leo_sub
10-23-2003, 6:02 PM
The following story is based on true facts and the real part ocurred 15 years ago. I hope you like it and forgive me for my bad english (i’m from Brazil, after all)
Irene
I used to go, on summer vacations, to my uncle’s ranch. It was a 2 hours drive from Sao Paulo, where his family lived. The grown up males family members worked on week days, going to the ranch to spend weekends. So, on week days, it was only our mothers, aunts and some of their friends. And us, kids.
It was a big ranch, with two houses, by a very big lake. Usualy there were something like 30 or 40 of us, mostly kids, from 5 or 6 years old to 16 or 17. And, believe me, i had a lot of female cousins. With them, i experienced some great trample scenes, most of them in a playful mode.
In this particular summer, when i was 15, my 14 years old cousin, Patricia, was very close to me. I was a tough guy and she was very competitive, so she was always trying to beat me in games and other situations. As it was a big place, 2 houses, a boat garage, soccer and tennis fields, a swimming pool and gardens, we had a lot of private moments. And she used a lot of these moments to try to beat me, step on me, boss me around. It wasn’t a sexual thing, but in a lot of moments i had a hard on. And she noticed, of course. I can’t say she was a dominant girl (just a little bossy). I think we were just two young and healthy persons, trying and experimenting one with the other. Me, being submissive, always allowing her to do some things she wouldn’t dare to try with other guys. Things like to step on my hands, rub her feet on my face, order me to smell her feet... you know what kind of little thing i’m talking about.
In one afternoon we were playing in the pool. It begun as a competitive playing. Some pullings, some pushings. Me trying to pull her under water for a few seconds, so she would run out of breath and give up. Little by little, i was geting an erection by touching her body, and the play was becoming more sexually oriented. I was swimming under water and rubing my body agains her legs. I did this some times, and now i was passing between her legs. She allowed me pass 2 or 3 times and didn’t try to stop me, like she usually would. Next time i tried, when i was reaching her, she simply steped on the back of my head, pinned me to the bottom of the pool, and stayed like that. When my air supply was gone i lifted my head to look at her face, and she was smiling from ear to ear. I just recovered my breath and said:
“Do it again, please”
She simply grabed my hair and shoved my head under water. Next thing i felt was her foot firmly planted on my head and her weight growing up. Oh my God, what a wonderful sensation. The next thing i felt was her feet on my back, and soon she was walking all over me. Back and forth. Over and over. I was in Heaven. I was runing out of breath again, but, believe me, was seriously considering to let her drown me. Well, it was a glorious way to die. But as i wished to stay alive so i could continue to be steped on, i made my decision and stood up. Just to be greeted by her delicious laugh.
“Want more?”
“ Oh yeah!!! You bet!!!”
“OK. Lie on your back this time”
So i did, and she walked all over me. Tighs, crotch (oops, she was not that innocent), belly, chest... and then she stood on my face. One foot, then the other. Then both. I can swear that, when i looked up between her feet, i saw her dancing. It was too much to me. I was nearly exploding, so i gave up. When i looke at her face again, she was radiant. Don’t know if because of what she had done or for my look of total surrender.
“Give up, already, tough boy?” (between giggles)
“Just need a little time to recover, ok?”
And i went to the pool’s border where i crossed my arms, resting my head on them. I stayed in this position for some seconds, until i fell a shadow over me. I lookd up and saw Irene.
Irene was may parent’s cousin. She was 32, divorced and a beautiful brunete. She was a sweet person, who everybody liked, but her main characteristic was her bossy and dominering personality. I loved her just for that.
Well, there she was, in her bikini and sunglasses, her clogs almost touching my arms, hands on hips, looking down on me and smiling. I looked for Patricia, and she was leaving the pool. We had been caught doing something nasty, and she was leaving the crime scene.
“I’ve seen all your nasty little game, boy”
I looked at her again, wondering what was she going to do about it, just in time to see her foot going out of the clog, lifting on the air in a slow motion and pressing lightly on my arm, near my showlder.
“Do you like to play tough, boy?”
And the pressure rising. Then she steped on my showlder and pressed hard, moving her foot from side to side, like putting out a cigarrete.
“Look at me”
When i did, she, still smiling, lifted her foot from my showlder and steped lightly on my forehead.
“You can handle a little girl like Patricia. Do you think you can handle me?”
Don’t know what i answered. Don’t even know if i answered. All i know is that she, still smiling, took her foot from my face, put her clog back on, turned and left. I can still hear her clogs going “click, clack, click, clack”, while she walked away, turned her head over her showlder and said:
“We’ll see, boy”
She wasn’t smiling any more.
To be continued
Irene
I used to go, on summer vacations, to my uncle’s ranch. It was a 2 hours drive from Sao Paulo, where his family lived. The grown up males family members worked on week days, going to the ranch to spend weekends. So, on week days, it was only our mothers, aunts and some of their friends. And us, kids.
It was a big ranch, with two houses, by a very big lake. Usualy there were something like 30 or 40 of us, mostly kids, from 5 or 6 years old to 16 or 17. And, believe me, i had a lot of female cousins. With them, i experienced some great trample scenes, most of them in a playful mode.
In this particular summer, when i was 15, my 14 years old cousin, Patricia, was very close to me. I was a tough guy and she was very competitive, so she was always trying to beat me in games and other situations. As it was a big place, 2 houses, a boat garage, soccer and tennis fields, a swimming pool and gardens, we had a lot of private moments. And she used a lot of these moments to try to beat me, step on me, boss me around. It wasn’t a sexual thing, but in a lot of moments i had a hard on. And she noticed, of course. I can’t say she was a dominant girl (just a little bossy). I think we were just two young and healthy persons, trying and experimenting one with the other. Me, being submissive, always allowing her to do some things she wouldn’t dare to try with other guys. Things like to step on my hands, rub her feet on my face, order me to smell her feet... you know what kind of little thing i’m talking about.
In one afternoon we were playing in the pool. It begun as a competitive playing. Some pullings, some pushings. Me trying to pull her under water for a few seconds, so she would run out of breath and give up. Little by little, i was geting an erection by touching her body, and the play was becoming more sexually oriented. I was swimming under water and rubing my body agains her legs. I did this some times, and now i was passing between her legs. She allowed me pass 2 or 3 times and didn’t try to stop me, like she usually would. Next time i tried, when i was reaching her, she simply steped on the back of my head, pinned me to the bottom of the pool, and stayed like that. When my air supply was gone i lifted my head to look at her face, and she was smiling from ear to ear. I just recovered my breath and said:
“Do it again, please”
She simply grabed my hair and shoved my head under water. Next thing i felt was her foot firmly planted on my head and her weight growing up. Oh my God, what a wonderful sensation. The next thing i felt was her feet on my back, and soon she was walking all over me. Back and forth. Over and over. I was in Heaven. I was runing out of breath again, but, believe me, was seriously considering to let her drown me. Well, it was a glorious way to die. But as i wished to stay alive so i could continue to be steped on, i made my decision and stood up. Just to be greeted by her delicious laugh.
“Want more?”
“ Oh yeah!!! You bet!!!”
“OK. Lie on your back this time”
So i did, and she walked all over me. Tighs, crotch (oops, she was not that innocent), belly, chest... and then she stood on my face. One foot, then the other. Then both. I can swear that, when i looked up between her feet, i saw her dancing. It was too much to me. I was nearly exploding, so i gave up. When i looke at her face again, she was radiant. Don’t know if because of what she had done or for my look of total surrender.
“Give up, already, tough boy?” (between giggles)
“Just need a little time to recover, ok?”
And i went to the pool’s border where i crossed my arms, resting my head on them. I stayed in this position for some seconds, until i fell a shadow over me. I lookd up and saw Irene.
Irene was may parent’s cousin. She was 32, divorced and a beautiful brunete. She was a sweet person, who everybody liked, but her main characteristic was her bossy and dominering personality. I loved her just for that.
Well, there she was, in her bikini and sunglasses, her clogs almost touching my arms, hands on hips, looking down on me and smiling. I looked for Patricia, and she was leaving the pool. We had been caught doing something nasty, and she was leaving the crime scene.
“I’ve seen all your nasty little game, boy”
I looked at her again, wondering what was she going to do about it, just in time to see her foot going out of the clog, lifting on the air in a slow motion and pressing lightly on my arm, near my showlder.
“Do you like to play tough, boy?”
And the pressure rising. Then she steped on my showlder and pressed hard, moving her foot from side to side, like putting out a cigarrete.
“Look at me”
When i did, she, still smiling, lifted her foot from my showlder and steped lightly on my forehead.
“You can handle a little girl like Patricia. Do you think you can handle me?”
Don’t know what i answered. Don’t even know if i answered. All i know is that she, still smiling, took her foot from my face, put her clog back on, turned and left. I can still hear her clogs going “click, clack, click, clack”, while she walked away, turned her head over her showlder and said:
“We’ll see, boy”
She wasn’t smiling any more.
To be continued