Footpath
07-24-2010, 12:19 PM
A Farewell Gift
When my first marriage ended, many years ago, I was left alone residing in a rather drab apartment. I was depressed and didn’t feel much like fixing and sprucing it up. I had several female friends that I shared my kinky interests with and they (mostly separately but sometimes together) would come over and cheer me up or take me out for some wild night life. Often, we would return to the apartment and play out the fantasies that rocked all of our worlds! Face sitting and whole-body trampling was always popular in our play-times. Often, there was a contest as to how and who could ‘milk’ me quicker. The more we shared our inner-most secret fantasies, the more erotic our times together became. It was a wild and crazy phase in my life that I often look back on with fond memories… still with a hard-on!
I finally found a small house rental available a few towns away and closer to my new place of employment. Life was brightening up considerably. I rented a small truck and began to load some small items into the truck. When the truck was full, I returned to the apartment to visit the john and lock-up. There was a soft knock on the door. I opened the door to find my neighbor from down the hall. She was J.R., a beautiful 19 year old blonde girl that was then living with her parents, engaged and about seven months pregnant. She stood about 5’-10” tall, blue/green eyes, attractive, nice build and weighed about 130 pounds (now about 148, with the baby etc.). We had never really interacted before… mostly the polite ‘good morning,’ ‘good evening’ or ‘hi there’ as we passed in or travels.
She softly and with some sadness said, “I heard you were moving out and wondered if you needed anything.” I replied, Thanks… not at the moment… but come on in… the place hasn’t been stripped completely yet. Come, sit. Can I get you anything?” She said as she pointed to her belly, “I’d really love a beer but I shouldn’t… got any apple juice?” I said nervously, “Sure… coming right up.” She chose the sofa as her seat of choice and sat right next to a very special pillow that was given to me by one of my ‘playmate.’ Friends. It was a pillow with a photo of my face on it. I was told that it was often used by several girls when the real thing was not available.
I disappeared into the tiny kitchen to fetch the drinks. My hands were shaking as I got the glasses from the cupboard and poured the juice. I’m always nervous around a beautiful woman. I returned, with two glasses of juice, offering one to her.
I suddenly noticed my special pillow was missing. “What the hell did she do with it? Was she a beautiful thief?” Then I noticed that J.R. was sitting a little higher and there was a corner of the pillow peeking out from under her naked thigh. I was nervous and sweating even more as I looked down at my now squished pillow with its corners protruding out form under her short light sun dress. I was now sporting a major-league hard-on and was so jealous of that pillow! Oh, how I wished I was that pillow! I asked J.R. if she was comfortable. She said, “Sure am… comfy pillow,” she said with a wry smile. She caught me looking at the pillow under her. Are you really sure you don’t need anything? Again I nervously replied, “Nnoo tthhanks.”
She was really good at smoking me out!
After a quiet moment had past, she said, “You know, this pillow is sooo comfy… I’d love to try out the real thing… you game?” Playing dumb, I asked her, “What do you have in mind?” “I’d like to sit on something really comfortable. You look very comfortable. I was in a corner… no where to hide.
This is a once in a life time opportunity. I took a deep breath and said, “I’d love for you squash me… sit anywhere… anyhow.” J.R. pointed to the pillow beneath her and asked, “Like this?” I replied, “God, yea!” “Well… lay down lover boy… on the floor over there,” she said, pointing to a general area on the carpet near the stereo.
Letting her take the lead and me playing dumb, I nervously and clumsily laid face down, at the spot she indicated. J.R. laughed and said, “Not like that, silly… can’t squish you good like that… turn over.” She leaned to one side and said, “Here’s a pillow for your head.” She tossed the ‘picture’ pillow over to me and I put it in place under my head.
With some difficulty, J.R. got up from the couch, walked slowly over to my feet and stopped. After a moment she straddled my waist and very slowly and teasingly waddled up to the point where she was standing directly over my face. Words alone cannot describe the view of her from below! She was THE most beautiful giantess woman that ever conquered me. She asked me if I was enjoying the view. I nodded with a soft, “Yea.” “Ready?” She asked. “Aha,” I mumbled nervously.
Then, she slowly lowered herself onto my body… as she seemed a little unstable with the added weight of the baby. At about the half-way point, she crashed down uncontrolled onto my lower stomach… and onto my full bladder! I didn’t get a chance to take that piss I so urgently needed an hour ago. J.R. asked me, “Are you Okay?” I groaned, “Yea…need to pee.” She replied, “Me too... can you hold it?” Again I nodded, “Ahuh.”
With her legs extended out in front, she swayed from side to side, slowly ‘butt walking’ her way up onto my upper chest. Her pussy was now just touching my chin as we talked about my ex, our divorce and how she thought I was bouncing back well from a lonely time. As we talked, she repeatedly played with her sundress, teasingly putting it over my face, then removed it. Now I had another raging hard-on! Oh, how I wish she would crush it!
Breathing was difficult with all her weight on my abdomen, but now it was almost impossible! I may have guessed incorrectly her weight.
After a quiet moment passed, she again began inching her way further up… onto my chin… onto my mouth… onto my nose. The view from below was totally awesome! I lost vision of her face at the point when her pussy was up on my mouth… because of her beautiful protrusion. I was beginning to really feel and smell her body heat and her feminine aroma at this point. When she was up to my mouth, all I could see was her hungry, hairy pussy with room light filtered through the light sun dress. The heat increased even more; the feminine aroma was stronger and the pressure was relentlessly… beautiful… awesome. But her trip was not yet finished.
She had more to go!
When J.R. reached my nose, her pussy sealed it completely… with 90% of her body weight on my face, she now owned me! She stayed still in this position for a little while…then she rubbed herself full-weight up and down face… she was face-fucking me!
Her breathing became heavier and she began to moan as her movements used my nose to stimulate her clit. With no air to breathe, my lungs began to burn.
When she reached climax, she closed her legs over my upper face completely sealing out the outside world. She truly owned me now… I was now her personal boy-toy. I tasted her thick cum fluid as it filtered through her panties. I wanted to drink it all! Then I began to recognize a familiar smell… that of female urine. Her nectar was leaking around her panties and dripping directly into my open mouth. Oh, how I wished she would just relax and let it go! But I needed to breathe so badly… no relief in sight. She seems content to just continue queening me, to crush my face flat and to drown me in her personal fluids.
By now, my lungs felt like they were going to implode or explode… I don’t know which. My extremities began to tingle and my ears began to ring. I touched and rubbed her butt and then her legs to signal her to get up. I guess she understood that to mean ‘feels good…keep going’. She began to bounce up and down on my face and I felt and tasted more ‘spills.’ J.R. then pulled the gusset of her panties aside and let her body relax and release a torrent of piss directly into my wide-open mouth. This was not the first I’d tasted a girl’s pee… but it certainly was the best tasting and the largest in volume. She gave me all her bladder held… about a quart. Now I really had to go!
After a heavy panic but short struggle, I finally passed-out with my limbs going limp. This was a sign she understood. She got up and off me and whispered, “You Okay? That was the ride of my life! Thanks… but this was for you… not me… this was my gift to you. Did you enjoy it too?” I groggily responded, “Sure did… loved it!” We both got up hugged each other and then she walked to the door, saying, “My parents are going to be wondering where I am… see you later.” I slowly opened the door, we kissed and she walked back down the hall to her parent’s apartment saying, “Bye.”
I never saw her again. But I often fondly think about her and wonder where she is now,
how she’s is doing, what she is doing and with whom.
When my first marriage ended, many years ago, I was left alone residing in a rather drab apartment. I was depressed and didn’t feel much like fixing and sprucing it up. I had several female friends that I shared my kinky interests with and they (mostly separately but sometimes together) would come over and cheer me up or take me out for some wild night life. Often, we would return to the apartment and play out the fantasies that rocked all of our worlds! Face sitting and whole-body trampling was always popular in our play-times. Often, there was a contest as to how and who could ‘milk’ me quicker. The more we shared our inner-most secret fantasies, the more erotic our times together became. It was a wild and crazy phase in my life that I often look back on with fond memories… still with a hard-on!
I finally found a small house rental available a few towns away and closer to my new place of employment. Life was brightening up considerably. I rented a small truck and began to load some small items into the truck. When the truck was full, I returned to the apartment to visit the john and lock-up. There was a soft knock on the door. I opened the door to find my neighbor from down the hall. She was J.R., a beautiful 19 year old blonde girl that was then living with her parents, engaged and about seven months pregnant. She stood about 5’-10” tall, blue/green eyes, attractive, nice build and weighed about 130 pounds (now about 148, with the baby etc.). We had never really interacted before… mostly the polite ‘good morning,’ ‘good evening’ or ‘hi there’ as we passed in or travels.
She softly and with some sadness said, “I heard you were moving out and wondered if you needed anything.” I replied, Thanks… not at the moment… but come on in… the place hasn’t been stripped completely yet. Come, sit. Can I get you anything?” She said as she pointed to her belly, “I’d really love a beer but I shouldn’t… got any apple juice?” I said nervously, “Sure… coming right up.” She chose the sofa as her seat of choice and sat right next to a very special pillow that was given to me by one of my ‘playmate.’ Friends. It was a pillow with a photo of my face on it. I was told that it was often used by several girls when the real thing was not available.
I disappeared into the tiny kitchen to fetch the drinks. My hands were shaking as I got the glasses from the cupboard and poured the juice. I’m always nervous around a beautiful woman. I returned, with two glasses of juice, offering one to her.
I suddenly noticed my special pillow was missing. “What the hell did she do with it? Was she a beautiful thief?” Then I noticed that J.R. was sitting a little higher and there was a corner of the pillow peeking out from under her naked thigh. I was nervous and sweating even more as I looked down at my now squished pillow with its corners protruding out form under her short light sun dress. I was now sporting a major-league hard-on and was so jealous of that pillow! Oh, how I wished I was that pillow! I asked J.R. if she was comfortable. She said, “Sure am… comfy pillow,” she said with a wry smile. She caught me looking at the pillow under her. Are you really sure you don’t need anything? Again I nervously replied, “Nnoo tthhanks.”
She was really good at smoking me out!
After a quiet moment had past, she said, “You know, this pillow is sooo comfy… I’d love to try out the real thing… you game?” Playing dumb, I asked her, “What do you have in mind?” “I’d like to sit on something really comfortable. You look very comfortable. I was in a corner… no where to hide.
This is a once in a life time opportunity. I took a deep breath and said, “I’d love for you squash me… sit anywhere… anyhow.” J.R. pointed to the pillow beneath her and asked, “Like this?” I replied, “God, yea!” “Well… lay down lover boy… on the floor over there,” she said, pointing to a general area on the carpet near the stereo.
Letting her take the lead and me playing dumb, I nervously and clumsily laid face down, at the spot she indicated. J.R. laughed and said, “Not like that, silly… can’t squish you good like that… turn over.” She leaned to one side and said, “Here’s a pillow for your head.” She tossed the ‘picture’ pillow over to me and I put it in place under my head.
With some difficulty, J.R. got up from the couch, walked slowly over to my feet and stopped. After a moment she straddled my waist and very slowly and teasingly waddled up to the point where she was standing directly over my face. Words alone cannot describe the view of her from below! She was THE most beautiful giantess woman that ever conquered me. She asked me if I was enjoying the view. I nodded with a soft, “Yea.” “Ready?” She asked. “Aha,” I mumbled nervously.
Then, she slowly lowered herself onto my body… as she seemed a little unstable with the added weight of the baby. At about the half-way point, she crashed down uncontrolled onto my lower stomach… and onto my full bladder! I didn’t get a chance to take that piss I so urgently needed an hour ago. J.R. asked me, “Are you Okay?” I groaned, “Yea…need to pee.” She replied, “Me too... can you hold it?” Again I nodded, “Ahuh.”
With her legs extended out in front, she swayed from side to side, slowly ‘butt walking’ her way up onto my upper chest. Her pussy was now just touching my chin as we talked about my ex, our divorce and how she thought I was bouncing back well from a lonely time. As we talked, she repeatedly played with her sundress, teasingly putting it over my face, then removed it. Now I had another raging hard-on! Oh, how I wish she would crush it!
Breathing was difficult with all her weight on my abdomen, but now it was almost impossible! I may have guessed incorrectly her weight.
After a quiet moment passed, she again began inching her way further up… onto my chin… onto my mouth… onto my nose. The view from below was totally awesome! I lost vision of her face at the point when her pussy was up on my mouth… because of her beautiful protrusion. I was beginning to really feel and smell her body heat and her feminine aroma at this point. When she was up to my mouth, all I could see was her hungry, hairy pussy with room light filtered through the light sun dress. The heat increased even more; the feminine aroma was stronger and the pressure was relentlessly… beautiful… awesome. But her trip was not yet finished.
She had more to go!
When J.R. reached my nose, her pussy sealed it completely… with 90% of her body weight on my face, she now owned me! She stayed still in this position for a little while…then she rubbed herself full-weight up and down face… she was face-fucking me!
Her breathing became heavier and she began to moan as her movements used my nose to stimulate her clit. With no air to breathe, my lungs began to burn.
When she reached climax, she closed her legs over my upper face completely sealing out the outside world. She truly owned me now… I was now her personal boy-toy. I tasted her thick cum fluid as it filtered through her panties. I wanted to drink it all! Then I began to recognize a familiar smell… that of female urine. Her nectar was leaking around her panties and dripping directly into my open mouth. Oh, how I wished she would just relax and let it go! But I needed to breathe so badly… no relief in sight. She seems content to just continue queening me, to crush my face flat and to drown me in her personal fluids.
By now, my lungs felt like they were going to implode or explode… I don’t know which. My extremities began to tingle and my ears began to ring. I touched and rubbed her butt and then her legs to signal her to get up. I guess she understood that to mean ‘feels good…keep going’. She began to bounce up and down on my face and I felt and tasted more ‘spills.’ J.R. then pulled the gusset of her panties aside and let her body relax and release a torrent of piss directly into my wide-open mouth. This was not the first I’d tasted a girl’s pee… but it certainly was the best tasting and the largest in volume. She gave me all her bladder held… about a quart. Now I really had to go!
After a heavy panic but short struggle, I finally passed-out with my limbs going limp. This was a sign she understood. She got up and off me and whispered, “You Okay? That was the ride of my life! Thanks… but this was for you… not me… this was my gift to you. Did you enjoy it too?” I groggily responded, “Sure did… loved it!” We both got up hugged each other and then she walked to the door, saying, “My parents are going to be wondering where I am… see you later.” I slowly opened the door, we kissed and she walked back down the hall to her parent’s apartment saying, “Bye.”
I never saw her again. But I often fondly think about her and wonder where she is now,
how she’s is doing, what she is doing and with whom.