couchman
05-30-2006, 3:08 PM
Sitting On Giggles (part 2)
By Couchman
It was a long night for Mark as he waited for the girls to return from their dates. Of course he knew what they wanted to discuss with him. It was a dream come true. Jenna and Lisa were going to ask him if they could sit on him—not just sit on him—use him as casually as they’d use a couch cushion. The girls were going to ask him to be a live couch cushion, something they could sit on whenever they wanted. Their earlier experience sitting on what they though was an inanimate clown had created the desire to sit on him, a live person, in the same way. Man if they knew they’d already sat on him and didn’t know it they’d be furious.
The hard part, thought Mark, would be in trying to keep a straight face. Lisa and Jenna had no idea what had happened. He was going to have to act as innocent as possible. He was going to have to react to them as if he were hearing their proposal for the first time. He had to be very careful not to accidentally divulge any knowledge of his previous experience.
Mark also knew that what had happened earlier was a one time experience indelibly etched in his mind. He got to experience what it was like to be perceived by two very sexy young women as an inanimate inflatable clown. They had no idea they were sitting on a live person. Even if they decided to use him as a human couch cushion now it wouldn’t be quite the same. They would always be aware that there was a real person beneath their fabulous fannies. But it was as close to being used as a couch cushion as he could get. He supposed he could hypnotize them again at some point in time. But they would have to come to him. He couldn’t hypnotize them against their will. Until then, whatever they had in mind would have to do.
He played the scene over and over in his mind. The complete casual abandon and disregard for his pain and discomfort while sitting on what they thought was a clown without feelings was incredible. The way Jenna had flipped her skirt over his face as she sat down, allowing him a close up look of her perfect round butt barely covered by pink bikini panties. The way they talked to him when they thought they were talking to and about a full sized yet non-human clown…He hoped to experience those kind of things again—but this time as himself, Mark, human couch cushion.
It was nearly 1:A.M. when the girls arrived home. They were talking and laughing loudly and staggering slightly. Obviously, they had been drinking, although they didn’t seem to be too drunk to carry on an intelligible conversation.
“Oh, Mark,” said Jenna. “You’re still up… Good.”
“So how did your dates go?” asked Mark.
“They were okay,” said Lisa, tentatively. But Jenna and I took plenty of trips to the restrooms where we could talk in private. We didn’t want anyone to hear what we were discussing.”
“Big secret, huh,” said Mark, smiling.
“Very big secret,” Jenna agreed. She was staring at him with those big, blue eyes. His cock tingled from what he knew she was thinking.
“But you’re a part of our secret,” said Lisa.
“Me?”
“Yes, Mark… Jenna and I want to do something with you.”
“That would be great,” said Mark. “We could go out to dinner or maybe a concert or…”
“No!” she said too loudly and then caught herself. “No,” she said more softly. “Nothing like that.”
“Well..?” Mark forced a puzzled expression on his face. “What did you have in mind?” He opened his palms, a gesture of complete cluelessness.
“We want to…um…” Jenna tried to get the words to come out. “Mark?”
“I’m listening,” said Mark. “I’m all ears.” From his earlier experience he actually felt more like “all face.”
“Lisa and I want to…want to…Oh, darn it!” Exasperated, she hastened to the corner of the room where Mark had returned Giggles. She grabbed Giggles and dragged him over to the couch. She plopped him on his back on the couch.
“Now this may sound weird to you,” said Jenna. “But try to imagine yourself as Giggles.”
“You want me to imagine myself as Giggles?” asked Mark. He felt laughter began to bubble up from deep inside. “Keep it cool,” he secretly admonished himself. “Don’t blow it.”
“I know it’s difficult,” said Jenna. “But imagine yourself as Giggles, just lying on the couch, looking up at us”
“I’ll try,” said Mark, his lip attempting to quiver into a grin.
Lisa got into the action again. “And I wanted to sit down on the couch but you’re there.”
“Hmmm. I suppose I’d move so you could sit down,” said Mark, “but I couldn’t because I’m an object, a vinyl clown.”
“Exactly,” said Lisa. “So I’d just sit on you. She plopped down on the clown’s stomach.
“But since I couldn’t move myself,” added Mark, “Maybe you could have moved me.”
“I don’t want to move you,” Her voice was sharp and impatient. “I want to sit on you…I mean…Giggles.”
“Oh,” said Mark, meekly.
“And what if I wanted to sit on your…I mean…Giggles’ face,” said Jenna. She plopped her skirt over the clown’s face and sat down heavily. Mark watched the clowns’ vinyl face disappear into her panty clad butt. Both girls then made themselves comfortable atop Giggles, crossing their legs seductively.
“Now,” continued Jenna. “What do you think Giggles would be feeling if he were alive?”
“If he were alive?” It was getting more and more difficult for him to keep from bursting out laughing. “Well… I suppose he’d be feeling squashed, for one thing.”
“But what if he liked being squashed?” asked Lisa. “What if he liked getting sat on like this?”
“Hmmm. I suppose he’d just lie there and get sat on,” said Mark. “…if he liked being sat on.” Mark chuckled. “But Giggles doesn’t have a choice.”
The girls looked at each other, trying to decide what to say next. Finally Jenna blurted out: “Would you like to be Giggles right now? Would you like me to sit on your face like I’m sitting on Giggles?”
Mark gazed at Jenna, her mini-skirt plopped over the clown’s face, her ample butt crushing his vinyl head into the couch, her long tanned legs crossed so sexily. OH, he wanted to be Giggles, all right. To them, he was Giggles for a time, though he didn’t want to appear too anxious. Jenna continued: “Lisa and I love sitting on Giggles, but we’d rather sit on you, Mark.”
“You want to sit on me?” Mark acted shocked.
“We want to sit on you like you’re part of the couch.” Jenna was getting bolder “Our own human couch cushion.”
“Hmmm… I don’t know…” Mark hesitated.
“Remember when you were lying on the couch and I wanted to sit down?” asked Lisa. “You asked me to sit on you.”
“Oh, I was just playing around,” said Mark.
“I think you wanted me to sit on you, Mark, because you like my nice ass,” Lisa said in her typical narcissistic way.
“I have to admit it was tempting,” he agreed. “But you girls seem to be asking me to agree to be used like part of the furniture. I could get hurt.”
“That’s what we want,” said Jenna. “We want to sit on you just like you’re part of the couch and not worry about hurting you.”
“You’re asking a lot,” said Mark, pretending to consider it. Then he suggested: “Furniture can be rented.”
The girls whispered back and forth to each other. They seemed to be in disagreement. “I want to sit on his face,” he heard Jenna say assertively. Lisa appeared to be giving in to Jenna’s strong desire. “Okay, Lisa told Mark. We’ll rent you like a piece of rented furniture. You don’t have to pay your share of the apartment rent. But you’re going to get really sat on. If we want to sit right on your face, we will…and don’t be complaining that we’re squashing you.”
That was exactly the response he had hoped for. He wanted the girls to sit on him spontaneously—to feel what a couch cushion would feel. The money wasn’t important. He knew that if the girls had a vested interest in him they would be more inclined to want get their monies worth and not change their minds.
“When do we start?” asked Mark.
“Right now,” said Jenna. The girls got up off of Giggles. Jenna grabbed Giggles by the crotch and threw him off the couch. Mark lied down on the couch where Giggles had just been. His manhood warmed with anticipation of what was to happen.
“You’re going to be our couch slave,” said Lisa. “And I’m going to sit on you.” She stood next to the couch, looking down at him a moment. Then she turned and lowered her rounded butt to his chest. One of her ass cheeks was crushing his chest, while the other pressed on part of his stomach. She lifted the thigh closest to his head and crossed her legs. Her black dress had ridden up, exposing black satin panties attached by garter straps to shiny dark nylons. Lisa was serious about using him as something to sit on. Modesty was something reserved for human beings but not an inferior couch cushion. He stared at her lovely legs and then further up her torso to her soft breasts, straining at black fabric. Her dark hair dangled above him. Lisa was not fat, by any means, but her weight concentrated on his chest was uncomfortable. She looked down at him. “You make a wonderful couch cushion,” she told him. Then she turned her head away and began examining her nails, as if he wasn’t really under her.
He glimpsed Jenna’s knees. She was standing next to the couch, near his head. His eyes followed her legs up to the hem of her mini-skirt and higher to the crotch part of pink bikini panties. She, too, had lost any modesty in allowing him to look under here skirt. “Well,” she said. “Now that we’re using you as a human couch cushion, I’m going to sit on your face.” She turned around and stood with her back to him a few moments. He gazed up her skirt to the magnificent ass cheeks hovering above him. Her knees began to bend. She kept her tanned thighs together, accentuating the roundness of her descending butt. Her skirt was over his face. Her dominating ass was only a foot or so above his face when she halted her descent. “I’m going to really sit on your face,” she warned him.
“Go ahead,” encouraged Lisa. “Sit on him. He’s only furniture.”
Jenna lowered her ass to his face and let her entire weight smother him mercilessly. He lay there, Jenna;s perfect butt mashed into his face as it had when she thought she was sitting on Giggles. He felt her weight shift on him as she crossed her legs. Jenna and Lisa were, quite literally, using him as a human couch cushion.
“Fun!” exclaimed Jenna. “I love sitting on your face, Mark.”
“Let’s not even call him Mark anymore,” said Lisa. “Let’s call him Cushion.”
“Yeah,” Jenna agreed. “Cushion… just something for us to sit on.”
Mark was beginning to feel panic set in. He was no longer in control as he was when he was directing a hypnotic trance. The girls had no time limit now. Jenna could conceiveably sit on his face until he passed out… or worse. His helplessness, his loss of control over his situation, frightened him, yet, at the same time, it was the most erotic experience he’s ever had. These were reasonably intelligent college girls. He hoped they had enough sense to know when to get off him. It was increasingly more uncomfortable with Lisa’s weight on his chest and Jenna crushing his noggin. A natural body response to oxygen deprivation set in. He flailed his arms and groaned into Jenna’s ass.
“Did the couch say something?” asked Jenna.
“I don’t think so,” replied Lisa. “Couches can’t talk. They just lie there and get sat on.”
Mark was starting to reconsider. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. It seemed like an eternity, yet in actuality it was only a couple of minutes when the girls lifted their butts off him. The earthy scent of Jenna’s butt still permeated his face. He gasped in air, though his relief from their oppressive weight was brief. Lisa changed places with Jenna and stood next to his face. “My turn to sit on your face,” she told Mark. She turned around and her knees bent. The thin fabric of her black dress tightened across her rounded ass as she lowered it to his face. One of her butt cheeks was in direct line with his face. She glanced over her shoulder down at him and shifted her butt slightly so that it was more centered with his face and mercilessly plopped down full weight. The couch beneath him groaned a little as Lisa settled down atop him. His nose was buried deep into the crack of her ass. It seemed strangely contradictory that a girl who appeared so soft, feminine, and curvaceous could inflict so much discomfort on him when he was made to endure her entire weight on his face.
“So…What do you think of that guy I was with?” Mark heard her talking to Jenna. “What was his name? I can’t even remember it, now.”
“He was a hunk,” replied Jenna. “…not too bright, but quite a hunk.”
“Yeah, I know,” agreed Lisa. “Why do so many guys we go out with seem to be all muscle and no brain?”
“I guess because they’re the most popular guys in school,” said Jenna.
The girls were carrying on a typical girlish conversation while Lisa sat on his face. But he was wondering how long they were going to go on like that. They’d gotten involved in talking about guys and seemed to have forgotten he was on the couch. After a couple minutes he tried to scream into Lisa’s butt, but all that came out was a muffled. “Mmmff.” He flailed his arms again in a vain attempt to get Lisa off his face. He felt a dainty hand grab his arm and push it back down. Finally, he viewed Lisa’s butt ascending from his face.
“Mark…I mean…Cushion,” she admonished him. “If you don’t stop fighting us we’ll have to tie you down.”
“Sorry,” Mark managed to say between gasps of air. “It was just a minor physical need I have…breathing.”
“Well you’re just going to have to stop it,” said the blonde Jenna.
“Ooookaaaay,” said Mark and rolled his eyes.
Jenna and Lisa walked away from the couch and looked over their CD collection. Mark blinked his eyes a few times, wiggled his nose, and sniffled. “You asked for it,” he told himself. He had just experienced the kind of spontaneous, girl-to-couch behavior he’d hoped for—though he also wondered if he would live through the arrangement. The girls had their backs to him as they looked at the CDs. Their long shapely legs and ample butts, butts that curved outwards at just the right angle looked so enticing. He was, to them, a couch cushion, a place to rest those asses on anytime they wished. The anticipation of knowing that he would surely be sat on again warmed and hardened his male member.
The girls were talking to themselves over by the CD shelf when, suddenly, both of them turned and stared at Mark. Lisa suddenly bolted and ran towards the couch. Jenna chased her. He watched Lisa’s butt swoop in a wide arc and start to sit down on his face, when Jenna grabbed her. “Oh, no you don’t,” said Jenna, giggling. “You sat on his face the last time. It’s my turn.” Jenna’s butt joined Lisa’s hovering over his face. Each girl tried to push the other away by nudging their asses. Mark was astonished. They not only wanted to sit on his face, the girls were playfully fighting over who was going to do it. Jenna was the taller and slightly stronger of the two girls. She managed to push Lisa to the side. Jenna’s skirt flew over his head as she sat on his face. She sat down hard, pushing his head into the couch. “Okay,” Lisa laughed. “Sit on his face and I’ll sit on you.” Mark’s head was pushed deeper into the couch. He quickly surmised that Lisa had sat on Jenna’s lap, adding additional weight to his tortured face.
“Get off me, you cow.” Jenna laughed at Lisa.
“Are you saying I’m fat,” laughed Lisa. His head returned to it’s previous position, indicating that Lisa had gotten up off Jenna’s lap. Lisa shifted her ass over to a point high up on his chest. The upper part of one thigh rested against his face. He loved the feel of her tanned thigh pressing against the side of his head, the inner fabric of her skirt draped over it. Then the skirt disappeared from view as Jenna gathered it’s fabric to her lap and looked down at him. “How do you like getting sat on?” she asked Mark, coyly. “Am I crushing you,” she teased. Mark started to say something but she cut him off. “It doesn’t matter if I’m crushing you,” she told him.”You’re only a cushion.” She plopped her skirt back over his face and continued to sit on him.
“I’m tired,” said Lisa. “We have classes in the morning.
“Yeah, you’re right,” said Jenna, reluctantly. “…Guess we better go to bed. She got up off of Mark. Both girls retired to their rooms, leaving Mark lying on the couch. He had to get some sleep, himself. He waited a few minutes then went to his room.
The next morning Mark showered, shaved, and got ready for school. He met Jenna and Lisa just as they were leaving. “We can’t stop you from going to classes,” Lisa told him. “But you know where to be when we get home. You’re here to be sat on.”
Mark attended his college classes, yet his mind remained on Jenna, Lisa, and the special arrangement. He wasn’t in any of their classes, though every time he saw a coed plop her shapely ass on a chair he knew what the chair would be feeling if it were alive. He thought it ironic that chairs and couch cushions don’t have to ask to be sat on: it’s their function. Girls come to them to rest their sexy weight upon because they’re inanimate, not alive. He, as a human being, would have a difficult time achieving that same girl-to-seat response—that is until now. As far as Jenna and Lisa were concerned, his primary function was to be sat on...period.
He hurried home after school. He wanted to be there before the girls got home. He took a seat on a chair next to the couch and studied a bit until he heard the sound of the front door opening. He quickly threw the book down and dove onto the couch. Lisa entered the apartment first. She was wearing tight blue jeans. Jenna had on another mini-skirt. He was grateful for her fondness for mini-skirts. But then Jenna said something that surprised him. “Come on in, Lin-Su,” she told someone. Goosebumps formed on his arm from excitement. A very beautiful Asian girl followed them into the apartment. She, too, had on a mini-skirt, showing off the loveliest legs he’s ever seen.
The three girls approached the couch where Mark lay—a lump of pure sexual excitement. “This is the couch we told you about,” said Jenna, rather proudly. Lin-Su grinned broadly into a cute dimpled face. “He’s a person,” she said.
“He might be a person,” said Jenna. “But to us he’s just something to sit on.”
“Yes, we sit all over him,” said Lisa. She came closer to the couch. Denim fabric stretched tight over her ass as she planted it down on Mark’s chest. She patted Mark’s face. “Come sit down,” she offered Lin-Su..
Lin-Su grinned again. “Can I sit on his face?”
“Of course,” said Jenna. “We sit on his face. He’s only furniture.”
Marks’s eyes widened with anticipation. He hadn’t expected this turn of events. Lin-Su stood next to the couch where his head was. He gazed up at her lovely, brownish thighs. She looked down at him, grinning mischievously. “Won’t I hurt him?”
“Don’t even think about it,” said Lisa. “He’s part of the furniture.”
“I’ll sit on his face,” said Lin-Su. She turned around and her knees began to bend. Her ultra short mini-skirt rode up as she tentatively began to sit down. Her round white panty covered butt poised about a foot or so from his face. She had kept her legs together, forming a sexy V shape with her ass. He remarked to himself that so many Asian girls have especially lovely legs and nice firm butts.
“Go ahead and sit on his face,” encouraged Jenna. “That’s what he’s here for.”
Lin-Su lowered her butt the rest of the way, until it made contact with his face. Then she allowed her entire weight to relax, mashing deep into his face. “Fun!” she exclaimed. “a real person I can sit on.” Lin-Su had quickly gotten into the arrangement. She remained seated heavily on his face and crossed her legs as casually as if she hadn’t actually sat on a live person. She shifted around a little, and Mark was able to look under the thigh that was lying across the other. But his nose and mouth remained sealed shut, engulfed in earthy smelling butt.
“So…” said Lisa, still torturing his chest with her own weight. “Did you like that lecture in Anthropology class?”
“I think it interesting,” said Lin-Su with somewhat broken English. “Some cultures female dominated.”
“All cultures should be female dominated,” added Lisa. “Men just screw things up. We should use all of them as chairs and couches—it’s all they’re good for.”
Lin-Su giggled. “We could sit on their faces,” she suggested.
That sounded like a good idea to Mark—if only he didn’t have to worry about being injured or suffocated. Lin-Su kept her ass firmly planted on his face while she chatted with the girls. He felt more weight press his body. Jenna had sat down right on his cock. Three girls were sitting side by side across his body. He estimated an average weight of 125 lbs for each girl, so his body was getting crushed by 375 lbs. of sexy females. He felt hot and flattened. He was thankful having the soft couch beneath him to absorb some of the weight. Casual conversation ensued as all three girls continued to crush his supine body with weight. Their soft, feminine voices again seemed to contradict his suffering beneath them. They talked about a fictional culture in which men could be used to sit on.
Lin-Su appeared to not have any intention of getting up from his face. Surely, he thought, she would understand he’d smother to death if she kept sitting on him. “Finally, Lin-Su asked the girls: “How long can I sit on his face?” To which Lisa replied: “That’s a technical problem we haven’t worked out yet. I guess you’d better give him some air.” Lin-Su stood up and looked down at Mark. “His face all red,” she said, giggling. Mark gasped, his lungs straining to get enough air. “You like me sit on your face?” she asked a gasping Mark. “Oh, he likes it,” Lisa answered for her. “But I believe that Cushion—we call him Cushion—didn’t think it would be this hard on him.”
“I sit on your face again,” said Lin-Su. She plopped her beautiful Asian butt down again on him—this time without hesitation, allowing her butt to drop down mercilessly. “He nice to sit on,” remarked Lin-Su. “You want sit on his face?”
“I’d love to,” was Lisa’s reply. Lin-su got up, followed by the other two. Lisa stood next to the couch with her back to him. Her form fitting blue jeans accentuated every curve of her gorgeous butt. “We have an arrangement with Cushion,” said Lisa. “We’re renting him as furniture. And, believe me, he’s going to get sat on a lot.” She bent down, taking aim for his face, then let her butt drop to his face. The feel of a butt stretched tight by denim jeans was even more harsh on his upturned face. He lay there in heavy darkness as Lisa sat, nonchalantly, on his face. The girls were getting accustomed to sitting on him as furniture. Lisa sat on his face a couple minutes. Then she got up, mercifully allowing him breathing time, but not quite long enough to recover when Jenna decided to sit on his face. Despite the torture, he loved being facesat when girls were wearing skirts—especially Jenna. Jenna took it as an act of domination when she always put her skirt over his head before she sat down. She wasn’t doing it for his benefit. She thought it was cool to make him smell her butt, covered by thin panty fabric.
Mark spent the rest of the evening getting sat on all over. He never knew who was going to sit where on him. It usually happened quickly. One time he would find Lin-Su’s butt descending to his face. Another time it might be Jenna or Lisa’s fanny filling his vision before it connected with his face. Sometimes one of them would sit on is chest, and another on his face. Sometimes all three would sit across him. They talked among each other in a way that suggested he wasn’t really beneath them. He was a part of the couch, period.
After Lin-Su had gone home and Jenna and Lisa went to bed, Mark breathed a sigh of relief. He felt dizzy. His head and his chest hurt from being repeatedly sat on. He considered putting a stop to the arrangement. But after reconsidering….Nah.
The End.
By Couchman
It was a long night for Mark as he waited for the girls to return from their dates. Of course he knew what they wanted to discuss with him. It was a dream come true. Jenna and Lisa were going to ask him if they could sit on him—not just sit on him—use him as casually as they’d use a couch cushion. The girls were going to ask him to be a live couch cushion, something they could sit on whenever they wanted. Their earlier experience sitting on what they though was an inanimate clown had created the desire to sit on him, a live person, in the same way. Man if they knew they’d already sat on him and didn’t know it they’d be furious.
The hard part, thought Mark, would be in trying to keep a straight face. Lisa and Jenna had no idea what had happened. He was going to have to act as innocent as possible. He was going to have to react to them as if he were hearing their proposal for the first time. He had to be very careful not to accidentally divulge any knowledge of his previous experience.
Mark also knew that what had happened earlier was a one time experience indelibly etched in his mind. He got to experience what it was like to be perceived by two very sexy young women as an inanimate inflatable clown. They had no idea they were sitting on a live person. Even if they decided to use him as a human couch cushion now it wouldn’t be quite the same. They would always be aware that there was a real person beneath their fabulous fannies. But it was as close to being used as a couch cushion as he could get. He supposed he could hypnotize them again at some point in time. But they would have to come to him. He couldn’t hypnotize them against their will. Until then, whatever they had in mind would have to do.
He played the scene over and over in his mind. The complete casual abandon and disregard for his pain and discomfort while sitting on what they thought was a clown without feelings was incredible. The way Jenna had flipped her skirt over his face as she sat down, allowing him a close up look of her perfect round butt barely covered by pink bikini panties. The way they talked to him when they thought they were talking to and about a full sized yet non-human clown…He hoped to experience those kind of things again—but this time as himself, Mark, human couch cushion.
It was nearly 1:A.M. when the girls arrived home. They were talking and laughing loudly and staggering slightly. Obviously, they had been drinking, although they didn’t seem to be too drunk to carry on an intelligible conversation.
“Oh, Mark,” said Jenna. “You’re still up… Good.”
“So how did your dates go?” asked Mark.
“They were okay,” said Lisa, tentatively. But Jenna and I took plenty of trips to the restrooms where we could talk in private. We didn’t want anyone to hear what we were discussing.”
“Big secret, huh,” said Mark, smiling.
“Very big secret,” Jenna agreed. She was staring at him with those big, blue eyes. His cock tingled from what he knew she was thinking.
“But you’re a part of our secret,” said Lisa.
“Me?”
“Yes, Mark… Jenna and I want to do something with you.”
“That would be great,” said Mark. “We could go out to dinner or maybe a concert or…”
“No!” she said too loudly and then caught herself. “No,” she said more softly. “Nothing like that.”
“Well..?” Mark forced a puzzled expression on his face. “What did you have in mind?” He opened his palms, a gesture of complete cluelessness.
“We want to…um…” Jenna tried to get the words to come out. “Mark?”
“I’m listening,” said Mark. “I’m all ears.” From his earlier experience he actually felt more like “all face.”
“Lisa and I want to…want to…Oh, darn it!” Exasperated, she hastened to the corner of the room where Mark had returned Giggles. She grabbed Giggles and dragged him over to the couch. She plopped him on his back on the couch.
“Now this may sound weird to you,” said Jenna. “But try to imagine yourself as Giggles.”
“You want me to imagine myself as Giggles?” asked Mark. He felt laughter began to bubble up from deep inside. “Keep it cool,” he secretly admonished himself. “Don’t blow it.”
“I know it’s difficult,” said Jenna. “But imagine yourself as Giggles, just lying on the couch, looking up at us”
“I’ll try,” said Mark, his lip attempting to quiver into a grin.
Lisa got into the action again. “And I wanted to sit down on the couch but you’re there.”
“Hmmm. I suppose I’d move so you could sit down,” said Mark, “but I couldn’t because I’m an object, a vinyl clown.”
“Exactly,” said Lisa. “So I’d just sit on you. She plopped down on the clown’s stomach.
“But since I couldn’t move myself,” added Mark, “Maybe you could have moved me.”
“I don’t want to move you,” Her voice was sharp and impatient. “I want to sit on you…I mean…Giggles.”
“Oh,” said Mark, meekly.
“And what if I wanted to sit on your…I mean…Giggles’ face,” said Jenna. She plopped her skirt over the clown’s face and sat down heavily. Mark watched the clowns’ vinyl face disappear into her panty clad butt. Both girls then made themselves comfortable atop Giggles, crossing their legs seductively.
“Now,” continued Jenna. “What do you think Giggles would be feeling if he were alive?”
“If he were alive?” It was getting more and more difficult for him to keep from bursting out laughing. “Well… I suppose he’d be feeling squashed, for one thing.”
“But what if he liked being squashed?” asked Lisa. “What if he liked getting sat on like this?”
“Hmmm. I suppose he’d just lie there and get sat on,” said Mark. “…if he liked being sat on.” Mark chuckled. “But Giggles doesn’t have a choice.”
The girls looked at each other, trying to decide what to say next. Finally Jenna blurted out: “Would you like to be Giggles right now? Would you like me to sit on your face like I’m sitting on Giggles?”
Mark gazed at Jenna, her mini-skirt plopped over the clown’s face, her ample butt crushing his vinyl head into the couch, her long tanned legs crossed so sexily. OH, he wanted to be Giggles, all right. To them, he was Giggles for a time, though he didn’t want to appear too anxious. Jenna continued: “Lisa and I love sitting on Giggles, but we’d rather sit on you, Mark.”
“You want to sit on me?” Mark acted shocked.
“We want to sit on you like you’re part of the couch.” Jenna was getting bolder “Our own human couch cushion.”
“Hmmm… I don’t know…” Mark hesitated.
“Remember when you were lying on the couch and I wanted to sit down?” asked Lisa. “You asked me to sit on you.”
“Oh, I was just playing around,” said Mark.
“I think you wanted me to sit on you, Mark, because you like my nice ass,” Lisa said in her typical narcissistic way.
“I have to admit it was tempting,” he agreed. “But you girls seem to be asking me to agree to be used like part of the furniture. I could get hurt.”
“That’s what we want,” said Jenna. “We want to sit on you just like you’re part of the couch and not worry about hurting you.”
“You’re asking a lot,” said Mark, pretending to consider it. Then he suggested: “Furniture can be rented.”
The girls whispered back and forth to each other. They seemed to be in disagreement. “I want to sit on his face,” he heard Jenna say assertively. Lisa appeared to be giving in to Jenna’s strong desire. “Okay, Lisa told Mark. We’ll rent you like a piece of rented furniture. You don’t have to pay your share of the apartment rent. But you’re going to get really sat on. If we want to sit right on your face, we will…and don’t be complaining that we’re squashing you.”
That was exactly the response he had hoped for. He wanted the girls to sit on him spontaneously—to feel what a couch cushion would feel. The money wasn’t important. He knew that if the girls had a vested interest in him they would be more inclined to want get their monies worth and not change their minds.
“When do we start?” asked Mark.
“Right now,” said Jenna. The girls got up off of Giggles. Jenna grabbed Giggles by the crotch and threw him off the couch. Mark lied down on the couch where Giggles had just been. His manhood warmed with anticipation of what was to happen.
“You’re going to be our couch slave,” said Lisa. “And I’m going to sit on you.” She stood next to the couch, looking down at him a moment. Then she turned and lowered her rounded butt to his chest. One of her ass cheeks was crushing his chest, while the other pressed on part of his stomach. She lifted the thigh closest to his head and crossed her legs. Her black dress had ridden up, exposing black satin panties attached by garter straps to shiny dark nylons. Lisa was serious about using him as something to sit on. Modesty was something reserved for human beings but not an inferior couch cushion. He stared at her lovely legs and then further up her torso to her soft breasts, straining at black fabric. Her dark hair dangled above him. Lisa was not fat, by any means, but her weight concentrated on his chest was uncomfortable. She looked down at him. “You make a wonderful couch cushion,” she told him. Then she turned her head away and began examining her nails, as if he wasn’t really under her.
He glimpsed Jenna’s knees. She was standing next to the couch, near his head. His eyes followed her legs up to the hem of her mini-skirt and higher to the crotch part of pink bikini panties. She, too, had lost any modesty in allowing him to look under here skirt. “Well,” she said. “Now that we’re using you as a human couch cushion, I’m going to sit on your face.” She turned around and stood with her back to him a few moments. He gazed up her skirt to the magnificent ass cheeks hovering above him. Her knees began to bend. She kept her tanned thighs together, accentuating the roundness of her descending butt. Her skirt was over his face. Her dominating ass was only a foot or so above his face when she halted her descent. “I’m going to really sit on your face,” she warned him.
“Go ahead,” encouraged Lisa. “Sit on him. He’s only furniture.”
Jenna lowered her ass to his face and let her entire weight smother him mercilessly. He lay there, Jenna;s perfect butt mashed into his face as it had when she thought she was sitting on Giggles. He felt her weight shift on him as she crossed her legs. Jenna and Lisa were, quite literally, using him as a human couch cushion.
“Fun!” exclaimed Jenna. “I love sitting on your face, Mark.”
“Let’s not even call him Mark anymore,” said Lisa. “Let’s call him Cushion.”
“Yeah,” Jenna agreed. “Cushion… just something for us to sit on.”
Mark was beginning to feel panic set in. He was no longer in control as he was when he was directing a hypnotic trance. The girls had no time limit now. Jenna could conceiveably sit on his face until he passed out… or worse. His helplessness, his loss of control over his situation, frightened him, yet, at the same time, it was the most erotic experience he’s ever had. These were reasonably intelligent college girls. He hoped they had enough sense to know when to get off him. It was increasingly more uncomfortable with Lisa’s weight on his chest and Jenna crushing his noggin. A natural body response to oxygen deprivation set in. He flailed his arms and groaned into Jenna’s ass.
“Did the couch say something?” asked Jenna.
“I don’t think so,” replied Lisa. “Couches can’t talk. They just lie there and get sat on.”
Mark was starting to reconsider. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. It seemed like an eternity, yet in actuality it was only a couple of minutes when the girls lifted their butts off him. The earthy scent of Jenna’s butt still permeated his face. He gasped in air, though his relief from their oppressive weight was brief. Lisa changed places with Jenna and stood next to his face. “My turn to sit on your face,” she told Mark. She turned around and her knees bent. The thin fabric of her black dress tightened across her rounded ass as she lowered it to his face. One of her butt cheeks was in direct line with his face. She glanced over her shoulder down at him and shifted her butt slightly so that it was more centered with his face and mercilessly plopped down full weight. The couch beneath him groaned a little as Lisa settled down atop him. His nose was buried deep into the crack of her ass. It seemed strangely contradictory that a girl who appeared so soft, feminine, and curvaceous could inflict so much discomfort on him when he was made to endure her entire weight on his face.
“So…What do you think of that guy I was with?” Mark heard her talking to Jenna. “What was his name? I can’t even remember it, now.”
“He was a hunk,” replied Jenna. “…not too bright, but quite a hunk.”
“Yeah, I know,” agreed Lisa. “Why do so many guys we go out with seem to be all muscle and no brain?”
“I guess because they’re the most popular guys in school,” said Jenna.
The girls were carrying on a typical girlish conversation while Lisa sat on his face. But he was wondering how long they were going to go on like that. They’d gotten involved in talking about guys and seemed to have forgotten he was on the couch. After a couple minutes he tried to scream into Lisa’s butt, but all that came out was a muffled. “Mmmff.” He flailed his arms again in a vain attempt to get Lisa off his face. He felt a dainty hand grab his arm and push it back down. Finally, he viewed Lisa’s butt ascending from his face.
“Mark…I mean…Cushion,” she admonished him. “If you don’t stop fighting us we’ll have to tie you down.”
“Sorry,” Mark managed to say between gasps of air. “It was just a minor physical need I have…breathing.”
“Well you’re just going to have to stop it,” said the blonde Jenna.
“Ooookaaaay,” said Mark and rolled his eyes.
Jenna and Lisa walked away from the couch and looked over their CD collection. Mark blinked his eyes a few times, wiggled his nose, and sniffled. “You asked for it,” he told himself. He had just experienced the kind of spontaneous, girl-to-couch behavior he’d hoped for—though he also wondered if he would live through the arrangement. The girls had their backs to him as they looked at the CDs. Their long shapely legs and ample butts, butts that curved outwards at just the right angle looked so enticing. He was, to them, a couch cushion, a place to rest those asses on anytime they wished. The anticipation of knowing that he would surely be sat on again warmed and hardened his male member.
The girls were talking to themselves over by the CD shelf when, suddenly, both of them turned and stared at Mark. Lisa suddenly bolted and ran towards the couch. Jenna chased her. He watched Lisa’s butt swoop in a wide arc and start to sit down on his face, when Jenna grabbed her. “Oh, no you don’t,” said Jenna, giggling. “You sat on his face the last time. It’s my turn.” Jenna’s butt joined Lisa’s hovering over his face. Each girl tried to push the other away by nudging their asses. Mark was astonished. They not only wanted to sit on his face, the girls were playfully fighting over who was going to do it. Jenna was the taller and slightly stronger of the two girls. She managed to push Lisa to the side. Jenna’s skirt flew over his head as she sat on his face. She sat down hard, pushing his head into the couch. “Okay,” Lisa laughed. “Sit on his face and I’ll sit on you.” Mark’s head was pushed deeper into the couch. He quickly surmised that Lisa had sat on Jenna’s lap, adding additional weight to his tortured face.
“Get off me, you cow.” Jenna laughed at Lisa.
“Are you saying I’m fat,” laughed Lisa. His head returned to it’s previous position, indicating that Lisa had gotten up off Jenna’s lap. Lisa shifted her ass over to a point high up on his chest. The upper part of one thigh rested against his face. He loved the feel of her tanned thigh pressing against the side of his head, the inner fabric of her skirt draped over it. Then the skirt disappeared from view as Jenna gathered it’s fabric to her lap and looked down at him. “How do you like getting sat on?” she asked Mark, coyly. “Am I crushing you,” she teased. Mark started to say something but she cut him off. “It doesn’t matter if I’m crushing you,” she told him.”You’re only a cushion.” She plopped her skirt back over his face and continued to sit on him.
“I’m tired,” said Lisa. “We have classes in the morning.
“Yeah, you’re right,” said Jenna, reluctantly. “…Guess we better go to bed. She got up off of Mark. Both girls retired to their rooms, leaving Mark lying on the couch. He had to get some sleep, himself. He waited a few minutes then went to his room.
The next morning Mark showered, shaved, and got ready for school. He met Jenna and Lisa just as they were leaving. “We can’t stop you from going to classes,” Lisa told him. “But you know where to be when we get home. You’re here to be sat on.”
Mark attended his college classes, yet his mind remained on Jenna, Lisa, and the special arrangement. He wasn’t in any of their classes, though every time he saw a coed plop her shapely ass on a chair he knew what the chair would be feeling if it were alive. He thought it ironic that chairs and couch cushions don’t have to ask to be sat on: it’s their function. Girls come to them to rest their sexy weight upon because they’re inanimate, not alive. He, as a human being, would have a difficult time achieving that same girl-to-seat response—that is until now. As far as Jenna and Lisa were concerned, his primary function was to be sat on...period.
He hurried home after school. He wanted to be there before the girls got home. He took a seat on a chair next to the couch and studied a bit until he heard the sound of the front door opening. He quickly threw the book down and dove onto the couch. Lisa entered the apartment first. She was wearing tight blue jeans. Jenna had on another mini-skirt. He was grateful for her fondness for mini-skirts. But then Jenna said something that surprised him. “Come on in, Lin-Su,” she told someone. Goosebumps formed on his arm from excitement. A very beautiful Asian girl followed them into the apartment. She, too, had on a mini-skirt, showing off the loveliest legs he’s ever seen.
The three girls approached the couch where Mark lay—a lump of pure sexual excitement. “This is the couch we told you about,” said Jenna, rather proudly. Lin-Su grinned broadly into a cute dimpled face. “He’s a person,” she said.
“He might be a person,” said Jenna. “But to us he’s just something to sit on.”
“Yes, we sit all over him,” said Lisa. She came closer to the couch. Denim fabric stretched tight over her ass as she planted it down on Mark’s chest. She patted Mark’s face. “Come sit down,” she offered Lin-Su..
Lin-Su grinned again. “Can I sit on his face?”
“Of course,” said Jenna. “We sit on his face. He’s only furniture.”
Marks’s eyes widened with anticipation. He hadn’t expected this turn of events. Lin-Su stood next to the couch where his head was. He gazed up at her lovely, brownish thighs. She looked down at him, grinning mischievously. “Won’t I hurt him?”
“Don’t even think about it,” said Lisa. “He’s part of the furniture.”
“I’ll sit on his face,” said Lin-Su. She turned around and her knees began to bend. Her ultra short mini-skirt rode up as she tentatively began to sit down. Her round white panty covered butt poised about a foot or so from his face. She had kept her legs together, forming a sexy V shape with her ass. He remarked to himself that so many Asian girls have especially lovely legs and nice firm butts.
“Go ahead and sit on his face,” encouraged Jenna. “That’s what he’s here for.”
Lin-Su lowered her butt the rest of the way, until it made contact with his face. Then she allowed her entire weight to relax, mashing deep into his face. “Fun!” she exclaimed. “a real person I can sit on.” Lin-Su had quickly gotten into the arrangement. She remained seated heavily on his face and crossed her legs as casually as if she hadn’t actually sat on a live person. She shifted around a little, and Mark was able to look under the thigh that was lying across the other. But his nose and mouth remained sealed shut, engulfed in earthy smelling butt.
“So…” said Lisa, still torturing his chest with her own weight. “Did you like that lecture in Anthropology class?”
“I think it interesting,” said Lin-Su with somewhat broken English. “Some cultures female dominated.”
“All cultures should be female dominated,” added Lisa. “Men just screw things up. We should use all of them as chairs and couches—it’s all they’re good for.”
Lin-Su giggled. “We could sit on their faces,” she suggested.
That sounded like a good idea to Mark—if only he didn’t have to worry about being injured or suffocated. Lin-Su kept her ass firmly planted on his face while she chatted with the girls. He felt more weight press his body. Jenna had sat down right on his cock. Three girls were sitting side by side across his body. He estimated an average weight of 125 lbs for each girl, so his body was getting crushed by 375 lbs. of sexy females. He felt hot and flattened. He was thankful having the soft couch beneath him to absorb some of the weight. Casual conversation ensued as all three girls continued to crush his supine body with weight. Their soft, feminine voices again seemed to contradict his suffering beneath them. They talked about a fictional culture in which men could be used to sit on.
Lin-Su appeared to not have any intention of getting up from his face. Surely, he thought, she would understand he’d smother to death if she kept sitting on him. “Finally, Lin-Su asked the girls: “How long can I sit on his face?” To which Lisa replied: “That’s a technical problem we haven’t worked out yet. I guess you’d better give him some air.” Lin-Su stood up and looked down at Mark. “His face all red,” she said, giggling. Mark gasped, his lungs straining to get enough air. “You like me sit on your face?” she asked a gasping Mark. “Oh, he likes it,” Lisa answered for her. “But I believe that Cushion—we call him Cushion—didn’t think it would be this hard on him.”
“I sit on your face again,” said Lin-Su. She plopped her beautiful Asian butt down again on him—this time without hesitation, allowing her butt to drop down mercilessly. “He nice to sit on,” remarked Lin-Su. “You want sit on his face?”
“I’d love to,” was Lisa’s reply. Lin-su got up, followed by the other two. Lisa stood next to the couch with her back to him. Her form fitting blue jeans accentuated every curve of her gorgeous butt. “We have an arrangement with Cushion,” said Lisa. “We’re renting him as furniture. And, believe me, he’s going to get sat on a lot.” She bent down, taking aim for his face, then let her butt drop to his face. The feel of a butt stretched tight by denim jeans was even more harsh on his upturned face. He lay there in heavy darkness as Lisa sat, nonchalantly, on his face. The girls were getting accustomed to sitting on him as furniture. Lisa sat on his face a couple minutes. Then she got up, mercifully allowing him breathing time, but not quite long enough to recover when Jenna decided to sit on his face. Despite the torture, he loved being facesat when girls were wearing skirts—especially Jenna. Jenna took it as an act of domination when she always put her skirt over his head before she sat down. She wasn’t doing it for his benefit. She thought it was cool to make him smell her butt, covered by thin panty fabric.
Mark spent the rest of the evening getting sat on all over. He never knew who was going to sit where on him. It usually happened quickly. One time he would find Lin-Su’s butt descending to his face. Another time it might be Jenna or Lisa’s fanny filling his vision before it connected with his face. Sometimes one of them would sit on is chest, and another on his face. Sometimes all three would sit across him. They talked among each other in a way that suggested he wasn’t really beneath them. He was a part of the couch, period.
After Lin-Su had gone home and Jenna and Lisa went to bed, Mark breathed a sigh of relief. He felt dizzy. His head and his chest hurt from being repeatedly sat on. He considered putting a stop to the arrangement. But after reconsidering….Nah.
The End.