So the next up is three sorority girls who have just come home for the weekend and are waiting to party. They head up the stairs to see Joe; talking about what they would do to him if given the chance. One is wearing a school girls' uniform, complete with white thigh highs, plaid skirt and white collar shirt. The next is a slutty business girl, with thigh highs (visible), and a tight business suit. The last is a cute brunette in a slutty German girl costume (the kind that brings you beer!). Needless to say, I could barely contain myself as they giggled with each step closer. The school girl was first to stand on my chest, wearing flat soles. She was about 5'6 and 110; the flats pressed nicely against my chest. She giggled about walking across the chests of boys as a frat initiation during school as she stood on my chest; commenting on how real I felt. She then continued discussing what she'd do with Joe as the business girl stood next to her. I could feel the business girls heels pressing down on my stomach and groin; the chunky heels a younger girl might wear that blend perfectly with her tan shiny pantyhose. She laughed about how she normally wore thigh highs to the university library for "ease of access". Finally the German beer girl stepped on my face, with kitten heels that fit perfectly across my eyes and mouth. I wanted to lick her soles in the worst way. As Joe answered the door, I heard a fourth voice - someone's mother had joined. The hot kind, who wanted to be cool with her kids, I couldn't tell exactly what mom was wearing, except that as her mid-level heel pressed on my throat I felt nylons.
I began to gasp and choke as the shoe pressed down on my airway. I knew I had to stay silent or I would give myself away. Trembling; I didn't move a muscle other than to barely open my mouth for air. However, the German beer girl's heel than slipped across my lips and nearly into my mouth. Laughing on the squishy surface, they continued to mash down on the softness under their shoes. Finally, unable to breath a soft gasp escapes. I guess the mother of one of the girls notices, because she points out the noise and presses on my throat. "I wish this was my ex-bf" she declares, and presses harder. "I wish so too" says the school girl, and grinds a little on my chest. I let out another gasp, but hold back as much as I can. This leads to more laughter. "It's like a squeaky toy"! All of a sudden, each foot grinds down on me, looking for a noise or a gasp. Those on my aching groin and throat work best; heel or flat.
Thankfully, the door opens and each one receives candy, as the mother looks on. The feet leave. As I gasp for air; the next set of sorority girls head up the stairs......
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