ezreader451
10-14-2008, 3:16 PM
I just lay there, squashed helplessly under her weight as she sat on me. I couldn't believe that this was happening to me... ME! An award winning author, an intellect, a man of financial security. This shit just didn't happen!!!
"Well, well, well, my li'l sugar," Julie purred. "What WILL I do to you? I need to make sure that you won't EVER tell what happened, but that you will stay in line from now on." She began rocking from side to side, shifting her weight from one massive cheek to another, alternately squashing my chest and my stomach, pressing the air out of me like an industrial machine. I tried to cry out for help, but all that I could eek out was "grrglphhh."
"Grrglphhh," she said with a throaty chuckle. "Ah, yes, how many pathetic li'l pussies have said 'grrglphhh' when I squashed their sorry li'l bodies under my Amazonian Alabama Ass!" "I have to say" she said, shifting her weight to her left cheek and looking down at me, "I expected more than 'grrglphhh' from you."
With that, she stood up and began to rip the bikini bottom thong from out of the crack of her ass with an audible 'pop.' I tried, valiantly, to get up, to get up and just RUN from this scene, but I was squashed so firmly into the sofa that I couldn't even budge.
"Well, well, well," she chortled, "Jest lookit this li'l man here. The big man of letters, what would your editors in the New Yorker or the New Left Review say if their star yuppie-boy writer couldn't even take a li'l ol' friendly squashin' from a good ol' Lynyrd Skynyrd-lovin', Bigfoot-believin', JD drinkin', Elvis-is-god BBW! I think I need to make sure that you never EVER make fun of me again, my little squash-pussie. I think you need to be so humiliated that you never tell anyone what happened between us. I'm not gonna let some over-educated pansie-boy get between me and financial security. You see," she said, having finally pulled the bikini bottom from her, "I'm a female money-maker. I may not be straight out of Wall Street, but I'm straight out the trailer. I knows what I needs to do to get what I want. And you ain't gonna git in my way, sweetie."
With that, she jumped up in the air and came crashing down on top of me. I felt as though a planet had left its orbit and collided with earth. Her ass met my body with a force unequaled in nature. I felt the tides move, the earth shudder; I was sure that earthquakes had hit the West Coast and tsunamis had formed off the pacific rim. But no, the only reality was Julie on top of me.
Julie got off me, laughing. "What a poor, pathetic fool," she said. "Oh how I'm going to enjoy this,"
"Well, well, well, my li'l sugar," Julie purred. "What WILL I do to you? I need to make sure that you won't EVER tell what happened, but that you will stay in line from now on." She began rocking from side to side, shifting her weight from one massive cheek to another, alternately squashing my chest and my stomach, pressing the air out of me like an industrial machine. I tried to cry out for help, but all that I could eek out was "grrglphhh."
"Grrglphhh," she said with a throaty chuckle. "Ah, yes, how many pathetic li'l pussies have said 'grrglphhh' when I squashed their sorry li'l bodies under my Amazonian Alabama Ass!" "I have to say" she said, shifting her weight to her left cheek and looking down at me, "I expected more than 'grrglphhh' from you."
With that, she stood up and began to rip the bikini bottom thong from out of the crack of her ass with an audible 'pop.' I tried, valiantly, to get up, to get up and just RUN from this scene, but I was squashed so firmly into the sofa that I couldn't even budge.
"Well, well, well," she chortled, "Jest lookit this li'l man here. The big man of letters, what would your editors in the New Yorker or the New Left Review say if their star yuppie-boy writer couldn't even take a li'l ol' friendly squashin' from a good ol' Lynyrd Skynyrd-lovin', Bigfoot-believin', JD drinkin', Elvis-is-god BBW! I think I need to make sure that you never EVER make fun of me again, my little squash-pussie. I think you need to be so humiliated that you never tell anyone what happened between us. I'm not gonna let some over-educated pansie-boy get between me and financial security. You see," she said, having finally pulled the bikini bottom from her, "I'm a female money-maker. I may not be straight out of Wall Street, but I'm straight out the trailer. I knows what I needs to do to get what I want. And you ain't gonna git in my way, sweetie."
With that, she jumped up in the air and came crashing down on top of me. I felt as though a planet had left its orbit and collided with earth. Her ass met my body with a force unequaled in nature. I felt the tides move, the earth shudder; I was sure that earthquakes had hit the West Coast and tsunamis had formed off the pacific rim. But no, the only reality was Julie on top of me.
Julie got off me, laughing. "What a poor, pathetic fool," she said. "Oh how I'm going to enjoy this,"