Topic: The Coach Party (Domme BBWs and Facesitting) (Read 5092 times)

BellyGirlUK · « **on:** July 19, 2008, 09:58:16 AM »

This was written after fantasising on a rather boring coach trip as to how the journey could have been *much* more interesting. The characters are, physically, based on people who were actually on the coach and where they were sitting... I couldn''t *possibly* say whether or not they''re as debauched in their behaviour!

These are the first three parts of a lonnng journey; Robbie needs a rest and a chance to get his breath back after all.

Enjoy...

Chapter 1

The stationary coach lurched sharply to the left as four hundred pounds of argumentative woman mounted the steps.

"Well give me a hand then!" she ordered over her shoulder to her sullen teenage son. He shouldered the small backpack he''d been carrying and used both hands to shove his mum through the narrow gap between the dashboard and the front seat and up the short flight of carpeted steps to the aisle of the coach.

"That ought to test the suspension!" came a too-loud whisper followed by a couple of chuckles from a dark-haired young man behind them in the queue. The whisperer and his girlfriend had an unhindered view as the embarrassed son''s fingers sank into the meaty flesh of his mother''s huge, leggings-clad buttocks and he heaved her up the last step. Both pusher and pushee were breathing heavily and both indignantly glaring at anyone who didn''t hide the fact that they had been watching the unceremonious manhandling that the very fat woman had required.

Only about five people had been queuing in front of the mother and son but all had been party to the constant protests of the red-haired lad as his mum wagged her chunky forefinger in his face and told him that he would sit next to her on the coach and that he would keep her company for the entire journey. Now these people, two elderly women and three thirty-something men, were seated comfortably in aisle seats in the front half of the coach, having had their pick and they all peered up the aisle to where the very tall, very miffed and very wide mum seemed to fill the entire front of the coach.

Looking at the relatively small gap between seats that was the aisle (relative to her bulky dimensions, that is) the woman flicked her long, auburn hair behind her hefty shoulders, hitting her son in the face with her locks. Luckily his mum''s hair glanced off his glasses instead of blinding him. She turned sideways so that she could squeeze more easily along the coach to the haven of the back seat.

"Sorry... sorry... thank you..." she muttered, blushing, as she passed each seated passenger, either narrowly missing them with her round, sagging belly or her monumental arse. She sidled uncomfortably along the aisle, her body rubbing against every seat, until she stood triumphant, if fairly sweaty, in the space between the toilet door and the quadruple seating against the back wall of the coach.

Her son stopped a few seats before the back. He let the slim, dark-haired boy and his seemingly much older, two hundred and fifty pound girlfriend squeeze past him to sit on the opposite side of the vehicle from where his mum was plonking herself down across two of the four seats she coveted.

"Oo! There''s plenty of leg-room at the back... come here... come and sit next to me!" she called to her son. She turned to her right to see how good a view she''d get from the emergency door''s window once the coach started. Her lad, the dark-haired boy and his girlfriend all noticed how her buttocks and thighs, not held very firmly by the jersey material of her leggings, spilled out sideways over the third of the four seats!

This sight provoked three reactions: her son groaned and put one hand over his eyes, sitting down immediately in the seat in front of the couple, the dark-haired bloke blushed ever-so-slightly and a bulge in the front of his jeans became very visible... and his own, fat girlfriend glanced from the fatter woman to her boyfriend''s face and then to his erection and, smiling, kissed the side of his neck whilst lightly and very briefly brushing the palm of her hand over the denim-clad bulge.

French voices distracted everyone in the back section of the bus as four students travelling together chattered about who would sit next to whom and who had the water bottles and how long would the journey be..? They sat on either side of the aisle a couple of seats in front of the bespetacled teenager who was hurriedly putting his iPod earphones in so that his mum wouldn''t talk to him or yell at him any more.

The coach began to rock from side to side. Anyone on board who wasn''t stowing hand-luggage or settling into a newly reclined seat glanced towards the front to see what was happening. Three members of a family had just boarded: a mum in her early forties, her twenty-four year-old daughter and twenty year-old son. All three of them were grinning amiably and looking for where they could sit together. All three of them were also fat!

Looking at the new arrivals and feeling his girlfriend''s hand on his thigh, one finger stroking in almost imperceptible circles, the dark-haired boy allowed his mouth to fall open slightly. Both women in the newly arrived family were now removing their jackets to reveal that they''d squeezed their big bodies into tight jeans, the rolls of their bellies, midriffs and backs bulging over the waistbands. This was shown off to great advantage as they both wore vest-tops, tucked in, restraining their ample top halves.

As mother and daughter stretched upwards, in unison, to shove a bag onto the high-up luggage shelf, two big, round arses were almost pressed into his face. His cock lurched as powerfully as the coach had done earlier and his hardness was now squashed uncomfortably, held, twitching, in place by his own jeans.

"Aww! Poor little Robbie!" his girlfriend''s sexy whisper made him twitch again as he felt her warm breath on his ear and her hand brazenly grip his solid cock through his jeans and squeeze it really hard, once. "Did the nasty, fat mother and daughter nearly knock you out with their massive arses? Poor boy!" she continued, still whispering in a teasing, sing-song voice."You hate fat arses in jeans, I can tell." and she scraped a fingernail the length of his bulge from base to tip before laughing, taking a swig from their water bottle and looking out of the window.

The family sat down, the two women crammed into the double seat in front of the huge, now sulking, mum of the teen. The twenty year old chubby boy sat in front of his own mum and sister and replaced the sunglasses he''d removed in the station... so that he could stare with impunity at the cleavages, swellings of breasts and air-conditioning-provoked erect nipples of any females nearby or walking to the toilet.

Robbie pretended he was looking out of the opposite window. He was actually looking at how squished the fat daughter was against the window by her fatter mum trying not to let too much of her left arse cheek and thigh hang over the edge of her seat into the aisle. He glanced at her belly rolls, then back to her overhanging arse and thigh. He glanced at her large breasts, held in a natural hanging position by a soft bra so they rested on the top roll of her flabby midriff... then back to where her oh-so-chunky thigh spilled into the aisle just a few feet from him. He glanced up to her fat neck, chin, cheeks, lips and then, momentarily, into her eyes...

...then felt a huge stab of embarrassment and arousal as the fat, sexy, forty four year old mother winked at him, looked down, directly, at the large erection trying to force its way through his trousers, licked her top lip absentmindedly, smiled warmly at him then looked away to rummage in a carrier bag to produce a packet of crisps each for herself and her two children.

The front sections of the coach had filled up a fair bit by now. Most people were settled into their seats, eating, drinking, talking to their neighbours or on their mobiles, starting to snooze or read.

The driver stood next to his seat, frowning at a passenger list, then looking through the windscreen towards the departure gate. He shrugged and sat down, pressing a button on the dash, which produced a hissing noise from the door as it began to close.

"Hold on mate!" the man behind the driver said suddenly, "There''s a girl running from the next gate, see?"

"Oh yeah. Cheers! Nearly went without her!" exclaimed the driver, adding under his breath, "Dozy fat cow!" He opened the door again and checked the girl''s ticket after she''d bounded up the steps, apologising and panting in equal measure.

Clutching a cloth satchel and two carrier bags, the girl, who looked like a student, around eighteen years old and over eighteen stone, walked down the aisle. Sweat was pouring from her forehead and there were damp patches around her underarms and under her gigantic, pendulous breasts. She jiggled and wobbled past passengers who were hurriedly placing bags and coats on the seats next to them so that she wouldn''t sit, red-faced, out of breath and perspiring profusely, by them.

"Hold tight!" came the driver''s voice as the coach belatedly lunged into action.

The young student had almost made her way to the remaining back seat which the huge, sulking, red-haired mum wasn''t covering nor trying to prevent the girl sitting in. When the coach started it reversed immediately over a drain cover in the boarding bay, causing the bus to bounce and the passengers to exclaim, "Woah!" and cling to their seats. The cute, knackered student was flung to the floor, sprawling between Robbie and the fat family. She landed heavily on her carrier bags, her sweaty t-shirt unceremoniously hoiked up, caught on the arm of Robbie''s seat to show off her bare midriff. Her dark grey, knee-length skirt rode up, momentarily, to give a glimpse of baby-pink cotton panties and sweaty, brown-stained inner thighs, before the smily, concerned mum the other side of the aisle pulled the hem smartly down and began helping her with her bags.

Robbie''s girlfriend nudged him and squeezed his left buttock hard.

"Help the girl up!" she ordered.

Robbie knelt up in his seat and leaned down to grip the girl, gently, by her fleshy upper arm and help her to her feet. Her fat, uncovered belly brushed against his face before she had a chance to pull her t-shirt back over it and, as the girl apologised and blushed more, his girlfriend noticed a tiny, tiny damp patch forming at the tip of his cock-bulge.

"Hey grab her satchel for her. Bend down!" she said to him as he stood up to help more, half-heartedly attempting to cover his erection with one hand.

"Yes Emma." said Robbie, meekly. He bent down to pick the thing up for the student girl and felt two hands on his arse!.. one was Emma''s, gripping hard for a moment, controllingly and possessively... the other belonged to the friendly mum of the fat family. She looked at Emma, smiling as she lightly smacked Robbie''s arse twice.

"I''m sorry, my love, it''s just so cute and right next to me!" She and Emma both giggled and exchanged the knowing looks of confident, older women.

"Oh don''t apologise, hun," smiled Emma. She leaned across the aisle, over a now-seated Robbie, to speak quietly to the woman. "I saw you notice how hard he was getting looking at you and your daughter... it''s only fair for me to share him a bit on a long journey!" she grinned and held out her hand, "I''m Emma by the way."

"Susan." said the woman, taking Emma''s hand and shaking it.

They both sat back in their seats, smiling.

Robbie felt conspired against. His cock grew even harder.

Ten minutes into the journey everyone was settled down and the coach had reached a main road before the motorway. The moody, ultrafat Karen, taking up several seats with her huge bottom and mammoth thighs, was now chatting to the cute young student. Karen thought this girl would be good with her son and intended trying to fix them up later in the journey.

The girl, whose name was Kirsty, was still sweating and red-faced but a lot happier now. she''d never noticed a man get hard from seeing her fatness until today and had found it arousing and fascinating. she was half listening to Karen talk and half daydreaming about having that man with the erection giving her her first oral whilst she snogged his girlfriend and...

"These seats are really uncomfortable!" stated Karen, loudly, as the coach rumbled onto the motorway. The driver was keeping right against the hard shoulder and the back of the coach was suddenly a mass of rippling, bouncing, flabby, shaking, fat flesh as all five fat females were jiggled about by the uneven road.

Emma and Susan both looked at Robbie and exchanged glances again. The boy was trying to appear nonchalant, while mesmerised, looking from one bouncing fat-chick to another, finding his eyes especially drawn to the massive Karen in the back seat, whose entire body seemed to be alive with ripples and wobbles as she whinged to Kirsty about needing a cushion. Kirsty''s incredible tits were jumping about, all but hitting her cute, round chin as she snapped out of her dirty daydream and agreed with Karen.

"Hmm..." began Emma, speaking to Susan so that all of the fat women at the back of the coach could hear, "I wonder how we could all be more comfortable on this journey. Maybe if there was some kind of long, cushiony thing we could all take it in turns to sit on, on the back seat..?"

"Yes!" replied Susan, "I see where you''re going with this. Could it be something that we could also keep ourselves amused with?" she asked.

The two women both looked at Robbie, shamelessly eyeing him up and down, as if they were both hungry and he was a piece of meat in a butcher''s window. He needed more room in his jeans again. Emma nodded to Susan and began stroking Robbie''s cock through his jeans, holding the hard shaft between her thumb and forefinger and scratching the head with her nails. He gasped softly.

"Mhmm... definitely something we can use for enjoyment on the journey, as well as comfort for our arses." As she answered she heard Robbie gasp again and give a tiny moan, which he changed to a clearing of his throat.

"What do you think Claire?" Susan turned to her daughter who''d been listening to the two fat women. She noticed Claire''s throat and cleavage were flushed and the girl was watching Emma''s hand moving on Robbie''s stiffness.

"I think, " Claire said, "You two need to make room for me when you''re getting comfy on this thing!" She smiled at Robbie who was now gawping again.

"Erm... Emma..." he began, shaking his head, "I don''t... don''t think you should be doing that to me in public." He looked at her uncertainly.

She smiled and moved her face next to his, starting to kiss him. He responded, helplessly, breathing hard, overwhelmed with the mix of trepidation and desire he felt. As they kissed, he suddenly felt pain in his balls. Emma had squeezed them, grabbing them hard for a couple of seconds. She let go and reached up to grab him by the hair, pulling his mouth from hers as she told him, "Don''t question me. Ever!"

The other four fat women were all watching this. They looked at each other then back to the helpless man and his power-wielding, fat, older girlfriend. then they all laughed and nodded to each other. This really was going to be an awesome coach journey!

Part two follows below..........

BellyGirlUK · « **Reply #1 on:** July 19, 2008, 10:02:28 AM »

Chapter 2

"I think we need a little more privacy." Emma stood up as she said this, pushing past Robbie as he sat, obediently, in his seat. She laughed heartily when the coach chose that moment to lurch, throwing her backwards suddenly so that Robbie''s head was pinned to the headrest momentarily by her wide, shapely arse. The other women all sniggered or giggled.

Emma peered around the seats in front. Karen''s stroppy son was now a sleeping son, the music and the motorway having sent him off to dreamland. Susan''s son was slouched across both seats his side, semi-curled up, apparently asleep beneath his shades. Emma reasoned that if he wasn''t asleep he obviously didn''t mind what his mum and sister did (she wondered, briefly, if he''d watched them in the past) so he was OK too.

"Don''t move!" Robbie''s woman looked serious as she pointed at him and gave the order. She winked at Susan. "Just off to chat to the driver."

Smiling, she sidled up the aisle towards the front, apologising or just grinning more every time her arse rubbed against a sleeping shoulder, arm or even head. She crouched down next to the driver and began earnestly talking at him. He nodded almost imediately. He kept on nodding until she gave him a little peck on the cheek and gave a thumbs-up sign towards the fat-section.

She got back to her bit of the aisle and unhooked a curtain tie from each side-wall of the coach, then drew a thick, lined partition curtain across. This action effectively separated the almost-fearful Robbie and five fat girls from the rest of the passengers.

"OK you can stand up now darling." Emma placed her hands under his arms and pulled him to a standing position. He had one hand over his crotch but she pushed it aside, kissing him on the cheek.

"No, put your hands behind your head. Give all the girls a good view of your body before they get comfy on the back seat."

He did as he was told, falteringly, looking at her with wide eyes.

"Good boy!" she praised him and undid the button and zip of his jeans.

Susan and Claire both went, "Mmmm!" at the same time. There was a small, wet patch on the front of his, now exposed, pale blue briefs and his engorged cock was straining at the material, its tip just visible above the waistband.

Robbie found his voice and protested, "I know you''re stronger than me but you just can''t... oww!" He yelped as Emma''s hand came down hard on his arse.

Just then, the coach was filled with music from a digital radio station. Some indie track drowned out Robbie''s appeals to Emma''s better nature as she put her face in front of his and reminded him, "Do not question my actions!"

"Will he do anything?" asked Susan.

Emma grinned and looked at him. "Strip!" she commanded.

Robbie looked indignant for a second, then looked round at five very eager, very fat faces and bent over to undo the laces of his trainers. He felt hands tugging at his jeans, pulling them down to his knees, making him wobble on his feet til he could balance like that. He looked over his shoulder and saw the huge Karen filling the aisle behind him.

"So this is gonna make me more comfortable, huh?" She pointed at Robbie. "It''s got a great little body; I can think of plenty to get it to do when the road''s smoother too!"

Emma, Susan and Claire laughed. As Robbie struggled to remove his trainers and socks, Emma lifted one of her legs over his head so that his neck was held firmly between two chunky, fat thighs. Susan took the opportunity to reach underneath his bent form as he fell to his hands and knees.

"You don''t mind do you?" she looked enquiringly at Emma.

"Oh no, no... be my guest. Just don''t damage him. Y''know... he''s useful and I quite like his bits!" Emma laughed as Susan''s hand moved beneath the semi-prone boy. Judging by her arm-movements and from a couple of noises coming from the head trapped by her thighs, Emma reckoned Susan was feeling his cock, rubbing it a couple of times, sizing it up, appraising it. then it was obvious that she was weighing his balls in her hand, then squeezing each in turn through the fabric of his pants. He may as well have been an animal at market, thought Emma.

Karen was looking gleefully at the small, round buttocks in front of her. She started massaging them, her big, fat, clumsy hands kneading the little arse as she licked her lips. She smacked him a couple of times. Cries, muffled by Emma''s thighs, came from Robbie''s mouth. Karen hooked a fat finger into each side of his briefs and yanked them down to his knees, above the jeans. She looked at the half-naked boy on the floor and spanked him sharply on each bare buttock. He cried out again.

"Those were for disobeying your mistress earlier!" she told him and nodded to Emma who smiled back her comradely thanks.

Robbie was beginning to struggle a bit. His arse, cock and balls were now exposed and he was unable to see whether or not any of the fat women were about to touch, fondle or grope him.

"Let''s move him back a bit." suggested Emma, "There''s more room on the floor there, plus the whole quadruple seat... and the other girl can''t see or use him, bless!"

Karen grabbed Robbie''s little waist and dragged him backwards. Emma released his neck from between her thighs and pushed him in the direction that he was being pulled by the fatter woman. Susan and Claire left their seats and stood over him, helping Emma to remove the rest of his clothes as Karen and a giggling, young Kirsty jostled with him, grabbing him around his tummy and holding his free limbs until he was naked, hard and a little bruised, lying at their feet, looking up at five fat women who all wanted to use him.

Kirsty spoke up ''Look, his cock''s leaking!'' There were a few ''mmm!''s from the other women and Susan said, ''Lovely cock!'' which provoked several jiggles as the women nodded. They were all still looking down at him, though Kirsty couldn''t help crouching down, giving him a great view of her enormous cleavage, to wipe the drip of precum from the tip of his cock and lick it from her finger. He made a little whimpering sound and Karen nudged his side with her trainer. He looked offended.

''OK then! Let''s see if he''s as good a seat as he should be.'' Emma said.

''Y''know I''ve always wanted to sit on a man, even just sit on a man''s lap but I''d love to be all over him, using all my weight. Always been too scared though.'' revealed Claire.

Kirsty nodded. ''Me too.'' she told Claire.

''Well you two girls are in for a treat!'' smiled Emma, watching as Karen and Susan pulled Robbie to his feet, then pushed him down on the back seat. ''You can sit anywhere on him, with as much weight as you want. Just let him breathe every now and then if you remember.''

''Sweeet!'' said Kirsty. She looked at Claire. ''Do you think we can take our panties off before stifling him?'' The two of them giggled then turned to see what was happening to Robbie.

As he looked up, trying to wriggle free from the strong grip of two determined middle-aged fat chicks, Robbie felt the breath violently forced from his lungs and the world went dark. Karen had nonchalantly plonked herself down, all four hundred pounds of her, on Robbie''s upturned face! He''d barely had time to see the massive, wobbling arse descend and he''d definitely not had a chance to draw breath.

He struggled.

His slim, naked body writhed and twisted as he attempted to find access to air, any air, even just for a moment.

The coach caused Karen to bounce heavily on Robbie''s face and he found he couldn''t move his head at all due to the fact that her buttocks had it pinned in place, forcing his nose, chin and mouth into her sweaty, smelly arse-crack.

His struggling increased.

So Susan sat on his legs.

The effect of this was that he couldn''t even writhe for air now. A combined weight of six hundred and fifty five pounds, no air and the movement of the coach on an uneven road surface meant Robbie was trapped. He was also hard as rock and dribbling precum. As Karen graciously shifted one huge, flabby buttock to the side to allow him a tiny airway, Kirsty knelt next to the back seat, took a deep breath and engulfed his cock with her mouth and throat, bobbing her head up and down three times then standing up again and giggling.

Robbie was naked, exposed, pinned down and being used and, he thought with a surge of panic mixed with extreme horniness, abused. And all this by more fat women than could even get their chubby hands or big, round arses on him at once, due to the confines of the back of the bus!

Karen lifted her bulk from his face for a second so Robbie took the opportunity to fill his lungs with air. Just in time... as the coach drove over a small pothole and Karen fell back down with huge force onto her human seat cushion. One of her arse-cheeks covered his face and the other his chest. He was almost completely winded but groaned into the fleshy bottom as Kirsty, who''d stood up to lick his precum from her lips, fell forwards and ended up on her knees again with her big, heavy breasts squashing his cock and balls and one hand supporting some of her weight on his tummy.

''Those are fantastic boobies, my dear!'' Susan told Kirsty, from her position seated on Robbie''s thighs, knees and upper shins.

Pushing herself up again using the hand on the stifled man''s stomach, Kirsty blushed, smiled and thanked Susan. Emma and Claire, who were watching Robbie being used as a cushion both made appreciative noises as they glanced at Kirsty''s breasts which appeared to be trying to escape from the v-neck of her t-shirt.

Karen let Robbie draw a couple of breaths, holding onto the seat in front of her so that her arse was poised a couple of inches from his red, damp face. His entire vision was taken up by her huge bottom.

''Y... you mean bitches!'' he gasped.

All five women laughed and Susan copied Emma''s earlier tactic by suddenly reaching to her right and squeezing one of Robbie''s balls hard. The boy closed his eyes and yelped at the pain.

''Mmm... that ought to teach the naughty little thing.'' said Emma. She squeezed past Kirsty and their boobs and bellies rubbed together. Both the older woman''s and the younger girl''s faces flushed slightly as their fat bodies accidentally stimulated each other''s downwards-pointing nipples.

''Ohh!'' they both exclaimed, a little lustily. Pausing on her way to sit on Robbie for a bit, Emma found herself looking into Kirsty''s eyes and having the look returned. It just seemed natural to kiss... so the last thing Robbie saw as Karen lifted herself up another foot and sat down hard on his face again was his fat, sexy girlfriend and the cute, huge-boobed student move into a tentative kiss, each slowly moving a hand up to cup the other''s breasts and squeeze gently.

Robbie was plunged into the damp, musky, dark world of Karen''s massive arse again. He''d saved air this time but what he''d just caught a glimpse of, coupled with the weight on his legs, face and chest was making his cock twitch.

Obligingly, Susan grabbed his erection and started to wank him. She watched the two fat chicks kiss and grope each other for a few seconds then chuckled as her daughter commented, ''Get a room!'' and chuckled herself.

Feeling Robbie struggle underneath her and feeling his long, hard cock in her hand, were really turning her on. She stood up.

Karen chose this moment to shift her bulk from his face again and Robbie, looking crumpled, miffed, but hugely aroused sat up.

Part 3 follows below.........

BellyGirlUK · « **Reply #2 on:** July 19, 2008, 10:06:13 AM »

Chapter 3

"Stay boy!" Emma commanded, breaking from the kiss with Kirsty.

Robbie stayed still.

The kissing resumed.

Susan, without warning, grasped the hem of her vest-top and lifted it above her head, over and off, dropping it on top of Robbie''s callously discarded clothes. Robbie looked backwards and forwards between his girlfriend, who was pinching another girl''s nipples through a thin t-shirt and the bra-covered, saggy breasts next to his face.

"Undo me would you?"

Robbie didn''t have to be asked twice. He undid the triple fastening of Susan''s black, soft bra, noticing the folds and rolls of her back and sides before she turned to face him again. He felt a big hand grab his cock and another his left buttock and was forced to let Karen do anything she wanted with him as Susan straddled his legs, facing him, and let her boobs cascade onto his forehead and over his face as she dropped the bra to the floor.

Leaning forwards, Susan pinned Robbie''s head to the back of the seat, her soft, hanging breasts squishing against his features and her belly rolls pressing up under his chin and against his chest and torso.

Blind again, it was impossible for him not to reach out to his right to squeeze and stroke the huge, leggings-clad thigh of the woman wanking him beneath Susan''s belly. He also reached around Susan, gripping her arse whilst pushing his tongue into her cleavage.

Both women stopped what they were doing and he found himself roughly pushed face down across the back seats. Susan sat on his back and began to remove her jeans and shoes, bending forwards so Robbie, now looking to the side, could see her big, round, sexy arse stretching the fabric of some very flimsy black panties.

He felt sudden, stinging slaps on his exposed arse. Karen was sitting on his legs and feet, her immense weight preventing him from moving away from her hand, which spanked each of his little arsecheeks in turn, over and over, making the skin go pink, then red, then redder.

The painful slaps stopped as suddenly as they''d begun. The fat women, one now naked bar flimsy knickers, rolled him over and pushed him, bodily, off the seat and onto the floor in a sitting position. Pain hit him again as his sore buttocks hit the carpet but he didn''t have much time to register this; Susan forced his head backwards onto the seat and sat down on this newly-positioned cushion, her legs apart and the very wet gusset of her panties pressing hard against his mouth.

"Pull my panties to the side and pleasure me. You''re an entertainment seat after all!" she told him.

Robbie, a mixed bundle of pain and near-to-bursting arousal, did as he was told. He pulled the wet gusset aside and found the fat pussy lips with his tongue. Susan moaned a little. Parting the lips with his fingertips Robbie probed delicately, his tongue finding a swollen, juicy, slightly protruding clit which caused Susan to moan louder and a trickle of juice to run over his tongue.

Moving his right hand slowly down towards his crotch, Robbie was about to play with himself. He really really needed to cum!

His own hand was slapped away and he felt a small, fat hand grip his cock and another stroke and gently squeeze his balls. Emma began moving her hand up and down, wanking her man expertly, more slowly than he wanted at this moment but he couldn''t and wouldn''t protest.

As his tongue flicked and encircled the dripping Susan''s clit her thighs clenched and unclenched, squeezing his face between their soft, flabby fatness.

Susan lifted herself up, removing her wet pussy and fat arse from his face.

"Awww!" protested Robbie but shut up when he saw Claire and Kirsty, both topless, their young, stretchmarked, round and hanging bellies falling over the top of jeans and skirt, kissing each other passionately and stroking each other''s sexy, fat bodies. Emma, in only her underwear, was kneeling astride his shins, still wanking him, watching his face as he saw the two girls. Karen was sitting in the double seats previously occupied by himself and Emma, watching him being wanked. She covered both seats and spilled over the edge.

Before he could protest... or cum... Emma pulled him towards her, grabbing his waist. He slid forwards so that his head was only just on the edge of the back seatnow and he was so agog at seeing her pull her own panties to the side and straddle his hips that he didn''t breathe in a lungful of air before Susan ground her fat arse down onto his face and ordered him to clean her arsehole, clean it good!

Robbie couldn''t breathe. He thrust his tongue up, hard, between Susan''s self-spread, fat and shapely arsecheeks and into her sweaty arsehole. As he did this he felt his girlfriend''s great, wobbly tummy press down on his little body and her burning hot, slippery, wet pussy slide down his cock.

Instinctively he thrust his hips upwards, fucking the nasty bitch who''d let these women use him with their fat bodies. He was sooo her slut and she was his sexy, powerful, wonderful Mistress!

Susan prodded his chin with her fingertips as she moved them, frantically, over her clit. As Robbie wriggled his strained and trapped tongue in her arse, she bucked and produced a gush of cum, almost breaking his neck, squeezing his face hard between powerful thighs. Emma bounced heavily on him. He didn''t know how to get breath. His cock was about to explode up his Mistress while his tongue was rammed up another fat woman''s arse and her cum dripped down his chin.

"Well cum for me then you fucking slut!" he heard his Mistress'' command, muffled through the excess fat of Susan''s inner thighs.

He felt the huge hands of Karen reach between his thighs and squeeze his balls harder than he''d ever felt before and shot his load, in torrents, up into his Mistress, almost passing out from relief and lack of oxygen. His cock, tongue, arse and balls hurt as he came hard, thrusting upwards to impale the fat, sweaty, amazing woman who was now orgasming around his twitching cock.

Susan rolled sideways off him, her fat belly spilling over the front of the seat she''d rolled onto. Emma fell forwards onto Robbie, their sweat mixing and her body hindering his lungs'' attempts to reclaim essential air. They slipped down together so he was flat on his back and her big, soft body pinned him there.

Both twitching and shuddering, both panting, they looked into each other''s eyes.

"You fucking slut!" said Emma and kissed Robbie hard... then very, very sweetly.

I hope you enjoyed the trip so far... watch this space for more of the journey if you''d like to come along for the ride.

x BGUK x

darrians_rock · « **Reply #3 on:** July 19, 2008, 12:57:13 PM »

Fantastic, are you stealing fantasies from my mind he he! cant wait to read more BGUK, hope we dont have to wait too long

grez · « **Reply #4 on:** July 20, 2008, 01:55:54 PM »

wow what an absolutely fantastic story - very well written - thanks!

dan199 · « **Reply #5 on:** July 23, 2008, 03:37:08 PM »

This is the story only dreams are made of I wish I could happen to me in reality, please hurry with chapter 4

BellyGirlUK · « **Reply #6 on:** July 27, 2008, 08:07:52 AM »

Quote from: darrians_rock on July 19, 2008, 12:57:13 PM

Fantastic, are you stealing fantasies from my mind he he! cant wait to read more BGUK, hope we dont have to wait too long

Thank you darrians_rock! Hmm I may well be delving into your mind and stealing your fantasies... but how would you prevent me? Hah! :p

I''ll be writing over the next few days Thanks again xxx

Secretchick · « **Reply #7 on:** July 30, 2008, 10:28:20 AM »

great story thanks for sharing

Secretchick

BellyGirlUK · « **Reply #8 on:** July 31, 2008, 09:32:23 AM »

Quote from: grez on July 20, 2008, 01:55:54 PM

wow what an absolutely fantastic story - very well written - thanks!

Thank *you* Grez for the appreciation. It''s always nice to get a wow! x

BellyGirlUK · « **Reply #9 on:** July 31, 2008, 09:34:59 AM »

Quote from: dan199 on July 23, 2008, 03:37:08 PM

This is the story only dreams are made of I wish I could happen to me in reality, please hurry with chapter 4

Well Dan, keep having those kind of dreams!
Chapter 4''s in production, as it were [grins] x

BellyGirlUK · « **Reply #10 on:** July 31, 2008, 09:36:38 AM »

Quote from: Secretchick on July 30, 2008, 10:28:20 AM

great story thanks for sharing

Secretchick

Thanks for the compliment and for reading, Secretchick x

volupfan · « **Reply #11 on:** July 31, 2008, 10:04:19 PM »

Quote from: BellyGirlUK on July 31, 2008, 09:34:59 AM

Well Dan, keep having those kind of dreams!
Chapter 4''''s in production, as it were [grins] x

SWEET -- I bet I am not the only one hoping this is one very long bus ride ... lmao

great story!

volupfan

dan199 · « **Reply #12 on:** August 25, 2008, 04:24:52 AM »

Hi BellyGirlUK is chapter 4 nearly ready im desperatley waiting to find out what happens next

darrians_rock · « **Reply #13 on:** August 25, 2008, 07:25:23 AM »

I've heard on the grapevine that chapter 4 ( a kind of interim bit of the story) is ready, and chapter 5 is being written at the moment. Bellygirl should be posting very soon

BellyGirlUK · « **Reply #14 on:** August 25, 2008, 10:31:47 AM »

Chapter 4 gives us time to think before the next passengers embark upon the journey

In case you see this without the rest of the story so far it's pretty niche with a huge smattering of Domme BBW behaviour and full-weight shinannigans

Parts 5 and 6 are both semi-complete now but my muse has been flitting around a little from event to event in random order [grins]... they'll be finished soon! Thanks again for your kewl comments Enjoy, hopefully...

There was hardly any time allowed for recovery, Robbie discovered, for him at least, however exhausted he may be after his enforced orgasm (not to mention having been deprived of air, dragged and pushed about, nastily slapped and squeezed, forced to give oral pleasure, sat on, bounced upon and fallen on)! He was still required as a more-than-utilitarian seat cover. He also accurately read the hungry expressions of Claire and Kirsty as meaning that they would require at least several orgasms each before the journey finished, some of them provided by him!

Robbie flinched as his sensitive, post-orgasmic cock was grabbed, albeit more gently than it could have been, by Karen, once more.

"Shift your little arse now boy!" she commanded.

The grip became less gantle and he realised that the very big woman was using his dick as a handle with which to manoevre him into position on the back seats once again.

To spare himself more discomfort in the region of his sensitive member, Robbie complied, standing up a little shakily and still more than a little wet from his own and his girlfriend's sweat. As he felt himself pushed, callously, onto the seating, he thought briefly that it smelled of woman. His nostrils were filled with pungence as his face was pressed against the upholstery by pudgy fingers. Then he realised that it was his face that smelled of woman and not the fabric covering the seat. Though the fibres of the upholstery were, indeed, slightly spiky from the combined effect of pressure and moisture where Karen had sat earlier, the scent invading his consciousness currently was a mixture of Susan's arse and Susan's pussy!

Without warning his realisation was interrupted by his sticky nose and chin being flattened against the seat. The shock of suddenly finding himself without oxygen in his lungs made him flail about with his arms and try to push the new weight off his head and shoulders.

Karen was kind; she was going to be generous with her temporary travel-cushion. After all, it was Emma's generosity that had enabled a potentially boring and uncomfortable journey to be transformed into something rather more interesting. She did like a woman who shared. So she held the struggling Robbie down, firmly, by the small of his back whilst a flushed and giggling Kirsty plonked herself down on his bottom and legs, mirroring the red-faced, mirthful Claire who'd wedged Robbie's head against the end seat with her buttocks.

Knowing the boy couldn't move from his position now, Karen let go of his back, turned around and attempted to squeeze herself between the two girls in order to sit upon Robbie's back. Kirsty was instantly pushed to the side by the sheer amount of Karen's spreading flesh! She giggled more as she was buffeted to her left, only one of her arse-cheeks still on top of the man-cushion, now covering his calves and feet. Claire was squished a little herself as Karen's bulk settled on top of most of Robbie's legs and body, leaving Claire to wriggle half on and half above the head and shoulders she'd been squashing into the seat just now.

At least Robbie could get a fifth of a lungful of air every twenty seconds or so!

The constant suspension-enhanced movements of the coach ensured that the young man was mercilessly pummeled by the three fat women. Their behinds jiggled and jostled with each other for space on their comfy furnishing without relenting in their pressure nor their separate, persistent bounces. Robbie could not decide, he decided, whether this was heaven or hell! As his lungs screamed out for air and he felt the three fat bottoms support their owners' weight fully and simultaneously on his person, he almost drifted into unconsciousness with the thought that it was hellish heavenly...

...and then the coach stopped.

No air. Then air. Robbie's chest heaved as all of the weightiness was lifted from him by the coach's momentum, his body automatically grasping for all the air it could find, leaving him gasping. Then this blissful, if ragged, breathing was brought to an abrupt halt by the two girls and the older woman falling, as one, back onto him with the weight of physics on their side. For what seemed like an eternity but was, in reality, only a few seconds, the slim boy apparently disappeared beneath female flesh and was squashed with full force. Muscles, bones, skin, facial features, vital organs, sex organ, all were flattened into the bus-seats. Not wishing to be responsible for Emma losing her plaything the three fat fallees all stood up as soon as gravity allowed them to do so. Robbie lay still, apart from his once-again heaving chest, smiling in a way his brain told him was just plain perverted but smiling nonetheless.

As near-death experiences went, this one was probably not that near ...but definitely would figure, evocatively, in his future petits morts* when he was wanking alone!

*Yeah OK that was a poncey reference to the French for orgasm which, literally, translates as 'little death'. Forgive me! xx

BellyGirlUK · « **Reply #15 on:** August 25, 2008, 10:39:50 AM »

By the way, thank you volupfan and dan (again xx) for wanting more... the next two chapters are already longer than this interim one and each has Robbie carried on (or under ) the whim of more, eager, forthright, fat women x Thanks from my muse and me for your patience... though I would, of course, expect nothing less

Oh and thanks to Darrians for conveying grapevine news ...good boy.

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