Mrs. 'Ted'

Hi, everyone.  I've never posted before, but you might feel like you
know me.  I understand that my little hubby, BC, posts his fantasy
stories here sometimes.  He was a little embarrassed when I caught him
writing another of his little stories the other night.  I guess he'll
post it here when he gets it done.

Now, I don't really get a lot out of all that face sitting and
smothering stuff, but I understand how he likes it... you might even say
he 'craves' it.  So I'm going to tell you all about the last time I did
it for him.

So, we were laying there in bed, kind of cuddling, when he asked me to
smother him.  Now, usually, I get a little upset when he does this.  He
knows how I feel about it, and I'll do it when I want to, but I hate to
be pressured into doing things.  You know what I mean.  So when he said
it, I kind of got a little mad.  I looked him in the eye, and asked him
if that was what he really wanted.  He said yes, he really wanted it
bad.

I told him to lie down on his back, and to scootch towards the foot of
the bed a little, then I climbed up on his chest, kneeling with my knees
right in his armpits.  I asked him again, if he was SURE that he wanted
me to do it.  He wanted it so bad, he was actually shaking.  Now, I have
to tell you, that when I usually sit on his face, I'm nude, so he can
lick my pussy while he's down there.  But this time, I hadn't taken off
my panties and I wasn't about to.

I kind of sat back on his chest, so I could lift my knees up and scoot
them forwards.  I have to say that I'm a little heavy, about 220 pounds
(comes from having four children, you know), and I was kind of
compressing his chest with my weight, so it was hard for him to take in
a breath.  As I brought my legs down over his shoulders, I took the
weight back off his chest and he could breathe again.

So now I was kind of holding myself over his face, letting him see my
crotch and my tight satin panties covering my pussy.  I asked him one
more time if he REALLY wanted me to smother him.  I could barely hear
his answer, but it was something like yes, please.  I let myself down
slightly, so I was barely touching him.  His nose was nestled into my
muff, and I could feel his hot breath on my crotch.

Slowly, I increased the pressure, letting my weight go from my knees to
his face.  It didn't take much to block his mouth entirely, and he had
to breathe through his nose, which was pressed into my muff.  I could
tell it was hard for him, but I didn't care.  It was time to make him
pay.

"Are you smothering?" I asked.  He made a kind of mmmphhing noise, but I
could still hear and feel him breathing through his nose.  I pushed
forwards, just a bit, and his breathing stopped.  He just laid there for
a few moments, probably no more than ten or fifteen seconds, and I think
he was actually enjoying himself.  But then, he started to run out of
air.

First, I felt him kind of wiggle a bit.  Like he was just trying to pull
away from me.  I was ready for that, though, and kept up the pressure,
keeping his nose tightly pressed against me.  A few more seconds went
by, and he started trying to turn his head to the side.  I quickly
grabbed his hair, holding his head face up and pulling him in even
tighter.

After a few more seconds, he started to struggle harder, reaching up
with his hands, trying to pull against my thighs.  Of course, there was
no way he could move me like that.  He just couldn't get any leverage.
That didn't stop him from trying, though, as he grabbed frantically at
my thighs.

Next, he moved his hands around towards my butt.  I think he was going to
try to push me forwards, since he wasn't able to pull me back.  My feet
were kind of hooked over his shoulders, and he really couldn't get his
arms around in front of his body, so he couldn't get any leverage that
way, either.  His hands came around again, and he started pulling and
hitting at my thighs again.  He was thrashing his whole body around,
now, trying anything to break the seal over his mouth and nose.

He finally managed to lever me up off his mouth by twisting his legs out
to the side and pushing his top half around.  He didn't get me up very
much, but enough to break the seal over his mouth just slightly.  He
gasped rapidly against my pussy, heaving his chest trying to get as much
air as possible.  After a few seconds, though, his legs must have been
getting tired, because I felt myself drop down into contact with his
face again.

The sounds of his frantic breathing stopped again as my pussy pressed
back down onto his mouth.  I heard a muffled mmphing sound, as he
struggled to lift me again.  He managed to break the seal again a few
times, but couldn't keep me off his face for very long (he must have
been getting very tired by this time).  As he struggled to lift me, I
heard him gasp out "... no ... mmmph ... more ... mmph ... can't ...
mmmmph ... air ... mmmph ...."

Now, I have to say that by this time, I was starting to feel a little
sorry for him.  But as I thought about releasing him, I remembered how I
feel each time he asks me to smother him, or promises to do something
for me if I'll just sit on his face, or makes a bet with me about
something where his prize is "twenty minutes."  And thinking about that
just made me more committed to sticking it out just a few more seconds.

I noticed that his muffled attempts to talk had stopped.  When he was
able to lift or shift me, which was less and less frequently and for
shorter periods each time, he was just gasping for air, trying to keep
breathing.

Okay, I'm a softy.  I let go of his hair and swung my leg over, getting
off of his face.  He was just lying there, gasping, panting, trying to
catch his breath.  I leaned over and asked him if he wanted me to
smother him again.  He looked at me, kind of glassy eyed, and gasped out
"... maybe later."  The man is just incurable!

Anyway, I hope you all liked that.  You probably wont see much from me,
but I might check in from time to time.

"C" Ted