Tabasco
11-05-2002, 9:40 PM
April and I never did have another trample orgy, much to my despair. She just didn’t seem all that interested. She had her victory and that was all she wanted. I couldn’t tell what her intentions were. She was a rather complex girl. Often, in the privacy of my office, reviewing files and updating our evals, she would put her feet in my lap and just wiggle her toes while continuing to work. For me however, this made work very difficult. I think she knew that too. Sometimes, she would shift a bit and rest her heel, ankles crossed, on the base of my cock. Such teasing was both torturous and insanely pleasurable. The first time it happened, I dropped a casual sexual innuendo which promptly resulted in her removing her feet from my lap and leaning back on the couch.
I wanted to be her slave, and the simple act of flaunting her feet with complete disregard for how it affected me physically and emotionally, reflected a subtle cruelty above and beyond a zealous mistress. The memory of the night she spent trying to get my submission was so strongly etched in my mind that I often replayed the entire event with photographic detail. And in the privacy of my quarters, that memory was better than any Playboy, Hustler or Penthouse.
It was a horrible week in mid September. The rain had been pouring down for several days and we were drilling our recruits in the mud. Sunday finally let up a bit and I stepped out around 0800 with a cup of coffee and looked down towards the BX. The sky literally looked old, like the skin of an old man, ready to burst. I saw April walking out of the BX with what I had guessed to be her girlfriend, a tall blonde nurse named Arlene Aurbach. She was a Lieutenant fresh out of ROTC and had a strong Dutch accent. It seemed they attended high school together and shared a lot of memories. Her recent transfer now occupied most of April’s free time and I didn’t see much of her. Our drinking nights were history.
I wrote a lot of reports that month which included recommendations for newer, stricter standards and qualification scores. This meant my assignment was drawing to a close and I would resume my rank as Master Sergeant and the duties of ensuring the enlisted sector didn’t squeak. This, unfortunately, also meant that April was likely to get transferred back to her previous assignment.
It was my birthday, and a week before our final company was to graduate. I was in my office, alone with a bottle of jack and a cigar I was saving just for this occasion. I didn’t feel like celebrating. There was a knock on the door, and I guessed it was April dropping off her evals. I was right, but she wasn’t alone. Arlene was towering over her with a grin to indicate they had been drinking as well. I invited them in, and since the rain was getting worse, they didn’t hesitate.
April kicked off her boots so as not to track mud through and Arlene followed her example. Then they both plopped on their cute little buts on my couch and looked at me.
“What?”
“What you drinking?”
“Jack” I said. “Care for a shot?”
“Yeh!”
It wasn’t long before the bottle was dry. I was sitting on the floor looking at some paperwork and it didn’t seem like either April or Arlene wanted to go back out in the freezing rain just yet. The thunder and pounding drops against my windows was both discouraging and reassuring. Suddenly, I felt something press against my face.
“Hey!” April said tapping my face with her toes. My heart raced and I froze. “Wanna see something cool?”
Arlene paused for a while, and my heart did the same. What if she said no? Luckly, she said “Sure, what?”
April pressed her entire foot against my face and the smell electrified me.
“April! What are you doing?” Arlene gasped.
“It’s ok, hon. That’s like, his thing.”
“My thing?” I chimed in.
“Yeah. Lie down so I can show her.”
I had no choice, even if I wanted to save what tiny shred of pride I had, this was probably the last time in my life I would ever get this kind of treatment from April and I would never forgive myself for saying no. So I was down like a rug, heart racing, cock swelling, mind spinning from the Jack and anticipation of what was about to happen.
April started walking on my chest and belly, alternating her weight. It was just like before and brought back a flood of memories I had been stoking carefully for many months.
“Oh dear God, April, you’re going to collapse his ribs! Stop that!”
“No, I’m fine!” I snapped, annoyed at the prospect of someone prompting this incredible scene to end prematurely.
April gave me a solid stomp to the solar plexus. “Be nice!”
“Sorry.” I grunted.
As I lay there, completely enthralled in the gentle swaying and rocking of April’s weight, I could tell that Arlene was irresistibly drawn to the scene, like a cat focused on a fluttering piece of paper in a breeze she watched with severe concentration and an almost blissful smile.
“You should try this,” April winked at her and smiled, “it’s pretty fun.”
“Looks like fun, “ Arlene said, “but I’m not as tiny as you…” then with a thought she blurted out “This is silly, what are we doing! I need to get going, we have drill in the morning.” Which meant an hour off her sleep. Damn.
April got off and my heart sank under the floor. “Ladies,” I stated without getting up “seeing as this may the last night for quite a while where we can be utterly informal, and seeing also as it is my birthday, I would like to make a special request.”
“What?” April asked. “No, don’t tell me, I bet I can guess…” Then with a stern, well practiced voice she barked, “Come on, Arlene, we need to throw the Sarge a birthday party.”
April was back up on my chest and pulling Arlene by the hand to join her. Though she was reluctant at first, she only seemed to put up a token struggle. Before long, both gorgeous ladies were giving me the best double treat I ever had. As easily as I could tell that little April was a small town party girl who would do anything for fun or attention, I could tell that Arlene was a sensual, shy and reserved girl who seemed to really get into being on top of me. April jumped over to my cock which almost blew right there, luckily I fought with every ounce of will to suppress my premature orgasm. Arlene froze, seemingly transfixed by the act. Then I heard her say in a voice shaking with excitement “Let me!” April smiled and hopped off only to get back up on my chest while I felt the longer, heavier feet of Arlene begin a slow, deliberate trample of my cock. Suddenly I heard her moan.
She grabbed April by the arm and pulled her close. “Kiss me!” I had no hope of control left. Arlene marching slowly on my throbbing cock and April on my chest began caressing each other and making out. I fought desperately to get their socks off. April knew what I wanted and simply raised her feet in turn. Arlene took a bit more work but finally they were both barefoot.
Suddenly, a thunderclap hit and the lights went out. The base emergency lights lit but the barracks generators stayed down. I couldn’t see them anymore but their soft, moist feet still felt absolutely wonderful all over me. April lost her balance briefly and stepped off. Perfect. I quickly undid my shirt and started working on my belt. Arlene picked up on what I was doing and moved down to my legs as my throbbing engorged cock finally got some fresh air. They got back on.
I could hear Arlene moaning pleasurably and the soft sucking sound of their kisses. I did a fair share of moaning myself as my eyes rolled back to savor this once in a lifetime treat.
One of the girls had an orgasm, but it was too dark to tell who. My guess was Arlene since her toes suddenly curled tightly around my member and squeezed him like a stress ball. When she released, I could tell the night was ending. I was only hoping they wouldn’t leave me hanging. Luckily they didn’t.
“Let’s finish off the birthday boy!” April said. “What do we do?” Arlene replied just as the lights came back on. “Here, move over.” April smiled and stepped up on my cock with both feet. The lighter weight was very pleasurable. “This is the weirdest thing.” She began her awesome work on my cock but it didn’t take long before Arlene wanted a turn. Finally they settled on a double team effort which was absolutely, insanely brilliant! Arlene worked my cock, and April stomped my nuts like a foot-pump in perfect rhythm. I couldn’t hold out much longer. This being a much less brutal trample than the last time April was in this position made it much easier to get off and when I finally started blowing my load, April stood full weight on my sack and wiggled her toes on the base of my cock.
I don’t remember how the evening ended, I know I had a hard time forming coherent speech. The two girls did a lot of awkward giggling, and even had another makeout session on my couch to which I crawled like a worm and worshipped April’s feet. At least she seemed to enjoy that. Sucking on her toes and licking her soles was the like the perfect desert to top off a 5 star meal. I couldn’t have hoped for a happier birthday.
When April finally gave me a hug good night, she said the words which lifted my spirits even higher than they could have already been.
“That was fun! We should do this more often!”
~T~
I wanted to be her slave, and the simple act of flaunting her feet with complete disregard for how it affected me physically and emotionally, reflected a subtle cruelty above and beyond a zealous mistress. The memory of the night she spent trying to get my submission was so strongly etched in my mind that I often replayed the entire event with photographic detail. And in the privacy of my quarters, that memory was better than any Playboy, Hustler or Penthouse.
It was a horrible week in mid September. The rain had been pouring down for several days and we were drilling our recruits in the mud. Sunday finally let up a bit and I stepped out around 0800 with a cup of coffee and looked down towards the BX. The sky literally looked old, like the skin of an old man, ready to burst. I saw April walking out of the BX with what I had guessed to be her girlfriend, a tall blonde nurse named Arlene Aurbach. She was a Lieutenant fresh out of ROTC and had a strong Dutch accent. It seemed they attended high school together and shared a lot of memories. Her recent transfer now occupied most of April’s free time and I didn’t see much of her. Our drinking nights were history.
I wrote a lot of reports that month which included recommendations for newer, stricter standards and qualification scores. This meant my assignment was drawing to a close and I would resume my rank as Master Sergeant and the duties of ensuring the enlisted sector didn’t squeak. This, unfortunately, also meant that April was likely to get transferred back to her previous assignment.
It was my birthday, and a week before our final company was to graduate. I was in my office, alone with a bottle of jack and a cigar I was saving just for this occasion. I didn’t feel like celebrating. There was a knock on the door, and I guessed it was April dropping off her evals. I was right, but she wasn’t alone. Arlene was towering over her with a grin to indicate they had been drinking as well. I invited them in, and since the rain was getting worse, they didn’t hesitate.
April kicked off her boots so as not to track mud through and Arlene followed her example. Then they both plopped on their cute little buts on my couch and looked at me.
“What?”
“What you drinking?”
“Jack” I said. “Care for a shot?”
“Yeh!”
It wasn’t long before the bottle was dry. I was sitting on the floor looking at some paperwork and it didn’t seem like either April or Arlene wanted to go back out in the freezing rain just yet. The thunder and pounding drops against my windows was both discouraging and reassuring. Suddenly, I felt something press against my face.
“Hey!” April said tapping my face with her toes. My heart raced and I froze. “Wanna see something cool?”
Arlene paused for a while, and my heart did the same. What if she said no? Luckly, she said “Sure, what?”
April pressed her entire foot against my face and the smell electrified me.
“April! What are you doing?” Arlene gasped.
“It’s ok, hon. That’s like, his thing.”
“My thing?” I chimed in.
“Yeah. Lie down so I can show her.”
I had no choice, even if I wanted to save what tiny shred of pride I had, this was probably the last time in my life I would ever get this kind of treatment from April and I would never forgive myself for saying no. So I was down like a rug, heart racing, cock swelling, mind spinning from the Jack and anticipation of what was about to happen.
April started walking on my chest and belly, alternating her weight. It was just like before and brought back a flood of memories I had been stoking carefully for many months.
“Oh dear God, April, you’re going to collapse his ribs! Stop that!”
“No, I’m fine!” I snapped, annoyed at the prospect of someone prompting this incredible scene to end prematurely.
April gave me a solid stomp to the solar plexus. “Be nice!”
“Sorry.” I grunted.
As I lay there, completely enthralled in the gentle swaying and rocking of April’s weight, I could tell that Arlene was irresistibly drawn to the scene, like a cat focused on a fluttering piece of paper in a breeze she watched with severe concentration and an almost blissful smile.
“You should try this,” April winked at her and smiled, “it’s pretty fun.”
“Looks like fun, “ Arlene said, “but I’m not as tiny as you…” then with a thought she blurted out “This is silly, what are we doing! I need to get going, we have drill in the morning.” Which meant an hour off her sleep. Damn.
April got off and my heart sank under the floor. “Ladies,” I stated without getting up “seeing as this may the last night for quite a while where we can be utterly informal, and seeing also as it is my birthday, I would like to make a special request.”
“What?” April asked. “No, don’t tell me, I bet I can guess…” Then with a stern, well practiced voice she barked, “Come on, Arlene, we need to throw the Sarge a birthday party.”
April was back up on my chest and pulling Arlene by the hand to join her. Though she was reluctant at first, she only seemed to put up a token struggle. Before long, both gorgeous ladies were giving me the best double treat I ever had. As easily as I could tell that little April was a small town party girl who would do anything for fun or attention, I could tell that Arlene was a sensual, shy and reserved girl who seemed to really get into being on top of me. April jumped over to my cock which almost blew right there, luckily I fought with every ounce of will to suppress my premature orgasm. Arlene froze, seemingly transfixed by the act. Then I heard her say in a voice shaking with excitement “Let me!” April smiled and hopped off only to get back up on my chest while I felt the longer, heavier feet of Arlene begin a slow, deliberate trample of my cock. Suddenly I heard her moan.
She grabbed April by the arm and pulled her close. “Kiss me!” I had no hope of control left. Arlene marching slowly on my throbbing cock and April on my chest began caressing each other and making out. I fought desperately to get their socks off. April knew what I wanted and simply raised her feet in turn. Arlene took a bit more work but finally they were both barefoot.
Suddenly, a thunderclap hit and the lights went out. The base emergency lights lit but the barracks generators stayed down. I couldn’t see them anymore but their soft, moist feet still felt absolutely wonderful all over me. April lost her balance briefly and stepped off. Perfect. I quickly undid my shirt and started working on my belt. Arlene picked up on what I was doing and moved down to my legs as my throbbing engorged cock finally got some fresh air. They got back on.
I could hear Arlene moaning pleasurably and the soft sucking sound of their kisses. I did a fair share of moaning myself as my eyes rolled back to savor this once in a lifetime treat.
One of the girls had an orgasm, but it was too dark to tell who. My guess was Arlene since her toes suddenly curled tightly around my member and squeezed him like a stress ball. When she released, I could tell the night was ending. I was only hoping they wouldn’t leave me hanging. Luckily they didn’t.
“Let’s finish off the birthday boy!” April said. “What do we do?” Arlene replied just as the lights came back on. “Here, move over.” April smiled and stepped up on my cock with both feet. The lighter weight was very pleasurable. “This is the weirdest thing.” She began her awesome work on my cock but it didn’t take long before Arlene wanted a turn. Finally they settled on a double team effort which was absolutely, insanely brilliant! Arlene worked my cock, and April stomped my nuts like a foot-pump in perfect rhythm. I couldn’t hold out much longer. This being a much less brutal trample than the last time April was in this position made it much easier to get off and when I finally started blowing my load, April stood full weight on my sack and wiggled her toes on the base of my cock.
I don’t remember how the evening ended, I know I had a hard time forming coherent speech. The two girls did a lot of awkward giggling, and even had another makeout session on my couch to which I crawled like a worm and worshipped April’s feet. At least she seemed to enjoy that. Sucking on her toes and licking her soles was the like the perfect desert to top off a 5 star meal. I couldn’t have hoped for a happier birthday.
When April finally gave me a hug good night, she said the words which lifted my spirits even higher than they could have already been.
“That was fun! We should do this more often!”
~T~