Flies crushed 5 min read

This is the most amazing crush related thing that I ever witnessed. When I was in College I was going out with this girl. She had dark hair and green eyes she’s was 5-7 115 lbs. and has beautiful long legs. Keep in mind that at the time these events took place she had no idea that I even liked feet. We were having a conversation over lunch. She told me that she had a problem with flies in her apartment. One of her roommates (she roomed with 3 other girls) taught her, “a really cool trick.” She taught her to spray the fly with hairspray. This causes the fly’s wings to stick together so they can’t fly. She went on that it is such a “rush of power, the fly just sits or has to walk, and I can just get right up to it and look at it.” Her soft green eyes looked at the table as if there was a fly on it. She then said “I could just slowly crush it with my hand or foot” and she moved her hand on the table and twisted it.

Having said this she seemed to let the conversation drop. So my mind was racing to find a way to have her continue talking about it without letting on why. I said I didn’t believe her. She insisted that this worked. A few weeks later I was at her apartment when she said that she had to make up a biology lab. She was wearing high heeled sandals and nude stockings. She had to do an experiment dealing with a flies ability to blah…blah…blah. I of course volunteered to help. It was late after all and she would be alone. As an aside I threw in that she should bring some hairspray so she could prove that that trick really worked. When we arrived at the lab she grabbed a 3’x3’ screened cage of flies. When we got in the room where the lab was to be done she let a fly out and then sprayed it with hairspray. It fell to the floor so fast she almost lost track of it. But she found it and quickly stepped on it. She asked if I saw that. I lied and said No. She let another one out and again sprayed it and stepped on it. “There” she said, see I told you it worked. I acted like I missed it. And she said look and she held up her foot showing me the fly crushed to the sole of her 3” heeled sandal. There’s your proof, its dead carcass is stuck to the bottom of my shoe! I said that she was just too fast, and it could have stilled flied. Sighing she let another fly out and again sprayed it with hairspray. It fell to the floor. She started repeatedly stomping her toes closer and closer to it to demonstrate that it could not fly away. With every step her toes bulged as they took her weight. She got close enough to have the fly actually be blown by the wind of her stamping foot. Then she stepped on it with toe, her heel in the air and a few twists to finish it off. I was of course very horny and I think she could sense that. Nonetheless, she had no idea what was turning me on.

We started the lab work she left me in charge of gassing the flies and moving them to the proper to the contraption to do the lab. I couldn’t resist letting about 5 or six out. She got angry and said that she didn’t want to be responsible for these flies breeding all over the lab. So she shut the door and started hunting them down. There was nowhere for the flies to go but some seemed to try to find shadows to hide in. She sprayed one in some book shelves. When it dropped on a shelf she knocked it to the floor and stepped on it. She seemed to think she still had to prove that the hairspray worked. One time she said look then she held her foot above the fly and then said sloooowly Cruuushh. For another one she would step in front of it and it would do an about face and then she would step in front of it again and it would walk the other way. Eventually she giggled and started spinning around in circles around it trapping and confusing it between her stomping her feet. She moved her feet in. Suddenly she lurched and said oops laughing and catching her balance. She had accidentally partially stepped on the fly tearing off one of his wings. She just left it there and started looking for others to step on perhaps not realizing it was still alive.

Anyways after she stepped on more flies she started to work. I kneeled on the floor and was kissing her thighs. Then I saw the fly actually walking toward her foot. I marveled at how large her foot must have seemed to it. She looked down and put her finger to her mouth and said ” shhh ” as if not to alert the fly. The fly kept dragging crippled body closer and closer until it was about 4 ” from the side of her foot. Suddenly she pivoted her foot on her heel and smashed it under the ball of her foot. I saw another fly not too far away and started knocking it toward her foot. She asked me what I was doing, and I said I was just harassing this fly. She lifted her foot and, wham, stomped it. Saying, well I just harassed it worse. Amazingly the flies arms were still flailing. She bent down lower to examine it and said look I crushed his’ thorax to the floor. It can’t move and then just left it there. Later I noticed that she eventually crushed it to death by obliviously shifting her feet. Well that’s my story its all true.

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