University Life Part 3 7 min read

The next morning, I woke to the sound of Erin knocking on my bedroom door. She came in with Coffee and a Bacon Roll for each of us. She sat on the edge of the bed and noticed her ballet flats on my pillow. She laughed and said, “I see you’ve got a new comforter. I’ll have to make sure I keep them stinky for you”. We chatted about what was happening that day and I told her I was going to go to the university gym and Erin decided she would come down for a workout too.

At the gym, we spotted each other and I was trying to not get an erection looking at her in her gym gear. She looked unbelievably sexy in dark grey skin-tight leggings a white top that barely covered her tits and her bare feet in her white Converse low sneakers. Her body was perfect, absolutely no fat, totally toned but not overly muscled. Dripping in sweat and her hair up even with no makeup she was absolutely gorgeous.

Every guy in the gym was staring at her drooling and glowering at me like they wanted to fight me. We stopped for some water and I said, “you know everyone is staring at you in here don’t you”. She shrugged and said, “Yeah I know, I’m used to it. I just ignore them. They stare less at the strip club than they do in here”. I was doing a set of squats and Erin was leaning against the squat rack sipping her water. She stared at me and said, “you know I was going to go and do 30 minutes on the stair master but I’m actually thinking I’d rather head back to the flat and march all over you instead, what do you think, you up for that?” I just about dropped the bar, but managed to get it back on the rack and said, “sounds like fun, let’s go”.

10 minutes later we were back in the flat and I was stripping off my shirt as she pulled me into her bedroom. She told me to strip off completely and I lay down naked on the floor on my back beside her wardrobe. “You sure you can handle 30 minutes, last chance to back out”. “Yes go for it”, I said. My cock was already standing straight up. I suggested she keep her Converse on to give her some grip as we were both so sweaty after the gym. She took out her phone and put on some music and stepped up onto my body as the pounding bass of her workout playlist started coming out of her speakers.
Erin wasted no time immediately marching on my chest and stomach stomping her Converse down hard on my skin. After a few minutes of stomping, she turned round facing me both her feet on my chest, and smiled down at me as she started jumping on my ribs. Soon she was jumping as hard as she could smashing her soles down onto my chest, I could feel my ribs flexing under her weight as she landed. Another song ended and Erin walked down my body and started mashing the sole of her Converse on the shaft of my cock, grinding it under the treads. As the beat of the next track picked up Erin stomped back up onto my chest and started stomping and jumping again. I could feel my chest really burning from the abrasion under the Converse treads.

She looked down at my face and winked and I blew her a kiss there was no way I could have said anything as she pounded my lungs flat. She lifted the sole of one Converse and held it over my lips and pressed down on them letting me kiss the sole. As I kissed it I felt her weight increase on my mouth as she twisted round to standing fully on my face the other shoe on my forehead. She put her hands on her wardrobe for balance as she started marching heavily on my face in time to the pounding bass. Her shoes stomped down hard all over my face as I felt my lips and nose getting flattened into her rubber treads. As the song reached its chorus I felt her lift off my face and crash down as she started jumping up and down to the music, her weight slamming down onto my nose again and again. I could taste blood dripping down the back of my throat from my flattened nose and could see red spattering on the canvas sides and the soles of her white Converse.

As the last song ended she stepped back onto my chest, wiped her bloody soles on my skin, and sat down on my chest to catch her breath, beads of sweat dripping off her face and hair onto my face. She looked at me, laughed, and said, “your face looks like a crime scene, that’s the first time I’ve stomped someone’s face in”. “How was it for you?”, I asked. “Honestly it felt amazing, I wanted to go much harder but was a bit worried about doing too much damage”. I said, “don’t worry about my face”. “I’m not worried about your face, I mean my Converse, look at the blood on the material already hahaha”. She said, “you should see the state of you though” and said, “hang on”, she grabbed her phone and took a close-up of my face, and handed me the phone. My face was a bit puffy and swollen with grazes on my cheeks and eyebrows. My lips were swollen and cut and my nose was cut on the bridge. The worst part though was the blood, my face was totally covered in red bloody Converse tread marks. I really did look like a crime scene. “I see what you mean”, I said, “I feel great though”. “I’m glad, I figured if it was too much, you would have done something to stop me”.

Erin reached behind her and grabbed a pair of black leather platform combat-style boots. “These are the face stompers I was telling you about. Imagine the damage these will do if I’m drunk and you let me stomp you”. She held the boot a few inches above my face so I could examine them. The platform was 4 inches thick and then had a chunky 6-inch heel. Even in her tiny size EU 37 they were massive and weighed a ton. The most brutal part though was the treads which were a saw tooth pattern with a tread depth of about 1 inch. They were slightly worn but would still bite into skin brutally as the rubber was really hard with no give at all. “At least your blood will not show like this”, as she held up her Converse over my face again showing the smears of blood on the rubber and the spatters on the canvas. “Yeah sorry about that, I’ll buy you a new pair to replace them”. “Hahaha don’t worry about it, it gives them a cool look I think, and it will be nice looking at them every now and again and remembering how the blood got there”.

Erin got up to go and make coffee for us both while I went into the bathroom and gently washed my battered face. When I came out of the bathroom I actually looked much better and for the most part other than little scrapes and the dried cut on my nose you almost couldn’t tell. Erin almost looked a little disappointed when she saw how much better my face looked after I cleaned up. “Ok that’s good, in future I won’t worry about you so much. You better get used to this ‘cause that was so much more fun than stomping on the stair master”.