I Sat Under the Mature Woman’s Heavy Ass

It was 4 p.m. the next day when Lauren saw Jessica again. She sat at another table with two other women. Lauren had not seen the hazel-eyed woman arrive. How had that happened when she had been longing every moment to see her? Jessica might be ready to leave, Lauren thought. A near disaster, and all of her own making. She froze at the edge of the outdoor cafe patio in downtown Phoenix, heart hammering while she watched Jessica laugh with her friends. The Arizona heat pressed down, sweat already slicking the backs of Lauren’s thin thighs, and she realized she had been staring too long. Every inch of her body screamed to turn away, yet her feet carried her forward anyway.

Though I only met this lady a day ago, Lauren thought, I almost worship her. I do worship her. How had the woman taken such command of her heart? Slowly, in stops and starts, she made her way toward Jessica’s table. She stayed intensely aware of the nervous, insecure figure she presented, shoulders hunched, arms crossed tight over her small tits. The concrete burned through her sandals. She could smell coffee and sunscreen on the breeze, hear the low rumble of traffic on the nearby interstate, but none of it mattered compared to the pull of Jessica’s presence.

Seated Without Welcome

Jessica turned her way and met her eyes briefly, with no expression. She clicked her fingers and pointed to the empty seat to her right. In almost the same motion she turned her attention back to her two companions. Lauren felt very conscious of Jessica’s shapely thigh next to her thin one. Jessica’s leg stayed relaxed while Lauren longed to jiggle her own legs up and down. The contact sent heat straight between her legs. She shifted, pussy already growing damp against her cotton panties, and tried not to moan at the simple pressure of another woman’s body so close.

Time went by. Jessica did not turn her way. Was Lauren welcome there at all? Jessica had not smiled at her. Perhaps she had only invited Lauren to sit with her out of politeness and wished in fact that she would excuse herself and disappear. Had Lauren misread things entirely? It would not be the first time she had done so. Her mind raced with every insecure thought she had ever carried, yet her cunt throbbed harder with each passing minute of silent dismissal.

Then she felt hands on her shoulders, soft and heavy, and the scent of a female body. Turning, she encountered the face of a woman who looked fifty or a little older. Foundation covered her open-pored skin heavily. Her hair was dyed coal black to match her mascara. Her lower eyelids sagged. Her eyes themselves were a staring pale blue. The older woman’s perfume mixed with sweat, thick and musky, and Lauren’s nipples tightened under her thin top.

“Helga,” Jessica said, turned toward the new woman.

“Hello, my lovely,” the woman replied. Her hands stayed firmly down on Lauren’s shoulders. And now at last Jessica gazed upon Lauren. Again came the spark of complacent amusement she had shown her the day before. It was amazing. This Jessica had a way of engulfing her, of taking ownership of her, at no effort to herself. The silent glance lasted only a moment, but to Lauren it felt like a moment granted by a goddess. Her pussy clenched, slick wetness soaking through her panties.

“I’ll let Helga have you for a while,” Jessica then told her, smiling faintly.

“Up,” Helga told her, with quiet authority. Lauren began to rise. To help the process, Helga’s strong hands took hold of Lauren’s slender upper arms and continued to grip her shoulders as they stood side by side next to Jessica’s seat. Helga and Jessica exchanged farewells, but Jessica offered no goodbye to Lauren. The older woman’s grip was firm, fingers digging in just enough to promise control.

Heavy Possession

She was being physically handled by a fat middle-aged woman she had never met. Resistance flared in her, but not strongly enough to shake off the hands of Helga, who now propelled her along. Lauren’s ass swayed with each step, and she felt Helga’s eyes on the curve of her hips. Her mind spun with fear and unwanted arousal, cunt lips sliding wetly together under her skirt.

“Have you eaten? Had a drink?” Helga asked.

“Over an hour ago.”

“Good.”

The sunlight did this woman no favors, Lauren thought. Late middle-aged, vaguely Goth with her heavy makeup and shapeless black dress, she was meant for the shadows. But her body was thicker and heavier than Lauren had realized at first. And stronger. Watching those wide thighs carry the woman forward, Lauren was suddenly glad they were in a public place where she could scream if needed. This looked more and more like a crude lesbian thing. If Jessica had indeed pimped her out, she would soon buck up. Still, she did not look forward to a confrontation with this Helga and hoped it would all turn out all right. Perhaps Helga was simply going to explain what was happening and Lauren would be introduced to an intriguing, if older, social set. Yet her nipples stayed hard, and her pussy kept dripping.

She was taken into a small, empty courtyard bordered by flowering vines, with one backless concrete bench. A charming place for a secret tryst or a one-sided lesbian advance. Lauren had never considered herself same-sex attracted, though Jessica had affected her at a deep level she would need time to process and explore. But Helga! Lauren braced for any attempt at a kiss. Revolting thought. Yet Helga did not try to kiss her. Instead she picked her up effortlessly and laid her face-up upon the bench. The older woman’s hands slid under Lauren’s ass, squeezing the small cheeks before dropping her down. Lauren’s skirt rode up, exposing soaked panties.

Now was the time to scream, but she did not. Instead, frozen, she waited for events to unfold. Helga stood next to her, turned around, collected her dress, and sat on Lauren’s chest and stomach. Instantly the air left her lungs. Helga’s weight was overwhelming. Crushing. One buttock covered her entire chest, the other her abdomen. The massive ass cheeks spread over Lauren’s small tits, pressing the nipples flat, while the heat of Helga’s pussy radiated through thin fabric straight onto Lauren’s sternum. The smell of sweat and cunt filled her nose.

Still stunned, she watched the big woman toss back her hair. Soon, Lauren thought, she would die. She did not die. After the first shock she found she could still take some air into her lungs, though she did not know how. Speech was impossible and screaming was out of the question. Her left arm was pinned under Helga’s huge thighs. Her right was still free, but its feeble movements only underlined her impotence. Lauren laid a frail hand on the back of the woman’s solid left haunch. The flesh was hot, damp with sweat, and she could feel the muscles flex.

“That’s good,” Helga said. “Leave your hand there, lovely.”

Lauren did leave it there. Under this woman’s overwhelming weight it was as though her life, her future, now depended on Helga and Helga alone. “Lovely”? That meant, the girl hoped, she was not being murdered and that she had a future after all. Helga grew no lighter. It was as if she had settled on Lauren forever. But the fear left the girl, replaced by the same sort of contentment she had experienced with Jessica on her lap, only now it was magnified. Somehow all that woman-weight crushed down and annihilated the anxiety and embarrassment that had been plaguing her. It was almost as though she belonged here, squashed under Helga’s fat, spreading ass. Her own pussy throbbed untouched, slick juices running down her thighs.

As though sensing her thought, Helga reached down and ruffled her thin blonde hair. Lauren was intensely aware of the added weight from Helga’s left buttock coming down painfully onto her chest, but she was also aware of relief allowed to her stomach region as the woman’s right buttock lifted a little. Lauren also knew things were different for Helga, who had no weight crushing her down, merely the sensation of sitting on and squashing the torso of a thin young girl. How would that feel? It was unimaginable. The pressure on her tits made her cunt clench and drip harder.

“I love to squash frail things like you,” the big woman said. “I love it, and I need it. What you don’t realize yet is that you are a natural seat for women like me. That is why I’m not getting off you any time soon.” She sighed, hands on her thighs. “How clever of Jessica to find you,” she went on. “She has the gift. She loves to sit on people too, little one. Though the proportions are all wrong between you and her. You’re meant for someone like me.” She patted Lauren’s shoulder. “You don’t know what a privilege it was for someone as inconsequential as you to gain the attention of Jessica.”

Lauren’s vision blurred at the edges. The relentless weight ground her ribs, forcing shallow breaths that only pushed her small tits deeper into the smothering ass cheeks. Heat bloomed between her own legs, pussy lips swollen and soaked, clit throbbing with every tiny shift of Helga’s hips. She felt the older woman’s cunt grow warmer through the layers of fabric, a slick dampness that matched her own. Helga rocked once, slow and deliberate, and the motion dragged heavy flesh across Lauren’s nipples. A low moan escaped her throat. Her free hand clutched tighter at the thick haunch above her, fingers sinking into soft, sweaty skin. Helga chuckled, the vibration traveling straight down into Lauren’s chest.

“Feel that, girl? Your little body was made to be sat on.” Helga’s voice dropped lower. “Jessica knew it the moment she saw you. Now you’re mine to crush until you come apart.” She shifted again, spreading her ass wider so one cheek pressed directly over Lauren’s left breast while the other pinned her stomach. The pressure on her ribs stole another breath, yet her cunt pulsed harder, juices soaking the bench beneath her ass. Lauren’s hips jerked upward on instinct, seeking friction she could not reach. Helga noticed and ground down harder, laughing softly. “That’s it. Get wet for me. Let that pussy drip while I own every inch of you.”

The orgasm built fast and brutal. Lauren’s thighs trembled, toes curling inside her sandals. Her free hand slid higher, gripping the curve where Helga’s ass met thigh, desperate for something to hold. Pressure mounted behind her clit until it burst. She came with a choked gasp, cunt clenching around nothing, hot fluid pulsing out to wet her inner thighs and the concrete. Her whole body shook under the crushing weight, tits mashed flat, nipples aching with the friction. Helga stayed seated, riding out the spasms, one hand stroking Lauren’s hair while the girl shuddered through the aftershocks. Only when Lauren’s breathing slowed did Helga ease the pressure slightly, still not rising.

“Good girl,” Helga murmured. “Jessica will be pleased.”