Three Tramples 5 min read

This happened on a school camp that I attended when I was about 15. My girlfriends and I had 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 followed 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 boy’s shoulder and another’s leg as I helped her get up. We scuffled around for a while, with me treading on every body part I could find, finally someone’s 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 really 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 was 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 felt something hard but yielding under my foot. Without pausing I walked on over it and felt it pull away as I lifted my foot. Almost immediately I stepped on some smallish round things, fingers I guessed. I stepped right on them with the ball part of my foot, and although I had only soft-soled sneakers on I heard the boy cry out in pain. “Sorry, was that your hand,” I sympathized with him. I carried on and right at the end of the line I stepped on another set of fingers, I apologized to him too and left.

This happened on a school camp too. The group was 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 backward into a pile of scrub, which flattened out beneath him and allowed 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 figured 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.