ezreader451
12-01-2008, 9:31 PM
"Lessee," she said thoughtfully, "I guess I could jest slide my way on up ta yer face, now, couldn't I? Jest bury ya under this hot, wet, drippin', hairy ol' pussy o' mine, couldn't I?" As she spoke, she inched slowly forward and spread her legs gradually farther and farther apart. "Yeah, I think I could purty much bury you under this mound, ride yer face like it was my own l'il toy. Whaddaya ya say, Mr. Hotshot, wanna taste a l'il sweet home Alabama?"
She stopped moving forward, her pussy just inches from my chin. The heat radiating from her was like a small nuclear reactor in meltdown, and her dripping red hairs brushed against my chin, tickling me madly. And the smell, that smell...it was driving me crazy. She lifted up slightly and spread her labia with her fingers, exposing the largest, hottest, Amazonian pussy I had ever seen. I thought it could swallow me whole with that thing, and I was simultaneously afraid and excited. A few drops of sweat dripped off her pussy hairs and fell into my mouth, and I nearly fainted with ecstasy and dread as they hit my taste buds. She hovered, maddeningly, occasionally dipping down to brush the tip of my nose with her flesh. All I could see, smell, feel was her--her massive body that until now I had felt repulsed by, made jokes about. Now I was being tortured by the very thing I thought was just a white-trash joke. She continued to tease, to dip down and raise up as I fought the urge to reach out with my tongue and meet her waiting flesh. The teasing was killing me, and when she began to chuckle at my helplessness, I burst out, "For god sake get it over with, sit on me, sit on me for the love of God, PLEASE SIT ON ME!!!"
And, as though those wee the very words she had been waiting for, she chuckled again, and slid back to sit on my chest. I almost screamed out in the agony of denial, as I knew this was all part of her plan to make me grovel. And I had just done exactly that, begged her with my own mouth to sit on my face. I was helplessly in her power, and she knew it.
"No, no my l'il mister hotshot," she drawled, "If ya want it that bad it jest won't be any fun for me. No, I don't think that'll put ya in yer place at all. Hmmm, let me think on it. What would really make you putty in my hands?"
As she pretended to think it over, tapping one painted fingernail against her lips, she slowly eased her left leg out straight and then followed with the right, now sitting full weight on my chest. The crushing pressure was tremendous as yet again I was being pancaked beneath her huge ass. I lay my head back and felt the air squeezed from my lungs. She looked down at me playfully, as though I were nothing more than an interesting bug for her to squash, a toy to use, a project for her devious mind. Suddenly, in mock surprise, she widened her eyes and smiled.
"I know!" she said, clapping her hands and cackling. "If y'all really want my pussy, I'll jest have ta give ya the opposite. Yep, that'll do it, that'll make sure ya never git in my face, never laugh behind my back again, sweetie."
And with that, she rotated on my chest and sat on me with her front to my feet and her massive ass confronting my face. As she twisted, I felt like a screw being driven into the ground by an immense screwdriver. "Oh, yeah," she laughed, "I think I'll teach ya a l'il about the back door boggie, ya shameless l'il pussy hound. And I have a very, verrrry big back door."
She then rose up and lifted her ass over my face, letting it hover in my view, blacking out all other vision. She slowly rubbed her hands over her cheeks, and I watched in horror as her flesh rolled and flowed over her hands as she massaged the massive flesh of her ass. "Oh no," I said, "Oh no please not this. Please Julie, please... I"ll do anything, just please ... don't..."
"Don't what sugar," she teased, continuing to massage her ass, "Don't do this?" And cackling evilly, she swiftly unbuckled my belt and opened my fly. Before I knew it, my clothes were down around my ankles and I was totally exposed to her.
"And don't do this?" she said, grabbing one massive ass cheek in each hand, spreading them as widely as she could. As I helplessly gazed up, my mouth opened in awe of the sight above me. Her ass cheeks spread over my face like the wings of a giant bird of prey. I thought there was no way a human body could be so huge, could do such monstrous things. Her ass was like a black hole in space, opening wider and wider as her crack became a crevice, then a gap, then the grand canyon of human flesh. I had heard jokes about asses so big they could swallow a human head, but never, NEVER did I think that was for real. As the massive space between her cheeks continued to widen, I felt a last surge of resistance flow into me and I tried to escape the humiliating fate Julie had laid out for me. I had momentarily succumbed to the sexual power of her pussy, but there was no way I would submit to this ... this, degrading fate.
I tried to throw her off me, to buck her appallingly huge body off of me and turn the tables on her. And, at the height of my folly, I thought that I might actually succeed. Yes, I thought that I might reverse this situation and really, REALLY put this trailer-trash bitch in her place. After all, I was the Ivy league graduate, I was the cosmopolitan, witty, urbane, and genteel one. It was time to teach this hillbilly girl her place!
Or, at least, that was what my poor, deluded mind thought. But my futile flailing caught her off guard for only a second. She simply retaliated by doing the easiest thing in the world for her to do. She sat down.
I'll say that again.
She sat down.
My face, my head, my whole ego disappeared inside her ass. I felt her colossal cheeks envelope my head and spread out over me. I felt, for a moment, like I disappeared into a dark tunnel of warm flesh just before the pressure kicked in and I was crushed beneath three hundred pounds of angry Alabama woman. My mouth and nose were force well up into her hot and slick hole by the sheer force of her weight, and my forehead felt as though it was going to crack under the pressure. I could hear nothing in that great, black void, but I had the sense that she was angrily saying something, as the faint snatches of noise I heard were punctuated by her bouncing forcefully on my squashed and flattened face. And then everything seemed to stop as she settled down, smashing my face further and further into her as I felt her hole slowly open wider and wider. The smell, the force, the weight were overpowering. I opened my mouth to try to grab a desperate breath, and her flesh invaded me, rushing over my tongue and filling my tastebuds with a cornucopia of sweet and savory flavors. Instantly, my head was encased in a sweat-lodge of ass.
The tastes, the wet, sultry sensations, the spicy, earthy smell...oh God, not again!!! I though in desperation. But it was no use. I thought of everything to keep limp--baseball scores, boring lectures, anything to keep myself from physically enjoying this. And nothing worked. I was sprouting a veritable redwood in response to the awesome power of my trashy, hillbilly, fat, horrible, wonderful, sexy, Goddess of a sister-in-law.
As if she sensed my thoughts, Julie lifted herself off my head, scooted forward sit on my chest, and turned her head over her shoulder to look down at me with the emerald eyes of a supersized goddess...
('ll finish the last installment tonight--I swear!)
She stopped moving forward, her pussy just inches from my chin. The heat radiating from her was like a small nuclear reactor in meltdown, and her dripping red hairs brushed against my chin, tickling me madly. And the smell, that smell...it was driving me crazy. She lifted up slightly and spread her labia with her fingers, exposing the largest, hottest, Amazonian pussy I had ever seen. I thought it could swallow me whole with that thing, and I was simultaneously afraid and excited. A few drops of sweat dripped off her pussy hairs and fell into my mouth, and I nearly fainted with ecstasy and dread as they hit my taste buds. She hovered, maddeningly, occasionally dipping down to brush the tip of my nose with her flesh. All I could see, smell, feel was her--her massive body that until now I had felt repulsed by, made jokes about. Now I was being tortured by the very thing I thought was just a white-trash joke. She continued to tease, to dip down and raise up as I fought the urge to reach out with my tongue and meet her waiting flesh. The teasing was killing me, and when she began to chuckle at my helplessness, I burst out, "For god sake get it over with, sit on me, sit on me for the love of God, PLEASE SIT ON ME!!!"
And, as though those wee the very words she had been waiting for, she chuckled again, and slid back to sit on my chest. I almost screamed out in the agony of denial, as I knew this was all part of her plan to make me grovel. And I had just done exactly that, begged her with my own mouth to sit on my face. I was helplessly in her power, and she knew it.
"No, no my l'il mister hotshot," she drawled, "If ya want it that bad it jest won't be any fun for me. No, I don't think that'll put ya in yer place at all. Hmmm, let me think on it. What would really make you putty in my hands?"
As she pretended to think it over, tapping one painted fingernail against her lips, she slowly eased her left leg out straight and then followed with the right, now sitting full weight on my chest. The crushing pressure was tremendous as yet again I was being pancaked beneath her huge ass. I lay my head back and felt the air squeezed from my lungs. She looked down at me playfully, as though I were nothing more than an interesting bug for her to squash, a toy to use, a project for her devious mind. Suddenly, in mock surprise, she widened her eyes and smiled.
"I know!" she said, clapping her hands and cackling. "If y'all really want my pussy, I'll jest have ta give ya the opposite. Yep, that'll do it, that'll make sure ya never git in my face, never laugh behind my back again, sweetie."
And with that, she rotated on my chest and sat on me with her front to my feet and her massive ass confronting my face. As she twisted, I felt like a screw being driven into the ground by an immense screwdriver. "Oh, yeah," she laughed, "I think I'll teach ya a l'il about the back door boggie, ya shameless l'il pussy hound. And I have a very, verrrry big back door."
She then rose up and lifted her ass over my face, letting it hover in my view, blacking out all other vision. She slowly rubbed her hands over her cheeks, and I watched in horror as her flesh rolled and flowed over her hands as she massaged the massive flesh of her ass. "Oh no," I said, "Oh no please not this. Please Julie, please... I"ll do anything, just please ... don't..."
"Don't what sugar," she teased, continuing to massage her ass, "Don't do this?" And cackling evilly, she swiftly unbuckled my belt and opened my fly. Before I knew it, my clothes were down around my ankles and I was totally exposed to her.
"And don't do this?" she said, grabbing one massive ass cheek in each hand, spreading them as widely as she could. As I helplessly gazed up, my mouth opened in awe of the sight above me. Her ass cheeks spread over my face like the wings of a giant bird of prey. I thought there was no way a human body could be so huge, could do such monstrous things. Her ass was like a black hole in space, opening wider and wider as her crack became a crevice, then a gap, then the grand canyon of human flesh. I had heard jokes about asses so big they could swallow a human head, but never, NEVER did I think that was for real. As the massive space between her cheeks continued to widen, I felt a last surge of resistance flow into me and I tried to escape the humiliating fate Julie had laid out for me. I had momentarily succumbed to the sexual power of her pussy, but there was no way I would submit to this ... this, degrading fate.
I tried to throw her off me, to buck her appallingly huge body off of me and turn the tables on her. And, at the height of my folly, I thought that I might actually succeed. Yes, I thought that I might reverse this situation and really, REALLY put this trailer-trash bitch in her place. After all, I was the Ivy league graduate, I was the cosmopolitan, witty, urbane, and genteel one. It was time to teach this hillbilly girl her place!
Or, at least, that was what my poor, deluded mind thought. But my futile flailing caught her off guard for only a second. She simply retaliated by doing the easiest thing in the world for her to do. She sat down.
I'll say that again.
She sat down.
My face, my head, my whole ego disappeared inside her ass. I felt her colossal cheeks envelope my head and spread out over me. I felt, for a moment, like I disappeared into a dark tunnel of warm flesh just before the pressure kicked in and I was crushed beneath three hundred pounds of angry Alabama woman. My mouth and nose were force well up into her hot and slick hole by the sheer force of her weight, and my forehead felt as though it was going to crack under the pressure. I could hear nothing in that great, black void, but I had the sense that she was angrily saying something, as the faint snatches of noise I heard were punctuated by her bouncing forcefully on my squashed and flattened face. And then everything seemed to stop as she settled down, smashing my face further and further into her as I felt her hole slowly open wider and wider. The smell, the force, the weight were overpowering. I opened my mouth to try to grab a desperate breath, and her flesh invaded me, rushing over my tongue and filling my tastebuds with a cornucopia of sweet and savory flavors. Instantly, my head was encased in a sweat-lodge of ass.
The tastes, the wet, sultry sensations, the spicy, earthy smell...oh God, not again!!! I though in desperation. But it was no use. I thought of everything to keep limp--baseball scores, boring lectures, anything to keep myself from physically enjoying this. And nothing worked. I was sprouting a veritable redwood in response to the awesome power of my trashy, hillbilly, fat, horrible, wonderful, sexy, Goddess of a sister-in-law.
As if she sensed my thoughts, Julie lifted herself off my head, scooted forward sit on my chest, and turned her head over her shoulder to look down at me with the emerald eyes of a supersized goddess...
('ll finish the last installment tonight--I swear!)