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[Cyrpent]

(originally posted 2/26/02)

My first stranger trample

Like quite a few girls here I like trampling, mainly barefoot trample but flats are good. I had two older brothers who I can remember trampling on from an early age, I think I was about six when I first remember enjoying it. They were bigger so didn't seem to mind.

It was at school when I did my first trample on someone I didn't really know. It was lunch break and some of the kids were playing cricket on the field. I had been to netball and was still wearing my netball skirt and my basketball sneakers. The skirts were sort of short black skirts, worn with a white t shirt, and the sneakers were high top blue with white soles. If I'd known what was going to happen I might have taken my sneakers of beforehand, but it was a sudden opportuinty. there was a boy lying on the edge of the field on his stomach, watching the game. I was walking down the edge towards him, normally I would have just veered off and walked behind him, but for some reason I decided to step over him. As I approached he didn't notice me at all. I walked right up to him and just as I was lifting my left foot to step over him I changed my mind and plonked it down on his back. I quickly stepped up and walked over him, he squirmed a bit under my foot but I kept my ballance as I walked on. Without looking down or back I carried on, it felt great, I was almost tempted to turn around and go back. My friend later told me that he turned over on his side as I stepped off him and made to get up, but when he saw me walking on as if nothing had occurred he just lay down again. I never stepped on him again, in fact I didn't even know his name, but he encouraged me to keep doing it.

[Cyrpent]

(originally posted 2/27/02)

Work trample

Sometimes I had to engineer a trample situation. when I worked as a receptionist the computer occasionally stuffed up. The other guy who worked in the office would fix it, but sometimes if the cords pulled out he would either pull the desk out from the wall, or lie on the floor to sort them out. It depended on how much stuff was on the desk I think. The cords were so loose that I could push them out with my feet.
One morning I pushed the cords out and waited for Dave to find the printer had stuffed up. Another girl, Shiela, had come up from the wharehouse to use the printer, and she found it didn't work. This day I was wearing a blouse, a short blue skirt and black flats. Shiela was wearing a check shirt, jeans and white sneakers.
Dave came over to look at the computer, he realised the cords had pulled out and lay on his back under the desk to put them back. I whispered to Shiela to watch me, and I walked over towards him, placing my left foot on his stomach I stood on him and walked on over. He grunted slightly as i went. I turned to look back at him and I saw Shiela with her foot on his stomach. She too walked on over him without pausing. Dave didn't do or say anything, so i walked back over him, again standing on his stomach. I turned in time to see Shiela step on him as well, he finished doing the cords and crawled out. We just looked at him and giggled, he shook his head, called us both crazy, and left.

[Cyrpent]

(originally posted 2/27/02)

Party trample

For those who are interested, I am 6"1", slim build with size 10 shoe, which makes it hard to find dainty feminine footwear. I usually wear flatties, since I don't like apearing taller than what i am, I'm too tall as it is. I've never trampled on anyone while wearing high heels, or hard soled shoes. normally it's bare feet or sneakers.

This particular trample took place at a party during my teen years, it was a typical teen party where everyone had to much to drink. It was dark as the lights had been turned down. One of the guys, a really smart arse by the name of Dirk, had drunk too much and had passed out, face down on the floor half under a table. He was so out of it he didn't know what was going on. As i watched, another girl walking past him accidently tripped on his outstretched leg and stepped on his thigh. She nearly fell, but recovered and actually kicked him in the leg before she went on, but he didn't notice. Dirk was one of these obnoxious loud guys who thought he was God's gift to women, he was always touchy feely with all the girls, but didn't realise he was just a creep.
I walked over to the table, which was holding snack food. Reaching for some of the food I put my left foot square on his back, I could feel his shoulder blade under the soft sole of my sneaker. He didn't move. so i stepped up with my full weight and stood on his back with both feet close together. Even that didn't rouse him. I moved down the table a bit by shuffling my feet along, so that my right foot was pressing down on his butt. Finally I picked up something from the table, and twisting my feet on his back, I stepped forward with the toes of my right foot actually resting on his cheek, he was lying with his head on one side. As I stepped off my full weight pressed down on the side of his face. His head was actually lying in a shaft of light from an open doorway, and looking back I could see the zig zag print my sneaker sole had left on his face. I remember thinking that it would be good if he still had it on his face the next day when he looked in the mirror. That gave me an idea. I returned to the table and picked out a slice of cake with dark brown chocolate icing. "Accidently" dropping it on the floor, I stepped on it, squashing it into the carpet and rubbing it liberally on the rubber soles of both sneakers. When the cake was nothing more than a brown blotch on the floor, I carefully stepped onto Dirk's back and slowly walked the length of his body, which took only three steps. When I'd stepped of his butt I turned around and walked back up again, taking another three steps and ending up on the back of his neck. He still hadn't moved, so i smeard my right foot in the chocolate cake mess again, then placing it directly on the side of his face, I briefly stood on his head full weight.
Stepping back I checked my handiwork, there were clearly defined sneaker prints all over his white shirt, and a big muddy looking foot print right accross his cheek. How I would have liked to be there when he checked his clothes the next morning, and looked in the mirror.
I never found out what he thought of the foot prints all over him, he certainly didn't go around checking all the girls shoes to see who it was. For a few weeks after if I knew he would be about i'd wear the same sneakers I trampled him with, which still retained the chocolate cake remains in the treads, and I'd make a point of lifting up my foot so he could see the soles. But if it registered he never said.
Hope this interested you, thanks.

[Cyrpent]

(originally posted 3/6/2002)

Three tramples

This happened on a school camp that I attended when I was about 15. We'd all been for a bit of a hike and at the end of it we all sat or lay down to rest. There were four boys lying flat on their backs right in the trail back down the way we had come. They were talking to each other and basically just relaxing. I was chatting to two of my friends as i watched them, I knew all of the boys as they were in the same years as me at school. I whispered to my friends to follow me, and getting up I walked down the track.

Quickly placing one foot on the stomach of the first boy I stepped up and walked over to the second boy, and from him onto the third, and then finally onto the fourth. There was no real protests, just a few comments like 'hey' and 'what the ...' I looked back to see one of my girlfriends had floowed me step for step, but when she got to the third boy he grabbed her foot causing her to fall on top of them. They started to wrestle with her and trying to hold her down, so I dashed back and actually managed to stand on one boys shoulder and anothers leg as I helped her get up. We scuffled around for a while, with me treading on every body part I could find, finally someones head presented itself, so I stepped full on his face, squashing his nose flat, as I climbed up over the heap of people. There were four of them so it was no contest really, but it was a great trample opp.

This one happened when i was playing basketball at school. One of the girls was a big fat bitch with a nasty mouth. Several of us were going for the ball when we collided, the bitch got knocked to the ground in the melee, and as we played on I saw an opportunity. Putting my foot on her back I tromped on her with my full weight, and ran on over her. She got up looking real pissed off, but she hadn't seen who did it so she couldn't do stuff all. This was my first f/f trample, but she was pretty butch so it was more of a f/m trample anyway.

This was also during a sports day. A bunch of boys were sitting on the side of the field watching. I noticed that some of them were leaning back on their hands, which were behind them. I walked along behind them without looking down, wondering if some of their hands would get in the way. About halfway along I fealt something hard but yeilding under my foot. Without pausing i walked on over it, and felt it pull away as I lifted my foot. Almost immediatly I stepped on some smallish round things, fingers I guessed. I stepped right on them with the ball part of my foor, and although I had only soft soled sneakers on I heard the boy cry out in pain. 'Sorry, was that your hand', I sympathised with him. I carried on and right at the end of the line I stepped on another set of fingers, I apologised to him too and left.

[Cyrpent]

(originally posted 3/8/02)

This happened on a school camp too. The group were on a tramp in the woods, and since we didn't all want to hike to the top of the hill some of us fell out and waited for the others to come back. One of the boys just let himself fall over backwards into a pile of scrub, which flattened out beneath him and alowed him to lie on his back in the middle of it. I was wearing a brown jacket over a sweater, blue jeans and white sneakers.

Walking up between his legs which were outstretched I told him he was blocking my way. He just grinned at me so I placed one foot right on his crotch, with the toe of my sneaker just touching his belt. He didn't protest so I stepped up with my full weight and placed my other foot on his stomach, with the heel on his belt. He started to talk to me as if I was just standing beside him, so I stepped onto his chest with both feet and just stood there looking down at him, I then squatted down, so I was face to face. He raised his knees behind me, so I leaned back and sat on the tops of his knees, with both my feet still on his chest. When I got up I moved one foot back onto his stomach and stood up, then I turned around on his body and stepped down off him onto the ground again.

A bit later on the same boy was sitting on the ground leaning against a tree. I noticed one of his hands was flat on the ground beside him. Walking over i stood beside him and pretended to listen to what the teacher was talking about. Without looking down I started to move my feet about. I lifted my left foot and moved it over about six inches before putting it down, as I did so I felt a hard flat object under the sole of my sneaker. Instead of moving my foot I just stayed there. Nothing happened so I figered I must not be standing on him. I looked down to see three of his fingers poking out from under the side of my sole. I was standing right on his hand, and he wasn't concerned. Just as an experiment I moved forward, and rolled my foot off his hand so I was standing on my toe. After a moment I moved back, putting my foot down flat in the same place. His hand was still there, he hadn't moved it. That seemed to mean he liked the feel of my foot on his hand. I began to wonder if he would like to feel it in other places, after all he'd seemed to like me trampling his chest and stomach earlier in the day. I decided to try some more expiriments.