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This is a sequel to Out Past Curfew, pt. 2. Please read that story first if continuity is important to you.:
http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?196377-Out-Past-Curfew-pt.-2-(ff-m)
Ih!
Ah-erhh.
Ooooo oh-ho-ho nooooo.
These were the only sounds that Mark could make. He had never felt anything like it before.
* * *
In unison, Veronica and Lisa did what they expected. The soles of their feet had been moisturized to the softest they could muster with that lotion. Now, they were letting their arches slowly graze up his leg. Slowly. Evilly. The softness of their soles were ridiculous. All the way from the shin to the middle of his thigh, they petted his leg with a single bare foot each. "MOM. VERONICA. WHY ARE YOU FEET SO SOO-HAHAHAHA-FT?" they began to do this a second time. "Are they soft, Mark?" Lisa said coyly. "I hadn't noticed." They continued this second graze of his legs with their feet, and began a third. Veronica looked at Lisa, and they both looked at Mark. "Your nipples have had their share of our hands." Veronica said. "Now," Lisa began, shifting her position to Mark's most tremendous horror...
"Let's give them our feet." Veronica followed suit, until both women now had their heads down at Mark's feet, and a single leg each pinning down his arms. The additional sole of each woman, toes pointed upwards, now faced Mark's face. Then, they began to lower, their soft fleshiness drawing closer to his bare nipples.
"NOOOOO!" he screamed. The lowering halted, a silence pervading the room unlike anything that any of the three of them had ever felt. A tension, foreboding and anticipatory, was now present. Were they really going to do this? Was it to scare him? Was it finally the mercy that he felt he deserved?
Then, a giggle. His mother's giggle. Their toes, Lisa's foot on the left and Veronica's on the right, were both still pointed up high, but they cruelly began to wiggle. Nothng of their feet were touching flesh except their soft heels against his ribcage, and if they were to keep that wiggling up and bring their feet horizontal... Mark shuddered at the thought of their soft toes dancing around on his nipples. Lisa continued to giggle, the two ladies both carried on with their wiggling, no tickling at all occurring for a full minute. Mark thought about a lot in that minute, how his mother and sister both have the most slender and elegant toes ever, and how that horrified him. They were so long, and they could do things to him that fingers only dreamed of doing properly. He noted how pink their soles were, and how soft it would be should they graze their arches over his nipples like they just had his shins. He watched them wiggle their toes at him, sometimes slowly or in a fluttery, tickly and taunting way, and he couldn't bear it. He almost asked them why they were doing it, until the unthinkable happened. Both of the girl suddenly pointed their toes down, not scrunching them, but ACTUALLY pointing them down to reveal most of the tops. With horror, he saw what was painted on their toenails. On his mother's to the left, "T-I-C-K-L", and on his sister's to the right, "E-M-A-R-K." It wasn't any longer than a second, and with that, they did it. They lowered their toes onto his nipples.
Mark immediately and internally began to curse his mother's toes. They were SO soft, far softer than Veronica's, and for reasons that he would never understand. She did an incredibly horrifying thing to him after the toes lowered onto his left nipple: she somehow was able to sweep them side to side, almost kicking the tip back and forth and then squeezing it gently between the fleshiness of her big toe and her pointer toe. She would sometimes use her pinky toe to get that little ultra sensitive spot on the tip of the tip of his nipple, the part that had driven him the wildest before, and it was completely naked and exposed to this relentless onslaught. Veronica had a slightly different method, similar to what she had been doing with her hands earlier. She used her big toe to circle the area around the nipple, then suddenly grazed it across. Each time she did it, it was soft and slow, like she was trying to brush something on it tenderly. Mark would jolt whenever she would, and sometimes, it would coincide with the evil way that his mother was getting the other one. Both women appeared to be chattering with one another and laughing as they did it, but Mark couldn't hear them over the internal sound of losing his mind.
Only three minutes into this, he felt a new sensation to be added to his horror: the slowest, most silky smooth rubdown of his soles by both ladies, using only their palms and starting at the tips of his toes, working their way down his arches, and ending with a bit of a pinch on his heels. Up and down, up and down, Veronica would be going up his right foot while Lisa was going down his left. And to Mark's horror, his feet being tickled like this somehow made the nipple tickling far greater. It was like the foundation of his nerve endings was somehow in his feet, and by playing with them, they were ensuring that his nipples were set to maximum capacity.
"Baby, baby baby," he heard Lisa coo from the foot of the bed. "Isn't this just the worst? I can't imagine what this feels like. Can you, Veronica?" Veronica shook her head, though Mark would have never known it. She was now using her free hand to rub his shin, slowly bringing it up past his knee and halfway up his thigh. This made Mark shiver, but he knew better than to react.
The two ladies ceased at twenty minutes into the act, but they didn't change their positions. Their toes were once again pointed towards the ceiling, wiggling every so often and revealing the words that they had painted there only moments before. He thought that they were whispering, and he feared what it could be about. Suddenly, both of their faces appeared in view between their legs. "Hey Mark," said Lisa. "Guess what?" And before he could respond, they lowered their feet again, only this time...
"NO!" Mark screamed as they descended. No no no no not that not THA-IH...
Their arches skirted his nipples.
Again. And again. And again.
Ih!
Ah-erhh.
Ooooo oh-ho-ho nooooo.Ih!
Ah-erhh.
Ooooo ohehhhh-ho-ho nooooo.
Their soft hands now both reached up and rubbed his tummy, making him thrash and plead. Each woman also had a hand still rubbing down each sole, and the two women realized what they had done. They had tamed him. They had him being tickled in three of the most sensitive spots a person can have, and they could do anything they wanted to him. "Oh Mom," Veronica said. "Can we make him do anything?"
"Yes," Lisa said. "I believe we can."
This is a sequel to Out Past Curfew, pt. 2. Please read that story first if continuity is important to you.:
http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?196377-Out-Past-Curfew-pt.-2-(ff-m)
Ih!
Ah-erhh.
Ooooo oh-ho-ho nooooo.
These were the only sounds that Mark could make. He had never felt anything like it before.
* * *
In unison, Veronica and Lisa did what they expected. The soles of their feet had been moisturized to the softest they could muster with that lotion. Now, they were letting their arches slowly graze up his leg. Slowly. Evilly. The softness of their soles were ridiculous. All the way from the shin to the middle of his thigh, they petted his leg with a single bare foot each. "MOM. VERONICA. WHY ARE YOU FEET SO SOO-HAHAHAHA-FT?" they began to do this a second time. "Are they soft, Mark?" Lisa said coyly. "I hadn't noticed." They continued this second graze of his legs with their feet, and began a third. Veronica looked at Lisa, and they both looked at Mark. "Your nipples have had their share of our hands." Veronica said. "Now," Lisa began, shifting her position to Mark's most tremendous horror...
"Let's give them our feet." Veronica followed suit, until both women now had their heads down at Mark's feet, and a single leg each pinning down his arms. The additional sole of each woman, toes pointed upwards, now faced Mark's face. Then, they began to lower, their soft fleshiness drawing closer to his bare nipples.
"NOOOOO!" he screamed. The lowering halted, a silence pervading the room unlike anything that any of the three of them had ever felt. A tension, foreboding and anticipatory, was now present. Were they really going to do this? Was it to scare him? Was it finally the mercy that he felt he deserved?
Then, a giggle. His mother's giggle. Their toes, Lisa's foot on the left and Veronica's on the right, were both still pointed up high, but they cruelly began to wiggle. Nothng of their feet were touching flesh except their soft heels against his ribcage, and if they were to keep that wiggling up and bring their feet horizontal... Mark shuddered at the thought of their soft toes dancing around on his nipples. Lisa continued to giggle, the two ladies both carried on with their wiggling, no tickling at all occurring for a full minute. Mark thought about a lot in that minute, how his mother and sister both have the most slender and elegant toes ever, and how that horrified him. They were so long, and they could do things to him that fingers only dreamed of doing properly. He noted how pink their soles were, and how soft it would be should they graze their arches over his nipples like they just had his shins. He watched them wiggle their toes at him, sometimes slowly or in a fluttery, tickly and taunting way, and he couldn't bear it. He almost asked them why they were doing it, until the unthinkable happened. Both of the girl suddenly pointed their toes down, not scrunching them, but ACTUALLY pointing them down to reveal most of the tops. With horror, he saw what was painted on their toenails. On his mother's to the left, "T-I-C-K-L", and on his sister's to the right, "E-M-A-R-K." It wasn't any longer than a second, and with that, they did it. They lowered their toes onto his nipples.
Mark immediately and internally began to curse his mother's toes. They were SO soft, far softer than Veronica's, and for reasons that he would never understand. She did an incredibly horrifying thing to him after the toes lowered onto his left nipple: she somehow was able to sweep them side to side, almost kicking the tip back and forth and then squeezing it gently between the fleshiness of her big toe and her pointer toe. She would sometimes use her pinky toe to get that little ultra sensitive spot on the tip of the tip of his nipple, the part that had driven him the wildest before, and it was completely naked and exposed to this relentless onslaught. Veronica had a slightly different method, similar to what she had been doing with her hands earlier. She used her big toe to circle the area around the nipple, then suddenly grazed it across. Each time she did it, it was soft and slow, like she was trying to brush something on it tenderly. Mark would jolt whenever she would, and sometimes, it would coincide with the evil way that his mother was getting the other one. Both women appeared to be chattering with one another and laughing as they did it, but Mark couldn't hear them over the internal sound of losing his mind.
Only three minutes into this, he felt a new sensation to be added to his horror: the slowest, most silky smooth rubdown of his soles by both ladies, using only their palms and starting at the tips of his toes, working their way down his arches, and ending with a bit of a pinch on his heels. Up and down, up and down, Veronica would be going up his right foot while Lisa was going down his left. And to Mark's horror, his feet being tickled like this somehow made the nipple tickling far greater. It was like the foundation of his nerve endings was somehow in his feet, and by playing with them, they were ensuring that his nipples were set to maximum capacity.
"Baby, baby baby," he heard Lisa coo from the foot of the bed. "Isn't this just the worst? I can't imagine what this feels like. Can you, Veronica?" Veronica shook her head, though Mark would have never known it. She was now using her free hand to rub his shin, slowly bringing it up past his knee and halfway up his thigh. This made Mark shiver, but he knew better than to react.
The two ladies ceased at twenty minutes into the act, but they didn't change their positions. Their toes were once again pointed towards the ceiling, wiggling every so often and revealing the words that they had painted there only moments before. He thought that they were whispering, and he feared what it could be about. Suddenly, both of their faces appeared in view between their legs. "Hey Mark," said Lisa. "Guess what?" And before he could respond, they lowered their feet again, only this time...
"NO!" Mark screamed as they descended. No no no no not that not THA-IH...
Their arches skirted his nipples.
Again. And again. And again.
Ih!
Ah-erhh.
Ooooo oh-ho-ho nooooo.Ih!
Ah-erhh.
Ooooo ohehhhh-ho-ho nooooo.
Their soft hands now both reached up and rubbed his tummy, making him thrash and plead. Each woman also had a hand still rubbing down each sole, and the two women realized what they had done. They had tamed him. They had him being tickled in three of the most sensitive spots a person can have, and they could do anything they wanted to him. "Oh Mom," Veronica said. "Can we make him do anything?"
"Yes," Lisa said. "I believe we can."
