New crush story: "The Peter Pressure Principle"
24-Nov-98 23:25:20

With the traffic on this board, there is no shortage of material to write about.

I read someone's comments and I think of another crush story!

I read a couple of postings about penis crushing.

That spawned a story.

So for Beasty and the anonymous poster who mentioned this concept,

By popular demand, here it 'tis:



"The Peter Pressure Principle"

Back before I started working on film crews as an electrician / gaffer, I used to install, repair, and upgrade traffic signals.

I had a job to put in new signals at 14 intersections in an East Texas town and take down the old ones. I needed something that would give me an edge in troubleshooting, so I designed and built an instrument that I thought would do the job.

I scrounged a panel which was a metal piece out of a dented filing cabinet that I was able to drill holes for the switches, lights, connectors, etc. and built a wooden box to house it in.

The instrument, which I named the "Loopmaster" ran like a scalded dog. I was able to isolate faults in a traffic signal system in a matter of minutes which would take hours using conventional means. I literally blew the minds of TX-Dot engineers when I demonstrated this gizmo to isolate a fault in an existing signal that have baffled engineers for months.

It was one of those problems where the bug was in the schematic and it was wired per the schematic. It took me 10 minutes to troubleshoot and change a couple of connections. It worked flawlessly after that.

What does all this have to do with penis crushing?

Well, Sherry and I were playing around. I had some bubble wrap for Sherry to step on and make it pop, so I laid down on the floor, slipped it under her heel and indulged in Sherry's stepping; trying to pop every bubble on that piece of wrap. I got off on it and when I stood up, my erection jammed in my pants keeping me from standing up all the way.

Sherry squeezed it through my pants and commented on its hardness. I told her that it was so hard that she could stand on with the heel of her maryjanes. Sherry was as giddy as a school girl over that; a couple of giggles and then a pause, and then a few more giggles and then another pause etc., etc.

While dealing with the problem of what she can stand on so that I could slip my member under her heel, the idea hit me! I went into my closet and pulled out my old trusty Loopmaster. I haven't had it out in over four years. I blew the dust off of it and placed it on the floor and cleaned off the top. I got down on my knees against the box and would you know it: it was the perfect height where I can just lay my wooter right down on the top!

Believe me. I didn't design the height for that express purpose. I needed enough room so that all of the electronic shit will fit inside of it and then built the box accordingly. I built it in '91 and I haven't used it since '94 when I started in show business.

By the time I got the box ready and Sherry got her maryjanes on with these beautiful 1" baby doll heels and put on this short metallic silver dress, I lost my hard-on in the process. Remembering an old George Carlin line, I told Sherry, "Well, I guess it shriveled up like a stack of dimes."

We split a gut over that. We laughed so hard tears were coming out of our eyes. Sherry got some of her composure back and quipped, "A stack of diiiimes - HEEEE - EEEE - EEE..." and the whole thing started over again, "HARRRR - HARRR - HAAARRRR, A Stack of diiiiiiiiiimes - HAAAAAAA - HAAAAAA..." We laughed until we almost passed out from sheer exhaustion.

After having some wine and a toast, I sat down on the floor in front of Sherry with my legs outstretched and she planted her right shoe in my crotch and began grinding the sole of her shoe in it and putting more weight on it. She then walked around to the side of me and with her toe started patting my proboscis with it. When she started scraping it with the edge of her sole, I started getting these rushes. I got this funny feeling and all of a sudden, all of my synapses closed and blood started rushing into my prod, making it stout. Sherry put her heel on it and stepped up and over. She said triumphantly, "It's ready!"

I helped her on top of the box and with ol' Benard sticking out, I kneeled beside the box ready to do my "O-mani-pod-me's". Sherry placed her sole on it and started pressing down and up on it and then pressing it down harder and harder putting more weight on it with each cycle. Words can't express how good that pressure felt. She lifted up her right foot and reached out further with it and placed her heel right on the head of my throbbing love muscle. She slowly transferred her weight from her left foot to her right and then moved her left foot in front of her right while momentarily, her entire weight was on her right heel. Once again the pressure of that heel on me was phenomenal!

She started going down and up with her heel mashing down on it and up; down on it hard and then up again. She then came down with her heel and lifted up her toe and with a knee bend started thrusting more weight on it pumping harder and harder. the pressure was so great that if I were to come, my left nut would explode!

Sherry jumped off the box and went into the bathroom and then returned with a bottle of this Lubriderm stuff. She squirted some on her hand and rubbed it on my prick which was now as red as the head of a dick of a dog. She squirted some more on her hand and rubbed it onto her right sole. With her heel down, and her sole resting on me, she stepped back up on the box.

With a circular motion heretofore unknown to people of this land and quite destined to replace the mud shark in your mythology, she rubbed the greased sole of her shoe on the head of my member interrupting that routine in order to run her toe up and down my shaft bumping my abdomen with the edge of her sole and back to the circular motion again. Rub it!

More of those synapses began closing as this rush started filling up in me. I feeeel that I'm about toooo -------- BOOM! Rup-up-up-pup-pup-pup-pup-pup-pup-puh! Holy 1812, Batman! ----- BOOM! My God! Sherry was patting my member with her toe, giggling with this mirthful chuckle while I finished emptying my magazine. If there was a Guinness world record for distance covered by a single ejaculate, I just broke it! If not for distance, how about muzzle velocity?

Dewds! If you never had your prosthesis stepped on before, I suggest you try it! You will not believe the sensation you get from the pressure from having a woman stand on it while it is rock hard. Avoid having it stood on while it is flaccid (on-flop) unless your into penis pain. It hurts like a big dawg. By the same token, avoid pissing on electric fences. Oh yeah, never, I repeat, never whistle while you piss.

It is great having it done barefoot as well. Doing it with shoes does tend to rub it raw! If you saw those shoes Sherry wore and saw her step on something with them, You would get a hard-on in an instant. You would want to be stepped on with them!

Participating in the pleasures of placing pressure on my proptosed peter by promulgating the practice of pedestrianism on a pedestal ushered-in a whole new application for the Loopmaster. (You know, the gizmo still works!)

Ladies, if the idea of stepping on someone's member turns you on, my email address is - a - well, somewhere around here. ;-))))

Has anyone else out there fantasized about or actually engaged in penis pressure underfoot?

We might as well take a poll. hehe,

Crush on,

Sparky ---