Yes, I somehow managed to survive my latest get-together with Amanda…although more than 10 days later, I am still
feeling some residual aches and pains. But don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining – the entire experience, while brutally punishing, was undeniably AWESOME! Looking forward to reliving it all once the vids are ready.
As Amanda has already noted, she surprised me right before our session by telling me that her 265-pound Amazon friend Lexi (www.lethallexi.com
) was joining us. I had already been trembling with anticipation (and, as always, a little bit of fear) of being under Amanda’s magnificent ass once again, but this unexpected news really
made my heart palpitate. Being under the devastating pressure of Amanda’s pulverizing posterior is breathtaking enough (as others here can attest)…but how would I do with a second
BBW adding her ample ass to the equation? Would I be able to take it without passing out? Would there be anything left of me when they finally decided to get off?
I knew that once I was beneath them, with 640 pounds of intense pressure bearing down on me, I’d be completely
at their mercy. No way to escape. No way to breathe. Just their huge Amazon asses pancaking me with their full weight behind them, and my poor body going flatter and flatter every second, as I struggled to raise my chest enough to get even a gasp of air.
As always, however, I threw caution to the wind, as a good little seat cushion does. I knew that I was incredibly lucky to even be in this position…and that was the thought that literally saved me throughout this ordeal…the little mantra I kept telling myself whenever the pressure became too great, whenever my lungs could no longer strain to breathe, and whenever I felt myself inexorably falling into that dark, bottomless pit…
Seeing Amanda is always a treat, as she is even more gorgeous, sexy and physically imposing in person than you might expect. I’m a decent-sized guy, but next to her I feel like an insect that she could crush to a pulp without the slightest effort. As usual, she greeted me with one of her warm, all-encompassing hugs (and she does give GREAT hugs), and after some quick catching-up, she continued to get herself ready for our little “adventure.”
I soon found out that Lexi’s participation was only part
of the surprise, however….What really
put the fear into me was when Amanda casually said that the two of them would be sitting on me in their JEANS.
I don’t have to explain to veterans of the crush/smother scene the ramifications of what this meant…but for any newcomers who may be reading this, it’s perhaps the most unforgiving thing you can wear when sitting on somebody. By their very nature, jeans are rough and rugged, designed to be form-fitting with very little or no give at all in the material. Being facesat by a woman in jeans can be an extremely
painful and arduous experience, with potential consequences including a bloody or even broken nose. Being facesat by a 375 pound Amazon goddess
in jeans is perhaps the most brutal facesitting experience a human can endure, especially when said Amazon loves
dishing out the punishment as Amanda does. So imagine what it must be like having this jeans-wearing Amazon goddess facesit you while another
BBW in jeans sits full-weight on your chest!
Well, I didn’t have to imagine it…but I did
have to survive it. I laid down on the sofa as I was told and Lexi seated her full, round ass comfortably on my chest. We started off with a long round of photos of this sumptuous goddess sitting squarely atop me, full-weight, with Lexi switching positions every so often. I’m used to being under big, powerful Amazon women (heck—I married one), so Lexi’s 265 pounds wasn’t hard to take…at first. But after being under her for a long round of photos with no reprieve, I was starting to have some breathing difficulty. Of course, having her full ass engulfing my face may have had a little something to do with that. ;-)
Things only got harder, though, when Amanda decided to join the action for some more photos. Lexi, who had gone back to chest-sitting me, again shifted her butt to my face so Amanda could get comfy on my chest and stomach, and suddenly I realized that I may have signed up for more than I had bargained for. For what seemed like an eternity, the ladies made me suffer under their cruel Amazon asses as dozens of pictures were taken – and when I say suffer
, I truly mean it (in a masochistically good way ;-). I soon learned that it’s not only torturous being facesat by a woman in jeans, but it also makes a big difference when they are on sitting on your stomach and chest in jeans, as Amanda was doing to me. The jeans erase any trace of softness or plushness that a woman’s posterior naturally has – instead, it’s like being crushed under an unforgiving boulder, or a human wrecking ball.
After a while, Amanda suggested that they switch positions on my poor body…I think she felt like she was getting the short end of the stick and wanted to punish my head and face, which is exactly what she did. Amanda didn’t hold anything back as her powerful ass clamped down on my skull, and I actually heard crackling sounds coming from the bones in my head and neck—a most disconcerting sound, I must say. I knew that my nose would snap like a twig under such intense pressure, so I tried to turn my head to the side and managed to save it from a direct impact, but otherwise it did me very little good. The pressure on my head was agonizing, and I could feel my pulse pounding in my temples like they were going to explode, but I knew Amanda was enjoying my suffering. I don’t even know if my muffled cries could be heard from beneath her ample ass.
Meanwhile, Lexi had made herself comfortable on my torso, I think with her legs over Amanda’s lap to intensify the pressure – but I was hardly aware of what was happening on top of me. I just kept reminding myself how lucky I was, as if repeating this often enough might save me. For a while there, I thought they might actually make me pass out, but finally I was granted a momentary reprieve.
They also took pictures of Lexi kneeling on my chest, which was already feeling extremely sore. Then Amanda joined her, kneeling on the lower part of my body. It felt like she was going to snap my legs with her weight. Then the two of them teamed up again for some intense crushing and smothering on my face and chest. At this point, things really started to get fuzzy, as their combined 640 pounds was completely depriving me of air. I know that Lexi tried to climb on Amanda’s shoulders as Amanda sat firmly on my chest with her full 375 pounds. And I distinctly remember the two of them bouncing on me, feeling like my chest was going to collapse, and then hearing the unmistakable “CRACK!” of the sleeper sofa giving way beneath the intense pressure. If their combined weight was too much for a sturdy, wood-frame sleeper sofa, what would it do to my ribcage?
After the photos had been shot, Amanda ordered me onto the cold, hard tile floor. I thought the pounding they had given me on the sofa was brutal and painful…but I hadn’t felt anything
yet. For roughly the next 20 to 30 minutes, the ladies crushed my bones and smothered my face against the completely unyielding surface, switching places, bouncing their breathtaking bottoms on me, and causing me to groan, gasp, scream and yield like I had never done before. I’m afraid that my words are completely inadequate to describe what it felt like being under their combined 640 pounds, with no cushion beneath me and nowhere to squirm to. My chest was on fire with the searing pain, and I simply couldn’t take it. But take it I did – a lot longer than the human body should. I just kept thinking of how lucky I was to be beneath these two amazon goddesses, and that’s what kept me going.
The pinnacle of pressure came when Amanda sat full weight on my chest, and then Lexi climbed up onto her shoulders. Their overwhelming weight compressed my chest to just a few inches against the hard tile floor, and it felt like my spine might snap. I remember Amanda looking down at me with a smile as I struggled desperately to breathe, to speak, to do anything that might let them know that I couldn’t take the pressure and was going to pass out. I heard Amanda say something like, “He’s really
not breathing now…”
Somehow, I must have managed to gasp that it was too much, because Amanda replied with something like, “We went to all this trouble to get into this position, so we’re not
getting off yet.” I was absolutely 100% breathless, and starting to get extremely woozy very fast. I felt panic begin to set in. I was sure I was going to pass out this time…but right before I did, Amanda and Lexi relented and got off.
This was when I made a serious tactical mistake…I thought Amanda was going to jump right back on my chest, so I pointed to Lexi and mumbled something like, “No, her…” I was trying to choose the lesser of two Amazons weight-wise, to give myself a much-needed break (never mind the irony of considering a 265-pound women sitting on my chest and face a ‘break’. But it truly does seem like one after being under Amanda). But Amanda wasn’t happy when I said that, and immediately plopped her ass back down on my chest hard, and proceeded to brutally bounce on me until I pleaded with her to stop. Which she eventually did, only to have Lexi take her place and proceed to repeatedly bash my poor chest with her ass, and then totally smother my face as I feebly struggled beneath her.
The coup de grace
was when Lexi tried to stand on my chest and stomach, but at that point, I was hurting so bad I could not endure it for more than maybe 10 seconds. After the pummeling my chest had just taken, her bare feet made me yelp in pain and twist so suddenly that she almost fell off of me (sorry, Lexi!)
By the time the two of them were done, I had been bashed, battered, smothered and crushed to a complete pulp. I was in so much pain that I could hardly move. My chest felt like I was having a coronary, my face and nose like I had been sucker-punched a hundred times, my neck was on fire, my back was killing me from the hard floor, my stomach was totally aching, and even my legs and feet hurt. But I was still alive and breathing. I had endured the honor and privilege of being used as a seat cushion by these two GORGEOUS Amazons, and I knew that I’d be feeling the impact of their luscious asses on my body for many more days.
What I didn’t
know was that after Amanda gave me a big hug goodbye, I would go home and my own Amazon wife (~260 pounds) would brutally sit on me as well, and torture my aching ribcage with prolonged, full-weight sits as she watched TV, and some crushing butt-drops that almost cracked a rib due to the wood bar of the sofa beneath me. I thought I was going to end up in the hospital, for sure. And that night, I hardly slept a wink because no matter how I positioned myself, I was in absolute agony.
But I also knew that I was one lucky sonofabitch…and that despite all of my suffering (or more likely because of it), I was absolutely LOVING it!