ubject: UNKNOWING CRUSH Date: Thu Jan 22 23:53:42 1998

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Rugman, BZ heels, Rachel and all the other crush fans out there have wondered, I'm sure of what it would be like to be crushed unknowingly. Rachel, not being the oneto be crushed, but being under her weight would be great! My story is 100% true, just as the one I wrote under the bleachers in high school, when I put my finger under a high heel woman in the stands. She crushed down with such force that I still have a scar on the end of my finger and partial feeling on the side for about a month afterwards. The thin that excited me was as she leaned back on my finger with her spike, she had no idea that she was stepping on any ones part of a body part. She might have realized that her stance wasn't quite right, but there was a lot of stuff on the bleachers, paper, cups, coats on the board etc. She stood on my finger what seemed an eternity, but actually only about 10 seconds before she shifted her weight to another area to get a better stance. During that 10 seconds, I glanced up her dress as she crushed my finger and my head was about 3 inches from her shoes as she was just standing there. I could smell the smell of leather and feet of everone around there. You would be surprized of how it smelled with that many feet nearby. My finger was crushed flat as I pulled it out from under her heel. It was flatter on one sie than the other, I guess because when she came down on it. she wasn't quite in the middle and she might have slipped the heel a little as the weight was applied and it was fast. I swear I thought I could judge the amount of weight I could take, but not with the woman not knowing she is stepping on anything other than the ground. As I got older, I'm middle age now, and have been a crush lover for 25 or 30 years, I have refined my need for crush. I have had many houses, and one was one with a basement. My girlfriend of a couple years, thinking we would marry, would do any thing for me. I asked her to satisfy my multiple woman crush fantasy. She said ok but what could she do. I side have a party with free food and drinks and secret gifts that I would pay for. I told her I was going to build a "false" floor at the base of the stairs down to the basement. I needed her to invited good looking sexy women over that she and her friends could think of and tell them it is a dress up party with flowing dresses and high heels. I finished the floor a week early which consisted of a standard 4'x8' piece of 3/4" plywood built up off the ground about 15" or 18" at the last 2 steps of the stairs. I got under to try it out with a small 1" dia. hole with a dark tinted piece of plastic across it. The 3/4" thick plywood I hoped woulg be thick enough to support what I thought would be about 10 or so girls. My chest would support they weight as one or two stood on it and my girlfriend tried it out as I lay under it. It was no problem with her. She is only 120 lbs. and I could breath with no problem. Well the next Saturday afternoon came around and she told me to assume my position because she and her friends invited 25 women. If they all showed up I knew I would be in for an exciting afternoon. Around 3:00 pm the fist couple of ladies shoed up and said their boyfriends were coming later. 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 the door answering, my girlfriend took the guests down stairs. The music was playing and soft lights along with a throw rug was across my neat floor. The clump of 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 womens combined weight of about 220 lbs. crushed down on my chest. They only stopped there long enough to step down to the actual floor of the basement. I did bounce a little I think because of the spring of the wood. About 15 minutes went by as they were talking and having a goog time. Then 4 girl came at the same time and clomped down the stairs. they all got to the bottom of the stairs and stepprd one by one on the board. I think all were standing there at once because I couldn't breathe, just hold my chest as hard as I could to keep what little air I had in my lungs to stay there. All of a sudden one of the first girls that had gotten there early recognized one of the recient arrivals as a long lost friend. she came running over and jumped up on the board as the other girl started jumping with joy. I could look up at all of the legs and shoes as 5 girls were standing on my chest without even knowing they were slowly crushing my life away. I almost banged on the board to get them off because I was out of breath and the air was being forced out at every bounce. I guess I might have had 650 or 700 lbs. of sexy woman weight on me at that time. Finally my girlfriend said come on in and sit down. That saved my life and I tried to recouperate my composure. About 10 more girls showed up as the day went on and I wes stepped on constantly as they went up and down stairs to use the bathroom. I sometimes was not ready as the stepped on the board and across my line of "bugs eye view" of the crush. After all gifts were opened and drinks gone, my girlfriend in formed them that she would spring for the tab at the local cafe. It was my money, and that made it exciting too. As the all started to get up to go, my girlfring ran ahead to het to the stairs first. As she stepped on the board, she twisted her shoe over my peep hole as to crush me like a bug. She had gotten a wild idea on how to give me the ultimate smashing of anyone imagination. She stopped on the 4th step turned 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 give a speech and to all get close because she couldn't yell over the music. There must have been 10 or 12 girls that fit on that board as she spoke. The board was creaking and bending something awful. I felt like my head was going to pop with pressure. I couldn't hold my breath any longer as the weight kept it steady pressure. As you have see girls standing and talking and especially as they want to go, they wer moving and swaying with the music. The was murder on me, my air came rushing out. As it dide it cave the boared more room to bend and creak. About 1000 or so lbs. was there on that board and only distributed by the size of the plywood. I could see up a couple of dresses as they stood there, but couldn't enjoy it without breathing. They had been there only about a minute as may girlfriend finished. they filed off one by one as my blood finally started flowing again. When the last two were left standing on the board, I could finally suck in a breath with my burning lungs. When they all left I pulled myself out feeling like a crushed bug. I examined the board and it was full of spike heel dents from the tips of some of te worn heel tips. It was a good thing it wasn't my body bbeing crushed, I would still have scars. I hope some crush enthusiast get something out of this and can relate to "UNKNOWING CRUSH" it is very exciting, but dangerous if not careful. Give a response to this true tale of crush and some other similar adventures. I have done unknowing cas tire crush....but thats later, I can say it hurts like crazy and is dangerous because the woman doesn't know she is running over anything. See ya all and .....HEY Rachel keep those Fl. bugs in check, I'm from there I know there are millions.