Category: Trampling

This category contains all the stories about trampling or stories where the main focus is trampling. For the further details about a specific story look at the tags for that story.

There are many people interested in trampling. Some of those people are keen on being trampled by others, some would rather be on top, doing the trampling. All of them and many others who have just fantasized about trampling like to read about the experiences or fantasies of others with the same fantasies.

Three Tramples 4.4 (25)

A female author remembers multiple quick trample opportunities from her past

written by Unknown author
 original source of the story was Unknown source

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.

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Party Trample 4.4 (21)

A female author remembers trampling of drunken mate

written by Unknown author
 original source of the story was Unknown source

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 appearing 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 accidentally 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 realize 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. Continue reading “Party Trample 4.4 (21)“

Work Trample 4.1 (21)

written by Unknown author
 original source of the story was Unknown source

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 warehouse 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. Continue reading “Work Trample 4.1 (21)“

My First Stranger Trample 3.8 (15)

written by Unknown author
 original source of the story was Unknown source

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 a 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 opportunity. Continue reading “My First Stranger Trample 3.8 (15)“

True Trample Experiences in Tanning Saloon 4.6 (17)

written by Juiced1000
 original source of the story was Unknown source

Its been awhile since I’ve written anything so I thought I’d post some stories of real experiences I’ve had recently. A quick background, me and my girlfriend opened a clips site.

This has been a great excuse to recruit hot girls and have them trample and crush things. Anyways… I met this girl in my tanning salon, she’s 22 years old, a college girl who’s about 5’7″ and a good 140lbs. We started talking and I mentioned my website, she was instantly interested. She asked what the girls do and I told them that they trample me, front and back.

Well she agreed to do a shoot, I asked her “how about a trial run and see if you got what it takes?” with a quick little smile she said sure. We went back into my massage room and I laid on the table face down, she kicked off her flat, black sandals and without hesitation hopped up and stood on my back. “Does this hurt?” she asked, “Not at all, it feels great.” “Where can I go?” “Hey you’re on top, you’re in control, I’m just laying here,” with that she began to walk up and down my back. She placed her foot on my head and pressed down a little, “Does that feel good too?” “Yup.” Then she started to press down on my head harder. Before I knew it she was standing full weight on the side of my head. I could feel myself sinking into the firm massage table. I could smell the slight scent of sweat on her warm soles. She twisted her foot back and forth to test my pain tolerance. Continue reading “True Trample Experiences in Tanning Saloon 4.6 (17)“

Trample Set Up 3.6 (14)

A woman remembers when she helped out to stage an unknown trampling of a friend

written by Unknown author
 original source of the story was Unknown source

This was a staged trample set up by one of my former boyfriends. One of his friends had told him of his fantasy to be trampled unknowingly by a woman, so he told him how to go about it. All he had to do was to lie at the bottom of a set of steps that led down from the house to the basement garage.

He covered himself with an old roll of carpet, which extended up the steps, over his stomach and chest, and along the floor. He then concealed his head with a cardboard box which had the side cut out so he could see, and his legs were covered with some old sacks.

My boyfriend was working on a car in the basement and his ploy was to call out for me to come down, and then ask me to go back and get him a drink. Now since this was my boyfriends home and I’d been there many times, of course, I would notice a thing like a guy lying under a carpet at the foot of the stairs, so unbeknown to my trample victim I was in on the plan. I was wearing a white top, light blue jeans and white sneakers. Continue reading “Trample Set Up 3.6 (14)“

Gym Trample 3.6 (14)

written by Unknown author
 original source of the story was Unknown source

This is a technique I thought of while working at the gym as an aerobics instructor. When a new guy comes in for a workout programme many of them are quite soft and flabby, but it only takes a matter of weeks for them to harden up. The problem is because the change happens slowly it is difficult for many of them to see the difference. What I sometimes do is get them to lie on their backs and then I step on their stomach with one foot, full weight. Continue reading “Gym Trample 3.6 (14)“

Stranger Trample 4 (14)

A girl remembers her first time trampling a stranger

written by Unknown author
 original source of the story was Unknown source

This was one of my first tramples on total strangers where I began to think that maybe some guys liked being trampled on. My girlfriends and I were all on a ferry heading back from a resort island that we’d spent the day on. It was about nine at night so it was dark, and the ferry was crowded with people, mainly young like us.

At the front of the ferry, a number of guys were sitting down on the benches or on the floor. One guy had his back against the end of a bench and his legs stretched out along the inside of the rail of the ferry. Although it was dark there was enough light to see his legs, as it was cold he was wearing jeans and a sweater. I was wearing jeans too, plus a sweater and a jersey, plus my well worn white sneakers of course. I walked up to the rail and looked at the view, pretending not to see him. Continue reading “Stranger Trample 4 (14)“

Sore Back Trample 4.3 (8)

written by Unknown author
 original source of the story was Unknown source

This was one of the occasions where a guy asked to be trampled and got more than he expected.

One of my brother’s friends was complaining of a sore back around our house one day. I was about 16 and my brother and his friend were about 21.

“Di can give you a foot massage,” my brother volunteered, and explained how good it was for him. The guy got down on the ground on his stomach as I asked, and I put one foot on his back. I was wearing my usual soft soles sneakers and I stepped up on him full weight with both feet. I walked up and down his back for a while until I noticed that one of his hands was lying palm up beside him, I pretended to lose my balance and stepped off onto his hand.

“Sorry,” I said stepping back onto his back again. I was walking from his shoulders right down his back and over his but to his thighs, and he wasn’t grunting or groaning so I thought I’d try something else.

“How about turning over, sometimes it works if I do it from the other side so to speak,” I suggested.

He turned over and I put my foot up onto his chest. I stepped up with my other fooot on his stomach. I started to walk up and down, turning around on his chest and stomach. I could see him getting an erection in his pants as I went so he was enjoying it. I walked onto his stomach and put the toe of my sneaker right on the end of his cock where it bulged under his pants. I turned to stand at right angles to his body and again stood with the end of his cock just under the middle of my foot. I could fell it pushing up against the rubber sole of my sneaker and into my foot. I lifted my foot and brought it down right on his cock so that the end actually poked out the other side of my sole. Moving again I faced his head and this time put my heel down on the end of his cock, but I could still feel it bulging under the soft rubber heel of my sneaker.

When i finally got off I noticed a small stain on his pants, so I knew it had been a sexually satisfying exprience for him too. He eventually became my first sexual foot partner and we had many such sessions in the future.

Unwilling trample 4.4 (5)

written by Unknown author
 original source of the story was Unknown source

This happened not too long ago, and it’s one of the ways I use to trample on guys. I’d already set up some books I wanted on a shelf in the library. And I made sure there were no chairs around to use. I was wearing jeans and blue sneakers with a white top. I asked a guy I knew slightly in the library to help me get a book, but it was too high for him too.

“How about giving me a leg up?” I asked. He obligingly cupped his hands so I could put one foot in them and boost myself up, but I wavered all over and nearly fell.

“Suppose you kneel down and let me stand on your leg,” I suggested. He knelt on one knee and extended the other leg bent at the knee. I climbed up on his leg and stood there with both feet, but pushed away from the bookshelf so that his knee was forced out and he collapsed under my weight.
“Ok, can you just get on your hands and knees and I’ll stand on your back.”
He got down and I stepped onto his back and lifted myself up with my full weight on both feet. I pretended to look for the book, stepping back and forth and moving my feet about. Once I moved up to his shoulder and reaching over with one foot I placed the sole right on his head.

“Hey! watch it,” he complained.

“Sorry,” I said. I finally grabbed the book I wanted and walking to the rear of his body I stepped down onto the backs of his thighs, and from there to the floor.

“Thanks so much,” I told him. He rolled right over on the floor and lay on his back looking up at me. I walked down between where he was lying and the bookcase, opening the book I pretended to read it.

“You’re heavier than you look you know,” he told me. “You don’t tell a girl that,” I replied and I put my right foot on his stomach and stepped up full weight. I felt my foot sink into his belly and his stomach mussels tighten up beneath the soft rubber sole of my sneaker. I walked on over him and away still pretending to read the book.

An hour later I asked him to help me again. “I’ll find you a set of steps,” he said. How many of you guys reading this would have bothered with getting stairs?