between those massive meaty buttocks. Now they seemed to be resisting him, they were too solid, pressing too tightly together, for him to get close enough. She had let go of his wrist and as he didn’t want to disappoint her and risk he leaning back more heavily, he reached up and pulled her buttock up, opening her crack so that he could press his face in deeper. She loved it. He spread her cheeks and pushed harder, his face sliding right into the sweatiest, hottest and stinkiest crevice imaginable. His grip on her buttock was uncomfortable and she pushed his hand away, allowing the heavy meaty muscle of her buttock to slap closed on his face. It enveloped him with a smack.
He began to pull away but she leaned back slightly and he sensed the imminent crushing to pushed his face harder in, snaking his tongue right into her hole. He began to lick, trying to press his tongue in as deeply as he could. It didn’t feel far enough but it was enough for her, she was loving it. The only problem was her wind had been building, she really needed to let go. She could feel it, she knew it was a big nasty one coming. Before she had not wanted to fart on his face, now she giggled at the thought of how nasty it would be. She reached over and pulled the covers up, angled her legs forwards a bit.
And then it came, a long slow one. The heat seared his face as the explosion of air passed against him, lasting several seconds, blasting right into him. He was oblivious to the smell though, it was just a stronger version of the same. But it was humiliating – he felt it blast into his nose, zip between his skin and hers. It was so hot. With the covers on the stink lingered. She had thought this would humiliate him more but really the lingering smell made little difference to his absolute humiliation. He only paused licking for a moment.
This would be a good way to spend the day, she thought. And who was going to stop her enjoying this, all day long?