CRUSH ON TEACHER (Fantasy story--CHAPTER 6-Conclusion!) Thursday, 05-Feb-98 17:50:16

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"Okay, . . .ready. . . GO!" Cindi commanded. She had the stopwatch now. Keisha went right for the abdomen. She jumped as high up in the air as her athletic legs would allow and came down on Mark's hardened abdomen-- he'd seen it coming and was ready. Over and over and over she lept as high as she could, always coming down with both feet pounding squarely on his ab's-- even though he could take it, he felt himself starting to weaken with each new pounding. She rotated a little with her jumping so her toes were pointed toward Mark's head-- she wanted to see facial expressions. Seeing his face tightening with pain, the compassionate Keisha backed off a little. Even though she was loving this, she didn't want to injure him. Mark noticed her lessening the battering. He smiled at her. Now, she was just kinda bunnyhopping on his stomach-- this wasn't so bad. It actually felt good to him. Then she did something naughty (for Keisha). Keeping her eyes locked on his, and still smiling, she moved her target point a little lower-- so that the heels of her sexy black sandals were landing full force on the head of his erection. When he looked at her with a look that said "Heyyyyy-- what are you doing??" She smiled more broadly and eased off the jumping so she was barely bouncing up and down on him. Then she began a gentle running in place, with her feet hardly lifting from his body, her heels landing softly on either side of the head of his hard-on. Within seconds his load was leaking out from under his jeans and beginning to stain the part of the shirt under Keisha's sandals. "Time!" Cindi barked. After the others had their turns at him, the sneakered girl with the soles from hell walked over to Mark's head. Cindi said, "Ready. . set. . .GO!" And the girl very unceremoniously stepped up with both shoes planted squarely across Mark's face. THIS was pain! Within seconds he'd managed a muffled "Uncle," and the disappointed girl climbed off, whining how she'd been robbed. "Group shot," Mrs.Mosher announced. While the video camera still rolled, Mrs.Mosher and the whole varsity cheerleading squad climbed onto Mark's aching, throbbing body. If he'd not been toughened a little (or loosened a little) by all the individual trampling, this group crush might actually have hurt. Keisha stood on Mark's still damp groin, sneaker girl was on his abdomen, Mrs.Mosher was on his chest, Cindi stood barefoot on his face, and the other girls were pinning down his legs. Mark wished he could just go to sleep like this. Wished he could do this again sometime. Reading his thoughts once more, the Vision announced to the cheerleaders, "Ladies, this evening, watching you all have so much fun doing something you never really get to do-- and knowing Mark didn't mind at all being your trample mat-- I think we should all get together and do this again at least once a month!" "What about this?" Cindi piped up, rocking her weight back and forth a little while still balancing on Mark's face, "We've set aside the first Monday night of each month as a group activity night. Why don't we make this our group activity each month this schoolyear?" The girls all quickly and loudly voiced their agreement. "And we can meet out my apartment, trample Mark--make up new trample games each month, make dinner, and just enjoy ourselves!" Mrs.Mosher volunteered. "Is that okay with you, Mark?" Mark just lay there, tears of joy streaming from his smashed eyes.

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