Her hard soled shoe twisted off my face as she headed off with her other friends. I hadn't planned on a Parent's Day ! Sunday is a relatively quiet day usually. That and the fact of all the girls getting dressed in skirts and heels was why I chose Sunday. Now with me being the only store open in the neighborhood...

Before I could finish that thought, I heard a deep rumbling. It was a shopping cart, but judging from the low rumble of the wheels, it must be loaded ! As I heard it rumble closer and closer, I braced myself for.... OOOOOOOF!

Some of the girls with the cart ran ahead, stepping right on my stomach and bouncing up and down in anticipation. Two of them, not very heavy, but the surprise of their apearance plus their jumping up and down on me knocked the wind out of me. "C'mon !", one of them said, "We gotta hide this beer back in the dorm before our parents get here !"

I felt the narrow wheels roll up my legs. Christ! How many cases did they load in this cart ?!??! The merciless onslaught of wheel crush continued up to my crotch, passing my d__k on either side, thank God, up my chest and stopped - right on my throat !! I began to panic. I could tense my neck muscles up for only so long, then I would have to breathe, and when I did, goodbye windpipe ! The pressure was unbelieveable ! I could feel the wheels slowly sink down into my neck. I began to see stars. Then I started to pray. I prayed for a miracle, though it would be poetic justice for me to die this way.

A miracle soon happened as I heard my cashier say, "C'mon guys - I gotta ring each case up individually !" Groaning, the girls lifted each case out of the cart, one by one. With each case, the pressure was lifted, until finally the cart was empty. I sucked in that dirty, dusty air as though it were the sweetest ambrosia. This was to be a short respite, however, as each case was rung up, it was summarily dropped back into the cart ! One of the girls ahead of the cart, stood just in front of it, her soles mashing into my face. She would take each case after it was rung up to dump it in the cart. Each time she did, she would dig her soles into the 'carpet' shifting her weight so that it felt like she was grinding my face into the ground ! Then the cases came. WHAP ! One. WHAP ! Two. WHAP ! Three. WHAP ! Four. Omigod ! The slamming of each case on my throat increased my panic ! Each case would be preceded by a merciless grinding of my face my unknowing feet, then the relentlees drop of the case ! WHAP ! Five ! WHAP ! Six ! WHAP ! Seven ! That old pressure was coming back ! This time each weight increase was augmented by a sudden crush on my throat ! I beagn to see stars again. My vision began to blur, and I was losing conscoiusness, which I knew would mean death. So I hung on - I don't know how I could not breathe for so long and still remain conscious but I did. Mercifully, the cart began its' journey up my face and the girls filed into the aisle after it. They all managed to stand on me, but after having seven cases of beer crushing your neck, this was a welcomed relief. One of the girls, the one on my face, shufffled about, then removed her shoe. I could see through my vantage point that she had on thong bikini underwear and no hose. She took off her shoe and began to rub it briskly on the rug, as if to scratch it. I could see her wrinkled sole as it moved back and forth across my line of vision. I got tremendoulsly hard. The girl standing on my crotch must've felt the movement and began to unconsciously grind her heel into my crotch. This was about as close to heaven as I could ever be ! This is why I risked almost dying a few minutes ago. A beautiful coed, her behind almost completely exposed, is rubbing her bare feet in my face while some other unseen honey is practicially masturbating me ! Did I say practically ? I shot the biggest load of my entire life in those few minutes, I felt as though I had semen coating me from stomach to knees. I was physically exhausted as they filed past my face, each giving me a distinctive reminder of their favor. One girl with clunky heels clomped up my body; another in stillettos poked my body with heel marks; another just skidded across my body and face in her flats; each one driving me higher and higher into a place I had never been before !

As I lay in the afterglow of the moment, the doors swung open again. Now I don't know if a person can sound heavy, but judging from the way the floor was shaking with her every step and the tone of her voice, I silently prayed to myself that she would go into the other aisle.

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Matt