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12-05-2010, 7:43 AM
Sudden Impact
This is one of my many true life experience involving women driving their cars over me. If your not into car crush stop reading. I had posted this on freefootstories and is another story under appreciated by the immature that frequent that site.
I regret having approached this experience the way I did but I didn’t think my wife would willingly play a part, yet it’s something I was compelled to try. This was without exception the most sensual experience ever.
Sometimes primal urges outweigh good sense; I know, I know this was a really dangerous stunt. Everything we do has consequence but I thought I had it all covered. This time there were consequence.
This was to be the second time a woman had run over something other than just my hands, arms, or feet, but those are different stories. If anyone here would like to read more let me know and I'll post them.
The Setup: I had installed an automatic garage door opener equipped with a receiver that had two buttons that needed to be pushed simultaneously in order to operate the door. The antenna of the receiver was a simple length of rigid steel wire that fit loosely into a hole in the top of the receiver that was easily removed and without which one would need to pull the car with its transmitter very near the overhead door to operate the door opener.
My wife had gone out for the evening and while she was away I decided to remove the antenna, and lie on the garage floor very near to the overhead door. She owned a 1984 Pontiac Sunbird which was very lightweight with curb weight of about 2200 pounds. I had experimented with her car previously by testing that the air dam under the front bumper would clear my head and had pulled the car onto myself several times to check I could take its weight on my body. Her Sunbird had 14”, 70 series tires that provided what I thought to be plenty of clearance between the body of the vehicle and the highest part of my body. I had done some research on the car and found that as a rule of thumb front wheel drive cars have 60% of there weight over the front axle. In the Sunbird's case 660 pounds on each front tire and just 440 pounds on each rear tire. So the weight on the front tire was about the same of 5 adult females.
On the floor of the two car garage were the dirty tracks of my wife’s car’s tires which I used to line up my body and lay face down with my head toward the center of the car and arms at my sides to serve as ramps. The plan was to have the front passenger tire first roll over my left arm, onto my back and then onto my right arm followed by the rear passenger tire. Knowing that drivers can’t see anything much closer than 12 feet or so in front of their automobile. I had tested this by parking the car in the driveway where she would need stop to operate the door opener. Even better, our driveway had a steep incline, rising about 6 feet over its 35-foot length from the street level further hindering the view of anything lying near the door. I would lie close to the overhead door. This probably didn’t matter but I wanted to be sure I was not seen and I wanted to be sure to have the front and rear tires roll over me.
Not wanting to miss this chance I went into the garage about 45 minutes before she was due home and got into position about 1 foot from the door. All sorts of things ran through my mind as I lay waiting, trembling in anticipation and several times thought about giving up.
Of course I was going to see it through; the thought of being run over by her was just too compelling. Feeling the cool concrete concrete against my skin was exciting in itself, like I was part of it and where I belonged while waiting to receive the car driven by my lovely wife. Some how it all felt right and the way it should be.
The Event: A car was approaching evidenced by the noise of tires rolling over a rough asphalt street, it’s her, my brain was working triple time deciding if I should do this or not as her car entered the driveway. In seconds she was near the door which had begun its upward travel. There is still time to get up and rush into the house, I thought, as a flood of light from the cars headlamps filled the garage.
I could see the front tires bathed in the reflected light of the cars headlamps, patiently waiting to complete their mission, a sight I’ll never forget, and instantly decided “No”, I want to, have to experience this more than anything so here I’ll stay. I still get aroused just recalling that moment.
I continued watching with anticipation my heart pounding with excitement as the door ascended past the cars tires, bumper, hood, finally reaching the apex of its travel. “Here it comes” I thought to myself and was so aroused by the event as to be nearly indescribable. I can’t explain why but everything seemed to get very quiet, and I suddenly felt very calm and completely relaxed, like it was the natural thing to do. I took a shallow breath and prepared to receive her car allowing it to have its way with me knowing full well it was useless to resist.
The overhead door now fully open, my wife unaware of my presence, simply pulled into the garage as she had many times before. Before I knew it the front tire reached me, clutched my left arm, applied torque and gently pulled me under which felt much like a very firm hug. This was too much “she’s rolling right over me as though I’m not even here”. On her part, there was no hesitation, no apprehension, as far as she knew there was nothing but the floor beneath her tire. That is until her car rolled up and over me.
Her car mounted my back as it continued its journey over my body. I can’t begin to describe the sensation of the tire still warmed by the friction of rolling over the street clawing at my flesh. I was more amazed by how soft it felt as the awesome pressure flattened me beneath. In total ecstasy I pressed my pelvis firmly onto the concrete and ejaculated immediately.
Over the engine noise I could hear my flesh being crushed beneath her tire which made a kind of soft squish, like the sound of wringing out a wet sponge along with a squeaking noise as her car continued over my back onto my right arm, then slid off crashing to the floor with a dull thump, a squeak from the tire on concrete, and a simultaneous loud “CRACK”.
One thing I didn’t account for was my body rolling slightly when the tire pressed down on my right arm pulling my left side up, and secondly I had not anticipated the cars suspension allowing its carriage to drop as far as it did both contributing factors in the cars metal body crashing onto my back.
I’m suddenly trying to grok immense stabbing pain and realized several ribs have probably been fractured. This isn’t good, I’m hurt, shirtless, jammed under and stuck to the undercarriage, and now being unceremoniously dragged along the rough concrete floor. I would have much preferred the rear tire roll over me. My wife had decided in that instant to first park the car and then see what she'd just destroyed.
The moment the car stopped I was out from under it, like my wife wasn't going to notice she had just run over something. I was experiencing shell shock, my ears were wringing, I was very confused and nothing seemed real, especially the sight of my visibly shaken and very angry wife looking down at me as she screamed, “Have you got a death wish?” I answered humbly “No”, as she stormed into the house slamming the door shut behind her. Actually ‘angry’ doesn’t quite say it.
After I had settled down and struggled to my feet I went into bathroom to take a peek at the damage. There was a deep groove pressed into my back caused by the ridge where the undercarriage is welded to the body, it’s probably what grabbed me when the car came crashing down The skin on my chest had been sanded off by the concrete. I know the extreme pain of having torn my Achilles tendon which was excruciating, but fracturing a few ribs, at the least, even worse. It’s bad when don’t even want to take a breath.
It was almost six months before my ribs felt normal and I figure I must have fractured several of them. My wife took just a couple of days to forgive. I think it excited her to think back on what she had done.
Would I do it again? In a heartbeat but next time I will use some kind of ramp so the car doesn’t drop to give me more clearance or if I have the chance dig a shallow trench to lie in. I suppose next time, if there is one, I should let my wife know what I’m up to as well.
This is one of my many true life experience involving women driving their cars over me. If your not into car crush stop reading. I had posted this on freefootstories and is another story under appreciated by the immature that frequent that site.
I regret having approached this experience the way I did but I didn’t think my wife would willingly play a part, yet it’s something I was compelled to try. This was without exception the most sensual experience ever.
Sometimes primal urges outweigh good sense; I know, I know this was a really dangerous stunt. Everything we do has consequence but I thought I had it all covered. This time there were consequence.
This was to be the second time a woman had run over something other than just my hands, arms, or feet, but those are different stories. If anyone here would like to read more let me know and I'll post them.
The Setup: I had installed an automatic garage door opener equipped with a receiver that had two buttons that needed to be pushed simultaneously in order to operate the door. The antenna of the receiver was a simple length of rigid steel wire that fit loosely into a hole in the top of the receiver that was easily removed and without which one would need to pull the car with its transmitter very near the overhead door to operate the door opener.
My wife had gone out for the evening and while she was away I decided to remove the antenna, and lie on the garage floor very near to the overhead door. She owned a 1984 Pontiac Sunbird which was very lightweight with curb weight of about 2200 pounds. I had experimented with her car previously by testing that the air dam under the front bumper would clear my head and had pulled the car onto myself several times to check I could take its weight on my body. Her Sunbird had 14”, 70 series tires that provided what I thought to be plenty of clearance between the body of the vehicle and the highest part of my body. I had done some research on the car and found that as a rule of thumb front wheel drive cars have 60% of there weight over the front axle. In the Sunbird's case 660 pounds on each front tire and just 440 pounds on each rear tire. So the weight on the front tire was about the same of 5 adult females.
On the floor of the two car garage were the dirty tracks of my wife’s car’s tires which I used to line up my body and lay face down with my head toward the center of the car and arms at my sides to serve as ramps. The plan was to have the front passenger tire first roll over my left arm, onto my back and then onto my right arm followed by the rear passenger tire. Knowing that drivers can’t see anything much closer than 12 feet or so in front of their automobile. I had tested this by parking the car in the driveway where she would need stop to operate the door opener. Even better, our driveway had a steep incline, rising about 6 feet over its 35-foot length from the street level further hindering the view of anything lying near the door. I would lie close to the overhead door. This probably didn’t matter but I wanted to be sure I was not seen and I wanted to be sure to have the front and rear tires roll over me.
Not wanting to miss this chance I went into the garage about 45 minutes before she was due home and got into position about 1 foot from the door. All sorts of things ran through my mind as I lay waiting, trembling in anticipation and several times thought about giving up.
Of course I was going to see it through; the thought of being run over by her was just too compelling. Feeling the cool concrete concrete against my skin was exciting in itself, like I was part of it and where I belonged while waiting to receive the car driven by my lovely wife. Some how it all felt right and the way it should be.
The Event: A car was approaching evidenced by the noise of tires rolling over a rough asphalt street, it’s her, my brain was working triple time deciding if I should do this or not as her car entered the driveway. In seconds she was near the door which had begun its upward travel. There is still time to get up and rush into the house, I thought, as a flood of light from the cars headlamps filled the garage.
I could see the front tires bathed in the reflected light of the cars headlamps, patiently waiting to complete their mission, a sight I’ll never forget, and instantly decided “No”, I want to, have to experience this more than anything so here I’ll stay. I still get aroused just recalling that moment.
I continued watching with anticipation my heart pounding with excitement as the door ascended past the cars tires, bumper, hood, finally reaching the apex of its travel. “Here it comes” I thought to myself and was so aroused by the event as to be nearly indescribable. I can’t explain why but everything seemed to get very quiet, and I suddenly felt very calm and completely relaxed, like it was the natural thing to do. I took a shallow breath and prepared to receive her car allowing it to have its way with me knowing full well it was useless to resist.
The overhead door now fully open, my wife unaware of my presence, simply pulled into the garage as she had many times before. Before I knew it the front tire reached me, clutched my left arm, applied torque and gently pulled me under which felt much like a very firm hug. This was too much “she’s rolling right over me as though I’m not even here”. On her part, there was no hesitation, no apprehension, as far as she knew there was nothing but the floor beneath her tire. That is until her car rolled up and over me.
Her car mounted my back as it continued its journey over my body. I can’t begin to describe the sensation of the tire still warmed by the friction of rolling over the street clawing at my flesh. I was more amazed by how soft it felt as the awesome pressure flattened me beneath. In total ecstasy I pressed my pelvis firmly onto the concrete and ejaculated immediately.
Over the engine noise I could hear my flesh being crushed beneath her tire which made a kind of soft squish, like the sound of wringing out a wet sponge along with a squeaking noise as her car continued over my back onto my right arm, then slid off crashing to the floor with a dull thump, a squeak from the tire on concrete, and a simultaneous loud “CRACK”.
One thing I didn’t account for was my body rolling slightly when the tire pressed down on my right arm pulling my left side up, and secondly I had not anticipated the cars suspension allowing its carriage to drop as far as it did both contributing factors in the cars metal body crashing onto my back.
I’m suddenly trying to grok immense stabbing pain and realized several ribs have probably been fractured. This isn’t good, I’m hurt, shirtless, jammed under and stuck to the undercarriage, and now being unceremoniously dragged along the rough concrete floor. I would have much preferred the rear tire roll over me. My wife had decided in that instant to first park the car and then see what she'd just destroyed.
The moment the car stopped I was out from under it, like my wife wasn't going to notice she had just run over something. I was experiencing shell shock, my ears were wringing, I was very confused and nothing seemed real, especially the sight of my visibly shaken and very angry wife looking down at me as she screamed, “Have you got a death wish?” I answered humbly “No”, as she stormed into the house slamming the door shut behind her. Actually ‘angry’ doesn’t quite say it.
After I had settled down and struggled to my feet I went into bathroom to take a peek at the damage. There was a deep groove pressed into my back caused by the ridge where the undercarriage is welded to the body, it’s probably what grabbed me when the car came crashing down The skin on my chest had been sanded off by the concrete. I know the extreme pain of having torn my Achilles tendon which was excruciating, but fracturing a few ribs, at the least, even worse. It’s bad when don’t even want to take a breath.
It was almost six months before my ribs felt normal and I figure I must have fractured several of them. My wife took just a couple of days to forgive. I think it excited her to think back on what she had done.
Would I do it again? In a heartbeat but next time I will use some kind of ramp so the car doesn’t drop to give me more clearance or if I have the chance dig a shallow trench to lie in. I suppose next time, if there is one, I should let my wife know what I’m up to as well.