Friday, December 30, 2011

"Squashtoy" Final post. SeXStoRY

Having given it some thought I have decided to make this the last installment, just to document the rest of the 1st time with both my late wife and her best friend. Although there were several more occasions they were very similar, even if they did quite brutal in their treatment of me. I did as expected of me and pushed my tongue into my wifes arse as she f***ed herself harder onto my face, as usual I soon got used to the acrid taste. I could vaguely hear her and M talking but the weight of both of them sitting on me on the hard wooden bench was causing a ringing in my ears. I was really shocked that J was sitting on my stomach and their combined weight pressing me hard onto the wooden bench was really starting to hurt. For what seemed an eternity I continued to lick J's arse sucking air in as she rocked back and forth on my tongue. I never knew if J orgasmed again, only aware of the pain in my shoulders and my stomach as this was where their weight was crushing into me. Finally J stood up and I took the opportunity to suck in several lungfulls of cool fresh air and as she stepped over heard her laughing remarks to M. "Look at his face, he is scarlett, I think he is feeling a bit squashed by now". M made no move to get up from sitting on my stomach and accepted the offer of a coffee from my wife who crouched down and patted my face. "Did you hear what we have arranged squashtoy" ? she asked me. I truthfully told her that I hadn't been able to as she had been sitting so hard my ears were ringing. "Well as you know from your evesdropping, her inconsiderate pig of a husband will not give her oral sex so I have offered your services. She is a bit shy, so I am going to go out into the kitchen to make us to a coffee and you are going to make her very happy while I am gone.... understand"! I immediately started to protest but was quickly cut short with a sharp slap. "I don't remember making this a discussion, you can no more get her off you than you can me. Let's just put it this way if she hasn't had an orgasm on your stupid face by the time I get back we are both going to bounce on you so hard your guts will come out of your mouth"! She then stood up and organised M to throw her leg over and move up to sit on my chest. "O.K. I am going to go out and make us coffee's now, just shuffle up and pull your knickers to one side, he knows what to do". She laughed as she left the room, "don't forget to let him breathe occasionally, I will need him again later" and she went out shutting the door behind her. I looked at M who was obviously as embarrassed as I was, even though she was making no move to get off my chest. Then to my surprise with no warning she suddenly moved forward and my face was buried in her knickers and she immediately started to grind hard onto me. She reached down and pulled her knickers to one side and I was burried nose deep under my wifes friends fanny. Her urgency and ignorance of this practice was readily obvious as I soon found my lungs crying for air as she sat on my nose and covered my mouth completely and I tried hard to push her upwards with my hands so I could twist my head to get a breath. Although I managed to gulp a quick gasp it just seemed to spur her on to grind down harder. Thankfully she quickly orgasmed and moved back enough for me to get some air through my nose. She called out to my wife, "Oh you were so right that is really good, better than my rabbit any day. To my complete relief she had pulled her skirt down over my face and I didn't have to look at her but she still made no move to get up from sitting on me. Soon I heard my wife come back into the room and I felt her sit down behind M onto my stomach. J sniggered as she answered "I told you it was fun, lets just sit on squashtoy while we drink our coffee and chat about all the things we can do to him. I think he will come to regret the day he told me about his cousins, as adults I am sure we can think of lots of ways to abuse a squashtoy. When they finally got up from me over an hour later every muscle in my body was screaming from being sat on by both of them for so long. Worse still was what I had heard them plan for my future sessions under their asses. Thanks for reading, my memories of those sessions are mixed with the enjoyment of being "squashed" under the 2 of them and the pleasure I got from being f***ed to worsip them, and the pain of the long periods of being sat on and sometimes stood on. It continued right up until my wifes sudden illness and subsequent demise. I REALLY do miss her, despite what some would call her cruelty.

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