Muffdiver
11-18-2009, 6:37 PM
It had been another crazy party night at our place - now it was late and most were in various stages of sleep or induced unconciousness. I was in the back yard in a familiar position with Trace. Tracy was a mate of my wife's and we indulged in what can only be called a flirtatious relationship, although there had never been anything "serious" between us. She was in her mid 30's and still bloody attractive - she always wore tight jeans, and I was in awe of her tremendous arse, hips and thighs, which, to a facesitting fanatic such as myself, were perfection - but to Trace, being a woman, were too big by half. I used to wind her up saying my face was hers anytime she wanted a seat - she just laughed off my comments and usually made some comment about how she would crush me if she did that! Like I cared!!
Now, as she had a hundred times before, she was sitting on my knees in a half sober state just gasbagging. I enjoyed the sensation of her weight on my legs and was wishing it was on my face. She looked at me a while and leaned closer
"How about I do that thing you always go on about?" she said. Mocking ignorance I answered "what thing would that be?" She got off me, and I thought ah well, time to go, nice while it lasted.
"Kneel on the floor and put your head back on the seat" Trace was grinning as she spoke. I asked what she was up to
"I want to so that thing you like - y'know sit on your face"
Oh God. I did as she asked, fully expecting her to run off giggling at any minute leaving me feeling a little foolish. When I was in the required position, head face up on the seat, Trace slowly removed her jeans and stood astride me. I looked up at the thick thighs between which the silky material of her thong covered her pouting sex, She shuffled forward, her pussy directly above my eyes, the cheeks of her weighty arse now visible a foot or so above me. I swallowed, still not expecting her to go through with it.
"Ready" she whispered. I nodded her knees began to bend as she lowered herself onto my face. Suddenly I realised she was actually gonna do it and I sucked in a lungfull of air just as her silk covered camel toe connected with my nose. She was looking down at me as her weight began to settle on my face. I couldn't believe this was happening.
"Hope your missus is a good sleeper I would hate to have to explain this" Trace said and wriggled on me to get comfortable. MY thoughts were everyehere - this is a dream come true - this magnificent woman had, for whatever her reasons, just made me her seat and I was in heaven, She was heavy. Her hips began rocking gently on me and she was murmuring sweet nothings, I couldn't hear much, she was enjoying the experience I could tell that!
About a minute had passed when she let up for me to breathe - I sucked in as much air as I could get.
"Want some more?" Trace asked. I nodded. Down she came again. This time she formed a seal over my nose and mouth - breathing was out of the question. She rocked away on me, my eyes were begainning to pop, white flashes were peppering my vision, I couldn't breathe and she was smiling at me.
"Told you I'd crush you if I sat on your face - do you like it?" she let up and I gagged for breath
"Oh God Trace - like it?? You are beautiful and can crush me for as lomg as you like"
"Good" she said and came down again. this time she pulled the thong aside revealed her shaved and swollen pussy lips
"I'm getting a bit wet" she said almost apologetically "Lick me - I wanna cum" She was indeed wet and my tongue went to work eagerly on her love muscle. The response was almost immediate - the gentle rocking soon begame a serious face riding motion as she sped towards fullfilment, her words were rasped out between moans and accelerated breathing. As the final waves of her orgasm erupted inside her she sat, fullweight and still on my face, crushing me into the chair for what seemed an eternity. She shuddered and let me up.
"Nice one" was all she said and disappeared off to bed - alone.
Now, as she had a hundred times before, she was sitting on my knees in a half sober state just gasbagging. I enjoyed the sensation of her weight on my legs and was wishing it was on my face. She looked at me a while and leaned closer
"How about I do that thing you always go on about?" she said. Mocking ignorance I answered "what thing would that be?" She got off me, and I thought ah well, time to go, nice while it lasted.
"Kneel on the floor and put your head back on the seat" Trace was grinning as she spoke. I asked what she was up to
"I want to so that thing you like - y'know sit on your face"
Oh God. I did as she asked, fully expecting her to run off giggling at any minute leaving me feeling a little foolish. When I was in the required position, head face up on the seat, Trace slowly removed her jeans and stood astride me. I looked up at the thick thighs between which the silky material of her thong covered her pouting sex, She shuffled forward, her pussy directly above my eyes, the cheeks of her weighty arse now visible a foot or so above me. I swallowed, still not expecting her to go through with it.
"Ready" she whispered. I nodded her knees began to bend as she lowered herself onto my face. Suddenly I realised she was actually gonna do it and I sucked in a lungfull of air just as her silk covered camel toe connected with my nose. She was looking down at me as her weight began to settle on my face. I couldn't believe this was happening.
"Hope your missus is a good sleeper I would hate to have to explain this" Trace said and wriggled on me to get comfortable. MY thoughts were everyehere - this is a dream come true - this magnificent woman had, for whatever her reasons, just made me her seat and I was in heaven, She was heavy. Her hips began rocking gently on me and she was murmuring sweet nothings, I couldn't hear much, she was enjoying the experience I could tell that!
About a minute had passed when she let up for me to breathe - I sucked in as much air as I could get.
"Want some more?" Trace asked. I nodded. Down she came again. This time she formed a seal over my nose and mouth - breathing was out of the question. She rocked away on me, my eyes were begainning to pop, white flashes were peppering my vision, I couldn't breathe and she was smiling at me.
"Told you I'd crush you if I sat on your face - do you like it?" she let up and I gagged for breath
"Oh God Trace - like it?? You are beautiful and can crush me for as lomg as you like"
"Good" she said and came down again. this time she pulled the thong aside revealed her shaved and swollen pussy lips
"I'm getting a bit wet" she said almost apologetically "Lick me - I wanna cum" She was indeed wet and my tongue went to work eagerly on her love muscle. The response was almost immediate - the gentle rocking soon begame a serious face riding motion as she sped towards fullfilment, her words were rasped out between moans and accelerated breathing. As the final waves of her orgasm erupted inside her she sat, fullweight and still on my face, crushing me into the chair for what seemed an eternity. She shuddered and let me up.
"Nice one" was all she said and disappeared off to bed - alone.