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BBW stepmothers revenge

Part 1

It was the last straw. Harold had finally decided to leave her, and it was all down to that prat - his son. After Harold's wife left him, Marjorie fell in love and they moved in together. There was one big problem, his son, Sean. Sean had never liked Marjorie because of her size and he used every opportunity to drive her away. Despite being 21 and having moved out, he was still tha apple of his fathers eye. Finally he had persuaded Harold that Marjorie, at 20 stone and 6 foot tall, was not suitably demure, petite ot easy to control. And Harold had eventually given in, choosing his son over her.

Marjorie was not at all pleased. Instead of feeling sorry for herself, however, she decided she would take a nasty revenge on Sean. He had always made fun of her huge ass, pretending it smelt (how juvenile!) and when he discovered that she was size 22 and that her ass was over 50 inches around, he told everyone, humiliating Marjorie. Now she planned to humiliate him.

Her preparations were thorough. They simply involved wearing the same panties, day in, day out, and at night, for a week. And not taking any showers. Incredibly, the thought of what she was going to do made her very horny, and wearing the same underwear constantly served to remind her, which, constantly kept her excited and damp. And of course, this made her panties smell even stronger. She had selected an especially sad pair of grey cotton panties. After toying with silk she decided that the less appealing she looked - and stained grey cotton panties definitely wouldnt appeal to Sean - the better.

The day came that Harold was due go away for a business trip. Marjorie knew that the house would be empty except for Sean. She sat in her own lounge, anxiously sitting and getting herself mentally ready, persuading herself to go over and do it. She knew that Sean would be home around 7pm, and at 8pm she thought of going. 9pm - could she really do it? 10pm she should go now! 11pm How could she do that? Finally at midnight she got into the car, and parked outside Harold's. She could see the lounge light on, and she watched and waited. At almost 2am, the lounge light switched off (probably watching porno movies, that brat, she thought!) and a while later the bedroom light was switched off too. Her excitement was tremendous. She had always been ladylike, and this kind of thing was most unlike her. But she was angry as anything and wanted revenge.

She sneaked into the house, opening and closing the door quietly. She tiptoed up to Seans room and looked over at him in the bed, sleeping. She let her skirt fall to the ground and felt more excitement. Rubbing herself gently, she watched Sean, still trying to make up her mind.

And then, unbelievably (to her) she wandered over to the bed, turned herself round, and stood at the side of the bed with her ass looming large over Seans head.

Oh! She suddenly thought she might need something to restrain Sean. Luckily, she knew exactly what to do, and went over to his wardrobe, where she borrowed a couple of thick leather belts. Then almost without thinking, she moved back to the bed, sat down heavily on Seans face, and reached down to grab both his wrists.

Of course, he woke up suddenly, not knowing what was happening except that there was some huge weight crushing his head back deep into the pillow - and into the bed! He couldnt move or turn, and someone was trying to grip his wrists. And he struggled! But for all his struggles, and with the element of surprise, he soon found his wrists, and then his ankles, securely fastened.

Now was the time for the fun to begin!

Marjorie couldnt believe that she was sitting on Seans face! She was sitting sideways, having just tied his wrists together and the leaning down to tie another belt around his ankles. How he tried to struggle! But she had no real difficulty.

Now was the hard part. She wanted to humiliate the little bastard, and incredibly was sitting on his face now. But she was scared to get up. How will he shout? She didnt know if she could cope! She sat, thinking, but not realising the effect that her huge ass was having on Sean right at this moment! Not having sat on somebody's face before, it didnt really occur to her that not only could he not breathe, but her 20st solid weight was really compressing and crushing Seans head painfully. She did notice his struggles weakening, and with a sudden realisation jumped off his face!

As soon as she did, her resolve hardened again. Endless spiteful nasty phrases poured out of Seans mouth and straight into Marjorie's heart, about her size, her relationship with Harold, her life, and how she smelled! Hurt to the very bone, any sympathy, empathy, or gentleness she might have felt was extinguished. Leaving only the desire to hurt and humiliate Sean, and avenge herself.

"Shut up, you little twerp!" she announced. But - not realising his true predicament, he said "shut it yourself fatass! Untie me now - do as I say!" Her reaction was to straddle his chest and kneel with her feet either side of his face. "Get off me bitch!" He shouted - unwisely. She leaned back slightly, and at the same time switched on the bedside lamp. Sean was immediately treated to the sight of her soft, grey and very stained panties inches from his face. He also suddenly noticed the smell! How did it escape him?

She leaned back further so that the material was against his nose. "Fuck you!" he tried to snort, and turned his head to the side. Marjorie wanted this to be especially 'special' and gripped his head with her hand, forcing him to look straight up. She manouvered her feet into position, and painfully crushed the balls of her bare heels against his cheeks, now trapping him into facing up. Then, ignoring his shouts, she very slowly leaned back, savouring the feeling of his face approaching. She could feel the heat from his skin, and then the tip of his nose! She waited there a few moments in her own world, imagining how much Sean must be hating this.

"Sean, do you have anything to say to me?" she asked, expecting this to be enough for him to apologise. "What the fuck! Get off! You stink! Get your fat a...."
That was a mistake. She leaned back, feeling his face press between her buttocks. Then she pressed back slightly harder, squashing his face into her soft ass. Not yet satisfied, she sat down even more, compressing him deeper. The anger welled up in her, and she sat her 20 stone frame fully back on his face.

Her imagination was working overtime! The feelings moving through her surprised her completely. She noticed the sweat on her thighs, then realised that it was also her moisture that was actually running out and down towards her ass, and Sean's chin.

Oh! Air! With a jump she lifted off. That was great, but could it be better? She reached back and pulled her buttocks apart. Then - very slowly - she sat back again. Her full weight around little Sean's face. She then squeezed her buttocks around that little bastard's head. They almost reached round his ears! The rest of him was crushed into the bed. He could hardly be seen. This was fantastic!

She leaned back and concentrated on that feeling. Such power! The control! She knew this was going to be a long night!

Marjorie was glad the house backed onto quiet woodland. It was one of the things she had always liked. And now, she liked it more as it meant there would be nobody around to hear Seans shouts whenever she lifted her heavy ass from his face.

After her initial fright about suffocating Sean, she was now becoming less nervous and considerably meaner. After all, theres no better way to punish someone! She began to think how to make it even more exciting.

So far, she had simply spent the best part of 20 minutes sitting back on Sean with her full weight, sometimes spreading her voluminous buttocks around his face, confidently crushing him for short periods with her now very wet panties. Up and down again. Back, lean back a bit more, wait and then hear his gasps.

She stood up. Walking to the end of the bed, she pulled Seans feet so that he was now halfway down the bed. Now she had plenty of room. This would be good, she thought! She straddled Sean, this time facing away from his feet and moved slowly up his body. Eventually (for she was moving very slowly on purpose to see Seans now timid eyes) she was in position, with her thighs around his head. She slammed them together hard and squeezed, looking at Seans squashed face. Then she lifted up and leaned forwards, her large stomach now hiding Seans features from her. Never mind, she thought. She adjusted her position and sat down slowly, feeling his nose press into her wet grey panties. The thrill already!

She happily spent the next 20 minutes just grinding her very wet womanhood into Seans face. But now it was time to remove the panties. She had to slide her feet forwards and lean back to do this, making her buttocks hang down over Seans face. It wasnââ,¬â,,¢t intentional, but she heard his moan ââ,¬Å"Noooooââ,¬Â. It hadnââ,¬â,,¢t even occurred to her, and she imagined how her massive ass must look from this angle above Sean. How exciting!

Very slowly, she lowered her buttocks down around his face. This time it was different, deep and slow, her soft buttocks touching the sides of his face, then yielding to it and gently moving around holding him in place. With her feet in front of her, she didnââ,¬â,,¢t realise that her weight was already crushing and smothering Sean. She hadnââ,¬â,,¢t even begun to shift her weight onto him and sit properly, which was her plan. The downward motion of her ass very slowly continued ââ,¬â€œ she liked the delay, the excitement and the intrepidation.

She began to settle her buttocks around his face. Still leaning back on her hands, she sat forwards slightly and became aware that her buttocks were touching the bed ââ,¬â€œ Seans head was squashed right into the middle of the soft mattress. Sitting up further, the weight on Sean increased dramatically as she lifted her hands. To complete the position, she stretched her legs out.

After releasing Sean from her ass prison for air, and then sitting on his face like this again several times, Marjorie laid back and spread her buttocks around his face. Then she took the opportunity to pleasure herself while Sean was trapped helplessly so deep between her buttocks.

But what was this? Leaning back, she suddenly realised that Sean had an erection! Well ââ,¬â€œ he wasnââ,¬â,,¢t supposed to be enjoying himself at all. Turning around, she sat facing his feet and sat down heavily again. She leaned forwards and gave his balls a nasty squeeze. And again. She had a good idea. She sat back on his face, happy in the knowledge that her 20st frame was punishing him despite his erection, stretched out her legs and started to crush his balls very hard with her feet. She couldnââ,¬â,,¢t hear a sound from him but he was feeling every moment. His head was compressed and crushed into the mattress under her. His balls ached painfully. He could feel her wriggling. Although he felt subdued, he felt anger. He was desperate to escape and to punish her.

But there was absolutely nothing he could do.

Sitting on Sean's face, Marjorie began to feel an immense release of anger. The routine of giving him air was tiresome, but she felt it was worth it. His humiliation was far from complete.

She sat back against the headboard of the bed. Her legs were stretched out on top of Sean, her thick thighs pressing heavily into him. She had always thought of her buttocks as large and soft, but sitting on Sean's face just now, she realised without any doubt the power they had. Although she appreciated how her weight - especially sitting back like this, luxuriant - must be crushing him heavily, she was not aware of how hard and strong her buttocks felt to Sean. Every time she sat back, her buttocks would gently spread around his face. The sweat, mixed with her juices, and some of Seans saliva when he gasped and tried to breathe, allowed his face to slide up between those huge heavy globes which comfortably (for her) gripped him. Quietly and efficiently the all at once crushed him downwards, gripped the sides of his face and head, promoted a powerful side crushing pressure on either side of his face too. Although the pillow and mattress felt soft to the touch, his head pressed so deep into them under her 20 stones exerted strong pressure on the back of his head. The pillow was wrapped tight under him. The whole effect was that his trapped head was being firmly crushed all around, heavily and powerfully. To Sean, it felt ongoing, each millisecond was like more pressure pounding around him. In fact, and this is how it felt to Marjorie, it was completely still and relaxed, involving no effort from her at all.

And then she would sit up. Sometimes slowly, sometimes quickly. Each time, it amused her that Seans head would remain held by her buttocks when she lifted up, and suddenly pop out then Sean would heave in a breath. Then she'd slowly and royally sit back again, all so easily and so relaxingly. But tiresome to have to give him air!

Thinking about it, the fact that his face was pressed so deeply into her ass that she would lift his head as she lifted up turned her on incredibly. It was a perfect illustration of her power. It took no effort on her part at all, her buttocks actually gripped his head strongly enough that he would be trapped in there. She didn't own his face. Her large, soft, friendly ass did. Her large stomach, breasts, thick thighs and arms, all over big 20 stone body merely served its part in ensuring that the ass could crush Sean as it ate him. That was it - her ass was eating his face. Mmmmmmm, the power. She could feel it to her core.

She wanted to lie back and pleasure herself. In fact, she wanted a man inside her. But there was only Sean.

She turned around wanting to lie back on him, but realised that his head was too near the headboard. She was going to pull him down the bed again, but had a better idea.

Turning around she lay flat on him, with her legs in the air against the headboard. She pressed her feet onto her face, lifted herself up. From this angle she got to see Seans compressed face being pressed downwards. Not as satisfying as her ass though, so she moved forwards. Once again her buttocks hung down, revealing several inches of depth to Sean. Lying flat back on him, already crushing him with her body so that he could not breathe, she spread her buttocks wide, and wondered how that must look to him, looming over him with inevitability. She waited there, trying to decide. Down slow first? Or quick? She moved her ass down very slowly, listening to Sean whimpering. Good - he was looking. And he had worked out not to speak.

Settling her buttocks around his head again, she moved her hand to her crotch and allowed her several moments of fun. It came up within her surprisingly quickly, and lasted for longer than she expected. Involuntarily she arched her back and lifted her ass up, and as she felt Seans face still jammed in there lift up to, then suddenly pop out, she came again. It was totally unexpected and again without thinking, her ass slammed down hard on Seans now battered face. He wasn't expecting it either and it took him by surprise. She lay there for almost too long, smothering Sean for longer than she had before. She needed something inside her, now. There was only one option.

She sat up, bringing her legs back beside her, with her womanhood on Seans face. She turned around, and moved down, sinking Seans disappointingly average but rock hard erection inside her. She leaned back, and saw her panties on the dresser. Good, she thought, Sean can wear them on his face while I ride him.

She placed the panties on his face, and started to ride him hard. Wanting more leverage, she leaned back and put her hands on his face too, pushing him down into the pillow to lift herself up. Then she sat straight up, and would lift up high, then slam down hard. She imagined shrinking Sean, and placing him between her buttocks. Then putting on her tight lycra shorts, and then going for a long cycle ride forever. With a tiny Sean being owned wholly by her buttocks, and crushed entirely into her ass. As she turned around, she imagined wearing him there forever. To help her ride him, she leaned back and put her feet on his face. As she fantasised about a tiny trapped Sean, she continued crushing his face with her big feet, then slamming down on his penis, almost winding him. She didnt care to ride him gently.

Her fantasy moved on. She thought of lying back on his face while her dream lover pounded her on the beach. She thought of her lovers balls sliding over Seans face as she was made love to slowly. This time she knew that it was going to come, she was going to orgasm in style.

But poor Sean could not help himself. All of a sudden, he brought Marjorie back to planet earth, with a moan to remind her that she was riding the little bastard, he suddenly came. He spurted and spurted inside her - she could feel it all flooding in, and then she felt him soften. Her disappointment was crushing, she had been anticipating the greatest orgasm of her life.

She lifted off Sean, and still looking for her orgasm, moved up. Her big heavy thighs around his head. Then her hand gripping round the back of his head.

She slammed his face up into her crotch, hard. His nose sank immediately into her and she ground her clitoris on his forehead. He was in hell, not only smothering and being crushed but suffering the humiliation of his own semen being spread over his face. Her pussy was nasty and wet, and he wanted to gag. She pressed down and ground herself against his face. He didn't offer his tongue but Marjorie didnt feel that she needed it now. Pressing down and continuing to grind, she felt it approaching.

The best things come to those who wait, and Marjorie knew that this would take time to build. She had plenty of time, and Sean really wasnt going to be leaving soon.

When it came she screamed. Her orgasm didn't creep up on her, instead it filled her bones and exploded through her. Sean was showered in her juices and his. It was almost like she was pissing but it was thick and coated his face, and his hair.

All she wanted to do now was relax. She didnt have the energy to move Sean, so she just turned around, and sat her ass down on his face. Stretching her legs out, she sat back so Seans mouth stuck out below her pussy. She leaned back against the headboard and instantly fell into a deep sleep.

For the next hour or so, until Seans alarm clock went off and woke her, she slept.

She didn't need to think about crushing Seans face with her ass. After all, it owned him and not her. And while she slept, she knew that it would happily continue to eat him. Her large buttocks spread around his face, gripping him tight, crushing him, and making sure he could not leave.

Although she could not see him, her large stomach obscuring the view, she could feel all the juices from her womanhood running down from her, and she smiled, knowing that Sean would be well fed tonight.

(The next day... to be continued?)

She awoke with a start to a loud alarm. What? Where am I thought Marjorie. She was sitting upright still, and it all came back to her. She had a good reminder - Sean's face was wedged tightly in her ass.

He was still breathing, which was good, she thought. But her ass ached. For almost 2 hours she had been fast asleep, sitting heavily with Seans face wedging her buttocks apart. It had been a heavy, and long night. Very heavy for Sean, she thought with a smirk. She could smell herself, and normally she would have had a shower. She brought her stiff legs back, and lifted up. Sean's face seemed glued in her ass. In fact, it was crusted into place by their dried juices. She really needed a shower, but noticed that Seans alarm was set later than hers at home would be. She didnt think she'd be here so long, and she had to go to work.

Lifting right up, Sean fell out of her ass. That was the best way to describe it. Her very meaty buttocks seemed to grip him incredibly, not wanting to let go. She swung her legs over the side of the bed, and sat on Sean's face. He was awake - had he been awake all night, she wondered? His eyes were filled with contempt. But now it was all over.

"You motherfucking bitch, I'll get you, you're so for it. I'm going to sue! You'll never see Harold again! You'll lose your job!" This was only the beginning of Sean's tirade.

Without thinking much, Marjorie simply shuffled down and sat sideways fullweight on Sean's face. This time his head was turned to the side. She didn't care, he still got the message. Facing up or not, 20 stone of angry woman is still plenty enough to crush one little Sean. He might be strong, but tied up firmly and under her, he was not persuasive. She stood up and he started off again. "You - I'll get you!"

She sat down again. Was he stupid? Still, she would be late for work. That bloody hot factory, sitting all day packing lightbulbs into boxes. When she was with Harold, talking of setting up together, he said that she could give up work. And this little weed under her immense ass had stopped it. Well, she had a plan.

Standing up again, she waited for Sean to complain. But he didn't. She announced that she was going to work but would be back later. She didn't offer to untie him. In fact, the went into Harold's bedroom and helped herself to some of his ties. Best secure Sean thoroughly, so that she could come back later. By the time she was finished, Sean was securely bound to the bed, and unable to move a muscle. Good work, she thought.

Time for a shower. In fact, she changed her mind. If she was coming back later, it might be better if she didn't shower. She was surprised to feel a thrill run up her spine at the thought.

She noticed her panties on the floor. They were now stained and still wet. But they smelled strong. She wondered whether to wear them again but instead wrapped them around Sean's face.

"Sean, I'll be back in a few hours. Would you be a darling and wait here, and when I come back I'll continue. I want you to think about how you can help me and Harold get back together. And if the panties are not still on your face by the time I return, there will be big trouble." She said it all as if she was talking to a child, not a 21 year old. He had been reduced to the level of a child though.

She dressed and let herself out. She couldn't believe the night she had had. New Marjorie. She felt powerful, a real sense of control over men. After all, if she could reduce a muscular, if small, 21 year old to nothing but something to stick up her ass and wrap he buttocks around - someone supposedly at his peak - then surely there could me no man superior to her?

She got into the car, thinking about Sean spending the whole day inside her panties. How he would love that - not! She felt young, energised, and alive.

Driving to work, she could feel her moistness. This was crazy. It felt good, but she couldn't spend the rest of her life in such excitement, could she?

She got to work, and took her usual stool on the production line. No surprises, it was already cooking in the place. She would be sweaty today. What a shame for little Sean! She could hardly wait.

Her stool felt like it was being sucked up between her buttocks. Occassionally she would spread her buttocks and concentrate on crushing it. Imagine if it was Sean's face. She imagined relaxing, stretching out her legs after a long day, sitting back and watching tv. What would be on? Maybe a film! She knew what would be on - her ass would be on... Seans face. She felt the excitement again.

But a niggling problem kept creeping into her mind. How would she shut the little creep up? He could sue her, tell everybody, maybe ruin her future chances with Harold.

She was still milling over the problem at lunchtime. She had been at work 4 hours. That was 4 hours of Sean, tied up, waiting. In fear? Plotting? Who would believe him?

She bumped into Ivor. Little creep too. Are all men like that? Recently divorced. Smelly, overweight, ugly, beardy. Strong as an ox, he was one of the storemen used to moving heavy boxes. A little lightbulb came on in her head. Ivor had always tried it on with her. He was in his 50s and deeply unattractive, but she could tell he was experienced from his younger days. She remembered now why he had been divorced - he had been caught cheating on his wife. With another man. She knew that Ivor was absolutely desparate. She winked at him and smiled.

At the end of the long, hot and hard day, she unpeeled herself from the stool and prepared to leave. She knew that her sex could be smelled a mile off, but anyway she made sure to bump into Ivor. It didn;t take much persuading to get him into the car.

She told him about her little friend, and what she planned to do tonight. In fact, Ivor thought this was all a story but it made him very horny. But the idea of a big sexy Marjorie AND a small tied up Sean was to say the least tremendously appealing.

Marjorie made one stop on the way home - to pick up her camera. It was time to set her special plan in motion.

A plan that she hoped would get her and Harold back together, but also guarantee her the feeling of Seans face between her buttocks as often as she liked for ever.

It didn't take long for Marjorie and Ivor to reach the house. Marjorie was practically trembling in anticipation. Sean had been tied to the bed all day, her filthy panties on his face, tired and sore from the night before. Marjorie was sweaty - especially between her buttocks, she noticed - and desparately needed a shower. She felt strong with her new found sense of power over men. She could own anyone. Ivor, too, was lusty with excitement. He wanted to shower. Although Marjorie had told them that she had a 21 year old student tied to the bed, and that she was going to sit on his face, he didn't believe it. Instead, he knew (or thought he knew!) that Marjorie wanted his body. Although 55, he was fit and healthy. Carrying packing boxes around all day, he was extremely powerful. When Marjorie stopped to pick up a camera, his excitement doubled. He assumed she must fancy him like mad. It didn't occur to him for a second that she thought he was ugly, smelly or overweight. And that beard!

She led him into the house, both ready for anything. In the kitchen, she planned to force him against the wall, kiss him passionately, and start downstairs before moving up to Seans room. But when she went to shove him against the wall, she was shocked that with his power, stature and bulk he scarcely moved. Could she not control him so easily? Instead, he rammed her against the wall and pressed himself into her. She was taken aback by the force he summoned - it was incredible. She felt amazingly turned on, this might even be fun!

However she pushed him away, making an excuse to nip upstairs. She wanted a moment with Sean first.

She was pleased to see him, still tied to the bed. He was fast asleep, but somehow the panties were off the bed, and not around his face. She was not pleased. The best way, of course, to wake him up - as she discovered last night - is simply to wander over to him, turn around, and take a seat on his face. Sideways, her buttocks still happily enveloped his little head, spreading around his chin and forehead, and squeezing everywhere in between. She stretched out her legs. She could feel him struggling underneath her, and said "not a sound, or else".

After a few moments, she lifted up, and Sean was about to shout at her. But as soon as she heard his voice, she sat down again. It was a very simple strategy really. She smiled at the thought of it.

After a few sits, Sean got the idea, and she was able to stand up. She grinned at him. His face was almost purple, and something looked wrong about it. His nose? His eyes? She noticed some dried blood on his lip, and wondered for a moment where it came from.

"I've a friend downstairs, and we're going to have some fun" she announced. "Don't say anything. If you cause any trouble, you will suffer and I mean that. Not like before. I mean really suffer".

As if to prove her point, she straddled his chest, and looking towards his feet, simply fell back onto his face. Crush! Inside Seans head he felt a tremendous BOOM that was all encompassing. And then that crushing pressure again, all round. Those buttocks - how could he escape them?

Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Marjorie paused for a moment, considering what to do, and sat back heavily. "Come in here, stud".

Ivor was undressed to his pants. She was glad she was sitting when she saw his body, as she would have become weak at the knees. She quickly changed her opinion from overweight and middle aged to an appreciation of immense power, a tower of strength. His arms were so thick. His chest, his thighs. They simply looked majestic to her. He had a big belly, and as her eyes travelled down, she traced the line of his penis in his pants. That couldn't be, she thought.

She lifted up from Sean, and demonstrated how her buttocks gripped and owned his little face. Then she sat back down again, and spread her legs wide apart, rubbing herself for Ivor. He watched her - he could see her buttocks wrapped around the sides of Seans face. He wanted to be inside her now as much as she wanted him.

It took him less than a second to whip his pants off completely, and stand to attention for Marjorie. She balked at his size. For not only was he built as a tower of strength, as ladies often comment in the bathroom at parties "he was huge". He really was, and Marjorie wondered if he might be too large even for her. In just a few moments, she was about to find out.

But first, she leaned back and spread her buttocks wide around Sean, ensuring that his mouth was exposed. She thought this might take a while. Ivor climbed onto her and pressed himself against her. For a moment she froze in fear at his size, but with great power in his hips, he slowly pressed himself in to her. Pushing down, he slid his huge penis over Seans face and deep into Marjorie. Her fears were unfounded and she opened for him, easily swallowing his immense width. She pictured those large balls resting on Seans mouth when Ivor was right inside her, and felt a tremor already.

As Ivor slowly pulled out, he pressed his whole body down onto Marjorie, crushing her. She could feel his muscles, and felt powerless to resist. This was control. The incredible weight of their combined bodies, all crushing down on Sean's face, flashed through her mind. As Ivor pushed back inside her, she concentrated on the feeling of his great penis spreading her wide, while it slid over Seans face and into her.

For several minutes Ivor slowly and powerfully thrust in and out of Marjorie. He was so relaxed, but so powerful, she was quivering uncontrollably. As she felt the first orgasm rise up in her, she knew she had found a new peak - she was being dominated by this amazing man, and in turn she was crushing poor Sean. The effect was multiplied for him - Marjorie felt that she was passing on Ivors domination of her, sexually, directly to Sean. Her buttocks felt alive and electric - an entity in themselves, eating, controlling and owning Sean. She howled in pleasure.

She wanted this to last forever. How many times in one week does someobody experience something new that they want to last forever? Marjorie contemplated how and remembered about her plan.

She pushed Ivor off her. She whispered into his ear and fetched the camera. A moment later she returned and was delighted to see Ivor straddling Seans face, looking down at him. To say Sean looked terrified would be an understatement. She felt a touch of sympathy for him at this moment. Leaning down to his ear, she whispered (instead of announcing as was the plan):
"Look how powerful he is. And look at that erection. Now just go along with this, and smile for the camera. I mean it. If you don't my friend here will pound your ass into oblivion and split you wide. Smile if you understand".

To Sean, this was no minor threat. He forced a smile.

Marjorie snapped away, taking pictures as 'evidence'. One of Ivors huge cock against Seans face - balls below his chin, thick head above Seans forehead. Another with those huge balls resting in Seans open mouth. As a nice touch, Marjorie persuaded Sean to stick out his tongue as if he was licking those balls in enjoyment. A photo of Sean with his tongue probing Ivors ass.

She instructed Sean to lift his head and willingly put the tip of Ivors penis in his mouth. Remembering the threat, Sean complied. He didn't notice the evil glint in Ivors eyes. Straddling Seans face, Ivor put his massive hands against the back of Seans head and pressed. Although the pressure was gentle, it was unstopable and immense to Sean. In a few seconds that great penis was at the back of his mouth, and he began to gag and try to pull away. Marjorie watched in fascination as Ivor made his cock disappear down Seans throat. The look in Seans eyes - one of pure fear and pain - reminded her that she wanted him in her ass. She didn;t really want to subject him to this, and she could tell that Ivor wouldnt hesitate to fuck his virgin throat hard. She wanted to feel that penis inside her, she wanted him to cum in her, while Sean suffered underneath.

In fact, it took next to no persuasion for Ivor. Putting down the camera, she simply climbed onto the bed. Without any hesitation, Ivor released Sean, choking and gagging, and spitting out thick saliva. She gently pushed his face back using her buttocks.

Then she let her ass take over again. She pressed back gently, and the buttocks parted and swallowed. Sean felt his whole being surrounded and enveloped. As she leaned back and stretched out her legs, that all to familiar weight descended upon him and again compressed his head almost into oblivion.

Then he felt the weight double and that gooey thick penis sliding over his chin and into Marjorie. And the thick fat hairy balls.

For the next 30 minutes, as Ivor powerfully thrust into Marjorie, Sean's humiliation was raised to new heights. He had become little more than a cushion for Marjorie, not even that. He didn't realise how much she now valued him, or rather his face in her ass, or how it contributed to the waves of orgasm that continued until the moment when Ivor majestically delivered his triumphant squirts into her.

He pulled his slime coated penis from her, and pressed it into Seans mouth. He simply grunted "clean it" and Sean was too terrified to hesitate. Even softening, it was easily larger and thicker than Seans.

Marjorie didn't move. She was happy for her plentiful juices, mixed with Ivors copious semen, to ooze out and into Seans mouth.

It was definitely time to eat. And poor Sean hadn't eaten all day. With Ivors help, they untied Sean from the bed. With no apparent effort, Ivor picked up the 21 year old and carried him downstairs. Marjorie followed with some of Seans best ties. They placed him on the floor and secured him to the front of a soft chair, arms and legs tightly tied in place.

First, though, she made Sean some dinner, and sitting on a chair in front of him, fed it to him. She fed most of it by spoon as if Sean was a small child. He was too scared to speak and just accepted everything that was happening.

Before she sat down to feed him she prepared desert. She grabbed a chocolate bar from the cupboard, unwrapped it, and pressed it in between her buttocks. She knew that in there it would be hot and sweaty. Her deep ass happily accepted the chocolate, knowing it would only be temporary. Just as it spread around Seans face, it consumed the chocolate. When she sat down, it obligingly squeezed it tight, slowly melting it with her heat.

Once she had finished spoon feeding little Sean, she asked if he would like desert. His eyes flickered - this sounded like something nice. A treat! Marjorie stood up and Sean assumed that she was going to get him something. Instead she just turned around and leant forward against the table. She slowly backed up towards his face. Her buttocks yielded gently and he sensed the chocolate smell, but it was faint and overcome by her ass aroma.

"Make sure that theres not one brown mark there, or Ivor will have some fun with you when I go out!" Sean needed no persuasion. To help him, Marjorie spread her buttocks wide, and he licked and ate hungrily. Then, when she felt that he had done a fairly good job, she leaned back slowly.

Seans head was forced back into the chair - now he realised why he had been tied in this odd position. Her buttocks slowly but unrelentingly pressed back, and again around his face. As she sat back, her buttocks again spread around and enveloped him wholly. He thought he was used to it, but as she stretched out her legs and leaned back against the backrest, the increase in pressure shocked him. The chair was not soft and yielding like his mattress upstairs.

By now, Marjorie had learnt to sit back while allowing Sean to breathe, his mouth exposed. It was so much easier - she could relax, and she had no doubts that this was still incredibly humiliating.

Ivor appeared. He had been showering, and now wanted to go. He asked if he could pop in later. So Marjorie ate dinner alone, and very slowly. She was sure that this chair was more comfortable than usual. With a warm feeling, she thought of her ass eating Seans face, holding him firmly all round, and owning him, while she ate her food.

After dinner, she untied Sean from the chair and dragged him into the lounge. He had resigned himself by now, but with his arms and legs still bound, he was helpless.

She placed him in the comfy armchair in front of the TV. Rather, she placed his face on the chair. She manouvered the footstool into position, grabbed the remote, and took a seat. In her favourite position, on her favourite chair. Once again, she sat herself down, with those heavy buttocks happily spreading around and taking control of Seans whole being. She leaned back into the chair, stretched her legs out on the footstool, and began to wonder what she could do tomorrow.

She dozed off. It was that dream again. In it, she dreamt that she could shrink Sean. She had a small toy to play with. Only about 8 inches tall. In this dream, he was malleable and unburstable. She tested him by placing him in her shoe and then sliding her foot over him. She leaned all her weight onto that one foot then checked him - he was fine. She let him slide forwards and gripped his face in her sweaty toes, scrunching them and crushing him. When she checked him he was fine. Finally she turned him around and put his head right under her feel, then she leaned back on that foot.

Satisfied, as before she placed him between her buttocks. She pressed him in deep, squeezing her cheeks together. Then she dressed - panties, then tights. Then lycra leggings. Then jean dungarees. As she climbed onto her bicycle, in her dream she pictured little Sean being compressed so immensely under that 20 stone weight on the saddle. She saw how her buttocks spread around the saddle, forcing Sean so deep.

But when she went to remove him, he had vanished. Her ass had eaten her little toy.

She awoke with a start. Had the film finished?

With much relief, Marjorie checked Sean. Yes, yes was still there in one piece. His face was still pressed deep between her voluminous buttocks.

Life, she decided, was good, and it was going to improve. She could persuade Sean to do anything now, especially as she had some incriminating photos. Marjorie considered her new future with Harold and Sean. Her new seat forever.

It had been a good few of weeks for Marjorie. She had been very persuasive on Sean, who had let Harold know how sorry he was that Marjorie had left. Now they were almost ready to move back in together.

Harold was particularly pleased that Marjorie was having lunch with Sean a couple of times a week. He felt that the bonding would be good for them. He didn't realise that Marjorie was having lunch.... on Sean, who had become used to and accepted his position. Marjorie didn't even need to tie him, but she sometimes did anyway just to remind him who was boss.

So each Monday and Thursday Marjorie would meet up with Sean at her place. Immediately he would slink under the table, and put his face back on the chair, waiting for Marjorie to finish making lunch. When she had prepared her expansive spread (she had a big appetite to match her size!) she'd just sit down on his face as if he wasn't there. Generally for these lunchtime head crushings (Sean didn;t think of it as facesitting because her 20stone weight compressed his head deep between her expansive buttocks) she would wear cotton jogging bottoms. Despite the material, her buttocks still managed to wrap around his face and hold him powerfully, only this time it pulled accross his nose and crushed it more painfully.

Still, Marjorie didn't mind. She had become immensely fond of sitting royally on her seat. She was the keeper of the ass and had to make sure that it was well fed. By now she understood that her huge weight really crushed Sean. However she had become so used to sitting on his face that she didn't think twice about it.

For 2 nights every week Harold was away. This is where Marjorie really had fun. For those 2 nights, Sean would spend hours under Marjorie's ass, gripped deep between her buttocks. She had learned a good trick. Before sitting on Sean, she'd lubricate his face with some vaseline. Then when she sat down, her soft buttocks would just open and spread around Sean's face, as if eating him. She didn't need to spread her buttocks with her hands. And it meant that she could slide forwards and back if she wanted to have some extra fun.

There was one thing bothering her though - Ivor. Sometimes he'd join them in the evenings. At first it had been really exciting, as Ivor stretched her imagination. That was when she hated Sean. Now she liked him more as a seat, she was happy to sit on him for hours but didn't want to do Ivor's evil things. Plus she wanted rid of Ivor and just have her Harold.

At first when Ivor had come round they had basically had sex in every position possible with Seans face wedged in her buttocks or against her crotch as Ivor thrust his enormous penis into her. She knew that Ivor enjoyed belittling Sean this way, occassionally choking him with that huge penis.

Once Ivor had persuaded her to sit on put Sean over the edge of the bed and sit on his back, crushing him helplessly into the bed. Then Ivor had penetrated Sean deeply and powerfully. Marjorie was a little frightened by the glint in Ivor's eyes, plus the sight of his huge biceps as he gripped Sean's waist.

Another time Ivor had appeared with an enormous strap on, and persuaded Marjorie to take Sean with it. At the time she was immensely turned on, but this is when she began to feel a little sorry for Sean.

The final straw really came when Ivor appeared with a very nasty German video. In it a group of very fat women were shitting on some small men they had tied up. Marjorie was overawed by the sight of these huge women then sitting on the mens faces, or forcing them to eat right from those huge asses which were easily larger than Marjorie's. Somehow Ivor had made Marjorie very horny watching the video, and she took very little persuasion to tie Sean to the bath taps. She couldn't bring herself to shit right on his face, so instead her huge soft turds landed on Seans chest. At that point, Ivor gripped the back of Seans head and forced it in between Marjorie's buttocks, smearing brown over Seans face. Marjorie leaned back and crushed Sean into a shit prison, her hefty buttocks around the sides of his face, holding him there.

The next morning was when Marjorie began to feel sorry for Sean, and she vowed not to humiliate and abuse him again in that way.

By that afternoon she was sitting on his face, reading, and waiting for her friend May to come round for lunch.
Marjorie had worked with May at the factory - she had been May's mentor. May was only 18 and was quite slim, and so much fun.

She had carefully planned the seating. She had tied Sean to the chair at the back of the table and put a long tablecloth so Sean couldn't be seen. She was wearing a medium length skirt but no panties, and was dripping with excitement at the thought.

May arrived at noon, and took a seat in the kitchen while Marjorie finished making lunch. May was a terrible chit chat and could talk for hours on any subject. She was the biggest gossip Marjorie had ever met.

Lunch was served and Marjorie slowly took a seat, pushing her skirt back revealing her huge buttocks to Sean. Then she relaxed and stretched out her legs, and chatted to May.

And chatted...

And chatted!

May would not stop talking about everything under the sun. This was turning into a marathon facecrush for Sean. Those enormous buttocks seemed to get heavier and heavier as Marjorie sat having a nice time chatting to May. His face was completely entombed and enveloped inside Marjorie. She had taken the precaution of lubricating Seans face again, so when she sat down those soft buttocks really spread around him.

Sean felt that surely it was time that May should go? Today Marjorie had tied him to the chair, and he could not move a muscle. She was resting her feet on his crotch, crushing his balls. He could not move her but the pain was becoming unbearable.

Eventually he let out a cough, hoping that only Marjorie would hear. Unfortuately, for that brief moment, May stopped chatting for the first time and heard the sound too.

Marjorie had to think quickly. Would she let on. What would May do? Would she join in? Would Marjorie have to 'subdue' little May as well?

The seconds ticked by. Marjorie could feel every heartbeat. She felt Sean's face so deeply held between her buttocks. She felt the heat of Seans face trapped in her ass. She also suddenly realised that if she stood up - having sat for so long - that when Sean's head eventually popped free from her tightly gripping ass, not only would he groan involuntarily, but May would hear his head hit the seat.

Marjorie was frozen on Seans face. All sorts of thoughts were running through her head. Her friend May - sweet little May - had heard Sean cough under the table.

It had seemed such a good idea to have lunch with May and secretly be sitting on Seans face throughout. But Marjorie hadnt banked on May being such a chatterbox and talking for over an hour. By this time Sean was desperate for the crushing weight gripping his head all round to give him a break - even for just a few moments. Because Marjorie had smeared some vaseline on Seans face, her buttocks had slid neatly around his face and were gripping him deeply, almost to his ears. Her 20 stone frame, concentrated on Seans little head, compressed him almost into oblivion. By now she was experienced enough to sit back and let him breathe.

May peered around the table, lifting the tablecloth. Her eyes visibly bulged when she saw Seans legs. What were they doing there? She followed the body to Marjories buttocks. What? Surely not! May couldn't believe what she was seeing. Big Marjorie, with that huge ass, sitting on someone? Right on their face? That was sooo nasty! In her 18 years, May had never seen anything like that at all. It must be something older women get into, she thought.

She could see the worried glint in Marjorie's eyes, but did not grasp the full extent of those worried thoughts. Instead she stood up and walked over, and peered down for a closer look. Those huge buttocks were wrapped right around this guys face! They looked so fat and full with a face in there. A whole person! And Marjorie was so big. May could see that the head was forced into the little cushion on the chair, against the wood. Did that not hurt? Marjorie had been there all day. Was it that good? What did it feel like to sit like that, without a care, on somebody's face? Obviously he liked it, she thought. He hadn't pushed her off - then she noticed that Seans hands and ankles were tied. Ahhh! Thats why! It didn't occur to her that even untied, Sean could never move Marjorie in a million years - he wouldn't even be able to persuade her buttock off him an inch.

Marjorie wanted to leave, to hide for a moment. With May watching closely, she stood up. May was amazed at the way those buttocks gripped the face as Marjorie rose. Sean was so deeply embedded that his face was trapped firmly in there. Even with the vaseline, those heavy strong buttocks held tight and then as Marjorie rose further, suddenly Seans face popped free and fell back onto the chair with a bang - his neck muscles too pained for him to stop.

As he lay there dazed, Marjorie left the kitchen without saying anything. May continued to study Sean's face. After a few minutes, when Marjorie had still not returned, May began to feel a little bit naughty. She imagined sitting on that face. Why not? She couldn't do any harm! The opposite of Marjorie in every way, she was petite at 7 stones, and only 5 feet tall. She wouldn;t hurt him. Anyway, if Marjorie could do it, she definitely wouldn't crush him!

She stepped over the chair, and held up her skirt giving Sean a view of her red silk panties. His vision was returning, and this sight was certainly a tonic after Marjorie. He felt stirrings of excitement as those little buttocks moved backwards.

May felt the touch of his face, and continued to lean back. Then she felt his nose pressing into her panties. She sat down properly. Because she was so small, her legs barely reached the ground so she sat back. Her petite frame positioned nicely on Sean's face.

Sean got rather a shock. Despite her small size, she was still pressing heavily enough onto his face for her panties to hurt his nose. She hadn't thought to give him any air and he was surprised that he was unable to shake her off.

May sat, oblivious, rather enjoying the sensation of owning Sean. Then she heard the steps, and quickly jumped off. Marjorie was returning.

"Well, I don't know what to say" mumbed Marjorie as she came back in and saw May sitting innocently back on her own seat. "He likes it, its a fun experience for him". There was an awkward silence.

May examined Marjories large frame. She had big, wide feet, stocky ankles and thick thighs. Her hips and ass flared wide up to a solid waist and heavy stomach. She had largeish breasts but in proportion with that size. Her arms were big and looked strong. May began to wonder what it would be like having that impressive stature sitting on her face.

In fact, she slid down to the floor and sat in front of her chair. She didn't imagine for a second the totality of that crushing weight. She simply imagined that she could push Marjorie off when she had had enough.

As a not-very-subtle hint, she put her head back on the chair. Marjorie was dumbstruck. Why would May do that? It was the last thing she expected. But why not? If May wanted her to sit down, why shouldn't she?

"Are you sure?" asked Marjorie. May let out a breath, almost a groan. She hadn't realised how excited this was making her.

"I want you to squash me and not get off! I want to feel what he felt under you for the last hour! What its like!"

Marjorie wasn't sure and said she'd sit for 30 seconds and get up. But naive May said that wouldnt be necessary.

Carefully, Marjorie moved over to May's seat. The view up was awesome. Part of May shuddered at the size of those buttocks. Each was easily bigger than her head. She wondered if Marjorie's leg was heavier than herself.

Then Marjorie sat down very slowly. May felt the buttocks touch her face. They began to press her down against the chair. She began to sense their power. The pressure increased crushing her head. She felt the heat, and the smell, approaching. May tried to turn her head, but she realised that she was trapped in something immense. The buttocks - very slowly - began to slide around her face. They were still lubricated with vaseline from Seans face.

She felt those meaty buttocks open up but they seemed to be trying to stay together. It was like they were not meant to part. They exerted tremendous pressure centrally - on either side of May's face. Yet the weight and pressure increased.

Little did May realise that Marjorie was barely sitting yet.

The compression seemed to increase exponentially. Those huge buttocks effortlessly swallowed May's face. They splurged wide around that little head as Marjorie began to sit back. May began to realise that she had made a big miscalculation. This was not effortless and fun for her! It was not enjoyable at all.

Marjorie was almost sitting right down. She was surprised how incredible it felt to be sitting on such a small woman. So much smaller than Sean! Total control. She felt her buttocks eat May's whole head this time - right around those ears. She felt May pressing her hands gently against her buttocks, pounding a little to widen them apart and eat her further. She stretched her legs out and relaxed completely, sitting back.

Except May was not asking for more. She was employing every ounce of strength to lift Marjorie's massive buttocks from her face. The pressure all round was unbelievable. A hot sweaty prison had encompassed her whole being and it felt like a whole truck weight - an entire building - a whole planet - had been planted there.

She tried to push Marjorie off, expecting that flesh to yield and that weight to move. It felt like concrete. Her strongest urges couldn't move those buttocks one inch. Not one milimeter. She was entirely powerless to lift Marjorie.

Marjorie hadn't sat back enough to let May breathe, so she lifted up. May's little head was wedged right between her buttocks. Amazingly, as she stood further up, May's head didn't fall free. She stood right up and May remained trapped. She was so small and light, Marjorie was almost lifting her up just with the awesome pressure of those immense buttocks. What a hoot! How much fun was this!

But realising May was struggling for air, she reached back and freed her. May was exhausted, wasted, crushed, dumbstruck, dazed, and quiet. And Marjorie was elated, excited, thrilled by the feeling of pure power. This was 100 times what she had felt with Sean.

She decided that she would have some real fun, and picked up little May, to carry her to the bedroom...