Sidsta1
02-17-2010, 1:21 AM
Sorry for the delay folks, been a bit busy. Nice to see there's an interest in my stories. Wonder if a clip could be done of this type of scenario. Any takers? Anyway here it is:
As I sucked gentle breaths through the sides of my mouth I jerked violently then became still. I blinked my eyes and held my breath responding to the movement, then watched Lorna rise and walk away from me. Her tight ass wiggled in the strained trouser material as she moved towards the door. She didn’t even acknowledge what she had just done as I tilted my head carefully to follow her. The clip clop of her heels stopped at the doorway and she reached for something. In my still scared manner I stayed as still as possible. Pins and needles complimented the feeling returning to my cheeks and upper chest. As carefully as I could I stretched my face to help the blood flow. I was still adjusting to my low position when Lorna turned and approached with someone in tow. I couldn’t make out who it was. Through the coarse fabric over my face I watched Lorna move around the coffee table again but this time towards the lower half of my body. She stepped to the side revealing Rachel glancing down at me. Both women gave short glances as they approached and I knew what was going to happen. My heart raced at the scenario before me. I couldn’t believe Rachel was here. She was my sister in law and I fantasised loads of times about her sitting on me. She stood 5ft 10” tall with straight dark hair. Her features were that akin to a 50’s movie star. Small breasts, generous swell of thighs meeting at a perfectly ample bum. I watched holding my breath as Lorna hit my legs. My waist and legs crushed deep into the supporting material below. She lifted her left leg to cross it over the other as she settled and I looked down my body at her uncaring position. I didn’t have much chance to take in the full detail of Lorna’s seating when Rachel stood right by me displaying her knees. I glanced straight to her legs less than 2 inches from the side of my face. She stood fidgeting with a drink and a coaster on the coffee table. She wore a long jumper that clung tightly over her thighs and stopped short below her waist. She wore dark blue leggings that hugged her legs like a second skin. I watched her from my viewpoint and she seemed much taller from my angle. She turned and her legs separated enough to reveal a shadowed crotch between smooth thighs. Her bum jutted out and hid most of her back as I gazed up to her hair lying on her shoulders. I tensed and waited. In a flash her hips flared out and her jumper rode up her legs. Her thighs and bum were revealed as she bent forward and dropped. I was froze in position praying not to get found out. I gave way with the surrounding materials as my chest, neck and face was shoved violently downwards into the couch. My head jolted and my nose and cheeks squashed to the side distorting my features. The pressure felt immense when she suddenly lifted then dropped 2 or 3 times in quick succession as she adjusted her seating. Each time my face contorted to painful expressions as I bounced around under her. My eyes shut from the forceful shoves and I lay in fear waiting to be discovered. She felt me I thought. That’s why she’s bouncing around. Then all was still. My legs and thighs were crushed hard from the unmoving Lorna as Rachel became still above my head. My face was rolled upright and I slowly forced my eyes open. I strained my lips open against the unrelenting pressure from above. In a grimace I managed to open my lips wide enough to sip air through one corner of my mouth. My eyes opened slightly with great effort and I struggled to focus under the taut material. With my nose and features crushed I looked straight up through the thighs of Rachel. Her legs splayed directly over me enough to provide a line of sight. The swell of blue material around her legs spread out and pressed onto my forehead and neck. Beyond the lip of grey jumper material I noticed the swell of breast above me and the underside of her chin. She seemed miles above me as she sat unknowingly smashing me deep into the sofa. All was still under the two girls.
I very quickly became uncomfortable. I sipped breaths as gently as I could while concentrating on not moving. I lay still in utter terror of being found out. Pins and needles quickley set in both my legs and my cheeks were going numb again. My vision was getting blotted as Rachel kept up the crushing weight on my face. Her blue leggings windowed my only view as I stared up through an inch gap in her upper thighs. From my viewpoint every movement seemed exaggerated as little twitches in her legs opening and closing altered my view. It had only been a minute or so but the effect of the weight on me was unexpected. Suddenly Rachel completely blocked my view as I watched her breasts lean out above me. She jutted herself forward slightly putting my face under her bum. I watched the underside of grey jumper material slide over me. All went dark and it felt as if she was deliberately trying to crush my face deeper into the couch. My breathing was completely cut off and I started to panic. My face and chest was painfully forced deep into a crushing mass. My entire body seemed to ache for release as the enveloping pressure held me tight.
I waited as long as I could then had to move. My need to breathe superseded everything else. I decided enough was enough and I had to face the consequences. I muffled something into Rachel’s ass and tried to lift my legs. Up until now the only sounds I could hear was the rustling of material settling around me. Suddenly there was an eruption of music that muted everything else. My legs had gone dead and resulted in hardly noticeably movements. My head and chest was stuck fast under the crushing weight of Rachel when suddenly she lifted a little then shifted slightly. I tried turned my head to the side as I gasped for breath but she still pressed onto my face restricting movement. I was not concerned with how loud I was being as the music was concealing any sounds I could make. I half turned my head when Rachel dropped hard again. I lay concealed and crushed underneath two women with my ability to move depleting with loss of blood flow. I could sip small breaths again as my cheeks and nose was smashed from the side. I opened my mouth as wide as possible during the little reprieve and could gain little breaths again. I hardly had chance to take in the full extent of my situation when everything above me lifted and dropped in quick succession. My whole body rippled under the bouncing of the girls adjusting their seating. I was pushed down then released until a third pressure smashed into my waist.
As I sucked gentle breaths through the sides of my mouth I jerked violently then became still. I blinked my eyes and held my breath responding to the movement, then watched Lorna rise and walk away from me. Her tight ass wiggled in the strained trouser material as she moved towards the door. She didn’t even acknowledge what she had just done as I tilted my head carefully to follow her. The clip clop of her heels stopped at the doorway and she reached for something. In my still scared manner I stayed as still as possible. Pins and needles complimented the feeling returning to my cheeks and upper chest. As carefully as I could I stretched my face to help the blood flow. I was still adjusting to my low position when Lorna turned and approached with someone in tow. I couldn’t make out who it was. Through the coarse fabric over my face I watched Lorna move around the coffee table again but this time towards the lower half of my body. She stepped to the side revealing Rachel glancing down at me. Both women gave short glances as they approached and I knew what was going to happen. My heart raced at the scenario before me. I couldn’t believe Rachel was here. She was my sister in law and I fantasised loads of times about her sitting on me. She stood 5ft 10” tall with straight dark hair. Her features were that akin to a 50’s movie star. Small breasts, generous swell of thighs meeting at a perfectly ample bum. I watched holding my breath as Lorna hit my legs. My waist and legs crushed deep into the supporting material below. She lifted her left leg to cross it over the other as she settled and I looked down my body at her uncaring position. I didn’t have much chance to take in the full detail of Lorna’s seating when Rachel stood right by me displaying her knees. I glanced straight to her legs less than 2 inches from the side of my face. She stood fidgeting with a drink and a coaster on the coffee table. She wore a long jumper that clung tightly over her thighs and stopped short below her waist. She wore dark blue leggings that hugged her legs like a second skin. I watched her from my viewpoint and she seemed much taller from my angle. She turned and her legs separated enough to reveal a shadowed crotch between smooth thighs. Her bum jutted out and hid most of her back as I gazed up to her hair lying on her shoulders. I tensed and waited. In a flash her hips flared out and her jumper rode up her legs. Her thighs and bum were revealed as she bent forward and dropped. I was froze in position praying not to get found out. I gave way with the surrounding materials as my chest, neck and face was shoved violently downwards into the couch. My head jolted and my nose and cheeks squashed to the side distorting my features. The pressure felt immense when she suddenly lifted then dropped 2 or 3 times in quick succession as she adjusted her seating. Each time my face contorted to painful expressions as I bounced around under her. My eyes shut from the forceful shoves and I lay in fear waiting to be discovered. She felt me I thought. That’s why she’s bouncing around. Then all was still. My legs and thighs were crushed hard from the unmoving Lorna as Rachel became still above my head. My face was rolled upright and I slowly forced my eyes open. I strained my lips open against the unrelenting pressure from above. In a grimace I managed to open my lips wide enough to sip air through one corner of my mouth. My eyes opened slightly with great effort and I struggled to focus under the taut material. With my nose and features crushed I looked straight up through the thighs of Rachel. Her legs splayed directly over me enough to provide a line of sight. The swell of blue material around her legs spread out and pressed onto my forehead and neck. Beyond the lip of grey jumper material I noticed the swell of breast above me and the underside of her chin. She seemed miles above me as she sat unknowingly smashing me deep into the sofa. All was still under the two girls.
I very quickly became uncomfortable. I sipped breaths as gently as I could while concentrating on not moving. I lay still in utter terror of being found out. Pins and needles quickley set in both my legs and my cheeks were going numb again. My vision was getting blotted as Rachel kept up the crushing weight on my face. Her blue leggings windowed my only view as I stared up through an inch gap in her upper thighs. From my viewpoint every movement seemed exaggerated as little twitches in her legs opening and closing altered my view. It had only been a minute or so but the effect of the weight on me was unexpected. Suddenly Rachel completely blocked my view as I watched her breasts lean out above me. She jutted herself forward slightly putting my face under her bum. I watched the underside of grey jumper material slide over me. All went dark and it felt as if she was deliberately trying to crush my face deeper into the couch. My breathing was completely cut off and I started to panic. My face and chest was painfully forced deep into a crushing mass. My entire body seemed to ache for release as the enveloping pressure held me tight.
I waited as long as I could then had to move. My need to breathe superseded everything else. I decided enough was enough and I had to face the consequences. I muffled something into Rachel’s ass and tried to lift my legs. Up until now the only sounds I could hear was the rustling of material settling around me. Suddenly there was an eruption of music that muted everything else. My legs had gone dead and resulted in hardly noticeably movements. My head and chest was stuck fast under the crushing weight of Rachel when suddenly she lifted a little then shifted slightly. I tried turned my head to the side as I gasped for breath but she still pressed onto my face restricting movement. I was not concerned with how loud I was being as the music was concealing any sounds I could make. I half turned my head when Rachel dropped hard again. I lay concealed and crushed underneath two women with my ability to move depleting with loss of blood flow. I could sip small breaths again as my cheeks and nose was smashed from the side. I opened my mouth as wide as possible during the little reprieve and could gain little breaths again. I hardly had chance to take in the full extent of my situation when everything above me lifted and dropped in quick succession. My whole body rippled under the bouncing of the girls adjusting their seating. I was pushed down then released until a third pressure smashed into my waist.