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Stuck with Mrs. Ross
My three friends and I were traveling with our class to Washington Dc. We were
the wild group that got stuck with a chaperone. We were all eighteen and fought
to have a room to our selves but the argument was lost before it even started.
My friends and I were all on the basketball team and we all ran track as well.
Having good grades and working hard to be good at our sports left us with a lot
of steam to blow off. That�s why we liked to party and we were labeled as
trouble makers.
Mrs. Ross was our History teacher and she coached the swim team. She was a well
liked teacher and we were lucky to get her. Only twenty nine years old and she
was hot! When we found out she worked at hooters in her college days we figured
she would be into having some real fun.
I was the leader of the pack. It seemed we were always at my house hanging out
if we were not out on the town. Like all of my friends I am in excellent shape.
Standing in at 5�5 and weighing in at 110lbs I have a very slim figure. My body
is toned and I am strong but I still looked like a lazy teenager. I guess we all
looked the same, hair always tied back and we wore shorts or sweats.
On our first day of the trip we were surprised at how much walking we had to do.
Thankfully I had worn my sneakers instead of my flip flops. It seemed we were on
our feet all day moving from one tourist spot to another. Our only rest came on
the bus rides as we came and went. It was a hot and humid day and my feet were
killing me when we finally stopped for dinner.
As we ate we asked what we could do after we ate and were upset when we were
told we could participate in a skit or we could relax in the hotel. We were
hoping we could see the night life in out nation�s capital.
We stopped in our room and were figuring out what to do when Mrs. Ross found a
good movie on TV. She was tired and was going to relax as we went roaming the
hotel, but we decided to watch the movie as well. Mrs. Ross was on the floor
between the two beds where she had a blanket laid out.
My friend Tony was sleeping in my bed and Sandy and Cheryl in the other bed. We
all had changed into shorts and tee-shirts to get comfortable. We left our hair
up and watched the movie.
Getting restless I looked down at Mrs. Ross and thought I saw a belly ring.
Moving so my feet were hanging off the side of the bed I reached over and used
my toes to move her shirt up to see her ring. When my warm foot touched her bare
skin I saw her get startled and jerk.
�What are you doing� she asked in an annoyed tone.
When I told her I wanted to see her belly ring she relaxed. Just to see if I
could piss her off I moved my toes across her stomach and stopped when I got to
her navel. I watched her as I did this and saw her twitch again and I was sure
she was about to laugh.
�GET YOUR FEET OFF ME� she hollered.
When I told her I liked the ring she said thank you and I smiled at her as my
toes began playing with her ring. I felt her stomach wiggling under my toes and
new I was tickling her but I was having fun watching her try to keep her
composer.
I watched along with my friends as Mrs. Ross tried to act like she was not
ticklish.
�Mrs. Ross, are you ticklish�? I asked.
When she went to say no I flicked my foot into her navel and she let out a soft
rolling giggle. This time she slapped my foot away and told me to keep my smelly
feet off of her.
Now this was interesting I thought. If I was able to tickle her that bad with
only a brush of my foot I wonder how much more I could get her to laugh if I
really cut lose on her.
I waited for Mrs. Ross to get back into the movie and then I acted. Once again I
held my foot over her stomach and she looked over at me and gave me that look of
don�t you dare. This time I poked her sides with my toes and she let out a few
higher pitched giggles before pushing me away.
It seemed so funny to me that my one foot could have power over her entire body.
For what ever reason I just could not let this go, it was too much fun to pass
up.
�Mrs. Ross, you must be really ticklish?� I asked in as sweet away as I could.
When she shook her head no I wondered why she would lie. This women must be
totally ticklish if she would lie about it, or was she asking me in her own way
to keep tickling her? Well either way I was having too much fun to stop.
�I think you are ticklish Mrs. Ross, and lying is very wrong.�
�Kathy�shut up and watch the movie already�, she said coldly.
�Mrs. Ross, that was a little rude don�t you think?� I asked with my baby voice
and a raised eyebrow.
Using some whispering and some hand gestures we were ready to teach her a
lesson. Sandy stumbled out of bed and sat above Mrs. Ross. As she reached for
her hands Tony pounced on her legs, wrapping her legs around hers and sitting on
them. I watched as Mrs. Ross tried to react, attempting to stand up but was
unable to do so.
Mrs. Ross�s long tiny arms were being held down and her skinny legs were trapped
so she decided to talk her way out of her jam. Telling us to knock it off or
else.
�Or what� I asked.
Cheryl was standing next to Mrs. Ross as I placed both feet on her warm little
stomach. I thought it odd that my feet just about covered her from one side to
the next. As I did this Cheryl slowly brought her foot up and gently touched her
side, she watched Mrs. Ross squirm and then poked her with her wiggling toes.
Giving her a thumbs up I went ahead and used my toes to poke and wiggle along
her stomach.
�Girls�STOP it THIS INSTINT� demanded our teacher.
�Come on now Mrs. Ross, we need to have some fun. For someone who is not
ticklish you seem to be laughing pretty hard.� I told her.
With Cheryl poking her sides and me pushing my toes into her and wiggling we had
her laughing so hard it made us all laugh to watching her. How quickly her face
turned red and beads of sweat formed on her cute face. Poor thing never stood a
chance with us girls.
�That�s it�laugh Mrs. Ross, let it out� Said Sandy as she held her down.
Sandy used her hands to tickle her legs which seemed to make her try and fight
us even more. Cheryl said she wanted to sit and moved to her feet. Sitting on
the floor she was able push her feet up against Mrs. Ross and moved her toes
between hers and started scratching at them. After that she used one foot to
hold back her toes and the other to slide her toes over the soft bare soles of
our laughing friend.
Watching Mrs. Ross trying so hard to get free and listening to her long, drawn
out laughing and seeing the tears forming really made me feel like I was
torturing her. Funny how someone could resort to begging after a few minutes of
tickling.
�Mrs. Ross�you need to pace yourself, it�s going to be a long night�, I joked.
It seemed that she was unable to fight back any more. She was still laughing
like a wild and crazed drunk girl but the movement had stopped. Her eyes were
closed shut as if she thought what she can�t see can�t tickle her.
Trying to change the pace I held both of my feet so they were barely touching
her skin and circled them in big circles around her stomach. This seemed to make
her laugh even harder and once again she fought to try and get free.
�Mrs. Ross, I think you have a case of the tickle bugs. It�s okay! I will stomp
them out for you.
Standing on her stomach I felt her forced laughter and heavy breathing. My body
seemed to rise and fall as she breathed and laughed. Slapping her skin with my
foot I could feel her laughter begin to slow. Then I just stood on her stomach
and watched her trying to form the words that would make us stop.
�This is cool up her Mrs. Ross. Cheryl, try it out!�
We stood facing each other and held hands for support as we took a foot each and
began circling her stomach again. Mostly I tickled her upper part of her stomach
and Cheryl got her lower stomach and we soon had her begging again.
�STOP IT���.NOW�..�
�I don�t think were ready to stop yet Mrs. Ross, but maybe when we get tired you
will stop as long as you promise to not lie again to us.�
�How much do you think we weigh Mrs. Ross?�
Once she was huffing and puffing I left Cheryl standing on her stomach and got
off her and stood next to her head.
�Mrs. Ross, will you ever lie to us again� I asked.
I watched her head shake from side to side.
�Okay, let�s see. Do my feet stink?�
As her eyes darted to mine I held my foot over her nose and cuffed my toes so
she could get a good whiff. It seemed so silly of her to try and shake my foot
off of her face. Closing my toes tightly over her nose I felt her breathing as
her air moved between my toes.
�Mrs. Ross, oh Mrs. Ross�don�t let me find out you are a cheater.� I told the
girls she was now breathing with her mouth. �You need to be punished now� I
promised.
Moving to my sneakers I pulled out my socks which were in them and moved to Mrs.
Ross. Bending down I shoved my socks into her mouth and knelt there watching her
face turn sour as she sucked on my socks.
�Taste good� I asked.
Again I covered her nose with my foot and flexed my toes so my smell would drift
into her body. Feeling her body shake I looked at Cheryl who was still standing
with one foot on her stomach and the other digging at her navel.
Switching feet I looked down at Mrs. Ross and asked, �do they smell good�I know,
but I have been walking all day Mrs. Ross. Sorry about my socks, they felt damp
and I am sure they don�t taste too good.�
When I noticed she was trying to spit out my socks I moved my foot down to her
mouth and shoved them back it.
�Sorry Mrs. Ross, I know they stink but you need to learn your lesson teach� I
said mocking her.
Once I was sure she had smelled under each toe I decided she had suffered
enough. We all stood over her laughing before we got into bed. As we talked she
just laid on the floor trying to figure out what to do or say. Finally she stood
up.
�You girls are going home�How dare you! Why�
After she calmed down I set the record straight, �Mrs. Ross, I�ll tell you what;
if you lick my feet I will not show every one in school the pictures of you
smelling my feet. I will promise to not even show them how you were tickled with
my toes. I�m sure you don�t want anyone to know you were held down and tickled
at the hands of your students. The lesson is this, keep your mouth shut�.
We turned out the lights leaving Mrs. Ross standing between the beds. After
awhile I spoke, �Mrs. Ross, my feet are waiting�.
It was kind of sad really, watching a once proud teacher knelling at my feet.
With my arms resting behind my head I watched as she starred at my bare feet,
and then lower her head and start licking my feet. It was refreshing actually,
feeling her wet tongue slithering up and down my warm feet.
�Don�t forget my toes Mrs. Ross,� I reminded.
As she licked under, and then between them I told the other girls how nice it
felt.
�Suck them Mrs. Ross�, I said when she thought she was done.
Listening to her slurping on my toes and feeling her pulling on them as she
sucked was a perfect end to a long day. Poor Mrs. Ross, when she went to go to
sleep I had to remind her, �Mrs. Ross, I think Cheryl wants a foot bath as well.
�Me to� cried out Sandy and Tony��Me to��
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