Right after my 13th birthday my parents separated. My dad got custody of me and my mom took Ann. Dad moved us to Florida to follow a job and I started 7th grade in Dade County. Over the next few years our correspondence was limited to birthday and Christmas cards, and a snapshot or two. Then, in my senior year in high school my mom developed colon cancer and passed away. Ann came to stay with us.

Things were a little awkward between her and dad, and I sensed that my mom might not have presented my dad in the best light. At ten years old the "chunky" was gone. She was short and slim. She was cute too, and she knew it. She went into the fourth grade, and made friends easily. We bonded again, and everything was great.

Later I went off to college in New England, and spent the summers doing work study and ROTC training.  I came home at the end of my junior year for a few weeks before going to Fort Sill, Oklahoma for some artillery training. Dad was starting to date again, and Ann was pretty much left to herself. She was involved in cheerleading and fitness, and had a few boyfriends although none seemed serious. After all she was barely 14.
 
My second evening home, Ann came into the den and sat down to talk to me. She was wearing her cheerleading outfit and sat opposite me. She had one leg flat on an ottoman, and the instep of her other foot at the ottoman edge. When my eyes darted down and looked between her legs, she caught me and laughed. I asked to move to another chair.

She responded, "Why? Am I making you hot?"

I told her I was hard enough that she could stand on my dick. She told me to prove it. I told her to remove her shoes and she removed her shoes, socks, skirt and underwear almost in one motion. I went into the kitchen and put my erection up on the counter.

I asked her how much she weighed, and she said, "106 lbs., and here it comes."

She put a kitchen chair next to the counter and stepped up onto it. I was beginning to wish I had not brought up the subject at all, but as I looked at her legs and thighs, I knew I had to let her do this.

"How careful do I have to be?" She asked.

Then, before I could answer, she put her hand on the wall for balance, bent her left leg, and put her right heel across my erection. As she moved up and down and sideways, I felt the pressure, and it felt great. Then she smacked her right heel across my erection, and bore down. I could see her leg and thigh muscles moving under her skin, and the sight of them made me even harder. Then she centered her right heel on top of my dick, and lightly stomped on it. The pressure was awesome.

"Did that feel good to you?" She asked while stomping her heel into me a little harder. "Because if it did, we can do this whenever you like. Don't worry. This will be our thing. No one has to know."
 
So now we are 33 and twenty five. Ann works in construction, and is into natural bodybuilding; no steroids, (no deep voice, no rage). At 6'1" and 130 lbs. she is a bit of a wide load, but her BMI is less then 10%. We visit often, and sometimes she asks if I want her to stand on my dick, and I always do. She is built like a sprinter. She wears size 7 1/2 shoes. Her lower body is especially strong, and I take that as a compliment.

For my 30th birthday she built me the perfect chair to be cock-stomped in with; a high side so she can keep her balance. Our favorite thing is what we call surfboardiing. She will place one bare heel or the other on top of my erection where it comes out of my body and face away from me. Then she transfers her weight to my dick, lifts the front of her foot off the chair, and we see how long she can balance on the back of her heel. So far the record is 84 seconds.
 
Maybe one day one or the other of us will get married. I hope that even if this should happen, this part of our life won't change.