cruel schoool teachers

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Anita and Shilpa were teachers in the local convent high school in a small Indian town. They were both in their late forties, youth and beauty fading away, and so were the charms of their ageing husbands. They bonded together really well, having common interests as well as closely related personalities. Shilpa was the richer among them, her husband a rich businessman in the town. She used to frequent the city's high social circles, clad herself in expensive sarees and jewellery, even in the most plebeian of settings, and was always dressed impeccably. She was tall, slimly built, and the beauty (and the corresponding confidence) of bygone youth was oozing from her persona. Anita was a the more middle class wife, dressed more shabbily, her hair frequently not done, fatter than her friend, and much shorter. Another characteristic feature was her addiction to paan (betel leaf), which she always used to chew, regardless of time and place.

It was just an ordinary day with lunch on the table. They were engaged in one of their favorite topics of discussion, senior boys in the school, young meat which they so fervently desired to spice up their decaying sex lives.

Suddenly Amit came into the room. Amit was in twelfth standard, a healthy, well hung boy of 19, but a back bencher in the class. English was his special drawback.

"Anita Madame, I have failed in English. The principal says I cannot be promoted without passing grades in English."

"Amit, I remember your paper. It was horrible. There is no way I could have passed you on that one. There is no use crying in front of me. It would have been better if you studied well before the exams".

"Please, Madame, save me. Just a pass grade in English would save my skin. How will I go back home and tell my parents about this? Madame, please. Madame, please."

"Amit, I will not waste more time with you. I have told you once, there is nothing that I can do about it. You may go now".

Amit stood there, his hands folded in prayer. There was a plea for mercy in his eyes. All he could say was

"Please, Madame. Please save me."

He kept on repeating those words, while Anita and Shilpa started eating in silence, hoping that he would stop pestering them if they ignored him. But for Amit, it was a life and death situation. He now bent down on his knees, and fell at Anita's feet. He clasped her sandal-clad feet with her hands, and bowed his head, his forehead touching her sandals. Anita could feel his warm tears flowing down her feet, his hands clenched around her ankles in desperation. It gave her a sudden rush of power. It was the power that she often felt as a teacher, while grading her students. The fate of her students depended on a single stroke of her pen. Now, she was feeling it first hand. There was this boy, kneeling down at her feet, completely at her mercy. First, Anita tried to shoo him away.

"What is this? Don't irritate me. I don't like all this," she said, and kicked him in the face, hoping to get rid of him, as well as feeling a heavy rush of power in her. She was actually secretly hoping at this point that the young boy would linger on for some more time, so that she can enjoy the humiliation more completely.

Amit backed down a little after the kick. He was still bending low on the ground, a little distance from her. He kept on muttering apologies, as well as repeating his pleas for mercy, which Anita as well as Shilpa were now enjoying, as sauce with their food. He was now their plaything.

Shilpa had a cruel smile on her face. She started, "So, Amit, you would do anything that we ask you to?"

"Yes, Madame. I will do anything that you tell me. I shall be like your slave."

Amit saw a small ray of hope, as he went near Shilpa Madame's feet. Shilpa Madame was sitting cross-legged, her sari touching the ground, and a glimpse of her expensive sandal could be seen beneath it. She liked his answer. It was getting her wet. She let him come near her feet. She also wanted to feel his tear stained face in her feet. Very predictably, Amit came and threw herself at Shilpa Madame's feet.

"Madame, anything. Anything you say."

"Anything, really? How about eating this piece of roti (bread) from the floor?"

Shilpa Madame dropped the half eaten piece of roti in her plate to the ground, and mashed it with her sandals.

"Lets see if you can lap it up," she said in a mockingly loving tone, that one uses with their pet. Amit was desperate. He started lapping up the piece of bread, mixed with the dirt under Shilpa Madame's shoes.

"Choo, choo," Shilpa Madame pointed towards the morsels left at the bottom of her sandals. She called him like a dog. There was a cruel smile in her eyes that was somehow getting Amit wet in his pants. Amit came crawling towards her feet. He lapped up the morsels of bread in her sandals. They tasted horrible, combined with all the dirt from the streets in her sandal. He almost wanted to throw up.

"Good," said Shilpa Madame. She stroked her head with the other sandal.

In the meantime, Anita Madame was seating back and enjoying the humiliation. Now, she put her sandals on the boys face, too. She pressed the sandals on his head, so that his nose was now squashed in the floor. What a feeling of power it gave her! The head of a man squished beneath her feet, and the man obediently suffering, just for her pleasure. She always liked men groveling. She always loved to see petty people like beggars, door-to-door salesman groveling and sucking up to her. But this, of course, was different. Here, it was so physical.

"Bloody Fuck, I will squish you like a worm that you are, under my feet," she thought in her mind.

"Come to my house tomorrow evening, at five, after the classes. We will talk about it and I want to see you this obedient. Remember, this is your only chance."

"Thank you, Madame. Thank you Madame." Amit kept on repeating, thanking them profusely, touching the ground in front of Anita Madame's feet with his forehead each time.

Anita Madame would have liked the scene to go on forever. However, she did not want people outside the staff room to see what was going on and draw attention.

She said in a matter of fact tone, "Okay Amit, you may leave now. And remember what I have said."

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Amit was greeted by the maid servant at the door. She told him to go up to the first floor, where, she said, Madame was enjoying her tea. Amit went up the stairs to enter the room where they were seated. Shilpa Madame was wearing a black saari, and exquisitely crafted sandals. Her figure was slim, curvy and exceptional for a fifty year old, and she seemed to be a woman of classy tastes. Her diamond earrings, expensive necklaces, all seemed to bear testimony to that. Anita Madame, on the other hand, looked simpler. A buxom lady in her fifties, she was wearing an ordinary saari and had simple slippers on her. They were relaxing on the couch, and enjoying their cup of evening tea.

Amit came into the room, and bent down on his knees, and knelt down before each of the ladies. Shilpa Madame started petting his head with her hands. Anita Madame had finished her cup of tea. She reached for the "paan"(betel leaves) container on the far side of the table.

"Actually, why am I am even trying to reach it," she said, and snapped her fingers. Amit immediately knew what to do. He quickly went over and brought the container to Anita Madame, kneeling before her.

"Good. I like that," she said, with a cruel smile in her eyes.

"Now, go get the spittoon." Amit immediately got up, ready to please his teacher.

"In fact, wait." She thought for a while.

"Come here."

"Open your mouth."

Amit knelt in front of her, and opened his mouth wide.

She spit on his mouth. Her saliva, mixed with the pan leaves and the spices entered into his mouth. He did not have to be told. He swallowed it like an obedient servant. Anita Madame was happy. She put her feet into his lap.

"Start putting your hands into some use also," she said, amidst chewing her paan.

She put her feet on his crotch. As he started messaging her legs, feeling the muscles of her body, she kept feeling his bulging penis, with her toes. Sometimes she would just wiggle her toes, feeling the penis growing under his pants. She was getting hungry for the young cock that was now at her disposal. Young juicy meat, ready for her, and such humiliation, she was getting wet inside her saari. She again forcefully spitted in his face. He swallowed obediently.

"So, let the show begin," she announced in a dramatic manner.

"So, Amit, we are not forcing you to do anything. You can walk out of the door, if you want to. Otherwise, you have to play by our rules. Understand? First of all, strip. We don't have servants in clothes here. Strip naked, put you clothes in a pile at a corner of the room and come here."

Amit did as instructed. Both Anita and Shilpa Madame lied down in their couch, as if ready for a TV show to begin.

Shilpa Madame, as usual had a cold smile on her lips. And Anita Madame seemed to be in a state of comfortable daze, as she chewed her paan, and assumed a bossy body language. Amit went to the corner and began shedding his clothes. He could not believe he was opening his underwear in front of two middle aged women who were his teachers. He wanted to open the door and get out at that very moment. However, he remembered the fate that was awaiting him at home. He chose to follow their orders. His penis sprang out like a snake, as soon as he slipped off his underwear. This was the first time he was doing it in front of somebody else. His ears were red with humiliation. He started walking towards them slowly. His kept his head down, more from shame, than obedience.

"Good boy," chuckled Shilpa Madame, from her seat.

"Please Madame, I cannot do this. I have never been naked in front of others. Madame, I beg for your mercy Madame. Please, don't do this to me. I will do whatever you tell me to do." Tears were running down his cheeks as he said these words. He could not contain himself anymore. He threw himself at Shilpa Madame's feet.

"Please Madame, have mercy on this little soul. I will be your slave all your life. I will do as you tell me to do. Please do not humiliate me like this. I beg of you."

Shilpa Madame's smile only broadened a little. She threw a sly glance at Anita Madame. They were savoring these little humiliations, this breaking of the boytoy, bit by bit. It was like relishing good dessert, one spoon at a time.

"You have had your choices, Amit. Now it is our turn to make ours. And this is how we like our meat served. Raw, sparkled with a few spoons of shame. Ha ha ha."

"Now, look, you are spoiling my saree, and my sandals. Come up, and present yourself for display. Quick."

Amit knew there was no hope. Shilpa Madame's voice cut through him like steel. It was firm like the law. There was no disobeying. He presented himself before her, with his cock hanging off from his body like an alien instrument. Shilpa Madame now got up a little, balancing herself on her elbow. Her other hands touched his warm shaft. She laughed a cruel laugh.

"Look, what we have here, Anita. Enough for a few weeks worth of juice. Its been years since I have seen young meat. Mmmmm." Her manicured fingers, with expensive diamond rings on them, slowly massaged his cock, as it kept on growing in size, until he felt, it would burst open.

Anita Madame extended her hand to hold his ass cheek. He pressed his ass cheek hard with her hand.

"Juicy ass, too. I am looking forward to shove it up this one."

"Now doggie, wiggle that ass for your Madame. You want those grades, don't you, doggie. Wiggle that ass for us, show us that little dance."

Amit was wiggling his ass for the entertainment of their mistresses, while Shilpa Madame was still fondling with that cock.

"Okay, Class teacher goes first. Ah! fresh meat." Anita Madame was slapping on his ass cheek.

"Here, wear this blindfold. I don't want you to see our intimate parts."

Amit obediently wore the blindfold. Immediately, the world became dark around him. He could not see anything. Suddenly, he felt two painful whiplashes at his back that seared through his body, like an electric shock. He cried out loud.

"Okay, doggie, now get that tongue to work. Start from my feet, beneath my soles, where you deserve to be. And my hands will guide you up or down, as it suits my whim. I want you put the fullest effort with your tongue. I will ensure that with this whip in my hand."

Anita Madame gave a ceremonial whiplash, just to indicate the beginning of her pleasure. Then she guided his head to her feet. Amit was nervous, and writhing with pain. He started licking her sole furiously.

"Good slave, I like that. Maybe, you will get an E grade. Lets see," Anita Madame said, contented with pleasure, and whipping the boy, just so that he did his best. She could feel his face trembling at her feet. Ah! The rush of power she got.

Slowly, she brought him up her legs. First he did the toes, licking in between each toenail, until she was satisfied. Then, she guided his face near her crotch. This was the moment she was waiting for. This was the moment she has been waiting for, all her life. A boytoy with his tongue licking her pussy! She could not believe she had him there. She was immensely excited. Her whiplashes increased in frequency. She was now furiously lashing his back. His cries were suppressed between her legs. She had tightened the grip on Amit, and it was becoming difficult to breathe in between her thighs. Amit kept up the show, increasing his efforts, with every whiplash, hoping and praying for the ordeal to end.

"Lick, bastard, lick faster. Lick with all your strength." She had nearly begun to fuck his mouth.

Finally she climaxed. Her wet juices filled his mouth. She then laid back in the couch, exhausted with the ordeal. However, there was no letting go of the servant. Another whiplash followed, after a brief interval.

"Lick it all up, doggie, from my pussy."

Obedient Amit did as instructed, licking up each drop of her cum, from her pussy. He would swallow strands of her pubic hair along with it. The pain and the humiliation almost brought tears to his eyes, but the smell of Madame's pussy was intoxicating, there was no denying that. Anita Madame was tired, and enjoying the post-orgasm licking without any movements on her part.

Suddenly, there was a tug on his hair. Shilpa Madame asked him to come to her couch. She was sitting up, and started fondling his enlarged penis.

"Now, I want a good fuck, baby," she said in a playfully naughty voice.

"But First I want this thing big. Use your hands, and get that teeny weeny big for your mistress, little one."

Amit began to stroke his cock. His ears were again burning with the new humiliation, having to do the most intimate action in front of his teacher's wicked gaze. Shilpa Madame was, of course, enjoying the complete activity. The fear, the humiliation, which could be clearly seen in the boy, it was all getting her excited. And above all, the naked young cock, ready to go.

She reached out with her hands, pulled Amit with the cock, towards her face. She flicked out her tongue, and started tasting the head of the cock. The pre-cum building up on the head of the cock, it sent shivers down her spine. Slowly, her lips opened, and started engulfing his cock. The hands were no longer required, she motioned. She started going up and down on the cock, and began leaving traces of her expensive lipstick on it, in the process. She was swallowing the whole thing, rolling her tongue round it, and enjoying it like a dinner sausage.

"Now, don't cum. Don't, don't cum. If you do, the consequences will not be very good," she suddenly said in a very threatening tone.

"I want you to keep this thing nice and hard for me and Anita Madame, as long as we want it."

Amit was on the verge of cumming. Shilpa Madame's soft lips were driving him to madness. His body was rebelling against his mind. But his fear for Shilpa Madame won over his bodily urges. He remembered the lashes that she used to give in classes. She was particularly known for her merciless beatings in the school. He only imagined what treatment he would suffer for disobedience in this private room.

"Now, baby, lie down on the ground." Shilpa Madame guided the boy to a lying down position on the floor. Suddenly, Amit could feel her weight over him, her soft breasts touching his chest, and her smell engulfing his senses. "Its been years, since I have had a nice and big cock, at my command," she said, and kissed Amit's trembling lips. Suddenly, Amit felt like heaven. Shilpa Madame's soft pussy was engulfing his penis.

"This is how I like it, and this is how I have been doing it to my husband for years. I get to control the pace, I get to control the timing, everything. And you, my boytoy, will writhe with pleasure, yes, writhe with pleasure, as I am not allowing you to cum."

Slowly she was increasing the pace. At each thrust, Amit was feeling the softness of her breasts touching his ribcage. This was heaven. But this was also hell. His penis was aching. He wanted to shoot the load on Madame's beautiful pussy, but he could not. He was too afraid to do so. Suddenly, her body was shaking with pleasure. She was cumming. She was fucking him with more vigor, as she came nearer to cumming.

"Ahhhhhh!" She threw her exhausted body on Amit's form.

"After a long time, a satisfying sex," she muttered as she started sucking on Amit's broad shoulders and licking them.

Finally, Shilpa Madame got up, after a couple of minutes as she recovered from the heady excitement of a stunning fuck. She caressed Amit's cheek with her pedicured feet "Boy, you are a gem. You will be with us for a long, long time now. I will make sure you spend you life satisfying our whims. What say Anita?"

Anita Madame had a cruel smile on her face.

trampling in college......part 2

the remaining part of the college trampling story is below.....enjoy......Ashley took her foot off my face just as Julie put her sneaker on my chest and pushed down. I was too scared to move. Julie just smiled as she told me to watch Ashley put on her sneakers next. I watched as Ashley flexed her foot and made her calf muscle jump out. “Remember, we’re cheerleaders and have very strong legs.” Ashley explained as she laced up her shoes. “I am very good at jumping and am looking forward to jumping up and down on you.” Just as she said that she jumped high in the air and came down right on my stomach with both her feet. I gasped for air as Julie stomped on my chest again to force me back down. As Ashley stood on me she began to grind her shoes into my stomach as if she were putting out a cigarette. The pain was unbearable. I couldn’t breathe. Ashley then began jumping up and down on my stomach repeatedly and without mercy. I began to cry out in pain. When I opened my mouth Julie pushed one of her sneaker toes down my throat so that I couldn’t make a sound. Ashley finally stopped and got off of my stomach. She pulled off my shirt and said, “No tread marks yet.” And stomped hard onto my stomach with one of her muscular legs. Julie climbed up on my chest with each of her feet right on my nipples. I cried out for mercy. “How do you think that spider would feel?” Yelled Julie. With that, she jumped up and landed hard on my chest. Ashley was stepping harder and harder on my stomach at the same time and then she stood on my stomach again with both feet. Julie turned around on my chest so that she was facing Ashley. They grasped each other’s hands and then began jumping up and down at the same time. I couldn’t breathe or move. I was completely helpless beneath these beautiful women as they jumped up and down on me relentlessly with their sneakers.

As Ashley and Julie finally stopped I felt myself passing out. I hadn’t been able to take a breath fro several minutes and I could no longer stay conscious. When I woke up I found myself naked and tied spread eagle on the floor. My hands were tied to the desk with a pair of pantyhose and my feet to the bed. Julie and Ashley were nowhere in site. I struggled against my pantyhose restraints but was unable to get free. I dared not yell for help because I was afraid the girls may be hiding and waiting for the chance to strike again. That thought consumed me, as I lay motionless on the floor. The door opened and I tensed up thinking I was going to be jumped on. Ashley appeared. “We have a little surprise for you.” I couldn’t imagine what I was in for. I want to introduce you to Kim and Deborah. They are cheerleaders too and they think you need to be taught a lesson as well. Kim was wearing a plaid “school girl” mini skirt with a brown blouse. She was wearing black knee socks and brown loafers. Deborah was a taller girl. I’d say she was about 5’7” or 8”. She probably weighed about 135-140lbs. She had large breasts and was very muscular. She was wearing a short skirt, blouse, and skin colored pantyhose and very high-heeled pumps.

“We all think that you deserve to be crushed like a spider for what you did.” Ashley said. Deborah and Kim giggled. “I didn’t do anything! Why are you doing this?” I pleaded. “Shut up!” Deborah yelled at me. “You’ll only speak when we let you!” I mistakenly replied with “OK.” Deborah jumped up and landed right on my chest. I felt the air going out of my collapsing lungs. Just then Kim jumped up and landed on my stomach. Ashley put her sneaker on my face and pressed my head to the floor and Julie stood on me right next to Kim. I had three girls with shoes on standing on me with a fourth pressing on my face. Ashley could tell I was in a great deal of pain and taunted me. “Does it hurt? Do you have any tread marks on you yet?” She laughed at my predicament. The girls all finally got off of me and I was able to breathe again. Julie noticed my hard-on and pressed her foot onto my cock. “You shouldn’t be enjoying this. It’s supposed to hurt. We want to teach you a lesson!” With that she stomped hard on my exposed dick. I cried out in anguish as all the girls laughed. Julie did it again and again. I couldn’t bear the pain. I fought as hard as I could against my restraints but they held tight. When the girls realized I was trying to get free they quickly pounced on me. Deborah stood on my chest, Kim Just below my rib cage, Ashley on my stomach, and Julie stood right on my dick with her sneakers. I learned very fast not to move anymore. The girls then all started to bounce up and down on me. I felt like I was going to die. I was regretting ever having met Ashley and Julie.

The girls all climbed off and then took turns jumping on my stomach one by one. This went on for what felt like hours. I never caught my breath. Suddenly Ashley recommended that they all take off their shoes so that they could prolong my torture. The idea was that without their shoes on it wouldn’t hurt so much I guess. As the girls took off their shoes they made me kiss there feet one by one. Julie was the last. After I kissed her soft sock covered feet she stood up right on my face. I felt like my nose would surely break at any second. As she stood there she told the other girls to climb up on me and start jumping up and down. Ashley was on my chest, Kim on my stomach, and Deborah was on my balls. I was completely helpless with Julie standing right on my face. I couldn’t move. When the girls stopped jumping Ashley and Julie switched places. Then Julie started jumping on my chest as the others watched and laughed. Now it was Kim’s turn to stand on my face while Ashley jumped on my chest. Then it was Deborah’s turn to stand on my face while Kim jumped up and down on me.

After all of this the girls still wanted more. I just wanted to die and get it over with. Kim climbed up on the couch where my feet were tied and jumped off right onto my stomach. The other girls thought this was great and immediately did the same. Julie had the idea next to try jumping on me two at a time. Julie and Ashley climbed up on the couch, held hands and jumped. I was crushed under their combined weight. I thought I would puke for sure. I could feel my insides being mashed like a banana. Kim and Deborah took their turn and this ritual was repeated many times. I started to plead with them forgetting that I wasn’t to speak. Deborah took her soft nylon covered foot and shoved all five toes into my mouth at once. Then, she stood up on only that one foot like a ballerina. I felt her foot slide into my mouth and her toes actually touched the back of my throat. She took her other foot and smashed my nose with her soft warm toes to make sure that I couldn’t breathe at all. Kim then went one step further and put her small sexy foot on my throat and then stood on it. I knew I was dead. I couldn’t see any way out of this at all. I passed out from lack of air and panic.

When I finally woke up the girls were all standing over me discussing what to do next. Deborah noticed I was awake and she decided to smother me with her pantyhose covered ass. She sat squarely on my face. She only allowed enough air for me not to pass out. As she sat there the other girls took turns stomping, kicking, and trampling me. Kim got off and Deborah took her place. Once again I found my self between the soft ass of a beautiful cheerleader. I felt one of the girls grab me in a scissor hold. I don’t know who it was but when she squeezed I couldn’t breathe. All I felt was a pair of soft legs wrap around me a squeeze what air I had left in me out. As one girl squeezed, another would jump on me and the fourth would stomp my rock hard dick and balls. This went on for quite a while until I couldn’t fight any longer and went completely limp. I was total exhausted. Kim jumped on me and I didn’t move. Ashley stomped my balls and I only winced a little bit. Deborah kicked my ribs and I lay motionless. Julie then jumped on my stomach and it had no effect. I couldn’t move. I was spent. It didn’t matter what the girls tried they couldn’t get a reaction out of me.

The girls stood around discussing things and trying to decide if they should let me go or not. I was obviously hurt and unable to fight any more. Ashley said she wanted to fuck me before they let me go and the other girls though that was a pretty good idea. Each one stripped naked and stood over me. Ashley noticed that my erection had gone away so she proceeded to gentle caress my dick with her soft little foot to make it hard. As she stroked, Julie rubbed her foot on my chest to try to massage some life back into me. Kim and Deborah took turns rubbing their feet on my face. I began to enjoy this and did everything I could to keep my dick from getting hard. Ashley stopped rubbing my dick with her toes and started to suck on it with her soft wet mouth. I felt Kim slide her tongue deep into my mouth. That’s all it took. My dick flew into action again.

Ashley slowly lowered herself onto me. Her pussy was very wet and hot. It was a wonderful feeling. Kim decided to add to the pleasure by rubbing her sweet pussy on my face. It tasted great. Ashley was bouncing harder and harder. She had an orgasm and Kim quickly took her spot on my cock. Deborah took Kim’s spot on my face. I had an orgasm myself while Kim was thrusting herself on my cock. When she came, Deborah slid onto my dick and Julie sat on my face. Then it was Julie on my face and Ashley on my face. When all the girls were satisfied sexually, they decided that I could leave. I dragged myself to my room and did everything I could to keep from ever seeing those girls again.

trampling in college......part 1

this is real story posted by one of my stupid slave......read and enjoy......
It was my freshman year at the university. I thought I was in heaven. I had a full ride to run track, and everyone knows jocks get the girls, plus, I was going to get an education at the same time. What could be better for a cocky 18 year old? I had a lot to learn…

My first few months at school were about what I expected. I took an average class load and did pretty well with my grades. I was running on the track team and doing very well at that and I made some pretty good friends. I went to a few parties but I always volunteered to be the designated driver since I was an athlete and didn’t drink much. During one party I went to I had a chance to take a very attractive girl and her equally pretty roommate home. They were pretty drunk so there wasn’t much to say on the drive back to the school. I did find out that they were seniors and both were on the cheerleading squad but that was about it. I escorted the girls to there room and left it at that. I didn’t really want to try anything since they were pretty drunk.

I went to a basketball game a couple of weeks later to see if I could recognize the girls I had taken home. Sure enough, there they were in all their glory. One was a blonde the other a redhead. It was hard to tell from my spot in the bleachers how tall they were or anything else. It was easy to see that they were built very well and were obviously in very good shape. After the game I went down to say hello. As I approached the girls one recognized me right away and said hi.

“My name’s Julie” she said. “This is my roommate Ashley”. I said hi and asked how they were doing since the party.
“Were we pretty wasted?” asked Ashley. I replied, “Uh, yeah, there’s no doubt you were drunk.”
Julie thanked me again for getting them home safely and apologized for making me take them home.
“No problem.” I said. “I don’t mind a bit. It gives me an excuse to go to a party and not drink without looking like a geek or something.” Both girls giggled and said that I didn’t look like a geek anyway. I could feel myself turning red.
“Look, we embarrassed him!” piped up Julie. I just kept on grinning like an idiot.
“Listen, we are going to go change and go to the library for a while to study. Wanna’ come?” Asked Ashley.
I blurted out “Yes!”

We walked toward their dorm together and I started to get really excited as I thought of the possibilities. As we walked I started to get a good look at my new companions. Ashley, the blonde, was about 5’4”; she had pretty hazel colored eyes, a little nose, high cheekbones, and a little mouth. She looked to weigh about 110-115 pounds but I couldn’t say for sure. Julie, the redhead, had the same facial features. She had green eyes and was only a little taller than Ashley.

When we got to their dorm I said that I would wait outside for them to return. They asked if I’d like to come up but I said no. Julie said that they were going to shower and change and it may take awhile. I told them I’d wait in the lounge and watch some TV and that they should take their time. It was about 8pm and the library wouldn’t close until midnight so there was no hurry. I sat in the lounge and waited. After about an hour I began to wonder if they were going to come back. Just then, they appeared from around the corner. Both were stunning. Julie was wearing black shorts and a white T-shirt that barely hid her tits. She was wearing white ankle socks with that little pom-pom thing on the back and a pair of new Nikes. Ashley was wearing a cream-colored khaki shorts and green blouse. She was also wearing the same style socks and sneakers. I must have been smiling when I saw them because Julie said “You like what you see?”

When we got to the library it was empty. “Everyone must be celebrating our win tonight.” Julie said. Ashley replied, “That’s good. Now we can study without being bothered.” She winked at me as she said it. I wasn’t sure what the wink was for but I liked it and blurted out “Yeah!” We sat at a table in the back corner. The girls started to read their books while I got a car magazine off the shelf. I didn’t have any textbooks and didn’t realize how silly I must have looked just hanging around the library with these two cheerleaders. Luckily, there was no one else around. I sat down and began to read my magazine. After a bit of time I began to get a little sleepy. I folded my arms on the table and rested my head on them. I don’t know how long I was asleep. I felt Ashley moving around next to me and picked up my head to see what was up. As I turned my head I saw Ashley’s feet right next to my face. I jumped as it startled me.

“What’s wrong?” Ashley asked. “Do my feet smell bad?”
“Oh no. I just wasn’t expecting to see your lovely feet in my face when I woke up. I wouldn’t mind waking up like that all the time though.” I couldn’t believe I just said that. I didn’t know how she would react. She just smiled and said, “That’s sweet.”

I put my head back down and was awakened this time by the feeling of Ashley rubbing her toe on my ear. I was awake but I lay perfectly still. I wanted to enjoy this as long as I could. Ashley continued and started rubbing a little more vigorously. I decided not to push my luck and pretended to wake up. “Let’s go back to the dorm.” Ashley said. “Yeah.” Julie replied. “These seats are really hard.” As we walked back toward the dorm Ashley asked if I liked being awakened by her soft toes. I instantly blurted out yes and she giggled a bit. I must have been looking at their legs on the way back because Ashley asked if I liked what I saw. I just blushed and didn’t say a word. When we got to the steps of the dorm I started to say goodbye but Julie stopped me. “Don’t you want to come up and help us study?” I said that I was tired and should really be going to my own dorm. “Please.” They both pleaded together. How could I refuse?

We got up to their room and they offered for me to sit on the couch while they sat at the desks. I sat down and Julie stood at the edge of the desk and casually kicked off her sneakers. I was hypnotized. All I could do was sit and stare. Julie pointed her toes and wiggled them as she said, “That feels better.” She had the most beautiful feet, small with a very high arch and little toes. Just the way I like it. Ashley then did the exact same thing. Then they both looked at me and smiled. All I could do was smile right back. They sat down to study, as I got comfy on the couch. “Got anything to read?” I asked. Ashley hopped up and danced across the room in her sock feet. She reached up on the shelf and had to stand on her tiptoes. I watched as her well-developed calf muscles flexed and her feet arched to reach the shelf; She tossed a magazine at me. It was something about decorating or some bull crap like that but I thanked her anyway. She pranced back to her seat and began to study again. I started to read but then nodded off again.

I woke up this time to find Ashley and Julie giggling at each other as they were playing footsie underneath the desk. I pretended to be asleep as I watched through my squinted eyes. I was having a ball! Both girls got up and went into the bathroom at the same time. I looked around and saw their shoes were lying on the floor near me. I reached down and picked up on of Julie’s sneakers to admire it just as she walked out of the bathroom. I was caught. “ I thought I saw a spider and I was going to kill it.” I stammered. “You asshole! You were going to kill a spider with my shoe?” Julie yelled. “Sorry.” I said, “It’s all I had at the time.” “I’ll make you sorry you little shit.” Julie exclaimed. She ran towards me and jumped into the air. Before I could react, she kicked me right on the side of my face. I rolled to the floor in pain. I jumped up just in time to see Ashley coming from the bathroom. “What’s going on here?” She asked. “This dumb ass was going to use my shoe to squish a spider.” Julie said to her. “Well then,” Ashley said, “there’s only one thing for us to do. Let’s use our shoes to squish him!” I was in panic mode. I made a dash for the door only to be tripped by Julie. I hit the floor and rolled over just in time to see Ashley’s beautiful foot come down right on my stomach. She stomped hard. As I gasped for air I could see Julie slipping on her sneakers. I tried to get up but was pushed back down to the floor by Ashley’s sexy foot. As I hit the floor for the for the 3rd time, Ashley put her foot on my face and said, “If you move I’ll break your nose.” With that she pushed a little harder to show me she was serious. As she pushed on my face my eyes started to water from the pressure on my nose. “Are you gonna’ cry little baby?” Julie asked as she walked toward me. “No” I said. “I didn’t mean to make you mad! Please let me go!” “Like hell.” Julie laughed, “I think you need to learn what it’s like to be crushed like a bug.” They both laughed at the terrified look on my face.