This choice: Decline to do anything foot related • Go Back...Chapter #4Decline to do anything foot related by: Gerbil54378   "Oh Ms. Krull, I really can't..is this necessary?" You raise your hand, push aside her foot, and begin to sit up. "I'm not entirely sure.."
She rolls her eyes as you look at her. "Don't be ridiculous, you do need this grade after all, don't you?" That makes you hesitate, and she smiles. "Good, now lay back down and we'll get you past this test in no time." You glance at her dangling foot, then back to the girls, all eager for what this session will bring. You take a deep breath and shake your head.
"I'm sorry, I really am, but I can't. It's too much" You start to get up, but Ms. Krull just giggles to herself.
"Trust me, I'm here to make sure you get into college. We all are. And you're not leaving until I'm satisfied enough to fix your grade. This is for you, remember that. Girls, help him out." The three girls share a look, one that reveals that there was some previous planning prior to this class, then jump down from their perches on their desks. As you try to back away in a fleeing panic, two grab your arms and one plops herself down on your legs. Now incapacitated and pinned firmly on the ground below your biology teacher, you concede your fate to these four women. "Much better, now let's continue, shall we?" She tries again to plant her damp sole upon your face, to much more success. When you don't immediately start to sniff, the girls squeeze and twist your arms, forcing them under their legs. In an ever increasing amount of agony, you reluctantly start to deeply inhale. While being very mild in smell, her foot is incredibly stale from being stuck in a flat all day. You grimace, much to her amusement.
Your teachers sits, observing your reactions and lets out a humph. Grabbing your nose with her toes, she scrunches it and pulls it out to the side. "Apparently my feet are not in his palate. But my feet are very middle ground. Would you be willing to show him a bit of a stronger scent Kelly?" The blond girl in control of your legs perks up, already doing her best to pry her heavily socked feet from a sweat caked tennis shoe. You groan and start to put up a fight again, anything for this to end, but Ms. Krull just informs you that fighting equals more time here on the floor, so you very very reluctantly cease your efforts.
She swings herself from your ankles to your waist and carelessly throws her powerful legs up onto your chest and face. The force of her legs, however, were no match for the sledgehammer of a smell that accompanied them. Instantaneously your eyes begin to water as the girls holding your arms begin to pull their shirts up over their own noses. Despite being quite spacious and ventilated, even the biology room quickly became bloated with the thick fog of Kelly's feet. Feet that just came a fairly intense game of volleyball in gym, according to her friends who eagerly chattered with Ms. Krull through their shirts. You open your mouth to groan again, but that only causes the heel of Kelly's socked foot to fall from its precarious position below your nose in past your teeth. The sweat from her sock now flowed into your mouth, viciously assaulting your taste buds. She laughs, and prepares a dual assault with one foot on your nose and one on your mouth, but the teacher steps in.
"No, no, he's not responding to that either. Save it in case he acts up again though, alright?" She snickers with her minions before continuing. "Hmmm, Kenzie perhaps a clean foot would stimulate him? A rejected Kelly slinks back to sitting on your ankles as her friend carefully removes her flip flops. Unlike the blond assailant, hers are petite and very womanlike. A smooth sole sails across your forehead and playfully tugs at your hair. Unfortunately the voluptuous curves if your teacher, who's sitting right above you, and Kelly's trips of sliding over your crotch region cause a stir to rise up.
Katie, who was quiet until now, jumps at being the first one to realise that someone had done something to cause you to get excited. She taps her friend next to her and points, and the news doesn't take long to spread among the four of them. Ms. Krull speaks up and has Kelly and Katie switch places. "Well well well, we have a foot boy in our midst. Is that why you wanted to refuse? Was our little experiment embarrassed? Awwwwww, you're too much sometimes you know that? Well, Katie, since you saw it first, you get to lead step two. Rip off his pants for us."
Your eyes widened, but the girls didn't care as Katie eagerly shimmied your pants down off your twitching legs. You didn't dare kick or thrash, as Kelly was a serious threat that you didn't want wielded. Your erect shaft danced before every, much to your embarrassment. A cascade of jeers and mockery erupted through the group while Ms. Krull strained to keep a professional, director type tone. "Good, good, but it's looking a little small. We're going to need it a little more stimulated if we're going to take a full analysis of it. Here Kenzie, let me help you get this lab started." She jumped off her seat, closed the gap in a couple steps and grabbed her student's shoulder for support. "Here, since he's obviously a foot lover, he'll respond best to feet." She raised her bare, still slightly sweaty sole before bringing it down in a stroking manner along your semi flaccid dick. Instantly, despite your resistance, it grew to its full potential under her, albeit she was still able to easily cover the length of it with her foot.
She threw a mock frown at you and turned on her heel to face her girls. "Obviously it's not the best example, sorry for that, but it'll do. Now girls, do you see how his veins bulge with excitement from under my bare foot? That is excellent example of how blood pumps through the male genitalia to turn it from flaccid to erect. Now, usually we would investigate the male preferred outcome of an erection, but I don't think he's quite ready for that yet. He's been a pretty bad sport about this after all. Katie dear, can you name the accompanying body parts under the penis?" She correctly identifies them as testicles and her professor asks for her to show them to the whole class. Katie hesitates, as balls aren't the stretchiest things around, but Ms. Krull insisted. She sits down, your penis still firmly pinned by your foot, and watches her student do her work. Much to your horror, Katie awkwardly gives them a brief stare before firmly grabbing one and yanking it up past your waist so that her friends can see.
You cry out without meaning to do so and start whimpering. Katie responds with pulling the other up to the same height while Kelly firmly plants her sweat sponges over your mouth to shut you up. You flex your arms in pain and try to squeal out in pain, but the girls only push back harder. Your rebellion only lasts for a brief moment before the girls manage to pin you back down in an even worse position than before. Salty sweat drips steadily off the socks over your lips into your unwilling but awaiting mouth. Katie, meanwhile, tries to tug even harder as she kneads your sack with her finger. Ms. Krull flicks your penis with her heel before entrapping it between her big and second toe, teasing you with small strokes.
"Good job girls, getting him back in order that quickly. These are going to be some great sessions, but unfortunately I have to cut this one short as I have some things to get done before it gets too late. I'm really sorry, but I have some magnificent things planned for next time don't you worry. We're going to make this kid work for his extra credit." Inevitably, the girls did their best to convince her otherwise, but she just giggled and insisted that she must really tend to some other things. They mumbled and muttered, but obeyed and got to work composing themselves again. Kelly wrestled to reacquaint her poor shoes with her foot, Kenzie released you with a light kick, and Katie got your pants about halfway up before giving up. Ms. Krull slipped her flat back on while you finished putting your pants on, then paused and turned, smirking.
"Actually girls, I have a grand idea. He's effectively all ours, he's so desperate for a good grade aren't you?" She pushed you back down onto the ground with her now shoe covered foot, where she held you. "Let's help him out a little, train him so he's better at participation in these labs huh? And you girls definitely need some practice, you know, to get familiar with the study material right?" Everyone's face lit up as yours whitened.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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