“High School Teachers Get Blackmailed” Part 5
Mrs. Anderson squealed laughter and shook her head babbling pure gibberish as Cole held her still in a firm side hug. He lightly wafted and traced the small feather teasingly over her left nipple, causing his English teacher to giggle and laugh spastically. Her nipples were small and a darker shade of pink. Mrs. Anderson’s bra was on the floor from when Cole had cut it off of her. She yanked and tried to twist away but the ropes and Cole’s grasp kept her firmly in the same standing position.
Cole gently flicked and twirled the feather around the supple contour of her nipples, alternating which one he tormented every so often. Mrs. Anderson’s small breasts were at best a small B cup, but were made to seem even smaller with her arms outstretched above her head. Cole had tried tickling her small mounds with his hands but eventually discovered that a light touch of the feather across her sensitive nipples was the most effective.
He set the feather aside and went back to skittering his fingers across her sides and tummy. Mrs. Anderson jumped and burst back into panicky laughter. Cole could feel her strong abdominal muscles underneath contracting and tensing. Her core was solid from helping coach the Girl’s Cross Country team for years. Cole watched as Mrs. Anderson’s face got more and more red as she tried to keep the laughter from slipping out. But her tummy was just too ticklish and it flowed out in reluctant hisses and giggles from behind her teeth.
The delinquent student stepped away and went to re-coat his hands with coconut oil. Mrs. Anderson hung there sucking in air and blowing her short brown hair out of her eyes. As she saw Cole rubbing more coconut oil into his hands, she pathetically complained, “Cole, please! I don’t know what I have to say or promise you to make you stop this! I can’t take anymore! My stomach is so ticklish! I feel like I’m about to pee my jeans! Please stop!”
Cole was silent and just dipped his fingers in for another quick scoop for good measure. He walked back to Mrs. Anderson and started smearing the fresh coconut oil into her stomach. He held a small glob of it against her skin and let her body heat melt it to liquid. It ran down her flat, toned tummy and began to soak into the waistline of her denim capris. Mrs. Anderson looked down at her glistening stomach and frowned. She knew the intense tickling was not over yet.
Cole resumed tickling her tummy and she picked right back up with wild laughter. Mrs. Anderson thrashed and screamed but it did nothing to lessen the sensations. Cole kept it up for a while and then slid an index finger around the rim of her bellybutton again. He could feel her tummy trembling again and waited for her to crack. She finally begged him, “Wait! Not there again! Cole, stay out of my bellybutton! I’ll go crazy, I swear! I’ll make sure you graduate! I’ll never contact your parents about this! I’ll write you a letter of recommendation to a college! Anything!”
But Cole didn’t want anything except to see Mrs. Anderson freak out. He slipped his fingertip inside of her bellybutton and methodically wiggled it around and around the slick interior. Mrs. Anderson squealed once and then fell into silent laughter for a few seconds as she writhed around. Then her voice came rushing back and a torrent of laughter filled the classroom. His English teacher cried and tried hurling her body from side to side to get away from his invading finger but to no avail. He kept it within her little bellybutton and poked and played around inside of it as she screamed.
Mrs. Anderson: “COLE! (*gasps) HAHAHAHAHAHA!! I HATE IT! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!”
Cole: “I know you hate it. That’s why I’m doing it.”
Mrs. Anderson: “PLEASE! HAHAHAHAHAHA!! I CAN’T HANDLE THIS! HAHAHAHAHA!! GO TO SOMEONE ELSE!”
Cole: “Someone else like...your teacher friend, Mrs. Davis? Do you want me to move on to her instead of staying here and tickling your tummy?”
He could feel Mrs. Anderson’s tummy shaking as she tried to answer through the laughter. He lessened the intensity to allow her to speak more freely. Cole grabbed the feather and began flicking it carelessly across her nipples again. His English teacher hissed reluctant giggles and squirmed around as her small breasts were attacked once again. Mrs. Anderson couldn’t believe she was about to give up her best friend in the school but this had to stop. She blurted out, “HAHAHAHA!! YES! MOVE ON TO HER! HAHAHAHAHA!! I’M SORRY, JESSICA! HAHAHAHAHA!! FORGIVE ME!”
Mrs. Davis: “Joy! Don’t tell him to tickle me! Pick someone else! I’ve been tickled so much already!”
Mrs. Davis couldn’t believe what she was hearing but had to come to terms with reality quickly as she saw Cole approach her. She fumbled for the right words as her former student started slathering her torso with oil again. Her soft, supple skin felt divine as Cole rubbed his hands over her sides and stomach. He easily transitioned into wiggling his fingers around on her sides. Mrs. Davis shouted in surprise and then fell into adorable laughter. Cole’s fingers ran up and down her slippery sides but mainly targeted the vulnerable areas right below her ribs on either side. Mrs. Davis absolutely couldn’t handle that sensitive region being tickled and she all but lost the ability to stand upright by her own power when Cole wiggled his fingers there.
Mrs. Davis’ laughter became louder and more desperate as Cole squeezed her sides and skittered his fingers randomly up over her ribs or down across her belly. She flung her bright blonde hair about as she laughed like an asylum patient. Cole quite enjoyed seeing his pristine English teacher lose her shit so completely. He asked her, “So Mrs. Davis...do you want me to move on to a different spot or are you enjoying this too much?”
Mrs. Davis: “HAHAHAHAHA!! SCREW YOU, COLE! HAHAHAHAHAHA!! I’M NOT GOING TO LET YOU CUT MY BRA OFF LIKE THE OTHER TEACHERS IF THAT’S WHAT YOU’RE ASKING!! HAHAHAHAHA!! I WON’T LET YOU EXPOSE ME!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!! YOU’LL HAVE TO GET YOUR KICKS SOME OTHER WAY, PERVERT!”
Cole pressed himself against Mrs. Davis so that she was pinned against the blackboard. He resumed tickling her tender sides but this time, she barely had any wiggle room to squirm around. The preppy teacher screamed her head off with laughter as Cole exploited her worst spot on her upper body. Tears quickly formed in the corners of her eyes and she shifted as much as she could under Cole’s control. But the tickling did not let up whatsoever, causing her mind to panic. Cole kept up the tickling assault without mercy. Mrs. Davis had to fight for air as she continuously gasped and flailed around struggling to breathe and laugh at the same time. Her abdominals were starting to burn from laughing so hard for several minutes straight. Cole was relentless as he made his proud English teacher suffer.
Finally, Mrs. Davis found the energy to scream out, “I NEED A BREAK!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!! JUST LET ME BREATHE!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!”
Cole kept up his finger-wiggling assault and then let her rest while he retrieved the scissors. Mrs. Davis was gasping for air but managed to protest when she saw him coming back ready to expose her.
Mrs. Davis: “Uh-uh! No! No way, mister! You are NOT going to cut my bra off! Cole, I’m warning you! This is so inappropriate, young man!”
Cole put down the scissors and shrugged. “Suit yourself,” he added as he want back to tickling Mrs. Davis’ exposed sides. She exploded back into hysterical laughter and whipped her head back and forth. The tickling was maddening and Mrs. Davis was quickly reduced to babbling, giggling goo under Cole’s relentless fingers. The teacher screamed and gasped for breath once again. She felt as though she would pass out at any moment.
Cole kept one hand tickling her side while he calmly slid the other around behind her back to the clasp of her bra. Mrs. Davis made a pouty expression signaling defeat as she shook her head no. But she offered no words of protest as Cole’s fingers began fumbling at the small clasp in back. One hand was still tickling her right side and she couldn’t help but feel a little relieved that she would be given a break from that area. Mrs. Davis felt Cole unhook the back of her bra, immediately releasing the tension holding it against her body. She let out a gasp and then a frustrated sigh as she knew her chest would soon be bared despite her recent declarations in front of the group.
Mrs. Davis made eye contact with Cole for a brief moment and then closed her eyes and turned her head as she waited to be humiliated. Cole enthusiastically pushed the loose bra up over her head to her elbows. Mrs. Davis’ perky C cups came into view and they looked incredible. Her small, pink nipples were like eraser tips and her breasts were full and symmetrical. Cole worked his fingers over her ribs and then up across her bare tits, letting the excess oil on his hands coat them. Mrs. Davis jumped a little and had to suppress her giggles. She had never thought about the idea of her breasts being ticklish but Cole’s stroking fingers across her tender mounds proved that she was.
Cole rolled his thumbs in small circular motions up and across her rosy nipples while he wiggled his other fingers over the slippery sides of her boobs. Mrs. Davis began to raise up and down on her tip toes and shake around as the giggles started to escape her. Her former student asked her condescendingly, “Aww, does Mrs. Davis have ticklish titties?” The blonde English teacher wanted to fire back with an insulting comeback but all that managed to come out of her mouth was silly laughter and giggles. Cole continued teasing his teacher by adding, “I guess all the locker room talk was right, Mrs. Davis...you do have a nice rack.”
Jessica Davis blushed but continued to laugh. Her pitiful reaction to having her breasts tickled was undermining the serious demeanor she was trying to exude toward Cole. It was failing miserably as she smiled and laughed like a ditz while Cole stroked his fingers across her shiny tits. He even brought his hands lower and went back to tickling just below her ribs again. The horribly ticklish regions caused Mrs. Davis to begin jerking around and laughing like crazy. Her full breasts bounced and jiggled in a mesmerizing fashion as she screeched laughter and begged for another break.
Cole picked his next victim. He went over to Ms. Young and was immediately met with a barrage of insults and threats. It seemed the math teacher had regained some of her spunk since her last round of tickling. She shouted at Cole, “Keep your hands off of me, you creep! Only a pervert would want to take his teachers’ tops off and tickle their boobs! Did you get a good feel so far? That’s probably the only action you’ll ever get in your whole life! You hear me, you little creep?! I don’t care how much you tickle me, my bra is staying on!”
He immediately went back to work attacking her ultra-sensitive armpits. Ms. Young wasn’t able to keep up her harsh commentary as she was forced into laughter once again. It was amusing to Cole how his math teacher could be so belligerent one second and then a laughing wreck the next. Ms. Young gritted her teeth and thrashed from side to side but nothing kept Cole’s fingers off her sensitive underarms. He kept the intensity up for a long time. Cole wanted Ms. Young to feel a sense of panic as she neared the point of passing out from lack of oxygen in her lungs.
Ms. Young screamed and Cole and even tried to bite him, but he was out of range of her chomping teeth. She was getting desperate; he could hear it in her tone of voice as she shouted wildly. Cole persisted and drove his math teacher crazy by furiously tickling her tender hollows. Ms. Young let her head hang back as she fell into sheer hysterics. She could do nothing to resist Cole’s fingers in her underarms and it was making her lose her sanity.
Ms. Young: “OH MY GAAAAAWWWDD!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! I FUCKING HATE YOU SO MUCH!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! GET OUT OF MY ARMPITS, YOU LITTLE SHIT!! HAHAHAHAHA!!”
Cole: “Only if you tell me where to tickle you next. And you know what I want to hear.”
Ms. Young: “HAHAHAHAHA!! DROP DEAD, YOU CREEP! HAHAHAHAHAHA!! SHIT!! STOP!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! OKAY FINE! HAHAHAHAHA!! GO AHEAD, JERK!! HAHAHAHAHA!! HAVE IT YOUR WAY!!”
Cole: “Ah ah, I want to hear you say it, Ms. Young. I need to know you’re serious about wanting me to tickle you there.”
Ms. Young: “OH MY GOD, YOU’RE THE WORST!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! YOU CAN TICKLE ME THERE!! HAHAHAHAHA!! GOD, WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO SAY?! HAHAHAHAHA!!! YOU CAN TICKLE MY BOOBS, YOU PERV!!”
Cole smiled and let his math teacher have a rest from the armpit assault. She was too busy gasping for breath to care about Cole snipping her bra straps. He left her tank top in place but pulled her ruined bra out and dropped it to the floor. Ms. Young was not thin and her large, pale breasts still filled her tank top easily. Cole began squeezing and kneading her squishy sides through her tank top, which caused her to laugh mildly. But she really started squirming and laughing like crazy when Cole leaned forward and began licking her right armpit. His warm, broad tongue lapped at her smooth, deep underarm over and over. Ms. Young could not have anticipated the completely bizarre feeling in her armpit, but it was devastatingly effective. The poor math teacher belly laughed as Cole licked and slurped all over the deepest trench of her freshly-shaven hollow. Her armpit was warm and creamy. Cole could feel his tongue vibrate as Ms. Young shook with frantic laughter.
Cole switched sides and buried his tongue into Ms. Young’s left armpit. Her laughter spiked again as the intruding tongue snaked its way across the bare, defenseless underarm. Ms. Young bounced around and shook wildly at the unbearable feeling. All of her wild thrashing and jumping around caused her large breasts to jiggle to and fro in her tank top. The voluptuous mounds began inching their way up as the tank top seemed to ride lower and lower on her chest.
Cole brought his hands back up into Ms. Young’s armpits and wiggled his fingers purposefully. He watched as his math teacher tried her hardest to pull her arms down, all the while screaming as loud as she could with laughter and pleas for mercy. Cole’s full attention was on her impressively large boobs starting to pop out of her shirt. The DD cups were bursting out the top lip of the tank top and her nipples were starting to come into view. She had large, pale pink areoles with a bumpy texture to then and flat nipples. Ms. Young shook her head and tried desperately to keep her reactions under control. But the underarm tickling was the worst and soon, she easily jiggled her breasts free from the constraints of her shirt.
The tank top was ajar now as most of Ms. Young’s tits were hanging out. Cole helped her the rest of the way and pulled the tank top down under the bottom curve of both breasts. Ms. Young rolled her eyes and scoffed as her student pulled her shirt down to fully expose her. Then she grunted irritably as Cole smeared coconut oil across her large breasts. Now that they were glistening, he began exploring them with his fingers. He softly stroked the sides and underneath along the bottom of them. Ms. Young seemed to be sensitive along the bottom curvature of her chest and couldn’t help but laugh as Cole danced his fingers along the undersides of her titties.
Ms. Young: “Cole, knock it off! Hahahahahaha!! Pull my goddamn shirt back up, you hahahahaha!! Fucking piece of tssshahahahaha!! Get your hands off my tits!! Hahahahahahaha!! Fuck, why does that tickle so much?! Hahahahaha!! Is this what you need to do to cop a feel?! Fine, go ahead and get a handful, you pathetic jerk! Tssshehehehehe! Hope you’re fucking enjoying yourself, Cole! Hahahahahaha!!”
Cole lightly trickled his fingertips across her broad, bumpy nipples and playfully tweaked her nipples between his fingers just to make her growl in frustration. He followed the outer curves of her breasts as they bubbled out to the sides and then wiggled his fingers underneath to stroke the undersides as she fidgeted and shook about. Ms. Young occasionally made looks at him as if daggers were coming out of her eyes. She probably couldn’t believe she was strung up like this with her bare breasts exposed and oiled for him to tickle.
After a while, Cole decided to move on to his favorite teacher crush. Ms. Parker hung there with her blouse unbuttoned and hanging open. Her bra was visible through the open gap of her shirt in the middle of her torso. Ms. Parker fidgeted and pouted when she saw Cole walking toward her. She looked down the line to her left and saw her four work colleagues hanging there exhausted with their bare breasts exposed. Danielle Parker could easily guess what her fate was about to be.
Cole grabbed the scissors and began cutting Ms. Parker’s button up shirt off of her. The shredded garment fell to the floor, leaving the skinny art teacher’s pale torso on display. After re-coating his hands with oil, Cole stepped in behind her and brought his arms around to her front. He began wiggling his fingers along her sides and tummy. Ms. Parker caved pretty quickly and started laughing sweetly as her sides were tormented. Cole could feel her shift and squirm about as he played with her sides and tiny waist.
Things got worse for Ms. Parker when she felt Cole dip lower and start tickling her lower tummy underneath her bellybutton. That spot drove her crazy and Cole certainly remembered to revisit it. His menacing fingers fluttered across the slippery lower abdominal region, making his teacher howl with laughter. She stood on her tip toes, she yelled, and she twisted violently but nothing lessened the sensations. Ms. Parker quickly realized that she could do little to thwart Cole’s tickling. She could only hang there and feel her tummy convulse with laughter.
To make the situation even more torturous, Cole unbuttoned Ms. Parker’s jeans and pulled down her zipper. The redhead was breathing hard but managed to look down and watch with big, fearful eyes as her pants and panties were tugged down slightly. They were worked down slowly so they were just off her hips, leaving the defined V of her upper groin exposed. Ms. Parker mumbled little worried sounds to herself as she studied her terrible predicament. Now her lower tummy was completely exposed and she didn’t know how she would possibly handle being tickled there.
Cole began sliding his wriggling fingers across her lower tummy and hips, sending Ms. Parker into a shrieking fit of hearty laughter. Her flat, pale tummy trembled with constant laughing and sloppy giggles as she swayed to and fro at the head of the class. Cole kept his fingers busy on her tender hip creases. He felt her writhing in front of him but either way she wiggled, one of his hands was there to greet her. Cole danced his hands up along her lower tummy and sides and then swirled a finger in her bellybutton. Ms. Parker’s long, red hair splashed across his face as she whipped her body around in a torrent of girlish laughter.
He transitioned abruptly and began tickling the sweet hollows of her ivory-colored underarms. They felt like silk and the feeling was only amplified with the addition of freshly melted coconut oil added to the regions. Ms. Parker giggled and squirmed adorably as her student started fluttering his hands across her armpits. She lazily rolled back and forth trying to pull her arms down as she giggled and laughed up to the ceiling. Cole then dug in a little firmer and began massaging his fingertips more aggressively into her deep crevices under her arms. Ms. Parker continued to have a decent reaction but her voice never escalated higher than a strong giggle.
It appeared Ms. Parker’s armpits were not the most crazy ticklish spot on her like her lower torso was, but she still let out a good, steady reaction. And truth be told, Cole kind of enjoyed having his favorite teacher lean her head back against him and giggle helplessly as he worked her armpits over. He spoke to her while he still figured she could focus enough to listen. Cole told her, “Look, Ms. Parker, every one of the other teachers has their top off right now. Now we both know I could go back to tickling your hips and lower stomach areas again just to make you go nuts and THEN make you agree to it. OR...you could just let me take your bra off now and I promise to skip that step.” Ms. Parker bit her lip as she looked over at her fellow teachers hanging beside her.
The other four teachers seemed to have strong reactions as they tried to advise her, but Ms. Parker was unsure if it was even worth it to try and hold out. Most likely, she would just have to endure more intense tickling for nothing. Everyone else had caved for the most part and it got them nowhere trying to deny Cole. Ms. Parker looked at her work colleagues shouting at her still. She felt like giving in was somehow letting them down. But she didn’t want to think about being tickled around her hips like that again. Ms. Parker leaned her head back near Cole and quietly consented, “Okay...you can do it if you promise not to tickle me on my lower tummy anymore.”
“I won’t tickle you there anymore...for now,” Cole said wickedly as his fingers left her armpits and went to the back of her bra. The other teachers raised their voices in concern. Ms. Parker hung her head in shame, now feeling like she was somehow letting her friends down by lessening the tickling for herself. But she also realized how humiliating and degrading it was to willingly give her student permission to disrobe her.
Cole unhooked the black bra quickly. Ms. Parker felt the tension of the bra vanish. She was left there with a loose bra still obscuring her small breasts. There was an instant ping of regret once her breasts were freed. But what could the art teacher do now? Politely ask him to re-clasp her bra and go back to tickling her most sensitive areas on her upper body? Then she felt Cole sliding his hands over her sides and tummy, but not to tickle her. It was firmer and smooth, like he was just caressing her skin. Ms. Parker looked down and breathed a sigh of shame as she watched Cole’s hands slide up under her bra to the treasures underneath. He cupped both of her small, warm breasts in his hands. Her mounds felt soft like butter in his hands and her nipples were velvety caps in the center of them.
Ms. Parker gave out a bratty whine as Cole felt her up and then pushed her bra up higher above her head so that she was completely exposed for all to see. The sight of his art teacher’s pale, perky breasts and light pink nipples was heavenly. Ms. Parker had a light sprinkle of freckles across her upper chest, adorning her porcelain skin. By this point, Cole’s hands were soaked with coconut oil. He used the excess to begin coating her medium-sized breasts. Soon, they were shiny and glistening just like her coworkers.
Cole began lightly exploring her silky tits with his wiggling fingers. He couldn’t get over just how soft her breasts were. They felt like clouds in his hands. Cole rubbed his index fingers around and over Ms. Parker’s nipples, which got a decent reaction of giggles and laughter. She began shifting around and giggling more and more as he touched her bare chest. The oil certainly made it easier to glide across her sensitive curves. Cole found that Ms. Parker seemed to have a stronger reaction when he lightly flicked the undersides of her nipples or when he spidered his fingers across the outer sides of her breasts. Her giggles seemed to get louder and turned to laughter in some instances.
As awesome as it was to tickle the breasts of his favorite teacher, the area was quickly becoming desensitized to his tactics. Cole decided to move on and have some more fun before he needed to leave the school. He went back and retrieved the chloroform bottle and rag. After dousing the rag until it was soaked, he turned and began walking slowly toward the group of hanging teachers. There were screams and shouts as they all opposed the idea of being knocked out again. But Cole only smiled as he came closer, ready to smother their faces and move them to the last position he had in mind.
He went to Mrs. Anderson first. He slid in behind her near the blackboard, which confused the English teacher. She tried to look around to see what Cole was doing back there when suddenly she felt the rag come around and cover her mouth and nose. The normally upbeat and positive faculty member let out a muffled squeal of surprise as her eyes got big. As she struggled and whimpered little pouty noises, she could feel her energy fading. Then Mrs. Anderson felt Cole’s other hand reaching around and feeling her chest. His palm was caressing and cupping both of her breasts. She let out a few whiny grunts but felt like she didn’t even have the energy to shake him off. Soon, Mrs. Anderson didn’t even care that Cole was touching her. Her world was fading quick as the chloroform took effect. Mrs. Anderson’s eyes drooped and her long legs went limp.
Cole moved on to Ms. Young, who was next in line. He squeezed in behind her as she shouted at him. She tried to lower her face and prevent him from smothering her with the rag, but he eventually covered her mouth and nose with it. Ms. Young grunted furiously into the cloth and shook her head. But she got even more heated when Cole reached around and started fondling her huge tits again. He squeezed and squished them enthusiastically while she twisted and shouted, “MMMHHHHMMM!!!” Eventually, the bitchy math teacher succumbed to the chloroform and began fading as her former student squeezed her tits.
Next in line was Ms. Baker, his old science teacher. Cole went around behind her and snuck the rag in over her face. Her eyes got huge like saucers and then she tried to shake her head to get free. As Ms. Baker shook her head, it caused her large, oily breasts to sway back and forth magnificently. But instead of cupping her boobs, Cole reached down and grabbed her luscious booty that had been driving him wild during his high school career. Since her pants were already unbuttoned and unzipped from before, Cole slid his free hand down the back of her loose jeans. He grabbed a handful of her massive, shapely butt and listened to her shout muffled protests through the rag. Cole continued to fondle her incredible bubble butt and was totally blown away by how round and full it felt. Ms. Baker slipped into unconsciousness as Cole squeezed the fatty curvature of her ass.
Cole shifted over behind Mrs. Davis. She immediately began yelling and turning her head away. The rag inevitably found its way over her face and forced her to breathe the fumes. Mrs. Davis squealed and pouted as she felt Cole reach around to grab her amazing tits. As the blonde became more and more drowsy, her concern about being groped became less and less. Cole squeezed her exquisite boobs in his hand and tweaked her nipples between his fingers. Eventually Mrs. Davis lost her strength and went limp as she hung from her wrist restraints.
The last teacher awake was Ms. Parker. As Cole slid in behind her, she took panicked breaths and looked down at her bare chest with an anxious expression. The rag suddenly covering her mouth and nose still startled her, even though she expected it. Ms. Parker whined and grunted into the rag as Cole reached around to feel up her pale breasts. He fondled the soft B cups in his hand as the rag sapped his teacher’s ability to stay conscious. Ms. Parker’s legs eventually went limp as she drifted off to sleep.
And now it was time for Cole to move the teachers one more time before he headed out of his high school forever.
TO BE CONTINUED...
Mrs. Anderson squealed laughter and shook her head babbling pure gibberish as Cole held her still in a firm side hug. He lightly wafted and traced the small feather teasingly over her left nipple, causing his English teacher to giggle and laugh spastically. Her nipples were small and a darker shade of pink. Mrs. Anderson’s bra was on the floor from when Cole had cut it off of her. She yanked and tried to twist away but the ropes and Cole’s grasp kept her firmly in the same standing position.
Cole gently flicked and twirled the feather around the supple contour of her nipples, alternating which one he tormented every so often. Mrs. Anderson’s small breasts were at best a small B cup, but were made to seem even smaller with her arms outstretched above her head. Cole had tried tickling her small mounds with his hands but eventually discovered that a light touch of the feather across her sensitive nipples was the most effective.
He set the feather aside and went back to skittering his fingers across her sides and tummy. Mrs. Anderson jumped and burst back into panicky laughter. Cole could feel her strong abdominal muscles underneath contracting and tensing. Her core was solid from helping coach the Girl’s Cross Country team for years. Cole watched as Mrs. Anderson’s face got more and more red as she tried to keep the laughter from slipping out. But her tummy was just too ticklish and it flowed out in reluctant hisses and giggles from behind her teeth.
The delinquent student stepped away and went to re-coat his hands with coconut oil. Mrs. Anderson hung there sucking in air and blowing her short brown hair out of her eyes. As she saw Cole rubbing more coconut oil into his hands, she pathetically complained, “Cole, please! I don’t know what I have to say or promise you to make you stop this! I can’t take anymore! My stomach is so ticklish! I feel like I’m about to pee my jeans! Please stop!”
Cole was silent and just dipped his fingers in for another quick scoop for good measure. He walked back to Mrs. Anderson and started smearing the fresh coconut oil into her stomach. He held a small glob of it against her skin and let her body heat melt it to liquid. It ran down her flat, toned tummy and began to soak into the waistline of her denim capris. Mrs. Anderson looked down at her glistening stomach and frowned. She knew the intense tickling was not over yet.
Cole resumed tickling her tummy and she picked right back up with wild laughter. Mrs. Anderson thrashed and screamed but it did nothing to lessen the sensations. Cole kept it up for a while and then slid an index finger around the rim of her bellybutton again. He could feel her tummy trembling again and waited for her to crack. She finally begged him, “Wait! Not there again! Cole, stay out of my bellybutton! I’ll go crazy, I swear! I’ll make sure you graduate! I’ll never contact your parents about this! I’ll write you a letter of recommendation to a college! Anything!”
But Cole didn’t want anything except to see Mrs. Anderson freak out. He slipped his fingertip inside of her bellybutton and methodically wiggled it around and around the slick interior. Mrs. Anderson squealed once and then fell into silent laughter for a few seconds as she writhed around. Then her voice came rushing back and a torrent of laughter filled the classroom. His English teacher cried and tried hurling her body from side to side to get away from his invading finger but to no avail. He kept it within her little bellybutton and poked and played around inside of it as she screamed.
Mrs. Anderson: “COLE! (*gasps) HAHAHAHAHAHA!! I HATE IT! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!”
Cole: “I know you hate it. That’s why I’m doing it.”
Mrs. Anderson: “PLEASE! HAHAHAHAHAHA!! I CAN’T HANDLE THIS! HAHAHAHAHA!! GO TO SOMEONE ELSE!”
Cole: “Someone else like...your teacher friend, Mrs. Davis? Do you want me to move on to her instead of staying here and tickling your tummy?”
He could feel Mrs. Anderson’s tummy shaking as she tried to answer through the laughter. He lessened the intensity to allow her to speak more freely. Cole grabbed the feather and began flicking it carelessly across her nipples again. His English teacher hissed reluctant giggles and squirmed around as her small breasts were attacked once again. Mrs. Anderson couldn’t believe she was about to give up her best friend in the school but this had to stop. She blurted out, “HAHAHAHA!! YES! MOVE ON TO HER! HAHAHAHAHA!! I’M SORRY, JESSICA! HAHAHAHAHA!! FORGIVE ME!”
Mrs. Davis: “Joy! Don’t tell him to tickle me! Pick someone else! I’ve been tickled so much already!”
Mrs. Davis couldn’t believe what she was hearing but had to come to terms with reality quickly as she saw Cole approach her. She fumbled for the right words as her former student started slathering her torso with oil again. Her soft, supple skin felt divine as Cole rubbed his hands over her sides and stomach. He easily transitioned into wiggling his fingers around on her sides. Mrs. Davis shouted in surprise and then fell into adorable laughter. Cole’s fingers ran up and down her slippery sides but mainly targeted the vulnerable areas right below her ribs on either side. Mrs. Davis absolutely couldn’t handle that sensitive region being tickled and she all but lost the ability to stand upright by her own power when Cole wiggled his fingers there.
Mrs. Davis’ laughter became louder and more desperate as Cole squeezed her sides and skittered his fingers randomly up over her ribs or down across her belly. She flung her bright blonde hair about as she laughed like an asylum patient. Cole quite enjoyed seeing his pristine English teacher lose her shit so completely. He asked her, “So Mrs. Davis...do you want me to move on to a different spot or are you enjoying this too much?”
Mrs. Davis: “HAHAHAHAHA!! SCREW YOU, COLE! HAHAHAHAHAHA!! I’M NOT GOING TO LET YOU CUT MY BRA OFF LIKE THE OTHER TEACHERS IF THAT’S WHAT YOU’RE ASKING!! HAHAHAHAHA!! I WON’T LET YOU EXPOSE ME!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!! YOU’LL HAVE TO GET YOUR KICKS SOME OTHER WAY, PERVERT!”
Cole pressed himself against Mrs. Davis so that she was pinned against the blackboard. He resumed tickling her tender sides but this time, she barely had any wiggle room to squirm around. The preppy teacher screamed her head off with laughter as Cole exploited her worst spot on her upper body. Tears quickly formed in the corners of her eyes and she shifted as much as she could under Cole’s control. But the tickling did not let up whatsoever, causing her mind to panic. Cole kept up the tickling assault without mercy. Mrs. Davis had to fight for air as she continuously gasped and flailed around struggling to breathe and laugh at the same time. Her abdominals were starting to burn from laughing so hard for several minutes straight. Cole was relentless as he made his proud English teacher suffer.
Finally, Mrs. Davis found the energy to scream out, “I NEED A BREAK!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!! JUST LET ME BREATHE!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!”
Cole kept up his finger-wiggling assault and then let her rest while he retrieved the scissors. Mrs. Davis was gasping for air but managed to protest when she saw him coming back ready to expose her.
Mrs. Davis: “Uh-uh! No! No way, mister! You are NOT going to cut my bra off! Cole, I’m warning you! This is so inappropriate, young man!”
Cole put down the scissors and shrugged. “Suit yourself,” he added as he want back to tickling Mrs. Davis’ exposed sides. She exploded back into hysterical laughter and whipped her head back and forth. The tickling was maddening and Mrs. Davis was quickly reduced to babbling, giggling goo under Cole’s relentless fingers. The teacher screamed and gasped for breath once again. She felt as though she would pass out at any moment.
Cole kept one hand tickling her side while he calmly slid the other around behind her back to the clasp of her bra. Mrs. Davis made a pouty expression signaling defeat as she shook her head no. But she offered no words of protest as Cole’s fingers began fumbling at the small clasp in back. One hand was still tickling her right side and she couldn’t help but feel a little relieved that she would be given a break from that area. Mrs. Davis felt Cole unhook the back of her bra, immediately releasing the tension holding it against her body. She let out a gasp and then a frustrated sigh as she knew her chest would soon be bared despite her recent declarations in front of the group.
Mrs. Davis made eye contact with Cole for a brief moment and then closed her eyes and turned her head as she waited to be humiliated. Cole enthusiastically pushed the loose bra up over her head to her elbows. Mrs. Davis’ perky C cups came into view and they looked incredible. Her small, pink nipples were like eraser tips and her breasts were full and symmetrical. Cole worked his fingers over her ribs and then up across her bare tits, letting the excess oil on his hands coat them. Mrs. Davis jumped a little and had to suppress her giggles. She had never thought about the idea of her breasts being ticklish but Cole’s stroking fingers across her tender mounds proved that she was.
Cole rolled his thumbs in small circular motions up and across her rosy nipples while he wiggled his other fingers over the slippery sides of her boobs. Mrs. Davis began to raise up and down on her tip toes and shake around as the giggles started to escape her. Her former student asked her condescendingly, “Aww, does Mrs. Davis have ticklish titties?” The blonde English teacher wanted to fire back with an insulting comeback but all that managed to come out of her mouth was silly laughter and giggles. Cole continued teasing his teacher by adding, “I guess all the locker room talk was right, Mrs. Davis...you do have a nice rack.”
Jessica Davis blushed but continued to laugh. Her pitiful reaction to having her breasts tickled was undermining the serious demeanor she was trying to exude toward Cole. It was failing miserably as she smiled and laughed like a ditz while Cole stroked his fingers across her shiny tits. He even brought his hands lower and went back to tickling just below her ribs again. The horribly ticklish regions caused Mrs. Davis to begin jerking around and laughing like crazy. Her full breasts bounced and jiggled in a mesmerizing fashion as she screeched laughter and begged for another break.
Cole picked his next victim. He went over to Ms. Young and was immediately met with a barrage of insults and threats. It seemed the math teacher had regained some of her spunk since her last round of tickling. She shouted at Cole, “Keep your hands off of me, you creep! Only a pervert would want to take his teachers’ tops off and tickle their boobs! Did you get a good feel so far? That’s probably the only action you’ll ever get in your whole life! You hear me, you little creep?! I don’t care how much you tickle me, my bra is staying on!”
He immediately went back to work attacking her ultra-sensitive armpits. Ms. Young wasn’t able to keep up her harsh commentary as she was forced into laughter once again. It was amusing to Cole how his math teacher could be so belligerent one second and then a laughing wreck the next. Ms. Young gritted her teeth and thrashed from side to side but nothing kept Cole’s fingers off her sensitive underarms. He kept the intensity up for a long time. Cole wanted Ms. Young to feel a sense of panic as she neared the point of passing out from lack of oxygen in her lungs.
Ms. Young screamed and Cole and even tried to bite him, but he was out of range of her chomping teeth. She was getting desperate; he could hear it in her tone of voice as she shouted wildly. Cole persisted and drove his math teacher crazy by furiously tickling her tender hollows. Ms. Young let her head hang back as she fell into sheer hysterics. She could do nothing to resist Cole’s fingers in her underarms and it was making her lose her sanity.
Ms. Young: “OH MY GAAAAAWWWDD!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! I FUCKING HATE YOU SO MUCH!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! GET OUT OF MY ARMPITS, YOU LITTLE SHIT!! HAHAHAHAHA!!”
Cole: “Only if you tell me where to tickle you next. And you know what I want to hear.”
Ms. Young: “HAHAHAHAHA!! DROP DEAD, YOU CREEP! HAHAHAHAHAHA!! SHIT!! STOP!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! OKAY FINE! HAHAHAHAHA!! GO AHEAD, JERK!! HAHAHAHAHA!! HAVE IT YOUR WAY!!”
Cole: “Ah ah, I want to hear you say it, Ms. Young. I need to know you’re serious about wanting me to tickle you there.”
Ms. Young: “OH MY GOD, YOU’RE THE WORST!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! YOU CAN TICKLE ME THERE!! HAHAHAHAHA!! GOD, WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO SAY?! HAHAHAHAHA!!! YOU CAN TICKLE MY BOOBS, YOU PERV!!”
Cole smiled and let his math teacher have a rest from the armpit assault. She was too busy gasping for breath to care about Cole snipping her bra straps. He left her tank top in place but pulled her ruined bra out and dropped it to the floor. Ms. Young was not thin and her large, pale breasts still filled her tank top easily. Cole began squeezing and kneading her squishy sides through her tank top, which caused her to laugh mildly. But she really started squirming and laughing like crazy when Cole leaned forward and began licking her right armpit. His warm, broad tongue lapped at her smooth, deep underarm over and over. Ms. Young could not have anticipated the completely bizarre feeling in her armpit, but it was devastatingly effective. The poor math teacher belly laughed as Cole licked and slurped all over the deepest trench of her freshly-shaven hollow. Her armpit was warm and creamy. Cole could feel his tongue vibrate as Ms. Young shook with frantic laughter.
Cole switched sides and buried his tongue into Ms. Young’s left armpit. Her laughter spiked again as the intruding tongue snaked its way across the bare, defenseless underarm. Ms. Young bounced around and shook wildly at the unbearable feeling. All of her wild thrashing and jumping around caused her large breasts to jiggle to and fro in her tank top. The voluptuous mounds began inching their way up as the tank top seemed to ride lower and lower on her chest.
Cole brought his hands back up into Ms. Young’s armpits and wiggled his fingers purposefully. He watched as his math teacher tried her hardest to pull her arms down, all the while screaming as loud as she could with laughter and pleas for mercy. Cole’s full attention was on her impressively large boobs starting to pop out of her shirt. The DD cups were bursting out the top lip of the tank top and her nipples were starting to come into view. She had large, pale pink areoles with a bumpy texture to then and flat nipples. Ms. Young shook her head and tried desperately to keep her reactions under control. But the underarm tickling was the worst and soon, she easily jiggled her breasts free from the constraints of her shirt.
The tank top was ajar now as most of Ms. Young’s tits were hanging out. Cole helped her the rest of the way and pulled the tank top down under the bottom curve of both breasts. Ms. Young rolled her eyes and scoffed as her student pulled her shirt down to fully expose her. Then she grunted irritably as Cole smeared coconut oil across her large breasts. Now that they were glistening, he began exploring them with his fingers. He softly stroked the sides and underneath along the bottom of them. Ms. Young seemed to be sensitive along the bottom curvature of her chest and couldn’t help but laugh as Cole danced his fingers along the undersides of her titties.
Ms. Young: “Cole, knock it off! Hahahahahaha!! Pull my goddamn shirt back up, you hahahahaha!! Fucking piece of tssshahahahaha!! Get your hands off my tits!! Hahahahahahaha!! Fuck, why does that tickle so much?! Hahahahaha!! Is this what you need to do to cop a feel?! Fine, go ahead and get a handful, you pathetic jerk! Tssshehehehehe! Hope you’re fucking enjoying yourself, Cole! Hahahahahaha!!”
Cole lightly trickled his fingertips across her broad, bumpy nipples and playfully tweaked her nipples between his fingers just to make her growl in frustration. He followed the outer curves of her breasts as they bubbled out to the sides and then wiggled his fingers underneath to stroke the undersides as she fidgeted and shook about. Ms. Young occasionally made looks at him as if daggers were coming out of her eyes. She probably couldn’t believe she was strung up like this with her bare breasts exposed and oiled for him to tickle.
After a while, Cole decided to move on to his favorite teacher crush. Ms. Parker hung there with her blouse unbuttoned and hanging open. Her bra was visible through the open gap of her shirt in the middle of her torso. Ms. Parker fidgeted and pouted when she saw Cole walking toward her. She looked down the line to her left and saw her four work colleagues hanging there exhausted with their bare breasts exposed. Danielle Parker could easily guess what her fate was about to be.
Cole grabbed the scissors and began cutting Ms. Parker’s button up shirt off of her. The shredded garment fell to the floor, leaving the skinny art teacher’s pale torso on display. After re-coating his hands with oil, Cole stepped in behind her and brought his arms around to her front. He began wiggling his fingers along her sides and tummy. Ms. Parker caved pretty quickly and started laughing sweetly as her sides were tormented. Cole could feel her shift and squirm about as he played with her sides and tiny waist.
Things got worse for Ms. Parker when she felt Cole dip lower and start tickling her lower tummy underneath her bellybutton. That spot drove her crazy and Cole certainly remembered to revisit it. His menacing fingers fluttered across the slippery lower abdominal region, making his teacher howl with laughter. She stood on her tip toes, she yelled, and she twisted violently but nothing lessened the sensations. Ms. Parker quickly realized that she could do little to thwart Cole’s tickling. She could only hang there and feel her tummy convulse with laughter.
To make the situation even more torturous, Cole unbuttoned Ms. Parker’s jeans and pulled down her zipper. The redhead was breathing hard but managed to look down and watch with big, fearful eyes as her pants and panties were tugged down slightly. They were worked down slowly so they were just off her hips, leaving the defined V of her upper groin exposed. Ms. Parker mumbled little worried sounds to herself as she studied her terrible predicament. Now her lower tummy was completely exposed and she didn’t know how she would possibly handle being tickled there.
Cole began sliding his wriggling fingers across her lower tummy and hips, sending Ms. Parker into a shrieking fit of hearty laughter. Her flat, pale tummy trembled with constant laughing and sloppy giggles as she swayed to and fro at the head of the class. Cole kept his fingers busy on her tender hip creases. He felt her writhing in front of him but either way she wiggled, one of his hands was there to greet her. Cole danced his hands up along her lower tummy and sides and then swirled a finger in her bellybutton. Ms. Parker’s long, red hair splashed across his face as she whipped her body around in a torrent of girlish laughter.
He transitioned abruptly and began tickling the sweet hollows of her ivory-colored underarms. They felt like silk and the feeling was only amplified with the addition of freshly melted coconut oil added to the regions. Ms. Parker giggled and squirmed adorably as her student started fluttering his hands across her armpits. She lazily rolled back and forth trying to pull her arms down as she giggled and laughed up to the ceiling. Cole then dug in a little firmer and began massaging his fingertips more aggressively into her deep crevices under her arms. Ms. Parker continued to have a decent reaction but her voice never escalated higher than a strong giggle.
It appeared Ms. Parker’s armpits were not the most crazy ticklish spot on her like her lower torso was, but she still let out a good, steady reaction. And truth be told, Cole kind of enjoyed having his favorite teacher lean her head back against him and giggle helplessly as he worked her armpits over. He spoke to her while he still figured she could focus enough to listen. Cole told her, “Look, Ms. Parker, every one of the other teachers has their top off right now. Now we both know I could go back to tickling your hips and lower stomach areas again just to make you go nuts and THEN make you agree to it. OR...you could just let me take your bra off now and I promise to skip that step.” Ms. Parker bit her lip as she looked over at her fellow teachers hanging beside her.
The other four teachers seemed to have strong reactions as they tried to advise her, but Ms. Parker was unsure if it was even worth it to try and hold out. Most likely, she would just have to endure more intense tickling for nothing. Everyone else had caved for the most part and it got them nowhere trying to deny Cole. Ms. Parker looked at her work colleagues shouting at her still. She felt like giving in was somehow letting them down. But she didn’t want to think about being tickled around her hips like that again. Ms. Parker leaned her head back near Cole and quietly consented, “Okay...you can do it if you promise not to tickle me on my lower tummy anymore.”
“I won’t tickle you there anymore...for now,” Cole said wickedly as his fingers left her armpits and went to the back of her bra. The other teachers raised their voices in concern. Ms. Parker hung her head in shame, now feeling like she was somehow letting her friends down by lessening the tickling for herself. But she also realized how humiliating and degrading it was to willingly give her student permission to disrobe her.
Cole unhooked the black bra quickly. Ms. Parker felt the tension of the bra vanish. She was left there with a loose bra still obscuring her small breasts. There was an instant ping of regret once her breasts were freed. But what could the art teacher do now? Politely ask him to re-clasp her bra and go back to tickling her most sensitive areas on her upper body? Then she felt Cole sliding his hands over her sides and tummy, but not to tickle her. It was firmer and smooth, like he was just caressing her skin. Ms. Parker looked down and breathed a sigh of shame as she watched Cole’s hands slide up under her bra to the treasures underneath. He cupped both of her small, warm breasts in his hands. Her mounds felt soft like butter in his hands and her nipples were velvety caps in the center of them.
Ms. Parker gave out a bratty whine as Cole felt her up and then pushed her bra up higher above her head so that she was completely exposed for all to see. The sight of his art teacher’s pale, perky breasts and light pink nipples was heavenly. Ms. Parker had a light sprinkle of freckles across her upper chest, adorning her porcelain skin. By this point, Cole’s hands were soaked with coconut oil. He used the excess to begin coating her medium-sized breasts. Soon, they were shiny and glistening just like her coworkers.
Cole began lightly exploring her silky tits with his wiggling fingers. He couldn’t get over just how soft her breasts were. They felt like clouds in his hands. Cole rubbed his index fingers around and over Ms. Parker’s nipples, which got a decent reaction of giggles and laughter. She began shifting around and giggling more and more as he touched her bare chest. The oil certainly made it easier to glide across her sensitive curves. Cole found that Ms. Parker seemed to have a stronger reaction when he lightly flicked the undersides of her nipples or when he spidered his fingers across the outer sides of her breasts. Her giggles seemed to get louder and turned to laughter in some instances.
As awesome as it was to tickle the breasts of his favorite teacher, the area was quickly becoming desensitized to his tactics. Cole decided to move on and have some more fun before he needed to leave the school. He went back and retrieved the chloroform bottle and rag. After dousing the rag until it was soaked, he turned and began walking slowly toward the group of hanging teachers. There were screams and shouts as they all opposed the idea of being knocked out again. But Cole only smiled as he came closer, ready to smother their faces and move them to the last position he had in mind.
He went to Mrs. Anderson first. He slid in behind her near the blackboard, which confused the English teacher. She tried to look around to see what Cole was doing back there when suddenly she felt the rag come around and cover her mouth and nose. The normally upbeat and positive faculty member let out a muffled squeal of surprise as her eyes got big. As she struggled and whimpered little pouty noises, she could feel her energy fading. Then Mrs. Anderson felt Cole’s other hand reaching around and feeling her chest. His palm was caressing and cupping both of her breasts. She let out a few whiny grunts but felt like she didn’t even have the energy to shake him off. Soon, Mrs. Anderson didn’t even care that Cole was touching her. Her world was fading quick as the chloroform took effect. Mrs. Anderson’s eyes drooped and her long legs went limp.
Cole moved on to Ms. Young, who was next in line. He squeezed in behind her as she shouted at him. She tried to lower her face and prevent him from smothering her with the rag, but he eventually covered her mouth and nose with it. Ms. Young grunted furiously into the cloth and shook her head. But she got even more heated when Cole reached around and started fondling her huge tits again. He squeezed and squished them enthusiastically while she twisted and shouted, “MMMHHHHMMM!!!” Eventually, the bitchy math teacher succumbed to the chloroform and began fading as her former student squeezed her tits.
Next in line was Ms. Baker, his old science teacher. Cole went around behind her and snuck the rag in over her face. Her eyes got huge like saucers and then she tried to shake her head to get free. As Ms. Baker shook her head, it caused her large, oily breasts to sway back and forth magnificently. But instead of cupping her boobs, Cole reached down and grabbed her luscious booty that had been driving him wild during his high school career. Since her pants were already unbuttoned and unzipped from before, Cole slid his free hand down the back of her loose jeans. He grabbed a handful of her massive, shapely butt and listened to her shout muffled protests through the rag. Cole continued to fondle her incredible bubble butt and was totally blown away by how round and full it felt. Ms. Baker slipped into unconsciousness as Cole squeezed the fatty curvature of her ass.
Cole shifted over behind Mrs. Davis. She immediately began yelling and turning her head away. The rag inevitably found its way over her face and forced her to breathe the fumes. Mrs. Davis squealed and pouted as she felt Cole reach around to grab her amazing tits. As the blonde became more and more drowsy, her concern about being groped became less and less. Cole squeezed her exquisite boobs in his hand and tweaked her nipples between his fingers. Eventually Mrs. Davis lost her strength and went limp as she hung from her wrist restraints.
The last teacher awake was Ms. Parker. As Cole slid in behind her, she took panicked breaths and looked down at her bare chest with an anxious expression. The rag suddenly covering her mouth and nose still startled her, even though she expected it. Ms. Parker whined and grunted into the rag as Cole reached around to feel up her pale breasts. He fondled the soft B cups in his hand as the rag sapped his teacher’s ability to stay conscious. Ms. Parker’s legs eventually went limp as she drifted off to sleep.
And now it was time for Cole to move the teachers one more time before he headed out of his high school forever.
TO BE CONTINUED...
