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TRAMPLE STORY - UNDER SARA

  

  

  

The first three years of my college experience were spent in a coed dorms. MY Freshman year my roommate became friendly with a Brazilian girl who lived two floors below us. My roommate and I hung out with the same people, and our click of friend would always go out together. This girl, Sara, was always around, and always with us. Sara was olive skinned with Shoulder length black hair, with attractive hazel eyes. She stood about 5'9", my height, and had a curvy athletic figure. She was definitely a sexy girl. Sara began making visits to our room around September, so it was still warm. She was always either barefoot or wearing sandals. Simply put, her feet were mouth watering; tan, slender, high arcs, long toes....and best of all two silver toe rings on each foot. As much as I wanted her feet in my mouth and my tongue between her toes, I never paid too much attention to her until one Friday night at a party I saw her walking on some guy's back. This obviously caught my attention. I watched this from about 15 ft away. When she was finished I told her “You need to do that to me sometime.” “Anytime, just stop by my room.”, she replied.

Now fast forward to the next night. I got back from the gym, took a shower, and you get one guess as to where I went from there. I knocked on Sara’s door, and it quickly opened. There she stood in cut off shorts, a tight little grey t-shirt, and those lovely bare feet complete with four toe rings. “So, I was wondering if you could crack my back for me?” I posed kinda sheepishly. “Sure just lay down there, and I’ll grab a pillow so you don’t have to put your face in the carpet.” I was on the floor in a heartbeat. With out warning I felt the sole of her right foot gently find placement perpendicular to my lower back. I couldn’t believe the sexiest feet I had ever seen were about to step on me. Then came the weight. She stepped up with her 135, or so pounds, and I could feel my body contort a bit to the flat carpeted concrete floor I was laying on. Her left foot followed suit coming down directly on top of my spine between my shoulder blades. All I could really feel was the balls and heels of her feet. Due to her high arcs there wasn’t much surface area to her step, the balls and heels of her feet pressed into my muscles sharply. She walked up and down my back a few times shifting her weight to accentuate the pressure of her step. She did a great job, but this only lasted about two and a half minutes. She dismounted by jumping from my shoulder blades. The acceleration of her weight compressed my chest just enough to force some air out of my lungs. She took a seat on her bed, and we talked for a little while. She never really broke eye contact with me, but I certainly did since I couldn’t get enough of her toe rings. I’m sure she must have noticed, but she didn’t say anything.

Time went on, and she cracked my back a few more times. One day during the following spring I went down to here room where she and my roommate were hanging out. They were half laying on the bed and she had her head resting on his chest. As I came through the open door, my roommate announced “Hey Sara likes pain!” Right as I offered up a confused look, she bites his left nipple through his t-shirt. He jumps, and reflexisively pushes her back as he was not expecting this at all. She looked at me, smiled, and confessed, “I like pain.” I just laughed and said, “ I can see that,” but in that back of my mind I was wondering if this was why she enjoyed walking on my back.

That very night I visited her for another trample. This time things went a little differently. I lay on the floor, and she mounted my back as usual. She walked up and down my torso pressing the balls of her feet into my muscles. This went on for about 5 minutes, just like it always did. When she stepped off, I began to push myself up. It was that moment I felt a foot between my shoulders pushing me back to the floor. “Hold on, I want to try something else. Just lay there for a sec.” She lowered herself to one knee, and that one knee was planted to the right of my spine in my lower back. She proceeded to shift all of her wait to that one knee. I winced a bit as this really did hurt. This was followed by her other knee pressing into the center of my back. She crawled up and down my back a few times on her knees like this. Every time she got to my traps I let out a bit of a moan from the pain. She finally let me up after about 5 minutes. “So, how did that feel?” she asked with a smirk. “It felt pretty good. You don’t usually use your knees though.” “I wanted to see if you would ask me to stop.” She replied. I was always very shy, and did not know what to say. That was probably the perfect opportunity to get back on the floor, but I made some small talk on a different subject, and went on my way.

About a month later she stopped by my room to ask what the focus of my study would be for a history final, since we were in different sections of the same course with the same professor. I told here, we started talking about stuff, and she then mentioned she was going to go on a diet. My response was “You really don’t need to lose weight. If you do, how are going to crack my back?” “I’ll jump,” was her reply. Well that was all I needed now to know this girl liked having me under her feet, and wanted to make me squirm in pain. “I don’t know if my back can take that,” I said jokingly. “That’s ok, I’ll just use your stomach!” was her rebuttal. “That’s fine, I could take it,” I mentioned with a smile. I left it at that since we now had a tentative study date in her room for the following night.

Around 7:30 I packed my backpack with the bottle of Absolute that never got touched, and some course books that never got studied. I knocked on the door and there she was in some little kahki shorts, a tight t-shirt, ten perfectly pedicured toes with off white polish, four silver toe rings, and high arcs completing two of the sexiest, tan, feet I have ever seen in my life. “Come here check this out.” She lead me to her computer where she had looked something up about something that was going on around Faneuil Hall the next weekend. I sat at the computer to look at this, which was located at a desk adjacent to the foot of her bed. The chair I was sitting in was about two feet below the bed she was sitting on. Her bed was on rack risers, which are basically stilts to raise the bed frame to allow for more storage area under the bed. This put her sitting position about 2+ feet of above mine. Laterally, she was only about two feet from me as she was sitting on the foot of her bed. From this position she placed her curvaceous, tan, bare left foot on top of my right knee, then swung her right calf on top of her left knee. This placed her right bare foot about five inches from my face. She pointed her toes towards my face and said “Look, I got a pedicure. Do you like it?”

After seeing me break eye contact to look at her feet every time we conversed when she was barefoot, this must have been very deliberate. She wiggled her toes, and I was mesmerized by the silver rings on the second and third toes from the big toe. “Yes they are beautiful, and I must say I like your toe rings.” She said nothing, and there was about 6 or 7 second of silence. She wiggled her toes, and watched me watch her toes. Then she released from her larynx the most erotic words a woman could possibly say to me…”Suck my toes.” Yes, she really said that. I locked up. At the inexperienced age of 19, I was not sure what to do, but the blood flow in my groin had begun. I knew perfectly well what I wanted to do, but wasn’t sure if she was serious, or what. She must have realized from my no response I was a little nervous. “Go on,” as she moved her foot closer to my face. “My feet are clean. I have cute toes. You should suck them.” I gently took hold of her right foot, still with in inches of my face, and softly ran my finger down her sole admiring her flawless high arcs. I moved my head to my left to make eye contact, and I passed a smile to her. She responded by moving her right foot to my left back in front of my face, and tapped her toes against lips. I stuck my tongue out and very gently brushed the tip of my tongue against the bottom of her toes. She smiled, unwrapped a piece of gum, and leaned back on her elbows. I pushed my tongue out hard against the bottom of her toes. She had lied about her feet being clean, and thank God she did. I caught a faint hint of salty perspiration. Hungry for more, I pushed my tongue between her big toe, and her second toe. There I found more flavor, and the contrast of warm skin, and smooth silver. In and out, I licked between the big toe and the second toe, then between the second and third, then the third and forth, and finally between the forth and her pinky.

When I got to the pinky I locked my lips around it, and sucked for all I was worth. When I pulled my lips off of the pinky toe, the release made a popping sound. I pulled my head back to look at her toes, and admire the application of my saliva. The bottoms of her toes were now glistening. I smiled and looked over to her eyes to see her reclined on her elbows, smiling ear to ear, and chewing her gum. “Don’t stop, you’re doing just fine,” she encourage. I went back to work sucking her toes, this time starting with the big toe. I slid the big toe into my mouth, sucked my cheeks in around it, and softly swirled my tongue beneath it. I continued with the next toe. Just As I was about to begin on her third toe, she pulled her foot back from my mouth and hands. I felt like a kid on Christmas that opened all his toys then had them taken away. Just as she did, she sat up, looked in my eyes and suggested “Lay down,” pointing to the floor.

I was little upset that I was no longer sucking the toes I dreamed about sucking for months, but she clearly had a plan, and her plan involved me being on the floor. I placed myself in the center of the floor on my stomach with my arms out a bit from my sides. Sara dismounted herself from the bed, walked to my position on the floor, and tapped me in the ribs with her toes. “Roll over.” Now I knew what was coming. I dreamed of having belly and chest trampled under bare feet forever. Finally it was going to happen, and at the sexiest feet I had ever dreamed about. I rolled onto my back and looked up with a smile, only to see she was no longer smiling, but kind of smirking. She placed the toes of her, now glistening, right foot on my stomach, and dragged them across the midsection of my shirt. She repeated the motion with the tops of toes. I guess this was to wipe off my slobber. “Hold on. Sit up.” Now confused I sat up, and she grabbed my shirt at the shoulders and began pulling it off of me. “C’mon, take it off.” I lifted my arms, and off came the t-shirt, leaving my upper body bare. “There we go, no lay back down.” I looked up from the floor to see her smirk grow a little wider. It still wasn’t a smile. It looked too mischievous to be a smile. All of the sudden I felt very vulnerable. “Ok, we’ve done this before, but this time I want to see your face when I step on you.” I just smiled and went along with it. It felt great to be able to just lay there and have it happen. Even though this was a dream transcending into reality for me, I was really just there for the ride. This was her show. She called the plays, play by play.

She gently placed her right foot on top of my lower abdomen. Her instep was just below my naval. “Look up at me. I want to see your eyes the whole time,” she informed. She spoke in a somewhat soft tone. She wasn’t barking at me, but she certainly spoke with intent.

With her right foot now located just below my naval, she began to tighten her right calf and quad. Weight was beginning to apply to my lower abdominals. Looking up I could see her smirking down, snapping her gum, not even batting an eye. The pressure continued building, and I began to tighten my abs. The pressure continued to increase until finally all of her weight was on her right foot, and she stood balanced on my belly. I took it very well with out making a peep. Her left foot came up, around, and found its resting place atop my sternum. I know lay there with a gorgeous, pedicured, foot across my gut, and another on my chest firmly planting my half naked body to the floor with approximately 135 pounds of force. Her face went to a frown, “Wow, this doesn’t seem to bother you at all,” she observed with some disappointment. She pulled her left foot from my sternum and placed if adjacent to her right on my stomach. The instep of the right was just about on my naval, so the sole of her left was right on top of my diaphragm. Her face suddenly lit up. “Remember when I told you I would jump on your stomach, and you said you could take it?” I said nothing, and did nothing, but smile. She slowly bent both knees until she was a little more than half crouched. She leapt from her semi-crouched position, driving both feet down into me, hard, to accelerate herself up into the air. Her left foot compressed my diaphragm forcing most of the air from my lungs. She got up about one foot, and returned with a thud. That left foot came back down on my diaphragm with her balance leaning on it. I had the air driven from my chest, and now I found myself contending with the punched-in-the-stomach sensation. I clenched my teeth, and lifted my head in a struggle to absorb the impact, and discomfort. God this was wonderful. I was now trapped beneath this Brazilian Goddess’ sexy feet, and I was in pain. “Ha, it looks like you felt that!” She seemed proud of herself for her ability to hurt me. She now began to bend her knees and lower herself again. She leapt into the air, and landed with the same effect. Her right foot was no problem landing on my firm lower abdominals. The left foot was crushing my diaphragm with her take off and landing. The agony began to build in my belly, and showed on my face to Sara’s delight. “Hey, how are you down there?” she questioned in what was obviously mock concern due to her smile. She knew she wasn’t killing me, but she was having fun hurting me. “Just….fine,” I managed to squeak out while fighting for breath. “Havin trouble breathing?” she taunted. Her knees bent for a third time, and off she went. She came down on one foot, her left foot. She landed, sunk her left foot into my upper abdomen, and stepped off. I was not expecting a blow to my diaphragm of this magnitude, and let out a yelp. The wind was knocked out of me. I couldn’t breath, and my stomach had just been crushed. She stepped off onto her right foot, and pivoted one hundred and eighty degrease to turn to face me. I put both arms across my belly to protect my self, and clench the ravaged area where the pain originated.

She stood beside my immobilized figure on the floor with her hands on her hips. She said nothing, just stood there with a smile from ear to ear, and her jaw working the gum in her mouth. I think she was very proud of what she had accomplished when she looked at me laying on the floor in pain. She extended her right foot to push my left shoulder down so I would be flat on the floor. “Move your arms away,” she ordered in a rather unconcerned voice. She slid her toes under my arms, lifted them with her foot, and pushed them away from my body. I now left my arms laying a short distance from my sides. She placed her right foot on top of my belly gently. “Ok, now relax your stomach.” I looked up at her with a somewhat terrified face. “C’mon, you can do it.” She said while tapping the ball of her foot against the surface of my belly. “Soften up.” She insisted, looking down at me with raised eye brows, as if to say “what the fuck?! Just do it!” I took a deep breath and relaxed. She prodded my belly with her toes to see if I was still tight. She found my stomach to be relaxed, and the smirk was back on her face. She placed her right foot flat on top of my naval. “Try not to close your eyes. I want to see your eyes while I do this.” she informed me. She began pressing her foot down into my guts. The first couple inches where no sweat. I stared straight back up at her as she had asked me to do. She would break eye contact to see how far down her foot was, then look back at my face to witness my reaction. Finally her foot was about four inches down, and my guts were out of elasticity, but her weight was not fully applied. We looked at each other and seemed to make this realization at exactly the same time. At that moment her entire face lit up, and she stood up pressing her entire 135 pounds down into my softened abdomen. I clenched my teeth, and my eyes shot wide open with the panic of the sudden sharp pain that consumed the guts of my lower torso. She slowly brought her left foot around and barely touched the tip of her big toe against my sternum. The point of left foot was to maintain balance, I guess. She clearly wanted all her weight right where it was, crushing my soft insides.

I now squeezed my eyes closed in an effort to deal with my agony, but was quickly spoken to. “Hey, open your eyes, and look at me!” I kept my teeth clenched, but looked up, to see her thoroughly enjoying herself, still chewing her gum. “I know this hurts like hell. I can see it all over your face. You can cry out if you want.” I continued to lay there in silence, but I could feel tears welling up in my eyes. She began rocking her foot back and forth from heel to toe to concentrate her weight on the heel, then the ball. “I can feel you guts stretch and twist under my foot.” She said as she smiled down at me, mockingly. That was it. Finally it was too much pain, and I cried out, and I moaned. Her eyes went wide, and her face got rosy. She bent her knee, and jabbed her right foot down hard into my already crushed guts. I let out another cry, and continued moaning as I struggled for breath. Still she did not get off me. Instead she lifted her left foot from its balancing detail, and moved it to my face such that her toes were right over my mouth. “Now lick between the toes.” She said while tapping her toes against my lips. I stuck out my tongue, and she firmly placed her toes on my mouth. First my tongue ran between her big toe, and the second toe, then between the second and third. Then I was interrupted as she lifted her foot. Her raised foot was pointed down. “Open your mouth.” I did as I was told, and she inserted all five toes into my mouth. The fit was tight, but comfortable. I began swirling my tongue beneath all her toes, and the ball of her foot. A moment later she pushed her foot in deeper, and deeper, until her toes were touching the back of my throat. I now started to gag. I was now choking, and my insides were throbbing. With one foot crushing my gut, and the other deep in my mouth, I just stared up at the ceiling awaiting relief.

She wiggled her toes in my mouth. The flicking of her big toe against the back of my throat excited my gag reflex, but her foot remained deeply planted in my mouth. I squeezed my eyes shut, which ejected the tears that had built up from the pain in my mid section, and now the gagging. When my eyes opened she was looking down at me intently. She flicked the back of my throat again with her big toe. Again I convulsed, and squirmed. She once again appeared very proud of herself as she had discovered another means of making me suffer. She began rubbing the back of my throat constantly with her big toe. I suddenly found myself choking violently. I struggled and squirmed, but never made an effort to dislodge her toes from my esophagus. “You look funny when you’re choking.” She appeared very satisfied with my discomfort. Finally she extracted her toes from my throat and ordered “stick out your tongue.” I did as she asked, and she placed the heel of her left foot on the tip of my tongue, and dragged her bare sole across it, from the heel to the tips of her toes. Despite the sharp pain from my thoroughly compressed abdomen, I managed to smile as I got to see and taste the soles and toes of her gorgeous feet. And there were those sexy silver toe rings again, now glistening in my saliva. With her foot now off of my face, I lifted my head to look down towards my midsection where all the pain was coming from. Looking down my chest I could not even see the top of her foot, just the top of her ankle. “Yeah, I’m really kinda flattening you here. I like it better when your muscles are relaxed. I can feel your guts squishing.” she observed. She then bent her right knee, and began bouncing her weight on my abused insides. I again clenched my teeth, and squeezed my eyes shut. A few bounces later she placed her left foot on the floor, and transferred her weight from my bruised belly, to the floor.

I immediately clutched my stomach with both hands when she stepped off. I wasn’t sure if we were done, or not. She just stood there watching me again dealing with my pain. “Ok, close your eyes,” she said, and slipped her toes under my hands and flung them away from stomach. “Now, keep your eyes closed, and stomach relaxed,” she insisted. My last sight before closing my eyes was of her pushing her gum down underneath her tongue, rolling her lower lip between her teeth, and biting down. I could see she was up to something, but I just closed my eyes, and I was determined to take it. About three seconds after closing my eyes I suddenly felt like I had been shot in the stomach with a cannon ball. Her right foot slammed down hard directly on top of my diaphragm, and sank several inches, where she held it firmly in place. Immediately my eyes shot open, and my shoulders lifted from the floor in an involuntary spasm from the impact, and the shock of the seemingly electric transmission of pain through my belly. I was lost for breath as it had all been ejected from my lungs, which were not allowed to refill themselves because my torturer kept their diaphragm severely compressed and contorted beneath her foot. I rolled my head from side to side trying to contend with my new agony. I looked up at her face in despair, and there she was steering down at me gleefully, still chewing her gum. She looked me right in my pain consumed eyes and smiled.

I gently reached for her right ankle with both hands. I really wanted that foot out of my guts so I could roll over, and hold my belly. She lifted her foot and let me flounder on the floor for bit. After standing beside me for a while snapping her gum, she pushed me back onto my back with her right foot. She did not address what she had just put me through. Instead she announced “I kinda liked making you choke.” Having offered that comment she gently placed her right foot across my exposed throat. She playfully bobbed her foot on the surface of my neck while grinning at me. I remember thinking “I hope she isn’t completely insane.” Just at that moment she began slowly pressing her foot down on my throat. As the pressure gradually increased, my wind pipe began closing, and I began choking. Her face lit up when I began to gag. I gently reached up and held her ankle hoping she wouldn’t press down any harder. She did not stop. She continued to apply more force. My eyes went wide with panic. I was trapped beneath her, and she was crushing my wind pipe. I couldn’t breathe at all. Not even a sputter of a gag could pass through my collapsed throat. “Breathe. Come on, you can do it,” she taunted with a bit of laughter in her voice. She held her foot firmly in place for was seemed like an eternity, but was actually more like fifteen seconds. Upon releasing her foot I coughed violently for several seconds. She again just stood there and watched. She placed the toes of her left foot on my mouth and said “Lick my toes again.” While still in the process of recovering my breath, and still feeling the sensation of the stomp to my belly, I was happy to oblige any request that involved putting my tongue to her feet. “You like licking my feet, don’t you?” I simply nodded. “I like seeing your saliva all over them,” she confessed. “Any interest in licking some more of me?” she asked. “I want to lick you all over.” I responded.

She lifted her left foot from my mouth, and placed it back on the floor. She unbuttoned her shorts, and dropped them to the floor. She stood there over me, her pink panties soaked. She slid her right index and middle fingers in her panties and began touching herself. After a few seconds she removed her now glistening fingers and began to crouch beside me. She said nothing, just put her fingers in my already open and eager mouth. I locked my lips around her cum drenched fingers, sucked in my cheeks around them, and she slowly pulled them back out, sans pussy juice. “How was that?” she asked with a sultry smile. “Delicious,” I responded. “Oh yeah?” She asked rhetorically in a soft voice. She stood up, placed her sexy manicured index fingers in the waste band of her panties, and slid them down her tan, toned, legs to step out of them. She now positioned herself such that her feet were straddling my head. I turned my head to my left, and gently kissed her ankle. Her knees bent, and she began to lower herself. Her shaved, glistening, vagina was directly over my face and getting closer. She was now on her knees, sitting on her heels, with her moist pussy just an inch from my face. She reached down with her right hand, and spread her outer labia with her index and middle finger. I lifted my head to take up the remaining distance and gently planted a kiss on her open vagina. Sara then reached down with her other hand, grabbed the back of my head and firmly seated my mouth against her body. I drove my tongue as deep as I could inside her to get a taste of her genitals. She was already flowing, and I began lapping away at her pussy lips, drawing as much of her flavor into my mouth as I could. I finally moved up to her clitoral hood to find the clit was about half enshrouded. I locked my lips around her clit and clitoral hood, sucking them both into my mouth. As I did this she began oscillating her hips , grinding her crotch into my face. I sucked hard, and swirled my tongue against her exposed clit. She instantly began breathing very heavily, moaning softly as she exhaled. This continued only a couple minutes, before she began to spasm. The moans grew louder, she pressed herself harder against my mouth, and her pussy began to release its love juices. She screamed twice and suddenly pushed my head back down away from her vagina. She began feverishly rubbing herself. Cum was dripping from her sopping wet pussy onto my face. She stood up, stepped to the side of me, then crouched down. With her right hand she smeared the cum from around my mouth all over my face. I stuck my tongue out to lick her fingers. In my mouth they went, and once again I sucked them clean. She then placed several of her fingers back inside herself, then back in my mouth.

She stood up once again to climb up on her bed. She removed her shirt to expose a perfect pair of large B / small C cup breasts. With the back of my left hand, I wiped her pussy juice from around my mouth, and sat up. She patted a spot on her bed and told me “Come up here.” Those were the last words she said to me for the next three or four hours. We fucked each others’ brain out until about 1:00AM in the morning. The sex was pretty good, but the foreplay intensified the sex greatly. This situation was repeated over the next year and half. I had some other note worthy tramplers in college, but none quite like this.

  
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