TK True Tickling story: Sandy, Mindy, and Alice
(Once again, names changed to protect the ticklish...)
This is what we call a 'three-for-one sale at the bakery'.
Heya. I mentioned in a previous story that while visiting my very sexy,
very ticklish friend Lynda in Texas, I got the chance to meet up with yet
another friend of mine from the online chat community that happened to live
there. This friend's name was 'Sandy', and she was also very ticklish, but
she wasn't exactly enthusiastic about being tickled. She was a very thin,
skinny, lanky girl, a few years younger than me, about 22 or 23 at the time.
(I was 27, as stated before) Sandy had long brown hair, deep brown eyes,
and the demeanor of a rabid animal when she got pissed off. Of course, we
were pals, so around me, she was all sweetness and sugar, but I've heard
stories. (smirk)
Sandy was also a lesbian. Actually, she IS a lesbian, although at the time
she considered herself bi, leaning more towards women. I emphasize the BI
part, because at this little get together, she and her friends made me
and Lynda an offer... to join in and have one huge erotic orgy. I was one
of her closest friends, having gone through a lot together over the years,
and of all the guys she knew, I was probably one of the only ones she would
have consented to have sex with. Believe me when I say I felt honoroed,
and lustful at the idea. For one thing, how many lesbian friends do you know
are close enough and intimately connected enough to even CONSIDER being with
you that way? But again, I'm getting ahead of myself.
My week at Lynda's place started on Monday. You know how THAT day turned
out. Tuesday, as stated before, Lynda got her period. You can GUESS how
that day turned out. Wednesday, Sandy arrived. We all hugged and kissed
cheeks and such, and made a big ta-do over having her there. Lynday took
us to the mall, and the beach, and other places, where the three of us
just hung out a lot. When we got back home, I offered Sandy the massage
treatment I was famous on the net for now, but she declined.
"Come on," I persisted, "At least let me give you a foot massage."
Sandy rolled her eyes. "And now we come to it," she said chuckling. "This
is what you were after all along, J."
What could I say? Sandy had this thing about her feet. I dunno if it was
her style, or just a statement of rebellion, or even the lesian thing,
but she tended to dress in all black, complete with black motorcycle boots.
She was a lovely girl, cute in a pixish sort of way (not that I'd ever tell
her so to her face if I expected to keep her teeth) but she tried to
exude this tough, get-out-of-my-face attitude. Unfortunately, I knew her
secret, that her feet were 1000% ticklish, and the boots were as much for
protection as for a statement.
Sandy was another one of my little 'converts' to the world of erotic
tickling. But her latest girlfriend... or I should say, girlfriendS, plural,
as she was in a special three-way relationship with two other girls, all
of whom shared equally without (MUCH) jealousy. Girlfriend number one,
Mindy, absolutely HATED tickling, and being tickled, much like Sandy, but
girlfriend number two, Alice, was different. She LOVED to be tickled,
though she couldn't stand it for very long. Like Lynda, she was sexually
charged by it, very much so, especially when her cute pudgy little toes
were tickled. Sandy, thanks to my constant talks and Alice's enthusiasm,
discovered that she, too, became sexually excited when tickled a certain
way by someone she felt intimate with, even though most of the time it
was pure hell for her. So, grudgingly, I convinced her that, if we ever
had the chance to meet in RL, she would let me tickle her feet, and anywhere
else on her body I liked... as long as it wasn't sexual.
Oh well. I would take what I could get. Persuading her to remove her boots,
I then removed her socks, and slid her feet into my lap. Sandy had long,
narrow feet, with long slender toes. Cute feet, actually, and though she
assrted strenuously that she didn't care one whit about her feet, or
anything, she obviously took good care of them. Or perhaps, Alice, who
loved to tease and tickle her, took care of them for her. At any rate,
her soles were flawless, without trace of corns or calluses, and her skin
was soft as silk. I tickled her soft soles gently for a bit, but she only
grimaced. My shortly trimmed nails were too much for her untra-soft soles,
fine for tickling Lynda, but not gentle enough for these buttery soles.
I then reached for one of my 'tools of the trade' a small clean Q-tip. Ah,
NOW I hit paydirt. The slight touch against her creamy white sole with
the soft cotton tip sent her into hysterics. She giggled, and yanked hard
on her foot, trying to get free. I held her still, stroking the Q-tip
along her arch, and up under the curls of her wildly wiggling toes, when
she mustered all of her strength and pulled away. "NOO! NO MORE! NO TICKLING
J! I meant it!"
It had lasted maybe fifteen seconds at the most. "Oh come on, that was just
the warm up. Slide your legs back out here."
She refused, threatening me bodily injury if I dared to use the Q-tip on
her again... and while I knew she was only half-serious, that half was
more than enough to convince me. So, giving her my word, I promised to
only massage her feet.. unless she changed her mind later on. She put
her feet back into my lap, and I proceeded to massage them. I know what
yer thinking... anyone else in my position, with her feet back in their
lap, would have welched on the promise, grabbed and held on tight, and
tickled the ever-loving SHIT out of her ulta-soft bare soles. Well, I was
a lot of things, but I wasn't dishonest. I kept my word, and all too soon
I had her MELTING in my hands, nearly zoming out as I massaged her into
oblivion.
Fast forward a bit. After another day of sight-seeing and quality time with
my two lovely ladies, the doorbell rang. Sandy, all excited, ran to the
door, and sure enough, it was her friends. See, she'd told Lynda and I
about her two lovers, and had asked if they could stop by to visit as
well. Lynda lived in this great big house with her roommate, who was out
of town visiting relatives for the week, so she said, "Sure, why not? The
more, the merrier." So, there we were, a house of six now: Lynda, myself,
Sandy, Alice, Mindy, and their friend, a guy named James that had driven
them here. He was their pal as well, a little bit younger than them, but
an all around great guy. James was ALSO, like myself until that week, a
virgin... but Mandy, Alice, and Sandy had had a little surprise for him.
"We're gonna take your 'cherry', James," they announced, to his, and our,
surprise. Kinda like Lynda and me, they'd talked about it for a while,
kinda joked about it, but had decided, as a special gift to their special
friend, that Alice, the bi-sexual one of the group, would be more than
willing to do it. Sandy and Mindy had slight reservations, but he was
their friend as well, and if I was the only man Sandy would have willing
been with, James was probably a close second on her list.
I got to tickle Mandy, but only briefly. As I said before, she was very
ticklish, especially on her feet, but absolutely, positively HATED to be
tickled. Heck, she HATED to be touched at all, by a man. She didn't hate
me or anything, but it was clear that Alice, James, and Sandy liked me,
while she merely tolerated my presence. Still, knowing my deep interest,
Sandy told them about my tickling her like crazy the day before. Alice,
who LIKED tickling, commented slyly that Mandy was the most ticklish of
the three. Mandy, knowing what was up, tried to back away, but the other
two grabbed her and held her down.
"Quick, J, get her feet!" Sandy yelled, ripping off her shoes, holding
Mandy's violently kicking legs as tight as she could. "Don't forget her
underarms," Alice replied from her place above, holding Mandy down by her
arms. Grinning, I sat down next to her and casually explored her open
ticklish body, from soles to underarms. And oh, how she screamed and
screamed, not even making it to laughter, just thrashing and screaming as
if I were burning her with hot coals. She grew desperate when I moved back
to her feet again. She resorted to biting and kicking, and finally Alice
and Sandy had enough abuse, letting her go. Mandy ran, grabbing her shoes,
and hid in her room for the next few hours.
We all spent the next day at the beach. Alice and I spent a lot of time
together, talking, chatting about this and that. We really hit it off. We
even compared notea bout Sandy, as I'd known her even longer than she and
Mandy had. I learned all about Sandy's weakness for having her toes sucked
on, as well as getting Alice to admit to her OWN weaknes for it. "It just
drives me CRAZY," she said with a giggle. "Just having them tickled, or
stroked, is bad enough... but when Sandy licks them with that... mmmmm...
devilishly talented tongue of hers... it just drives me through the roof!"
"Reeeaally?" I said with a sneer. I tickled her ribs a bit, and goosed her
ribs, making her laugh. She ran, and I followed, wading into the water a
bit, splashing and teasing one another. The others were a bit further out,
but I never really liked the water much, and Alice didn't swim. After
getting our fill of the surf, we moved back inland, where Alice, shyly,
asked me to bury her in the sand. Of course, I agreed, and I soon had her
covered up pretty nicely, with her head sticking out one end, and her
feet sticking out the other. The others came over to see what I was doing,
and decided to join in, piling sand on her, sitting on the pile to keep it
in place. I, meanwhile, had busied myself, teasing and tickling her
vulnerable bare feet, which began to wiggle and flex like crazy.
"HAHAHAHAHAHA!! NOOO NOOO STOOP!! #EEEEEKK!! HAHAHAHAHA NOOO STOP TICKLING
MEE!! I CAN'T TAKE IT!!" she screamed and laughed, trying desperately to
break free. I don't know about everything she, Mindy, and Sandy did, in
sex, but I don't think being bound helpless while being teased was a new
experience for her. With remarkable strength and dexterity, Alice managed
to break out of her sandtrap, tossing Sandy off into the dirt, sending
Mandy and James to the ground as well, and unintentionally kicking me in
the face, as she sprang free. "Oh, God, I thought I was gonna die," she
said after calming back down. We all chuckled at her.
It was evening when we headed back for home. The car was a bit crowded with
the six of us, and Alice sat in my lap in the back seat as we rode along.
Grinning, sharing a moment, I slipped my hand around her waist, tickling
and massaging her a bit, making her giggle and sigh. Then, she leaned
forward and whispered in my ear, "Don't forget my feet, J." With that little
reminder, my hands slid down to her ankle, removing the canvas shoe, and
capturing her soft ticklish foot again. With all the people there in that
tiny space, I didn't want to go for an all-out attack, particularly with
her violent reaction before in the sand, so I began a soft, gentle tickling.
She giggled, then giggled more, not quite laughing unrestrained, but
finding it harder and harder to keep control of herself. I worked her sweet
sole, long as Sandy's but not so thin and slender, stroking the soft, meaty
part of her instep, which really made her wiggle. I then moved my tickling
up to her toes, tickling the gentle undercurl, and probing light in between.
Her laughter changed suddenly, and earned a more breathy quality. She bit
her lip and leaned forward again, whispering softly, "Pleeeasee... stop,
J, please... don't tickle me there...hehehee... ohhhh... keep that up...
a few more seconds.... and you'll make... mmmmmm... make me cummm..."
Oh, what to do, what to do. Looking back now, I *KNOW* exactly whatto do,
but back then, still somewhat shy, with my ONLY sexual experience three
days old, I relented. She sighed, slowly regaining control of herself, and
I did the same. We entered the house, where the three girls and James
disappeared back into their room. A lot of giggling and sighing came
forth a while later, while Lynda and I merely smirked, speculating all too
well on what was taking place.
Lynda and I were sitting there, watching TV, when the door opened. Sandy
gestured me over, and said that Alice was a bit uptight and needed a good
massage before they could continue. And seeing that massages were my
specialty... anxious, a bit nervous, I entered the room. Alice was lying
on the bed, Mandy sitting beside her, kissing her. James was nowhere to
be seen, so I assumed he had received his 'gift' and gone into the other
room to recuperate a bit. All the girls were in their underwear, but
didn't seem to be in any embarrassed at having me there, in fact they all
seemed in very good spirits.
"We'll ALL massage Alice," Sandy declared, taking the oil from me, rubbing
it in her hands, then passing it to Mandy. "Mandy, since you're there
already, you take her upper body, I'll take her middle. J, you take the
lower body." I had no objections, so we all took our stations and began.
Alice was in heaven. Still a little lightheaded from the sex earlier, having
three people fawning over her, rubbing and caressing her scantily clad body,
stroking and teasing her in all the right places... she was having a ball.
I had massaged her thighs and calves, and was working on her tender ticklish
feet again, when she started kicking. Sandy and Mandy had started to tickle
her, gently and sensuously, but tickling nonetheless. Alice started giggling
and wiggling around. "Hey, simmer down, Alice," I said, stroking her arch
myself, making her shriek, "you're getting all tense again. We'll have to
start all over again if you keep this up."
I lovingly tickled and teased her soles again, for the better part of an
hour, all the while her two lovers worked her sweet body over like pros.
I didn't notice exactly when they'd removed her T-shirt, but soon enough
she was toples, wearing only a pair of panties now. My own excitement and
anxiousness went off the scale, and unthinkingly, I began stroking and
tickling her wiggling spasming toes, sending her arousal even higher. I
caught myself just before things got too intense, and. blushing, told the
girls that Alice seemed loose enough now, and that they could take over by
themselves.
Yeah, I know. Wuss. Yellow-belly. Dork. Add in your own name to the list.
Ah, but wait it gets WORSE!
Panting softly, a bit on edge, I went back to Lynda and told about what
was going on. She, herself, was a bit heated, from listening to us, and
from my telling of the details. It was a few days past her period now,
(it was Friday, if you're keeping track) so we figured we might as well
head to our bedroom and follow suit. Just as we turned to go, Sandy came
outside again, looking flushed and breathless. A big grin was stuck on
her face as well, and I noticed idly that she was barefoot... and that her
toes were wet.
"Hey, guys, where ya going?" she asked.
"Well, seeing as how you guys are so... involved for the moment," I said
with a chuckle, "Lynda and I thought we'd go turn in and have a little fun
ourselves."
Then she said the words that will no doubt haunt me for the rest of my life.
"Hey, why don't you two come in here and join us? Make it all one big
sexual party?" She grinned and leaned close whispering, "Here's your chance,
J. I know you've been wanting to for a while. What do ya say? One time only
offer."
Now you HAVE to realize my positon here! I had had sex on Monday a few
times. On tuesday, Lynda had her period, and so other than tickling her
silly, and taking her once or twice from behind, I had had no more sexual
experience. Add to it that Sandy and Alice were bi-sexual, and Mandy, who
didn't like me all that well, was gay, all three were lovers, and that my
intention of coming to Texas in the first place was to spend the week with
Lynda and Lynda alone... well, I looked at Lynda, and she looked at me, and
I sighed.
"Thanks, but no thanks," I said wearily. "I... don't think I'm up to it.
I'm not in your league, Sandy. But have fun anyway. I wanna know all the
details later."
"Okay. Suit yourself." Then she went back inside.
So, Lynda and I went back to her bedroom and we fucked like rabbits. I
tied her up and tickled her silly. We even explored a bit of D/s, which
I became highly addicted to for all my other sexual adventures. Needless
to say, it was a pretty good night. Saturday morning, it was time to say
goodbye. We bid Alice, Sandy, Mandy, and James farewell, and they drove
on back home. My plane was scheduled to leave that afternoon, so I also
packed up. Lynda and I showered together, had some more sex, some more
tickling, and then we traveled to the airport. Along the way, I commented
about Sandy's offer.
"I'm sorry about that, last night, yanno," I said as I walked towards the
baggage booth. "I have to admit, though, I was curious. Under other
circumstances, I might have taken her up on her offer, yanno... if for
no other reason than the experience." I blushed. "Sorry, if that offends
you... but I just thought I should be honest."
She blinked at me. Then her mouth dropped open. "You mean... you wanted to
go, too?"
Too??? "You mean, YOU wanted to go?" I asked, incredulously.
"Hell yes!" Lynda replied. "Those three girls were sexier than hell! I'm
bi-sexual, too, you know." Which, of course, I didn't know, until then.
"I was actually kind of jealous at all the time you were all spending
together. I had hoped they would shower a little attention on me as well.
I didn't say anything to their offer because I thought YOU didn't want to."
"But..." I said, "I turned them down because I thought YOU didn't want to,
that it would offend you, or upset you, me spending time with them instead
of you!"
We laughed about it. Oppertunities lost because of the breakdown of
communication. Still, all in all, it had been a great trip. I'd taken a
lot of pictures, which I still take out now and again to remind of that
time. Finally, my flight was announced. I hugged her tight and kissed her
gently. Then we said our goodbyes.
I see her now and again online, in the chatrooms. As I said, she had moved
on, and has someone special. She moved away from the house where we met,
however. Still, I'll never forget the fun times we shared.
(Once again, names changed to protect the ticklish...)
This is what we call a 'three-for-one sale at the bakery'.
Heya. I mentioned in a previous story that while visiting my very sexy,
very ticklish friend Lynda in Texas, I got the chance to meet up with yet
another friend of mine from the online chat community that happened to live
there. This friend's name was 'Sandy', and she was also very ticklish, but
she wasn't exactly enthusiastic about being tickled. She was a very thin,
skinny, lanky girl, a few years younger than me, about 22 or 23 at the time.
(I was 27, as stated before) Sandy had long brown hair, deep brown eyes,
and the demeanor of a rabid animal when she got pissed off. Of course, we
were pals, so around me, she was all sweetness and sugar, but I've heard
stories. (smirk)
Sandy was also a lesbian. Actually, she IS a lesbian, although at the time
she considered herself bi, leaning more towards women. I emphasize the BI
part, because at this little get together, she and her friends made me
and Lynda an offer... to join in and have one huge erotic orgy. I was one
of her closest friends, having gone through a lot together over the years,
and of all the guys she knew, I was probably one of the only ones she would
have consented to have sex with. Believe me when I say I felt honoroed,
and lustful at the idea. For one thing, how many lesbian friends do you know
are close enough and intimately connected enough to even CONSIDER being with
you that way? But again, I'm getting ahead of myself.
My week at Lynda's place started on Monday. You know how THAT day turned
out. Tuesday, as stated before, Lynda got her period. You can GUESS how
that day turned out. Wednesday, Sandy arrived. We all hugged and kissed
cheeks and such, and made a big ta-do over having her there. Lynday took
us to the mall, and the beach, and other places, where the three of us
just hung out a lot. When we got back home, I offered Sandy the massage
treatment I was famous on the net for now, but she declined.
"Come on," I persisted, "At least let me give you a foot massage."
Sandy rolled her eyes. "And now we come to it," she said chuckling. "This
is what you were after all along, J."
What could I say? Sandy had this thing about her feet. I dunno if it was
her style, or just a statement of rebellion, or even the lesian thing,
but she tended to dress in all black, complete with black motorcycle boots.
She was a lovely girl, cute in a pixish sort of way (not that I'd ever tell
her so to her face if I expected to keep her teeth) but she tried to
exude this tough, get-out-of-my-face attitude. Unfortunately, I knew her
secret, that her feet were 1000% ticklish, and the boots were as much for
protection as for a statement.
Sandy was another one of my little 'converts' to the world of erotic
tickling. But her latest girlfriend... or I should say, girlfriendS, plural,
as she was in a special three-way relationship with two other girls, all
of whom shared equally without (MUCH) jealousy. Girlfriend number one,
Mindy, absolutely HATED tickling, and being tickled, much like Sandy, but
girlfriend number two, Alice, was different. She LOVED to be tickled,
though she couldn't stand it for very long. Like Lynda, she was sexually
charged by it, very much so, especially when her cute pudgy little toes
were tickled. Sandy, thanks to my constant talks and Alice's enthusiasm,
discovered that she, too, became sexually excited when tickled a certain
way by someone she felt intimate with, even though most of the time it
was pure hell for her. So, grudgingly, I convinced her that, if we ever
had the chance to meet in RL, she would let me tickle her feet, and anywhere
else on her body I liked... as long as it wasn't sexual.
Oh well. I would take what I could get. Persuading her to remove her boots,
I then removed her socks, and slid her feet into my lap. Sandy had long,
narrow feet, with long slender toes. Cute feet, actually, and though she
assrted strenuously that she didn't care one whit about her feet, or
anything, she obviously took good care of them. Or perhaps, Alice, who
loved to tease and tickle her, took care of them for her. At any rate,
her soles were flawless, without trace of corns or calluses, and her skin
was soft as silk. I tickled her soft soles gently for a bit, but she only
grimaced. My shortly trimmed nails were too much for her untra-soft soles,
fine for tickling Lynda, but not gentle enough for these buttery soles.
I then reached for one of my 'tools of the trade' a small clean Q-tip. Ah,
NOW I hit paydirt. The slight touch against her creamy white sole with
the soft cotton tip sent her into hysterics. She giggled, and yanked hard
on her foot, trying to get free. I held her still, stroking the Q-tip
along her arch, and up under the curls of her wildly wiggling toes, when
she mustered all of her strength and pulled away. "NOO! NO MORE! NO TICKLING
J! I meant it!"
It had lasted maybe fifteen seconds at the most. "Oh come on, that was just
the warm up. Slide your legs back out here."
She refused, threatening me bodily injury if I dared to use the Q-tip on
her again... and while I knew she was only half-serious, that half was
more than enough to convince me. So, giving her my word, I promised to
only massage her feet.. unless she changed her mind later on. She put
her feet back into my lap, and I proceeded to massage them. I know what
yer thinking... anyone else in my position, with her feet back in their
lap, would have welched on the promise, grabbed and held on tight, and
tickled the ever-loving SHIT out of her ulta-soft bare soles. Well, I was
a lot of things, but I wasn't dishonest. I kept my word, and all too soon
I had her MELTING in my hands, nearly zoming out as I massaged her into
oblivion.
Fast forward a bit. After another day of sight-seeing and quality time with
my two lovely ladies, the doorbell rang. Sandy, all excited, ran to the
door, and sure enough, it was her friends. See, she'd told Lynda and I
about her two lovers, and had asked if they could stop by to visit as
well. Lynda lived in this great big house with her roommate, who was out
of town visiting relatives for the week, so she said, "Sure, why not? The
more, the merrier." So, there we were, a house of six now: Lynda, myself,
Sandy, Alice, Mindy, and their friend, a guy named James that had driven
them here. He was their pal as well, a little bit younger than them, but
an all around great guy. James was ALSO, like myself until that week, a
virgin... but Mandy, Alice, and Sandy had had a little surprise for him.
"We're gonna take your 'cherry', James," they announced, to his, and our,
surprise. Kinda like Lynda and me, they'd talked about it for a while,
kinda joked about it, but had decided, as a special gift to their special
friend, that Alice, the bi-sexual one of the group, would be more than
willing to do it. Sandy and Mindy had slight reservations, but he was
their friend as well, and if I was the only man Sandy would have willing
been with, James was probably a close second on her list.
I got to tickle Mandy, but only briefly. As I said before, she was very
ticklish, especially on her feet, but absolutely, positively HATED to be
tickled. Heck, she HATED to be touched at all, by a man. She didn't hate
me or anything, but it was clear that Alice, James, and Sandy liked me,
while she merely tolerated my presence. Still, knowing my deep interest,
Sandy told them about my tickling her like crazy the day before. Alice,
who LIKED tickling, commented slyly that Mandy was the most ticklish of
the three. Mandy, knowing what was up, tried to back away, but the other
two grabbed her and held her down.
"Quick, J, get her feet!" Sandy yelled, ripping off her shoes, holding
Mandy's violently kicking legs as tight as she could. "Don't forget her
underarms," Alice replied from her place above, holding Mandy down by her
arms. Grinning, I sat down next to her and casually explored her open
ticklish body, from soles to underarms. And oh, how she screamed and
screamed, not even making it to laughter, just thrashing and screaming as
if I were burning her with hot coals. She grew desperate when I moved back
to her feet again. She resorted to biting and kicking, and finally Alice
and Sandy had enough abuse, letting her go. Mandy ran, grabbing her shoes,
and hid in her room for the next few hours.
We all spent the next day at the beach. Alice and I spent a lot of time
together, talking, chatting about this and that. We really hit it off. We
even compared notea bout Sandy, as I'd known her even longer than she and
Mandy had. I learned all about Sandy's weakness for having her toes sucked
on, as well as getting Alice to admit to her OWN weaknes for it. "It just
drives me CRAZY," she said with a giggle. "Just having them tickled, or
stroked, is bad enough... but when Sandy licks them with that... mmmmm...
devilishly talented tongue of hers... it just drives me through the roof!"
"Reeeaally?" I said with a sneer. I tickled her ribs a bit, and goosed her
ribs, making her laugh. She ran, and I followed, wading into the water a
bit, splashing and teasing one another. The others were a bit further out,
but I never really liked the water much, and Alice didn't swim. After
getting our fill of the surf, we moved back inland, where Alice, shyly,
asked me to bury her in the sand. Of course, I agreed, and I soon had her
covered up pretty nicely, with her head sticking out one end, and her
feet sticking out the other. The others came over to see what I was doing,
and decided to join in, piling sand on her, sitting on the pile to keep it
in place. I, meanwhile, had busied myself, teasing and tickling her
vulnerable bare feet, which began to wiggle and flex like crazy.
"HAHAHAHAHAHA!! NOOO NOOO STOOP!! #EEEEEKK!! HAHAHAHAHA NOOO STOP TICKLING
MEE!! I CAN'T TAKE IT!!" she screamed and laughed, trying desperately to
break free. I don't know about everything she, Mindy, and Sandy did, in
sex, but I don't think being bound helpless while being teased was a new
experience for her. With remarkable strength and dexterity, Alice managed
to break out of her sandtrap, tossing Sandy off into the dirt, sending
Mandy and James to the ground as well, and unintentionally kicking me in
the face, as she sprang free. "Oh, God, I thought I was gonna die," she
said after calming back down. We all chuckled at her.
It was evening when we headed back for home. The car was a bit crowded with
the six of us, and Alice sat in my lap in the back seat as we rode along.
Grinning, sharing a moment, I slipped my hand around her waist, tickling
and massaging her a bit, making her giggle and sigh. Then, she leaned
forward and whispered in my ear, "Don't forget my feet, J." With that little
reminder, my hands slid down to her ankle, removing the canvas shoe, and
capturing her soft ticklish foot again. With all the people there in that
tiny space, I didn't want to go for an all-out attack, particularly with
her violent reaction before in the sand, so I began a soft, gentle tickling.
She giggled, then giggled more, not quite laughing unrestrained, but
finding it harder and harder to keep control of herself. I worked her sweet
sole, long as Sandy's but not so thin and slender, stroking the soft, meaty
part of her instep, which really made her wiggle. I then moved my tickling
up to her toes, tickling the gentle undercurl, and probing light in between.
Her laughter changed suddenly, and earned a more breathy quality. She bit
her lip and leaned forward again, whispering softly, "Pleeeasee... stop,
J, please... don't tickle me there...hehehee... ohhhh... keep that up...
a few more seconds.... and you'll make... mmmmmm... make me cummm..."
Oh, what to do, what to do. Looking back now, I *KNOW* exactly whatto do,
but back then, still somewhat shy, with my ONLY sexual experience three
days old, I relented. She sighed, slowly regaining control of herself, and
I did the same. We entered the house, where the three girls and James
disappeared back into their room. A lot of giggling and sighing came
forth a while later, while Lynda and I merely smirked, speculating all too
well on what was taking place.
Lynda and I were sitting there, watching TV, when the door opened. Sandy
gestured me over, and said that Alice was a bit uptight and needed a good
massage before they could continue. And seeing that massages were my
specialty... anxious, a bit nervous, I entered the room. Alice was lying
on the bed, Mandy sitting beside her, kissing her. James was nowhere to
be seen, so I assumed he had received his 'gift' and gone into the other
room to recuperate a bit. All the girls were in their underwear, but
didn't seem to be in any embarrassed at having me there, in fact they all
seemed in very good spirits.
"We'll ALL massage Alice," Sandy declared, taking the oil from me, rubbing
it in her hands, then passing it to Mandy. "Mandy, since you're there
already, you take her upper body, I'll take her middle. J, you take the
lower body." I had no objections, so we all took our stations and began.
Alice was in heaven. Still a little lightheaded from the sex earlier, having
three people fawning over her, rubbing and caressing her scantily clad body,
stroking and teasing her in all the right places... she was having a ball.
I had massaged her thighs and calves, and was working on her tender ticklish
feet again, when she started kicking. Sandy and Mandy had started to tickle
her, gently and sensuously, but tickling nonetheless. Alice started giggling
and wiggling around. "Hey, simmer down, Alice," I said, stroking her arch
myself, making her shriek, "you're getting all tense again. We'll have to
start all over again if you keep this up."
I lovingly tickled and teased her soles again, for the better part of an
hour, all the while her two lovers worked her sweet body over like pros.
I didn't notice exactly when they'd removed her T-shirt, but soon enough
she was toples, wearing only a pair of panties now. My own excitement and
anxiousness went off the scale, and unthinkingly, I began stroking and
tickling her wiggling spasming toes, sending her arousal even higher. I
caught myself just before things got too intense, and. blushing, told the
girls that Alice seemed loose enough now, and that they could take over by
themselves.
Yeah, I know. Wuss. Yellow-belly. Dork. Add in your own name to the list.
Ah, but wait it gets WORSE!
Panting softly, a bit on edge, I went back to Lynda and told about what
was going on. She, herself, was a bit heated, from listening to us, and
from my telling of the details. It was a few days past her period now,
(it was Friday, if you're keeping track) so we figured we might as well
head to our bedroom and follow suit. Just as we turned to go, Sandy came
outside again, looking flushed and breathless. A big grin was stuck on
her face as well, and I noticed idly that she was barefoot... and that her
toes were wet.
"Hey, guys, where ya going?" she asked.
"Well, seeing as how you guys are so... involved for the moment," I said
with a chuckle, "Lynda and I thought we'd go turn in and have a little fun
ourselves."
Then she said the words that will no doubt haunt me for the rest of my life.
"Hey, why don't you two come in here and join us? Make it all one big
sexual party?" She grinned and leaned close whispering, "Here's your chance,
J. I know you've been wanting to for a while. What do ya say? One time only
offer."
Now you HAVE to realize my positon here! I had had sex on Monday a few
times. On tuesday, Lynda had her period, and so other than tickling her
silly, and taking her once or twice from behind, I had had no more sexual
experience. Add to it that Sandy and Alice were bi-sexual, and Mandy, who
didn't like me all that well, was gay, all three were lovers, and that my
intention of coming to Texas in the first place was to spend the week with
Lynda and Lynda alone... well, I looked at Lynda, and she looked at me, and
I sighed.
"Thanks, but no thanks," I said wearily. "I... don't think I'm up to it.
I'm not in your league, Sandy. But have fun anyway. I wanna know all the
details later."
"Okay. Suit yourself." Then she went back inside.
So, Lynda and I went back to her bedroom and we fucked like rabbits. I
tied her up and tickled her silly. We even explored a bit of D/s, which
I became highly addicted to for all my other sexual adventures. Needless
to say, it was a pretty good night. Saturday morning, it was time to say
goodbye. We bid Alice, Sandy, Mandy, and James farewell, and they drove
on back home. My plane was scheduled to leave that afternoon, so I also
packed up. Lynda and I showered together, had some more sex, some more
tickling, and then we traveled to the airport. Along the way, I commented
about Sandy's offer.
"I'm sorry about that, last night, yanno," I said as I walked towards the
baggage booth. "I have to admit, though, I was curious. Under other
circumstances, I might have taken her up on her offer, yanno... if for
no other reason than the experience." I blushed. "Sorry, if that offends
you... but I just thought I should be honest."
She blinked at me. Then her mouth dropped open. "You mean... you wanted to
go, too?"
Too??? "You mean, YOU wanted to go?" I asked, incredulously.
"Hell yes!" Lynda replied. "Those three girls were sexier than hell! I'm
bi-sexual, too, you know." Which, of course, I didn't know, until then.
"I was actually kind of jealous at all the time you were all spending
together. I had hoped they would shower a little attention on me as well.
I didn't say anything to their offer because I thought YOU didn't want to."
"But..." I said, "I turned them down because I thought YOU didn't want to,
that it would offend you, or upset you, me spending time with them instead
of you!"
We laughed about it. Oppertunities lost because of the breakdown of
communication. Still, all in all, it had been a great trip. I'd taken a
lot of pictures, which I still take out now and again to remind of that
time. Finally, my flight was announced. I hugged her tight and kissed her
gently. Then we said our goodbyes.
I see her now and again online, in the chatrooms. As I said, she had moved
on, and has someone special. She moved away from the house where we met,
however. Still, I'll never forget the fun times we shared.
