“All right girls. Enough is enough.” Ms Prittey commanded.
Phil was relived. “Thank-you Ms. Pritty.” he said earnestly, falling to his knees. “Thank-you so…”
“That’s not how I remember playing Hungry Hippos.” Ms. Prittey continued, ignoring the battered boy.
“How do you play it teacher?” A brunette named Tanya asked.
“Well basically you would use your feet to pull the ball, or in this case boy between your legs and against your um…” She paused trying to find the right word. “…Crotch.” She concluded with a giggle.
“Show us Ms Prittey!” The girls all shouted.
“Ok I guess we’ll have to take turns since there are to many to make a tight enough circle.” The somewhat unorthodox teacher explained. “We’ll count off by twos.”
They did so and the first group situated themselves in a circle around Phil while the others stood behind them to wait their turn. Ms. Prittey joined the first group and after getting comfortable she gave further instruction.
“Now everyone stretch your legs toward the center of the circle.”
A towering wall of feet surrounded Phil. All moving, and wiggling as the girls; including Ms. Prittey, pressed their feet toward him.
“Whoever pulls Phil; who has volunteered to be the ball, under themselves using only their feet wins, and the rest have to switch.”
“Wait!” Phil shouted desperately. But no one listened.
“GO!” Ms. Prittey shouted, and slammed her nylon-covered foot down on top of the boy.
She quickly ended the round as she drug Phil under herself and ground him roughly into the carpet with her pussy.
“YESS! I won!” She yelled as she continued to put more pressure on the boy. The other girls grumbled that it hadn’t been fair.
“Fine someone from the outside call the next one.” Ms. Prittey conceded. Then pulled Phil slowly from under her and placed him in the center again with a smile and a wink.
The next round began before Phil could even get his bearings. As foot after foot fell over him he was drug and rolled and pounded over and over again by different colored socks. The girls all were so engrossed in the game that none of them bothered to keep their skirts from flying up or keeping themselves covered. Phil was squashed under many different girls. Would this ever end?
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