Re:First Time Experience(-Repprobait) Saturday, 03-Jan-98 12:55:54

So, that's virgin trample memory? Great story! Thanks for posting it! Gets me off just thinking about it.

My earliest memory of being trampled was when I was 6 or 7. I was lying the cold linoleum floor downstairs in the den (where all children were sent so the adults could talk in peace), watching TV with a couple of girl cousins. It was a Saturday morning, and their family had come to visit. One girl was my age, and her taller sister was a couple of years older. They were both barefoot and tan (I'm almost anemic, so everybody in the world is "tan" to me).

I was lying on my back, my head on a pillow, over near a support beam (almost dead center of the room). We were all lying there, spread out, a few feet from the TV. The older cousin got up, grabbed her cup, and said she was going upstairs to get more to drink. I'm still watching TV, and the next thing I know there's a shadow just above my face. I glance up, and there's my cousin holding onto the pole with one hand for support, and dangling her filthy bare foot over my head.

I knocked her foot away, almost offended by it. She wanted my pillow. I told her no. She said give it to her or she'd step on me. I told her to forget it. With that, in a huff she climbed on my chest and stood there. I remember thinking at the time how she didn't feel as heavy as I'd imagined she would. Looking up at her, her body seemed to go on forever. She calmly stood there and finished her drink, then threw her cup down. Even though it was starting to turn me on, I was embarrassed about what her sister would say if she looked over to see what was going on-- or WORSE, what if one of the adults came downstairs?? That scared me.

I remember trying to ignore her. I tried watching TV around her ankles. She must have gotten bored and stepped off. But as she did, I looked up at her and stuck my tongue out at her. Wooo- you should have seen her face. She looked pissed! Her eyes got big as saucers and she got the meanest look I'd seen. She dared me to stick out my tongue again. So I did. And as soon as it was out all the way, she tried to pin it to my chin with the ball of her foot. Like lightening I yanked it back in my mouth before she could catch it. I distinctly remember the smell of dirt and dust as her soft sole was pressed hard against my lips.

She dared me to do it again. I remember being really turned on, so I purposely drug it out-- partly out of fear she'd think I was liking it, but also because I could tell each time she missed my tongue she got more aggressive about it-- and that turned me on more. After several more tries I surrendered-- just left my tongue sticking out. She quickly caught it hard with her blackened heel and pinned it to my chin-- scraping down hard, dragging the whole length of her sole down my tongue. I remember vaguely that it hurt a little, but the triumphant smile on her face as she did this was great. I grimaced and made a horrible face once I'd pulled my tongue in, tasting the dirt, acting as thoroughly disgusted. She just laughed at me. But I wanted to keep playing. So I stuck out my tongue again, and this time she used her other foot.

Once she'd pinned my tongue with that foot, she stood there with her heel holding my tongue to my chin. I remember lying there, trapped and looking up at her foot hovering over my face, that it looked so b-i-g and long. She got her sister's attention. Great! I'm found out! Her sister always went and tattled to her parents if any of us kids ever did anything remotely naughty or questionable. She surprised me, though. She came over and asked what was going on, could she play? Her sister showed her the game, and in just a few minutes both her dirty, soft soles had been licked clean, too. The younger sister wasn't crazy about the feel of my tongue on her feet, but her older sister goaded her on, and they both kept laughing at all my grossed-out facial expressions.

When she was done, her sister told her that she could step on me, too. I didn't protest. So there I was, lying on my back on a cold, linoleum floor, while one girl my size, and her big sister, took turns climbing up my stomach, walking up my chest, and carefully balancing on my face before stepping off. This went on for a while, till they got bored and moved on to some other game. But even though I can't recall all the details of those few, sweet minutes, I do remember how good it felt. Mmmmmmmmmmmmm.