Bug Crushing in the Garage 07-Apr-98 17:57:30

My wife does not particularly enjoy my crush fetish but will often times indulge me. Last night was just such an occassion.

We had finished dinner and were preparing to go to the movies. I was clearing the table off while my wife was finishing getting dressed. I went to the garage with two empty aluminimum cans to put in the trash bag she save them in. Much to my dismay, the bag was completely filled and I was going to have to get another one.

I retrieved the new bag, put the two cans in it, and moved the full bag to the rear of the garage. There were three large waterbugs hiding under the full bag. They did not scurry away when the bag was lifted, due to the cool night I suppose.

My heart began to race as I considered the prospect of my wife crushing these three large hardshell bugs. I turned an empty five gallon bucket over on them so they could not escape and went into the house to check on my wife.

She had finished dressing and was touching up her makeup. She was wearing a red sweater that exposed about one half inch of midriff and a pair of skin tight faded jeans that really shows off her sexy ass. She was wearing a pair of white sandals that I bought for her about five years ago. The shoes have a wedge heel about one inch high and a spaghetti strap that ties around the ankle. Her legs are extrodonarily long so that her pants cuff ride high enough to show off her fabulous ankles. My heart skipped a beat when I saw that she had painted her toe nails a deep ox blood color.

I told her about the bugs in the garage and asked in my most humble voice if she would crush them for me. She replied, "You know how I hate to hear them crunch and I hate the way it feels through my soles when I step on big hard bugs." After a little coaching and not a little begging she agreed to crush the bugs for me.

We went to the garage and lifted the bucket. The bugs were still there. She asked how I wanted them crushed and I explained.

She lifted her right foot over the nearest bug and brought it down slowly. When she felt the sole make contact with the bug's back she began to grind her sole back and forth and apply pressure very slowly. Almost immediately my ears were serenaded with the unmistakeable sound of the bug's outer shell cracking. She lifted her sandaled foot to survey the damage she had inflicted. The bug was writhing in pain but not going anywhere. She used the toe of her sandal to flip him on his back. His legs began to gyrate wildly, almost as if he knew what was coming next. She placed the wedge heel of her shoe lenghtwise over his body. With her toes and the ball of her foot planted firmly on the concrete she slowly lowered the heel of her shoe into the dying bug's body. The crunching and cracking sounds were wonderful to hear. She continued until she had placed her entire weight on the bug. His poor body was slightly wider that the very narrow heel of her wedge sandal and was protruding slightly from each side of the heel. The bug contained enough moisture that his guts has spurted up on each side of the white heel and left traces that would remain on her shoe throughout the night. She lifted her foot and shook it just hard enough for the bug's remains to fall back to the floor. She placed her shoe sole over the bug so the he was right under the ball of her foot. She put her weight on it a began grinding with a vengance. After about fifteen seconds she lifted her foot to look at the remains. All that was left was a few small black parts and a circular wet spot.

The demise of the second bug was much faster. She immediately raised her left shoe off the floor and placed the toe of it on the bug and stepped down. About two thirds of the bug was crushed under her sole. His head and upper third were protruding out in front of her beautiful toes. She used the toe of her shoe to slide the remains of the second bug into the wet spot left by her first victim. She put her right foot on it and ground his head and guts into the concrete.

She said, "I can't believe this turns you on. I don't want to have to put up with your hard-on all evening. Take it out and cum right now before we leave." I didn't have to be told twice. I unzipped my pants and dropped to my knees. I asked her to turn around and raise her right foot, shoe sole toward me so I could see what was stuck to the bottom. There were only a few small parts of the bugs that could not even be recognized stuck to her sole. However, the circular pattern from the heavy grinding was clearly in evidence. And the well worn leather sole was stained very dark in the center of the circles from the body fluids of the first two bugs.

Her foot was about ten inches off the floor directly above the wet spot in the concrete where she had ground the bugs. It did not take long and I could not stand it any longer. I placed the head of my penis about one inch from her sole and ejaculated. Most of my ejaculate hit her directly on the sole. Some of it remained on the sole but most of it immediately fell to the already wet concrete, right in the middle of the bug remains.

What a tremondous relief! I had just witnessed the thing that turns me on most in the world and cum on the bug gut stained soles of a gorgeous woman. She asked me what we were going to do with the last bug. I suggested that we save it for the next night. She did not like the idea very and decided to get it over with.

She put her right foot on the last bug and drug it into the largest blob of cum. With no theatrics, she just stepped on it. Bug guts and cum shot out from under her sole. She got in the mess with both feet and ground it under her feet until nearly all of the bug juice and cum were absorbed by the concete and her leather soles.

As I thought about an evening on the town with a beautiful woman whose sexy shoe soles were going to crush my sperm with every step, it did not take long for me to get another bulging erection.

When we finally arrived at home, my angel of mercy allowed me to remove her shoes and massage and orally worship her sexy feet. When she finally dozed off to sleep, I turned her sandals over at the foot of the bed, got on my knees, and honored the soles again by showering them with my adoration.