PeterVincentTGVK
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Just started RP-ing with Neurotik again. She definitely deserves most of the credit on this one.
Cleopatra:
A floorboard creaks...cursing it under her breath, she stops completely and listens. Steady breathing...slight snoring...nice. Peeking around the doorway very slowly, seeing his blanket rise and fall, she walks slowly and silently into his room. A rag is gently placed over his face, lightly scented with just enough chloroform to keep him unconscious for a while. Immediately, she goes to his closet and grabs just random clothes...anything will do. A shirt and pants are grabbed. Checking under the blanket, she smirked and went to grab some undies, too. After clothing him like a sleepy child, she wrapped his wrists above his head and secured them to the posts of his headboard. A giggle escapes her lips! Her whole body then slid down his, but the rag is still over his nose and mouth. Wrapping his ankles up separately, she secured them to either post at the foot of his bed...then walked up to his face and removed the rag. It wouldn't be long now...she stood in the corner by the door, waiting...
Antony:
Being drawn in a wild west setting by a group of travelling bandits. I feel the ropes at my ankles and wrists, being tied tight and securely as I await the inevitable race of the horses that threaten to quarter me. I then... Awake from that dream of bondage. I try to get up and realize that I am bound for REAL. Well, that explains the dream. Then panic sets in. Why am I tied? I surely didn't do it in my sleep. Oh my God. Is there a burglar in the house? I fight the urge to be silent. What the fuck!!??
Cleopatra:
A light and airy giggle came from that corner...and the door closed, revealing a very well endowed and curvy woman. As she takes each extra step out of that corner, the light dances on her form to reveal her calf-height orange boots and pink-and-white striped thigh-highs. Bare thighs held her up from there all the way up under her loose and slinky orange and hot pink wavy short skirt. A bare, soft midriff lead up to a ruffle-hemmed hot pink top, low in the front enough to show off her perky cleavage...and bare arms with a ruffle-hemmed glove on each hand, one pink and one orange. Bare neck...looking pretty damn sexy up until the white face is shown, with full pink lips and bright blue eyes behind long orange lashes...same colors as accents for her eyes. Those pouty lips smile as soon as her two-toned pigtails are in the light as well, with the TINY blue hat on her head. Hello, Gabriel.
Antony:
FUCK! A clown. I yank down on my bonds hard, nearly scraping my wrists. A deep seeded fear in me takes over as I struggle to get free. The fact that I was half asleep upon awakening doesn't help my lack of strength. I may as well have been trying to lift a house over my head. Eventually, I stop struggling. I realize that I can't get free. I have been terrified of clowns since I was in 1st grade. Just her standing in the corner of my bedroom is the stuff of nightmares. I don't even know if I would want her close enough to me to untie me. Who...who are you?
Cleopatra:
Her big hot pink nose bounced a little on her face and her head tilted just slightly to one side, curls spilling over her shoulder a little. Her giggle rang out again, this time just a little louder. She stopped as soon as he nearly scraped his wrists, standing still as a metal pole mere feet away from his bed but still out of reach of even the corner post. Her arms fell limp to her sides and she just watched his panic, recognizing it as pure panic. A small, half cute and half sexy voice escaped her. I'm glad I tied you down first, I can tell ya that much! Her blue eyes lit up and smiled on their own, nevermind the big pink grin on her face. Taking a deep breath, she just kinda looked at him merrily...everything about her face screamed happy time! You can call me Bonkers.... She had to snicker at her own name. Happens every time!
Antony:
Bonkers is fucking right! This is completely so! What the fuck are you doing in my home? What do you want, money? I can barely think straight through the combination of my confusion and fear. Please let me go. I feel animal terror growing inside of me and breaking me down, being helpless in front of my worst fear. Please. I can't do this. I can't...
Cleopatra:
She gasped as if her pride were hurt, her left hand coming up to land on her chest. You mean to tell me that this isn't a cute enough outfit for you?? Candidly, she spun in a slow circle, showing him her profile and how short the skirt is, and the back where the skirt stuck out a little more, and her other side profile. She even struck a cute little pose for him, bending her right leg a little, lifting that foot, shrugging her right shoulder some to curve her body just right, blinking her big eyebrows at him lovingly. I like it! She took one slow and sexy stride after another, sticking her hips out in each direction deliberately with each step until she reached his side. Shaking her head and bending at the hips, she showed him a good shot of her cleavage as her breasts almost touched the bed next to him...and she softly whispered. And no, I don't want your money.
Antony:
I watch her little show that she puts on and panic inwardly as she approaches me. I am to terrified to look at her in the eyes. I don't... like... clowns. It never even enters my mind how hot she might be under the make-up. Stitches and Pennywise are racing through my mind as my face goes white. Please let me go.
Cleopatra:
Her darker orange eyebrows come together a little and that cute pink smile got smaller. Awe...you are? I heard! That face changed into happy time again. That's why I'm here! I want to help you, Gabe! She slowly reached out with her left hand, placing it gently and lovingly on his chest...her right hand came back up to her chest, holding one of her breasts back some while the other still hung close to the mattress. Everything will be okay. I'm not like most other clowns...
Antony:
I twitch out of fear as the hand reaches my chest. Is that so? I figure if I play along, she will do as she pleases and leave. How exactly are you going to gulp help me? I can't help but notice her breasts as I am watching her hands.
Cleopatra:
Her bright eyes drink in every expression he makes...the little jump he made, the way his adams apple moved with his gulp...the fear in his eyes. Her blues softened and she blinked slowly, a very caring smile upon her now softened face. I want to show you that there are more to clowns than what you see in those scary movies. Those are Hollywood's clowns! Some demented fuck decides to make them scary and thinks it's funny!! Her eyebrows jumped up with seriousness on her face. I don't like that at all! I'm here to remedy what you've seen before, baby...
Antony:
How is that? I look up from her hand on my chest to her eyes, seeing a very true element of honesty in her. This puts me at ease, at least a little. I can only hope this isn't some kind of trick. I have never had an intruder before and I have no idea how to react to any of this. I breathe in deeply and relax a little bit.
Cleopatra:
Bonkers smiles, a completely trustworthy type of gesture. The fingers on her left hand, the ones resting on his chest, begin curling very slowly as her hand moves down his shirt-covered torso. It stops just above his belly button and moves back up, taking the shirt with it by default. She didn't seem to mind, just letting it happen. Her voice, however...sounded way more playful than her face looked, even with the paint! Oh, I'm here to put a smile on your face, sweetheart. I don't want to scare you! What's the fun in that? Could you tell me that, Gabe babe??
Antony:
My eyes follow her hand as my head peeks down to see my shirt being rolled up. Her smile seems sincere but there is still something very wrong about all of this. Why is she breaking into my house to be nice to me? How do you mean? I ask sheepishly. I still think she is hiding some wicked intent.
Cleopatra:
How do I mean? Her head tilts to her left, some of her curls bouncing against his exposed belly. I mean, what's the fun in scaring people with a character that's supposed to make people laugh? I don't really scream in my laughs...not like I'm being murdered or anything.Those bright eyes twinkled, watching his face. Aaaawwe......you're so cute when you're worried.....
Antony:
My tummy twitches a little bit as the curls dip across it but it doesn't show on my face. No... I mean how are you gonna make me smile. This is all too wierd. I don't think I could find any joke too terribly funny at the moment. I blush at her compliment.
Cleopatra:
A child like giggle escaped her, making her head bounce just enough to drag and tap those curls around your belly button...she didn't even really notice, anyway. At least, not until she looked at his midsection in order to plot where to start! I can tell you that I won't be telling jokes today. That's not all a clown does, ya know! We juuugggllllee.... Idly, that left hand lifts off of him and over the wrinkles in his shirt to join her curls, very lightly wiggling the tips of her silk clad fingers against the area directly above his belly button. We also take hiiits and faaallls.....
Antony:
My tummy twitches more noticeably now almost making me squirm as the finger touch my belly. I look down at the hair and fingers on my tummy with a slight glance of desperation and then focus my stare back at Bonkers. Hey! Don't do that!
Cleopatra:
Don't do what? This? Four fingers touched down above his belly button, mingling with some of her pink-tipped curls and dragging them around with. How about you try to stop me, tiger? That child like giggle came out again, a little louder this time but still innocent enough...right?
Antony:
No! D...don't! I feel something I haven't felt since I was little: A tickle. I squirm a little and try again to pull my wrists out of their bonds to no avail. I look back up into her eyes and hear her somewhat menacing giggle. She knows what she is doing alright. L-look. Just stop, okay. Plehease.
Cleopatra:
But...why? It's fun! Her fingers got a little heavier, digging into his skin just enough to strike a few deeper nerves. And you still didn't answer my question from earlier. I aaassked ya what the fun is in a character who is supposed to be fun loving, but instead is murderous and scary! Where's the fun in that, huh? The hand that had been on her chest this entire time perched specifically at his waist, just inches away from his shirt.
Antony:
Be-because I don't lihike it. The fingers begin to manipulate me more and I try to answer her question. I dohon't know. I don't know why. There ihis no fun in that. I eye her second hand as I struggle to hold back giggles that are brewing in my tummy.
Cleopatra:
Finally, her eyes close in a gigantic smile! A friendly smile, one meant to invite joy into the room and essentially light it up. You don't lihike iiit? But why noohoot? That voice was light and lilting, and mocking at the same time but only slightly. She shook her head real good, dragging those curls back and forth against what was exposed of his midsection. No! It's not much fun, is it? Running and screaming for your life ain't much fun at all! I've been there!
Antony:
Dah! I squirm for a second as the hair tickles my skin. I begin to wonder if I can plead with this clown woman. Stop her from touching me. Please don't ti-tickle. I can't help but grin as I hear the word even from my on lips.
Cleopatra:
Her body immediately straightened up and both hands went to her chest, resting on top of those lovely round mounds. Her eyes were brighter than before and her mouth made a nice "O" when she didn't ask... Please don't what?
Antony:
I take a deep breath in relief as I look back up at her, my eyes moving briefly towards her chest before meeting her gaze. Tickle. Please don't tickle me.
Cleopatra:
A slow smirk crept up on her face. But why not? Isn't tickling supposed to be fun? Her right hand reached out for his tummy, stopping half an inch away from exposed skin, and her voice adopted a slight menacing tone...but it was kinda cute coming from her little voice. Isn't it supposed to make you laugh?
Antony:
No! My torso moves to the side a little (as if I could get away). I stare at her fingers nervously. No. I don't... I don't like it. I hope I can talk some sense into this woman but I realize I may just have to endure what she seems about to do.
Cleopatra:
No warning could give away both of her hands attacking each side of his belly button, silken fingertips pulsating away at the tender flesh in front of her! Her cute little giggle came out again, too! You mean don't do this? Really?? But but but!!! She says teasingly, playfully. The ruffles of both gloves graze and bounce around the area as well.
Antony:
There is no resistance. Hehehehehe no stohohohohop... I squirm from side to side, trying to escape the fingers. I try in vain to remember the last time I was tickled. It is hard to think clearly with the physical distraction. Hehehehehhe
Cleopatra:
OOOOoooooh! Bonkers squealed with delight at the giggles she heard! You CAN giggle! I thought so! Her eyes closed with a big smile again, but her fingers didn't quit! They wandered up and under his shirt, just kinda testing out the skin beneath. Let's see where else we can squeeze a giggle from, shall we?
Antony:
No. Let's nohohoht. I see how happy she is and feel embarrassed. I try to contain myself as I wonder where her gloved fingers are travelling to. Plehehehhese
Cleopatra:
Awe, begging? I gave you more credit than that, kiddo! Those soft fingers slowly worked their way upwards, then let her nails lightly drag all the way back down from his collarbones over his chest and ribs...then they stopped just beneath his floating ribs and squeezed twice.
Antony:
NO I jump at the sensation on my ribs after chuckling at the dragging nails, twitching when they got near my nipples before reaching the ribs. No dohoohohohn't.
Cleopatra:
Too laahahahahate, don't you think Sir Sleepyhead? Mister Jumpy? Those hands flattened against his skin and ran back up to his nipples, where only her index fingers waved past them on their way back down to the ribs... I like the way you twitch, sweety...
Antony:
Hehehhhehehehe I giggle like a child when my nipples are stroked and I blush at the name calling and the taunts. I don't lihhihiike it.
Cleopatra:
But you giihihihiggle! Those fingers moved back up to his nipples and curled up, the backs of which pressed against his shirt...and her nails made lazy little designs along the space around his nipples...never touching the nubs themselves.
Antony:
Even though it doesn't tickle much, I can't wipe the cute and worried smile from my face as I watch the little tents under my shirt and know she has found a weakness. No. No I d-don't
Cleopatra:
Those eyes looked up at his face as her fingers make those little tents shift around some, wiggling a little faster against his areola on each side. But I heeaarrdd iiittt....where'd you put it?
Antony:
NOWHERE! I almost shout in a panic. Please stop. Get your hands out of there. I keep staring at the shirt as if there is a gun to my head.
Cleopatra:
Her own laugh escaped before she knew it built up, with his reply. Hahaha! Oooohhh, have we found a sweet spot on Sir Sleepyface? Baby talking with her pink lips stuck out like she would with a little one, the pads of her fingers ran slow circles around his nipples, but they got a little faster after a few seconds...and added soft nail touches here and there...
Antony:
No! No you havehehhehehehhhehehhehehen't I break into giggles as soon as I feel the fingers on my nipples and start to squirm again. My giggles get a little louder when I feel the nails joining in. Hheeeeeheehehehehheheeheheheheeh
Cleopatra:
OOOOooohoohoohoohoohoooo! I knew it! Haahaha! I found some giiiigllles! IIIII foouund some giiiiigglllles! Singing like a child, her fingers react by speeding up in their race around the nipple when she drags out a syllable...then slowing down when she sang a word normally.
Antony:
I blush red at the singing and teasing as my giggles fill the room. Hehheheehehehehhehehehe hahahahahhahahha Stoohhohoohohhohohop thhahahhahhhahhahahht! I try to squirm and bounce on the bed. I know I can't get away. But it doesn't stop me from trying.
Cleopatra:
Heheheheheee! Her laugh ended in a high pitched squeak, and she pulled her knees up to her chest in order to sit on her legs right next to him. Gabe, babe! I gotta say... She leans in close to him, her chin above his belly button and her face hidden from his as she peeked beneath his shirt to watch her fingers tap their nails against his nipples themselves. You sure do have a purdy laugh!
Antony:
I remember the last time I was tickled. It was by my sisters and her friends when I was in middle school. Girls can be so mean with tickle teasing. Doohohohohhohohohn't tease meheheheehhehehehhe There is no wiping the silly grin from my face.
Cleopatra:
She peeks over his shirt at his face. No I mean it! I love that cute little giggle of yours! Her eyes keep darting down to watch all of her fingers splay out from his nipples, one after the other. Oooh lookie here! That looks like one of Willy Wonka's secret machines! Remember with the covers over it?
Antony:
HEHehheHEHEHEHHEHehHHEHHEHEHE My giggles get louder as the image from the movie enters my mind and I see the fingers moving under my shirt in their devilishly tickly motions. NOOhoHOOHohoho HEhehHEhehEHEhEHEHeHEHEH
Cleopatra:
Hahahaha I can see you remember it! She vocalized some of the sounds the machine made. Zoooiii! Ha! Bur bur BUR!!! Reeee! Zoooiiii! Ha! Bur bur BUR! Arching her back, she raised her head in order to see the action from the outside...immediately changing up any patterns her fingers could be doing, to mock the machine! One hand would flatten with just the pads of her fingers touching him while the other hand raised up to drag her nails along his skin...then they would switch...and at some points, one single finger would cross over from one nipple to the other, but immediately return to the first. She smiled wide!
Antony:
PLehehhehehehehHEHHheHHEHEHEHEHEse not the niHhiIHhIhiHIHIhpppple! My giggles turn into laughter as I shut my eyes and try to block out the noises and the image in my head. Her teasing doesn't help of course, and I start to wonder how long she will tickle my poor chest.
Cleopatra:
Aaaawwwees.... Both of her hands flatten against his nipples and rub over them carefully, gently...she sits up some, arching her back and rubbing his chest. Whose got sensitive nipples, baybee?
Antony:
I attempt to catch my breath. I do. Please. I can't take any more tickling there. My eyes meet her chest as her back arches and My cock twitches a little inside of my pants.
Cleopatra:
She uttered a low -- at least, for HER voice -- little muttering that sounded like a cross between the awes of earlier and a slightly disappointed moan. Her face told a different story, though. The edges of her pink lips curled upwards, showing a small line of a dimple on each side, and her soft hands flattened and moved against his skin down his body like a lover's hands would. Poor Sir Sleepyhead's nipples have had enough attention? Aaahhh, little guuuyyyy!!! Bonkers squeezed at his ribs again, more than twice this time. It was kinda frantic and fun-like!
Antony:
Hehheheheheheheh The boyish smile returned to my face as the giggles escaped. The squeezing was unexpected and caused my body to jolt at first until I got over it. My giggles started to subside as the squeezing technique didn't actually tickle much. It more just surprised me.
Cleopatra:
She stopped as soon as those giggles softened. Laaaaame. Gimme something GOOD! Both hands moved a little further south to grab with wiggling fingers at the smallest part of his sides, but not directly at his waist yet...they kinda arched around that particular area, at least at first they did.
Antony:
HHEHEHHEHhehehehehehehheh NO! HHAhahhAHAhahhahahAHha My back arches for a second at the wiggling fingers.
Cleopatra:
Oooo! You're a squirmy little guy aren't ya? Her voice softened some as she dangles her hands just above his skin, fingers just dragging down and in from his sides to meet at his belly button and dance around there a little bit. Squirmy Mister Guy.
Antony:
HEeehHEheHEheHEehehHEHEehEHeheh I bounce and arch more as the soft fingers tease my sides and my tummy. No. Nohoohohot ThheEehehHEheEHheehHEre!
Cleopatra:
Not there? Not where, here? Curling over sideways, she leaned her head against his thigh and completely exposes her entire side, ribs and all...in order to watch her fingers more closely as they seem to glide along back and forth across his tummy. Gabe Babe's belly welly gets reactions, huuuhhh?
Antony:
More and more I notice how curvy her body is and my excitement strains my pants as I continue to giggle under her ticklish touches. HheHEHHEHEhehEHehHeHeHehHEHheHE YES!
Cleopatra:
Oooooh... That cute squeaky voice got a little more throaty, her eyes darting back and forth among his face, her fingers lightly tracing fair sized waves around that tummy, and his apparent interest in what's happening...any time her eyes lit on the growing tent in his pants, they lit up extra special as her own interest built up inside. Looks like we found some fun after all, doesn't it buddy boy?
Antony:
I look down at my covered erection and blush as I continue to laugh. My poor tender tummy can't take too much more of the gentle stroking and I am squirming even more to get away from her fingers. HEHheEehheHEehHEheheHEehehHEehheEHeEH
Cleopatra:
Mmmm... Her face pressed against the tent, feeling its warmth, and for a brief moment her hands forgot what they were doing! They flattened and rubbed up his torso, her back arching down to press her chest against his leg and her face against that growing rock. She straddled the closest leg to her, kissing his erection through those pants of his. No paint smeared even an iota, but the ruffles on her gloves were dragging behind her palms and brushed against his nipples as her hands reached his collarbone again. Her back arched, sticking her skirted ass in the air, and as her hands were so far up his body and her face was way down there, her neck extended so that her face could stay on his groin but her shoulders continued, allowing her hands to reach.
Antony:
Oh.... I feel the tender affections against my clothed cock and moan softly, thrusting up against her face. Then I feel the ruffles on my nipples and surrender a few chuckles. The loving hands at my chest make me shiver as my cock hardens further. What are you dohoohoing?
Cleopatra:
Her voice was slightly muffled by his clothes and the fact that her forehead was against his pant line with her curly hair suddenly spilled out to either side of that forehead, her nose and mouth resting against his erection. A little happy squeal made its way out when he thrust up, but her lips just parted in teasing to allow some of it to enter her mouth. They closed in on his head, sucking through the fabric and pulling back some to look at him. I'm enjoying you... Her smiling face presented itself again, slithering up your body just enough to press her breasts against his cock and hover her face over that belly button of his. Don't you liiike it?
Antony:
Ah... ah.... I gasp with pleasure at each little mouth maneuver. She moves up my body and I look down at her as she asks me her question. Yes. Oh yes I do. Why did you sto-hop? That last little jump in my voice as I feel the breasts against me.
Cleopatra:
Oh, just relishing in you...showing you that not all of us clowns have purely bad intentions... There's that right dimple again. Her hands were still on his chest, her body stretched out over his almost completely. She rested her pelvis against his leg to let him feel her warmth growing while her hands made their way back down, fingers lightly wiggling over his nipples but not hovering long at all. They fully intended on continuing down to the top of his pants, where her pinkies and the ruffles on her gloves absently trailed along as her other fingers dipped beneath both pants and boxers. Her hands separated, moving out to each side and stopping at his hips. Her body slid down a little further, and she watched as his covered cock emerged from betwixt her breasts. That made her purr...
Antony:
I smiled slyly as I felt the warmth omitting from her and chuckled softly as I felt her passing fingers. I gasped again though as I felt her fingers slipping inside my clothing and I involuntarily twitched a little when I felt her hands on the sensitive flesh down there. I continued to watch as my cock appeared between her breasts and that image alone made me shudder in a pleasant way as my lips parted in a slight moan.
Cleopatra:
That light, child like voice had gotten throaty and mature. Ooooh, he liiikeeeyyy.... Her eyes lovingly smiled up at his face and her fingers seemed to remember why she was there as if she got distracted. She let the backs of her fingers, including those nails at the tips, drag back up from beneath his boxers to his belly...but then they kept going up until they reached his ribs. That's when the fingers wiggled again, side to side as her hands dragged back down but outwards towards his hips. Knowing that hips are a highlight in most people's tickle charts, those fingertips started squirming around just above where his pants were, and continued only until they were about to leave his hips, then they came back down. She giggled... Hee hee hee, what's wrong with meehehehee?? Totally forgot about the smiling!
Antony:
Yes... Yes I like tha-AHAhahhahahaHhahahHhahhhahhahaT! I broke into laughter once again when the fingers touched my ribs and tickled there. I noticed they were starting to move down but when they touched my hips and near my pantline I bucked... hard! HHhhehehEHEHHEHEh HAHAHAHAHAHAHA hahahAHahHHAHAHHAHAha HHAHAHAHAHAHHAAH
Cleopatra:
Bonkers had started purring again, but laughed right along with him when he started in! Heeheeheeheehahahahaa yes! Yaaayy he likes iiittt!!!! Her shouts of entertained excitement were almost cut short by his bucking, but she moved with him and hovered over him once his body hit the mattress again...accompanied by a more frantic wiggling of the fingers that tormented his hips! Lookit here! I found something else! Ahh another hiding spot! Hahahaha let's pry this baby open, yeah?? Her body perked up a little more and a little extra warmth graced his leg from her straddling it. Her hands twisted in order to brush her gloves' ruffles back and forth against his skin, just for an experiment that just slapped her brain...
Antony:
HEHEHHEHEEHHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEH MY GOOOoohohhoOHHOhoHOd! The ruffles on the ticklish skin of my hips is immediately almost unbearable as my cheeks go pink and my grin feels like it is stretched from ear to ear. No MORE NO MOHHhOHhHOhoHOHOhohoHhOhoHOohre! The tickling drives me crazy as I start to bounce again.
Cleopatra:
HahahahahahaHA!!! Her playful voice returned, although it was a little more sultry than when she started! Pure excitement had her hips almost grinding against his leg as she bounced, mostly with her knees on the mattress. Her back was at a permanent arch so that the curves of her hips were distinct and her chest was almost perfectly perky. Bonkers stretched her arms out completely straight and got the hip that was on the other side of his body from hers, so that her body stretched out somewhat, crossed over him. Gabriel isn't so sleepy anymore, is he? I shook the Sandman right off of ya, didn't I? Heeheehee!
Antony:
YEeheHEHHEHEHhEHHEHSSSS YOu DIHHIhIhiHIHIhIHIHIhiHIHIhiHIHId! I think about it for a moment in my tickle-addled brain and I can't figure out for the life of me why I thought to answer her question. The only thing I can come up with is that I am literally being tickled silly. I buck and bounce on my ass and my legs jut this way and that, as if they would be kicking were they not tied down.
Cleopatra:
The laugh she made with his answer almost shook her off of him! She had to grab him in order to stay on the bed! What's a clown to do but laugh at a response like that? It gave her extra pep, so she straddled him directly under his erection, her skirt barely touching the tip and revealing her see-thru thong's front and a completely shaven snatch. Each hand went for its own side, testing a theory in her head by touching his skin between his belly button and his pants, and dragging her fingers back and forth between the two spots. Vertically, that is...eight fingers wiggling like that in their own time along that little indentation in his body. Mister Sand Man! Leave us alone! I'll make him laugh while you go on home!
Antony:
NAHAhahhAHAHhAHHAHaHhaHhhaHHAhAHHHEHHEHEHEHHE My tummy twitches terribly from panic and laughter as you tickle the horribly sensitive areas between my bellybutton and my groin. NO. No SahahhahahhhaAHHAhHAHHAHHHAHND MAAAHhHAhaHHHAhAHAHHAhAHAHHAHAHNNNNNNN HAHAAHEHAEHAHE AEHAHEhaehahhaehaEHaHEhaEhAEHaE I am soon beside myself, my whole body shaking underneath you.
Cleopatra:
Mmmm such a feisty little lee aren't we? Do you like my song? I made it up just for you! Her fingers stopped just long enough for her to say what she just said, then they spread a little further apart and resumed the wiggles! As well as her song resumed. Give me two laughs...with thrustes and buckles... Yes, she gave two syllables to the word "thrusts" to pronounce it closer to "thrust us"...her wrists shook those ruffles against his skin with the next line. I'm making sure that he is well and happy! Sand maaannn!
Antony:
HEheHEehEHEHEHHEHEheEHEHHeEheheHEHEheehEHHEheheHE I can't understand why, but somehow all the physical attention, while torturous, is somehow keeping me hard. I put this off to the fact that I have been staring at her breasts and curves for the last few minutes through somewhat teary eyes. PLEHeeeheheeHEehheEHEHEEHEHse SToHOhoHOHOhohoOHOHOohp!
Cleopatra:
Awe, I don't wanna stop though! You're so sexy when you laugh... Her fingers curled under your pants again but this time, it was to unbutton and unzip. She decided to tease him with an exceptional view of everything she had, and reach back behind her own thighs to tug at his pants. Soon enough, they were down far enough to get a primo view of everything his satiny boxers now hid...including the one thing she wanted at more than even tickling him for the rest of the night! Her hands flattened against his boxer-clad thighs to either side of the now quite apparent erection, and slid up to torment his hips a little more...but her eyes were focused on the rod of temptation directly in front of her own groin.
Antony:
Hey! No! What are you doing??!! Panic overwhelms me as I feel my pants being pulled down, exposing what I know are a couple of DEATHLY ticklish areas. I can only hope her motives are purely sexual as I feel her hands on my boxers. Then I feel more tickles on my hips. HHEHEEeEHEHEEHHEEEEEehEHeeHeHEeheheeeEEeeHheEEHhe NOoohhohhhohohohohoohHOHOHOHOHOoh
Cleopatra:
Those orange eyebrows jumped up, and a very devilish grin crept up over her pink lips. A little of that sultry voice returned. Ooooh, are we hiding hidden treasure down your trousers, Gabey Baby? Her hips slowly swayed from side to side as her knees had to spread in order to scoot down just far enough to really scope out the situation. One finger at a time traced over his boxers, downwards and under them from the legs...and silken hands flattened over his thighs, rubbing them softly and inching her way upwards, watching his face intently with eyes a-twinklin'.
Antony:
NO THERE ISn.... I am cut off as I instinctively purse my lips. the facial stutter is a direct result of feeling her fingers slip under my boxers. I can see her looking at me as the fingers crawl upward. At the center of my thighs, my lips clamp shut. There is a grand total of about 5 inches between the bottoms of my boxers and what lies pulled in tight between my legs. At 5 inches, I am stone faced... at 4 inches I blink a couple of times... at 3 inches the corners of my mouth start to raise up...
Cleopatra:
Oooohhohohohohohohhh.....no? Her eyes dart to his lips, knowing exactly that this face means she's getting close to one of the best spots, if not the best spots, on this man's body! You sure I'm not getting closer and closer to a big ol' pile o-gold? Fingers start to move just slightly enough to feel as she closes in another inch and a half...slowly putting two and two together between his face and the twitching of his muscles, she grins like the grinch and moves to the top of his thighs. Her fingertips graze against his balls, and they wiggle a little...just all over each side, touching over the sides and the seam and the apex...
Antony:
No. I am able to get out without breaking into giggles. At two inches, I can't pull my lips back down anymore... at one inch I quiver and panic. STOP PLEASE! I CAAAAAAAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHHA! The fingertips touch my balls and I burst into loud laughter. Each touch is like a static shock. She has indeed found one of the worst spots on me and I laugh like a mental patient. HEHHEHEHEHHEHEHEHHEHE AHHAEHAHEHAEH HAEHAEHAHEHAEHAE AHEHAEHAHEHAEHAHEAEA
Cleopatra:
Nooo? Her cute lil head tilted to one side with just the one word from him. She felt all of his quivering and it absolutely warmed her up inside, all over! The begging lit her eyes up so much, and she couldn't help herself after that! Hehehehehehehehehe! HOOHOOHOO!!! Eyes grew large with enthusiasm into her laughter, perking up yet again! Enough to pull her arms up against his boxers, just enough to add a touch of pressure and perk her chest up again! In fact, it bounced a little this time! A pair of fingers on each hand slowly and lovingly teased the skin on his balls, touching here and touching there trying to find the key spots that pulled out the most laughter from him.
Antony:
The touches were soft and terrible. The bottoms cause a jolt (and for some reason, my toes wiggle). The seam brings more begging from my lips and is obviously delectably tender. But the sides... The sides make me giggle in a high pitch like a small child hearing a dirty joke for the first time. My pitch goes up several octaves and I thrash my head from side to side to cover my blushing face. HHEHHHHEHHEhehEHehheheHEHeHeHEHHEHEhehE eHEHhEhEhEhehEHHE ehEHEHHEheHEHHEHEHHEheH eHEHEHHEhEHEHEHEHhEHEHHEHEHEHHEHEHhEHEHEHEHHEH
Cleopatra:
Ahhh...ooooh, we have a honey pot down here don't we Gabriel? Hahahahahaha you've been holding out on me! She didn't really feel the toes wiggle...at least not the first time! She drank in each of the different reactions and where she touched to get them, making a mental map of it all. Touching the bottoms of his balls again brought the toe wiggling to her attention, and she decided to give him a grand view of her body by bending over backwards to attack both of his feet at once! This arched her back to where her breasts pulled the hem of her top away from her ribs, revealing the bottoms of those perky breasts of hers! The space between her top and her body was enough that she looked down and saw his face through it...and waited until he looked at her face to wink at him right before running both hands' fingers down the center of his soles, from toes to heels! How's this for fun, huh? Hehehehehe!
Antony:
HEhEhEHEhehhehehEHHEhEHEHHehe The sight of the bottoms of her perky breasts makes my cock jump. My toes wiggle madly, reacting to the fingers on my soles. My feet had never been tickled before and I quickly discovered how insanely sensitive the thin skin of my soles could be. Especially near my insteps had me yelping between giggles like a small puppy.
Cleopatra:
OhohohaHAHAHAA!!! Look at you up there all laughy and stuff! She decided to go for it...while one hand left his left foot, the other hand stayed on his right foot and tormented all of the areas around his instep before trailing fingers over it back and forth...then scratching a little at his arch. All while that right hand ran up her own arm and down over her chest and torso, feeling her own warmth and moaning a little before that hand jumped to touch the right side of his balls through his boxers, her nail lightly itching at the entire length of his sack... Goochie goochie goo, Gabey-poo!!!
Antony:
BWAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAH HEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHE AHAHHEHEAHAHEHAEHHEHAEHAHEHAEHAHEHAE I can barely stand the combination tickling of my foot and my balls. It is hard to tell what tickles more until a lone finger strokes a particular patch of skin in what I am sure was absolutely accidental... The fingers do continue to focus on my balls though so I can only hope it went unnoticed and that she was focused on my instep.
Cleopatra:
Mmmm...such lovely footsies... Resisting the urge to rub her face on his foot, she slowly straightened herself back up and wasted no time. She peeled the top band of his boxers up and over his pants, revealing bare nakedness and... What a gem of a cock you have, my dear! Ooooh you should be real fun! She almost couldn't stand it any longer and it sort of showed. If her white cheeks could only blush! Such soft clad hands descended upon him yet again, having to straddle one leg again in order to get the proper angle...deciding to keep one leg beneath his pants and boxers, just to actually keep them down there. Whatever shall I do with you? As if she didn't know...
Antony:
I gasp/sigh in relief as I don't think she noticed. She yanked down my boxers and my full cock bounced free in the air. I have no idea... I could tell she was as full of lust as I was and I didn't think there would be too much more tickling. I quietly thank whatever perverted deity might have been aware of what was happening and I look back up at her white face.
Cleopatra:
Hmm...come to think of it... She perked her ass in the air again and leaned forward, sticking a very wet tongue out to lick at his tip, then the ridge. Her fingertips lightly wrapped against the base of his cock, both hands splaying out from there to spread over much of his pelvic region, tapping here and there but mostly dragging so softly over his skin. Remembering something she had read in a subscription of a tickler's magazine, she let her hands spread to his hips and continue around his body, before shaking her wrists enough to brush those ruffles against the crease between his ass cheeks and his thighs.. Giggling a little to herself more than anything, she touched the tip of her tongue on the center of his base where it meets the seam of his balls...and licked forwards and upwards, applying a little pressure with it as it slid effortlessly up his shaft.
Antony:
OH Bonkers.... You're driving me... well... well I guess I know why that's your name now. I manage to quip between moans and my mouth opens wide in a pleasured expression. The fingers on my shaft can surely feel the concrete-like density of my erection and I smile as I feel the tongue. My eyes close as I lose myself in physical pleasure. Then I feel the ruffles... My eyes shoot back open and I let out a yelp so loud that I worry the neighbors might have heard. I then giggle loudly as the tongue licks its intense path up my manhood
Cleopatra:
Mmmmm, now you're catchin' on bebe! Did it really take you this long, bubba? Excited that he figured out the reason behind the name, both hands let their fingers dance beneath his legs, against his ass cheeks! They have a great ol' Soul Train reunion against your cheeks while the clown's lips part in order to let the now slicked cock slide past them. She didn't seem to twitch at all...sinking half way down before pulling back and returning to kiss his base and swallow! She purred once he was completely inside in the only way she knew how...nasally. Her hands fell flush against his thighs and she rubbed them back around the outside...only to meet next to his balls! While she pulls back for the second time, she let her fingertips walk around on the sides of his balls, watching his face and ready for anything.
Antony:
HEHEhEHHEhehEHEHHEHEHHEHE HEHEHEHHE eHEHEHHEHEHEH I laugh and laugh and laugh at the tickling on my ass cheeks and yell out in pleasure as I felt her soft, full lips engulf my throbbing cock. I moaned again as the fingers stopped tickling and rubbed me tenderly.... and the began laughing anew when the fingers spidered along the sides of my balls. PLEEHEHEHHHHEHEHEHHHESE NOHOHOHOHOOHHOOHHOHOHOHO!
Cleopatra:
The giggling escaped right before her lips reached his head, and she couldn't help herself once she pulled away again. Hahahahahahaaaa whatcha beggin' for now? Please no what? Hmm? Silky fingers continued to gently touch the sides of his balls, sometimes they would stroke upwards and sometimes they would just wiggle in place...but slowly, so very slowly, they made their way towards the bottoms for some good jolting action. Tell me, Gabey Baby...
Antony:
PLEHEHehHEHEHEHEHHEHHEsEEEE NO MORE TIHIHIHIHIIHIIHICKLING! I beg for the torturous tickling on my balls to stop as My now slick cock points straight to the ceiling. PLEASE I hehehhehheHEHEHHEHEHHEHEHHEH HAHAHHAHAHAHHAHA HEHEHHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHE
Cleopatra:
This smile was so wide that she showed off all of her pearly whites! Awe, thatta boy. That baby talk voice came back for another round, joining her while her hands rubbed his body from the space next to his balls up as far as she could reach without her lips passing his head. Tell Miss Bonkers all aboouut iittt. Poor tickly little Gabriel! Baby voice got a little higher and squeakier with the last sentence, as her fingers barely reached over the bottom of his rib cage. Her tongue peeked out to run up and down that ridge of his head, from his eye to the helmet's edge.
Antony:
NAH! HEHheEhahhaHAhHAahHAahahhhaAHhaHAha Her voice melts my maturity level right away and I begin babbling like a little boy at the tickling and teasing all the while wishing my cock could once again know the inside of her mouth.
Cleopatra:
Nah? NAaaaAH? Giving the last one three syllables like a kid would, her fingers started wiggling again, almost like they waved up at him and dared him to stop them! Touching down on the bottom couple of ribs, she let her fingertips and ruffles be the only thing touching his skin. They started downwards together, then curled around and went back up towards his sides, then touched a couple more ribs before curling around and heading back down towards herself. They continued their wonky trail so that they touched on every little square inch of his midsection...and half way through, her lips parted again to slide down his shaft once more. They tightened half way down, and didn't loosen at all as her head began to bob, curls bouncing against his hips and the sides of his upper thighs and ass.
Antony:
EHEHEHHEHEHEHHAHE EAHHAE AEAHE AHE AHEHAEHEHAEHAHEHEAAEHEAHEHEHEAHEAAEHEAHEHE AHEHHEHAHEHEHAHAHEHE! I can't remember the last time I laughed so hard or the last time I felt so ticklish. The way the fingers tease my ribs and sides makes me feel as weak as a kitten and a devilish physical reminder that no matter what I do or which way I squirm, the tickles will find me. I moan loudly though as I feel my cock enter her mouth again and giggle sheepishly at the ass and thigh tickles.
Cleopatra:
The mixture of laughter and moaning is soon to drive Bonkers up the wall...and she wasn't gonna let him know it, either! Not vocally anyway. She decided to tell him by quickly pulling back after a good amount of bobbing and teasing his thighs, and scooting forward enough to rub his throbbing head against her wetness. Shifting her thong out of the way for good until she moved it again, before he could laugh anymore his head penetrated and it was her turn to quiver! She threw her head back and slid all the way down, torturously slow even for herself! Lips parted and a very sweet moan escaped, followed by the lifting and swaying of what they both were yearning for. She curled forward, almost wracked with a nearly instant inner orgasm, but kept her hips bucking as her hands landed on his chest, fingers wiggling outwards to touch on that one spot on his lower ribs by his side that had him giggly earlier. Ohhh Gabey Baby, you feel so good!
Antony:
OOOOHhHhohoOHHOHOhoohO HEHHHEHAHEAHEHAHE AHEHAEheahEHhEh ehehehehheHHHHHEHEHEHEHHEHEEHHEH It is so wonderfully warm and slippery inside of her and her dancing fingers once again make short work of my sanity. It makes me bounce and thrust deep inside of her. At this point, my face is the color of a tomato and tears are running down my cheeks. My 9 inch cock filling her up and thrusting more and more.
Cleopatra:
Bonkers for once almost didn't know what to do! Watching his reactions was driving her even further into her name, and every time she felt him pound deeper inside her, she let out a very sweet and often times loud moan. Almost curling up while still riding him, her legs bent beside them with her thighs against his hips and sides, her lustful face suddenly changed to grinning before his tear-filled eyes. She giggled and never let her eyes wander from his face no matter how much her orange lashes fluttered, but she did curl in the opposite direction, unhooking the front of her top so that he could marvel at her chest...even leaning forward so he could smell the cotton candy fragrance her skin radiated once she was fully aroused and in the moment. She grabbed her breasts, tweaked her nipples for him, and instantaneously reached behind herself to touch at the bottoms of his balls...so lightly as if she were fondling herself. Mmmm, Gabriel...
Antony:
My eyes shot open and I thrusted as deep as I could to try and escape her gentle touch on my scrotum. I wondered if my toes were wiggling again. Her magnificent breasts had me utterly titnotized and I didn't think it would be too long before the pleasure built up into an explosive orgasm. I twitched and squirmed as much as I possibly could. There was very little left of my sanity at that point.
HAHEHHAEH EHAHEHHEA HEHEAHAEHAEHHAEHAEHEHHAEHHEHAEEHHE EAHEHEHHEHAHEAHEAHHEAHAEHAEHEHAHAEHEHAEHEAHAEH
Cleopatra:
She gasped deeply and let out one very nice, loud moan, and didn't give a fuck if the neighbors heard her! Those breasts bounced with the force of his thrust, and her head fell backwards again, completely unaware of how close any of her hair was getting to anywhere with the angel of her arching body. Deciding on a repeat performance, her fingers touched down next to that same spot on the bottom of his nuts and she didn't bother to brace herself, just went with it. Those little sneaky fingers wiggled up and down between his sack and the skin beneath it, not realizing that some of her hair was dangerously close to catching on her fingers...
Antony:
eHHEHHAHAAEEAEAHEAEEAEAEAEAEEEA I couldn't form words if I tried. I can't feel much of anything other than the onslaught of sensations in the middle of my body any more. When the fingers touch down again, I yelp in a ridiculously high voice before descending back into my horrible case of the giggles.
Cleopatra:
The clown smiles, even though her little victim couldn't see because she was fully extended! Her hair finally got caught on those squirmy fingers of hers, and dipped down further than she was touching...right when she had the idea to run one middle finger down further, she felt her hair beat it to the hole! Oooohhh goooddddd....let's see if..ahhhh the things I read were true! Either way, she fooled around with those curls while they were there, dusting to either side of his puckered hole and running that little tuft directly over it vertically.
Antony:
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGHHHH! I'm literally screaming with laughter as I feel an orgasm coming on. NOT THERE! NOT THERE! NOT TTHHEEEEEHHEHEHEHEHEHHHEHHEHEHHEHEHHEHEHEHEHHEHERRRRRRRRRREEEEE! I never knew that that spot could be ticklish, let alone excrutiatingly so.
Cleopatra:
Another gasp and moan gushed forth from her throat, and she managed to maneuver where she could watch his face and continue to play with her hair against his asshole. Her eyelids were so low, she almost looked stoned or drunk or something! Breathing in the sound of his wild laughter and moaning out her approval, she figured on finally moving her hair away from there and sticking with her finger, as she could feel everything so much easier that way! Her left hand grabbed at her chest, rubbing her breasts and pinching a nipple here and there like she did just seconds ago, but this time she had a hole that needed tending to at the end of her finger! Ever so lightly, keeping her upper body as still as possible while her hips never lied once, her middle finger let just the tip of her nail graze circles around that hole, and she mixed in giggles with her moaning. Hehehehehuuughhh Gabey's lihihihittle hooohohohoole!! Mmmmm, pucker up baby!
Antony:
FUCK AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! I came convulsing as if I was having a manic seizure. My body shook violently from head to toe as I shot directly inside of her. After what seemed like hours, although it was probably closer to 15 or 20 seconds, My body lied limp on the bed underneath her and I could only mutter my giggles.
Cleopatra:
She was way more than ready for release, fearing that each thrust would ruin it early for her...those colorful eyes closed and her head fell back again as his eruption caused her explosion literally as soon as she felt it! She ground her hips against his in an attempt to feel him shoot as deep inside her as humanly possible, fully palming his scrotum with both hands as they came together. She rode his seizure out until there wasn't a drop left...and while still connected, she leaned forward and hugged him so tenderly, moaning out the last waves of her orgasm. Mmmmmmm, baby......still scared of my kind?
Antony:
I mutter weakly. Yeah kinda... you just nearly killed me
I can't even find the energy to laugh at my own joke.
Cleopatra:
She managed to force out a small chuckle at it, looking deep into his eyes with an admiration that wasn't there before.
Cleopatra:
A floorboard creaks...cursing it under her breath, she stops completely and listens. Steady breathing...slight snoring...nice. Peeking around the doorway very slowly, seeing his blanket rise and fall, she walks slowly and silently into his room. A rag is gently placed over his face, lightly scented with just enough chloroform to keep him unconscious for a while. Immediately, she goes to his closet and grabs just random clothes...anything will do. A shirt and pants are grabbed. Checking under the blanket, she smirked and went to grab some undies, too. After clothing him like a sleepy child, she wrapped his wrists above his head and secured them to the posts of his headboard. A giggle escapes her lips! Her whole body then slid down his, but the rag is still over his nose and mouth. Wrapping his ankles up separately, she secured them to either post at the foot of his bed...then walked up to his face and removed the rag. It wouldn't be long now...she stood in the corner by the door, waiting...
Antony:
Being drawn in a wild west setting by a group of travelling bandits. I feel the ropes at my ankles and wrists, being tied tight and securely as I await the inevitable race of the horses that threaten to quarter me. I then... Awake from that dream of bondage. I try to get up and realize that I am bound for REAL. Well, that explains the dream. Then panic sets in. Why am I tied? I surely didn't do it in my sleep. Oh my God. Is there a burglar in the house? I fight the urge to be silent. What the fuck!!??
Cleopatra:
A light and airy giggle came from that corner...and the door closed, revealing a very well endowed and curvy woman. As she takes each extra step out of that corner, the light dances on her form to reveal her calf-height orange boots and pink-and-white striped thigh-highs. Bare thighs held her up from there all the way up under her loose and slinky orange and hot pink wavy short skirt. A bare, soft midriff lead up to a ruffle-hemmed hot pink top, low in the front enough to show off her perky cleavage...and bare arms with a ruffle-hemmed glove on each hand, one pink and one orange. Bare neck...looking pretty damn sexy up until the white face is shown, with full pink lips and bright blue eyes behind long orange lashes...same colors as accents for her eyes. Those pouty lips smile as soon as her two-toned pigtails are in the light as well, with the TINY blue hat on her head. Hello, Gabriel.
Antony:
FUCK! A clown. I yank down on my bonds hard, nearly scraping my wrists. A deep seeded fear in me takes over as I struggle to get free. The fact that I was half asleep upon awakening doesn't help my lack of strength. I may as well have been trying to lift a house over my head. Eventually, I stop struggling. I realize that I can't get free. I have been terrified of clowns since I was in 1st grade. Just her standing in the corner of my bedroom is the stuff of nightmares. I don't even know if I would want her close enough to me to untie me. Who...who are you?
Cleopatra:
Her big hot pink nose bounced a little on her face and her head tilted just slightly to one side, curls spilling over her shoulder a little. Her giggle rang out again, this time just a little louder. She stopped as soon as he nearly scraped his wrists, standing still as a metal pole mere feet away from his bed but still out of reach of even the corner post. Her arms fell limp to her sides and she just watched his panic, recognizing it as pure panic. A small, half cute and half sexy voice escaped her. I'm glad I tied you down first, I can tell ya that much! Her blue eyes lit up and smiled on their own, nevermind the big pink grin on her face. Taking a deep breath, she just kinda looked at him merrily...everything about her face screamed happy time! You can call me Bonkers.... She had to snicker at her own name. Happens every time!
Antony:
Bonkers is fucking right! This is completely so! What the fuck are you doing in my home? What do you want, money? I can barely think straight through the combination of my confusion and fear. Please let me go. I feel animal terror growing inside of me and breaking me down, being helpless in front of my worst fear. Please. I can't do this. I can't...
Cleopatra:
She gasped as if her pride were hurt, her left hand coming up to land on her chest. You mean to tell me that this isn't a cute enough outfit for you?? Candidly, she spun in a slow circle, showing him her profile and how short the skirt is, and the back where the skirt stuck out a little more, and her other side profile. She even struck a cute little pose for him, bending her right leg a little, lifting that foot, shrugging her right shoulder some to curve her body just right, blinking her big eyebrows at him lovingly. I like it! She took one slow and sexy stride after another, sticking her hips out in each direction deliberately with each step until she reached his side. Shaking her head and bending at the hips, she showed him a good shot of her cleavage as her breasts almost touched the bed next to him...and she softly whispered. And no, I don't want your money.
Antony:
I watch her little show that she puts on and panic inwardly as she approaches me. I am to terrified to look at her in the eyes. I don't... like... clowns. It never even enters my mind how hot she might be under the make-up. Stitches and Pennywise are racing through my mind as my face goes white. Please let me go.
Cleopatra:
Her darker orange eyebrows come together a little and that cute pink smile got smaller. Awe...you are? I heard! That face changed into happy time again. That's why I'm here! I want to help you, Gabe! She slowly reached out with her left hand, placing it gently and lovingly on his chest...her right hand came back up to her chest, holding one of her breasts back some while the other still hung close to the mattress. Everything will be okay. I'm not like most other clowns...
Antony:
I twitch out of fear as the hand reaches my chest. Is that so? I figure if I play along, she will do as she pleases and leave. How exactly are you going to gulp help me? I can't help but notice her breasts as I am watching her hands.
Cleopatra:
Her bright eyes drink in every expression he makes...the little jump he made, the way his adams apple moved with his gulp...the fear in his eyes. Her blues softened and she blinked slowly, a very caring smile upon her now softened face. I want to show you that there are more to clowns than what you see in those scary movies. Those are Hollywood's clowns! Some demented fuck decides to make them scary and thinks it's funny!! Her eyebrows jumped up with seriousness on her face. I don't like that at all! I'm here to remedy what you've seen before, baby...
Antony:
How is that? I look up from her hand on my chest to her eyes, seeing a very true element of honesty in her. This puts me at ease, at least a little. I can only hope this isn't some kind of trick. I have never had an intruder before and I have no idea how to react to any of this. I breathe in deeply and relax a little bit.
Cleopatra:
Bonkers smiles, a completely trustworthy type of gesture. The fingers on her left hand, the ones resting on his chest, begin curling very slowly as her hand moves down his shirt-covered torso. It stops just above his belly button and moves back up, taking the shirt with it by default. She didn't seem to mind, just letting it happen. Her voice, however...sounded way more playful than her face looked, even with the paint! Oh, I'm here to put a smile on your face, sweetheart. I don't want to scare you! What's the fun in that? Could you tell me that, Gabe babe??
Antony:
My eyes follow her hand as my head peeks down to see my shirt being rolled up. Her smile seems sincere but there is still something very wrong about all of this. Why is she breaking into my house to be nice to me? How do you mean? I ask sheepishly. I still think she is hiding some wicked intent.
Cleopatra:
How do I mean? Her head tilts to her left, some of her curls bouncing against his exposed belly. I mean, what's the fun in scaring people with a character that's supposed to make people laugh? I don't really scream in my laughs...not like I'm being murdered or anything.Those bright eyes twinkled, watching his face. Aaaawwe......you're so cute when you're worried.....
Antony:
My tummy twitches a little bit as the curls dip across it but it doesn't show on my face. No... I mean how are you gonna make me smile. This is all too wierd. I don't think I could find any joke too terribly funny at the moment. I blush at her compliment.
Cleopatra:
A child like giggle escaped her, making her head bounce just enough to drag and tap those curls around your belly button...she didn't even really notice, anyway. At least, not until she looked at his midsection in order to plot where to start! I can tell you that I won't be telling jokes today. That's not all a clown does, ya know! We juuugggllllee.... Idly, that left hand lifts off of him and over the wrinkles in his shirt to join her curls, very lightly wiggling the tips of her silk clad fingers against the area directly above his belly button. We also take hiiits and faaallls.....
Antony:
My tummy twitches more noticeably now almost making me squirm as the finger touch my belly. I look down at the hair and fingers on my tummy with a slight glance of desperation and then focus my stare back at Bonkers. Hey! Don't do that!
Cleopatra:
Don't do what? This? Four fingers touched down above his belly button, mingling with some of her pink-tipped curls and dragging them around with. How about you try to stop me, tiger? That child like giggle came out again, a little louder this time but still innocent enough...right?
Antony:
No! D...don't! I feel something I haven't felt since I was little: A tickle. I squirm a little and try again to pull my wrists out of their bonds to no avail. I look back up into her eyes and hear her somewhat menacing giggle. She knows what she is doing alright. L-look. Just stop, okay. Plehease.
Cleopatra:
But...why? It's fun! Her fingers got a little heavier, digging into his skin just enough to strike a few deeper nerves. And you still didn't answer my question from earlier. I aaassked ya what the fun is in a character who is supposed to be fun loving, but instead is murderous and scary! Where's the fun in that, huh? The hand that had been on her chest this entire time perched specifically at his waist, just inches away from his shirt.
Antony:
Be-because I don't lihike it. The fingers begin to manipulate me more and I try to answer her question. I dohon't know. I don't know why. There ihis no fun in that. I eye her second hand as I struggle to hold back giggles that are brewing in my tummy.
Cleopatra:
Finally, her eyes close in a gigantic smile! A friendly smile, one meant to invite joy into the room and essentially light it up. You don't lihike iiit? But why noohoot? That voice was light and lilting, and mocking at the same time but only slightly. She shook her head real good, dragging those curls back and forth against what was exposed of his midsection. No! It's not much fun, is it? Running and screaming for your life ain't much fun at all! I've been there!
Antony:
Dah! I squirm for a second as the hair tickles my skin. I begin to wonder if I can plead with this clown woman. Stop her from touching me. Please don't ti-tickle. I can't help but grin as I hear the word even from my on lips.
Cleopatra:
Her body immediately straightened up and both hands went to her chest, resting on top of those lovely round mounds. Her eyes were brighter than before and her mouth made a nice "O" when she didn't ask... Please don't what?
Antony:
I take a deep breath in relief as I look back up at her, my eyes moving briefly towards her chest before meeting her gaze. Tickle. Please don't tickle me.
Cleopatra:
A slow smirk crept up on her face. But why not? Isn't tickling supposed to be fun? Her right hand reached out for his tummy, stopping half an inch away from exposed skin, and her voice adopted a slight menacing tone...but it was kinda cute coming from her little voice. Isn't it supposed to make you laugh?
Antony:
No! My torso moves to the side a little (as if I could get away). I stare at her fingers nervously. No. I don't... I don't like it. I hope I can talk some sense into this woman but I realize I may just have to endure what she seems about to do.
Cleopatra:
No warning could give away both of her hands attacking each side of his belly button, silken fingertips pulsating away at the tender flesh in front of her! Her cute little giggle came out again, too! You mean don't do this? Really?? But but but!!! She says teasingly, playfully. The ruffles of both gloves graze and bounce around the area as well.
Antony:
There is no resistance. Hehehehehe no stohohohohop... I squirm from side to side, trying to escape the fingers. I try in vain to remember the last time I was tickled. It is hard to think clearly with the physical distraction. Hehehehehhe
Cleopatra:
OOOOoooooh! Bonkers squealed with delight at the giggles she heard! You CAN giggle! I thought so! Her eyes closed with a big smile again, but her fingers didn't quit! They wandered up and under his shirt, just kinda testing out the skin beneath. Let's see where else we can squeeze a giggle from, shall we?
Antony:
No. Let's nohohoht. I see how happy she is and feel embarrassed. I try to contain myself as I wonder where her gloved fingers are travelling to. Plehehehhese
Cleopatra:
Awe, begging? I gave you more credit than that, kiddo! Those soft fingers slowly worked their way upwards, then let her nails lightly drag all the way back down from his collarbones over his chest and ribs...then they stopped just beneath his floating ribs and squeezed twice.
Antony:
NO I jump at the sensation on my ribs after chuckling at the dragging nails, twitching when they got near my nipples before reaching the ribs. No dohoohohohn't.
Cleopatra:
Too laahahahahate, don't you think Sir Sleepyhead? Mister Jumpy? Those hands flattened against his skin and ran back up to his nipples, where only her index fingers waved past them on their way back down to the ribs... I like the way you twitch, sweety...
Antony:
Hehehhhehehehe I giggle like a child when my nipples are stroked and I blush at the name calling and the taunts. I don't lihhihiike it.
Cleopatra:
But you giihihihiggle! Those fingers moved back up to his nipples and curled up, the backs of which pressed against his shirt...and her nails made lazy little designs along the space around his nipples...never touching the nubs themselves.
Antony:
Even though it doesn't tickle much, I can't wipe the cute and worried smile from my face as I watch the little tents under my shirt and know she has found a weakness. No. No I d-don't
Cleopatra:
Those eyes looked up at his face as her fingers make those little tents shift around some, wiggling a little faster against his areola on each side. But I heeaarrdd iiittt....where'd you put it?
Antony:
NOWHERE! I almost shout in a panic. Please stop. Get your hands out of there. I keep staring at the shirt as if there is a gun to my head.
Cleopatra:
Her own laugh escaped before she knew it built up, with his reply. Hahaha! Oooohhh, have we found a sweet spot on Sir Sleepyface? Baby talking with her pink lips stuck out like she would with a little one, the pads of her fingers ran slow circles around his nipples, but they got a little faster after a few seconds...and added soft nail touches here and there...
Antony:
No! No you havehehhehehehhhehehhehehen't I break into giggles as soon as I feel the fingers on my nipples and start to squirm again. My giggles get a little louder when I feel the nails joining in. Hheeeeeheehehehehheheeheheheheeh
Cleopatra:
OOOOooohoohoohoohoohoooo! I knew it! Haahaha! I found some giiiigllles! IIIII foouund some giiiiigglllles! Singing like a child, her fingers react by speeding up in their race around the nipple when she drags out a syllable...then slowing down when she sang a word normally.
Antony:
I blush red at the singing and teasing as my giggles fill the room. Hehheheehehehehhehehehe hahahahahhahahha Stoohhohoohohhohohop thhahahhahhhahhahahht! I try to squirm and bounce on the bed. I know I can't get away. But it doesn't stop me from trying.
Cleopatra:
Heheheheheee! Her laugh ended in a high pitched squeak, and she pulled her knees up to her chest in order to sit on her legs right next to him. Gabe, babe! I gotta say... She leans in close to him, her chin above his belly button and her face hidden from his as she peeked beneath his shirt to watch her fingers tap their nails against his nipples themselves. You sure do have a purdy laugh!
Antony:
I remember the last time I was tickled. It was by my sisters and her friends when I was in middle school. Girls can be so mean with tickle teasing. Doohohohohhohohohn't tease meheheheehhehehehhe There is no wiping the silly grin from my face.
Cleopatra:
She peeks over his shirt at his face. No I mean it! I love that cute little giggle of yours! Her eyes keep darting down to watch all of her fingers splay out from his nipples, one after the other. Oooh lookie here! That looks like one of Willy Wonka's secret machines! Remember with the covers over it?
Antony:
HEHehheHEHEHEHHEHehHHEHHEHEHE My giggles get louder as the image from the movie enters my mind and I see the fingers moving under my shirt in their devilishly tickly motions. NOOhoHOOHohoho HEhehHEhehEHEhEHEHeHEHEH
Cleopatra:
Hahahaha I can see you remember it! She vocalized some of the sounds the machine made. Zoooiii! Ha! Bur bur BUR!!! Reeee! Zoooiiii! Ha! Bur bur BUR! Arching her back, she raised her head in order to see the action from the outside...immediately changing up any patterns her fingers could be doing, to mock the machine! One hand would flatten with just the pads of her fingers touching him while the other hand raised up to drag her nails along his skin...then they would switch...and at some points, one single finger would cross over from one nipple to the other, but immediately return to the first. She smiled wide!
Antony:
PLehehhehehehehHEHHheHHEHEHEHEHEse not the niHhiIHhIhiHIHIhpppple! My giggles turn into laughter as I shut my eyes and try to block out the noises and the image in my head. Her teasing doesn't help of course, and I start to wonder how long she will tickle my poor chest.
Cleopatra:
Aaaawwwees.... Both of her hands flatten against his nipples and rub over them carefully, gently...she sits up some, arching her back and rubbing his chest. Whose got sensitive nipples, baybee?
Antony:
I attempt to catch my breath. I do. Please. I can't take any more tickling there. My eyes meet her chest as her back arches and My cock twitches a little inside of my pants.
Cleopatra:
She uttered a low -- at least, for HER voice -- little muttering that sounded like a cross between the awes of earlier and a slightly disappointed moan. Her face told a different story, though. The edges of her pink lips curled upwards, showing a small line of a dimple on each side, and her soft hands flattened and moved against his skin down his body like a lover's hands would. Poor Sir Sleepyhead's nipples have had enough attention? Aaahhh, little guuuyyyy!!! Bonkers squeezed at his ribs again, more than twice this time. It was kinda frantic and fun-like!
Antony:
Hehheheheheheheh The boyish smile returned to my face as the giggles escaped. The squeezing was unexpected and caused my body to jolt at first until I got over it. My giggles started to subside as the squeezing technique didn't actually tickle much. It more just surprised me.
Cleopatra:
She stopped as soon as those giggles softened. Laaaaame. Gimme something GOOD! Both hands moved a little further south to grab with wiggling fingers at the smallest part of his sides, but not directly at his waist yet...they kinda arched around that particular area, at least at first they did.
Antony:
HHEHEHHEHhehehehehehehheh NO! HHAhahhAHAhahhahahAHha My back arches for a second at the wiggling fingers.
Cleopatra:
Oooo! You're a squirmy little guy aren't ya? Her voice softened some as she dangles her hands just above his skin, fingers just dragging down and in from his sides to meet at his belly button and dance around there a little bit. Squirmy Mister Guy.
Antony:
HEeehHEheHEheHEehehHEHEehEHeheh I bounce and arch more as the soft fingers tease my sides and my tummy. No. Nohoohohot ThheEehehHEheEHheehHEre!
Cleopatra:
Not there? Not where, here? Curling over sideways, she leaned her head against his thigh and completely exposes her entire side, ribs and all...in order to watch her fingers more closely as they seem to glide along back and forth across his tummy. Gabe Babe's belly welly gets reactions, huuuhhh?
Antony:
More and more I notice how curvy her body is and my excitement strains my pants as I continue to giggle under her ticklish touches. HheHEHHEHEhehEHehHeHeHehHEHheHE YES!
Cleopatra:
Oooooh... That cute squeaky voice got a little more throaty, her eyes darting back and forth among his face, her fingers lightly tracing fair sized waves around that tummy, and his apparent interest in what's happening...any time her eyes lit on the growing tent in his pants, they lit up extra special as her own interest built up inside. Looks like we found some fun after all, doesn't it buddy boy?
Antony:
I look down at my covered erection and blush as I continue to laugh. My poor tender tummy can't take too much more of the gentle stroking and I am squirming even more to get away from her fingers. HEHheEehheHEehHEheheHEehehHEehheEHeEH
Cleopatra:
Mmmm... Her face pressed against the tent, feeling its warmth, and for a brief moment her hands forgot what they were doing! They flattened and rubbed up his torso, her back arching down to press her chest against his leg and her face against that growing rock. She straddled the closest leg to her, kissing his erection through those pants of his. No paint smeared even an iota, but the ruffles on her gloves were dragging behind her palms and brushed against his nipples as her hands reached his collarbone again. Her back arched, sticking her skirted ass in the air, and as her hands were so far up his body and her face was way down there, her neck extended so that her face could stay on his groin but her shoulders continued, allowing her hands to reach.
Antony:
Oh.... I feel the tender affections against my clothed cock and moan softly, thrusting up against her face. Then I feel the ruffles on my nipples and surrender a few chuckles. The loving hands at my chest make me shiver as my cock hardens further. What are you dohoohoing?
Cleopatra:
Her voice was slightly muffled by his clothes and the fact that her forehead was against his pant line with her curly hair suddenly spilled out to either side of that forehead, her nose and mouth resting against his erection. A little happy squeal made its way out when he thrust up, but her lips just parted in teasing to allow some of it to enter her mouth. They closed in on his head, sucking through the fabric and pulling back some to look at him. I'm enjoying you... Her smiling face presented itself again, slithering up your body just enough to press her breasts against his cock and hover her face over that belly button of his. Don't you liiike it?
Antony:
Ah... ah.... I gasp with pleasure at each little mouth maneuver. She moves up my body and I look down at her as she asks me her question. Yes. Oh yes I do. Why did you sto-hop? That last little jump in my voice as I feel the breasts against me.
Cleopatra:
Oh, just relishing in you...showing you that not all of us clowns have purely bad intentions... There's that right dimple again. Her hands were still on his chest, her body stretched out over his almost completely. She rested her pelvis against his leg to let him feel her warmth growing while her hands made their way back down, fingers lightly wiggling over his nipples but not hovering long at all. They fully intended on continuing down to the top of his pants, where her pinkies and the ruffles on her gloves absently trailed along as her other fingers dipped beneath both pants and boxers. Her hands separated, moving out to each side and stopping at his hips. Her body slid down a little further, and she watched as his covered cock emerged from betwixt her breasts. That made her purr...
Antony:
I smiled slyly as I felt the warmth omitting from her and chuckled softly as I felt her passing fingers. I gasped again though as I felt her fingers slipping inside my clothing and I involuntarily twitched a little when I felt her hands on the sensitive flesh down there. I continued to watch as my cock appeared between her breasts and that image alone made me shudder in a pleasant way as my lips parted in a slight moan.
Cleopatra:
That light, child like voice had gotten throaty and mature. Ooooh, he liiikeeeyyy.... Her eyes lovingly smiled up at his face and her fingers seemed to remember why she was there as if she got distracted. She let the backs of her fingers, including those nails at the tips, drag back up from beneath his boxers to his belly...but then they kept going up until they reached his ribs. That's when the fingers wiggled again, side to side as her hands dragged back down but outwards towards his hips. Knowing that hips are a highlight in most people's tickle charts, those fingertips started squirming around just above where his pants were, and continued only until they were about to leave his hips, then they came back down. She giggled... Hee hee hee, what's wrong with meehehehee?? Totally forgot about the smiling!
Antony:
Yes... Yes I like tha-AHAhahhahahaHhahahHhahhhahhahaT! I broke into laughter once again when the fingers touched my ribs and tickled there. I noticed they were starting to move down but when they touched my hips and near my pantline I bucked... hard! HHhhehehEHEHHEHEh HAHAHAHAHAHAHA hahahAHahHHAHAHHAHAha HHAHAHAHAHAHHAAH
Cleopatra:
Bonkers had started purring again, but laughed right along with him when he started in! Heeheeheeheehahahahaa yes! Yaaayy he likes iiittt!!!! Her shouts of entertained excitement were almost cut short by his bucking, but she moved with him and hovered over him once his body hit the mattress again...accompanied by a more frantic wiggling of the fingers that tormented his hips! Lookit here! I found something else! Ahh another hiding spot! Hahahaha let's pry this baby open, yeah?? Her body perked up a little more and a little extra warmth graced his leg from her straddling it. Her hands twisted in order to brush her gloves' ruffles back and forth against his skin, just for an experiment that just slapped her brain...
Antony:
HEHEHHEHEEHHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEH MY GOOOoohohhoOHHOhoHOd! The ruffles on the ticklish skin of my hips is immediately almost unbearable as my cheeks go pink and my grin feels like it is stretched from ear to ear. No MORE NO MOHHhOHhHOhoHOHOhohoHhOhoHOohre! The tickling drives me crazy as I start to bounce again.
Cleopatra:
HahahahahahaHA!!! Her playful voice returned, although it was a little more sultry than when she started! Pure excitement had her hips almost grinding against his leg as she bounced, mostly with her knees on the mattress. Her back was at a permanent arch so that the curves of her hips were distinct and her chest was almost perfectly perky. Bonkers stretched her arms out completely straight and got the hip that was on the other side of his body from hers, so that her body stretched out somewhat, crossed over him. Gabriel isn't so sleepy anymore, is he? I shook the Sandman right off of ya, didn't I? Heeheehee!
Antony:
YEeheHEHHEHEHhEHHEHSSSS YOu DIHHIhIhiHIHIhIHIHIhiHIHIhiHIHId! I think about it for a moment in my tickle-addled brain and I can't figure out for the life of me why I thought to answer her question. The only thing I can come up with is that I am literally being tickled silly. I buck and bounce on my ass and my legs jut this way and that, as if they would be kicking were they not tied down.
Cleopatra:
The laugh she made with his answer almost shook her off of him! She had to grab him in order to stay on the bed! What's a clown to do but laugh at a response like that? It gave her extra pep, so she straddled him directly under his erection, her skirt barely touching the tip and revealing her see-thru thong's front and a completely shaven snatch. Each hand went for its own side, testing a theory in her head by touching his skin between his belly button and his pants, and dragging her fingers back and forth between the two spots. Vertically, that is...eight fingers wiggling like that in their own time along that little indentation in his body. Mister Sand Man! Leave us alone! I'll make him laugh while you go on home!
Antony:
NAHAhahhAHAHhAHHAHaHhaHhhaHHAhAHHHEHHEHEHEHHE My tummy twitches terribly from panic and laughter as you tickle the horribly sensitive areas between my bellybutton and my groin. NO. No SahahhahahhhaAHHAhHAHHAHHHAHND MAAAHhHAhaHHHAhAHAHHAhAHAHHAHAHNNNNNNN HAHAAHEHAEHAHE AEHAHEhaehahhaehaEHaHEhaEhAEHaE I am soon beside myself, my whole body shaking underneath you.
Cleopatra:
Mmmm such a feisty little lee aren't we? Do you like my song? I made it up just for you! Her fingers stopped just long enough for her to say what she just said, then they spread a little further apart and resumed the wiggles! As well as her song resumed. Give me two laughs...with thrustes and buckles... Yes, she gave two syllables to the word "thrusts" to pronounce it closer to "thrust us"...her wrists shook those ruffles against his skin with the next line. I'm making sure that he is well and happy! Sand maaannn!
Antony:
HEheHEehEHEHEHHEHEheEHEHHeEheheHEHEheehEHHEheheHE I can't understand why, but somehow all the physical attention, while torturous, is somehow keeping me hard. I put this off to the fact that I have been staring at her breasts and curves for the last few minutes through somewhat teary eyes. PLEHeeeheheeHEehheEHEHEEHEHse SToHOhoHOHOhohoOHOHOohp!
Cleopatra:
Awe, I don't wanna stop though! You're so sexy when you laugh... Her fingers curled under your pants again but this time, it was to unbutton and unzip. She decided to tease him with an exceptional view of everything she had, and reach back behind her own thighs to tug at his pants. Soon enough, they were down far enough to get a primo view of everything his satiny boxers now hid...including the one thing she wanted at more than even tickling him for the rest of the night! Her hands flattened against his boxer-clad thighs to either side of the now quite apparent erection, and slid up to torment his hips a little more...but her eyes were focused on the rod of temptation directly in front of her own groin.
Antony:
Hey! No! What are you doing??!! Panic overwhelms me as I feel my pants being pulled down, exposing what I know are a couple of DEATHLY ticklish areas. I can only hope her motives are purely sexual as I feel her hands on my boxers. Then I feel more tickles on my hips. HHEHEEeEHEHEEHHEEEEEehEHeeHeHEeheheeeEEeeHheEEHhe NOoohhohhhohohohohoohHOHOHOHOHOoh
Cleopatra:
Those orange eyebrows jumped up, and a very devilish grin crept up over her pink lips. A little of that sultry voice returned. Ooooh, are we hiding hidden treasure down your trousers, Gabey Baby? Her hips slowly swayed from side to side as her knees had to spread in order to scoot down just far enough to really scope out the situation. One finger at a time traced over his boxers, downwards and under them from the legs...and silken hands flattened over his thighs, rubbing them softly and inching her way upwards, watching his face intently with eyes a-twinklin'.
Antony:
NO THERE ISn.... I am cut off as I instinctively purse my lips. the facial stutter is a direct result of feeling her fingers slip under my boxers. I can see her looking at me as the fingers crawl upward. At the center of my thighs, my lips clamp shut. There is a grand total of about 5 inches between the bottoms of my boxers and what lies pulled in tight between my legs. At 5 inches, I am stone faced... at 4 inches I blink a couple of times... at 3 inches the corners of my mouth start to raise up...
Cleopatra:
Oooohhohohohohohohhh.....no? Her eyes dart to his lips, knowing exactly that this face means she's getting close to one of the best spots, if not the best spots, on this man's body! You sure I'm not getting closer and closer to a big ol' pile o-gold? Fingers start to move just slightly enough to feel as she closes in another inch and a half...slowly putting two and two together between his face and the twitching of his muscles, she grins like the grinch and moves to the top of his thighs. Her fingertips graze against his balls, and they wiggle a little...just all over each side, touching over the sides and the seam and the apex...
Antony:
No. I am able to get out without breaking into giggles. At two inches, I can't pull my lips back down anymore... at one inch I quiver and panic. STOP PLEASE! I CAAAAAAAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHHA! The fingertips touch my balls and I burst into loud laughter. Each touch is like a static shock. She has indeed found one of the worst spots on me and I laugh like a mental patient. HEHHEHEHEHHEHEHEHHEHE AHHAEHAHEHAEH HAEHAEHAHEHAEHAE AHEHAEHAHEHAEHAHEAEA
Cleopatra:
Nooo? Her cute lil head tilted to one side with just the one word from him. She felt all of his quivering and it absolutely warmed her up inside, all over! The begging lit her eyes up so much, and she couldn't help herself after that! Hehehehehehehehehe! HOOHOOHOO!!! Eyes grew large with enthusiasm into her laughter, perking up yet again! Enough to pull her arms up against his boxers, just enough to add a touch of pressure and perk her chest up again! In fact, it bounced a little this time! A pair of fingers on each hand slowly and lovingly teased the skin on his balls, touching here and touching there trying to find the key spots that pulled out the most laughter from him.
Antony:
The touches were soft and terrible. The bottoms cause a jolt (and for some reason, my toes wiggle). The seam brings more begging from my lips and is obviously delectably tender. But the sides... The sides make me giggle in a high pitch like a small child hearing a dirty joke for the first time. My pitch goes up several octaves and I thrash my head from side to side to cover my blushing face. HHEHHHHEHHEhehEHehheheHEHeHeHEHHEHEhehE eHEHhEhEhEhehEHHE ehEHEHHEheHEHHEHEHHEheH eHEHEHHEhEHEHEHEHhEHEHHEHEHEHHEHEHhEHEHEHEHHEH
Cleopatra:
Ahhh...ooooh, we have a honey pot down here don't we Gabriel? Hahahahahaha you've been holding out on me! She didn't really feel the toes wiggle...at least not the first time! She drank in each of the different reactions and where she touched to get them, making a mental map of it all. Touching the bottoms of his balls again brought the toe wiggling to her attention, and she decided to give him a grand view of her body by bending over backwards to attack both of his feet at once! This arched her back to where her breasts pulled the hem of her top away from her ribs, revealing the bottoms of those perky breasts of hers! The space between her top and her body was enough that she looked down and saw his face through it...and waited until he looked at her face to wink at him right before running both hands' fingers down the center of his soles, from toes to heels! How's this for fun, huh? Hehehehehe!
Antony:
HEhEhEHEhehhehehEHHEhEHEHHehe The sight of the bottoms of her perky breasts makes my cock jump. My toes wiggle madly, reacting to the fingers on my soles. My feet had never been tickled before and I quickly discovered how insanely sensitive the thin skin of my soles could be. Especially near my insteps had me yelping between giggles like a small puppy.
Cleopatra:
OhohohaHAHAHAA!!! Look at you up there all laughy and stuff! She decided to go for it...while one hand left his left foot, the other hand stayed on his right foot and tormented all of the areas around his instep before trailing fingers over it back and forth...then scratching a little at his arch. All while that right hand ran up her own arm and down over her chest and torso, feeling her own warmth and moaning a little before that hand jumped to touch the right side of his balls through his boxers, her nail lightly itching at the entire length of his sack... Goochie goochie goo, Gabey-poo!!!
Antony:
BWAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAH HEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHE AHAHHEHEAHAHEHAEHHEHAEHAHEHAEHAHEHAE I can barely stand the combination tickling of my foot and my balls. It is hard to tell what tickles more until a lone finger strokes a particular patch of skin in what I am sure was absolutely accidental... The fingers do continue to focus on my balls though so I can only hope it went unnoticed and that she was focused on my instep.
Cleopatra:
Mmmm...such lovely footsies... Resisting the urge to rub her face on his foot, she slowly straightened herself back up and wasted no time. She peeled the top band of his boxers up and over his pants, revealing bare nakedness and... What a gem of a cock you have, my dear! Ooooh you should be real fun! She almost couldn't stand it any longer and it sort of showed. If her white cheeks could only blush! Such soft clad hands descended upon him yet again, having to straddle one leg again in order to get the proper angle...deciding to keep one leg beneath his pants and boxers, just to actually keep them down there. Whatever shall I do with you? As if she didn't know...
Antony:
I gasp/sigh in relief as I don't think she noticed. She yanked down my boxers and my full cock bounced free in the air. I have no idea... I could tell she was as full of lust as I was and I didn't think there would be too much more tickling. I quietly thank whatever perverted deity might have been aware of what was happening and I look back up at her white face.
Cleopatra:
Hmm...come to think of it... She perked her ass in the air again and leaned forward, sticking a very wet tongue out to lick at his tip, then the ridge. Her fingertips lightly wrapped against the base of his cock, both hands splaying out from there to spread over much of his pelvic region, tapping here and there but mostly dragging so softly over his skin. Remembering something she had read in a subscription of a tickler's magazine, she let her hands spread to his hips and continue around his body, before shaking her wrists enough to brush those ruffles against the crease between his ass cheeks and his thighs.. Giggling a little to herself more than anything, she touched the tip of her tongue on the center of his base where it meets the seam of his balls...and licked forwards and upwards, applying a little pressure with it as it slid effortlessly up his shaft.
Antony:
OH Bonkers.... You're driving me... well... well I guess I know why that's your name now. I manage to quip between moans and my mouth opens wide in a pleasured expression. The fingers on my shaft can surely feel the concrete-like density of my erection and I smile as I feel the tongue. My eyes close as I lose myself in physical pleasure. Then I feel the ruffles... My eyes shoot back open and I let out a yelp so loud that I worry the neighbors might have heard. I then giggle loudly as the tongue licks its intense path up my manhood
Cleopatra:
Mmmmm, now you're catchin' on bebe! Did it really take you this long, bubba? Excited that he figured out the reason behind the name, both hands let their fingers dance beneath his legs, against his ass cheeks! They have a great ol' Soul Train reunion against your cheeks while the clown's lips part in order to let the now slicked cock slide past them. She didn't seem to twitch at all...sinking half way down before pulling back and returning to kiss his base and swallow! She purred once he was completely inside in the only way she knew how...nasally. Her hands fell flush against his thighs and she rubbed them back around the outside...only to meet next to his balls! While she pulls back for the second time, she let her fingertips walk around on the sides of his balls, watching his face and ready for anything.
Antony:
HEHEhEHHEhehEHEHHEHEHHEHE HEHEHEHHE eHEHEHHEHEHEH I laugh and laugh and laugh at the tickling on my ass cheeks and yell out in pleasure as I felt her soft, full lips engulf my throbbing cock. I moaned again as the fingers stopped tickling and rubbed me tenderly.... and the began laughing anew when the fingers spidered along the sides of my balls. PLEEHEHEHHHHEHEHEHHHESE NOHOHOHOHOOHHOOHHOHOHOHO!
Cleopatra:
The giggling escaped right before her lips reached his head, and she couldn't help herself once she pulled away again. Hahahahahahaaaa whatcha beggin' for now? Please no what? Hmm? Silky fingers continued to gently touch the sides of his balls, sometimes they would stroke upwards and sometimes they would just wiggle in place...but slowly, so very slowly, they made their way towards the bottoms for some good jolting action. Tell me, Gabey Baby...
Antony:
PLEHEHehHEHEHEHEHHEHHEsEEEE NO MORE TIHIHIHIHIIHIIHICKLING! I beg for the torturous tickling on my balls to stop as My now slick cock points straight to the ceiling. PLEASE I hehehhehheHEHEHHEHEHHEHEHHEH HAHAHHAHAHAHHAHA HEHEHHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHE
Cleopatra:
This smile was so wide that she showed off all of her pearly whites! Awe, thatta boy. That baby talk voice came back for another round, joining her while her hands rubbed his body from the space next to his balls up as far as she could reach without her lips passing his head. Tell Miss Bonkers all aboouut iittt. Poor tickly little Gabriel! Baby voice got a little higher and squeakier with the last sentence, as her fingers barely reached over the bottom of his rib cage. Her tongue peeked out to run up and down that ridge of his head, from his eye to the helmet's edge.
Antony:
NAH! HEHheEhahhaHAhHAahHAahahhhaAHhaHAha Her voice melts my maturity level right away and I begin babbling like a little boy at the tickling and teasing all the while wishing my cock could once again know the inside of her mouth.
Cleopatra:
Nah? NAaaaAH? Giving the last one three syllables like a kid would, her fingers started wiggling again, almost like they waved up at him and dared him to stop them! Touching down on the bottom couple of ribs, she let her fingertips and ruffles be the only thing touching his skin. They started downwards together, then curled around and went back up towards his sides, then touched a couple more ribs before curling around and heading back down towards herself. They continued their wonky trail so that they touched on every little square inch of his midsection...and half way through, her lips parted again to slide down his shaft once more. They tightened half way down, and didn't loosen at all as her head began to bob, curls bouncing against his hips and the sides of his upper thighs and ass.
Antony:
EHEHEHHEHEHEHHAHE EAHHAE AEAHE AHE AHEHAEHEHAEHAHEHEAAEHEAHEHEHEAHEAAEHEAHEHE AHEHHEHAHEHEHAHAHEHE! I can't remember the last time I laughed so hard or the last time I felt so ticklish. The way the fingers tease my ribs and sides makes me feel as weak as a kitten and a devilish physical reminder that no matter what I do or which way I squirm, the tickles will find me. I moan loudly though as I feel my cock enter her mouth again and giggle sheepishly at the ass and thigh tickles.
Cleopatra:
The mixture of laughter and moaning is soon to drive Bonkers up the wall...and she wasn't gonna let him know it, either! Not vocally anyway. She decided to tell him by quickly pulling back after a good amount of bobbing and teasing his thighs, and scooting forward enough to rub his throbbing head against her wetness. Shifting her thong out of the way for good until she moved it again, before he could laugh anymore his head penetrated and it was her turn to quiver! She threw her head back and slid all the way down, torturously slow even for herself! Lips parted and a very sweet moan escaped, followed by the lifting and swaying of what they both were yearning for. She curled forward, almost wracked with a nearly instant inner orgasm, but kept her hips bucking as her hands landed on his chest, fingers wiggling outwards to touch on that one spot on his lower ribs by his side that had him giggly earlier. Ohhh Gabey Baby, you feel so good!
Antony:
OOOOHhHhohoOHHOHOhoohO HEHHHEHAHEAHEHAHE AHEHAEheahEHhEh ehehehehheHHHHHEHEHEHEHHEHEEHHEH It is so wonderfully warm and slippery inside of her and her dancing fingers once again make short work of my sanity. It makes me bounce and thrust deep inside of her. At this point, my face is the color of a tomato and tears are running down my cheeks. My 9 inch cock filling her up and thrusting more and more.
Cleopatra:
Bonkers for once almost didn't know what to do! Watching his reactions was driving her even further into her name, and every time she felt him pound deeper inside her, she let out a very sweet and often times loud moan. Almost curling up while still riding him, her legs bent beside them with her thighs against his hips and sides, her lustful face suddenly changed to grinning before his tear-filled eyes. She giggled and never let her eyes wander from his face no matter how much her orange lashes fluttered, but she did curl in the opposite direction, unhooking the front of her top so that he could marvel at her chest...even leaning forward so he could smell the cotton candy fragrance her skin radiated once she was fully aroused and in the moment. She grabbed her breasts, tweaked her nipples for him, and instantaneously reached behind herself to touch at the bottoms of his balls...so lightly as if she were fondling herself. Mmmm, Gabriel...
Antony:
My eyes shot open and I thrusted as deep as I could to try and escape her gentle touch on my scrotum. I wondered if my toes were wiggling again. Her magnificent breasts had me utterly titnotized and I didn't think it would be too long before the pleasure built up into an explosive orgasm. I twitched and squirmed as much as I possibly could. There was very little left of my sanity at that point.
HAHEHHAEH EHAHEHHEA HEHEAHAEHAEHHAEHAEHEHHAEHHEHAEEHHE EAHEHEHHEHAHEAHEAHHEAHAEHAEHEHAHAEHEHAEHEAHAEH
Cleopatra:
She gasped deeply and let out one very nice, loud moan, and didn't give a fuck if the neighbors heard her! Those breasts bounced with the force of his thrust, and her head fell backwards again, completely unaware of how close any of her hair was getting to anywhere with the angel of her arching body. Deciding on a repeat performance, her fingers touched down next to that same spot on the bottom of his nuts and she didn't bother to brace herself, just went with it. Those little sneaky fingers wiggled up and down between his sack and the skin beneath it, not realizing that some of her hair was dangerously close to catching on her fingers...
Antony:
eHHEHHAHAAEEAEAHEAEEAEAEAEAEEEA I couldn't form words if I tried. I can't feel much of anything other than the onslaught of sensations in the middle of my body any more. When the fingers touch down again, I yelp in a ridiculously high voice before descending back into my horrible case of the giggles.
Cleopatra:
The clown smiles, even though her little victim couldn't see because she was fully extended! Her hair finally got caught on those squirmy fingers of hers, and dipped down further than she was touching...right when she had the idea to run one middle finger down further, she felt her hair beat it to the hole! Oooohhh goooddddd....let's see if..ahhhh the things I read were true! Either way, she fooled around with those curls while they were there, dusting to either side of his puckered hole and running that little tuft directly over it vertically.
Antony:
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGHHHH! I'm literally screaming with laughter as I feel an orgasm coming on. NOT THERE! NOT THERE! NOT TTHHEEEEEHHEHEHEHEHEHHHEHHEHEHHEHEHHEHEHEHEHHEHERRRRRRRRRREEEEE! I never knew that that spot could be ticklish, let alone excrutiatingly so.
Cleopatra:
Another gasp and moan gushed forth from her throat, and she managed to maneuver where she could watch his face and continue to play with her hair against his asshole. Her eyelids were so low, she almost looked stoned or drunk or something! Breathing in the sound of his wild laughter and moaning out her approval, she figured on finally moving her hair away from there and sticking with her finger, as she could feel everything so much easier that way! Her left hand grabbed at her chest, rubbing her breasts and pinching a nipple here and there like she did just seconds ago, but this time she had a hole that needed tending to at the end of her finger! Ever so lightly, keeping her upper body as still as possible while her hips never lied once, her middle finger let just the tip of her nail graze circles around that hole, and she mixed in giggles with her moaning. Hehehehehuuughhh Gabey's lihihihittle hooohohohoole!! Mmmmm, pucker up baby!
Antony:
FUCK AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! I came convulsing as if I was having a manic seizure. My body shook violently from head to toe as I shot directly inside of her. After what seemed like hours, although it was probably closer to 15 or 20 seconds, My body lied limp on the bed underneath her and I could only mutter my giggles.
Cleopatra:
She was way more than ready for release, fearing that each thrust would ruin it early for her...those colorful eyes closed and her head fell back again as his eruption caused her explosion literally as soon as she felt it! She ground her hips against his in an attempt to feel him shoot as deep inside her as humanly possible, fully palming his scrotum with both hands as they came together. She rode his seizure out until there wasn't a drop left...and while still connected, she leaned forward and hugged him so tenderly, moaning out the last waves of her orgasm. Mmmmmmm, baby......still scared of my kind?
Antony:
I mutter weakly. Yeah kinda... you just nearly killed me
I can't even find the energy to laugh at my own joke.Cleopatra:
She managed to force out a small chuckle at it, looking deep into his eyes with an admiration that wasn't there before.
