I've been a trample fan for all of my adult life and I'm sure like many of you guys have spent hours trawling the net for good trample and crush sites. Recently I've found some good car crush sites and this has really interested me. The thought of being run over by a beautiful woman has gripped me for some time so when my chance came I couldn't resist. This is how it happened.
I live in rural England in a village of around 200 dwellings. Near to my home is a lane leading to the countryside with six individual properties built along one side. At the far end is a single storey home occupied by an attractive blonde lady in her mid thirties with her teenage daughter. Slim build about 5ft 10ins tall, she is a real "Yummie Mummy". I'd seen her a couple of times in the village post office and she had become my real fantasy woman.
This day following the heavy rains we have been having I thought I would have a walk up the lane just to see what car she drives. As I approached she was standing by the entrance to the property with a garden broom in her hand. She looked stunning wearing a white blouse unbuttoned just enough to reveal a perfect cleavage with a tight fitting black leather jacket, washed blue denims and black leather ankle boots with chunky heels about three inches high. Apparently the heavy rain had washed some of the gravel from her drive out on to the lane and she was just sweeping it back. The front of the house was bordered by a low fence with a swing gate just wide enough to drive a small/medium size family car through with a small gate alongside as a pedestrian entrance. Standing on the gravel drive was a black VW Golf Gti with alloy spoke wheels and wide low profile tyres.
She turned around and saw me walking towards her. "Hi" she said.
"Hi" I replied, "Having problems?"
"Every time we have a downpour" she said "the gravel from the drive gets washed out onto the lane"
"What you need is a soak away" I said.
"What's that?" she asked.
"It's simple" I said "if you have a ditch dug just inside the gates about a foot deep and filled with hardcore and then topped with gravel the water will be able to drain away and not flow out on to the lane taking your drive with it"
"That's a good idea" she said "I'll have a word with the builder in town and see what he says"
"I could do it for you as I don't have much to do this week" I lied "it'll take a couple of days if you're not in a hurry".
"That would be brilliant if you could" she said "but I hardly know you so I would feel guilty if I didn't pay you. Just let me know when you've finished how much I owe you"
And so a plan was hatched.
Later that morning I returned with a garden folk, spade and some thick sackcloth. I opened the wider gate and started to dig a trench about 8ft long, 18ins wide and 12ins deep just inside. I had been digging for about an hour when the lady came out of the house and saw me at work.
"Oh, you've started already" she said "I've got to go out shortly to pick up some groceries. Will you be OK while I'm out?".
"Sure" I replied "just leave it to me. I won't be able to finish it today but I should be able to get most of it done" With that she turned and headed back to the house coming out again about ten minutes later. She got in and started her car and as she slowly reversed back I placed two pieces of timber over the trench so she could drive over them and out on to the lane. I watched as the timber bent slightly under the weight of her and her car, wishing that was me under those wide low profile tyres. It soon would be.
After she had left I closed the gate and tried the trench out for size. I lay down and checked my position. If I kept my head close to the gate post and my chest lined up with the ruts in the drive it should be perfect. I placed one of the timbers near my feet so she would have to aim for the right place and drive over my chest about 8ins below my face. Then I took off my tee shirt and lay it in the trench resting on the soft mud below. I then pulled over the sackcloth to completely hide myself and waited.
It seemed like hours but eventually I heard her car coming up the lane. She stopped in front of the gate and got out, unlatched the gate and walked it back in to the open position. As she did this she stepped on my chest and I could feel her full weight press me down under the hard sole and heel of her boot. Returning to her car she done the same thing. By now I could feel my body shaking in anticipation. A few seconds later it happened. She slowly drove her car on to the drive. The driver's side front tyre crossing my chest really did crush me down in to the soft earth, the rear tyre was less painful but I now knew what if felt like to be run over by a beautiful woman. It was fantastic. My head was really buzzing and my heart pounding. I was so aroused I thought my pants were about to burst open. But it didn't end there.
Seconds later I could hear her boots crunching across the drive towards me as she closed the gate. As she latched it shut she was now standing with both boots on my sore chest. She must have felt something was not right and started to tap her foot hard along my body eventually pushing down hard on my face. I felt her step back and then horror of horrors she lifted the cloth off my face.
"Oh my God" she screamed "what are you doing? I could have killed you. I've just run over you in my car.
All I could think of to say was "Sorry, but I'm fine. I've always wanted to know how it would feel. I'm OK. Don't worry, just a bit bruised.
"You're mad. And I was standing on you. That must of hurt" she said looking down at me wondering what was coming next.
"No" I said "that was fantastic, feeling you stand on me. Would you do it again?"
She just stared and said nothing. Then using her right boot she pushed back the cloth revealing my bare chest and stepped on me again. She heard the breath come out of me and asked "How's this"
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