Hi all!
I have been monitoring this board for a long time and have enjoyed immensely all your stories, living in South Africa and traveling around the world I have found you are only normal Guy,s like my self interested in being trampled by women. I now feel confident to relay to you many of my experiences underfoot.

First time Trample in a mission camp somewhere in Africa.

I happened to be in charge of a large camp in central Africa My operation was to dish out food to the masses. Well I had fantasized about being trampled and I saw my opportunity and unlike others on the board I ceased it.
My friend and buddy new about my love of being trampled when he saw me in Pretoria being trampled by nuns in a convent they were all wearing flats. I did not have to explain because He is Homosexual I kept my mouth shut and he kept his shut. Any way I asked him if he would help in me to get trampled by the women in the camp and he agreed.
We set up the tables in the kitchen and with the cooking pots behind where He could serve the rice and watch the action. The hall was oblong with two doors one in each side, the queue had to pass through one door and pass the table collect the rice and out the other door.
When I looked out the queue was right around the camp men women and children, all waiting for the meager bowl of rice. I positioned my self in the doorway with one foot on eather side of the frame. My buddy then opened the door! I waited and nothing happend when I looked out I saw this woman standing in the door way not knowing what to do. After what seemed like hours she was pulled from behind and this old woman looked down at me and stepped on my stomac (she was wearing old sandal's) with her right foot and her left foot on my chest this was followed by the young woman who placed her foot on my abdomen the front pushed into me, as her heal came down it caught the tip of my C---- the pleasure was unbelivable her other foot landed on my stomac and she stepped onto my face. The next two crushed my c--- stomac chest and face as they scrambled for the rice.
I layed there for along time I lost count of the amount of people that trampled me that day but boy was I sore the next day. When I could no longer take the constant walking on my body I tried to get up but the three people standing on me would not get off. my mate had to help and pull them off before I was trampled to death in the rush to be served.
Well that's only one experience in the camp I could go on but I must go now.
Bye.