TIRE CRUSH 2

Carol and I drove in her Volkswagen Cabrole to a remote section of the Town 
Park where the grassy ground was uneven. I found an area were the ground 
sagged down about 10" as if were a shallow drainage ditch. This appeared 
suitable for me to lay down in and not raise the car up much. This is 
important so the weight of the car is not concentrated more on the wheel that 
is raised higher than the other three wheels. She made herself comfortable in 
her car. I laid on my back in the grassy ditch in front of her car extending 
my hand in the trajectory of the wheel of her car. Carol started the car, put 
it in first gear and started moving very slowly towards my hand.  I was 
looking with some fear at the left front tire of as it slowly rotated and 
slowly but advancing hungrily towards me. I was a little nervous as I heard 
the snap and cracks of some twigs and branches over which the tire was 
passing. The tires were fairly new since the tread was deep and clean. There 
was a slight bulge at the bottom of the tire, giving testimony to the fact 
that the tires were radials, that this was a front-engine vehicle and that 
the tires may be just a little under inflated. When she was about a foot away 
from my hand, she slowed down even more. I raised my head and saw that she 
was leaning out of the window to verify that she was aiming correctly for my 
hand and arm. She was looking at me with an indescribable smile. She 
continued advancing very slowly and when the left front tire started rolling 
over my left hand, the tire engulfed my hand in a crushing embrace. I could 
feel the tire tread closing as it conformed to my body parts and the power of 
the engine under Carol's fine foot control. The tire used my hand as traction 
to advance further up my arm. The pressure-pain was intense and incredibly 
sensual. The more the car was advancing, the more the weight seemed to be 
increasing! When she was completely over my hand, I thought that she would 
stop and back up. But no, she kept coming at me, advancing over my wrist, up 
my arm and shoulder. As the tire moved up onto my chest it became a little 
hard to breathe. It was awesome to view upwards to the softly humming engine 
and the inside of the front wheel. The level of pain was high but manageable 
and, at the same time, an incredible and erotic pleasure. Carol stopped the 
car for a moment to ask if I was OK. I replied in a horse grunt, "Fine, keep 
moving." The tire very slowly proceeded towards my right shoulder. As the 
tire was leaving my shoulder, I could feel her touching the brakes, which 
pulled me a little to the right. The tire seemed still hungry for my yielding 
flesh as it slowly advanced down my arm and onto my wrist and hand. I thought 
that Carol would now stop the car and get out to check on me. Not a chance! 
The car kept advancing until the right rear tire was completely on my left 
hand. I felt that this was going to be a piece of cake since the pressure 
applied be the rear tires were considerably less than the front. By now my 
head was just under the driver's seat...right under Carol's beautiful body. 
She stopped the car, opened the door and got out. She placed her beautiful 
and deadly spike-heel platform shoes squarely on my stomach. Carol seemed 
quite proud of the position she had me in. I got a good trampling as an added 
bonus! When she stopped, She asked me if I wanted her to continue moving 
forward or backup. I said, "Go forward." She said "Great, I wanted you to 
feel the rear tire passing over you too." I felt the impact of her ass 
landing back in the driver's seat. The car bounced and I could hear the seat 
springs yield to her weight and the car lowered about a half inch. I then 
felt the brakes being gently applied as the tire reluctantly proceeded up my 
left arm and shoulder, onto my chest. 
She paused the car's movement for a moment and gunned the engine a little as 
if to pronounce her victory. She then very slowly proceeded onto my right 
shoulder, down my left arm, wrist and finally my left hand. The tread marks 
were spectacular, I wish that would last forever as a remembrance.
Apparently satisfied, she stopped the car and came to me to again check that 
I was OK. She said that once she was convinced that I would be OK, the erotic 
rush of power and control was amazing. Apparently, it was a strong exciting 
sexual experience for her too. She sat on my stomach, facing my feet. She 
then leaned forward, unzipped my fly and gave me the best blow job of my 
entire life!
Since this adventure, we have become good friends and we still continue to 
repeat the experience several times a year. But now she has expressed her 
wish to drive over other parts of my body, such as my stomach, head and 
penis! But, I'm afraid to try it because I'm not yet sure of my limits. Maybe 
someday I'll get up the courage to let her do it. I'm getting close to coming 
up with the courage. I would love to see the tread marks as she parks the 
left rear tire of her car on my face, stomach and penis. The knowing tire 
crush is safer than the unknowing tire crush for obvious reasons. But I still 
like them both. Also stay with the small cars, not the trucks, full sized 
cars and certainly not the SUVs.