BEACH TRAMPLE

Miami Beach can be pretty uninhibited at times. Even in past

times. When I was 11-years-old I was sunbathing with my family on the beach

and happened to glance over at the "kids" about ten yards from us. The

beach wasn't too crowded and I could hear their conversation quite clearly.

Two girls, about thirteen or fourteen, were burying a boy about my age in

the sand.

From the talk, I soon gathered that the boy was the brother of the

slender redhead. The other girl was a very petite brunette with hair

down to her waist. They were burying the boy with moist sand, taking time

out occassionaly to fill a bucket with water from the surf and pour it

over him. Then they would "sculpt" his sand coffin.

The sister kept commenting on how firm this wet-sand idea of hers

would make her brothers prison, and how helpless he would be when they

finished. She kept taliking "down" to him in such a way that I can

now realize she was showing off to her brunette friend: revealing the

powershe had over her brother.

The brunette giggled constantly and obediently packed the sand

However the redhead instructed.

I remember clearly that the brother, completely entombed by sand,

merely looked up at them with a wide, silly grin, his head resting on

a coconut they had placed under him for a pilow.

Then the brunette said something like, "The sand is packing hard

enough!"

"Press harder," the redhead told her.

"I'm trying."

"Hmmm. I've got an idea."

And with a whole beach of witnesses, the redhead put her bare foot

on where her brother's stomach approximately lay, she smiled down on him,

and slowly lifted her other foot until she was standing on him. The boy

groaned the entire time, pausing occasionally to giggle-laugh. It was

that mirthful sound punctuating every groan that told me he was in a

lot more pleasure than pain.

"This should pack the sand much better," said his sister, and then

she began to walk slowly up to his chest. The brunette giggled in perfect

time to the boy's groans. She leaned back and started to slap the

sand on the boy's legs, slap it with her feet.

I got a great view of the brunette's soles, grimy with sand with

very high arches. Her toes wiggled playfully like little batons conducting

the orchestral groaning. I could tell she was getting into the guy's

torture, but was still holding back.

Meanwhile, when the sister reached her brother's chest, she reached

out with her last step and pinched his nose between her big and index

toes. I looked around the beach and was astounded that nobody else seemed

to be paying any attention to them! I guess it's true that nobody

notices kids at play. And what play!

The redhead stepped off her brother and asked him how that felt.

All he could do was giggle in answer.

"It didn't hurt?"

Giggle.

"Well, then, let me try that again."

And she stepped up on his chest this time and began walking slowly

back toward his stomach. Both girls took obvious delight in the boy's

helpless groans. To my own delight and surprise, the redhead didnt' stop at

her brother's stomach. She paused there for two nice long groans, then

stepped innocently on a spot somewhere in the immediate vicinity of

his groin.

The groaning stopped. I looked at the kid's face and recognized

ecstasy for the first time.

If the redhead wasn't standing directly on her brother's groin

then,she surely hit home with her next step. She brought her other foot up

slowly and placed about a half inch further than her first step, and

balanced herself there for a while, feet side-by-side with toes

wriggling cruelly over her very silent brother.

By the time she stepped off, the brunette had stopped giggling,

too.

"See?" said the redhead. "That packs the sand really well."

The brunette stood up and walked over the boy's legs a couple

times.

"Ooh, yeah," she said. "This is much better."

"I'll go get more water. You pack him some more." Red stepped up

and over her brother's stomach and proceeded down to the water's edge.

The brunette got a strange look in her eyes when the other girl

left. She went up and straddled the boy's face with her feet, staring down

and smiling at him. He started to giggle first, then she copied. After a

couple seconds of giggling, she reached down and removed his coconut

pillow. His head plopped flat on the sand.

"I think I should bury your face, too." These were the first

actual words I had heard her say. Then she lifted one of her perfect,

delicate feet and put it right on his face. She made a couple test-shifts,

looking for balance, then planted both feet squarely on his head. She kept

her balance for only a second or so, then fell to the sand beside him,

laughing. He laughed, too.

The sister came back then, and poured some of the sea water over

Her brother's face while the girls continued to laugh.

Then sis began to walk again. Stomach to chest. Chest to groin.

And then legs to groin to chest to face and quick-hop off. "Now I've

walked all over you!"

"Let me try."

And, enthusiastically, the brunette stepped up on the boy's legs,

and slowly stepped up to about his calves, then more slowly up to his

groin with both feet. The redhead walked beside her, steadying her by

holding her hand. They didn't stop laughing once, nor did the kid stop

groaning with pleasure.

The brunete continued to step up to his chest, again planting the

second foot parallel to the first and enjoying her "stand." Then,

withmore firm help from the redhead, she stepped with both feet on the

kid's face again. This time she stayed there for almost a full minute.

When she stepped off the kid was pleading "no more!" The girls

were, after all, bigger than he was and the pain was finally mounting up.

The brunete relented, apparently satisfied.

But sisters have little mercy.

"Too much for you?" she smiled down at him.

"Yes." He almost hissed it.

"Awww." She reached out for a steadying hand from the brunette,

who looked a little startled, then complied with an evil smile. "Okay,"

said

Red. "Just one more time."

She stepped up on his face,balancing almost instantly, then walked

in place for a few seconds. Then did a slow dance for a few seconds.

Then stepped back on his chest and continued to walk backward on him,

pulling her friend along.

The brunette followed, stepping on his chest just as Red vacated a

spot. Both girls trampled him! His sister walked backwards --

stomach-groin-legs -- while the brunette stepped in every one of Red's

footprints as the trail was laid.

They both hopped off, laughing, and headed for the water.

After a while, the parents came along and shouted at the kid to get

out of the sand because it was time to go.

I couldn't believe they didn't see the footprints all over him!

After a little struggling, the kid managed to get up and walked

toward the water to clean up.

He was still grinning.