The Laughing Professor - Part 3
Margaret wracked her brain in an effort to fight off the embarrassment
and humiliation she was feeling. It was bad enough that the Dean of Women
usurped her authority by ordering her to fail her two students. But now
there was no way she could do that without exposing herself to shame and
ridicule to the entire campus should those pictures become public.
Thoroughly dejected and unable to deal with her despondent thoughts, she
decided on a course of action that was totally out of character for the staid
brunette.
Margaret walked woodenly across the campus as the last light of day
stole from the skies. Her long full hair blew about her face in the wind,
not having been rearranged into its customary bun following her disastrous
counseling session.
Without her glasses her myopic eyes saw even less of her surroundings as
she made her way to the only refuge her confused mind could think of.
Perhaps some time with her sisters at the Lambda house would clear her
thoughts.
She paid little attention to the busy preparations going on about her as
she entered the house. The sorority was putting the final touches on the
decorations for their biggest party of the year; The Grudge Party.
The rivalry between Lambda house and Theta house had not cooled in the
years since Margaret first attended State. Rather, the rivalry had changed
from one of destructive animosity to a thinly veiled if somewhat more
friendly competition. Each year the two houses held The Grudge Party; a
competition that decided who would possess the party cabin for the ensuing
year. The house that had lost the previous year had the honor of choosing
the forum under which the competition would take place.
Lambda house had the embarrassment of losing to the bimbos of Theta the
previous year; especially as the forum had been a round-robin elimination of
Trivial Pursuit. In choosing this year's forum, Lambda decided to avoid the
intellectual angle and go for the physical; a best of five falls wrestling
competition.
In her depressed state, Margaret took little notice of the wrestling
ring that had been constructed in the middle of the main room of the house.
Rather, she sidestepped the monstrous affair and moved to the table where
snacks and drinks had been set up in preparation for the evening's
festivities.
"Perhaps," she thought to herself, "some punch would improve my mood".
Suiting actions to thoughts, Maggie poured herself a healthy cup of the
fruity beverage and drank it down eagerly.
The punch had a nice warming effect on her that radiated pleasantly from
her empty stomach. She didn't feel all that hungry at the moment even though
she'd missed dinner. Instead she decided on more of the delicious punch, and
refilled her glass before choosing a comfortable spot on the sofa.
No one had thought to tell Ms. Standley that the punch had been subtly
fortified for this evening - with 180 proof grain alcohol. By the time the
competition began, and after many trips to the punch bowl, Margaret was
roaring drunk; slurring her words and giggling at the slightest provocation.
The matches got underway in a very convivial atmosphere; helped no doubt
by the punch. Lambda's first wrestler dispatched her opponent quickly,
pinning her to the mat in less than three minutes.
Margaret joined the Lambda's in loudly cheering their first victory and
sloppily downed another cup of punch. Not having much tolerance for alcohol
to begin with, the last of her inhibitions slipped away in a drunken haze.
"WE CAN BEAT ANY THETA - NO MATTER WASSHH GAME YA WANNA PLAY" Maggie
yelled drunkely. "BUNCHA DAMN BIMBOSHH ANYWAY!"
Maggie's drunken taunts brought titters of laughter from her sisters and
stares of burning hatred from the girls of Theta house. Particularly from
Lois Lee.
Lois was the head of the university's Physical Education department and
doubled as an aerobics instructor in her off time. The stunning redhead
stood an even six foot and was built like an amazon. Her piercing green eyes
were fixed malevolently on the drunken English Comp professor. Initiated as
a Theta when she first attended State, she took a fierce pride in her house
and regularly attended their scheduled functions.
Disgusted with the drunken display of her contemporary, she was also
angered at the shouts of BIMBO ! that peppered Maggie's taunts.
"If she doesn't shut her mouth" thought Lois angrily, "I'll shut it for
her !"
Alicia and Bernadette laughed uproariously at the drunken professor;
well understanding why she might choose to get drunk this evening. Theta's
themselves, it made it that much sweeter to be able to dominate a snooty
Lambda as they had.
Lambda didn't fair too well during the next two bouts; losing both of
them after arduous battles. The fourth match went to Lambda but not after
some heated complaints from the Theta crowd.
"SHE CHEATED ! THAT WASN'T A THREE SECOND PIN !" screamed one of the
Theta's.
"DID NOT !" came the reply from the Lambda's.
The competition did not have a referee as the rules were fairly simple -
there were none. An opponent merely had to hold the other's shoulders to the
mat for 3 seconds to win the bout. Any hold was legal, there was no time
limit, and no interference was allowed from the crowd.
Maggie reeled drunkenly towards the ring, sloshing punch this way and
that as she proceeded.
"AHHHH YA SHTUPID BIMBOSHH !! WHASSHA MATTER ? CAN'T SHTAND TO BE BEAT
???" she screamed. "EVEN I COULDA BEAT THAT BIMBO WITH ONE ARM TIED BEHIND
MY BACK !! I COULD BEAT ANY O' YOU SHLUTS !" she spat.
Lois had had enough. As the jeering subsided, the redhead walked
regally over to the brunette and stood towering above her.
"And do you think you could beat me, you drunken bitch?" Lois asked with
thinly veiled malice.
A hush fell over both sides as Margaret looked blearily up at the much
stronger woman in defiance.
"LET THEIR'S BE THE DECIDING MATCH !" Alicia yelled into the silence.
"What are you doing ??!!" Bernadette hissed into her ear.
"Sssshhhh !!" Alicia shusshed her.
"'A COURSH I COULD BEAT YA - YA SHTUPID THETA BIMBO" Margaret slurred,
accepting the challenge.
The Lambda's began to protest, knowing that Margaret didn't stand a
chance against the redhead sober, much less drunk. Jibes of "CHICKEN !" and
"COWARDS !!!" came from the Theta's.
"EITHER THEIR'S IS THE FINAL MATCH OR YOU LOSE BY FORFEIT !" Alicia
interjected, and the Theta's cheered their agreement.
Forced with losing in either event, and anticipating a very comic match
at the staid proffessor's expense, the Lambda's relented and moved to help
the very drunk professor up into the ring.
Lois took her place in the Theta corner, flexing her muscles which
showed clearly from her tank top and gym shorts. A hushed "Pssssst" from
Alicia bade Lois to bend down so the blonde could whisper in her ear.
As Alicia whispered to her, an evil grin pulled back the corners of the
redhead's mouth, exposing a set of perfect white teeth. A simple nod
followed and she raised back up to face her opponent.
Margaret was shuffling her feet and doing a stumblingly hilarious shadow
boxing routine that brought laughter from both sides of the house. It was
patently obvious to both sides that the brunette would probably pass out
before the match was over much less triumph over the Phys Ed professor.
The bell sounded and both combatants moved towards the center of the
ring.
Maggie swung at the redhead in an attempt to knock her to the mat but
Lois easily sidestepped the maneuver and watched with a smile as the brunette
windmilled towards the ropes, bounced off, and stumbled back to the center of
the ring.
Unexpectedly, Lois lunged and tackled the smaller woman, sending her
sprawling face down on the mat where she fell on top of her. Her stronger,
lithe body effectively pinned her, but without Maggie's shoulders touching
the mat, it wasn't a pin.
Recovering her breath, Margaret tried unsuccessfully to squirm out from
beneath the redhead; kicking and flailing her legs ineffectively.
As if she was playing with a rag doll, Lois pulled Margaret's arms above
her head and pinned her wrists to the mat with one hand. With an evil grin
sent in Alicia's direction, she snaked her other hand down by the brunette's
unprotected side.
At Alicia's nod, Lois started tickling Maggie's ribs with her long
fingernails.
Peals of giggling laughter escaped Margaret's lips as she laughed and
wiggled like a little girl.
"HEHEHEHEHEEEEEEEE !!!! NO DON'T PLEEEEHEHEHEHEE !!!!" she squealed in
helpless abandonment as she thrashed and wriggled on the mat.
The girls from both houses laughed uproariously at the professor's
discomfiture and raucously cheered for the redhead to keep tickling the
giggling brunette. Some of the observers darted their tongues to their lips
as they felt their own sexual response to the woman's domination and vied for
position to be able to witness every delicious moment.
Lois tickled Margaret into a state of weakened giggling before she
started hiking up the brunette's cotton blouse. When the redhead had the
white blouse bunched up under Maggie's armpits, she renewed her ticklish
attack on the helpless woman's exposed bare skin.
Lois could see the lustful stares the cheering girls had locked on the
spectacle and heard shouts of "TAKE HER BLOUSE OFF !!" and "TOSS IT OUT HERE
!!!" come from both sides of the room.
Instead, the larger woman dragged the giggling brunette like a sack of
potatoes over to the ropes. By pulling up on the lowest rope and stepping
down on the middle one, Lois opened the jaws of an elastic trap which she
dropped the limp body of the English Comp professor into. Letting go, the
trap closed on the very drunk brunette and held her firmly in its grasp; her
arms dangling uselessly outside the ring.
With both hands now free, and the crowd of girls enthusiastically
cheering her on, Lois straddled the trapped brunette and wickedly attacked
her sides; viciously tickling the squealing woman's ribs, underarms and tummy
!
Margaret's eyes were squeezed tightly shut and an idiot's smile split
her face as loud bursts of uncontrollable laughter were forced out of her
throat. Her weakened arms flailed uselessly above the heads of the girls
that pressed towards the ring; eyes glassy as they watched this perversely
exciting wrestling match.
Some of the girls were not content with being idle observers and snared
the cuffs of Maragaret's white cotton blouse. Some ripping and tearing was
heard above Maggie's tortured laughter as they tugged and pulled, soon
stripping the blouse from the brunette's body. The black lacy bra that
barely contained those full, melon sized breasts added to the sensuous
performance before them. Some stared in undisguised lust as they watched the
milky white cleavage jiggle and shake in time with Maggie's squeals of
delight.
Lois too felt the rising heat of the moment. She felt joyous that she
was teaching this smart-ass a good lesson, powerful that she could so easily
dominate the brunette, and excited by the sexual overtones of tickling
another woman into helpless submission.
Maraget's screams of laughter had subsided into soundless sobs of
hilarity when Lois stopped the tortuous rib-tickling. A groan of complaint
came from the crowd of excited girls when they thought the redhead was
finished. This was soon followed, however, by a cheer of anticipation as Lois
bent Margaret's legs up against her own ample bosom, crossed her ankles, and
clamped them in that position with her very strong left arm.
Deftly, the redhead plucked the right shoe off Maggie's foot, tossed it
out into the crowd, and repeated the procedure with her left, leaving two
feebly wriggling bare feet before her. She wiggled her fingers preparatively
above the woman's upturned soles and the crowd of girls immediately
responded.
"TICKLE HER FEET ! TICKLE HER FEET ! TICKLE HER FEET !" they chanted in
unison.
Breathing a bit huskily, Lois was only too happy to oblige. Swiftly,
she danced her nails across Margaret's heels, wriggling toes, and soft pale
arches with feather light strokes just hard enough to thoroughly tickle her
tender bare feet.
Hoarse squeals erupted from Margaret's raw throat as she felt the
irresistible tingling shoot from her awfully ticklish feet and settle in her
vibrating tummy; forcing gale after gale of helpless laughter from her
throat.
Lois had never imagined how sexually exciting it could be to tickle
another woman into submission. But as she thoroughly worked over Margaret's
ticklish feet and watched the helpless woman thrash and wriggle at her
bidding she became totally caught up in the sensuous episode. Gone were the
cruder thoughts of revenge, replaced by the exhilarating thoughts that she
was going to be able to tickle every part of this woman's body, strip every
piece of clothing from her, and have the entire complement of both sorority
houses cheering her on in the process.
Acting on that thought, Lois let the brunette's leaden legs slap weakly
back to the mat as the woman tried desperately to draw much needed oxygen
into her lungs. Snaking her nimble fingers around by Margaret's now exposed
navel, Lois deftly plucked at the belt buckle, popped loose the snap, and
unzipped the brunette's silky black slacks.
Loud cheers went up from the assembled girls as they realized Lois was
depantsing the snooty, high-minded English professor. A few brief tugs
exposed the brunette's lacy black panties that did their best to contain her
full jiggling buns. Two more tugs at the cuffs slid the light garment from a
pair of very shapely bare legs and Lois sailed the purloined pants out into
the crowd.
Margaret had been beyond conscious thought since the redhead first
slammed her to the mat and started tickling her into submission. Had she
been able, she would have been horrifically embarrassed to realize she was
being tickled senseless and stripped naked for the second time in the same
day. Further, she would have realized the eventual outcome; her own body's
perverse reaction to severe, dominant, tickle-torture !
However, weak, feeble giggling was all that Margaret was able to produce
as Lois worked her over but good ! Starting at the brunette's armpits, the
redhead used her long nails to tease and titillate every exposed inch of skin
the woman possessed. As she worked over her back, she unsnapped the clasp
that strained to hold the woman's large breasts within the lacy black bra,
leaving it to hang limply from the shoulder straps while her bare breasts
jiggled invitingly in front of the spectator's rapt faces. Soon questing
hands tugged at the flimsy garment and it was pulled from the brunette's arms
and claimed as a prize by the crowd. The matching black panties soon joined
it as Lois peeled them down, exposing soft white buns that jiggled and
bounced; begging to be tickled by her.
The crowd of girls began to exhibit a mob mentality as they lustfully
watched the now totally nude brunette receive even more fiendish tickle
torture.
Lois released the almost unconscious woman from the rope trap and laid
her out upon the mat; her bare feet dangling out only inches from the crowd
of very excited girls. As if she was playing a piano, the redhead danced her
fingernails up and down the helpless woman's body; teasing an engorged nipple
here, tickling a belly button there, and diddling with remarkable effect in a
soft mound of curly brown hairs.
Mewling and giggling weakly, Margaret tried to defend herself from the
tickling attack but was too slow to do more than bat feebly at Lois's dancing
fingers. Also, her own repressed libido was turning on her as warm splashes
of sensual delight began to flood her from head to toe; her body taking great
delight in being tickled and teased to explosive sexual intensity.
Lois moved Margaret's unresisting arms up above her head, where they
remained while the redhead deftly tweaked, stroked, tickled and teased her.
Giggling and moaning it guttural gasps, the brunette's body wriggled in
delighted sexual bliss, rocking slowly from side to side.
The pitch and frequency of her laughter followed the increased writhing
and wriggling of her nude body as the girls immediately outside the ring
decided to join in. As one would pet and caress a fuzzy animal, the girls
had captured the brunette's wriggling bare feet and were subjecting them to
devilish tickles and licks. Delightedly, they used their fingers to tickle
the wrinkling soles and their tongues to tease the tender flesh between her
flexing toes.
In short order, Margaret was writhing in complete sexual abandon upon
the wrestling mat; stretching her arms high above her head to expose every
inch of her nude body to the teasing fingers and tongues that propelled her
into unbelievable ecstasy.
Lois rocketed the helpless brunette towards orgasmic surrender by
vibrating her nimble fingertips throughout Maggie's curly brown forest and
suckling an achingly engorged nipple with her full red lips. Unabashed
groans mingled with deep throaty barks of laughter as an intense shuddering
possessed the woman's body. Very noticeable jerks and twitches highlighted
each wave that shook her frame as she experienced one orgasmic contraction
after another.
Long after she had slid into blissful unconsciousness, her body
continued to twitch and wriggle from the unbelievable sensations that still
possessed it.
The girls of Lambda house for once did not object to having lost the
competition, nor did Theta house think they would ever attend a Grudge Party
like this one. Together, they surreptitiously returned the brunette to her
house and put her to bed to sleep off her drunken stupor.
As they had so accurately guessed, Margaret awoke the next morning
having remembered nothing of the night before.
Margaret wracked her brain in an effort to fight off the embarrassment
and humiliation she was feeling. It was bad enough that the Dean of Women
usurped her authority by ordering her to fail her two students. But now
there was no way she could do that without exposing herself to shame and
ridicule to the entire campus should those pictures become public.
Thoroughly dejected and unable to deal with her despondent thoughts, she
decided on a course of action that was totally out of character for the staid
brunette.
Margaret walked woodenly across the campus as the last light of day
stole from the skies. Her long full hair blew about her face in the wind,
not having been rearranged into its customary bun following her disastrous
counseling session.
Without her glasses her myopic eyes saw even less of her surroundings as
she made her way to the only refuge her confused mind could think of.
Perhaps some time with her sisters at the Lambda house would clear her
thoughts.
She paid little attention to the busy preparations going on about her as
she entered the house. The sorority was putting the final touches on the
decorations for their biggest party of the year; The Grudge Party.
The rivalry between Lambda house and Theta house had not cooled in the
years since Margaret first attended State. Rather, the rivalry had changed
from one of destructive animosity to a thinly veiled if somewhat more
friendly competition. Each year the two houses held The Grudge Party; a
competition that decided who would possess the party cabin for the ensuing
year. The house that had lost the previous year had the honor of choosing
the forum under which the competition would take place.
Lambda house had the embarrassment of losing to the bimbos of Theta the
previous year; especially as the forum had been a round-robin elimination of
Trivial Pursuit. In choosing this year's forum, Lambda decided to avoid the
intellectual angle and go for the physical; a best of five falls wrestling
competition.
In her depressed state, Margaret took little notice of the wrestling
ring that had been constructed in the middle of the main room of the house.
Rather, she sidestepped the monstrous affair and moved to the table where
snacks and drinks had been set up in preparation for the evening's
festivities.
"Perhaps," she thought to herself, "some punch would improve my mood".
Suiting actions to thoughts, Maggie poured herself a healthy cup of the
fruity beverage and drank it down eagerly.
The punch had a nice warming effect on her that radiated pleasantly from
her empty stomach. She didn't feel all that hungry at the moment even though
she'd missed dinner. Instead she decided on more of the delicious punch, and
refilled her glass before choosing a comfortable spot on the sofa.
No one had thought to tell Ms. Standley that the punch had been subtly
fortified for this evening - with 180 proof grain alcohol. By the time the
competition began, and after many trips to the punch bowl, Margaret was
roaring drunk; slurring her words and giggling at the slightest provocation.
The matches got underway in a very convivial atmosphere; helped no doubt
by the punch. Lambda's first wrestler dispatched her opponent quickly,
pinning her to the mat in less than three minutes.
Margaret joined the Lambda's in loudly cheering their first victory and
sloppily downed another cup of punch. Not having much tolerance for alcohol
to begin with, the last of her inhibitions slipped away in a drunken haze.
"WE CAN BEAT ANY THETA - NO MATTER WASSHH GAME YA WANNA PLAY" Maggie
yelled drunkely. "BUNCHA DAMN BIMBOSHH ANYWAY!"
Maggie's drunken taunts brought titters of laughter from her sisters and
stares of burning hatred from the girls of Theta house. Particularly from
Lois Lee.
Lois was the head of the university's Physical Education department and
doubled as an aerobics instructor in her off time. The stunning redhead
stood an even six foot and was built like an amazon. Her piercing green eyes
were fixed malevolently on the drunken English Comp professor. Initiated as
a Theta when she first attended State, she took a fierce pride in her house
and regularly attended their scheduled functions.
Disgusted with the drunken display of her contemporary, she was also
angered at the shouts of BIMBO ! that peppered Maggie's taunts.
"If she doesn't shut her mouth" thought Lois angrily, "I'll shut it for
her !"
Alicia and Bernadette laughed uproariously at the drunken professor;
well understanding why she might choose to get drunk this evening. Theta's
themselves, it made it that much sweeter to be able to dominate a snooty
Lambda as they had.
Lambda didn't fair too well during the next two bouts; losing both of
them after arduous battles. The fourth match went to Lambda but not after
some heated complaints from the Theta crowd.
"SHE CHEATED ! THAT WASN'T A THREE SECOND PIN !" screamed one of the
Theta's.
"DID NOT !" came the reply from the Lambda's.
The competition did not have a referee as the rules were fairly simple -
there were none. An opponent merely had to hold the other's shoulders to the
mat for 3 seconds to win the bout. Any hold was legal, there was no time
limit, and no interference was allowed from the crowd.
Maggie reeled drunkenly towards the ring, sloshing punch this way and
that as she proceeded.
"AHHHH YA SHTUPID BIMBOSHH !! WHASSHA MATTER ? CAN'T SHTAND TO BE BEAT
???" she screamed. "EVEN I COULDA BEAT THAT BIMBO WITH ONE ARM TIED BEHIND
MY BACK !! I COULD BEAT ANY O' YOU SHLUTS !" she spat.
Lois had had enough. As the jeering subsided, the redhead walked
regally over to the brunette and stood towering above her.
"And do you think you could beat me, you drunken bitch?" Lois asked with
thinly veiled malice.
A hush fell over both sides as Margaret looked blearily up at the much
stronger woman in defiance.
"LET THEIR'S BE THE DECIDING MATCH !" Alicia yelled into the silence.
"What are you doing ??!!" Bernadette hissed into her ear.
"Sssshhhh !!" Alicia shusshed her.
"'A COURSH I COULD BEAT YA - YA SHTUPID THETA BIMBO" Margaret slurred,
accepting the challenge.
The Lambda's began to protest, knowing that Margaret didn't stand a
chance against the redhead sober, much less drunk. Jibes of "CHICKEN !" and
"COWARDS !!!" came from the Theta's.
"EITHER THEIR'S IS THE FINAL MATCH OR YOU LOSE BY FORFEIT !" Alicia
interjected, and the Theta's cheered their agreement.
Forced with losing in either event, and anticipating a very comic match
at the staid proffessor's expense, the Lambda's relented and moved to help
the very drunk professor up into the ring.
Lois took her place in the Theta corner, flexing her muscles which
showed clearly from her tank top and gym shorts. A hushed "Pssssst" from
Alicia bade Lois to bend down so the blonde could whisper in her ear.
As Alicia whispered to her, an evil grin pulled back the corners of the
redhead's mouth, exposing a set of perfect white teeth. A simple nod
followed and she raised back up to face her opponent.
Margaret was shuffling her feet and doing a stumblingly hilarious shadow
boxing routine that brought laughter from both sides of the house. It was
patently obvious to both sides that the brunette would probably pass out
before the match was over much less triumph over the Phys Ed professor.
The bell sounded and both combatants moved towards the center of the
ring.
Maggie swung at the redhead in an attempt to knock her to the mat but
Lois easily sidestepped the maneuver and watched with a smile as the brunette
windmilled towards the ropes, bounced off, and stumbled back to the center of
the ring.
Unexpectedly, Lois lunged and tackled the smaller woman, sending her
sprawling face down on the mat where she fell on top of her. Her stronger,
lithe body effectively pinned her, but without Maggie's shoulders touching
the mat, it wasn't a pin.
Recovering her breath, Margaret tried unsuccessfully to squirm out from
beneath the redhead; kicking and flailing her legs ineffectively.
As if she was playing with a rag doll, Lois pulled Margaret's arms above
her head and pinned her wrists to the mat with one hand. With an evil grin
sent in Alicia's direction, she snaked her other hand down by the brunette's
unprotected side.
At Alicia's nod, Lois started tickling Maggie's ribs with her long
fingernails.
Peals of giggling laughter escaped Margaret's lips as she laughed and
wiggled like a little girl.
"HEHEHEHEHEEEEEEEE !!!! NO DON'T PLEEEEHEHEHEHEE !!!!" she squealed in
helpless abandonment as she thrashed and wriggled on the mat.
The girls from both houses laughed uproariously at the professor's
discomfiture and raucously cheered for the redhead to keep tickling the
giggling brunette. Some of the observers darted their tongues to their lips
as they felt their own sexual response to the woman's domination and vied for
position to be able to witness every delicious moment.
Lois tickled Margaret into a state of weakened giggling before she
started hiking up the brunette's cotton blouse. When the redhead had the
white blouse bunched up under Maggie's armpits, she renewed her ticklish
attack on the helpless woman's exposed bare skin.
Lois could see the lustful stares the cheering girls had locked on the
spectacle and heard shouts of "TAKE HER BLOUSE OFF !!" and "TOSS IT OUT HERE
!!!" come from both sides of the room.
Instead, the larger woman dragged the giggling brunette like a sack of
potatoes over to the ropes. By pulling up on the lowest rope and stepping
down on the middle one, Lois opened the jaws of an elastic trap which she
dropped the limp body of the English Comp professor into. Letting go, the
trap closed on the very drunk brunette and held her firmly in its grasp; her
arms dangling uselessly outside the ring.
With both hands now free, and the crowd of girls enthusiastically
cheering her on, Lois straddled the trapped brunette and wickedly attacked
her sides; viciously tickling the squealing woman's ribs, underarms and tummy
!
Margaret's eyes were squeezed tightly shut and an idiot's smile split
her face as loud bursts of uncontrollable laughter were forced out of her
throat. Her weakened arms flailed uselessly above the heads of the girls
that pressed towards the ring; eyes glassy as they watched this perversely
exciting wrestling match.
Some of the girls were not content with being idle observers and snared
the cuffs of Maragaret's white cotton blouse. Some ripping and tearing was
heard above Maggie's tortured laughter as they tugged and pulled, soon
stripping the blouse from the brunette's body. The black lacy bra that
barely contained those full, melon sized breasts added to the sensuous
performance before them. Some stared in undisguised lust as they watched the
milky white cleavage jiggle and shake in time with Maggie's squeals of
delight.
Lois too felt the rising heat of the moment. She felt joyous that she
was teaching this smart-ass a good lesson, powerful that she could so easily
dominate the brunette, and excited by the sexual overtones of tickling
another woman into helpless submission.
Maraget's screams of laughter had subsided into soundless sobs of
hilarity when Lois stopped the tortuous rib-tickling. A groan of complaint
came from the crowd of excited girls when they thought the redhead was
finished. This was soon followed, however, by a cheer of anticipation as Lois
bent Margaret's legs up against her own ample bosom, crossed her ankles, and
clamped them in that position with her very strong left arm.
Deftly, the redhead plucked the right shoe off Maggie's foot, tossed it
out into the crowd, and repeated the procedure with her left, leaving two
feebly wriggling bare feet before her. She wiggled her fingers preparatively
above the woman's upturned soles and the crowd of girls immediately
responded.
"TICKLE HER FEET ! TICKLE HER FEET ! TICKLE HER FEET !" they chanted in
unison.
Breathing a bit huskily, Lois was only too happy to oblige. Swiftly,
she danced her nails across Margaret's heels, wriggling toes, and soft pale
arches with feather light strokes just hard enough to thoroughly tickle her
tender bare feet.
Hoarse squeals erupted from Margaret's raw throat as she felt the
irresistible tingling shoot from her awfully ticklish feet and settle in her
vibrating tummy; forcing gale after gale of helpless laughter from her
throat.
Lois had never imagined how sexually exciting it could be to tickle
another woman into submission. But as she thoroughly worked over Margaret's
ticklish feet and watched the helpless woman thrash and wriggle at her
bidding she became totally caught up in the sensuous episode. Gone were the
cruder thoughts of revenge, replaced by the exhilarating thoughts that she
was going to be able to tickle every part of this woman's body, strip every
piece of clothing from her, and have the entire complement of both sorority
houses cheering her on in the process.
Acting on that thought, Lois let the brunette's leaden legs slap weakly
back to the mat as the woman tried desperately to draw much needed oxygen
into her lungs. Snaking her nimble fingers around by Margaret's now exposed
navel, Lois deftly plucked at the belt buckle, popped loose the snap, and
unzipped the brunette's silky black slacks.
Loud cheers went up from the assembled girls as they realized Lois was
depantsing the snooty, high-minded English professor. A few brief tugs
exposed the brunette's lacy black panties that did their best to contain her
full jiggling buns. Two more tugs at the cuffs slid the light garment from a
pair of very shapely bare legs and Lois sailed the purloined pants out into
the crowd.
Margaret had been beyond conscious thought since the redhead first
slammed her to the mat and started tickling her into submission. Had she
been able, she would have been horrifically embarrassed to realize she was
being tickled senseless and stripped naked for the second time in the same
day. Further, she would have realized the eventual outcome; her own body's
perverse reaction to severe, dominant, tickle-torture !
However, weak, feeble giggling was all that Margaret was able to produce
as Lois worked her over but good ! Starting at the brunette's armpits, the
redhead used her long nails to tease and titillate every exposed inch of skin
the woman possessed. As she worked over her back, she unsnapped the clasp
that strained to hold the woman's large breasts within the lacy black bra,
leaving it to hang limply from the shoulder straps while her bare breasts
jiggled invitingly in front of the spectator's rapt faces. Soon questing
hands tugged at the flimsy garment and it was pulled from the brunette's arms
and claimed as a prize by the crowd. The matching black panties soon joined
it as Lois peeled them down, exposing soft white buns that jiggled and
bounced; begging to be tickled by her.
The crowd of girls began to exhibit a mob mentality as they lustfully
watched the now totally nude brunette receive even more fiendish tickle
torture.
Lois released the almost unconscious woman from the rope trap and laid
her out upon the mat; her bare feet dangling out only inches from the crowd
of very excited girls. As if she was playing a piano, the redhead danced her
fingernails up and down the helpless woman's body; teasing an engorged nipple
here, tickling a belly button there, and diddling with remarkable effect in a
soft mound of curly brown hairs.
Mewling and giggling weakly, Margaret tried to defend herself from the
tickling attack but was too slow to do more than bat feebly at Lois's dancing
fingers. Also, her own repressed libido was turning on her as warm splashes
of sensual delight began to flood her from head to toe; her body taking great
delight in being tickled and teased to explosive sexual intensity.
Lois moved Margaret's unresisting arms up above her head, where they
remained while the redhead deftly tweaked, stroked, tickled and teased her.
Giggling and moaning it guttural gasps, the brunette's body wriggled in
delighted sexual bliss, rocking slowly from side to side.
The pitch and frequency of her laughter followed the increased writhing
and wriggling of her nude body as the girls immediately outside the ring
decided to join in. As one would pet and caress a fuzzy animal, the girls
had captured the brunette's wriggling bare feet and were subjecting them to
devilish tickles and licks. Delightedly, they used their fingers to tickle
the wrinkling soles and their tongues to tease the tender flesh between her
flexing toes.
In short order, Margaret was writhing in complete sexual abandon upon
the wrestling mat; stretching her arms high above her head to expose every
inch of her nude body to the teasing fingers and tongues that propelled her
into unbelievable ecstasy.
Lois rocketed the helpless brunette towards orgasmic surrender by
vibrating her nimble fingertips throughout Maggie's curly brown forest and
suckling an achingly engorged nipple with her full red lips. Unabashed
groans mingled with deep throaty barks of laughter as an intense shuddering
possessed the woman's body. Very noticeable jerks and twitches highlighted
each wave that shook her frame as she experienced one orgasmic contraction
after another.
Long after she had slid into blissful unconsciousness, her body
continued to twitch and wriggle from the unbelievable sensations that still
possessed it.
The girls of Lambda house for once did not object to having lost the
competition, nor did Theta house think they would ever attend a Grudge Party
like this one. Together, they surreptitiously returned the brunette to her
house and put her to bed to sleep off her drunken stupor.
As they had so accurately guessed, Margaret awoke the next morning
having remembered nothing of the night before.
