fionabrown
03-11-2005, 4:29 AM
Madeleine sat her full weight down as usual, and stretched out her legs. She reached down and ran her hand over and around the student's underpants, noting his lack of arousal. She removed her top and had a look around the sparse room. Pity there was no TV, she thought. She leaned forward and lifted slightly as if to get up, but then sat down very heavily, doubly compressing the puny student deep into his bed. His right arm was firmly trapped under her legs, but his left arm was free, and he was vainly trying to push her off. She would have got up by then, but she enjoyed the sensation of this one weak arm trying to lift her immense bulk from its awkward position. Madeleine knew well that even from a good position with a firm grip this little student wouldn't be able to lift her even with both arms and his full power behind him. She doubted he'd be able to lift someone 10 stones lighter than her. And now sitting on him she knew how completely futile his attempts at lifting moving that massive naked body from crushing him flat would be. She clenched her buttocks together then shifted her weight slightly from side to side. She knew she was crushing and hurting this weedy 20 year old. She knew she was putting him into a zone of darkness and waiting for it to end. It was time to toy with him.
Madeleine stood up and looked down at him once again - he definitely looked compressed. The bed too seemed to have given up its resistance and the student was still half embedded in the now sagging mattress. She stayed looking down at him for several minutes, squeezing her huge breasts together, pinching her hard nipples. She leaned over the student's head, letting her breasts hang down. He still hadn't spoken or moved, but was looking up mesmerised. She slowly dangled her full pendulous and very heavy breasts above his face and let them swing gently, occasionally bumping against his features. She lowered herself further sliding her breasts around his face.
She climbed over him, lowering her bosom around his face. She wasn't crushing or compressing his body, and was specially lifting her back to prevent her belly from squashing him. For a minute she gently squeezed and massaged her breasts together with the student's face trapped in between.
And then she slid down, dragging her breasts down his chest, looking right into his face. She leaned forwards and whispered into his ear. "Do you like that? Do you like my big tits? Do you like having your face squashed between them? Do you like having your face squashed?" She whispered sensually, the student's eyes were wide.
Then she leaned onto him, her big belly now enveloping his frame. Madeleine put her arms around him, as if she was tightly cuddling a lover. Her weight was once again crushing him but it didn't feel so oppressive. Lying half over him it was softer and gentler, although it was not comfortable. She still had him firmly trapped though - she was lying over his right side on top of his arm, and her embrace firmly held his left arm. She lay the full length of the bed - the students feet only reaching midway down her ankles.
She leaned slightly more heavily on to him, beginning the compression into the bed again. She wrapped her leg around him and hugged him powerfully with her arm - a bit too strongly, just to emphasise her strength. Madeleine lay her head down by his ear and began to whisper again. She noticed the odour of his face - it was her odour. She had marked him already.
"Do you like it?" She knew the answer to that. She paused.
"I am going to sit on your face." She paused again, gripping him tightly, letting him know that indeed she was about to do just that.
"I - am - going - to - SIT - on - your - face". She said each word slowly, and said 'sit' sharply and loudly. "On your face". She said it again for effect.
She didn't move. The student began to think about escaping, and tried to struggle. He weight held him down, and her embrace gripped him strongly. He knew it was useless.
She started whispering again, taunting him. "I am going to sit down on your face. I am going to use you as my cushion - I am going to squash you all night. You know how heavy I am, don't you. I am going to sit on your face. My big buttocks are going to squash you flat, you know that. Yes they are. My big dirty sweaty ass is going to sit down on your face. And you can't stop me. You actually can't. There is nothing you can do to stop me. Your face is just an object for me to sit on, and I won't even notice, while I sit on your face."
Each time she said sit she squeezed him a bit tighter.
"Now go down and smell my bottom. Slide down the bed and put your head in between my buttocks - where I am slimiest and dirtiest. You saw my knickers didnt you. You know I need cleaning. I want you to do it. Slide down and put your face in there now. Lick it all clean. Do it. Then I am going to sit on your face. I am." She kept squeezing him.
"Go on, go and put your face into my sweaty dirty ass." She let go. The student didn't move.
"Do it now or I will get up and stand right on your head. You wont like it." But still he didnt move.
In an instant she was up and standing over him. It took seconds for her to place one huge wide foot against his face. She just rested it there, pressing him into the pillow. Then without warning she shifted her weight down, pressing his face way deep through the pillow and into the bed. His hands shot up and she kept the pressure on for a count of 10. These were the 10 most painful seconds so far in this student's life. His neck was bent grotesquely back and down. Her foot was deep in the bed, it was amazing that there could be someone underneath.
And then she was lying by him again, tightly embracing him, gripping him. Once again reminding him of her strength.
"You didn't like that, did you? Just one foot, and not even all of my weight. Imaging my full weight, 2 feet, for hours. You know I'll happily do that. I don't even know your name, or care. Why wouldn't I do it? Now slide down and make friends with my ass. And then I'm going to sit on your face."
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Madeleine stood up and looked down at him once again - he definitely looked compressed. The bed too seemed to have given up its resistance and the student was still half embedded in the now sagging mattress. She stayed looking down at him for several minutes, squeezing her huge breasts together, pinching her hard nipples. She leaned over the student's head, letting her breasts hang down. He still hadn't spoken or moved, but was looking up mesmerised. She slowly dangled her full pendulous and very heavy breasts above his face and let them swing gently, occasionally bumping against his features. She lowered herself further sliding her breasts around his face.
She climbed over him, lowering her bosom around his face. She wasn't crushing or compressing his body, and was specially lifting her back to prevent her belly from squashing him. For a minute she gently squeezed and massaged her breasts together with the student's face trapped in between.
And then she slid down, dragging her breasts down his chest, looking right into his face. She leaned forwards and whispered into his ear. "Do you like that? Do you like my big tits? Do you like having your face squashed between them? Do you like having your face squashed?" She whispered sensually, the student's eyes were wide.
Then she leaned onto him, her big belly now enveloping his frame. Madeleine put her arms around him, as if she was tightly cuddling a lover. Her weight was once again crushing him but it didn't feel so oppressive. Lying half over him it was softer and gentler, although it was not comfortable. She still had him firmly trapped though - she was lying over his right side on top of his arm, and her embrace firmly held his left arm. She lay the full length of the bed - the students feet only reaching midway down her ankles.
She leaned slightly more heavily on to him, beginning the compression into the bed again. She wrapped her leg around him and hugged him powerfully with her arm - a bit too strongly, just to emphasise her strength. Madeleine lay her head down by his ear and began to whisper again. She noticed the odour of his face - it was her odour. She had marked him already.
"Do you like it?" She knew the answer to that. She paused.
"I am going to sit on your face." She paused again, gripping him tightly, letting him know that indeed she was about to do just that.
"I - am - going - to - SIT - on - your - face". She said each word slowly, and said 'sit' sharply and loudly. "On your face". She said it again for effect.
She didn't move. The student began to think about escaping, and tried to struggle. He weight held him down, and her embrace gripped him strongly. He knew it was useless.
She started whispering again, taunting him. "I am going to sit down on your face. I am going to use you as my cushion - I am going to squash you all night. You know how heavy I am, don't you. I am going to sit on your face. My big buttocks are going to squash you flat, you know that. Yes they are. My big dirty sweaty ass is going to sit down on your face. And you can't stop me. You actually can't. There is nothing you can do to stop me. Your face is just an object for me to sit on, and I won't even notice, while I sit on your face."
Each time she said sit she squeezed him a bit tighter.
"Now go down and smell my bottom. Slide down the bed and put your head in between my buttocks - where I am slimiest and dirtiest. You saw my knickers didnt you. You know I need cleaning. I want you to do it. Slide down and put your face in there now. Lick it all clean. Do it. Then I am going to sit on your face. I am." She kept squeezing him.
"Go on, go and put your face into my sweaty dirty ass." She let go. The student didn't move.
"Do it now or I will get up and stand right on your head. You wont like it." But still he didnt move.
In an instant she was up and standing over him. It took seconds for her to place one huge wide foot against his face. She just rested it there, pressing him into the pillow. Then without warning she shifted her weight down, pressing his face way deep through the pillow and into the bed. His hands shot up and she kept the pressure on for a count of 10. These were the 10 most painful seconds so far in this student's life. His neck was bent grotesquely back and down. Her foot was deep in the bed, it was amazing that there could be someone underneath.
And then she was lying by him again, tightly embracing him, gripping him. Once again reminding him of her strength.
"You didn't like that, did you? Just one foot, and not even all of my weight. Imaging my full weight, 2 feet, for hours. You know I'll happily do that. I don't even know your name, or care. Why wouldn't I do it? Now slide down and make friends with my ass. And then I'm going to sit on your face."
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mstrsfiona@yahoo.co.uk
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