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Commodus
08-24-2002, 5:53 AM
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But let's head back to the scene, 'cos after a few minutes she finally managed to untie this damned shoelace. Now she lifted her foot and removed her football/climbing shoe. Moves of her foot standing on my dick became more hasty as she had great difficulty keeping balance while standing on this slippy object under the sole. She wore sandal, put the foot on my shoulder and tied the strap. Now I had much more skin of her foot to kiss and lick. So I did, also kissing and licking the leg and the shoe. She let me caressing her for a moment then stepped down and finally released my dick. Whoa! It was all in deep bruises from those lovely spikes. But I had no time to admire it, 'cos now Iza put her sandaled foot on my cock. She didn't hesitate and momentarily her full weight crushed my organ. The feeling was nearly unbearable. The sole has had deep tread and forced deep into the body, the heel of this shoe was wide and flat, but rather thin: 1x1.5". Iza tried to put all her weight to toes, beacuse she could better hold her ballance then, but occasionally she rocked her foot and pressed the heel really hard. However she didn't put all her weight to the heel. When she found the steady position she put her other foot on my shoulder again and started to untie the laces. Once more I kissed and licked her shoe, foot and leg as far as I could have reached. The shoelaces untied much faster than the previous ones so she had no occasion to grind her heel into my cock tip. But now she had to rise her foot and slip shoe off. And this was little difficult. Although she wasn't afraid of distributing her weight on toes and heel equally, she also had trouble keeping the ballance. So my cock was under enormous tension. The tip flattened just like a cherry under the foot of beautiful woman. But then she finally put the other sandal on and planted her foot back on my shoulder. Now she stood still on her toes and lifted the heel little up. I've been kissing her leg much longer then it took to fasten the strap. When Iza was satisfied she slowly raised her foot from my shoulder then twisted on her toes (still standing on my dick!). Ouch! The tread twisted my cock like the cigarette, but I was still fine. Then she placed her other foot firmly fingers on tip of my muscle. The sole was cold and harsh but little wet from my saliva, she marched in place and feeling was great. After few seconds she bounced lightly and standing still on the tip placed her other foot heel on the base of my instrument. Like before first she stood this leg only tiptoes then slowly lowered her heel till it was full weight on the sole. I thought my dick will be cut off, but she only stood full weight one heel along it (the heel was wider than longer, so placing foot across she rather tried to split it than cut). Yes, it was the pain, but something extatic also. She had a problem ballancing on the heel (it dug really deep into my poor dick), so it was not long she had to make a move. For me this few seconds was like ethernity. But she didn't dismounted yet. What happened next was really painful. She took her other heel and placed it ACROSS my organ, just below the tip! Then she transferred her weight to that heel. Iza began forward/backward movement like if she was trying to cut it out. As I said I don't like the pain. To that moment it was bias and overwhelmed by great pleasure. Now I was much more excited but the pain was over my boundaries of tollerance. I asked her to step down. Buy she did it her own way. She bounced on the heel once (I was sure edge of it cut thru the chair that moment) then twisted and stepped down to the bed.


Now I exploded. If the first blow hit the wall, this one pierced it thru. The speed of light must have been reached and some timespace anomalies happend, 'cos I gently leaned back and layed on the floor, with my massacrated weapon standing still. But I was not free yet. Now Iza literally jumped on me (still in this killer sandals), straight on my chest. I don't know how long had she trampled me and whether she trampled my cock. I was making silent pinging noices, just as overheated machine does after tough race. But this time her moves was gentle and relaxing. All I remember is her final words as she stepped down: 'I hope that will do, because I'll never do it again.'


I'm still not sure has she even noticed my two explosions. I think she hasn't. After all this crushing over my dick it was really sore, but the next day I felt sensations no more. And I've immediately checked the wall. The second shot hit it on very flat trajectory, it was 30cm (ca. 1 foot) higher then the first one (the wall-to-chair distance was about 2m, that is over 2.5 yards). I carefully wiped off all remains of my little accident.

The most surprising thing was that she had to put really all of her weight plus additional bumping thrust/force to inflict any pain. And it was unbelievably pleasant. Wow!


More soon, as new events will emerge...
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PS. Please make any comments, I'm curious how do you like my experiences

Commodus
08-24-2002, 5:54 AM
by Humfur:
Wow, Commodus!

Absolutely fantastic descriptions! I hope she didn't mean it when she said she would never trample you again. It sounds as if she was enjoying the experience as much as you!

Thanks for the great posts ... I hope there will be more to come!

Regards,

Humfur.

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by sub-1:
Very Nice
Thanks for the stories. I loved them, cock trampling is wonderful, My favorite cock trampling is in stocking feet or tennis shoes.
Thanks again,

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by Bomber:
Wow dude! What a time! Great story. Thanks for sharing. You're one lucky guy.

Commodus
08-24-2002, 5:54 AM
To Hamfur
I think she meant it, unfortunately. But according to cock-on-the-chair trampling only. Any other trampling is still ok, we have done it many times since events described in part 4.
I'm not sure about all this enjoying. First, as I've mentioned, she has stright catholic morality. Anything not approved by the Church is unequivocally not approved by her. She assumed any trampling is necessary evil, as we must not had sex. But now we had our first sex contact. It was... ingnominious defeat (believe me, details are worthless). No wonder, because I'm not experienced, she's not experienced, feel of guilty counts on. She did it only because I've insisted. And now there's no reason for this substitiute the trampling was. :confused:
The other way I see significant split in her behavior. She likes it, but she'd never admit it, 'cos its sth filthy. I think she prefer to make normal sex (at least it's approved by the Church, hardly, but it's less sin than any deviation). She would sacrifice her rules concerning no-sex if she would not have to trample me. :( It's sad but true. And I see, after our first sex experiences, her unwillingness of trampling is much stronger now then before. I had to ask her many times, until she gracefully agreed, and always she give me to understand that she does it only because I've insisted. As I said: zero initiative. And many times it's she deny.
It's kinda humiliating you have to ask the girl who seems to love you to make you pleasure. I feel really guilty and bad with it. :mad:
Maybe it's not the forum for such discussion, but I have lots of catholic friends (many of them are women) and all of them have very strong feel of guilty. Not exactly their feel of guilty - they easily burden the others with this feeling. As for Iza: she likes when I feel guilty I 'force' her to make things she does not like. I hate it. All of us need to be accepted, especially when it's connected with essence of our personality, additionally the little shameful essence. You know, I have big problem with selfacceptance, not to mention to be accepted by the others. See, Iza is the only girl I've plucked up my courage to explain the nature of trampling to.

To sub-1
Sneakers trampling is ok, but any socks associate with not very fresh smell for me, and I don't like it.

To Bomber
Lucky me, huh? Maybe. But not exactly. Look at the text above: anytime we do the trampling I feel guilty and it makes me cross with myself. Everybody want to be loved, at least to be happy (except masochists, but I don't feel I'm one of them, especially in psyche part of it), at last: to be accepted (it's substance of love, isn't it?).
Besides: She's the only girl ever trampled me with premeditation since my childhood (and I'm 30 now). One other friend of mine tried to make shiatsu on me, but she resigned, 'cos she didn't like it - and she didn't know I have been cheating about cause of that trampling. These are all my trampling experiences since I'm adult. I've never succeed in relations with girls/women, I'm too shy even to start chit-chat. Iza is the only girl who got close to me enough I was able to reveal my secrets to her. In fact she is the one who begun this relationship with no my efforts, too.
Well, I'm extremally shy and complexed (inferiority, selfacceptance, no success with girls,... many of them). This board made things to look little better.
In fact the only thing that keeps me to Iza is her semi-acceptance of trampling, my feel of guilty and my total inability to find somebody else.

I'm very unhappy person. :( (sniff)

Ok. The end of this pathetic complains. It could be much worse, couldn't it?

Best regards, thanx for response

Bomber
08-27-2002, 10:08 PM
C,
You've got your experiences and you'll always have that. I had more luck earlier in my life getting trampled but now that I'm married, it's pretty much up to my wife. I get shiatsu massages a few times a year but it's not really like a real trample session like I'd like.
I have heard others share that older (28+) women (compared to girls) are more comfortable with themselves and are more likely to trample. It makes some sense. Also, the more self-confident a woman is, the more likely she is to trample. So, you never know what the future will hold.
Thanks for reposting here and hopefully there will be many tramples in your future.