“High School Teachers Get Blackmailed” Part 4
The tickling ceased abruptly and an awkward, nerve-racking silence once again fell over the classroom as the teachers waited to see who would be next. But this time, nobody started laughing. Instead, Cole walked back in front of them. He addressed them by saying, “Well teachers, this hairbrush sure has been fun. But I’m curious to see where else you’re ticklish. Ms. Baker...you still keep a supply of chloroform in your classroom, don’t you?”
The teachers all gasped and looked at Cole in disbelief. They shouted and threatened him and begged. But nothing kept Cole from leaving Mrs. Davis’ classroom to track down some chloroform from the science department. When he returned holding a bottle of chloroform and a damp rag, they all knew they were powerless to stop Cole from smothering their faces with the soaked rag until they passed out. One by one Cole went down the line knocking his teachers unconscious. Each time he held the wet rag over their faces, he could feel them shaking their heads back and forth struggling to breathe until eventually they slowed and ultimately went limp. And then it was time to move them to a different position.
A WHILE LATER......
The other teachers started to come to as they heard Ms. Parker laughing playfully and snickering. Her laughter was enough noise to start to wake them. The others blinked groggily but quickly realized they were now standing at the front of the class with their backs to the blackboard. Their hands were tied above their heads to a thick pipe that had been painted the same color as the rest of the ceiling so it would blend in better. Cole had thrown their ropes over the pipe and bound their wrists before hoisting them up into a standing position. There was no way they could pull their hands down. Each teacher had been stretched taught, leaving their entire upper bodies vulnerable. They were lined up from left to right in the following order: Ms. Danielle Parker, Mrs. Jessica Davis, Ms. Erica Baker, Ms. Heather Young, and then Mrs. Joy Anderson.
The redheaded art teacher had been the unfortunate lady who happened to wake up first from their forced sleep. So Cole began with her and was wiggling his fingers along her waist where her green blouse was riding up from having her arms stretched out tight over her head. Cole thought his teacher crush looked beyond adorable shifting around trying to get away from his wiggling fingers. Her naturally pretty smile glowed, her midriff showed slightly from under her shirt, and her bare feet were bouncing around on the carpet as she shifted her weight around trying to deal with the new tickling sensations.
The other four teachers looked down at Ms. Parker anxiously as they realized Cole would be tickling their upper bodies now. God, would this evening ever end? They tried to test their ropes while Cole was distracted with the art teacher but it was quickly evident that they were stuck standing with their hands pulled tight above them. Their tummies, sides, and armpits would be totally defenseless against their former student.
Ms. Parker began pleading and scolding Cole as he started to slowly unbutton her green blouse, staring from the bottom and working his way up. She shouted, “Wha-what?! Why are you...Cole! You can’t do that! Let go of my shirt! That’s crossing a line! Don’t unbutton my shirt, you sick jerk! Ugh, what is wrong with you?!” But that didn’t stop Cole from undoing the buttons one by one until finally there was a sliver of pale skin showing right down the middle of Ms. Parker’s torso. She was silent now; she didn’t know what to say. Cole moved each side of her shirt out of the way, revealing her slender, beautiful figure. Ms. Parker had ivory-colored skin dotted with the occasional freckle, an adorable little bellybutton that sported a tiny piercing with a purple jewel, and a simple, black bra that covered her small, milky breasts.
Ms. Parker stood there in shock as she looked down at her torso which had been revealed. Cole went to Mrs. Davis desk behind him and dipped into his supplies. While the teachers had been conked out from the chloroform, he took the opportunity to scour the school for more supplies that he might need. In the cafeteria area, he found a jar of coconut oil in the kitchen. Cole unscrewed the lid and dipped his fingers into the oily substance, which quickly started to dissolve in his hands to a liquid form when his body heat started to melt it. Cole smeared it across Ms. Parker’s soft torso. He made sure to rub it into her tiny bellybutton too.
Cole didn’t even warn her that he would start tickling again soon. He just went from rubbing in the oil to wiggling his fingers wildly across her oily tummy. Ms. Parker burst back into laughter and hopped up and down while she pulled at her ropes. Cole slid his fingers over her shiny tummy and sides and then moved them further up. His slick hands disappeared under the flaps of her open blouse as he reached up into her smooth armpits. There he began rubbing the oil into the vulnerable hollows and then began wriggling his fingertips in them. Ms. Parker squeaked and shifted but not in an overly desperate way as Cole tickled her underarms. Still, he left his fingers up in her armpits for a while longer while he stroked and rubbed his fingers in them.
Cole worked his hands back down her sides and ribs, watching her shake and jerk with sudden ticklish jolts. He loved feeling her soft, supple torso. His fingers massages along her ribcage, which produced a steady stream of laughter. And it picked up as he went lower and lower. It seemed to Cole that his art teacher was more sensitive on the lower areas of her torso. He would keep that in mind for later because he wanted to explore the other four teachers as well to see how ticklish their upper bodies were.
Mrs. Davis was next. She stood there in her school t-shirt, her teal leggings, and her bare feet resting on the carpet. All she could do was pout as she saw Cole shift over in front of her. Since she wasn’t wearing a blouse which could be unbuttoned, Cole grabbed the bottom of her t-shirt and began rolling it up. Mrs. Davis gave him an earful as he rolled the t-shirt up and up and up until he pushed it up over her head. Mrs. Davis gasped as her torso was left mostly naked except for her pale pink bra. She tried to wiggle her arms so that her t-shirt might fall back down over her but it was pretty evident that would never happen without assistance. Mrs. Davis screamed at Cole furiously but he just turned to grab more coconut oil. He coated his former English teacher’s torso with the slick substance and then went to work on her.
He decided to start high this time and placed his hands in her armpits. Mrs. Davis went from yelling at him to pathetic, girlish laughter as Cole began massaging his fingers into her shiny hollows. His attentive fingers flicked and rolled around in her underarms, making the blonde teacher shift uncomfortably and laugh freely. Cole naturally progressed down toward her sides, making sure to skitter his fingers wildly across her vulnerable torso to make her scream laughter. He loved feeling her toned body and when he got close to her, he could smell the alluring scent of her hair that she probably spent an hour preparing this morning before school.
Mrs. Davis was twisting and howling laughter as Cole aggressively wiggled his fingers over her ribcage. She emitted ear-splitting laughter whenever he squeezed her tender sides right below the lowest ribs on either side. That was obviously her sensitive area and Cole continued to tweak and squeeze there enthusiastically as she begged and fidgeted about. Mrs. Davis was practically jumping off the floor as her former student tickle attacked her sides and ribs. She screamed through her laughter, “COLE STOP!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! GET AWAY!! AAAAAHAHAHAHA!! STOP STOP STOP!!!”
With such a strong reaction from his teacher, Cole found it hard to pull himself away. He kept at it for a while. Mrs. Davis was panicking as it seemed there was no end in sight, even though it had only been a few minutes. She thrashed and begged as her sides were ruthlessly plagued by Cole’s fingers. And the coconut oil wasn’t making it any better. The slick mixture was absolutely horrid. It made it so much easier for Cole to glide his fingers around on her torso. He dug all ten fingers into her oiled ribcage and gave it a tenacious tickling, causing Mrs. Davis to throw her head back in silent laughter for a brief time.
Cole finally managed to pry himself away from his beautiful English teacher and let her catch her breath. He went to Ms. Baker next, who was strung up next to Mrs. Davis and looked completely horrified that she would have to follow such a brutal upper body tickling. He pulled her school t-shirt up high and folded it so that it was above her large breasts. Ms. Baker gasped as her tan bra was exposed, showing a good deal of cleavage. As Cole scooped out another glob of coconut oil and began warming it in his hands, Ms. Baker pleaded with him not to tickle her. She whined and turned her face away from his as she blubbered like a girl.
Cole: “What’s wrong? Not looking forward to your turn? Would you rather me go back to tickling your feet?”
Ms. Baker: “No! No! I’m not telling you to do that! No, go ahead! I’m sorry!”
Cole began to rub the oil onto Ms. Baker’s hourglass figure and smoothly transitioned into skittering his fingers across her shiny sides. Ms. Baker instantly tensed and began giggling. She twisted back and forth as the giggles evolved into laughter. Cole kept working around her sides and then crept up to her ribs. The poor science teacher gritted her teeth and bounced a little on her tippy toes as she felt Cole’s hands rubbing across her naked ribcage. The coconut oil really was hell. It allowed him to slide his fingers around effortlessly as he toyed with her.
He worked his fingers fingers even further up her torso and was pleasantly rewarded when he neared the lower regions of her armpits. Ms. Baker’s laughter increased significantly and she began to twist harder to pull away from him. Cole knew he was nearing a hot zone of ticklishness. As Cole’s hands disappeared up under the folds of Ms. Baker’s pulled up t-shirt into her armpits, the science teacher erupted. Her face contorted into sheer hysterics as she thrashed her head back and forth like mad. Ms. Baker’s underarms were a goldmine. Cole wiggled his fingers in her completely smooth hollows as she went out of her mind with laughter. Her armpits felt so creamy and supple that Cole guessed she freshly shaved them that morning. “Unfortunate for her,” he thought as he kept stroking them mercilessly.
Ms. Baker squealed and laughed and giggled uncontrollably. Her dirty blonde hair was thrown about as she shook her head. Cole had to lean his body up against hers to keep her somewhat still while he stroked her underarms. He thought to himself how odd it was to be flush up against his teacher with her shirt up over her chest as he made her laugh wildly. It was a sweet, sweet revenge for enduring her class if nothing else.
Finally, Cole pulled back his hands and left his science teacher inhaling rapidly to catch her breath. He would for sure come back to her later. But for now, he moved on to Ms. Young. The bratty math teacher sneered at him as he started unbuttoning her purple blouse and asked in a condescending tone, “What? Are you going to check out my bra too?” Cole ignored her once again and pulled open her blouse, revealing her black tank top underneath. Cole retrieved more coconut oil and rubbed it between his hands. Then he smoothly went back over to Ms. Young even as she was hurling snarky insults at him. He calmly oiled up her armpits, which were vulnerable now with her blouse wide open.
Cole just held his hands there in her smooth hollows and let the tension build. He told his math teacher, “I might take it a little easier on you if you apologize for being so rude all year.” Ms. Young fired back, “Apologize?! Apologize for what?! You’re the one who didn’t do the work in my class! And now you’ve blackmailed us and are tickling us like AAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!” Her words trailed off into uncontrollable laughter as Cole began stroking her armpits.
He wiggled and flicked his fingers all over the warm, oily underarms. Ms. Young tried pulling her arms down instinctively but the ropes wouldn’t give. All she could do was squirm around and laugh wildly while her student tortured her sensitive armpits. The coconut oil made it horribly sensitive. Ms. Young wanted to melt down to the floor and curl up into the fetal position but she was forced to stay upright as fingers caressed her slick hollows hastily. She laughed and whined and screamed as she twisted back and forth in sheer desperation. Then Cole gave her tummy a sudden tickle through her tank top, which caught her off guard. Ms. Young shrieked and began coughing she was laughing so hard.
Ms. Young was trying to kick at Cole so he closed the distance and stood very close to her, practically pinning her against the blackboard. Then he really dug into her sides and listened to her babble laughter out. Her body was shaking hard as she convulsed in laughter. Then Ms. Young felt Cole start sliding his hands under her tank top and begin stroking the helpless skin underneath. The blonde math teacher threw her head back so hard that her glasses almost went flying. Cole skittered and danced his fingers all over her chubby tummy. The feeling was driving her crazy.
Cole eventually eased up on Ms. Young and moved down to the last teacher in the line, which happened to be Mrs. Anderson. Since she was wearing a t-shirt and didn’t have large breasts to speak of, Cole grabbed some scissors. She looked at Cole walking up to her with huge, panicked eyes. “This has to stop! We’ve had enough! Cole, don’t you come near me! I really, REALLY don’t want you to do this!” she begged. Cole held the bottom of her school t-shirt and started snipping right up the front of it. The scissors cut right through it and soon it was splayed in two. Cole cut it off of her the rest of the way, leaving her standing there wearing only her small, tan bra on her upper body. Mrs. Anderson blushed bright red as a disgusted look came over her face.
But Cole was pleased. He scooped out some more coconut oil and smeared it generously over her nearly naked torso. The tall, lean teacher whimpered and made pouty, disappointed sounds as her student coated her ribs and sides until they gleamed. He rubbed it into her hairless underarms, across her flat, toned tummy, and even made sure to take a pinch on his finger and rubbed it deep into her adorable little bellybutton. Mrs. Anderson clenched her teeth and did all she could to hold back the giggles as she felt Cole’s finger spreading the coconut oil around the inside of her bellybutton.
Mrs. Anderson’s upper body was shiny with oil. She looked at Cole with pleading eyes and tried to convince him to let her go. But Cole just stood next to her and wrapped an arm around her to hold her somewhat in place. Mrs. Anderson shifted anxiously as she looked at Cole’s other hand, held at the ready in front of her tummy with his fingers already wiggling. His English teacher looked terrified and couldn’t bare to look at his hand moving closer any longer. She turned her head away and grimaced as she prepared for contact.
Cole jumped his hand forward and started wildly tickling Mrs. Anderson’s tummy. The bound teacher screamed shrilly and quickly fell into a chorus of outrageous laughter. Her eyes were closed, her mouth was wide open, and the laughter couldn’t escape her lungs fast enough. Cole wiggled his fingers all over her firm tummy. He always thought his English teacher was lean and in pretty decent shape from running. But obviously he had never been afforded the opportunity to see, let alone feel her body. Mrs. Anderson’s tummy was flat and seemed toned but didn’t have defined abs or anything. Cole could feel her strong core as he squeezed and felt up her oiled belly though. And oh man was it sensitive!
Mrs. Anderson was a babbling mess as Cole held her snug in a side hug and spider-tickled her quivering tummy. As he playfully slid his index finger around the outside of her shallow bellybutton and then started to finger her cute little innie, Mrs. Anderson’s body really started trembling. His teacher flung her head to the side and laughed heartily right into Cole’s ear, which inadvertently gave him goosebumps all over his body and sent a swell of pleasure to his groin. Feeling Mrs. Anderson’s tall body shake and squirm against him was a thrill. He could tell his English teacher had an especially ticklish bellybutton and it was incredibly fun rubbing his oiled finger around inside of it.
After a while, Cole finally ceased his tickling assault on Mrs. Anderson’s tummy and stepped back. He went back to the jar of coconut oil and pulled out a heaping scoop, which he began rubbing into his hands and melting it to a liquid form. Cole asked the group of terrified teachers, “So who wants another turn? I haven’t even gotten to all of your ticklish spots yet.” There was an uproar of protests from the teachers as they told him not to start again. They all struggled and pulled at their ropes but their arms were held tight above their heads. It was clear they were stuck standing up at the front of the classroom just waiting to be tickled on their vulnerable upper bodies.
Cole rubbed the oily mixture around between his hands as he considered who to go to next. He noticed Ms. Baker looking timidly at the ground trying not to make eye contact with him. He approached her and said, “You know, whenever I tried avoiding eye contact with you in your class, it never spared me from getting called on and embarrassed in front of the whole class. I think it’s only fair that I return the favor to you now.” Ms. Baker let out a very worrisome, pouty whine as Cole lifted her t-shirt even higher up to her elbows and then started smearing the coconut oil into her underarms.
“Cole, whatever your frustrations are about your classes or your teachers can all be worked out. May-maybe we can t-talk about this with the Principal and s-see if we can work this AAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHASTOP!!” Ms. Baker screamed as he began fluttering his fingertips around in her ultra-sensitive underarms. Her squirming and bouncing up and down on her tippy toes made Ms. Baker’s breasts jiggle in her bra. Cole couldn’t help but stare as he continued to tickle her. It seemed the more intensely he tickled her, the more extreme her movements were and the more her boobs bounced around, as if they might work themselves out of the bra at any moment.
As Ms. Baker continued to panic and thrash about from side to side, she spun away and ended up facing toward the blackboard. But that didn’t earn her a second of reprieve. Cole slipped his hands back up under her arms and immediately started tickling her there again. Ms. Baker hung her head in a defeated manner and laughed like she was going insane. At this point, Cole was flush up against behind Ms. Baker while he tickled her. As she laughed heartily and squirmed around, she inadvertently pushed her butt back against his groin. She couldn’t help it and it wasn’t Cole’s intention for it to happen. But he certainly wasn’t going to complain. It felt amazing and a little taboo all at the same time. So he decided to just keep tickling her and hope that it would continue.
Cole’s fingers stroking and rubbing her deathly ticklish armpits made Ms. Baker lose her mind with laughter. And as hoped for, Ms. Baker kept squirming and writhing around, which incidentally caused her large, full ass to rub against Cole. In some moments, he had trouble concentrating. It was so odd to feel his science teacher unintentionally grinding her pleasantly plump buttocks against his groin. The shape of her large, rounded ass cheeks was incredible and to feel Ms. Baker’s butt so intimately felt so naughty and forbidden.
Ms. Baker: “COLE! AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! GET OUT OF THERE! HAHAHAHAHAHA!! COLE, PLEASE! I CAN’T BREATHE! AAAHAHAHHAHA!! PULL MY SHIRT BACK DOWN, YOU JERK!”
Ms. Baker often spoke in unintelligible babble as she jerked back and forth and swayed around desperately. Cole couldn’t help but get aroused as his science teacher kept wiggling around in front of him. Ms. Baker must have sensed that as well because she somehow managed to twist back around. Now she was back in a more vulnerable position with her bare underarms facing toward him. He guessed that she felt him stiffening and thought it was highly inappropriate.
Whatever the reason, Cole ignored the giant erection he had in his pants and started wreaking havoc on Ms. Baker again. He lowered his hand to her sides and squeezed. She laughed and giggled but what really sent her back into a frenzy was when Cole leaned forward and began full on licking her right armpit. The wet, slippery feeling of his powerful tongue lapping rapidly around her armpit sent Ms. Baker through the roof with laughter. And he was still playing with her sides and tummy. Her head and body instinctively contorted to her right side as she tried to scrunch up as tight as possible. But that was silly because it did little if anything to guard her taught underarm.
Ms. Baker fell into silent laughter punctuated by shrill screams of desperation. Cole licked her smooth, creamy hollow over and over and over. It drove his science teacher mad and he could feel her energy being sucked out of her at a rapid rate as she struggled her hardest to make it stop just for a second or two. Cole’s hands had slipped even lower and were attacking her sensitive hips. He could feel Ms. Baker’s tummy trembling even harder as he ran his thumbs over the tops of her hips above her jeans. He decided to really get at that area so he casually unbuttoned her jeans and undid the zipper. Then he tugged them down a short ways until Ms. Baker’s wide, curvy hips came into view. He left her jeans hugging her thick legs around the tops of her thighs and could see the dark blue underwear she wore underneath.
Cole moved over to her left armpit and began slithering his tongue around across it, making Ms. Baker shake her head back and forth violently in silent laughter. Tears formed at the corners of her eyes and followed one after another down the wet path across her cheeks forged by the first droplets. Cole wiggled his hands on the sides of her soft, padded hips and felt her squirm from side to side to try and get away. He pushed her body up against the blackboard and held her hips as he rolled his thumbs in her hip creases.
Ms. Baker didn’t have a care in the world other than trying to lessen the tickling. She thrashed and found herself turned back around facing the blackboard, hoping that the tickle monster at her back would somehow disappear. But he returned and although he couldn’t lick her armpits anymore, he still dug his fingers into her sensitive hips. Ms. Baker still squealed and laughed heavily but the intensity had subsided now that her underarms were not being tormented. Cole massaged and squeezed her hips. He watched her bounce and shift about at the feeling.
Cole was mesmerized by Ms. Baker’s ass once again. With her pants being undone and her bouncing around so much, the very tops of both butt cheeks were now visible above her panties. Like a small tease of her giant booty contained in her jeans. Cole’s heart was hammering in his throat. Sure he was tickling her but it was just a robotic motion right now. All he could focus on was the sight of Ms. Baker’s ass nearly coming out of her pants.
He continued to tickle her hips so that her butt swayed back and forth. Again, she couldn’t help but slide her luscious booty back up against Cole as she struggled with laughter. Ms. Baker looked back behind her and saw how Cole right behind her looking at the top of her ass. She gave an annoyed grunt and shouted back at him, “Cole, knock this off! Hahahahaha!! You can’t act this way! I’m your teacher! Hahahahaha!! Now pull my pants back up!” Ms. Baker shook her hips to try and bump Cole away from her.
Instead, Cole jumped his hands back up into her armpits to make her shut up. Ms. Baker let out a high-pitched shriek and fell back into unbridled laughter. She thrashed like crazy and ended up turned back around in the chaos. Cole seized the opportunity and pinned her against the blackboard. He began licking her right armpit while caressing the left armpit like mad. Ms. Baker couldn’t suck in oxygen quick enough through her silent laughter. She bucked and shook her head and pulled at her ropes drastically. When she could finally form words, Ms. Baker screamed, “I’LL DO ANYTHING!!”
Cole paused and stepped back to retrieve the scissors. He held them up and asked, “Anything?” Ms. Baker looked at the scissors with a very worried expression. She couldn’t handle anymore underarm tickling but it seems that if she accepted the break, she was going to lose some more clothing.
Cole: “Well?...You aren’t saying no.”
Ms. Baker gave out a defeated sigh and hung her head in shame. Cole took that as his answer and began snipping Ms. Baker’s bra in key places so that it fell to the floor. Ms. Baker and the rest of the teachers gasped as her impressively large breasts spilled from the cheap bra. They sagged slightly but were still quite full and rounded even after two kids. Ms. Baker’s nipples were dark pink and she had smooth, medium-sized areolas. She looked down at her chest timidly with her mouth open in shock. Cole drank in the sight as the other teachers scolded him harshly.
But Cole wasted no time and grabbed another scoop of coconut oil. He came back and smeared the oil all over his science teacher’s bare breasts. The feel of his teachers soft, full breasts cupped in his hands was something so arousing that it felt almost like an out of body experience. Ms. Baker whined and complained, seemingly having second thoughts about what she had just agreed to. But it was too late now. Her bra was ruined and there was no hiding her boobs, which were now glistening with oil.
Cole caught Ms. Baker off guard as he began fluttering his fingers over the sides of her slippery tits. The feeling was more annoying at first but it made Ms. Baker giggle. Then the feeling built as the tickling sensation didn’t go away. As Cole slid his wiggling fingers around her breasts, she felt the need to laugh more and more. He caressed and trickled his fingers quickly over her slick jugs, making her start to squirm around once again and laugh steadily. Cole’s erection was raging in his pants now as he fondled and tickled his teacher’s oiled breasts while she laughed and jiggled them incidentally.
Ms. Baker: “Cole, cut it out! Hahahahaha! You can’t be doing this! This is absolutely off limits! Hahahahaha! Cole, you can’t do this to me! I’m your teacher! Hahahaha! You have to pull my shirt down and cover me! You can’t be tickling my breasts, you little pervert!”
Cole relished every second of teasing her chest. It wasn’t the most ticklish area she had but it was still immensely enjoyable for Cole to tickle her there. But like all good things, it had to end. Cole pried himself away. He went back to his jar of coconut oil and then looked back at the remaining teachers. He asked them, “Alright, who’s next?...” There was a huge uproar of complaints from the other teachers on either side of Ms. Baker. They all shouted and complained, but they were all just as helpless strung up like they were.
Mrs. Anderson: “Oh no, not again! Cole, you leave us alone! This is so cruel to do to us! Oh, surely there must be someone coming to check on us, right?!”
Ms. Parker: “Let us GOOOO!!! Ugh, you’re a fucking loser if this is what you like to do to helpless teachers! Don’t tickle us anymore!”
Ms. Young: “I swear to God, Cole! If you don’t untie us right now, I’m going straight to the police after this! I’m tired of being tickled! I don’t want to be tied up in this classroom anymore! Fucking let us go!”
Mrs. Davis: “Cole, don’t come any closer! Get away from us! I’m fed up with your tickling antics! You should be ashamed of yourself for tying us up and doing this to us!”
Cole began walking toward his next victim while wiggling his oil-drenched hands teasingly. “Goochie goochie goo...”
TO BE CONTINUED...
The tickling ceased abruptly and an awkward, nerve-racking silence once again fell over the classroom as the teachers waited to see who would be next. But this time, nobody started laughing. Instead, Cole walked back in front of them. He addressed them by saying, “Well teachers, this hairbrush sure has been fun. But I’m curious to see where else you’re ticklish. Ms. Baker...you still keep a supply of chloroform in your classroom, don’t you?”
The teachers all gasped and looked at Cole in disbelief. They shouted and threatened him and begged. But nothing kept Cole from leaving Mrs. Davis’ classroom to track down some chloroform from the science department. When he returned holding a bottle of chloroform and a damp rag, they all knew they were powerless to stop Cole from smothering their faces with the soaked rag until they passed out. One by one Cole went down the line knocking his teachers unconscious. Each time he held the wet rag over their faces, he could feel them shaking their heads back and forth struggling to breathe until eventually they slowed and ultimately went limp. And then it was time to move them to a different position.
A WHILE LATER......
The other teachers started to come to as they heard Ms. Parker laughing playfully and snickering. Her laughter was enough noise to start to wake them. The others blinked groggily but quickly realized they were now standing at the front of the class with their backs to the blackboard. Their hands were tied above their heads to a thick pipe that had been painted the same color as the rest of the ceiling so it would blend in better. Cole had thrown their ropes over the pipe and bound their wrists before hoisting them up into a standing position. There was no way they could pull their hands down. Each teacher had been stretched taught, leaving their entire upper bodies vulnerable. They were lined up from left to right in the following order: Ms. Danielle Parker, Mrs. Jessica Davis, Ms. Erica Baker, Ms. Heather Young, and then Mrs. Joy Anderson.
The redheaded art teacher had been the unfortunate lady who happened to wake up first from their forced sleep. So Cole began with her and was wiggling his fingers along her waist where her green blouse was riding up from having her arms stretched out tight over her head. Cole thought his teacher crush looked beyond adorable shifting around trying to get away from his wiggling fingers. Her naturally pretty smile glowed, her midriff showed slightly from under her shirt, and her bare feet were bouncing around on the carpet as she shifted her weight around trying to deal with the new tickling sensations.
The other four teachers looked down at Ms. Parker anxiously as they realized Cole would be tickling their upper bodies now. God, would this evening ever end? They tried to test their ropes while Cole was distracted with the art teacher but it was quickly evident that they were stuck standing with their hands pulled tight above them. Their tummies, sides, and armpits would be totally defenseless against their former student.
Ms. Parker began pleading and scolding Cole as he started to slowly unbutton her green blouse, staring from the bottom and working his way up. She shouted, “Wha-what?! Why are you...Cole! You can’t do that! Let go of my shirt! That’s crossing a line! Don’t unbutton my shirt, you sick jerk! Ugh, what is wrong with you?!” But that didn’t stop Cole from undoing the buttons one by one until finally there was a sliver of pale skin showing right down the middle of Ms. Parker’s torso. She was silent now; she didn’t know what to say. Cole moved each side of her shirt out of the way, revealing her slender, beautiful figure. Ms. Parker had ivory-colored skin dotted with the occasional freckle, an adorable little bellybutton that sported a tiny piercing with a purple jewel, and a simple, black bra that covered her small, milky breasts.
Ms. Parker stood there in shock as she looked down at her torso which had been revealed. Cole went to Mrs. Davis desk behind him and dipped into his supplies. While the teachers had been conked out from the chloroform, he took the opportunity to scour the school for more supplies that he might need. In the cafeteria area, he found a jar of coconut oil in the kitchen. Cole unscrewed the lid and dipped his fingers into the oily substance, which quickly started to dissolve in his hands to a liquid form when his body heat started to melt it. Cole smeared it across Ms. Parker’s soft torso. He made sure to rub it into her tiny bellybutton too.
Cole didn’t even warn her that he would start tickling again soon. He just went from rubbing in the oil to wiggling his fingers wildly across her oily tummy. Ms. Parker burst back into laughter and hopped up and down while she pulled at her ropes. Cole slid his fingers over her shiny tummy and sides and then moved them further up. His slick hands disappeared under the flaps of her open blouse as he reached up into her smooth armpits. There he began rubbing the oil into the vulnerable hollows and then began wriggling his fingertips in them. Ms. Parker squeaked and shifted but not in an overly desperate way as Cole tickled her underarms. Still, he left his fingers up in her armpits for a while longer while he stroked and rubbed his fingers in them.
Cole worked his hands back down her sides and ribs, watching her shake and jerk with sudden ticklish jolts. He loved feeling her soft, supple torso. His fingers massages along her ribcage, which produced a steady stream of laughter. And it picked up as he went lower and lower. It seemed to Cole that his art teacher was more sensitive on the lower areas of her torso. He would keep that in mind for later because he wanted to explore the other four teachers as well to see how ticklish their upper bodies were.
Mrs. Davis was next. She stood there in her school t-shirt, her teal leggings, and her bare feet resting on the carpet. All she could do was pout as she saw Cole shift over in front of her. Since she wasn’t wearing a blouse which could be unbuttoned, Cole grabbed the bottom of her t-shirt and began rolling it up. Mrs. Davis gave him an earful as he rolled the t-shirt up and up and up until he pushed it up over her head. Mrs. Davis gasped as her torso was left mostly naked except for her pale pink bra. She tried to wiggle her arms so that her t-shirt might fall back down over her but it was pretty evident that would never happen without assistance. Mrs. Davis screamed at Cole furiously but he just turned to grab more coconut oil. He coated his former English teacher’s torso with the slick substance and then went to work on her.
He decided to start high this time and placed his hands in her armpits. Mrs. Davis went from yelling at him to pathetic, girlish laughter as Cole began massaging his fingers into her shiny hollows. His attentive fingers flicked and rolled around in her underarms, making the blonde teacher shift uncomfortably and laugh freely. Cole naturally progressed down toward her sides, making sure to skitter his fingers wildly across her vulnerable torso to make her scream laughter. He loved feeling her toned body and when he got close to her, he could smell the alluring scent of her hair that she probably spent an hour preparing this morning before school.
Mrs. Davis was twisting and howling laughter as Cole aggressively wiggled his fingers over her ribcage. She emitted ear-splitting laughter whenever he squeezed her tender sides right below the lowest ribs on either side. That was obviously her sensitive area and Cole continued to tweak and squeeze there enthusiastically as she begged and fidgeted about. Mrs. Davis was practically jumping off the floor as her former student tickle attacked her sides and ribs. She screamed through her laughter, “COLE STOP!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! GET AWAY!! AAAAAHAHAHAHA!! STOP STOP STOP!!!”
With such a strong reaction from his teacher, Cole found it hard to pull himself away. He kept at it for a while. Mrs. Davis was panicking as it seemed there was no end in sight, even though it had only been a few minutes. She thrashed and begged as her sides were ruthlessly plagued by Cole’s fingers. And the coconut oil wasn’t making it any better. The slick mixture was absolutely horrid. It made it so much easier for Cole to glide his fingers around on her torso. He dug all ten fingers into her oiled ribcage and gave it a tenacious tickling, causing Mrs. Davis to throw her head back in silent laughter for a brief time.
Cole finally managed to pry himself away from his beautiful English teacher and let her catch her breath. He went to Ms. Baker next, who was strung up next to Mrs. Davis and looked completely horrified that she would have to follow such a brutal upper body tickling. He pulled her school t-shirt up high and folded it so that it was above her large breasts. Ms. Baker gasped as her tan bra was exposed, showing a good deal of cleavage. As Cole scooped out another glob of coconut oil and began warming it in his hands, Ms. Baker pleaded with him not to tickle her. She whined and turned her face away from his as she blubbered like a girl.
Cole: “What’s wrong? Not looking forward to your turn? Would you rather me go back to tickling your feet?”
Ms. Baker: “No! No! I’m not telling you to do that! No, go ahead! I’m sorry!”
Cole began to rub the oil onto Ms. Baker’s hourglass figure and smoothly transitioned into skittering his fingers across her shiny sides. Ms. Baker instantly tensed and began giggling. She twisted back and forth as the giggles evolved into laughter. Cole kept working around her sides and then crept up to her ribs. The poor science teacher gritted her teeth and bounced a little on her tippy toes as she felt Cole’s hands rubbing across her naked ribcage. The coconut oil really was hell. It allowed him to slide his fingers around effortlessly as he toyed with her.
He worked his fingers fingers even further up her torso and was pleasantly rewarded when he neared the lower regions of her armpits. Ms. Baker’s laughter increased significantly and she began to twist harder to pull away from him. Cole knew he was nearing a hot zone of ticklishness. As Cole’s hands disappeared up under the folds of Ms. Baker’s pulled up t-shirt into her armpits, the science teacher erupted. Her face contorted into sheer hysterics as she thrashed her head back and forth like mad. Ms. Baker’s underarms were a goldmine. Cole wiggled his fingers in her completely smooth hollows as she went out of her mind with laughter. Her armpits felt so creamy and supple that Cole guessed she freshly shaved them that morning. “Unfortunate for her,” he thought as he kept stroking them mercilessly.
Ms. Baker squealed and laughed and giggled uncontrollably. Her dirty blonde hair was thrown about as she shook her head. Cole had to lean his body up against hers to keep her somewhat still while he stroked her underarms. He thought to himself how odd it was to be flush up against his teacher with her shirt up over her chest as he made her laugh wildly. It was a sweet, sweet revenge for enduring her class if nothing else.
Finally, Cole pulled back his hands and left his science teacher inhaling rapidly to catch her breath. He would for sure come back to her later. But for now, he moved on to Ms. Young. The bratty math teacher sneered at him as he started unbuttoning her purple blouse and asked in a condescending tone, “What? Are you going to check out my bra too?” Cole ignored her once again and pulled open her blouse, revealing her black tank top underneath. Cole retrieved more coconut oil and rubbed it between his hands. Then he smoothly went back over to Ms. Young even as she was hurling snarky insults at him. He calmly oiled up her armpits, which were vulnerable now with her blouse wide open.
Cole just held his hands there in her smooth hollows and let the tension build. He told his math teacher, “I might take it a little easier on you if you apologize for being so rude all year.” Ms. Young fired back, “Apologize?! Apologize for what?! You’re the one who didn’t do the work in my class! And now you’ve blackmailed us and are tickling us like AAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!” Her words trailed off into uncontrollable laughter as Cole began stroking her armpits.
He wiggled and flicked his fingers all over the warm, oily underarms. Ms. Young tried pulling her arms down instinctively but the ropes wouldn’t give. All she could do was squirm around and laugh wildly while her student tortured her sensitive armpits. The coconut oil made it horribly sensitive. Ms. Young wanted to melt down to the floor and curl up into the fetal position but she was forced to stay upright as fingers caressed her slick hollows hastily. She laughed and whined and screamed as she twisted back and forth in sheer desperation. Then Cole gave her tummy a sudden tickle through her tank top, which caught her off guard. Ms. Young shrieked and began coughing she was laughing so hard.
Ms. Young was trying to kick at Cole so he closed the distance and stood very close to her, practically pinning her against the blackboard. Then he really dug into her sides and listened to her babble laughter out. Her body was shaking hard as she convulsed in laughter. Then Ms. Young felt Cole start sliding his hands under her tank top and begin stroking the helpless skin underneath. The blonde math teacher threw her head back so hard that her glasses almost went flying. Cole skittered and danced his fingers all over her chubby tummy. The feeling was driving her crazy.
Cole eventually eased up on Ms. Young and moved down to the last teacher in the line, which happened to be Mrs. Anderson. Since she was wearing a t-shirt and didn’t have large breasts to speak of, Cole grabbed some scissors. She looked at Cole walking up to her with huge, panicked eyes. “This has to stop! We’ve had enough! Cole, don’t you come near me! I really, REALLY don’t want you to do this!” she begged. Cole held the bottom of her school t-shirt and started snipping right up the front of it. The scissors cut right through it and soon it was splayed in two. Cole cut it off of her the rest of the way, leaving her standing there wearing only her small, tan bra on her upper body. Mrs. Anderson blushed bright red as a disgusted look came over her face.
But Cole was pleased. He scooped out some more coconut oil and smeared it generously over her nearly naked torso. The tall, lean teacher whimpered and made pouty, disappointed sounds as her student coated her ribs and sides until they gleamed. He rubbed it into her hairless underarms, across her flat, toned tummy, and even made sure to take a pinch on his finger and rubbed it deep into her adorable little bellybutton. Mrs. Anderson clenched her teeth and did all she could to hold back the giggles as she felt Cole’s finger spreading the coconut oil around the inside of her bellybutton.
Mrs. Anderson’s upper body was shiny with oil. She looked at Cole with pleading eyes and tried to convince him to let her go. But Cole just stood next to her and wrapped an arm around her to hold her somewhat in place. Mrs. Anderson shifted anxiously as she looked at Cole’s other hand, held at the ready in front of her tummy with his fingers already wiggling. His English teacher looked terrified and couldn’t bare to look at his hand moving closer any longer. She turned her head away and grimaced as she prepared for contact.
Cole jumped his hand forward and started wildly tickling Mrs. Anderson’s tummy. The bound teacher screamed shrilly and quickly fell into a chorus of outrageous laughter. Her eyes were closed, her mouth was wide open, and the laughter couldn’t escape her lungs fast enough. Cole wiggled his fingers all over her firm tummy. He always thought his English teacher was lean and in pretty decent shape from running. But obviously he had never been afforded the opportunity to see, let alone feel her body. Mrs. Anderson’s tummy was flat and seemed toned but didn’t have defined abs or anything. Cole could feel her strong core as he squeezed and felt up her oiled belly though. And oh man was it sensitive!
Mrs. Anderson was a babbling mess as Cole held her snug in a side hug and spider-tickled her quivering tummy. As he playfully slid his index finger around the outside of her shallow bellybutton and then started to finger her cute little innie, Mrs. Anderson’s body really started trembling. His teacher flung her head to the side and laughed heartily right into Cole’s ear, which inadvertently gave him goosebumps all over his body and sent a swell of pleasure to his groin. Feeling Mrs. Anderson’s tall body shake and squirm against him was a thrill. He could tell his English teacher had an especially ticklish bellybutton and it was incredibly fun rubbing his oiled finger around inside of it.
After a while, Cole finally ceased his tickling assault on Mrs. Anderson’s tummy and stepped back. He went back to the jar of coconut oil and pulled out a heaping scoop, which he began rubbing into his hands and melting it to a liquid form. Cole asked the group of terrified teachers, “So who wants another turn? I haven’t even gotten to all of your ticklish spots yet.” There was an uproar of protests from the teachers as they told him not to start again. They all struggled and pulled at their ropes but their arms were held tight above their heads. It was clear they were stuck standing up at the front of the classroom just waiting to be tickled on their vulnerable upper bodies.
Cole rubbed the oily mixture around between his hands as he considered who to go to next. He noticed Ms. Baker looking timidly at the ground trying not to make eye contact with him. He approached her and said, “You know, whenever I tried avoiding eye contact with you in your class, it never spared me from getting called on and embarrassed in front of the whole class. I think it’s only fair that I return the favor to you now.” Ms. Baker let out a very worrisome, pouty whine as Cole lifted her t-shirt even higher up to her elbows and then started smearing the coconut oil into her underarms.
“Cole, whatever your frustrations are about your classes or your teachers can all be worked out. May-maybe we can t-talk about this with the Principal and s-see if we can work this AAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHASTOP!!” Ms. Baker screamed as he began fluttering his fingertips around in her ultra-sensitive underarms. Her squirming and bouncing up and down on her tippy toes made Ms. Baker’s breasts jiggle in her bra. Cole couldn’t help but stare as he continued to tickle her. It seemed the more intensely he tickled her, the more extreme her movements were and the more her boobs bounced around, as if they might work themselves out of the bra at any moment.
As Ms. Baker continued to panic and thrash about from side to side, she spun away and ended up facing toward the blackboard. But that didn’t earn her a second of reprieve. Cole slipped his hands back up under her arms and immediately started tickling her there again. Ms. Baker hung her head in a defeated manner and laughed like she was going insane. At this point, Cole was flush up against behind Ms. Baker while he tickled her. As she laughed heartily and squirmed around, she inadvertently pushed her butt back against his groin. She couldn’t help it and it wasn’t Cole’s intention for it to happen. But he certainly wasn’t going to complain. It felt amazing and a little taboo all at the same time. So he decided to just keep tickling her and hope that it would continue.
Cole’s fingers stroking and rubbing her deathly ticklish armpits made Ms. Baker lose her mind with laughter. And as hoped for, Ms. Baker kept squirming and writhing around, which incidentally caused her large, full ass to rub against Cole. In some moments, he had trouble concentrating. It was so odd to feel his science teacher unintentionally grinding her pleasantly plump buttocks against his groin. The shape of her large, rounded ass cheeks was incredible and to feel Ms. Baker’s butt so intimately felt so naughty and forbidden.
Ms. Baker: “COLE! AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! GET OUT OF THERE! HAHAHAHAHAHA!! COLE, PLEASE! I CAN’T BREATHE! AAAHAHAHHAHA!! PULL MY SHIRT BACK DOWN, YOU JERK!”
Ms. Baker often spoke in unintelligible babble as she jerked back and forth and swayed around desperately. Cole couldn’t help but get aroused as his science teacher kept wiggling around in front of him. Ms. Baker must have sensed that as well because she somehow managed to twist back around. Now she was back in a more vulnerable position with her bare underarms facing toward him. He guessed that she felt him stiffening and thought it was highly inappropriate.
Whatever the reason, Cole ignored the giant erection he had in his pants and started wreaking havoc on Ms. Baker again. He lowered his hand to her sides and squeezed. She laughed and giggled but what really sent her back into a frenzy was when Cole leaned forward and began full on licking her right armpit. The wet, slippery feeling of his powerful tongue lapping rapidly around her armpit sent Ms. Baker through the roof with laughter. And he was still playing with her sides and tummy. Her head and body instinctively contorted to her right side as she tried to scrunch up as tight as possible. But that was silly because it did little if anything to guard her taught underarm.
Ms. Baker fell into silent laughter punctuated by shrill screams of desperation. Cole licked her smooth, creamy hollow over and over and over. It drove his science teacher mad and he could feel her energy being sucked out of her at a rapid rate as she struggled her hardest to make it stop just for a second or two. Cole’s hands had slipped even lower and were attacking her sensitive hips. He could feel Ms. Baker’s tummy trembling even harder as he ran his thumbs over the tops of her hips above her jeans. He decided to really get at that area so he casually unbuttoned her jeans and undid the zipper. Then he tugged them down a short ways until Ms. Baker’s wide, curvy hips came into view. He left her jeans hugging her thick legs around the tops of her thighs and could see the dark blue underwear she wore underneath.
Cole moved over to her left armpit and began slithering his tongue around across it, making Ms. Baker shake her head back and forth violently in silent laughter. Tears formed at the corners of her eyes and followed one after another down the wet path across her cheeks forged by the first droplets. Cole wiggled his hands on the sides of her soft, padded hips and felt her squirm from side to side to try and get away. He pushed her body up against the blackboard and held her hips as he rolled his thumbs in her hip creases.
Ms. Baker didn’t have a care in the world other than trying to lessen the tickling. She thrashed and found herself turned back around facing the blackboard, hoping that the tickle monster at her back would somehow disappear. But he returned and although he couldn’t lick her armpits anymore, he still dug his fingers into her sensitive hips. Ms. Baker still squealed and laughed heavily but the intensity had subsided now that her underarms were not being tormented. Cole massaged and squeezed her hips. He watched her bounce and shift about at the feeling.
Cole was mesmerized by Ms. Baker’s ass once again. With her pants being undone and her bouncing around so much, the very tops of both butt cheeks were now visible above her panties. Like a small tease of her giant booty contained in her jeans. Cole’s heart was hammering in his throat. Sure he was tickling her but it was just a robotic motion right now. All he could focus on was the sight of Ms. Baker’s ass nearly coming out of her pants.
He continued to tickle her hips so that her butt swayed back and forth. Again, she couldn’t help but slide her luscious booty back up against Cole as she struggled with laughter. Ms. Baker looked back behind her and saw how Cole right behind her looking at the top of her ass. She gave an annoyed grunt and shouted back at him, “Cole, knock this off! Hahahahaha!! You can’t act this way! I’m your teacher! Hahahahaha!! Now pull my pants back up!” Ms. Baker shook her hips to try and bump Cole away from her.
Instead, Cole jumped his hands back up into her armpits to make her shut up. Ms. Baker let out a high-pitched shriek and fell back into unbridled laughter. She thrashed like crazy and ended up turned back around in the chaos. Cole seized the opportunity and pinned her against the blackboard. He began licking her right armpit while caressing the left armpit like mad. Ms. Baker couldn’t suck in oxygen quick enough through her silent laughter. She bucked and shook her head and pulled at her ropes drastically. When she could finally form words, Ms. Baker screamed, “I’LL DO ANYTHING!!”
Cole paused and stepped back to retrieve the scissors. He held them up and asked, “Anything?” Ms. Baker looked at the scissors with a very worried expression. She couldn’t handle anymore underarm tickling but it seems that if she accepted the break, she was going to lose some more clothing.
Cole: “Well?...You aren’t saying no.”
Ms. Baker gave out a defeated sigh and hung her head in shame. Cole took that as his answer and began snipping Ms. Baker’s bra in key places so that it fell to the floor. Ms. Baker and the rest of the teachers gasped as her impressively large breasts spilled from the cheap bra. They sagged slightly but were still quite full and rounded even after two kids. Ms. Baker’s nipples were dark pink and she had smooth, medium-sized areolas. She looked down at her chest timidly with her mouth open in shock. Cole drank in the sight as the other teachers scolded him harshly.
But Cole wasted no time and grabbed another scoop of coconut oil. He came back and smeared the oil all over his science teacher’s bare breasts. The feel of his teachers soft, full breasts cupped in his hands was something so arousing that it felt almost like an out of body experience. Ms. Baker whined and complained, seemingly having second thoughts about what she had just agreed to. But it was too late now. Her bra was ruined and there was no hiding her boobs, which were now glistening with oil.
Cole caught Ms. Baker off guard as he began fluttering his fingers over the sides of her slippery tits. The feeling was more annoying at first but it made Ms. Baker giggle. Then the feeling built as the tickling sensation didn’t go away. As Cole slid his wiggling fingers around her breasts, she felt the need to laugh more and more. He caressed and trickled his fingers quickly over her slick jugs, making her start to squirm around once again and laugh steadily. Cole’s erection was raging in his pants now as he fondled and tickled his teacher’s oiled breasts while she laughed and jiggled them incidentally.
Ms. Baker: “Cole, cut it out! Hahahahaha! You can’t be doing this! This is absolutely off limits! Hahahahaha! Cole, you can’t do this to me! I’m your teacher! Hahahaha! You have to pull my shirt down and cover me! You can’t be tickling my breasts, you little pervert!”
Cole relished every second of teasing her chest. It wasn’t the most ticklish area she had but it was still immensely enjoyable for Cole to tickle her there. But like all good things, it had to end. Cole pried himself away. He went back to his jar of coconut oil and then looked back at the remaining teachers. He asked them, “Alright, who’s next?...” There was a huge uproar of complaints from the other teachers on either side of Ms. Baker. They all shouted and complained, but they were all just as helpless strung up like they were.
Mrs. Anderson: “Oh no, not again! Cole, you leave us alone! This is so cruel to do to us! Oh, surely there must be someone coming to check on us, right?!”
Ms. Parker: “Let us GOOOO!!! Ugh, you’re a fucking loser if this is what you like to do to helpless teachers! Don’t tickle us anymore!”
Ms. Young: “I swear to God, Cole! If you don’t untie us right now, I’m going straight to the police after this! I’m tired of being tickled! I don’t want to be tied up in this classroom anymore! Fucking let us go!”
Mrs. Davis: “Cole, don’t come any closer! Get away from us! I’m fed up with your tickling antics! You should be ashamed of yourself for tying us up and doing this to us!”
Cole began walking toward his next victim while wiggling his oil-drenched hands teasingly. “Goochie goochie goo...”
TO BE CONTINUED...
