pinned at the party

by midnite writer
charlie picks on the wrong girl and pays the price
It was the 4th of July, and the party at the lake was in full swing. They'd been
coming here to celebrate this summer holiday ever since their High School days,
and despite the many different cities they'd all drifted off to in the intervening
years, they all tried to meet here once a year on the 4th. Since they came from a
small town where all the kids knew each other, the party attendees ranged from
about 20-30 years old.
By late afternoon there were about 30 people there, and Charlie was starting to
get a little drunk. He was 25 years old and one of the few who still lived in Town.
After High School he'd gone to work at his Uncle's body shop.
Charlie was short and on the skinny side. At 5'6' and about 140 pounds he'd
survived High School by being obnoxious and pretending to be a tough guy.
Fortunately he'd hung around with a tough crowd, and they'd always served as
his bodyguards when his big mouth was about to get him in trouble. Charlie also
fancied himself a ladies man, and claimed to have had sex with just about every
woman in Town.
It was around 6:30pm on this bright, sunny and warm day and some of the group
was getting the grills going so they could start cooking hamburgers and hot dogs.
Charlie was drinking beer and telling a small group of younger guys all about his
legendary sexual prowess when his old girlfriend Becky approached them.
Charlie spotted her, but his attention was immediately drawn to the girl that was
walking with her. He'd never seen her before, and the sight of her actually
caused him to stop running his big mouth. She was about 5'8' tall and built like
the proverbial brick shithouse. She was wearing tight jeans that stretched over
an incredibly tight round ass and big muscular thighs. Huge breasts pushed
against a simple white T-Shirt. Her hair was long and blond, and wrapped
around a truly beautiful face. She was a babe!
Charlie remembered those times spent with Becky as good times, and was sure
that she still missed him. In reality, Becky thought of Charlie as a real asshole,
and dreaded the memories of the times they were going out.
'So Becky,' Charlie said, 'who's your good looking friend?'
'Charlie,' she responded, 'this is my friend Megan and I've told her all about
you.'
The four guys Charlie had been talking to all looked at each other and smiled as
if to say perhaps Charlie was indeed the stud he claimed to be. Charlie seized
the moment by stumbling over and wrapping his arms around Megan. 'Nice to
meet you, sweet thing. How about you and I get to know each other a little
better?
Megan didn't budge, and just let Charlie hang all over her. One of the guys said
'go Charlie,' and the group let out an audible snicker.
'Someone toss me another beer' Charlie said and soon a cold can came flying
through the air. As he reached out to catch it, Megan's hand moved in front of
him and she calmly intercepted it. 'I'll take that beer,' she said.
Charlie looked at her in disbelief. 'You better be planning to open that for me
like
a nice little girl and then handing it over,' he said.
'Actually,' she responded, 'I plan on drinking it myself.'
'Who the hell do you think you are?' Charlie said, and started to pull away from
her.
'Oh Charlie, let me answer that for you' said Becky. 'Megan is my new
roommate, and she works at the fitness center near our apartment. She also
does some wrestling on the side.'
As she was speaking, Charlie had been trying to pull away from Megan but now
instead of him having his arms wrapped around her, she suddenly had hers
wrapped around him. 'Hold MY beer, will you Becky?' she said. 'I'll take it back
in just a minute.'
At this point Megan was standing behind Charlie, and had him in a mild, yet firm
bear hug. 'What's this wrestling shit all about?' Charlie asked Becky.
As Charlie stood there he realized that Megan was not only great looking and

well built, but strong as hell besides. Becky explained to Charlie that Megan
made extra money by appearing in videos. About once a month she traveled to
a video studio where she did fully clothed mixed wrestling and boxing videos.
By now the action had attracted a little more attention, and several more people
had wandered over to see what was going on. They all recognized Charlie, and
seemed amused to see him in the position he was in.
'Allright that's enough of this bullshit' Charlie said. 'You better let me go
before I
hurt you.'
'What would you do to me, Charlie?' Megan asked.
Charlie looked around at the gathering crowd and with his traditional false
bravado, said 'I guess I could always take you out behind the bushes and add
another notch to my belt.' The younger guys all hooted and gave each other
high fives as Charlie looked at them and gave them a thumbs up. Megan subtly
released pressure on him, and allowed Charlie to break free. He turned and
faced her and said 'You may be strong for a girl, but there's no way you're a
match for old Charlie, babe, so why don't you have Becky hand that cold beer
back to me and you and I will take a little walk over to the bushes.'
'Well I'll tell you what, Charlie,' she responded. 'If you can get me to the bushes
then we'll see what happens.'
Charlie looked around at the crowd with a big smirk on his face. The alcohol in
him was making him feel pretty big, and this girl was going to help make the
legend of Charlie really grow!
'You asked for it, honey' he said and grabbed her arm. In a flash, she had him in
a headlock. Her right arm encircled his head, and twisted it so that his face was
pressed up against her gigantic right boob. It hurt like hell. She held him there
for a half minute or so, parading him around so that everyone watching could see
the position she had him in. Then she flipped him easily over her right hip and
threw him to the ground on his back. He landed with a thud, and she quickly
pounced on top of him, sitting on his chest and pinning his arms up above his
head. For a few seconds he wasn't really that worried, but when he tried to free
his arms he realized that he was no match for her strength. He struggled, but
couldn't move his arms at all. He then tried to buck her off him, but at that point
also realized that she was too heavy to move. He hadn't stopped to think about it
before, but he now realized this girl probably outweighed him by at least 20
pounds.
The crowd moved closer so they could see the action better. Charlie realized his
young friends were watching and decided to try and bluff his way out of this mess
he was in. He looked up at Megan and said 'allright bitch, you took me by
surprise and you got your fat ass on top of me but you better not even think
about letting me up because when you do I'm going to take you down and have
my way with you right in front of everyone.'
Much to his surprise, she immediately got off him and stood up.
'Hey,' she said, 'I wouldn't want anyone thinking this wasn't a fair fight. So why
don't you just get up and do what you have to do to me.'
He sat up and looked around at his friends. They weren't looking at him like he
was their hero anymore. In fact, a few of them looked nervously away.
'Someone toss me a beer' he said and someone reached down and put one in
his hand. He chugged it down, and that got a few of the people back on his side.
'Come on Charlie,' someone hollered, 'show her who's boss.'
He got up and faced her. She looked confident, and he knew deep inside that he
was in trouble. He figured his best chance was the element of surprise, and so
he suddenly charged at her, head down, and tried to tackle her. She stood her
ground, and as he got to her she guided his head in between her legs and bent
over him wrapping her arms around him. She then lifted him off the ground and
threw him right back over her head. He landed flat on his back, and had the wind
knocked out of him. He lay there gasping for breath, and she slowly walked over
and straddled him. 'Is this where you start having your way with me Charlie?'
she said in a teasing voice. Then she slowly lowered herself and sat high on his
chest. Again she grabbed his arms and pinned them up above his head, but
then she slid forward and held them in place with her knees. She was positioned
with her ass inches above his face, and everyone there knew that Charlie was in

deep trouble. Everyone expected her to sit on his face, but she said 'I'm going to
teach you a lesson Charlie, but not until you get your wind back.' So she kept
him pinned like that for a few minutes until the crowd could see that he was
starting to breath normally again. At that point, Charlie began to struggle and
as if that's what she had been waiting for, she finally lowered her ass onto his
face.
And what an ass it was! The onlookers gasped out loud as they saw her tight jean
covered buttocks just wrap around his head and make it disappear. As they saw poor
Charlie squirm and buck helplessly beneath her, they could see that he was simply
no match for her strength and bulk. She calmly and methodically wiggled her ass
around until she had a tight seal over his mouth and nose, and then rode his face
until he stopped struggling. At that point it was obvious that he couldn't breath,
and that she was smothering him. She kept him pinned like that, and after a short
while he began to struggle again frantically.
This time he wasn't trying to get away'he was just trying to get some air to breath.
But struggle as he did, there was no way he could break the seal her ass had on his
face, and he knew he was going to pass out. Suddenly, though, he felt air flow
into his lungs and realized she had lifted her ass off his face just enough to
allow him to breath.
'Now Charlie,' she said, 'we're going to play a little game. I sit on your face
and you lie there dead still and enjoy it while all these people watch me beat you.
I'll ask the crowd to count to 60, but the count only begins when you are lying
dead still and if you even move a muscle, then the count stops and doesn't start
again until you are lying still again.'
She didn't wait for an answer. She just sat right back down on his face. He
struggled for a few seconds, but he knew he was at her mercy, so he quickly let
his body go limp and motionless. He could hear the crowd start to count out loud.
He was being smothered, but knew that he only had to hold on for 60 seconds and
it would be over. As the count reached 40, Megan suddenly lifted her full weight
off his face and he could breath again. She then slid further forward, put her
hands on her hips, and just lowered herself down to the point where her asshole
was just brushing his nose. He could now breath just fine through his mouth.
The count reached 45 and she moved again, this time releasing his arms and
positioning
her feet on each side of his head. Now the only contact she had with him was her
ass
just touching his nose. He realized he could slide right out from under her, and
as the count hit 50 he made his move. He slid out from under her, and started to
get up when she leaped back on top of him, pinned him to his back again and then
moved up and sat on his face.
The crowd cheered loudly, and he realized she had lured him into a trap. As she
again crushed his face and held him helpless, he began to struggle again but then
remembered his only way out was to lie still, so he let his body go limp. As the
count reached 20, she slid backwards and off his face, but kept him in a tight
schoolgirl pin. She had his face framed between her powerful thighs, and had Becky
hand her the beer that she had taken from him a few minutes earlier. She sat on
him and drank the beer. The count reached 30. She hadn't smothered him that long
this time, so he was breathing OK. Still, just her weight alone was enough to keep
him pinned flat on his back. As the count reached 40, she announced that the beer
was warm, and she was going to get a cold one. She told him to stay still, got off
him and walked over to the cooler. The crowd kept counting as Charlie lay there in
disbelief. Did this dumb broad expect him to lie there alone? As she bent over the
beer cooler with her back to him ' about 10 feet away, he pounced to his feet and
leaped toward her. He landed on her back, expecting to knock her to the ground but
she kept her balance. He got his arms around her neck and started to choke her,
but she easily broke his hold and then swung around and faced him. He stood there
not knowing what to do next. She just stared at him and shook her head. 'Charlie,
Charlie, Charlie' she said, 'I gave you a chance to give up without causing you a
lot of pain, but I guess you're just too dumb to understand how nice I was being
to you. Now ASSUME THE POSITION!' He looked at her dumbfounded. 'Wwwhhat dddo
you mean,' he studdered. 'I mean assume the position. Lie down on your back right
now so I can sit on your face again,' she replied.

'Are you crazy,' he said. 'You think I'm just going to lie down for you?' As soon
as the words were out of his mouth he turned and started to run. He knew this was
going to make him look bad, but not as bad as having her sit on his face again. He
was fast, but she was faster. She caught him from behind with a perfect tackle
before
he'd gone 10 feet. He hit the grass face first and slid with her weight on top of
him.
When they stopped, she rolled him over on his back and again sat on his chest. The
crowd moved to them again, waiting to see what would happen next.
'Charlie, I guess it's time to show you what happens when you don't follow my
orders.
Take a deep breath now, because it's going to be your last one for a long time.'
With
that she again pinned his arms up over his head, slid forward and sat squarely on
his
face. As she did earlier, she gently wiggled her denim clad butt until she had a
complete seal around his face, and knew there was no way for him to breath. 'No
count
this time' she told the crowd. 'It's time for Charlie to take a little nap.' He
squirmed and struggled under her as best he could, but she was just too heavy for
him.
He was completely pinned and helpless, and slowly he felt himself beginning to black
out.
His body went limp but she kept him pinned and smothered. The crowd was cheering
her
on as they watched Charlie's body go limp. No one had ever really liked Charlie,
and
they were glad that he was finally getting what was due to him. Still, as she
continued
to smother him, a few people began to get concerned. Megan, however, had a lot of
experience at pinning guys from her wrestling jobs, and knew just how far she could
take this without really causing him harm. Finally she could sense that the time
had
come, and she lifted off him. For a few seconds it looked like he was dead, but
then
his chest moved a little as his body subconsciously began to breath in air. He was
out cold, but once he began to breath again he ever so slowly began to come around.
In about five minutes his eyes were open and he remembered what had happened to him,
but he still didn't have the strength to try and get up. He looked up at Megan who
hovered over him. 'Well, Charlie now that you've had a little nap, are you ready to
get back to our game?' With that she sat back down on him! She reminded him that
he still had to conform to her first command, which was to stay motionless until
the crowd counted to 60. She started to move her ass over his face when he cried
out 'No Megan, please don't smother me again! I'll lie still!' With that he
stretched
his arms straight out from his side, spread his legs wide open, and held as still as
he could. Megan looked around at the crowd with a proud smile and said 'let the
count
begin.' As he lay there, she got up and stood over his head, then lowered herself
until her ass just barely touched his face. The crowd has started the count, and
she said 'you see, Charlie, I can pin you with just the lightest touch of my ass on
your face.' He was totally humiliated at the thought of what this must look like.
She remained perched over his face as if he was a toilet while he laid dead still
and the crowd continued to count.
Finally the count hit 60, and the crowd let out a roar. She had actually pinned
him without hardly touching him!
He continued to lay there not daring to move as she stood up and raised her hand in
victory. Someone came over with a camera and asked her to strike a victory pose.
She put her foot on his chest and flexed her muscles. Then she told the guy with
the camera that maybe he should get a picture with Charlie showing her some proper
respect. She got down on her hands and knees, raised her ass up in the air and
ordered

Charlie to crawl over and kiss it. He looked at the guy with the camera poised to
capture
the moment and leaped up and began to run away. This time he got almost to the tree
line before she caught him.
Now she was mad again, and punched him in the stomach. He doubled over in pain.
Megan saw a roll of duct tape on a nearby picnic table that has been used to tape
down a
table cloth against the wind. She grabbed it, then went back and leaned Charlie up
against
a tree. 'Move and I'll hit you again,' she said.
She then duct taped him to the tree! The crowd surrounded them again, and the guy
with
the camera stepped forward. 'Hold on,' she told him. She then put a piece of tape
across Charlie's mouth so that he could only breath through his nose. Then she bent
over and backed up to him, pinning his head to the tree and forcing his nose right
up
against her ass. Now he was forced to smell her ass every time he took a breath.
The
camera guy snapped away, and Charlie knew that in short time many copies of those
pictures would be made. She then got up, cut him loose and ordered him to lie down
on his back. He knew it was useless to resist, so he did as she ordered. His mouth
was still taped. This time she straddled him facing his feet, and lowered herself
into a reverse face sit. She literally buried his nose in the crack of her ass, and
the camera guy got a few great close-ups of Charlie giving her a nose wedgie. After
sitting on his face like this for a few minutes, Megan announced that she was just
about done with him, and told him he just had one more task to complete to please
her.
She bent forward so that her ass was about six inches above his neck and ordered him
to
do 10 situps. Of course she was positioned so that as he began to sit up, he would
drive his nose right back into her ass. She said that each time his nose reached
her
ass he had to press it in as far as he could and take a big deep breath loud enough
for
everyone in the crowd to hear. The crowd counted out loud, and roared in glee each
time his nose pressed into her ass.
When he finished, she got up and walked away, never looking back. The crowd
followed
her to the grills and the cookout began. Eventually someone looked back and saw
that
Charlie was gone. No one was concerned, though, because they always had the
pictures
to remember him by!