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Part Two (FFFFFF/M)
“More like an experiment” Chelle said.
“Okay, Betsy, I always appreciate iniitiative in my students, what is it?”
“What if we touched…” she couldn’t get the words out straight away, “what if we touched his bum while he mast…” she looked at Chelle who mouthed the word, “…masturbated?”.
“No!” I yelled.
The teacher looked at my sternly, “Mr Watts, no more outbursts! Betsy, would you volunteer?”
At this moment, the classroom erupted into calls of “Betsy Besty Betsy…”
She gingerly got up out of her chair.
I vowed last time I saw her that she would never see me naked, but here I was, masturbating in front of her, I couldn’t even watch.
She approached me and began to circle around.
“At least let me turn around” I said. I didn’t want the class to see my face once she started, they would immediately realize I was ticklish.
“Just for a moment” the teacher said, and so I did. Betsy must have been beside herself. Her idol, her crush, for years was standing with his back turned, stroking his cock and showing her his bum.
“Just on the crack!” Chelle shouted.
“Just young fingertips” someone chimed in, “see what he does!”.
Did Betsy know I was ticklish? She would shortly and soon, like an electric shock her fingers jolted me out of the blue. Again, I winced and gritted my teeth, she didn’t know quite what she was doing. It tickled but not as bad as Chelle.
“Can I try?” Chelle shouted, in unisom with a few others.
“Mr Watts, turn around first” said the teacher. No, I can’t hide it like this, as soon as they saw my face they would know something was up.
“P-please c-c-can she stop f-f-first?” I said.
“No, it’s important the demonstration continues, please turn around”.
As so I did. My eyes were wide open and my lips were pursed shut, Betsy had followed my bum around and was now using both hands to stroke and squeeze and got help me, scratch.
“I think he’s ticklish!” someone said.
“Yes, look at that stupid smile on his face!”
“N-no…” I said, “i-it just itches…”
Chelle without direction from the teacher leapt out of her seat to joint Betsy behind me, a few of her friends joined in and before I know it, five sets of hands were scratching and stroking my bum.
“Hey!!” I yelled to the teacher “tell them…to….s-s-stop!”
“Admit that it tickles, first” said one of the girls. The teacher just looked on, amused.
The scratching was ferocious and it was wearing me down. I couldn’t stop a huge smile appearing on my face while the students egged everyone on. “Keep going! He’s going to laugh!”
While all this was happening I was still, inexplicably moving my hand up and down my shaft.
“P-please…B-b-betsy” I tried to whisper only to her “you’re going to-to-to make me pee”. It was a humiliating confession but better then telling them I had a ticklish bum.
She ignored me and after only a few more seconds the first giggles escaped my lips and the classroom applaud.
“Heeheeheee…s-s-stop it…hehehe…y-you d-d-on’t underst…hehe…and…”
“We understand you’re ticklish on your bum” said Chelle triumphantly and renewed her attack. The floodgates opened, I laughed out loud to the joy of the other students.
“Haaaaaaahahaaaaahahaa stop!!! Hahaaaahaaaaa get the f…hahahahauck off me haaaahaahaaahaaha” I scramed through the laughter.
At this moment two of the girls seated on the front row spotted another opportunity and went for the attack on the spaces around my cock. I exploded in laugher.
“HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAAHAAAAAA STOP!!! HAAAAAHAHAAHAAAA STOP TICKLING ME HAAAAAAHAAHAAAAHAAAAHAHAHA”.
If you were still sat your table, all you would see was a man in his 30s surrounded by 6 college students laughing his head off, his underwear around his ankles and his hand moving up and down from his waist.
“HAAAAHAHAHA O-O-OKAY O-O-OKAY I HAAAHAHA ADMIT IT” I eventually cried out, I needed it to stop because I could feel the urge to cum.
They stopped and Chelle came to the front of me along with Betsy.
“Say it” she said.
“Okay my…”
“No” she interjected, “say it to Betsy”.
The worst possible thing I wanted to say to her, “if I do, will you stop tickling me?” I was still masturbating.
“Yes, I’ll stop”
“Okay” I turned to Betsy “please stop tickling my bum” I said, everyone laughed, “it’s too ticklish. If you keep tickling me I’ll pee all over everyone”.
Betsy grinned, “please can I carry on?” she said, “I promise only for a few seconds”.
“No” I said, “my bum is too ticklissHAAAAHAAHAAHA” without warning the attack continued.
I turned to the teacher, laughing, tears streaming out of my face, “P-p-please m-m-make them stop…I’m going to c-c-cum…HAAAAAHAAHAAHAAAA”
The teacher just checked her watch “15 minutes left of your contracted classroom time”.
“HAAAAAAHAHAAHAAAAA” they were merciless, including Betsy who had now put one hand on my balls and another on my bum and was tickling was tickling me with both, “BETSSSYYYHAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA DON’T DO…HAHAAHAAHAAAHAAAHAAA PLEASE STOP TICKLING MEEEEHEHEEHEHEEHE”
Chelle, true to her word had stopped tickling me but stood there and watched.
“HAAAHAAHAAAA I’LL…HAHAHAA…DO ANYTHI-ING..HAAAHAHAAAA JUST STOP TICKLING ME BU-HAAAAAAHAHAM” I begged to anyone would listen.
“Wait!” Chelle called out and the girls stopped.
I was out of breath and ready to collapse, but my cock was thick, rock hard and red from the blood flow, I was almost there, seconds away but the tickling had stopped.
“Anything?” she asked slyly.
“Yes” I wanted to add you bitch.
“Okay, let Betsy tickle you on her own and you orgasm for all of us” she said.
One was better than six and I was almost there anyway. I just needed it to end.
I nodded and Betsy grinned again, that sheepish, excited, shy, nervous grin that I saw when I first pulled down my underwear.
The other girls, looking visibly disappointed returned to their seats to watch the show.
Betsy was ferocious and confident in her attack this time, wriggling her fingers under my balls making me cackle and laugh my head off to the delight of everyone watching.
“HAAAAAAAHAHAAAAAAHAAHAAAAAHAAAA” I just laughed “HAAAAHAHAAAAAA IT TI…TICKHAHAAAHAHAAHAHAAAAA TICKLES BETSYHEEEEEHEEEEE S-STOP HAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAAHAAAAA”
Betsy continued, and enocouraged by the others she was sure what she wanted to do.
“Tickle his bum!” someone shouted and my eyes went wide, I knew as soon as she started I’d explode my cum all over the front row of the classroom.
“NO! BETSY! WAIT, I KNOW WHAT I SAID! BUT PLEASE DON’T MAKE ME CUM! PLEASE DON’T TICKLE MY BUM!” she ignored now and went after it with reckless abandon.
If I had been conscious, aware or even able to listen to anything beyond my own laughing and begging, I would have heard the cackles and laugher of my partner in the room next door. (oh...I didn't mention I was married),,,
Her story is Part Three…
“More like an experiment” Chelle said.
“Okay, Betsy, I always appreciate iniitiative in my students, what is it?”
“What if we touched…” she couldn’t get the words out straight away, “what if we touched his bum while he mast…” she looked at Chelle who mouthed the word, “…masturbated?”.
“No!” I yelled.
The teacher looked at my sternly, “Mr Watts, no more outbursts! Betsy, would you volunteer?”
At this moment, the classroom erupted into calls of “Betsy Besty Betsy…”
She gingerly got up out of her chair.
I vowed last time I saw her that she would never see me naked, but here I was, masturbating in front of her, I couldn’t even watch.
She approached me and began to circle around.
“At least let me turn around” I said. I didn’t want the class to see my face once she started, they would immediately realize I was ticklish.
“Just for a moment” the teacher said, and so I did. Betsy must have been beside herself. Her idol, her crush, for years was standing with his back turned, stroking his cock and showing her his bum.
“Just on the crack!” Chelle shouted.
“Just young fingertips” someone chimed in, “see what he does!”.
Did Betsy know I was ticklish? She would shortly and soon, like an electric shock her fingers jolted me out of the blue. Again, I winced and gritted my teeth, she didn’t know quite what she was doing. It tickled but not as bad as Chelle.
“Can I try?” Chelle shouted, in unisom with a few others.
“Mr Watts, turn around first” said the teacher. No, I can’t hide it like this, as soon as they saw my face they would know something was up.
“P-please c-c-can she stop f-f-first?” I said.
“No, it’s important the demonstration continues, please turn around”.
As so I did. My eyes were wide open and my lips were pursed shut, Betsy had followed my bum around and was now using both hands to stroke and squeeze and got help me, scratch.
“I think he’s ticklish!” someone said.
“Yes, look at that stupid smile on his face!”
“N-no…” I said, “i-it just itches…”
Chelle without direction from the teacher leapt out of her seat to joint Betsy behind me, a few of her friends joined in and before I know it, five sets of hands were scratching and stroking my bum.
“Hey!!” I yelled to the teacher “tell them…to….s-s-stop!”
“Admit that it tickles, first” said one of the girls. The teacher just looked on, amused.
The scratching was ferocious and it was wearing me down. I couldn’t stop a huge smile appearing on my face while the students egged everyone on. “Keep going! He’s going to laugh!”
While all this was happening I was still, inexplicably moving my hand up and down my shaft.
“P-please…B-b-betsy” I tried to whisper only to her “you’re going to-to-to make me pee”. It was a humiliating confession but better then telling them I had a ticklish bum.
She ignored me and after only a few more seconds the first giggles escaped my lips and the classroom applaud.
“Heeheeheee…s-s-stop it…hehehe…y-you d-d-on’t underst…hehe…and…”
“We understand you’re ticklish on your bum” said Chelle triumphantly and renewed her attack. The floodgates opened, I laughed out loud to the joy of the other students.
“Haaaaaaahahaaaaahahaa stop!!! Hahaaaahaaaaa get the f…hahahahauck off me haaaahaahaaahaaha” I scramed through the laughter.
At this moment two of the girls seated on the front row spotted another opportunity and went for the attack on the spaces around my cock. I exploded in laugher.
“HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAAHAAAAAA STOP!!! HAAAAAHAHAAHAAAA STOP TICKLING ME HAAAAAAHAAHAAAAHAAAAHAHAHA”.
If you were still sat your table, all you would see was a man in his 30s surrounded by 6 college students laughing his head off, his underwear around his ankles and his hand moving up and down from his waist.
“HAAAAHAHAHA O-O-OKAY O-O-OKAY I HAAAHAHA ADMIT IT” I eventually cried out, I needed it to stop because I could feel the urge to cum.
They stopped and Chelle came to the front of me along with Betsy.
“Say it” she said.
“Okay my…”
“No” she interjected, “say it to Betsy”.
The worst possible thing I wanted to say to her, “if I do, will you stop tickling me?” I was still masturbating.
“Yes, I’ll stop”
“Okay” I turned to Betsy “please stop tickling my bum” I said, everyone laughed, “it’s too ticklish. If you keep tickling me I’ll pee all over everyone”.
Betsy grinned, “please can I carry on?” she said, “I promise only for a few seconds”.
“No” I said, “my bum is too ticklissHAAAAHAAHAAHA” without warning the attack continued.
I turned to the teacher, laughing, tears streaming out of my face, “P-p-please m-m-make them stop…I’m going to c-c-cum…HAAAAAHAAHAAHAAAA”
The teacher just checked her watch “15 minutes left of your contracted classroom time”.
“HAAAAAAHAHAAHAAAAA” they were merciless, including Betsy who had now put one hand on my balls and another on my bum and was tickling was tickling me with both, “BETSSSYYYHAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA DON’T DO…HAHAAHAAHAAAHAAAHAAA PLEASE STOP TICKLING MEEEEHEHEEHEHEEHE”
Chelle, true to her word had stopped tickling me but stood there and watched.
“HAAAHAAHAAAA I’LL…HAHAHAA…DO ANYTHI-ING..HAAAHAHAAAA JUST STOP TICKLING ME BU-HAAAAAAHAHAM” I begged to anyone would listen.
“Wait!” Chelle called out and the girls stopped.
I was out of breath and ready to collapse, but my cock was thick, rock hard and red from the blood flow, I was almost there, seconds away but the tickling had stopped.
“Anything?” she asked slyly.
“Yes” I wanted to add you bitch.
“Okay, let Betsy tickle you on her own and you orgasm for all of us” she said.
One was better than six and I was almost there anyway. I just needed it to end.
I nodded and Betsy grinned again, that sheepish, excited, shy, nervous grin that I saw when I first pulled down my underwear.
The other girls, looking visibly disappointed returned to their seats to watch the show.
Betsy was ferocious and confident in her attack this time, wriggling her fingers under my balls making me cackle and laugh my head off to the delight of everyone watching.
“HAAAAAAAHAHAAAAAAHAAHAAAAAHAAAA” I just laughed “HAAAAHAHAAAAAA IT TI…TICKHAHAAAHAHAAHAHAAAAA TICKLES BETSYHEEEEEHEEEEE S-STOP HAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAAHAAAAA”
Betsy continued, and enocouraged by the others she was sure what she wanted to do.
“Tickle his bum!” someone shouted and my eyes went wide, I knew as soon as she started I’d explode my cum all over the front row of the classroom.
“NO! BETSY! WAIT, I KNOW WHAT I SAID! BUT PLEASE DON’T MAKE ME CUM! PLEASE DON’T TICKLE MY BUM!” she ignored now and went after it with reckless abandon.
If I had been conscious, aware or even able to listen to anything beyond my own laughing and begging, I would have heard the cackles and laugher of my partner in the room next door. (oh...I didn't mention I was married),,,
Her story is Part Three…
