Unknowing Crush and Trample

Too often I played under the bleachers in high school. I frequently put my 
finger under the high heels of many, many young girls and women standing up 
on the bleachers. Without exception, the crushing was with such force that I 
still today have several scars on my hands and fingers and partial numbness 
on the side of my right pinkie for about a two months afterwards. The thing 
that was so exciting was that as several girls leaned back on my finger with 
their spikes, they had no idea what she was stepping on. In the back of her 
mind, she may have thought that her stance wasn't quite right, but that was 
to be expected since there was a lot of stuff like paper cups wooden drink 
stirrers on the board. One big, athletic girl with very long auburn hair, 
stood squarely on my finger for what seemed an eternity, but actually only 
about two minutes. She then shifted her standing position another area to get 
a better view of the game. During those two minutes, I looked up at her 
well-formed muscular legs as she was crushing my finger. The sensuous pain 
was making my eye water. My face was about 3 inches from her shoes as she was 
just standing there, her wiggling weight focused on my poor little victim 
finger. I could smell the sensual scent of leather and close feet around. I 
could hear and feel the straining and creaking of the shoe as her weight 
force was transferred from her foot through her shoe to my finger. My finger 
was crushed flat in one small circular area as I pulled it out from under her 
now slightly raised heel. It was a little flatter on one side than the other, 
because when she came down on it, the heel wasn't quite centered on my 
finger.  At first the flat spot was white, then it slowly turned red then 
later a light shade of purple. The finger went from a numb feeling to a warm 
pulsing sensation. The heel may have slipped a little as the weight was 
instantly applied. I swear I thought I could judge the amount of weight I 
could take. Apparently, with the woman not knowing she is stepping on 
anything unusual, there would be no need to be careful or gentle. That 
greatly adds to the erotic feeling.
I'm middle aged now, but as I grew older, and still an avid crush lover for 
30 or 40 years, I've expanded my need for good, serious crushings. I've owned 
several houses. A few had finished basements. One in particular had a wet 
bar, TV, a pool table, two sofas, and several chairs and was well suited for 
what was planned. My girlfriend, thinking we would marry, would do any thing 
for me. I asked her for her help in coming up with a plan to satisfy (at 
least for a while) my multiple woman crush fantasy. She said, "OK but what 
can I do?" I paused and said "Throw a party in three weeks for all of your 
girl friends, with free food and drinks and secret gifts. I'll pay for 
everything." I told her that I was going to build a "false floor" at the base 
of the stairs down to the basement. My mind was racing with the thought of 
being under several attractive, sexy women in flowing dresses and high heels. 
I finished the floor a week early. It consisted of a standard 4'x8' piece of 
5/8" plywood built up off the concrete floor about 14" at the last 2 steps of 
the stairs. I got under to try it out. I even had a small pillow for my head 
to rest on. I drilled a 2" dia. hole in the board where my head would be and 
installed a piece of tinted plastic across it. A light throw rug was placed 
across the platform with a worn spot in the rug was placed over the 2" hole. 
I was confident that the plywood would be strong enough to support what I 
thought would be about 6 or 8 women at any one time. My body is fairly strong 
and should easily support their weight as three or four stood on it.
My girlfriend tried it out as I lay under it. It was no problem at all with 
her. She is only 142 lbs. and I could maintain normal breathing without any 
problems.
Saturday afternoon arrived and she told me to assume the position. She said 
that she had invited 25 women friends. If they all showed up at once, I knew 
I would be in for an exciting afternoon. Around 3:00PM, the first couple of 
ladies arrived and said their boyfriends may be coming later. (I hope NOT!) 
My girlfriend asked if her friend could continue answering the door for her 
while she entertained the people already there. As her friend went to the 
living room to continue answering the door, my girlfriend took the guests 
down stairs. The approaching sound of steps was very exciting. I quickly 
learned just when to expect the transfer of weight from the stairs to the 
false floor...and me. The music was playing and soft lights were on. The 
clump of six approaching heels filled my ears with anticipation as one girl 
then the other stepped from the stairs to the false floor. The floor started 
to bend a little as the combined weight of four women (about 360 lbs.) 
crushed down on my chest. Their individual movements could be felt as the 
board (and my body) yielded to the demand of their muscles and weight. They 
only stopped there long enough to step down to the actual floor of the 
basement. I did bounce a little because of the spring of the wood and the 
resilience of my body. About 15 minutes passed as they talked, having a good 
time. Then six more women arrived at the same time and clomped down the 
stairs. They all got to the bottom of the stairs and stepped one by one on 
the board. I think that all six women (about 700 lbs.) were standing there 
together because it became a little difficult to breathe. I just took a deep 
breath and held it, letting a little out at a time. All of a sudden one of 
the first girls that had arrived early recognized one of the recent arrivals. 
She came running over and jumped up on the board as the other girl started 
jumping with joy. I looked up at all of the legs and shoes as seven women 
(now collectively estimated at about 820 lbs.) were standing and jumping on 
my body. The best part is knowing that they were not aware that they were 
slowly crushing me. I almost banged on the board to get them off because I 
was about out of breath and the air was being forced out of me in pulses at 
every bounce. Finally my girlfriend said, "come on in and sit down." That 
saved my life. I tried to recuperate and regain my composure. Twelve more 
women arrived as the evening went on. I was stepped on constantly as they 
went up and down stairs to use the bathroom. I was sometimes caught by 
surprise when several women stepped on my "bugs eye view of the crush" hole 
in the board. Sometimes my view turned all dark as the sole of a shoe was 
pressing down hard over the hole. Several times a small heel found its mark 
directly on the hole directly over my eye. Imagine if that were directly on 
my eye! That was scary but sooo cool. I could clearly see the material at the 
end of the heel compress just a little and spread very slightly as it yielded 
to the focused pressure of the owner's body weight. Sometimes the heel tip 
would distort a little as the woman's weight was shifted to the back or side, 
stressing the heel and the plastic over my eye. Beyond that was the awesome 
view of the rest of the heel the lady's ankle and up the well formed muscular 
legs. After all gifts were opened and drinks gone, my girlfriend informed 
them that she would spring for the tab at the local cafe. It was my money, 
and that made it exciting too. As they all started to get up to go, my 
girlfriend ran ahead to get to the stairs first. As she stepped on the board, 
she twisted the heel of her shoe over my peephole so as to crush me like a 
bug. She had gotten a wild idea on how to give me the ultimate crushing of 
anyone's imagination. She stopped on the 4th step, turned around and looked 
back at the crowd gathering on the board.
My breath was already being held as hard as I could. She said she wanted to 
announce a surprise and to get as close as possible because she couldn't yell 
over the music.
"Let's all go over to Adam's Place, the drinks are on me," she said. Adam's 
Place is a small night club about a mile South of the house. They have 
several good strippers, both male and female. The drinks are moderately 
priced and the food is good.
There must have been all 24 woman (estimated at 2,800 lbs.) or at least 22 
(estimated at 2,600 lbs.) that fit on that board as my girlfriend spoke. The 
board was creaking and bending something awful. My nose was flat to my face 
and I could feel every tiny body movement above me. I felt like several of my 
organs were going to explode and blow out through my skin. My flesh was 
constantly shifting and squishing with the live weight pressure above. I 
couldn't hold my breath any longer as the live, moving weight kept its steady 
unrelenting pressure. I could see up a couple of dresses as they stood there 
over me. It was amazing to see so many attractive women standing over me and 
talking, especially as they fidgeted. Apparently some of the women were 
holding their urine too long and were now becoming desperate. I know this for 
sure because one girl was pressing her finger tightly against her pee hole. 
As she moved, her spinchter muscle involuntarily pulsed and released a 
squirt, some of which landed directly on my peephole! I could almost taste 
it. I want sooo much to drink her body dry. Probably several others were just 
eager to go onto the club and still others were thrusting and swaying with 
the rhythm of the music. This was murder on me; my remaining air came rushing 
out. As it did, the board sagged more and more. My only saving grace was that 
the tremendous weight was distributed by the size of the plywood. 
Unfortunately, I couldn't enjoy it much as I would have liked because of the 
difficulty in breathing. They had been there about a minute when my 
girlfriend finished. They filed off and up the stairs one by one. My 
breathing deepened and blood finally started flowing again. When the last two 
or three were left standing on the board, I could finally suck a breath into 
my burning lungs. When they all left I pulled myself out feeling like a 
crushed bug. I closely examined the top of the board. There were hundreds of 
spike heel dents, chips and splinters from the tips of some of the worn heel 
tips. It was a good thing it wasn't my body being crushed DIRECTLY by those 
heels. Or was it? I would have scars lasting for years! MMM Heaven! Ain't 
life great?