couchman
06-09-2006, 6:48 PM
The following story is an adult fantasy intended to be read by viewers
at least age 18 or older.
Sitting On Giggles—Part 3
Jenna and Lisa had rented Mark as a human couch cushion and wanted to sit on him all the time. Mark soon discovered it wasn’t a feasible idea. He needed time to himself. He needed to study. But most of all, he wasn’t physically able to take the pain and oxygen deprivation of them repeatedly sitting on his face or body. As much as he wished he could be treated like an inanimate couch cushion, Mother Nature hadn’t designed him as one. He decided it time to draw up a rental agreement of sorts.
The rental agreement stated that the girls were not to sit on his face for more than one minute at a time. He found out that even one minute with his face covered by a lovely butt was enough to handle without a break. He placed an egg timer on an end table by the couch. After one of the girls was seated on his face, she was to set the timer. He also stated in the agreement that there was to be at least a three minute rest period for him between face sits. If one or more of girls were seated on his chest or else where, the sitting could last up to five minutes. A 125 lb girl seated full weight on his chest, despite the padding of the couch beneath him, also made it difficult to breathe and was very painful if it exceeded five minutes. Finally, the agreement stated that he could be used as a cushion for up to four hours each day.
At first, the girls were angry over the agreement. They finally conceded, though, not because they were concerned about hurting or killing him, but mainly because they wanted to keep him around to sit on. Jenna and Lisa signed the agreement, but with the stern warning that he was to keep his part of the agreement. They assured him he was going to be sat on a lot.
After a few weeks of using Mark as their human couch cushion, the girls’ perception of him began to change. Even before the arrangement the girls had acted aloof towards him, rarely speaking to him. The couch cushion arrangement just intensified a superior attitude that was there to start with. The best part of it, thought Mark, was the change in their perception of him. They began to see him more as an object than a human being. And objects such as a lowly couch cushion have no sexual feelings. The girls lost all modesty towards him—parading above him while dressed only in panties and bra, and, occasionally, sitting on him when they were completely nude.
One evening Jenna, dressed in her characteristic mini-skirt, plopped down heavily on his chest and crossed her tanned thighs. She had a cordless phone in her hand.
“Hi, mom,” she spoke into the phone. “I’m fine. Are you and Michelle still coming up for the weekend?” Mark looked up as she smoothed her shiny blonde hair, listening to something her mother was saying. “Yes,” continued Jenna. “I’m sitting on him right now.”
“What!” thought Mark. “Jenna told her mother about the arrangement?”
“Oh, it’s great,” continued Jenna. “I bet there aren’t many girls who have a human couch to sit on.”
Just then Lisa came out of the bathroom. She was stark naked. “Jenna have you seen my… OH, I didn’t know you were on the phone.” Jenna motioned for her to come over.
“It’s my mom,” said Jenna. “She and my sister Michelle are coming to stay the weekend.”
“How nice,” said Lisa. She stood next to the couch a moment. Then she glanced down at Mark and he got a glimpse of her bare ass lowering to his face. She settled her full weight on him, his nose squished into her ass crack.
“Of course we sit on his face, mom,” said Jenna. “Lisa is sitting on his face right now.” Jenna chuckled at something her mother said. “Oh, I know you will, mom…Michelle wants to talk to me? Okay.” There was a short pause. Jenna smiled at Lisa and winked.
“Michelle!” she exclaimed. “We’re going to have a fun weekend. Did mom tell you about our couch? Isn’t that cool! You can sit right on his face, if you want. Yeah…right on his face. Hmmm? Sure…Why not…As far as we’re concerned he’s a couch cushion.” Mark heard laughter coming from the phone. “No,” Jenna answered something her sister had asked. “We don’t even think about crushing him. We rented him to sit on and, believe me, we get our monies worth.”
Mark was feeling the familiar smothering under Lisa’s hot, bare ass. He felt sure a minute had passed. Where was the timer bell?
“My mom and my sister are going to sit on him,” Jenna told Lisa.
“They should,” replied Lisa.
Panic set in and Mark flailed his arms, tying to signal Lisa to get up off his face.
“What?” Lisa asked, irritated.
“I think he wants you off his face,” said Jenna.
“So?” said Lisa. “What if I don’t want to get up?”
“You have to get up,” said Jenna.
“Why?”
“Because…” Jenna started to say something. Mark felt the relief of Lisa lifting her nude butt from his face. “Because…” Jenna continued. “I want to sit on his face.” She laughed as she pushed Lisa aside. Mark saw Jenna’s skirt float over his face, he watched the familiar triangle of panty slightly covering twin fleshy mounds as she sat down on his face.
“They aren’t playing by the rules,” Mark thought to himself. He only managed a couple breaths between getting crushed under Lisa’s bare butt and Jenna lowering her own ass to his face. He was supposed to get a three minute break. “Dammit!” he thought. He could smother to death being treated like that. He put his hands around Jenna’s firm fanny and tried to push her off.
“You know, Lisa,” Jenna said to her voluptuous roommate. “I think we rented an awfully uncooperative cushion.”
Mark pushed upwards until Jenna’s ass was a few inches above his face. “Get off me!” he croaked.
Jenna got up slowly, as if teasing him.
“Okay… You girls know the rules. Three minutes. I get three minutes between face sits.”
“We were just playing with you,” Jenna told him. “Don’t get so bent out of shape.”
“I think his nose is already bent out of shape,” said Lisa and laughed.
Mark felt his nose. It probably was bent out of shape after three weeks of it getting sat on. He felt anger welling up inside him. “Maybe we should call this whole thing off. And what about your mother, Jenna? Why did you tell your mom you’ve been plopping your butt all over me?”
“Guess you don’t know my mom,” said Jenna, grinning. “She’s an open-minded woman. She’s looking forward to sitting on you…and my sister, Michelle, too.”
“Oh that’s fine,” said Mark, sarcastically. “Why don’t you invite the whole world in here to see the couch freak.”
“I’m twenty years old,” said Jenna. “And my sister Michelle is only a year younger. We do what we want.”
Mark envisioned Jenna’s mother. Jenna was a very beautiful girl, he thought. Maybe her mother was, too. But women have a tendency to gain weight as they get older. He imagined a two hundred pounder eclipsing his view as she lowered her massive behind to his face. He started to express his concern to Jenna. “I don’t think your mom should be sitting on my---.” Jenna shoved a photo into his face. The photo showed a strikingly lovely blonde woman sitting next to a younger girl with brown hair. Both were sitting on a bench next to a pool, their lovely legs crossed sexily, their small waists curving out to shapely hips, their perfect breasts pushing at thin tank tops.
“Mom looks good for 42, don’t you think?” said Jenna. “That’s Michelle sitting next to her.”
Mark stared at the photo. So that was Jenna’s mom and sister. Man, he wanted to be that bench they had planted their lovely butts on. The thought that they might be sitting on him just like they were sitting on the bench tingled his groin.
“I guess it would be okay,” he said, meekly.
The weekend couldn’t come soon enough for Mark. He envisioned himself as the bench in the photo Jenna showed him. Inanimate objects have all the fun, he told himself. That bench didn’t have to worry about being crushed or smothered to death. It just waited for females like Jenna’s sexy mom and her sister Michelle to walk over and plop their butts on it. He recalled the hypnotic session when Jenna and Lisa sat on him so casually because they didn’t know he was a person. To them, Mark was Giggles, the inflatable clown, and they seated themselves upon him the same way Jenna’s mom and sister had sat on the bench.
Early Saturday afternoon Jenna was wearing a sun dress. She had just sat down on Mark’s face, smothering him under a bikini panty clad butt when the door bell rang. Her round ass lifted off him, sundress following it as she got up and rushed to the door.
“Mom!... Michelle!” she excitedly greeted them with hugs. Mark gazed over at his newest potential sitters. Jenna’s weekend visitors looked the same as in the photo. Her mother was wearing a form fitting white skirt and pink top. Her sister Michelle had on cut off blue jeans that hugged the firm lobes of her ass. Both women were visions of female loveliness. They each had small suitcases indicating a typical weekend visit.
“I can’t wait to see your couch,” said Michelle, giggling.
Jenna walked with them over to the couch where Mark lay.
“Here it is,” said Jenna, proudly. “A couch with a human couch cushion.”
Jenna’s mom and sister gazed down, curiously, at Mark. Mark looked up and grinned.
“And you really sit on him?” Michelle asked her sister.
“That’s what he’s here for,” answered Jenna. After three weeks of using him as a couch cushion, the tone of her voice was more like: “Why not? He’s part of the couch.”
“Okaaaaay,” said Michelle. She sat down carefully on his chest, letting her weight gradually settle down on him, her denim covered butt and tanned thighs pressing uncomfortably into his chest. “I don’t want to squish you,” she told Mark.
“Sit on his face,” Michelle,” urged Jenna.
“Oh, I couldn’t,” said Michelle, blushing.
“I will,” said Jenna’s mom. She stood next to where his head was on the couch. “If you’re going to be a couch cushion, you’re going to get your face sat on.” Her voice was assertive, unlike Michelle’s hesitancy. Mark was looking forward to watching her magnificent ass descend to his face. Yet at the same time he was a little concerned about her insistence in using him exactly the way she would a cushion. She weighed no more than Jenna, but he wondered if Jenna had informed her mom of the time limit.
“Move over a little honey,” She nudged Michelle. Michelle slid her ass more towards his stomach. Jenna’s mom stood with her back to Mark, a feminine ringed hand smoothing the back of her skirt tighter into her buttocks, accentuating each curve of the womanly flesh the skirt was supposed to conceal. “So… How are you doing in school?” She asked Jenna.”
“Oh, fine,” replied Jenna.
“You and Lisa have a lovely apartment,” remarked her mom. “I especially like the couch.”
Mark stared up at the woman’s legs and butt. He knew she was going to sit on his face, and the promise of it excited him. Suddenly, her knees bent, her butt became a round moon with white fabric stretched tight about it. She was about half way to her fleshy seat. Her skirt had ridden up enough to display the underside of tanned thighs. She turned. Mark stared up her torso to a face that seemed indifferent to him as a human being. Then her torso disappeared, and his vision was blocked out by her descending round fanny. Her butt connected with his face, smothering it beneath her as she sat on him full weight.
“Oh, mom,” said Michelle, giggling.
“What?” Her mom replied. “He’s a couch cushion. He’s here to be sat on.” She crossed her legs and continued conversing with her daughters as if Mark wasn’t smothering beneath her. “And where is your roommate, Lisa?” She asked.
“Shopping,” Mark heard the reply. “She should be back soon.”
“That was a long ride,” her mom said, sighing. “I could just sit here all day.” She shifted her butt around, making herself more comfortable atop his tortured face. Mark was amazed at the ease in which she had adapted to such unusual circumstances. She was acting like he really was an inanimate thing, simply a seat for her gorgeous butt, a part of the couch she could rest her entire weight on without regard to his suffering. Mark knew from experience when a minute of facesitting had passed. He was running out of air. He pushed at her hips, trying to raise her up.
“What’s he doing?” She asked.
“I think he wants you to get up off his face, mom,” said Michelle, amused.
“Oh, I forgot to tell you about the one minute rule,” he heard Jenna say.
“One minute?” said her mom. “ I only get to sit on his face for a minute? I just got comfortable.” There was an irritation in her voice. This was a woman who was enjoying her dominance over him.
“Hmmm,” her mom considered. She slowly rose up from his squashed face. “Well you certainly don’t make a very good couch cushion if I can only sit on your face for a minute,” she told Mark.
“Sorry,” he apologized. “…Guess it’s a habit I have…It’s called breathing.”
“You have three minutes,” Jenna’s voice was stern. “Three minutes to catch your breath. Michelle wants to sit on your face.” She looked at her sister and chuckled.
“I do not,” said Michelle, emphatically. She got up from her perch on his chest. “I don’t think he wants my butt on his face,” she said, incredulously.
“Sure he does,” answered Jenna. “Don’t you, Mark…I mean…Cushion.”
Mark tried to speak between gasps of precious air. “I’m…getting…paid to do this,” he gasped. He didn’t want to convey to them his obsession for getting face sat.
“That’s right,” said Jenna. “Lisa and I are paying his part of the apartment rent to let us sit on him—on his face, if we want.”
Michelle giggled. “A human couch cushion…” she thought a moment and grinned. Maybe I’ll sit on your face later,” she told Mark. The three women took their suitcases into Jenna’s room. After Mark caught the breath that had been denied under her mothers’ firm ass, he was enjoying the idea of Michelle sitting on his face. Here was a beautiful girl with a sexy ass and long shapely legs…often the kind of girl he fantasized sitting on his face. But she was still—unlike her mom—trying to get used to the idea of using him as something to sit on. If she does, thought Mark. It would be a major turn on.
He lay on the couch, staring up at the ceiling, imagining Michelle sitting on his face when he heard Jenna’s bedroom door open. Michelle came out of the room alone. She walked close to the couch where he lay, threw a curious glance down at him, then proceeded to the T.V. remote. She stood close to the couch, changing channels on the T.V. and stopped at one of the movies channels. Then Mark saw her legs approaching the couch where his head was. She faced him and looked down, and expression of concern on her face. Mark looked up the length of her legs to where they met with the cut off jean shorts, then further up to her perky breasts straining at a striped tank top. Michelle was average height, but she towered over him. He felt exhilarated that she might decide to sit right on his face.
“I could hurt you,” she said, concerned.
“Just part of the job,” said Mark, flippantly.
“Are you sure you want my butt on your face,” she asked.
“Just part of the job,” he repeated, trying to conceal the woody that was trying to get out of his pants.
“I could really sit on you,” she added, still waiting for some negative response from him. Mark remained quiet, enjoying the moment immensely. The next moments seemed to be in slow motion. He watched her turn around. He watched her knees bend and butt rounding as she started it’s descent to his upturned, excited face. The denim fabric of her jean shorts hugged each lobe of her tanned ass. Her butt overwhelmed his vision and then connected with his face. The couch beneath him groaned a little as she allowed her entire weight to crush down and smother his face deep into her young womanliness.
“I’ve been waiting to watch this movie for a long time,” She said, as if talking to herself. She crossed her legs and shifted her butt around, painfully, on his head. Her only acknowledgement of him even being beneath her was the crackling of the egg timer being set. She shifted her butt some more and crossed the other leg—this time leaving him an eye open while the rest of her ass smothered his face. The view of one slightly elevated thigh to where it met with the other leg it was draped over thrilled him. Her flesh was hot and heavy on him. He felt completely dominated He wished he could be sat on all day like that, but his body betrayed him. He was, as usual, reminded that he was a vulnerable human being who had to breathe.
“Oh, look at Michelle,” said Jenna’s mother.
“Like you say, mom,” said Michelle. “He’s a couch cushion so I sat on his face.” A few moments later the timer went off. She released her oppressive weight from his face and looked down at him. This time, he noticed a new kind of indifference in her brown eyes—the kind of indifference a woman has to a lowly seat. Mark remarked to himself that the act of actually sitting on his face seemed to bring out in women a superior attitude towards him. He’d seen it in his roommates, and now with Michelle.
“Have you seen this movie, Jenna?” Michelle asked.
“I don’t think so,” replied her sister. She gazed at the T.V. a few moments. But then, without thinking, she plopped down on Mark’s gasping face. “It looks like a good movie,” she commented. Jenna sat on his face a few moments before she realized Michelle had just sat on it. “Oh,” she said, and got up. “The one thing wrong with you, Cushion, she addressed Mark, “is that we can’t sit on you as long as we want.”
The three females gathered together, arms folded, silently watching the second hand of their watches. When three minutes were up, all three of them casually walked over to the couch. “I’m gonna sit on his chest this time,” said the mom. She slapped her heavy ass down hard on his chest and air whooshed out of him. Jenna sat on his legs. Michelle gazed down at him a moment and said: “Well… I guess there isn’t any place left for me to sit but right—on—your—face,” she emphasized each word. The combination of her changed attitude towards him and the promise that, again, he was going to be smothered under the most sexy butt he’d ever seen excited him to the point that he thought his woody was going to poke right into one of the women atop him. Michelle sat down on his face harder this time. His head disappeared into a world of denim covered ass. He wished Michelle would put on a skirt when she sat on his face. A panty clad butt would reveal more than even the jean shorts she was wearing.
Mark remained crushed under the three of them for the full minute. After the short rest period, Jenna stood with her back to him. She stood so close to the couch he could look straight up her dress to her lovely bottom clad in green panties.
“He can look up your dress,” said Michelle, giggling.
“So?” Replied Jenna. “He’s only a couch cushion.” She took the hem of her colorful sun dress and gave it a flip over his face as she lowered her butt to him. He loved it when Jenna often sat on him that way. To him, it was like circumventing social taboos—a kind of naughty thing he could get away with. To Jenna, though, he knew it was an act of domination to make him smell her panty clad butt. Jenna lifted one cheek of her ass and passed some gas right into his face. The others heard it and laughed.
“Well...,” said their mom. “That’s what he gets for being a couch cushion.”
He heard someone at the door. While he remained smothered under Jenna’s ass he heard Lisa’s voice. “Hi,” she said. “You must be Jenna’s mom and… You must be Michelle.” “Yes,” replied Jenna, getting up off his face. She introduced Lisa to her mom and sister. Jenna was carrying a couple of shopping bags. She was wearing yellow shorts and flip flop sandals.
“I see you’ve met Cushion,” said Lisa.
“He’s fun to sit on,” said Michelle.
Lisa flip flopped over to the end of the couch where his head was. “I found the cutest skirt!” she exclaimed. She put the sacks down and bent over to search through them. Her round ass hovered over his face. Lisa had gotten so used to sitting on him, she didn’t think twice about crushing him under her fanny while she showed them the clothing she’d bought. She’d also forgotten to set the timer and remained seated on his face until he flailed his arms in desperation. She got up off his face and continued showing the others some items as if she hadn’t just sat on a living person.
The foursome decided to go out to lunch. They disappeared into a couple of bedrooms for awhile. When they returned to the living room, the first thing Mark noticed was that Michelle had changed into a mini-skirt. She walked straight over to Mark and told him: “I’m going to sit on your face.” It was the most beautiful words he could have imagined hearing. She stood with her back to him a moment. He gazed up the underling of her skirt to behold a magnificent butt clad in pink bikini panties. She made no attempt at modesty. Instead, she grabbed the hem of her skirt—as she’d seen her sister do—gave it a backward flip over his noggin and he found himself engulfed in her earthy smelling ass. It was a fantasy come true. The pain of her sitting full weight on his face didn’t seem to matter. She was treating him more like an inanimate seat now than a person.
As the weekend progressed, Mark got sat on a lot. The four women used the length of his body as a lowly seat cushion. He never knew who was going to sit where on him. Jenna’s mom loved to sit on his face—as did Michelle. By the time Jenna’s mother and sister were ready to depart, their perception of him as a human being had nearly dissolved. They conversed with each other and joked around as if Mark wasn’t even on the couch. They sat heavily on him with complete abandon—often forgetting to set the timer. Mark spent the entire weekend fighting for air. Though during the time off he had a part of the arrangement, he couldn’t wait to take his place back on the couch—waiting for the next lovely bottom to use him for what he was to them: a simple couch cushion.
The End
at least age 18 or older.
Sitting On Giggles—Part 3
Jenna and Lisa had rented Mark as a human couch cushion and wanted to sit on him all the time. Mark soon discovered it wasn’t a feasible idea. He needed time to himself. He needed to study. But most of all, he wasn’t physically able to take the pain and oxygen deprivation of them repeatedly sitting on his face or body. As much as he wished he could be treated like an inanimate couch cushion, Mother Nature hadn’t designed him as one. He decided it time to draw up a rental agreement of sorts.
The rental agreement stated that the girls were not to sit on his face for more than one minute at a time. He found out that even one minute with his face covered by a lovely butt was enough to handle without a break. He placed an egg timer on an end table by the couch. After one of the girls was seated on his face, she was to set the timer. He also stated in the agreement that there was to be at least a three minute rest period for him between face sits. If one or more of girls were seated on his chest or else where, the sitting could last up to five minutes. A 125 lb girl seated full weight on his chest, despite the padding of the couch beneath him, also made it difficult to breathe and was very painful if it exceeded five minutes. Finally, the agreement stated that he could be used as a cushion for up to four hours each day.
At first, the girls were angry over the agreement. They finally conceded, though, not because they were concerned about hurting or killing him, but mainly because they wanted to keep him around to sit on. Jenna and Lisa signed the agreement, but with the stern warning that he was to keep his part of the agreement. They assured him he was going to be sat on a lot.
After a few weeks of using Mark as their human couch cushion, the girls’ perception of him began to change. Even before the arrangement the girls had acted aloof towards him, rarely speaking to him. The couch cushion arrangement just intensified a superior attitude that was there to start with. The best part of it, thought Mark, was the change in their perception of him. They began to see him more as an object than a human being. And objects such as a lowly couch cushion have no sexual feelings. The girls lost all modesty towards him—parading above him while dressed only in panties and bra, and, occasionally, sitting on him when they were completely nude.
One evening Jenna, dressed in her characteristic mini-skirt, plopped down heavily on his chest and crossed her tanned thighs. She had a cordless phone in her hand.
“Hi, mom,” she spoke into the phone. “I’m fine. Are you and Michelle still coming up for the weekend?” Mark looked up as she smoothed her shiny blonde hair, listening to something her mother was saying. “Yes,” continued Jenna. “I’m sitting on him right now.”
“What!” thought Mark. “Jenna told her mother about the arrangement?”
“Oh, it’s great,” continued Jenna. “I bet there aren’t many girls who have a human couch to sit on.”
Just then Lisa came out of the bathroom. She was stark naked. “Jenna have you seen my… OH, I didn’t know you were on the phone.” Jenna motioned for her to come over.
“It’s my mom,” said Jenna. “She and my sister Michelle are coming to stay the weekend.”
“How nice,” said Lisa. She stood next to the couch a moment. Then she glanced down at Mark and he got a glimpse of her bare ass lowering to his face. She settled her full weight on him, his nose squished into her ass crack.
“Of course we sit on his face, mom,” said Jenna. “Lisa is sitting on his face right now.” Jenna chuckled at something her mother said. “Oh, I know you will, mom…Michelle wants to talk to me? Okay.” There was a short pause. Jenna smiled at Lisa and winked.
“Michelle!” she exclaimed. “We’re going to have a fun weekend. Did mom tell you about our couch? Isn’t that cool! You can sit right on his face, if you want. Yeah…right on his face. Hmmm? Sure…Why not…As far as we’re concerned he’s a couch cushion.” Mark heard laughter coming from the phone. “No,” Jenna answered something her sister had asked. “We don’t even think about crushing him. We rented him to sit on and, believe me, we get our monies worth.”
Mark was feeling the familiar smothering under Lisa’s hot, bare ass. He felt sure a minute had passed. Where was the timer bell?
“My mom and my sister are going to sit on him,” Jenna told Lisa.
“They should,” replied Lisa.
Panic set in and Mark flailed his arms, tying to signal Lisa to get up off his face.
“What?” Lisa asked, irritated.
“I think he wants you off his face,” said Jenna.
“So?” said Lisa. “What if I don’t want to get up?”
“You have to get up,” said Jenna.
“Why?”
“Because…” Jenna started to say something. Mark felt the relief of Lisa lifting her nude butt from his face. “Because…” Jenna continued. “I want to sit on his face.” She laughed as she pushed Lisa aside. Mark saw Jenna’s skirt float over his face, he watched the familiar triangle of panty slightly covering twin fleshy mounds as she sat down on his face.
“They aren’t playing by the rules,” Mark thought to himself. He only managed a couple breaths between getting crushed under Lisa’s bare butt and Jenna lowering her own ass to his face. He was supposed to get a three minute break. “Dammit!” he thought. He could smother to death being treated like that. He put his hands around Jenna’s firm fanny and tried to push her off.
“You know, Lisa,” Jenna said to her voluptuous roommate. “I think we rented an awfully uncooperative cushion.”
Mark pushed upwards until Jenna’s ass was a few inches above his face. “Get off me!” he croaked.
Jenna got up slowly, as if teasing him.
“Okay… You girls know the rules. Three minutes. I get three minutes between face sits.”
“We were just playing with you,” Jenna told him. “Don’t get so bent out of shape.”
“I think his nose is already bent out of shape,” said Lisa and laughed.
Mark felt his nose. It probably was bent out of shape after three weeks of it getting sat on. He felt anger welling up inside him. “Maybe we should call this whole thing off. And what about your mother, Jenna? Why did you tell your mom you’ve been plopping your butt all over me?”
“Guess you don’t know my mom,” said Jenna, grinning. “She’s an open-minded woman. She’s looking forward to sitting on you…and my sister, Michelle, too.”
“Oh that’s fine,” said Mark, sarcastically. “Why don’t you invite the whole world in here to see the couch freak.”
“I’m twenty years old,” said Jenna. “And my sister Michelle is only a year younger. We do what we want.”
Mark envisioned Jenna’s mother. Jenna was a very beautiful girl, he thought. Maybe her mother was, too. But women have a tendency to gain weight as they get older. He imagined a two hundred pounder eclipsing his view as she lowered her massive behind to his face. He started to express his concern to Jenna. “I don’t think your mom should be sitting on my---.” Jenna shoved a photo into his face. The photo showed a strikingly lovely blonde woman sitting next to a younger girl with brown hair. Both were sitting on a bench next to a pool, their lovely legs crossed sexily, their small waists curving out to shapely hips, their perfect breasts pushing at thin tank tops.
“Mom looks good for 42, don’t you think?” said Jenna. “That’s Michelle sitting next to her.”
Mark stared at the photo. So that was Jenna’s mom and sister. Man, he wanted to be that bench they had planted their lovely butts on. The thought that they might be sitting on him just like they were sitting on the bench tingled his groin.
“I guess it would be okay,” he said, meekly.
The weekend couldn’t come soon enough for Mark. He envisioned himself as the bench in the photo Jenna showed him. Inanimate objects have all the fun, he told himself. That bench didn’t have to worry about being crushed or smothered to death. It just waited for females like Jenna’s sexy mom and her sister Michelle to walk over and plop their butts on it. He recalled the hypnotic session when Jenna and Lisa sat on him so casually because they didn’t know he was a person. To them, Mark was Giggles, the inflatable clown, and they seated themselves upon him the same way Jenna’s mom and sister had sat on the bench.
Early Saturday afternoon Jenna was wearing a sun dress. She had just sat down on Mark’s face, smothering him under a bikini panty clad butt when the door bell rang. Her round ass lifted off him, sundress following it as she got up and rushed to the door.
“Mom!... Michelle!” she excitedly greeted them with hugs. Mark gazed over at his newest potential sitters. Jenna’s weekend visitors looked the same as in the photo. Her mother was wearing a form fitting white skirt and pink top. Her sister Michelle had on cut off blue jeans that hugged the firm lobes of her ass. Both women were visions of female loveliness. They each had small suitcases indicating a typical weekend visit.
“I can’t wait to see your couch,” said Michelle, giggling.
Jenna walked with them over to the couch where Mark lay.
“Here it is,” said Jenna, proudly. “A couch with a human couch cushion.”
Jenna’s mom and sister gazed down, curiously, at Mark. Mark looked up and grinned.
“And you really sit on him?” Michelle asked her sister.
“That’s what he’s here for,” answered Jenna. After three weeks of using him as a couch cushion, the tone of her voice was more like: “Why not? He’s part of the couch.”
“Okaaaaay,” said Michelle. She sat down carefully on his chest, letting her weight gradually settle down on him, her denim covered butt and tanned thighs pressing uncomfortably into his chest. “I don’t want to squish you,” she told Mark.
“Sit on his face,” Michelle,” urged Jenna.
“Oh, I couldn’t,” said Michelle, blushing.
“I will,” said Jenna’s mom. She stood next to where his head was on the couch. “If you’re going to be a couch cushion, you’re going to get your face sat on.” Her voice was assertive, unlike Michelle’s hesitancy. Mark was looking forward to watching her magnificent ass descend to his face. Yet at the same time he was a little concerned about her insistence in using him exactly the way she would a cushion. She weighed no more than Jenna, but he wondered if Jenna had informed her mom of the time limit.
“Move over a little honey,” She nudged Michelle. Michelle slid her ass more towards his stomach. Jenna’s mom stood with her back to Mark, a feminine ringed hand smoothing the back of her skirt tighter into her buttocks, accentuating each curve of the womanly flesh the skirt was supposed to conceal. “So… How are you doing in school?” She asked Jenna.”
“Oh, fine,” replied Jenna.
“You and Lisa have a lovely apartment,” remarked her mom. “I especially like the couch.”
Mark stared up at the woman’s legs and butt. He knew she was going to sit on his face, and the promise of it excited him. Suddenly, her knees bent, her butt became a round moon with white fabric stretched tight about it. She was about half way to her fleshy seat. Her skirt had ridden up enough to display the underside of tanned thighs. She turned. Mark stared up her torso to a face that seemed indifferent to him as a human being. Then her torso disappeared, and his vision was blocked out by her descending round fanny. Her butt connected with his face, smothering it beneath her as she sat on him full weight.
“Oh, mom,” said Michelle, giggling.
“What?” Her mom replied. “He’s a couch cushion. He’s here to be sat on.” She crossed her legs and continued conversing with her daughters as if Mark wasn’t smothering beneath her. “And where is your roommate, Lisa?” She asked.
“Shopping,” Mark heard the reply. “She should be back soon.”
“That was a long ride,” her mom said, sighing. “I could just sit here all day.” She shifted her butt around, making herself more comfortable atop his tortured face. Mark was amazed at the ease in which she had adapted to such unusual circumstances. She was acting like he really was an inanimate thing, simply a seat for her gorgeous butt, a part of the couch she could rest her entire weight on without regard to his suffering. Mark knew from experience when a minute of facesitting had passed. He was running out of air. He pushed at her hips, trying to raise her up.
“What’s he doing?” She asked.
“I think he wants you to get up off his face, mom,” said Michelle, amused.
“Oh, I forgot to tell you about the one minute rule,” he heard Jenna say.
“One minute?” said her mom. “ I only get to sit on his face for a minute? I just got comfortable.” There was an irritation in her voice. This was a woman who was enjoying her dominance over him.
“Hmmm,” her mom considered. She slowly rose up from his squashed face. “Well you certainly don’t make a very good couch cushion if I can only sit on your face for a minute,” she told Mark.
“Sorry,” he apologized. “…Guess it’s a habit I have…It’s called breathing.”
“You have three minutes,” Jenna’s voice was stern. “Three minutes to catch your breath. Michelle wants to sit on your face.” She looked at her sister and chuckled.
“I do not,” said Michelle, emphatically. She got up from her perch on his chest. “I don’t think he wants my butt on his face,” she said, incredulously.
“Sure he does,” answered Jenna. “Don’t you, Mark…I mean…Cushion.”
Mark tried to speak between gasps of precious air. “I’m…getting…paid to do this,” he gasped. He didn’t want to convey to them his obsession for getting face sat.
“That’s right,” said Jenna. “Lisa and I are paying his part of the apartment rent to let us sit on him—on his face, if we want.”
Michelle giggled. “A human couch cushion…” she thought a moment and grinned. Maybe I’ll sit on your face later,” she told Mark. The three women took their suitcases into Jenna’s room. After Mark caught the breath that had been denied under her mothers’ firm ass, he was enjoying the idea of Michelle sitting on his face. Here was a beautiful girl with a sexy ass and long shapely legs…often the kind of girl he fantasized sitting on his face. But she was still—unlike her mom—trying to get used to the idea of using him as something to sit on. If she does, thought Mark. It would be a major turn on.
He lay on the couch, staring up at the ceiling, imagining Michelle sitting on his face when he heard Jenna’s bedroom door open. Michelle came out of the room alone. She walked close to the couch where he lay, threw a curious glance down at him, then proceeded to the T.V. remote. She stood close to the couch, changing channels on the T.V. and stopped at one of the movies channels. Then Mark saw her legs approaching the couch where his head was. She faced him and looked down, and expression of concern on her face. Mark looked up the length of her legs to where they met with the cut off jean shorts, then further up to her perky breasts straining at a striped tank top. Michelle was average height, but she towered over him. He felt exhilarated that she might decide to sit right on his face.
“I could hurt you,” she said, concerned.
“Just part of the job,” said Mark, flippantly.
“Are you sure you want my butt on your face,” she asked.
“Just part of the job,” he repeated, trying to conceal the woody that was trying to get out of his pants.
“I could really sit on you,” she added, still waiting for some negative response from him. Mark remained quiet, enjoying the moment immensely. The next moments seemed to be in slow motion. He watched her turn around. He watched her knees bend and butt rounding as she started it’s descent to his upturned, excited face. The denim fabric of her jean shorts hugged each lobe of her tanned ass. Her butt overwhelmed his vision and then connected with his face. The couch beneath him groaned a little as she allowed her entire weight to crush down and smother his face deep into her young womanliness.
“I’ve been waiting to watch this movie for a long time,” She said, as if talking to herself. She crossed her legs and shifted her butt around, painfully, on his head. Her only acknowledgement of him even being beneath her was the crackling of the egg timer being set. She shifted her butt some more and crossed the other leg—this time leaving him an eye open while the rest of her ass smothered his face. The view of one slightly elevated thigh to where it met with the other leg it was draped over thrilled him. Her flesh was hot and heavy on him. He felt completely dominated He wished he could be sat on all day like that, but his body betrayed him. He was, as usual, reminded that he was a vulnerable human being who had to breathe.
“Oh, look at Michelle,” said Jenna’s mother.
“Like you say, mom,” said Michelle. “He’s a couch cushion so I sat on his face.” A few moments later the timer went off. She released her oppressive weight from his face and looked down at him. This time, he noticed a new kind of indifference in her brown eyes—the kind of indifference a woman has to a lowly seat. Mark remarked to himself that the act of actually sitting on his face seemed to bring out in women a superior attitude towards him. He’d seen it in his roommates, and now with Michelle.
“Have you seen this movie, Jenna?” Michelle asked.
“I don’t think so,” replied her sister. She gazed at the T.V. a few moments. But then, without thinking, she plopped down on Mark’s gasping face. “It looks like a good movie,” she commented. Jenna sat on his face a few moments before she realized Michelle had just sat on it. “Oh,” she said, and got up. “The one thing wrong with you, Cushion, she addressed Mark, “is that we can’t sit on you as long as we want.”
The three females gathered together, arms folded, silently watching the second hand of their watches. When three minutes were up, all three of them casually walked over to the couch. “I’m gonna sit on his chest this time,” said the mom. She slapped her heavy ass down hard on his chest and air whooshed out of him. Jenna sat on his legs. Michelle gazed down at him a moment and said: “Well… I guess there isn’t any place left for me to sit but right—on—your—face,” she emphasized each word. The combination of her changed attitude towards him and the promise that, again, he was going to be smothered under the most sexy butt he’d ever seen excited him to the point that he thought his woody was going to poke right into one of the women atop him. Michelle sat down on his face harder this time. His head disappeared into a world of denim covered ass. He wished Michelle would put on a skirt when she sat on his face. A panty clad butt would reveal more than even the jean shorts she was wearing.
Mark remained crushed under the three of them for the full minute. After the short rest period, Jenna stood with her back to him. She stood so close to the couch he could look straight up her dress to her lovely bottom clad in green panties.
“He can look up your dress,” said Michelle, giggling.
“So?” Replied Jenna. “He’s only a couch cushion.” She took the hem of her colorful sun dress and gave it a flip over his face as she lowered her butt to him. He loved it when Jenna often sat on him that way. To him, it was like circumventing social taboos—a kind of naughty thing he could get away with. To Jenna, though, he knew it was an act of domination to make him smell her panty clad butt. Jenna lifted one cheek of her ass and passed some gas right into his face. The others heard it and laughed.
“Well...,” said their mom. “That’s what he gets for being a couch cushion.”
He heard someone at the door. While he remained smothered under Jenna’s ass he heard Lisa’s voice. “Hi,” she said. “You must be Jenna’s mom and… You must be Michelle.” “Yes,” replied Jenna, getting up off his face. She introduced Lisa to her mom and sister. Jenna was carrying a couple of shopping bags. She was wearing yellow shorts and flip flop sandals.
“I see you’ve met Cushion,” said Lisa.
“He’s fun to sit on,” said Michelle.
Lisa flip flopped over to the end of the couch where his head was. “I found the cutest skirt!” she exclaimed. She put the sacks down and bent over to search through them. Her round ass hovered over his face. Lisa had gotten so used to sitting on him, she didn’t think twice about crushing him under her fanny while she showed them the clothing she’d bought. She’d also forgotten to set the timer and remained seated on his face until he flailed his arms in desperation. She got up off his face and continued showing the others some items as if she hadn’t just sat on a living person.
The foursome decided to go out to lunch. They disappeared into a couple of bedrooms for awhile. When they returned to the living room, the first thing Mark noticed was that Michelle had changed into a mini-skirt. She walked straight over to Mark and told him: “I’m going to sit on your face.” It was the most beautiful words he could have imagined hearing. She stood with her back to him a moment. He gazed up the underling of her skirt to behold a magnificent butt clad in pink bikini panties. She made no attempt at modesty. Instead, she grabbed the hem of her skirt—as she’d seen her sister do—gave it a backward flip over his noggin and he found himself engulfed in her earthy smelling ass. It was a fantasy come true. The pain of her sitting full weight on his face didn’t seem to matter. She was treating him more like an inanimate seat now than a person.
As the weekend progressed, Mark got sat on a lot. The four women used the length of his body as a lowly seat cushion. He never knew who was going to sit where on him. Jenna’s mom loved to sit on his face—as did Michelle. By the time Jenna’s mother and sister were ready to depart, their perception of him as a human being had nearly dissolved. They conversed with each other and joked around as if Mark wasn’t even on the couch. They sat heavily on him with complete abandon—often forgetting to set the timer. Mark spent the entire weekend fighting for air. Though during the time off he had a part of the arrangement, he couldn’t wait to take his place back on the couch—waiting for the next lovely bottom to use him for what he was to them: a simple couch cushion.
The End