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QuoteIt had been a hell of an evening. Marie had decided she wanted to pull tonight, and had been dancing with Graeme for hours. In between, they had spent time kissing and touching. She liked his body - big and strong. He liked hers - busty and curvy. They both knew what would be happening later.

But Graeme kept drinking. And drinking more. By throwing out time, he could hardly stand. They couldn''t get a taxi, and it was raining. They were soaked through to the skin and started to walk. She was hardly dressed for it, in her short skirt and light t-shirt. Graeme was exhausted, and the evening was turning into a disaster. After 20 minutes they were in the middle of nowhere, crossing an empty industrial estate. It would be another hour before they reached the flat. She was still upbeat, but Graeme had had enough. He sat down on the ground, leaning back against a factory wall.

"Get up, you lazy git!" she shouted at him, jokingly. She didn''t expect the response.
"Fuck off you fat cow" he slurred.

She couldn''t believe it - her desires were switching off like a light.
"Come on, Graeme, lets go."

"I said piss off, thunderthighs. I''m staying here".

She shouted back at him now. "Thunderthighs? Take it back, apologise now."

"Kiss my ass" he replied. "And fuck off. Take your flabby behind and go that way". He tried to lift his hand to point, but was too drunk.

It hit a nerve. She was quite touchy about her size 18 figure. She was tall, and had long legs that she liked to show off, even if her thighs were quite thick. She couldn''t deny that her bottom was big - wide and soft. And although it (usually) did the trick, she was still vulnerable to comments about it.

"I''m warning you, Graeme. Now get up and lets go. I''m not walking back on my own, and I need to get home and sit down. So come on!"

He slurred "oh fuck off" as he drifted off to sleep. She was furious now. His words were ringing in her ears. ''Kiss my ass'' - how dare he.

She stood over him for a moment. She couldn''t walk back on her own - she was as drunk as him and needed his support. Her anger rose into a blind fury. She wanted to kick him, hard. She wobbled just at the thought. She needed to sit down.

Then she had an idea. It was so simple, so perfect. Combine some punishment with a seat. Punishment from her ''flabby behind''. The tiniest voice in her was trying to say ''you cant do that! its too naughty. You''re too heavy. You weigh 18 stones! You''ll squash him flat'' but at the same time her anger, and her desire to punish him came to the fore.

She pulled her skirt and panties down and stood in front of him. She turned away and wiggled her bottom inches from his face. He was snoozing, his hands resting on the ground. She trapped his wrists under her shoes - the space between the heel and the front snugly fitting over his wrists. Then she leaned back a little, and felt the top of his head. She reached back with one hand, leaning back slightly and supporting herself against the wall. With her other hand she reached back to his head and pulled his face up, pulling his hair.

She heard him mutter "huh" as she leaned back heavily, pressing down slightly with her weight. Her buttocks met his face and she pressed back hard. They glided around his face easily, opening up to envelope him in their meaty grip, lubricated by her sweat from dancing and from the walk.

For the briefest moment she thought ''ewwww! thats disgusting'' before her wanton desire took over again, and she leaned her weight heavily back now, bending her knees and transferring her weight onto Graeme''s face.

His head was squashed deep in between her buttocks, but his chin was sticking out and she could hear him complaining and moaning. ''Serves him right'' she thought, leaning back a bit more. She began to relax her weight down now. His head had been forced back and was jammed facing up as she began to use him as a chair.

He was struggling but his wrists were solidly pinned. He pulled and pushed hard, frantically trying to escape, but her weight solidly held him. He wasn''t quite sure what was happening, but he knew that his head was painfully bent back and was being crushed down against his body, and was being squeezed and squashed inside the sweaty, meaty flesh. He couldn''t see anything and breathing was hard. Then it lifted and a the wide fleshy buttocks appeared in front of him. He tried to move his head away as they came back down again, but with a deft flick to the side his head was rolled round so that his face was directly against the wide meaty cleft between those big buttocks. And then the pressure started again as they opened and slid around his face. His head was again firmly gripped as the pressure increased, both crushing his head and painfully bending his neck back. His eyes were sealed shut, and this time his mouth was firmly muffled by the soft flesh. He couldn''t move and couldn''t breathe, couldn''t see, and the pain was almost unbearable.

His brain kicked into action and he realised that she was using his face as a seat. He couldn''t believe how solid she was, how much power she possessed to hurt and crush him with. She bounced up and down, lifting herself and crashing her weight down. The pain in his neck was electric, red hot burning as his head was bent back so far. And he was so humiliated, trapped here like this. As she sat back more heavily now, the pain and pressure increased dramatically and unexpectedly for Graeme. He still couldn''t breathe, and was panicking, pushing and pulling, trying frantically to move. He could only kick his legs a bit but she paid no attention. Then she lifted off and stood up. This time she stepped back, squashing his face between her bottom and the wall. She pressed back harder, crushing him into the wall. Again, those big sweaty buttocks parted slightly, accepting his face, as their meatiness enveloped his face. This time she pressed straight back, heavily, and slowly used her strong thighs to gyrate her bottom up and down a little, rubbing his face deeply in her crack. Then she rubbed from side to side, slowly humiliating him, his head deeply wedged in her big bottom.

This gave her an immense feeling of satisfaction and the next 20 minutes were spent leaning back, gyrating her bottom around, with his face jammed deep in the sweaty cleft, crushed hard against the wall. He had given up struggling, and she occassionally allowed him a break and some air - the cold air biting his face before she leaned back again, enjoying the delicious sensation. She used her hands to squeeze her buttocks together harder, squashing their softness right around his face, enveloping him past his ears.

Her legs were getting tired now, and so she reached back and gripped him by the hair, dragging him a few metres onto the grass, behind a low hedge. She pulled off his coat. It was still pouring with rain and the ground was soft as she laid him flat, face up. He was still too drunk to make sense of what was happening, and just now wasn''t resisting.

She stood over him, facing his feet, and slowly sat down. Her buttocks again touched his face as she leant back. She pressed down again onto his face and those big buttocks spread once again, taking his face in between them. As she sat back she squashed his head into the ground - sinking into the wet muddy grass which held his head as her weight crushed him totally now, as she relaxed back. She felt the cold grass against her bottom and realised that she was sitting on him so heavily that she had crushed him deep into the ground. She looked around behind her and could not see his head at all from that angle - it looked like she was just sitting in the grass. All she could see was her big bottom on the grass. It amused her.

She was more amused when at his attempts to get her off. As she sat back she had forgotten to pin his arms, and suddenly realised that his hands were free as he gripped her hips and tried to lift her off. She had a moment of panic which quickly turned to amusement as she discovered that, even as strong as he was, he couldn''t shift her at all. He was exhausting himself and was completely unable to move her an inch.

His whole head was trapped directly under those great buttocks and she was sitting straight up, legs now in front of her on top of Graeme. She stood up and looked down at him. He couldn''t get up. She was tired.

This time she placed his coat down on the grass behind him. Then she sat down again heavily. His head once again trapped inside that tremendous meaty cleft. She slid up slightly so that he could breathe, his chin sticking out. She was tired. She lay back, crushing his head more deeply back into the grass now, and relaxed. Lying flat on her back with Graeme''s face trapped in her bottom she drifted off into a light sleep.