[Based on real life events]
So my last confrontation had been an attempt to impress Becky by annihilating Kyle in our hap hazard "wrestling" sessions that we did in those days, and ended with me being totally humiliated in front of her.
He had turned out to be a total shark He knew exactly what he was doing, he found out I was ticklish and used it to his full advantage, and in the course of my trying to look awesome in front of Becky, I ended up having my feet tickled until I couldn't stand it, I had to hold my arms up and let him tickle my pits just to give my feet a break, BEGGING him to pin me and put me out of my misery, and having this guy present my bare feet to everyone in the room so they could all get their turn tickle torturing me.
In the end, he did pin me, by sitting on my arms and letting everyone in the room gang tickle me while he gave me a SLOW 20 count!
The entire population of my living room had their way with my neck, armpits, ribs, stomach, sides, thighs, feet, and behind my knees, and I was too exhausted to even beg. I just had to take it until the 20 seconds were up, and when they were, my torture was finally over.
I pretty much just laid right where they left me, panting and trying to get over my aftershock giggles Kyle, the guy who destroyed me, patted me on the chest and sarcastically congratulated me for a great match. The room began to disperse, all except for Becky who, I noticed, was staring lovingly and longingly at my defeated state.
Becky was kind of a girly girl, very different from the other females that I hung out with; and it was clear that she found my ordeal adorable, and that the sight of a guy being reduced to a giggling, begging, exhausted mess was a trigger for her. I'm not sure she had ever realized it before, but she definitely knew it now.
She sat there staring at me for a long time while I giggled and groaned and gasped to get my breath back, occasionally saying things like "You're so cute!" or "You're so ticklish!"
It seemed that I had won her attention after all, I just had to get my ass kicked to do it.
For the next week I gave them a hard time over what they did to me, using the word "cheating" probably more than I should have. Their only response was that "I" had set the "pin only" rules, it was anything goes, and that I should have been more careful about who I fought and not charge headlong into a situation I wasn't ready for. I couldn't argue with that.
Becky, on the other hand started making overtures about going against me next time, but had reservations; she, unlike Kyle was just as ticklish as I was and, while she expressed s nervousness about ending up like me, it was clear that a part of her felt that that wouldn't be the worst thing in the world.
Suffice it to say that she eventually agreed that she and I would face each other. It was a little unusual for these things to be so planned out, they usually happened spontaneously, and it was even more unusual and thrilling to know before hand that we were probably going to end up tickling each other. that also usually happened spontaneously as in my last encounter.
All the people from the last encounter were present and so were the new people who, this time, decided that the activities in the living room were more interesting than playing cards.
I was barefoot and shirtless, wearing only my trusty pair of black shorts that I sported during the hotter months of the summer. thinking only of functionality, I just didn't seem to see the flaw in showing up to a tickle fight with no shirt and barefoot.
Becky on the other hand wore sock and shoes, shorts and a purple tank top with a matching sports bra. I knew as I looked her up and down that getting her shoes and socks off would have to be my priority, she didn't seem to care about her upper torso (though I would make sure she would), and went to great lengths to cover up her feet.
Somebody said "go" and I lunged right at her.
Becky was very short, about 5'2, and so I think I underestimated how quick she would be. She dodged me with no problem . I also misjudged her ambition; she grabbed me forcefully and wrapped her legs around my stomach in no time. She was a lot stronger than I imagined, and she was actually determined to win.
She instinctively squeezed my stomach a little and I groaned.
"Oh, sorry." she said, and eased up.
I kind of laughed.
"You don't need to be sorry, that's kind of the point."
The other people chuckled at her niceness and she just grinned.
"Okay" she said in that bubbly little voice she had, and poured on the pressure. I groaned and started patting her legs without even thinking about it and that got her really excited!
"Are you taping out?!" she exclaimed joyfully. I gritted my teeth ad shook my head. I started trying to pry her legs apart but she was able to grab my wrists and pull my arms up while she continued to squeeze. I laid there, pretty much helpless, grunting and groaning and trying to take it. This went on for a little while when suddenly I felt her shift her weight and before I knew it, she had pulled my arms up and sat on them.
*Oh shit* I thought.
She knew she had her chance, her body scissor had taken a lot out of me and my struggling wasn't doing any good at the moment. She looked down at me, my upper torso completely on display; she had never had a guy totally at her mercy before and as she looked down at my helplessness, her eyes seemed to say "I can't believe this is happening!".
With a little nervous giggle she started poking at my ribs and although she knew damn well the answer, she asked "are you ticklish?"
I started my torrent of "khehehehehehehe" that I lapse into whenever somebody gets my sides, neck or ribs. It's one of those undignified giggles that I try to hold back, which only makes it worse!
She was in absolute heaven and started kneading and being a little more rough and hap hazard. I could tell she had never done this before. she poked, skittered and kneaded randomly here and there, my sides, then my armpits, then my stomach, never staying in one place long enough for me to really suffer.
Nevertheless I did giggle uncontrollably which caused her to swoon over me "you're so ticklish!" she skittered her fingers just under my armpits for a little bit and then in towards my chest. I don't know I this was deliberate or unconscious but she ended up tickling her fingers over my nipples...
And I MOANED!
Apparently she was expecting me to laugh, but a few seconds of my moaning and groaning, and apparently noticing the growing "wardrobe malfunction" in my shorts and she stopped cold, patted me on the chest and apologetically said "Oh sorry!"
Looking down toward the noticeable tent in my shorts she let out a nervous giggle and exclaimed "Oh I think he likes that."
the rest of the room laughed and I began to feel the full weight of just how embarrassing my situation was and started to actually struggle. Becky was able to control me, and a few seconds on my armpits and I was stuck once again.
That's when I heard Shannon (one of the new girls) telling her: "pinch his nipples!"
I instinctively cried out "No!" but Becky, once again remembered that this was a "competition". She giggled nervously and said "okay". And with a grin she started rubbing, tweaking and pinching my nipples.
I was GONE!
I let out a torrent of protests and demands for her not to do that, all of which got ignored and all of which got a big laugh from the spectators.
In the back of my mind I knew I would have to get Shannon back for this.
I writhed under Becky as she worked my nipples, incorporating my ribs and armpits into the torture which had my looking up at her big green eyes and babbling incoherently Something about how that was too much and I couldn't take it, but all that came out was random, giggled out begging.
She loved every minute of it! Especially the observations by the crowd of how hard I was getting. I growled through my teeth (and giggles) at the occasional "hey Becky, somebody likes you!" or "Wow he REALLY likes that!"
All of this public humiliation was no accident, she loved the power she had over me, and though it wasn't at all mean spirited, the spectators never ceased their teasing me over the tent in my shorts.
Eventually I got desperate enough to try lifting my legs and trying to grapple her with them. and it was at that point that I really regretted going barefoot.
Of course she grabbed my legs and now held me in a "matchbook" pin. Immediately, she crossed my legs and again, asked (as if she didn't know), Are your feet ticklish?
She giggled and started skittering her fingers all over my feet. I was immediately in hysterics! I thrashed around, which only made her intensify the tickling on my feet, but I did manage to get her off balance. I ended up somehow getting out of the whole thing and kneeling in front of her.
In one motion I faked her out, and this time 'she' found her self being grappled by my legs. I didn't apply any pressure though, just held her. She started playing with my feet and I knew I had to think of a hold fast, so I got her in a sort of half nelson and grappled her to the floor.
At that point I thought, why not just do exactly what she did to me? so I pulled her arms up and sat on them.
She struggled and looked up at me, a little nervous twinkle in her eye she had never been in a situation like this before and I could tell that she was as nervous as she was excited.
I traced two fingers along her arms down to her sides and said "Now where should I start with you?"
She squealed!
I grinned a somewhat evil grin as I reached down and pulled her tank top over her cute little stomach. she was already panicking. With the same delicious grin I started working my fingers over her stomach, tracing the edges of her belly button while I was at it.
What followed was the most youthful belly laugh I had ever heard, and the first time I had ever actually heard a girl say:
"Oh my gahahahahawd STAHAHAWP!"
This only added fuel to my fire. I was going to make her first match one to remember.
Her small frame made it very easy to access her tickle spots and I found my self wiggling a single finer up and down both of her sides, putting out as little effort as possible, and getting the maximum effect.
Again: 'OH MY GAHAHAHAHAAHWD! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAH"
I moved up and starter walking my fingers up her ribs. She let out this desperate little "Uh! Uh!" and looked down at my hands, as if that would help it. Of course it didn't, and her adorable giggle fest continued.
I worked my way to her armpits and stopped.
Looking down at her I realized how vulnerable her breasts were. Her stretched out frame made them even more so, and I could see her little nipples pressed against her bra and tank top.
Apparently she knew exactly what I was thinking because she looked up at me, this priceless look of submission on her face and said:
"No! Not that!"
I just grinned
"Hey, you weren't gentle with mine"
with that I started pinching and tweaking her nipples just like she had done to me (lightly of course, I didn't want to hurt her, just humiliate her a little bit)
Her reaction was even more audible than mine! a stream of "OOOOOOOOOH!" poured from her mouth and an occasional little "unh!" escaping from her.
I was in heaven. I worked her nipples over for a few minutes and all the while she cooed and groaned under me. At the very last I started intermittently pinching them, being just a little bit rough, (hey, she did it to me!), And with every pinch she let out a "OW! UH! AH!" She started bucking her hips while I ignored all of her little yelps of protest.
Eventually I went to the "one nipple one armpit" strategy which had her DYING. She let out a steady "OOOOOOOOHO-HO-HO-HO" Not knowing weather she wanted to laugh or groan.
I switched nipples and armpits for a little while longer letting her writhe under me. After a while her giggles and groans turned into a breathy little groan of "ohyeah"
I looked at the spectators and realized that they were all gaping in utter shock. It was like they were watching a porno! Looking back down I realized how much Becky was enjoying it, and what's more, that "I" was enjoying it. The bulge in my shorts was practically inches from her face and she sounded positively post coital! I fantasized about the possibilities for a second or two before deciding that this was getting a little too heavy. I hated to leave her hanging (or me for that matter), but I hadn't intended to make her this much of a spectacle.
And so, using her distracted state against her I shifted around, rolled her onto her stomach and sat on her thighs. She was in no condition to fight back or protest, hell; I wasn't even sure she was on this planet anymore =P
All of that changed when she felt me take off her shoes!
"No! Kevin! No my feet! my feet are off limits!"
I just laughed at her.
"Nothing's off limits hon, it's anything goes"
I popped one shoe off and then the other. Her rainbow socks did nothing to detract from my obvious erection.
"No! Please! My feet are too ticklish!"
She squeaked in panic as I started pulling her socks off
"Do you submit?"
She let out a squeal as if to say "I don't want to submit but I don't think I can take what's coming!"
"nooooooOOOOOAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH AA" "OW MY GAHAHAHAHAHAWD STOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOWAP!"
Her feet were so tiny, so easy to get every ticklish spot quickly! I ran my fingers over her bare soles, when I got to the balls of her feet she started gasping like she had the hiccups
"oooh, that's a bad spot" I said sadistically and roughly ran my nails back and forth over the ball of her foot.
she went CRAZY and started thrashing around like an animal! I actually kind of felt sorry for her.
"Tap out and I'll stop" I insisted, figuring she probably couldn't talk very well.
Her reaction was instant, she started POUNDING the floor as she continued writhing from the torture I was dishing out on her feet. I kept tickling her for a few seconds longer just to rub it in and in unison with my tickling exclaimed:
"I win!"
I got off her and she started rubbing her feet while getting over her aftershock giggles. It was adorable, and actually pretty sexy!
The audience was still pretty stunned from how hot and heavy things had gotten but Becky's histrionics over my tickling her bare feet had put a little bit of levity back into the mood.
As soon as she had a chance to recover I asked her if she was okay with everything that had happened, I was a little nervous about the, pretty much blatant orgasm denial play, but to my relief she said that it was really fun, and that we has to have a rematch!
By the end of that next week she and I were dating and many of our encounters ended up having a "tag team" element to them.
But that....
Is a another story.
Feedback is appreciated -
More to come!
So my last confrontation had been an attempt to impress Becky by annihilating Kyle in our hap hazard "wrestling" sessions that we did in those days, and ended with me being totally humiliated in front of her.
He had turned out to be a total shark He knew exactly what he was doing, he found out I was ticklish and used it to his full advantage, and in the course of my trying to look awesome in front of Becky, I ended up having my feet tickled until I couldn't stand it, I had to hold my arms up and let him tickle my pits just to give my feet a break, BEGGING him to pin me and put me out of my misery, and having this guy present my bare feet to everyone in the room so they could all get their turn tickle torturing me.
In the end, he did pin me, by sitting on my arms and letting everyone in the room gang tickle me while he gave me a SLOW 20 count!
The entire population of my living room had their way with my neck, armpits, ribs, stomach, sides, thighs, feet, and behind my knees, and I was too exhausted to even beg. I just had to take it until the 20 seconds were up, and when they were, my torture was finally over.
I pretty much just laid right where they left me, panting and trying to get over my aftershock giggles Kyle, the guy who destroyed me, patted me on the chest and sarcastically congratulated me for a great match. The room began to disperse, all except for Becky who, I noticed, was staring lovingly and longingly at my defeated state.
Becky was kind of a girly girl, very different from the other females that I hung out with; and it was clear that she found my ordeal adorable, and that the sight of a guy being reduced to a giggling, begging, exhausted mess was a trigger for her. I'm not sure she had ever realized it before, but she definitely knew it now.
She sat there staring at me for a long time while I giggled and groaned and gasped to get my breath back, occasionally saying things like "You're so cute!" or "You're so ticklish!"
It seemed that I had won her attention after all, I just had to get my ass kicked to do it.
For the next week I gave them a hard time over what they did to me, using the word "cheating" probably more than I should have. Their only response was that "I" had set the "pin only" rules, it was anything goes, and that I should have been more careful about who I fought and not charge headlong into a situation I wasn't ready for. I couldn't argue with that.
Becky, on the other hand started making overtures about going against me next time, but had reservations; she, unlike Kyle was just as ticklish as I was and, while she expressed s nervousness about ending up like me, it was clear that a part of her felt that that wouldn't be the worst thing in the world.
Suffice it to say that she eventually agreed that she and I would face each other. It was a little unusual for these things to be so planned out, they usually happened spontaneously, and it was even more unusual and thrilling to know before hand that we were probably going to end up tickling each other. that also usually happened spontaneously as in my last encounter.
All the people from the last encounter were present and so were the new people who, this time, decided that the activities in the living room were more interesting than playing cards.
I was barefoot and shirtless, wearing only my trusty pair of black shorts that I sported during the hotter months of the summer. thinking only of functionality, I just didn't seem to see the flaw in showing up to a tickle fight with no shirt and barefoot.
Becky on the other hand wore sock and shoes, shorts and a purple tank top with a matching sports bra. I knew as I looked her up and down that getting her shoes and socks off would have to be my priority, she didn't seem to care about her upper torso (though I would make sure she would), and went to great lengths to cover up her feet.
Somebody said "go" and I lunged right at her.
Becky was very short, about 5'2, and so I think I underestimated how quick she would be. She dodged me with no problem . I also misjudged her ambition; she grabbed me forcefully and wrapped her legs around my stomach in no time. She was a lot stronger than I imagined, and she was actually determined to win.
She instinctively squeezed my stomach a little and I groaned.
"Oh, sorry." she said, and eased up.
I kind of laughed.
"You don't need to be sorry, that's kind of the point."
The other people chuckled at her niceness and she just grinned.
"Okay" she said in that bubbly little voice she had, and poured on the pressure. I groaned and started patting her legs without even thinking about it and that got her really excited!
"Are you taping out?!" she exclaimed joyfully. I gritted my teeth ad shook my head. I started trying to pry her legs apart but she was able to grab my wrists and pull my arms up while she continued to squeeze. I laid there, pretty much helpless, grunting and groaning and trying to take it. This went on for a little while when suddenly I felt her shift her weight and before I knew it, she had pulled my arms up and sat on them.
*Oh shit* I thought.
She knew she had her chance, her body scissor had taken a lot out of me and my struggling wasn't doing any good at the moment. She looked down at me, my upper torso completely on display; she had never had a guy totally at her mercy before and as she looked down at my helplessness, her eyes seemed to say "I can't believe this is happening!".
With a little nervous giggle she started poking at my ribs and although she knew damn well the answer, she asked "are you ticklish?"
I started my torrent of "khehehehehehehe" that I lapse into whenever somebody gets my sides, neck or ribs. It's one of those undignified giggles that I try to hold back, which only makes it worse!
She was in absolute heaven and started kneading and being a little more rough and hap hazard. I could tell she had never done this before. she poked, skittered and kneaded randomly here and there, my sides, then my armpits, then my stomach, never staying in one place long enough for me to really suffer.
Nevertheless I did giggle uncontrollably which caused her to swoon over me "you're so ticklish!" she skittered her fingers just under my armpits for a little bit and then in towards my chest. I don't know I this was deliberate or unconscious but she ended up tickling her fingers over my nipples...
And I MOANED!
Apparently she was expecting me to laugh, but a few seconds of my moaning and groaning, and apparently noticing the growing "wardrobe malfunction" in my shorts and she stopped cold, patted me on the chest and apologetically said "Oh sorry!"
Looking down toward the noticeable tent in my shorts she let out a nervous giggle and exclaimed "Oh I think he likes that."
the rest of the room laughed and I began to feel the full weight of just how embarrassing my situation was and started to actually struggle. Becky was able to control me, and a few seconds on my armpits and I was stuck once again.
That's when I heard Shannon (one of the new girls) telling her: "pinch his nipples!"
I instinctively cried out "No!" but Becky, once again remembered that this was a "competition". She giggled nervously and said "okay". And with a grin she started rubbing, tweaking and pinching my nipples.
I was GONE!
I let out a torrent of protests and demands for her not to do that, all of which got ignored and all of which got a big laugh from the spectators.
In the back of my mind I knew I would have to get Shannon back for this.
I writhed under Becky as she worked my nipples, incorporating my ribs and armpits into the torture which had my looking up at her big green eyes and babbling incoherently Something about how that was too much and I couldn't take it, but all that came out was random, giggled out begging.
She loved every minute of it! Especially the observations by the crowd of how hard I was getting. I growled through my teeth (and giggles) at the occasional "hey Becky, somebody likes you!" or "Wow he REALLY likes that!"
All of this public humiliation was no accident, she loved the power she had over me, and though it wasn't at all mean spirited, the spectators never ceased their teasing me over the tent in my shorts.
Eventually I got desperate enough to try lifting my legs and trying to grapple her with them. and it was at that point that I really regretted going barefoot.
Of course she grabbed my legs and now held me in a "matchbook" pin. Immediately, she crossed my legs and again, asked (as if she didn't know), Are your feet ticklish?
She giggled and started skittering her fingers all over my feet. I was immediately in hysterics! I thrashed around, which only made her intensify the tickling on my feet, but I did manage to get her off balance. I ended up somehow getting out of the whole thing and kneeling in front of her.
In one motion I faked her out, and this time 'she' found her self being grappled by my legs. I didn't apply any pressure though, just held her. She started playing with my feet and I knew I had to think of a hold fast, so I got her in a sort of half nelson and grappled her to the floor.
At that point I thought, why not just do exactly what she did to me? so I pulled her arms up and sat on them.
She struggled and looked up at me, a little nervous twinkle in her eye she had never been in a situation like this before and I could tell that she was as nervous as she was excited.
I traced two fingers along her arms down to her sides and said "Now where should I start with you?"
She squealed!
I grinned a somewhat evil grin as I reached down and pulled her tank top over her cute little stomach. she was already panicking. With the same delicious grin I started working my fingers over her stomach, tracing the edges of her belly button while I was at it.
What followed was the most youthful belly laugh I had ever heard, and the first time I had ever actually heard a girl say:
"Oh my gahahahahawd STAHAHAWP!"
This only added fuel to my fire. I was going to make her first match one to remember.
Her small frame made it very easy to access her tickle spots and I found my self wiggling a single finer up and down both of her sides, putting out as little effort as possible, and getting the maximum effect.
Again: 'OH MY GAHAHAHAHAAHWD! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAH"
I moved up and starter walking my fingers up her ribs. She let out this desperate little "Uh! Uh!" and looked down at my hands, as if that would help it. Of course it didn't, and her adorable giggle fest continued.
I worked my way to her armpits and stopped.
Looking down at her I realized how vulnerable her breasts were. Her stretched out frame made them even more so, and I could see her little nipples pressed against her bra and tank top.
Apparently she knew exactly what I was thinking because she looked up at me, this priceless look of submission on her face and said:
"No! Not that!"
I just grinned
"Hey, you weren't gentle with mine"
with that I started pinching and tweaking her nipples just like she had done to me (lightly of course, I didn't want to hurt her, just humiliate her a little bit)
Her reaction was even more audible than mine! a stream of "OOOOOOOOOH!" poured from her mouth and an occasional little "unh!" escaping from her.
I was in heaven. I worked her nipples over for a few minutes and all the while she cooed and groaned under me. At the very last I started intermittently pinching them, being just a little bit rough, (hey, she did it to me!), And with every pinch she let out a "OW! UH! AH!" She started bucking her hips while I ignored all of her little yelps of protest.
Eventually I went to the "one nipple one armpit" strategy which had her DYING. She let out a steady "OOOOOOOOHO-HO-HO-HO" Not knowing weather she wanted to laugh or groan.
I switched nipples and armpits for a little while longer letting her writhe under me. After a while her giggles and groans turned into a breathy little groan of "ohyeah"
I looked at the spectators and realized that they were all gaping in utter shock. It was like they were watching a porno! Looking back down I realized how much Becky was enjoying it, and what's more, that "I" was enjoying it. The bulge in my shorts was practically inches from her face and she sounded positively post coital! I fantasized about the possibilities for a second or two before deciding that this was getting a little too heavy. I hated to leave her hanging (or me for that matter), but I hadn't intended to make her this much of a spectacle.
And so, using her distracted state against her I shifted around, rolled her onto her stomach and sat on her thighs. She was in no condition to fight back or protest, hell; I wasn't even sure she was on this planet anymore =P
All of that changed when she felt me take off her shoes!
"No! Kevin! No my feet! my feet are off limits!"
I just laughed at her.
"Nothing's off limits hon, it's anything goes"
I popped one shoe off and then the other. Her rainbow socks did nothing to detract from my obvious erection.
"No! Please! My feet are too ticklish!"
She squeaked in panic as I started pulling her socks off
"Do you submit?"
She let out a squeal as if to say "I don't want to submit but I don't think I can take what's coming!"
"nooooooOOOOOAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH AA" "OW MY GAHAHAHAHAHAWD STOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOWAP!"
Her feet were so tiny, so easy to get every ticklish spot quickly! I ran my fingers over her bare soles, when I got to the balls of her feet she started gasping like she had the hiccups
"oooh, that's a bad spot" I said sadistically and roughly ran my nails back and forth over the ball of her foot.
she went CRAZY and started thrashing around like an animal! I actually kind of felt sorry for her.
"Tap out and I'll stop" I insisted, figuring she probably couldn't talk very well.
Her reaction was instant, she started POUNDING the floor as she continued writhing from the torture I was dishing out on her feet. I kept tickling her for a few seconds longer just to rub it in and in unison with my tickling exclaimed:
"I win!"
I got off her and she started rubbing her feet while getting over her aftershock giggles. It was adorable, and actually pretty sexy!
The audience was still pretty stunned from how hot and heavy things had gotten but Becky's histrionics over my tickling her bare feet had put a little bit of levity back into the mood.
As soon as she had a chance to recover I asked her if she was okay with everything that had happened, I was a little nervous about the, pretty much blatant orgasm denial play, but to my relief she said that it was really fun, and that we has to have a rematch!
By the end of that next week she and I were dating and many of our encounters ended up having a "tag team" element to them.
But that....
Is a another story.
Feedback is appreciated -
More to come!
