Risteve
12-03-2006, 7:09 AM
Another story I wrote many years ago. I never kept a copy of the original, so I've had to re-write it from memory. You can't imagine how difficult that is until you try it. Anyway, I hope you like it. Any feedback, good or bad, would be welcome.
The Doll
Linda was never at her best first thing in the morning, so the old gypsy women who woke her up at 8.00am that Saturday morning got a particularly frosty reception.
“Go to Hell!” she snapped as she slammed the door in her face, leaving her muttering something on the doorstep about a curse of eternal anguish.
“Fucking clothes pegs!” she grumbled to herself as she went back into her living room. Her blood boiled as she looked out of her window and saw the gypsy talking to Penny, her eight year old niece. She threw the window open.
“Penny, come in here at once.” she called. “And I’ll thank you to get off my property.” she hissed at the old woman.
She slammed the window shut and turned her back on the old woman. Penny came bounding into the room clutching a small doll.
“What’s that?” Linda demanded.
“It’s a doll. That nice old lady gave it to me.”
Linda tutted in exasperation.
“You know your mummy doesn’t like you talking to strangers. Now go and throw it in the bin and then wash your hands for breakfast.” Penny trudged sullenly into the kitchen, and Linda gave thanks the child would be going home soon. As kids went, she supposed Penny wasn’t too bad. She’d been no trouble the previous night, and when she’d woken up early that morning, she’d got quietly dressed and gone outside to play. But the truth of it was Linda just didn’t like kids. She’d only got lumbered with Penny because Anne, Linda’s sister, had managed to get herself a date the previous night and had asked if Penny could spend the night with her. Anne had been pretty depressed since her husband had walked out, the bastard, so Linda had been happy to help. Linda had discovered at a very early age that men held no appeal for her whatsoever, and had enjoyed a number of gay relationships before she met Carol. But with Carol, it was different. Their affair had blossomed into something quite special, and far more stable than most marriages seemed to be. They’d been together now for five years, and were just as close now as they ever had been. Carol had been away on business for the last 3 days, and Linda was eagerly looking forward to seeing her again the following day. She didn’t enjoy sleeping alone anymore, and she knew Carol didn’t either, so there were bound to be some wonderfully passionate nights in store.
She went into the dining room and sat down to eat her cereal. Penny came bounding in and bounced into her chair, thrusting her doll onto the table and knocking over a glass of orange juice in the process.
“Oh Penny!” Linda exclaimed, hastily mopping up the spilt juice. “I thought I told you to throw that thing away.”
She picked the doll up, momentarily at a loss what to do with it. Then she laid it across the seat of her chair and sat on it with a decisive thump.
“Auntie Linda! Don’t sit on her! You’ll squash her!” Penny cried out in alarm.
“Yes. And I’m going to keep on squashing her until you’ve finished your breakfast.” she replied crossly. “And then she’s going in the bin.”
Penny fell into a quiet sulk, and Linda again gave thanks she would be rid of her soon. Silence reigned, and it occurred to Linda that the doll was actually quite comfortable to sit on. All soft and squashy under …… She almost leapt out of her chair in surprise! The doll had moved! She was sure it had! Yes, there it was again! A jerky twitching movement, as if it was trying to get out from beneath her. And it felt nice. Very nice indeed. The tea-shirt she wore in bed didn’t cover her bottom when she sat down so the only thing that separated her from the doll was the flimsy material of her panties. She ground down on the doll and had to suppress a moan of delight as the doll seemed to redouble its efforts to get out from under her. She closed her eyes, and bit down on her bottom lip as the doll’s writhing seemed to increase in intensity.
Penny announced that she’d finished her breakfast and was going upstairs to pack her things ready to go home, leaving Linda alone to enjoy the sensations she was getting from the doll. It really was just like sitting on the tiny body of a shrunken person, feeling them wriggle and squirm as they struggled in vain to escape from the terrible crushing weight of her bottom. She smiled to herself. Perhaps that old gypsy woman’s curse had backfired on her, and she’d finished up in the doll’s tiny body. Now that was an enjoyable thought. She drifted away into a fantasy world, where she had the old cow fastened helplessly across the seat of her chair, and she was sat on her, squashing her flat. A wonderful tingling sensation began to develop in her loins. The old woman was struggling like mad to escape, but she was far too heavy. She ground down on her, crushing and flattening her and this time she did moan aloud as the struggles became even more intense. The gypsy woman was desperately trying to get out, but she was completely helpless. Linda swayed back and forth and rocked from side to side, concentrating her full weight on the old woman’s tiny body. In her mind’s eye, she could visualise her, writhing and crying out as her tiny body was crushed and mangled. Linda was breathing heavily now, eyes tightly closed, fingers gripping the edge of the table as she twisted and shuddered on the soft rubber toy. Seconds later, an orgasm of unbelievable intensity swept over her like a tidal wave. She almost collapsed onto the table, her entire body pulsing with the intensity of her climax. Gradually, she stopped shaking, her breathing became less laboured and her senses returned to normal. She climbed unsteadily to her feet, and picked up the doll, gazing at it in bewilderment. God, what an experience. And just from sitting on a doll, for Christ’s sake. It was incredible. She and Carol enjoyed a fabulous sex life, and she’d had some wonderful orgasms, but nothing she’d experienced before could come close to what that doll had just done for her. And it had happened so quickly as well, two or three minutes at the most. She carried it into the living room, examining it closely. It appeared to be moulded from some soft sponge rubber material. And it was very realistic. The facial features were very precise, and even the hair looked authentic, although it was all part of the same moulding. But what caused it to wriggle when she sat on it? It could only be the soft rubber straining to recover its shape when she squashed it, she decided. But why would that arouse her so much? She could sit on a bag of worms, and they’d wriggle, but they wouldn’t make her cum. She was pretty sure of that. And as much as she wanted to, she couldn’t believe that that old gypsy bitch really was trapped inside the doll’s body. It was a wonderful fantasy though. Just what she’d like to really do to her if she could.
The sound of footsteps thundering downstairs startled her, and she hurriedly stuffed the doll under one of the cushions on the sofa and sat on it as Penny came bounding into the room.
“I’m going now, Auntie Linda.” she announced, all signs of her earlier sulkiness gone. “Thank you for letting me stay.”
A quick peck on the cheek and she was gone. Linda breathed a sigh of relief.
She went upstairs to get dressed. Carol was due home early the following morning, and she had a lot of housework that she wanted to get out of the way before she returned so they could spend the rest of the day in each other‘s arms. As she padded into the bedroom her eyes fell on the exercise bicycle she’d bought a few weeks earlier. She’d promised herself that she’d do at least half an hour on it every morning. And she had - for the first week or so. The thing was, the saddle was so bloody hard and uncomfortable. She climbed onto the bike and winced. It was like sitting on a block of wood. Then she remembered the doll. That was probably just the sort of padding it needed. And anyway, if that old gypsy woman really was trapped in it, it would be worth the discomfort just to squash her again. She went downstairs and took it back up with her. She laid the doll along the saddle with the head at the rear, and climbed aboard again. She felt the soft rubber material squash underneath her, and the doll’s head slipped neatly into the groove in her bottom. Mmmm, much better, she thought to herself, and began pedalling. Almost immediately, the doll began squirming and writhing beneath her. And as soon as it did, Linda felt that warm glowing sensation spread throughout her body. God, it felt so good. She drifted away once more into that fantasy world. It wasn’t the doll she was sitting on. It was that old gypsy bitch. She closed her eyes, smiling and continued pedalling. The pumping action of her legs on the pedals meant that her bottom slid from side to side in the saddle, and the old woman was getting horribly mangled underneath her. Her head was crushed deep into the groove of her bottom and, her screams of agony were smothered as her face was squashed into Linda’s anus. She was struggling fiercely, desperately trying to escape from beneath the crushing weight on top of her, but to no avail. As Linda pedalled harder and harder, so the old woman’s struggles became ever more intense and desperate. A slight contraction in her abdomen sent a blast of foul smelling gas thundering into the old woman’s face, and her struggles became utterly frantic. She pedalled faster and faster, grinding and crushing the old woman deep into her rear cleavage. Another contraction in her abdomen sent another, even greater explosion of foul smelling gas into the gypsy’s face, and the squirming beneath her reached fever pitch. A series of nerve-shattering orgasms swept through Linda’s body like bolts of lightening. She free-wheeled to a halt and staggered across to the bed, collapsing across it, totally spent and thoroughly exhausted.
It was several minutes before she summoned up the strength to climb to her feet again. She walked over to the bike and looked down at the doll. It lay motionless on the saddle in exactly the same place as she’d put it before she sat on it. She picked it up, and gazed at it. What an experience. Her first multiple orgasm, and just from sitting on a doll, for Christ’s sake. She’d no idea what made it react the way that it did, and she didn’t really care. Just as long as it kept on doing. She and Carol were going to have some terrific fun with it in future, she was certain of that.
She placed the doll in her top drawer, neatly arranging her underwear over it, and got dressed.
She set about the chores she had to do, but found she simply couldn‘t focus on what she was supposed to be doing. She just couldn’t stop thinking about that doll and the wonderful sensations it aroused in her. But she knew she’d never get anything done if she kept breaking off to sit on the damn thing. By lunchtime, she’d hardly made any progress at all. She prepared lunch for herself, and then went upstairs to get the doll. At least she could sit on it while she ate her lunch. Perhaps that might relieve the need that was building up inside.
She laid the doll across the seat of her chair and sat on it. Almost immediately, the doll began writhing and squirming, but the sensations were much less pronounced through the thick denim material of her jeans. Mmmm, yes. Much better. She drifted away again. She had the old gypsy woman fastened down to the seat of her chair. She was sobbing and begging for mercy. Linda turned round and stuck her bottom out over the old woman. He pleas became desperate. Linda sat on her heavily, feeling her tiny body flatten out beneath her. She could feel the old woman squirming and writhing underneath her. She began twisting from side to side in a determined effort to completely crush her. She raised herself up and looked down at the old woman. She was sobbing in agony, begging and pleading for mercy. Linda spat on her, covering her face in thick sticky mess of saliva. Then she allowed her full weight to drop on her tiny body, instantly squashing her flat. After a few seconds she raised up again and dropped on her once more. She just sat on her for a while, then twisted and ground down on her again for a while and then bounced on her some more. And all the while, the old gypsy woman writhed and squirmed beneath her. It was wonderful.
She came round with a start. Half an hour had just drifted by, and there was still so much to do. This was no good at all. She decided to stuff the doll inside her knickers. That way, she could still enjoy feeling it writhing around next to her while she was working. Anyway, the thought of using that old gypsy bitch as a pantie-liner was most appealing. It was all the old cow was fit for. She peeled her jeans down her legs and stuffed the doll down the front of her knickers. The tiny body ran the length of her vagina, with the head pressed between her buttocks. Her jeans were the skin-tight stretch type, and once she had them back up, the doll was squashed tightly against her. She reached behind her and pushed the doll’s face up between the cheeks of her bottom tight against her anus.
She spent the rest of the afternoon in an almost dream-like state. She’d never enjoyed doing housework as much in her life, and by 7 o’clock had done everything she’d intended to do and more besides. The doll never stopped wriggling inside her knickers for a second. And when she farted on it, she’d thought it was about to burst out of her jeans. Especially that last time. That had been a really ripe one. She remembered how she’d farted in Carol’s face once. Quite by accident, of course, They’d been indulging in a spot of 69, and it had just slipped out. Linda had almost peed herself laughing, but Carol had been mortified, wrestling her down and sitting on her face until she’d managed to force one out in retaliation. It had never happened since though. Once had been more than enough for both of them. But that old gypsy woman, now that was a different thing altogether. Linda could think of nothing she’d rather do than shove her arse in that woman’s face and fart on her. She detested people like her, and would quite happily have had them all pulped and turned into toilet paper. It was all they were fit for.
She found her way back to the bedroom and fell back onto the bed, exhausted. All the housework - and all those orgasms - had taken their toll. She was shattered. The doll was still squirming delightfully in her underwear, and she closed her legs, squeezing it tightly. The squirming became more intense. Incredible, she thought. It really did feel as if it were a real live person in there. She crossed her legs and squeezed as hard as she could, and let out an “Mmmm” of delight as the doll wriggled against her. Even now, she could tell that she was on her way to another one of those mind-blowing orgasms, but she wanted this one to last a bit longer. She stood up and peeled off her jeans and underwear. She lay back down on the bed holding the doll in her hand and guided it down between her thighs. Already, she had drifted away to her fantasy paradise. It wasn’t the doll she was holding. It was the old woman. Linda could picture her, gazing in horror at the jungle of pubic hair before her, shaking her tiny head in a silent horrified denial of what was inevitably going to happen to her. She pressed her head against her clitoris and began stimulating herself, squashing her face against her sex and mashing her without mercy as she rubbed her clitoris round and round, up and down and from side to side. The old woman was crying out, but her cries were smothered in the soft moist flesh she was being crushed into. Then she guided her further down and mashed her around the opening to her vagina. Slowly, she pushed her forwards into her gaping passage. The old woman’s screams were drowned in the flood of hot sticky secretions that flowed around her. Further and further, deeper and deeper she penetrated into the depths of Linda’s vagina, until just her feet were left outside. Then she was gradually withdrawn until only her head and shoulders were left inside. Then slowly back in again. The old woman was squirming delightfully inside her. Her own living vibrator, no batteries required. Linda could feel her vaginal passage pulsing and throbbing, and she could imagine the old woman drowning in the hot sticky secretions that were being pumped into her as she was forced ever deeper into her cave, only to have them squashed out of her again by another throbbing contraction. She began to pump her in and out, gradually increasing the momentum. She wanted to go slowly, to make the experience last, but the sensations were totally overwhelming, and there was no escaping the climax she was building up to. The old woman was writhing frantically in a desperate futile attempt to escape from the crushing confines of Linda’s vagina, but the more she struggled, the more intense the contractions became. Linda was driving her forward into the deepest darkest depths of her passage with greater and greater force. She could imagine her getting crushed like a concertina as she was driven forwards and then stretched like a piece of elastic as she was dragged back out again.
When her orgasm came, it was a cataclysmic event. Her entire body went rigid for a second or two, and then she began shuddering uncontrollably, as if she were having an epileptic fit. She rammed the doll as far inside herself as it would go and clamped her thighs closed, gasping and moaning. Endless waves of pure ecstasy flowed through her, and it was several minutes before she regained enough composure to slowly pull the doll out of herself. She held it up above her by its feet, watching as her secretions ran down its body and dripped off its head. That doll was truly the most wondrous thing she’d ever come across.
She dragged herself wearily into the shower and took the opportunity to clean the doll up. She put in back in the drawer with her underwear, and then collapsed exhausted into bed. Within seconds, she had fallen into a deep sleep.
All of a sudden, she wasn’t asleep anymore. She hadn’t woken up. She just wasn’t asleep. It was still dark, and somehow, she’d managed to get completely wrapped up in the bed sheets and couldn’t move a muscle. She was just about to untangle herself when the room started shaking violently. In a panic, the thought “Earthquake” flashed through her mid. Then, as quickly as it started, it was over, and she could hear muffled voices in the distance. Someone lifted the bedclothes off her, daylight flooded in. and she found herself staring up at ……… a giant version of herself! A giant hand descended and closed around her, lifting her bodily into the air. What the hell was going on?
“Here it is.” she heard herself say. “All you have to do is sit on it.”
The hand that held her lowered her down and she found herself laid across a hard surface.
“Sit on it?” Carol! That was Carol’s voice! She cried out to her …. or at least, she tried to, but her words died in a mouth that refused to function.
“Come on Linda. You’ve got to be kidding.” Carol went on.
“Really. Go on. Just try it.” she heard the giant version of herself say.
Carol appeared above her. But she was a hundred feet tall. This couldn’t be happening. She was dreaming. Yes, that was it. It was a nightmare, and any second now she’d wake up, and Carol would be there. The normal sized Carol.
The nightmare continued. Giant Carol turned around and lowered her bottom down towards her until it completely filled her field of vision. It was massive. Then it was pressing down on her. Warm and soft at first, but then the warm softness became a crushing weight that pressed her down into the hard unforgiving surface of whatever it was she was laid on. She jerked spasmodically.
Carol leapt up with a shriek.
“It moved!” she cried.
The Linda thing laughed.
“Unbelievable isn’t it. And it keeps moving all the time you’re sat on it. Go on. Take your skirt off and sit on it again. You won’t believe how good it feels.”
Linda gazed upwards in abject terror, her entire body racked with pain from the crushing she’d just endured beneath Carol’s bottom. She was utterly helpless, completely unable to move or cry out.
Carol’s massive bottom appeared above her again. The skirt had gone. All she was wearing now were those tiny powder blue panties that Linda loved to see her in so much. As Carol thrust her bottom out over her, she heard the giant Linda’s voice drifting down.
“Really squash it this time, and just see what it does for you. I spent all afternoon yesterday with it stuffed inside my knickers, and I’ve never had a day like it in my life.”
NOOOOO! She screamed in complete silence as Carol’s bottom descended towards her once more. Carol’s full weight dropped on her like a stone, and she was instantly crushed. Barely audible words drifted down through the massive bulk on top of her.
“If you fart on it, it goes completely bananas. And we’ll never have to buy batteries for our vibrator again.”
Unbelievable agony coursed through every fibre of her being as she was relentlessly squashed flat.
And she wriggled and squirmed …………
----- The Beginning -----
The Doll
Linda was never at her best first thing in the morning, so the old gypsy women who woke her up at 8.00am that Saturday morning got a particularly frosty reception.
“Go to Hell!” she snapped as she slammed the door in her face, leaving her muttering something on the doorstep about a curse of eternal anguish.
“Fucking clothes pegs!” she grumbled to herself as she went back into her living room. Her blood boiled as she looked out of her window and saw the gypsy talking to Penny, her eight year old niece. She threw the window open.
“Penny, come in here at once.” she called. “And I’ll thank you to get off my property.” she hissed at the old woman.
She slammed the window shut and turned her back on the old woman. Penny came bounding into the room clutching a small doll.
“What’s that?” Linda demanded.
“It’s a doll. That nice old lady gave it to me.”
Linda tutted in exasperation.
“You know your mummy doesn’t like you talking to strangers. Now go and throw it in the bin and then wash your hands for breakfast.” Penny trudged sullenly into the kitchen, and Linda gave thanks the child would be going home soon. As kids went, she supposed Penny wasn’t too bad. She’d been no trouble the previous night, and when she’d woken up early that morning, she’d got quietly dressed and gone outside to play. But the truth of it was Linda just didn’t like kids. She’d only got lumbered with Penny because Anne, Linda’s sister, had managed to get herself a date the previous night and had asked if Penny could spend the night with her. Anne had been pretty depressed since her husband had walked out, the bastard, so Linda had been happy to help. Linda had discovered at a very early age that men held no appeal for her whatsoever, and had enjoyed a number of gay relationships before she met Carol. But with Carol, it was different. Their affair had blossomed into something quite special, and far more stable than most marriages seemed to be. They’d been together now for five years, and were just as close now as they ever had been. Carol had been away on business for the last 3 days, and Linda was eagerly looking forward to seeing her again the following day. She didn’t enjoy sleeping alone anymore, and she knew Carol didn’t either, so there were bound to be some wonderfully passionate nights in store.
She went into the dining room and sat down to eat her cereal. Penny came bounding in and bounced into her chair, thrusting her doll onto the table and knocking over a glass of orange juice in the process.
“Oh Penny!” Linda exclaimed, hastily mopping up the spilt juice. “I thought I told you to throw that thing away.”
She picked the doll up, momentarily at a loss what to do with it. Then she laid it across the seat of her chair and sat on it with a decisive thump.
“Auntie Linda! Don’t sit on her! You’ll squash her!” Penny cried out in alarm.
“Yes. And I’m going to keep on squashing her until you’ve finished your breakfast.” she replied crossly. “And then she’s going in the bin.”
Penny fell into a quiet sulk, and Linda again gave thanks she would be rid of her soon. Silence reigned, and it occurred to Linda that the doll was actually quite comfortable to sit on. All soft and squashy under …… She almost leapt out of her chair in surprise! The doll had moved! She was sure it had! Yes, there it was again! A jerky twitching movement, as if it was trying to get out from beneath her. And it felt nice. Very nice indeed. The tea-shirt she wore in bed didn’t cover her bottom when she sat down so the only thing that separated her from the doll was the flimsy material of her panties. She ground down on the doll and had to suppress a moan of delight as the doll seemed to redouble its efforts to get out from under her. She closed her eyes, and bit down on her bottom lip as the doll’s writhing seemed to increase in intensity.
Penny announced that she’d finished her breakfast and was going upstairs to pack her things ready to go home, leaving Linda alone to enjoy the sensations she was getting from the doll. It really was just like sitting on the tiny body of a shrunken person, feeling them wriggle and squirm as they struggled in vain to escape from the terrible crushing weight of her bottom. She smiled to herself. Perhaps that old gypsy woman’s curse had backfired on her, and she’d finished up in the doll’s tiny body. Now that was an enjoyable thought. She drifted away into a fantasy world, where she had the old cow fastened helplessly across the seat of her chair, and she was sat on her, squashing her flat. A wonderful tingling sensation began to develop in her loins. The old woman was struggling like mad to escape, but she was far too heavy. She ground down on her, crushing and flattening her and this time she did moan aloud as the struggles became even more intense. The gypsy woman was desperately trying to get out, but she was completely helpless. Linda swayed back and forth and rocked from side to side, concentrating her full weight on the old woman’s tiny body. In her mind’s eye, she could visualise her, writhing and crying out as her tiny body was crushed and mangled. Linda was breathing heavily now, eyes tightly closed, fingers gripping the edge of the table as she twisted and shuddered on the soft rubber toy. Seconds later, an orgasm of unbelievable intensity swept over her like a tidal wave. She almost collapsed onto the table, her entire body pulsing with the intensity of her climax. Gradually, she stopped shaking, her breathing became less laboured and her senses returned to normal. She climbed unsteadily to her feet, and picked up the doll, gazing at it in bewilderment. God, what an experience. And just from sitting on a doll, for Christ’s sake. It was incredible. She and Carol enjoyed a fabulous sex life, and she’d had some wonderful orgasms, but nothing she’d experienced before could come close to what that doll had just done for her. And it had happened so quickly as well, two or three minutes at the most. She carried it into the living room, examining it closely. It appeared to be moulded from some soft sponge rubber material. And it was very realistic. The facial features were very precise, and even the hair looked authentic, although it was all part of the same moulding. But what caused it to wriggle when she sat on it? It could only be the soft rubber straining to recover its shape when she squashed it, she decided. But why would that arouse her so much? She could sit on a bag of worms, and they’d wriggle, but they wouldn’t make her cum. She was pretty sure of that. And as much as she wanted to, she couldn’t believe that that old gypsy bitch really was trapped inside the doll’s body. It was a wonderful fantasy though. Just what she’d like to really do to her if she could.
The sound of footsteps thundering downstairs startled her, and she hurriedly stuffed the doll under one of the cushions on the sofa and sat on it as Penny came bounding into the room.
“I’m going now, Auntie Linda.” she announced, all signs of her earlier sulkiness gone. “Thank you for letting me stay.”
A quick peck on the cheek and she was gone. Linda breathed a sigh of relief.
She went upstairs to get dressed. Carol was due home early the following morning, and she had a lot of housework that she wanted to get out of the way before she returned so they could spend the rest of the day in each other‘s arms. As she padded into the bedroom her eyes fell on the exercise bicycle she’d bought a few weeks earlier. She’d promised herself that she’d do at least half an hour on it every morning. And she had - for the first week or so. The thing was, the saddle was so bloody hard and uncomfortable. She climbed onto the bike and winced. It was like sitting on a block of wood. Then she remembered the doll. That was probably just the sort of padding it needed. And anyway, if that old gypsy woman really was trapped in it, it would be worth the discomfort just to squash her again. She went downstairs and took it back up with her. She laid the doll along the saddle with the head at the rear, and climbed aboard again. She felt the soft rubber material squash underneath her, and the doll’s head slipped neatly into the groove in her bottom. Mmmm, much better, she thought to herself, and began pedalling. Almost immediately, the doll began squirming and writhing beneath her. And as soon as it did, Linda felt that warm glowing sensation spread throughout her body. God, it felt so good. She drifted away once more into that fantasy world. It wasn’t the doll she was sitting on. It was that old gypsy bitch. She closed her eyes, smiling and continued pedalling. The pumping action of her legs on the pedals meant that her bottom slid from side to side in the saddle, and the old woman was getting horribly mangled underneath her. Her head was crushed deep into the groove of her bottom and, her screams of agony were smothered as her face was squashed into Linda’s anus. She was struggling fiercely, desperately trying to escape from beneath the crushing weight on top of her, but to no avail. As Linda pedalled harder and harder, so the old woman’s struggles became ever more intense and desperate. A slight contraction in her abdomen sent a blast of foul smelling gas thundering into the old woman’s face, and her struggles became utterly frantic. She pedalled faster and faster, grinding and crushing the old woman deep into her rear cleavage. Another contraction in her abdomen sent another, even greater explosion of foul smelling gas into the gypsy’s face, and the squirming beneath her reached fever pitch. A series of nerve-shattering orgasms swept through Linda’s body like bolts of lightening. She free-wheeled to a halt and staggered across to the bed, collapsing across it, totally spent and thoroughly exhausted.
It was several minutes before she summoned up the strength to climb to her feet again. She walked over to the bike and looked down at the doll. It lay motionless on the saddle in exactly the same place as she’d put it before she sat on it. She picked it up, and gazed at it. What an experience. Her first multiple orgasm, and just from sitting on a doll, for Christ’s sake. She’d no idea what made it react the way that it did, and she didn’t really care. Just as long as it kept on doing. She and Carol were going to have some terrific fun with it in future, she was certain of that.
She placed the doll in her top drawer, neatly arranging her underwear over it, and got dressed.
She set about the chores she had to do, but found she simply couldn‘t focus on what she was supposed to be doing. She just couldn’t stop thinking about that doll and the wonderful sensations it aroused in her. But she knew she’d never get anything done if she kept breaking off to sit on the damn thing. By lunchtime, she’d hardly made any progress at all. She prepared lunch for herself, and then went upstairs to get the doll. At least she could sit on it while she ate her lunch. Perhaps that might relieve the need that was building up inside.
She laid the doll across the seat of her chair and sat on it. Almost immediately, the doll began writhing and squirming, but the sensations were much less pronounced through the thick denim material of her jeans. Mmmm, yes. Much better. She drifted away again. She had the old gypsy woman fastened down to the seat of her chair. She was sobbing and begging for mercy. Linda turned round and stuck her bottom out over the old woman. He pleas became desperate. Linda sat on her heavily, feeling her tiny body flatten out beneath her. She could feel the old woman squirming and writhing underneath her. She began twisting from side to side in a determined effort to completely crush her. She raised herself up and looked down at the old woman. She was sobbing in agony, begging and pleading for mercy. Linda spat on her, covering her face in thick sticky mess of saliva. Then she allowed her full weight to drop on her tiny body, instantly squashing her flat. After a few seconds she raised up again and dropped on her once more. She just sat on her for a while, then twisted and ground down on her again for a while and then bounced on her some more. And all the while, the old gypsy woman writhed and squirmed beneath her. It was wonderful.
She came round with a start. Half an hour had just drifted by, and there was still so much to do. This was no good at all. She decided to stuff the doll inside her knickers. That way, she could still enjoy feeling it writhing around next to her while she was working. Anyway, the thought of using that old gypsy bitch as a pantie-liner was most appealing. It was all the old cow was fit for. She peeled her jeans down her legs and stuffed the doll down the front of her knickers. The tiny body ran the length of her vagina, with the head pressed between her buttocks. Her jeans were the skin-tight stretch type, and once she had them back up, the doll was squashed tightly against her. She reached behind her and pushed the doll’s face up between the cheeks of her bottom tight against her anus.
She spent the rest of the afternoon in an almost dream-like state. She’d never enjoyed doing housework as much in her life, and by 7 o’clock had done everything she’d intended to do and more besides. The doll never stopped wriggling inside her knickers for a second. And when she farted on it, she’d thought it was about to burst out of her jeans. Especially that last time. That had been a really ripe one. She remembered how she’d farted in Carol’s face once. Quite by accident, of course, They’d been indulging in a spot of 69, and it had just slipped out. Linda had almost peed herself laughing, but Carol had been mortified, wrestling her down and sitting on her face until she’d managed to force one out in retaliation. It had never happened since though. Once had been more than enough for both of them. But that old gypsy woman, now that was a different thing altogether. Linda could think of nothing she’d rather do than shove her arse in that woman’s face and fart on her. She detested people like her, and would quite happily have had them all pulped and turned into toilet paper. It was all they were fit for.
She found her way back to the bedroom and fell back onto the bed, exhausted. All the housework - and all those orgasms - had taken their toll. She was shattered. The doll was still squirming delightfully in her underwear, and she closed her legs, squeezing it tightly. The squirming became more intense. Incredible, she thought. It really did feel as if it were a real live person in there. She crossed her legs and squeezed as hard as she could, and let out an “Mmmm” of delight as the doll wriggled against her. Even now, she could tell that she was on her way to another one of those mind-blowing orgasms, but she wanted this one to last a bit longer. She stood up and peeled off her jeans and underwear. She lay back down on the bed holding the doll in her hand and guided it down between her thighs. Already, she had drifted away to her fantasy paradise. It wasn’t the doll she was holding. It was the old woman. Linda could picture her, gazing in horror at the jungle of pubic hair before her, shaking her tiny head in a silent horrified denial of what was inevitably going to happen to her. She pressed her head against her clitoris and began stimulating herself, squashing her face against her sex and mashing her without mercy as she rubbed her clitoris round and round, up and down and from side to side. The old woman was crying out, but her cries were smothered in the soft moist flesh she was being crushed into. Then she guided her further down and mashed her around the opening to her vagina. Slowly, she pushed her forwards into her gaping passage. The old woman’s screams were drowned in the flood of hot sticky secretions that flowed around her. Further and further, deeper and deeper she penetrated into the depths of Linda’s vagina, until just her feet were left outside. Then she was gradually withdrawn until only her head and shoulders were left inside. Then slowly back in again. The old woman was squirming delightfully inside her. Her own living vibrator, no batteries required. Linda could feel her vaginal passage pulsing and throbbing, and she could imagine the old woman drowning in the hot sticky secretions that were being pumped into her as she was forced ever deeper into her cave, only to have them squashed out of her again by another throbbing contraction. She began to pump her in and out, gradually increasing the momentum. She wanted to go slowly, to make the experience last, but the sensations were totally overwhelming, and there was no escaping the climax she was building up to. The old woman was writhing frantically in a desperate futile attempt to escape from the crushing confines of Linda’s vagina, but the more she struggled, the more intense the contractions became. Linda was driving her forward into the deepest darkest depths of her passage with greater and greater force. She could imagine her getting crushed like a concertina as she was driven forwards and then stretched like a piece of elastic as she was dragged back out again.
When her orgasm came, it was a cataclysmic event. Her entire body went rigid for a second or two, and then she began shuddering uncontrollably, as if she were having an epileptic fit. She rammed the doll as far inside herself as it would go and clamped her thighs closed, gasping and moaning. Endless waves of pure ecstasy flowed through her, and it was several minutes before she regained enough composure to slowly pull the doll out of herself. She held it up above her by its feet, watching as her secretions ran down its body and dripped off its head. That doll was truly the most wondrous thing she’d ever come across.
She dragged herself wearily into the shower and took the opportunity to clean the doll up. She put in back in the drawer with her underwear, and then collapsed exhausted into bed. Within seconds, she had fallen into a deep sleep.
All of a sudden, she wasn’t asleep anymore. She hadn’t woken up. She just wasn’t asleep. It was still dark, and somehow, she’d managed to get completely wrapped up in the bed sheets and couldn’t move a muscle. She was just about to untangle herself when the room started shaking violently. In a panic, the thought “Earthquake” flashed through her mid. Then, as quickly as it started, it was over, and she could hear muffled voices in the distance. Someone lifted the bedclothes off her, daylight flooded in. and she found herself staring up at ……… a giant version of herself! A giant hand descended and closed around her, lifting her bodily into the air. What the hell was going on?
“Here it is.” she heard herself say. “All you have to do is sit on it.”
The hand that held her lowered her down and she found herself laid across a hard surface.
“Sit on it?” Carol! That was Carol’s voice! She cried out to her …. or at least, she tried to, but her words died in a mouth that refused to function.
“Come on Linda. You’ve got to be kidding.” Carol went on.
“Really. Go on. Just try it.” she heard the giant version of herself say.
Carol appeared above her. But she was a hundred feet tall. This couldn’t be happening. She was dreaming. Yes, that was it. It was a nightmare, and any second now she’d wake up, and Carol would be there. The normal sized Carol.
The nightmare continued. Giant Carol turned around and lowered her bottom down towards her until it completely filled her field of vision. It was massive. Then it was pressing down on her. Warm and soft at first, but then the warm softness became a crushing weight that pressed her down into the hard unforgiving surface of whatever it was she was laid on. She jerked spasmodically.
Carol leapt up with a shriek.
“It moved!” she cried.
The Linda thing laughed.
“Unbelievable isn’t it. And it keeps moving all the time you’re sat on it. Go on. Take your skirt off and sit on it again. You won’t believe how good it feels.”
Linda gazed upwards in abject terror, her entire body racked with pain from the crushing she’d just endured beneath Carol’s bottom. She was utterly helpless, completely unable to move or cry out.
Carol’s massive bottom appeared above her again. The skirt had gone. All she was wearing now were those tiny powder blue panties that Linda loved to see her in so much. As Carol thrust her bottom out over her, she heard the giant Linda’s voice drifting down.
“Really squash it this time, and just see what it does for you. I spent all afternoon yesterday with it stuffed inside my knickers, and I’ve never had a day like it in my life.”
NOOOOO! She screamed in complete silence as Carol’s bottom descended towards her once more. Carol’s full weight dropped on her like a stone, and she was instantly crushed. Barely audible words drifted down through the massive bulk on top of her.
“If you fart on it, it goes completely bananas. And we’ll never have to buy batteries for our vibrator again.”
Unbelievable agony coursed through every fibre of her being as she was relentlessly squashed flat.
And she wriggled and squirmed …………
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