at what age ... story
 

hi guys

i must have been 5 years old when i got into l&c.
a bunch of neighbor kids - we played not only hide and seek,
but (and that was my favorite game) called "transformation".
everybody (except one who had to check our abilities) could transform into
what ever we liked.

for instance i often choose the form of a horse or a seat,
when a nice girl was to test us.

once we played that game, a very nice and beautiful teen girl (around 15 years old) named sue, was the "referee".
i secretly had a crush on her and desperately wanted her with all her weight to sit on me.
i took that chance and transformed into a chair.

sue went from kid to kid and when she saw me, she grinned and said:
"oh, what a nice chair, a little bit small maybe, but i am tired and you look comfy. that said, she turned around with her back to me so i could see her sexy big jeans butt directly before my face and descended slowly until she was sitting full weight on my small shaking frame (she sat on my lap).

also i absolutely loved it and wanted this moment never to end, i couldn't take her weight very long (maybe30 seconds).
best thing is, not only i loved it, because after that tournament sue smiled at me the whole time!
this moment surely embossed my live.

We are not interested in your stories about a girl sitting on your lap. Phoneman

at what age .... another one from the good old days
 

hi guys

here's another one.

when i was 15 years old (6 foot, 160 pound) me and 3 neighbor-kids went to a nice public open air bath.
it was during our summer holidays.
there was lou (11, rather skinny 100 pound) and his two older sister
kate (14, 110 pound) and the oldest sibling
may (16, 190 pound with a nice meaty big butt).

we decided to play chicken fight and choose a place, where the water went up to our chest (in that case adapted to little lou
who was the smallest of us).

fortune determined following couple:
me and kate and...
lou and big may

first we boys where to carry the girls.
i had no problem with kate's 100 pound, but lou had to fight hard.
may had to slowly and carefully climb on her little brothers shoulders, in order not to squash him to the ground of the pool.
it looked amazing - his little head hardly to see under that huge ass and thighs of his big sister.

then i suggested to swap places, so the girls had to carry the boys.

after all that pain lou had to endure, he was smiling now, sitting relaxed on big may. may was also relaxed and smiled now, she was strong and sensed her team to win this time.
pretty but slim kate was now to be tested to her limits.
i spread my legs and kate submerged the waterline in order to lift me up.
the second attempt was successful.

i was sitting on her slim shoulders and felt her shaking under my weight.
indeed i loved to feel her neck and her struggling so much, that i got a hardon
and i secretly grinded her neck with every step she took.

after the chicken fight game i had to stay in the water for a good 10 minutes,
to hide my arousal.

either kate never noticed my hardon, or she kept it a secret.
i tend to think it was the former case.

cheers, wunderwanst

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When I was 15 and saw cheerleaders lifting each other!

I realized having a thing for being lifted and carried while starting my pole dance training when I was 17 yo. At first, it was just kind of a strange feeling being lifted during the training sessions but within a few months I became more or less hooked to that feeling.

From the age of ten

Sorry, don't know much about pole dancing, but isn't it an individual thing? Why were you being carried? Sounds hot though :thumbup2:

I remember at the end of 4th grade (around the age of 10) i loved the idea of insanely strong girls. I forgot about it for many years but some years ago this idea came back to my mind.

When I first saw wwe diva Chyna lift a guy overhead, I got very fascinated. At that time, I was in class 6th. Gradually when I reached class 8th, I was always turned on, on seeing girls taller than me. I just imagined them lifting me overhead. I had a classmate in class 8th. She towered over me and also looked broader and heavier than me. She onced lifted me from behind with just one hand. She put her hands in between my legs, my balls pressing against her arms and suddenly I was 3 feet up in the air.

Always
 

Even as a very young boy I had this ?thing? about strong girls. Maybe from the age of 7 or 8. Never discussed with anyone.

At 16 probably