Here is Part 3. Thanks to everyone who has had positive feedback for the previous two installments. Hope to get part 4 out relatively soon. Enjoy.
http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?209937-A-College-Tickling-(FFF-F)-Part-1 (Part 1)
http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?209948-A-College-Tickling-(FFF-F)-Part-2 (Part 2)
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Standing over Brittany’s wiggling socked feet, Lauren and Carleigh watched the bound girl writhe and struggle as she screamed into her gag to “leave my fucking feet alone!” Already on the verge of sexual destruction, her nipples aching and her sex dripping wet, Brittany had no doubt that similar attention to her sensitive feet would send her over the edge.
Lauren, her sadistic grin firmly in place, turned to Carleigh and spoke loud enough for Brittany to hear every word: “Okay, bitch, let’s send Miss Curly Hair over the edge.” Carleigh was almost as aroused as Brittany, having discovered just how much she enjoyed tickling and teasing another girl. Kristen, who had been anxiously watching the entire episode, remained unsure how she felt about the whole thing. Lauren turned to her and said sweetly, “Kris, why don’t you keep Curly Hair’s hard little nipples and chubby tummy company while Car and I deal with these feet?” Kristen picked up the feather and, with some trepidation, began to work the feather up and down Brittany’s fleshy sides and stomach, reigniting the bound girl’s wild laughter.
Satisfied with Kristen, Lauren turned her attention to Brittany’s size seven feet. Running a sharp, French-manicured nail up and down the girl’s socked arches, she received a wild bucking and writhing in response. Grinning at Carleigh, Lauren slipped a finger onto the edge of the sock and began slowly and torturously peeling it away, with Carleigh quickly following suit. “Awww, looks like Miss Curly Hair is about to lose her sock! I wonder if her little footsies are as chubby as her cute tummy!” Lauren’s baby talk and taunts were driving Brittany crazy, both in annoyance and in sexual frustration- being humiliated while undergoing such a sexually-charged experience left her completely beside herself.
As the two girls’ slowly peeled the socks off Brittany’s feet, the curly haired girl continued to writhe and buck without realizing that this just made the process of baring her feet even easier. Finally, with one final swipe, Lauren removed the entire sock and gazed down at the wiggling, pale white foot before her. As someone who’d always had a bit of a foot fetish, Lauren couldn’t help but find Brittany’s size seven cute: relatively high arches, pink ball, and pudgy toes with a clear polish. Brittany obviously spent time keeping her feet looking decent, although without regular pedicures. Lauren drew one long nail up the girl’s arch and sent Brittany screaming into the gag.
“Oh. My. God. We are going to drive you out of your fucking mind, Miss Curly Hair,” Lauren said with sadistic glee. Grabbing one foot with both hands, she began raking her sharp nails down the length of the sole. Brittany sounded as if she would scream herself hoarse and break the bed apart. Meanwhile, having started to warm up to the entire situation and relenting towards the feelings she’d had all along, Kristen was slowly but surely twirling the feather along the undersides of Brittany’s exposed breasts while occasionally flicking the engorged nipples. The unextinguished fires of Brittany’s lust were coming back full-force, just as the two girls at her feet began their most fiendish assault.
While Carleigh was running her sharp pink nails along Brittany’s arch, occasionally surprising her with an attack on the top of the foot, Lauren had something far more devious in mind. Grabbing another feather and a bottle of baby oil, she slowly dabbed some oil onto the ball of the bound girl’s foot, eliciting a moan of surprise from her captive. “Sounds like Miss Curly Hair is getting all worked up again! Does she like her footsies being played with? Hmmm?” Smearing the oil all over the ball and arch of Brittany’s foot, Lauren leisurely dragged the feather through the oil before sliding it methodically through each toe, eliciting howls from her victim.
“I’m about to send you overboard, missy!” Lauren declared with a malicious smirk as she leaned down towards Brittany’s wiggling feet, her own nipples throbbing through her tight shirt, and began to lick the arches and balls with her tongue. Brittany momentarily froze as her body tried to place the strange feeling- it took her a moment to realize that a tongue was tickling her captive feet while supercharging her erogenous zones! Carleigh, almost beside herself with lust, began following suit on the other foot, although she quickly found her mouth enveloping Brittany’s chubby toes and sucking wildly. As Carleigh’s mouth enclosed upon her big toe, Brittany let out a loud, guttural moan. Lauren continued her licking, followed by methodical nail-teasing along the girl’s vulnerable toe pads.
Kristen had by now completely lost track of herself. Her tight, petite body was shaking with excitement and ill-concealed lust. Her nipples were rock hard and she slid the feather like a saw over Brittany’s turgid nipples. The cumulative effect of all these teasing was to leave Brittany in a state of near madness- her hips began grinding and pumping, her nipples felt like they were about to explode and her crotch was soaking wet under her jeans. Screaming into her gag, she begged that her tormenters both stop AND bring her off, relieving her of the fire that was ravaging her body. Her moans became more and more primal as Carleigh lovingly sucked her toes, one by one, and Lauren deliciously licked her super sensitive pale arches.
With Brittany’s hips thrusting and grinding, her ass hitting the bed forcefully, Lauren decided to take things to their ultimate conclusion. Abandoning her licking, she undid Brittany’s belt and began slowly sliding the girl’s jeans down her hips. “This is what you want, huh? Miss Curly Hair wants her pussy tickled and teased, doesn’t she? Isn’t that what you want?” Brittany couldn’t help but nod her head violently- she’d do anything for release! She wiggled her hips suggestively as Lauren pulled her jeans lower, revealing her generic white panties. “Awww! Miss Curly Hair has such ugly panties! She’s like a grandma!” Brittany barely heard Lauren, she was so consumed with lust. All she could think about was release, although Lauren had other things in mind.
While Kristen continued sawing Brittany’s nipples with a feather and Carleigh sucked and slurped the girl’s pudgy toes, Lauren finished removing the jeans and surveyed her captive, clad in nothing but white panties with a huge wet spot. Grinning, she slid her sharp nails along the girl’s inner thighs, close enough to her mound that electric currents shot through Brittany’s body but far enough away to be incredibly frustrating. She tried pumping her hips to get closer to Lauren’s tickling fingers, only to have the fingers moved elsewhere. “Now, now, curly hair,” Lauren taunted, “I’m just not sure you’re ready quite yet!” Running her fingers along the inner thighs, and grazing the panty-covered pound, Lauren could tell Brittany was near the edge of collapse. Sweat dripped down her body and the musk of sexual arousal was becoming increasingly powerful.
Tracing a long nail along her inner thighs and around the pelvis, Lauren found herself increasingly turned on by the eroticism of the event. A bound, nearly naked girl (cute, despite her taunting) having her nipples teased, toes sucked and pussy teased by three beautiful, fully-clothed co-eds. Cutting Brittany’s absolutely soaked panties off, Lauren admired her mound, complete with curly fur and moist, pouting lips. Running her nail along the lips, as Brittany bucked and moaned furiously, Lauren thought she herself was about to lose it. She could hear Carleigh moaning softly as she sucked the girl’s toes and fondled her own nipples without regard to anything but her own arousal.
Running her finger among the curly fur, Lauren could hear Brittany’s breath becoming ragged and saw her hips grinding furiously. She knew it was just a matter of seconds until Brittany’s mind finally blew. “Little Miss Curly Hair is curly all over! What a silly little girl you are with you’re nasty little pussy!” Just as she finished taunting Brittany, and was sliding her finger through the girl’s sensitive, curl-covered mound, a loud bang stopped all the girls in their tracks!
“What the fuck are you doing to Brittany!” A voice roared from the doorway.
http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?209937-A-College-Tickling-(FFF-F)-Part-1 (Part 1)
http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?209948-A-College-Tickling-(FFF-F)-Part-2 (Part 2)
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Standing over Brittany’s wiggling socked feet, Lauren and Carleigh watched the bound girl writhe and struggle as she screamed into her gag to “leave my fucking feet alone!” Already on the verge of sexual destruction, her nipples aching and her sex dripping wet, Brittany had no doubt that similar attention to her sensitive feet would send her over the edge.
Lauren, her sadistic grin firmly in place, turned to Carleigh and spoke loud enough for Brittany to hear every word: “Okay, bitch, let’s send Miss Curly Hair over the edge.” Carleigh was almost as aroused as Brittany, having discovered just how much she enjoyed tickling and teasing another girl. Kristen, who had been anxiously watching the entire episode, remained unsure how she felt about the whole thing. Lauren turned to her and said sweetly, “Kris, why don’t you keep Curly Hair’s hard little nipples and chubby tummy company while Car and I deal with these feet?” Kristen picked up the feather and, with some trepidation, began to work the feather up and down Brittany’s fleshy sides and stomach, reigniting the bound girl’s wild laughter.
Satisfied with Kristen, Lauren turned her attention to Brittany’s size seven feet. Running a sharp, French-manicured nail up and down the girl’s socked arches, she received a wild bucking and writhing in response. Grinning at Carleigh, Lauren slipped a finger onto the edge of the sock and began slowly and torturously peeling it away, with Carleigh quickly following suit. “Awww, looks like Miss Curly Hair is about to lose her sock! I wonder if her little footsies are as chubby as her cute tummy!” Lauren’s baby talk and taunts were driving Brittany crazy, both in annoyance and in sexual frustration- being humiliated while undergoing such a sexually-charged experience left her completely beside herself.
As the two girls’ slowly peeled the socks off Brittany’s feet, the curly haired girl continued to writhe and buck without realizing that this just made the process of baring her feet even easier. Finally, with one final swipe, Lauren removed the entire sock and gazed down at the wiggling, pale white foot before her. As someone who’d always had a bit of a foot fetish, Lauren couldn’t help but find Brittany’s size seven cute: relatively high arches, pink ball, and pudgy toes with a clear polish. Brittany obviously spent time keeping her feet looking decent, although without regular pedicures. Lauren drew one long nail up the girl’s arch and sent Brittany screaming into the gag.
“Oh. My. God. We are going to drive you out of your fucking mind, Miss Curly Hair,” Lauren said with sadistic glee. Grabbing one foot with both hands, she began raking her sharp nails down the length of the sole. Brittany sounded as if she would scream herself hoarse and break the bed apart. Meanwhile, having started to warm up to the entire situation and relenting towards the feelings she’d had all along, Kristen was slowly but surely twirling the feather along the undersides of Brittany’s exposed breasts while occasionally flicking the engorged nipples. The unextinguished fires of Brittany’s lust were coming back full-force, just as the two girls at her feet began their most fiendish assault.
While Carleigh was running her sharp pink nails along Brittany’s arch, occasionally surprising her with an attack on the top of the foot, Lauren had something far more devious in mind. Grabbing another feather and a bottle of baby oil, she slowly dabbed some oil onto the ball of the bound girl’s foot, eliciting a moan of surprise from her captive. “Sounds like Miss Curly Hair is getting all worked up again! Does she like her footsies being played with? Hmmm?” Smearing the oil all over the ball and arch of Brittany’s foot, Lauren leisurely dragged the feather through the oil before sliding it methodically through each toe, eliciting howls from her victim.
“I’m about to send you overboard, missy!” Lauren declared with a malicious smirk as she leaned down towards Brittany’s wiggling feet, her own nipples throbbing through her tight shirt, and began to lick the arches and balls with her tongue. Brittany momentarily froze as her body tried to place the strange feeling- it took her a moment to realize that a tongue was tickling her captive feet while supercharging her erogenous zones! Carleigh, almost beside herself with lust, began following suit on the other foot, although she quickly found her mouth enveloping Brittany’s chubby toes and sucking wildly. As Carleigh’s mouth enclosed upon her big toe, Brittany let out a loud, guttural moan. Lauren continued her licking, followed by methodical nail-teasing along the girl’s vulnerable toe pads.
Kristen had by now completely lost track of herself. Her tight, petite body was shaking with excitement and ill-concealed lust. Her nipples were rock hard and she slid the feather like a saw over Brittany’s turgid nipples. The cumulative effect of all these teasing was to leave Brittany in a state of near madness- her hips began grinding and pumping, her nipples felt like they were about to explode and her crotch was soaking wet under her jeans. Screaming into her gag, she begged that her tormenters both stop AND bring her off, relieving her of the fire that was ravaging her body. Her moans became more and more primal as Carleigh lovingly sucked her toes, one by one, and Lauren deliciously licked her super sensitive pale arches.
With Brittany’s hips thrusting and grinding, her ass hitting the bed forcefully, Lauren decided to take things to their ultimate conclusion. Abandoning her licking, she undid Brittany’s belt and began slowly sliding the girl’s jeans down her hips. “This is what you want, huh? Miss Curly Hair wants her pussy tickled and teased, doesn’t she? Isn’t that what you want?” Brittany couldn’t help but nod her head violently- she’d do anything for release! She wiggled her hips suggestively as Lauren pulled her jeans lower, revealing her generic white panties. “Awww! Miss Curly Hair has such ugly panties! She’s like a grandma!” Brittany barely heard Lauren, she was so consumed with lust. All she could think about was release, although Lauren had other things in mind.
While Kristen continued sawing Brittany’s nipples with a feather and Carleigh sucked and slurped the girl’s pudgy toes, Lauren finished removing the jeans and surveyed her captive, clad in nothing but white panties with a huge wet spot. Grinning, she slid her sharp nails along the girl’s inner thighs, close enough to her mound that electric currents shot through Brittany’s body but far enough away to be incredibly frustrating. She tried pumping her hips to get closer to Lauren’s tickling fingers, only to have the fingers moved elsewhere. “Now, now, curly hair,” Lauren taunted, “I’m just not sure you’re ready quite yet!” Running her fingers along the inner thighs, and grazing the panty-covered pound, Lauren could tell Brittany was near the edge of collapse. Sweat dripped down her body and the musk of sexual arousal was becoming increasingly powerful.
Tracing a long nail along her inner thighs and around the pelvis, Lauren found herself increasingly turned on by the eroticism of the event. A bound, nearly naked girl (cute, despite her taunting) having her nipples teased, toes sucked and pussy teased by three beautiful, fully-clothed co-eds. Cutting Brittany’s absolutely soaked panties off, Lauren admired her mound, complete with curly fur and moist, pouting lips. Running her nail along the lips, as Brittany bucked and moaned furiously, Lauren thought she herself was about to lose it. She could hear Carleigh moaning softly as she sucked the girl’s toes and fondled her own nipples without regard to anything but her own arousal.
Running her finger among the curly fur, Lauren could hear Brittany’s breath becoming ragged and saw her hips grinding furiously. She knew it was just a matter of seconds until Brittany’s mind finally blew. “Little Miss Curly Hair is curly all over! What a silly little girl you are with you’re nasty little pussy!” Just as she finished taunting Brittany, and was sliding her finger through the girl’s sensitive, curl-covered mound, a loud bang stopped all the girls in their tracks!
“What the fuck are you doing to Brittany!” A voice roared from the doorway.
