Footpath
06-15-2006, 4:33 PM
A Farewell Gift
:wink2:
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 acquaintances 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 us all! 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 150, with the baby etc.). We had never really interacted before…mostly the polite ‘good morning’, ‘good evening’ or ‘hi there’.
She softly and with some sadness said, “I heard you were moving out and wondered whether 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 up.” I returned with two glasses of juice, offering one to her. I’m always nervous around a beautiful woman.
I noticed that she was sitting on a pillow that was given to me by one of my ‘playmates’. I was sweating a little as I looked 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 jealous of that pillow! Oh, how I wished I was that pillow! This pillow was especially made for me as it had a picture of my face on it and was often used, I was told, by the girl(s) when the real thing was not available. I asked J.R. if she was comfortable. She said, “Sure am…comfy pillow. Are you really sure you don’t need anything? Again I nervously replied, “Nno tthhanks.”
After a quiet moment had past, she said, “You know, this pillow is sooo comfy…I’d love to try out the real deal. You game?” I was in a corner…no where to hide. 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 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.
With some difficulty, J.R. got up from her chair, walked slowly over to my feet and stopped. After a moment she straddled my feet and very slowly and teasingly waddled up to the point where she was standing directly over my upper chest. Words alone cannot describe the view of her from below! She was THE most beautiful giantess 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.
Then, she slowly started to lower herself onto me…as she seemed a little unstable with the added weight. 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 a pee.” She replied, “Me too...can you hold it?” Again I nodded, “Uhuh.”
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 a 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 awesome! I lost vision of her face at the point when her pussy was up on my chin…because of her beautiful protrusion. I was beginning to really feel and smell her body heat and 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 relentless…beautiful…awesome. Her trip was not 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 new 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 owned me now…I was now her personal boy-toy. I tasted her thick cum fluid as it filtered through her panties. I want to drink it all! Then I began to recognize a familiar smell…that of 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 my 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 felt and tasted more ‘spills’.
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 to have been for you…not me. 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 saying, “Bye.” :tear:
I never saw her again. But I often fondly think about her and wonder where she is now, how she’s doing, what she’s doing. :crying2:
:pbbbbblt:
Footpath
:wink2:
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 acquaintances 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 us all! 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 150, with the baby etc.). We had never really interacted before…mostly the polite ‘good morning’, ‘good evening’ or ‘hi there’.
She softly and with some sadness said, “I heard you were moving out and wondered whether 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 up.” I returned with two glasses of juice, offering one to her. I’m always nervous around a beautiful woman.
I noticed that she was sitting on a pillow that was given to me by one of my ‘playmates’. I was sweating a little as I looked 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 jealous of that pillow! Oh, how I wished I was that pillow! This pillow was especially made for me as it had a picture of my face on it and was often used, I was told, by the girl(s) when the real thing was not available. I asked J.R. if she was comfortable. She said, “Sure am…comfy pillow. Are you really sure you don’t need anything? Again I nervously replied, “Nno tthhanks.”
After a quiet moment had past, she said, “You know, this pillow is sooo comfy…I’d love to try out the real deal. You game?” I was in a corner…no where to hide. 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 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.
With some difficulty, J.R. got up from her chair, walked slowly over to my feet and stopped. After a moment she straddled my feet and very slowly and teasingly waddled up to the point where she was standing directly over my upper chest. Words alone cannot describe the view of her from below! She was THE most beautiful giantess 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.
Then, she slowly started to lower herself onto me…as she seemed a little unstable with the added weight. 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 a pee.” She replied, “Me too...can you hold it?” Again I nodded, “Uhuh.”
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 a 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 awesome! I lost vision of her face at the point when her pussy was up on my chin…because of her beautiful protrusion. I was beginning to really feel and smell her body heat and 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 relentless…beautiful…awesome. Her trip was not 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 new 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 owned me now…I was now her personal boy-toy. I tasted her thick cum fluid as it filtered through her panties. I want to drink it all! Then I began to recognize a familiar smell…that of 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 my 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 felt and tasted more ‘spills’.
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 to have been for you…not me. 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 saying, “Bye.” :tear:
I never saw her again. But I often fondly think about her and wonder where she is now, how she’s doing, what she’s doing. :crying2:
:pbbbbblt:
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