Strict Susan
06-08-2006, 6:37 AM
Magda was a big girl.
She was generally big-boned and just under six-foot tall, although to say she was well proportioned for her size would have been an over-polite exaggeration, She was fat. Not flabbily, bulgingly, whale-like, but quite definitely fat and heavy. It was evident she liked her food and she never worried if she was several kilos heavier than the recommended weight for her height.
Her breasts were more reminiscent of basketballs than melons, and her hips were wide enough that few men would have been able to get their arms round them and fewer would be confident enough to try. Her legs were not quite tree-trunks, but thick and solid enough to not only support her weight admirably but also with the strength to carry her at some speed on the rare occasions she wanted to move quickly.
Yet Magda was not unattractive. Her long, dark hair fell silkily around a pretty, if chubby face. Her skin was smooth and supple, and her ample flesh bulged in a most womanly shape, without sagging or hanging unpleasantly and without giving the impression of real obesity.
More importantly, Magda was happy with herself and her size. She was large, certainly, and it was a largeness that suited her perfectly. She was content and confident, and that was what mattered.
Magda, in fact would have made the perfect wife for any man who liked women a little on the large side. She would not have had too much trouble finding a man who was perfect for her – if, that is, she had not decided that the right man for her was Susan’s boyfriend.
***
Susan was furious when she found that Mike had slept with Magda, but she hid her feelings well.
“That’s OK,” she told Magda, “I’d finished with him anyway. But you do know the sort of things he likes, don’t you? All the kinky things?”
Magda was a little concerned. “I don’t know anything about that sort of thing,” she said worriedly, “I wouldn’t know where to start with anything kinky.”
The germ of a plan was forming in Susan’s mind. Revenge. The perfect revenge on both Mike who, it was true, did have a liking for some of the more unusual erotic activities, and on Magda who clearly had no real idea at all.
“I’ll think about the sort of things he likes and let you know,” she told Magda. “I’m sure I can help you. After all, I might have split up with Mike, but I’d still like him to be happy and you’re such a nice person. Just right for him.”
It was a week before Susan spoke to Magda again, and by that time her plan was fully formed in every details. Also, she was certain that both Mike and Magda would be fooled until it was too late for either of them to do anything about it. Also, she suspected, Magda would have already found out about some of Mike’s likes and dislikes, and Mike’s shyness would have made it so difficult for him to talk about his particular quirks that Magda would inevitably be wondering what else he really liked.
“His favourite,” she told Magda confidentially, “Is to be tied up so that he can’t move.”
Magda nodded. “I know,” she said, “He told me that much and we tried it the other night. It didn’t work very well because I’m rather heavy for him.”
“Did he tell you what he likes to do best when he’s tied up?” asked Susan.
Magda looked a little uncomfortable. “I don’t like hurting him,” she said, “I know he likes it a little bit, but I’m scared I’ll do it too much or really hurt him or something. He tried to explain that he always says ‘No. Stop. Don’t do that.’ when what he really wants is for me to do it more, and so how am I to know whether what I’m doing is right or not?”
“No,” said Susan, “Not hurting him. What he really likes best is to have a woman just over him, not touching, but close enough so that he can raise his head and kiss her underneath. You know what I mean.”
Magda did know what she meant. “Yes,” she agreed, “He likes to kiss me there, and I like that too. The trouble is, I’m rather heavy, and if I was over him just an inch or two away, I wouldn’t be able keep myself there and keep still very long particularly if he was kissing me.”
“That’s OK,” said Susan, delighted. “I know just how it can be done, and he’ll be even more excited because one of his fantasies is to have another woman in the room too when he’s tied up.”
Magda looked horrified. “Not two of us! I wouldn’t like that at all.”
“No, of course not,” said Susan. “I don’t want to touch him. I’ll just be there to help you rig something up so you can be a couple of inches above him for as long as you like. If it gives him an extra thrill so much the better, but I won’t touch him at all. You have my word on that.” She meant it.
“All right.” Magda still sounded doubtful. “If it’s going to be what he wants then I’ll try it.”
“Just remember,” Susan warned, “He might say stop, but he won’t mean it. After all, you’re not going to hurt him, are you?”
They decided to try it that evening, Susan assuring Magda that it was exactly what Mike really wanted the most, but that he was too shy to ask her directly.
Magda took Mike upstairs not long after he came in from work, and after the usual mild foreplay she tied him securely to the bed, naked, with his wrists and ankles attached firmly to the corners.
She looked down at him. “Do you want to kiss me?” she asked.
“Yes,” he replied readily, “Make me kiss you wherever you want to be kissed.”
Susan was waiting in the en suite bathroom, and this was her cue to enter. “Hello, Mike,” she said.
“GET HER OUT OF HERE.” Mike squirmed frantically against the straps holding his wrists and ankles.
Magda turned to Susan. “This isn’t going to work,” she said, “You’d better leave.”
“Of course it will work,” Susan replied, “You know when he says ‘no’ he means ‘more’. Just look at how excited he is.” She indicated Mike’s rigid hardness, pulsing slightly.”
“OK?” she asked Magda. “Go and get ready then. I’ll make a start.”
Magda went into the bathroom as Susan started to drag some strong cords from under the bed. She stopped and looked down at Mike who was still protesting.
“Shut up, Mike,” she said sharply. “This is your dream, isn’t it? To be dominated by two women? Between you and me it’s going to be your worst nightmare too, but Magda doesn’t know that and the more you protest the more she’ll be convinced it’s part of the game. By the time she finds out it will be too late, so you might as well keep quiet and enjoy it while you can.”
At that moment Magda came back from the bathroom and Susan went back to the job of getting the cords ready. Magda had changed her clothes, and now she wore a short, black nightdress and nothing else.
“OK,” said Susan, “Get in position and we’re ready to go.”
Magda positioned herself above Mike, ignoring his protests. She put her knees either side of his head so that all he could see above him was her enormous buttocks, thighs, and the fleshy parts in between.
“Arms out,” instructed Susan.
Magda put her arms out to the side and Susan tied the cords firmly to each wrists, pulling the long cords across the room and attaching them to items of heavy furniture.
“That will help to support you,” she told Magda. “I’ll do your legs next.”
Susan tied another length of cord round each of Magda’s huge thighs, again attaching the other ends to the solid items of furniture. As she attached them, she pulled the cords tight, forcing Madga’s legs a little further apart so that she sank down lower almost onto Mike.
“Susan,” said Magda urgently, “It’s not working. It’s not supporting me.”
“Isn’t it?” said Susan, sounding surprised. “I’m sure it should be.”
She came back over to the bed and peered closely at the gap between Magda and Mike’s face.
“You really don’t want to sit right down on him, you know,” she said to Magda, “At least not for too long. I think he’d be completely smothered, to say nothing of being squashed. He’d disappear completely under you. You could suffocate him if you weren’t careful.”
“But Susan,” pleaded Magda, “It’s not going to work. The cords aren’t supporting me at all – they’re making it worse and I can’t keep this position very long. My legs are hurting me. You’d better untie me so I can get off him.”
Susan shrugged. “What a shame it didn’t work,” she said, and walked towards the door. “It would have been really enjoyable for you both if it had worked.”
“Never mind,” she added. “I’ll see you tomorrow, I expect.”
She left the room, closing the door behind her.
Magda’s muscles started to tremble from the effort of supporting her weight in such an awkward position. Slowly but steadily she sank lower onto Mike’s face. His noisy protests grew more and more muffled. Then they stopped, and there was silence.
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She was generally big-boned and just under six-foot tall, although to say she was well proportioned for her size would have been an over-polite exaggeration, She was fat. Not flabbily, bulgingly, whale-like, but quite definitely fat and heavy. It was evident she liked her food and she never worried if she was several kilos heavier than the recommended weight for her height.
Her breasts were more reminiscent of basketballs than melons, and her hips were wide enough that few men would have been able to get their arms round them and fewer would be confident enough to try. Her legs were not quite tree-trunks, but thick and solid enough to not only support her weight admirably but also with the strength to carry her at some speed on the rare occasions she wanted to move quickly.
Yet Magda was not unattractive. Her long, dark hair fell silkily around a pretty, if chubby face. Her skin was smooth and supple, and her ample flesh bulged in a most womanly shape, without sagging or hanging unpleasantly and without giving the impression of real obesity.
More importantly, Magda was happy with herself and her size. She was large, certainly, and it was a largeness that suited her perfectly. She was content and confident, and that was what mattered.
Magda, in fact would have made the perfect wife for any man who liked women a little on the large side. She would not have had too much trouble finding a man who was perfect for her – if, that is, she had not decided that the right man for her was Susan’s boyfriend.
***
Susan was furious when she found that Mike had slept with Magda, but she hid her feelings well.
“That’s OK,” she told Magda, “I’d finished with him anyway. But you do know the sort of things he likes, don’t you? All the kinky things?”
Magda was a little concerned. “I don’t know anything about that sort of thing,” she said worriedly, “I wouldn’t know where to start with anything kinky.”
The germ of a plan was forming in Susan’s mind. Revenge. The perfect revenge on both Mike who, it was true, did have a liking for some of the more unusual erotic activities, and on Magda who clearly had no real idea at all.
“I’ll think about the sort of things he likes and let you know,” she told Magda. “I’m sure I can help you. After all, I might have split up with Mike, but I’d still like him to be happy and you’re such a nice person. Just right for him.”
It was a week before Susan spoke to Magda again, and by that time her plan was fully formed in every details. Also, she was certain that both Mike and Magda would be fooled until it was too late for either of them to do anything about it. Also, she suspected, Magda would have already found out about some of Mike’s likes and dislikes, and Mike’s shyness would have made it so difficult for him to talk about his particular quirks that Magda would inevitably be wondering what else he really liked.
“His favourite,” she told Magda confidentially, “Is to be tied up so that he can’t move.”
Magda nodded. “I know,” she said, “He told me that much and we tried it the other night. It didn’t work very well because I’m rather heavy for him.”
“Did he tell you what he likes to do best when he’s tied up?” asked Susan.
Magda looked a little uncomfortable. “I don’t like hurting him,” she said, “I know he likes it a little bit, but I’m scared I’ll do it too much or really hurt him or something. He tried to explain that he always says ‘No. Stop. Don’t do that.’ when what he really wants is for me to do it more, and so how am I to know whether what I’m doing is right or not?”
“No,” said Susan, “Not hurting him. What he really likes best is to have a woman just over him, not touching, but close enough so that he can raise his head and kiss her underneath. You know what I mean.”
Magda did know what she meant. “Yes,” she agreed, “He likes to kiss me there, and I like that too. The trouble is, I’m rather heavy, and if I was over him just an inch or two away, I wouldn’t be able keep myself there and keep still very long particularly if he was kissing me.”
“That’s OK,” said Susan, delighted. “I know just how it can be done, and he’ll be even more excited because one of his fantasies is to have another woman in the room too when he’s tied up.”
Magda looked horrified. “Not two of us! I wouldn’t like that at all.”
“No, of course not,” said Susan. “I don’t want to touch him. I’ll just be there to help you rig something up so you can be a couple of inches above him for as long as you like. If it gives him an extra thrill so much the better, but I won’t touch him at all. You have my word on that.” She meant it.
“All right.” Magda still sounded doubtful. “If it’s going to be what he wants then I’ll try it.”
“Just remember,” Susan warned, “He might say stop, but he won’t mean it. After all, you’re not going to hurt him, are you?”
They decided to try it that evening, Susan assuring Magda that it was exactly what Mike really wanted the most, but that he was too shy to ask her directly.
Magda took Mike upstairs not long after he came in from work, and after the usual mild foreplay she tied him securely to the bed, naked, with his wrists and ankles attached firmly to the corners.
She looked down at him. “Do you want to kiss me?” she asked.
“Yes,” he replied readily, “Make me kiss you wherever you want to be kissed.”
Susan was waiting in the en suite bathroom, and this was her cue to enter. “Hello, Mike,” she said.
“GET HER OUT OF HERE.” Mike squirmed frantically against the straps holding his wrists and ankles.
Magda turned to Susan. “This isn’t going to work,” she said, “You’d better leave.”
“Of course it will work,” Susan replied, “You know when he says ‘no’ he means ‘more’. Just look at how excited he is.” She indicated Mike’s rigid hardness, pulsing slightly.”
“OK?” she asked Magda. “Go and get ready then. I’ll make a start.”
Magda went into the bathroom as Susan started to drag some strong cords from under the bed. She stopped and looked down at Mike who was still protesting.
“Shut up, Mike,” she said sharply. “This is your dream, isn’t it? To be dominated by two women? Between you and me it’s going to be your worst nightmare too, but Magda doesn’t know that and the more you protest the more she’ll be convinced it’s part of the game. By the time she finds out it will be too late, so you might as well keep quiet and enjoy it while you can.”
At that moment Magda came back from the bathroom and Susan went back to the job of getting the cords ready. Magda had changed her clothes, and now she wore a short, black nightdress and nothing else.
“OK,” said Susan, “Get in position and we’re ready to go.”
Magda positioned herself above Mike, ignoring his protests. She put her knees either side of his head so that all he could see above him was her enormous buttocks, thighs, and the fleshy parts in between.
“Arms out,” instructed Susan.
Magda put her arms out to the side and Susan tied the cords firmly to each wrists, pulling the long cords across the room and attaching them to items of heavy furniture.
“That will help to support you,” she told Magda. “I’ll do your legs next.”
Susan tied another length of cord round each of Magda’s huge thighs, again attaching the other ends to the solid items of furniture. As she attached them, she pulled the cords tight, forcing Madga’s legs a little further apart so that she sank down lower almost onto Mike.
“Susan,” said Magda urgently, “It’s not working. It’s not supporting me.”
“Isn’t it?” said Susan, sounding surprised. “I’m sure it should be.”
She came back over to the bed and peered closely at the gap between Magda and Mike’s face.
“You really don’t want to sit right down on him, you know,” she said to Magda, “At least not for too long. I think he’d be completely smothered, to say nothing of being squashed. He’d disappear completely under you. You could suffocate him if you weren’t careful.”
“But Susan,” pleaded Magda, “It’s not going to work. The cords aren’t supporting me at all – they’re making it worse and I can’t keep this position very long. My legs are hurting me. You’d better untie me so I can get off him.”
Susan shrugged. “What a shame it didn’t work,” she said, and walked towards the door. “It would have been really enjoyable for you both if it had worked.”
“Never mind,” she added. “I’ll see you tomorrow, I expect.”
She left the room, closing the door behind her.
Magda’s muscles started to tremble from the effort of supporting her weight in such an awkward position. Slowly but steadily she sank lower onto Mike’s face. His noisy protests grew more and more muffled. Then they stopped, and there was silence.
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"Magda was a Big Girl" is one of a collection of short stories by Susan Strict published by A1 Adult eBooks "Strictly Susan - The Third Collection". Click the graphic for details:
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