*a collaboration with PeterVincentTGVK's infamous "Jenni" and some of my own creativity; enjoy!
Art slows down his ford focus as he shifts into park. He looks anxiously at Jenni who is excitedly staring at a beat up old mansion. He never wanted to end up at this creepy house, but Jenni wanted to, and she was a hot little number he thought, and a very seductive one at that. At least he was able to get her to go without her make-up. Clowns seemed to creep him out more than the house in front of them. She had abandoned her party outfit for tight navy jeans and a white halter. It's about 1:30am and it is pitch black outside. Jenni rolled down her window, letting the warm, summer night air swoop in the car.
"C'mon Art! I can hardly wait to see the inside!" She begged like a child bouncing up and down who wants a new toy.
"Uh.. I mean are you about this place? It looks a bit sketchy..." He replied, trying to sound as confident as he could.
She moped at him with a sad face. He knew exactly why she wanted a peak at this eerie location: it was filled with myths and lore of tickling. Tickling was basically her life!*
"Well," she said in a low, husky voice, placing her hand on his thigh,"if you explore this place with me, maybe I'll reciprocate with a little somethin somethin," she smiled as she wiggled her fingers against his jeans. “Favor for a favor...”
He snorted and pushed her hands away. Her entrancing smile was to much resist, and if he had it his way, he would just make love to her right there. Why did she have to be so damn cute?
"Alright let's go..." He sighed with a smile.
Jenni squealed with delight as she jumped out of the car. 'This better be worth it,' he thought.
Once up to the*front door, the two of them realize that the*wooden porch*is old and rotting, with a sort of musky smell cloaking it. There some dried up leaves stuck under a few of the cracks in the wooden planks. However, the front door itself looked quite fresh and new, with what looked like a bright shade of freshly painted jade. There was a golden lion’s head that was used as a knocker in the center.
“Eeeehhhh I’m so excited!” Jenni bounced, squeaking the floor as she did.
Then she stopped her little charade to glance over at Art. He had his hands in his pockets and shrugged his shoulders.
“Well, aren’t you gonna knock?” she inquired with a devilish smile.
Normally, he would have argued it, but seeing as his having sex with Jenni was on the line, he quietly complied. He walked up to the door and swung the little golden head into the wood. At the moment the lion made contact with the green paint, the door actually pushed open slightly, revealing the mansion’s dark interior. Art’s heart nearly stopped when it happened.
“Good job, Honey,” she teased as she gave him a peck on the cheek. “Who'd have thought you were so good with knockers?”
Art blushed as he watched Jenni struggle to push the door open enough for her to squeeze through. He simply stared as he witnessed her sexy, curvy figure push its way through that tight crack in the doorway.
“C’mon Baby, you can worry about all of this later!” she taunted, showing off her cleavage, implying that she was aware of his dirty thinking.
Once inside the actual mansion, Jenni and Art stopped to take it all in. It was dark and dreary, and the enormous bookshelves up against the wall were littered with dust and dead bugs. The foyer itself wasn’t too large, and the chandelier above only had three bulbs that weren’t just broken*shards of glass. Art glanced down at the floor at the circular carpet. It was dark, but he could have sworn it was a fancy design with a giant image of a white feather in the center.
“Ok, which way should we go?” he asked, trying to sound as cool as possible.
Jenni smiled at him and rubbed his shoulder. She could tell he wasn’t as comfortable as her.
“Well which way do you wanna go?” she responded, ”There’s a ton of different rooms.”
He just stood there, indecisive.
“Ok, how bout we split up? I’ll go left, you go right. I hear there’s a large*banquet hall*on the other side, we could meet up there!” Jenni suggested.
Not entirely down with the plan, Art complied anyway. He had seen enough scary movies to know not to split up in an old house. He stared longingly as he saw his beautifully seductive friend walk down an empty, dark hallway. He sighed as he turned and entered a large*living space*behind him…
w/ Jenni
Jenni walked stealthily along that hallway as she kept a weary eye out for any suspicious occurrences. She knew far more than she had revealed to Art about this house, and even for a second, regretted leaving him on his own. At the end of the hall, she had the option of going straight, into another hall, which would most likely take her to where she would meet up with Art. Instead, however, she turned left, into an abandoned bedroom, or so she assumed.*
The wallpaper in that room was of an aged pink, and there were cobwebs lining the four corners of the ceiling. A large, queen-sized bed was situated against the middle of the*back wall, and there were a few dressers next to the nightstand. Jenni eyed the room carefully, looking out for any secret switches or hidden rooms that she had read about somewhere. Over in the corner of the room, was a huge, plush teddy bear, gargantuan at that, with a smaller teddy bear sitting in its lap.
Jenni slowly walked over to the bed, just now realizing that this must have been a young girl’s room long ago, and saw a crumpled uppiece of paper. Jenni carefully grabbed it, and when she did, she felt a strange aura pass through the walls. She unfolded the paper and used her phone for light. It read: All the monkeys jumped on the bed! Jenni thought she got the idea, so she dropped the paper and lightly pressed down with her hands onto the mattress. Nothing happened, so she got onto the actual bed and bounced on it on her knees. She then stood up, peering around the room just in case, and fell back with a soft thud against the bed, staring up at the decayed ceiling; that did it.
All at once, Jenni felt the bed rumble, almost growl, and as soon as she tried to get up, sheets and blankets rolled up like tightly knotted ropes shot at her limbs, bringing her down. She struggled, however the creepy magic that entangled her was unmatched. Her wrists were held down above her head, and her ankles at the end of the bed with her legs spread apart. While this possessed bed was securing her down, a crisp,*white feather*shot at her from one of the drawers in the nightstand. It soared across in a zigzag fashion, literally slicing her clothes at the seams. Jenni struggled and cried out for help as she quickly became a naked, helpless wreck; the bedroom door also closed by itself.
“So this is one of the secrets…” she thought, trying to rationalize the situation and also to calm herself down.
Her perky breasts tingled in the cool air of the bedroom, and she wasn’t very content with the fact that her womanhood was rudely exposed. She hadn't decided if Art would actually get in her pants, but had shaved earlier that day just in case. Then the magic came in a new form. To Jenni’s great dismay and excitement, the two teddy bears arose from their supposed sleep, and trudged over to the bed. They climbed up onto the mattress and stared down at the helpless girl in front of them. Jenni swallowed fearfully in her throat.
“Tickle, tickle, tickle!” screeched a sheer, cold voice.
Jenni squirmed around a bit, as she felt her bare feet telling her to laugh. The smaller teddy bear began to drag its furry paws up, down and around Jenni’s poor soles. The soft fuzz made it that much more unbearable, and soon Jenni wore a large, unwanted smile upon her pretty face. The scary voice had emerged from inside the bear, seeing as it had no mouth.
“Mmmm very sensitive I see! A good victim this one!” said the other bear in its shrill voice.
The smaller bear continued to torture the little princess, as it began to intently rub its paws under her toes. Jenni held her breath as the soft, plushy arms scraped at that pad of skin underneath her petite toes.
“Looks like she needs a little push!” cried the larger bear, who then straddled her waist.
The contact of its fur against her hipbone and crotch alone tingled, yet wasn’t comparable to what the gargantuan teddy did next.
“hehehhahahahhahahaahhhhahah!” she fell victim to the insatiable taste of giggling.
The smaller bear continued playing with her toes, as the larger one pressed its paws into her sides, squeezing and teasing her soft flesh. Every so often the paws would gently stroke long lines up her sides from her hips to her underarms and back down again. This combined tickling was too much for Jenni, who began to writhe in a feeble attempt to escape. However, as she squirmed, she began to rub her crotch back and forth against the fur of the teddy bear, which tingled like no other.
“hahahahaaaaaaaaahHAHAHAHHAAA!” Jenni cackled as she felt two paws attack and dive down into her armpits.*
Her underarms were very ticklish to the human hands, let alone a magical paw of soft, ticklish fur. Jenni laughed and laughed against her will as she began to sweat.
“Yes! Yesss! Very well! Very well!” came the harsh voice from one of the bears; Jenni was so wrapped up in her own laughter, she couldn’t even tell which one said it.
Her feet began feeling numb from all the tickling; however, that didn’t take away from her incessant giggling. This was a tickling Jenni had never experienced.
“MMmmm its time I think! Yes, yes it’s time!” shrieked the smaller teddy bear.
Jenni wasn’t sure what that meant, but became slightly relieved as she felt her feet released from the ticklish paws.
“heheheheheheeaaahaha,” she continued to giggle as she wriggled her now free toes in the air; they were slightly sweaty from the torture.
“eheheeeeehehe..Tiiimme for whaahahah HAHAHAHHAHHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHHA!!!!” Jenni screamed.
As she asked the question, the smaller bear dived head first underneath the larger bear. When it arrived at its destination, the smaller bear began hungrily munching and nibbling on Jenni’s exposed vaginal lips.
“HAHHAAHAHAAHAHAH oohhhhhhhhhhhAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” she screamed and writhed through the never-ending, pleasurable torture. She began to buck, which only gave the devious bear a chance to position it hands under her and tickle her ass as it lavished such tender and ticklish attention on her freshly shaven mound.
“OH GOD NO! HEHEHEHEHHEHEHE HAEHHAEHAHEHAEHAHEHAEH!” The tickling of her womanhood and heart shaped bottom was too much for Jenni to take.
The smaller bear didn’t respond to Jenni’s laughter this time, as it continued eating her out with its furry head. Jenni was on the brink of an explosion, as her loins burned with pleasure and tickling-induced laughter.
“Gitchhi gooooooo!” the larger bear taunted as it caressed her breasts.
Jenni cackled as her tits were tickled to another world. Her sensitive breasts couldn’t handle the gentle and torturous care of the plush arms, whose only goal in their artificial life was to tickle. Jenni couldn’t resist any longer.
“Tickly tickly ticklish tickle too!” came the voice.
It was too much.
“Gitchi mcGitchi goo!” as more fur brushed up against her burning and ticklish breasts.
“Tickle tickle!”
“HAHAHHAHAHAHAHA!!”
“Gitchi goo, tickle tickle!”
Then the large bear bent down and blew a monstrous, furry raspberry into Jenni’s tummy, sending ticklish vibrations through her bellybutton.
“hahahahaaAWWWWWWWWWWHAHAAHAHHA!” she screamed as she came all over the smaller bear’s furry face.*
w/ ART
To be continued . . .
Art slows down his ford focus as he shifts into park. He looks anxiously at Jenni who is excitedly staring at a beat up old mansion. He never wanted to end up at this creepy house, but Jenni wanted to, and she was a hot little number he thought, and a very seductive one at that. At least he was able to get her to go without her make-up. Clowns seemed to creep him out more than the house in front of them. She had abandoned her party outfit for tight navy jeans and a white halter. It's about 1:30am and it is pitch black outside. Jenni rolled down her window, letting the warm, summer night air swoop in the car.
"C'mon Art! I can hardly wait to see the inside!" She begged like a child bouncing up and down who wants a new toy.
"Uh.. I mean are you about this place? It looks a bit sketchy..." He replied, trying to sound as confident as he could.
She moped at him with a sad face. He knew exactly why she wanted a peak at this eerie location: it was filled with myths and lore of tickling. Tickling was basically her life!*
"Well," she said in a low, husky voice, placing her hand on his thigh,"if you explore this place with me, maybe I'll reciprocate with a little somethin somethin," she smiled as she wiggled her fingers against his jeans. “Favor for a favor...”
He snorted and pushed her hands away. Her entrancing smile was to much resist, and if he had it his way, he would just make love to her right there. Why did she have to be so damn cute?
"Alright let's go..." He sighed with a smile.
Jenni squealed with delight as she jumped out of the car. 'This better be worth it,' he thought.
Once up to the*front door, the two of them realize that the*wooden porch*is old and rotting, with a sort of musky smell cloaking it. There some dried up leaves stuck under a few of the cracks in the wooden planks. However, the front door itself looked quite fresh and new, with what looked like a bright shade of freshly painted jade. There was a golden lion’s head that was used as a knocker in the center.
“Eeeehhhh I’m so excited!” Jenni bounced, squeaking the floor as she did.
Then she stopped her little charade to glance over at Art. He had his hands in his pockets and shrugged his shoulders.
“Well, aren’t you gonna knock?” she inquired with a devilish smile.
Normally, he would have argued it, but seeing as his having sex with Jenni was on the line, he quietly complied. He walked up to the door and swung the little golden head into the wood. At the moment the lion made contact with the green paint, the door actually pushed open slightly, revealing the mansion’s dark interior. Art’s heart nearly stopped when it happened.
“Good job, Honey,” she teased as she gave him a peck on the cheek. “Who'd have thought you were so good with knockers?”
Art blushed as he watched Jenni struggle to push the door open enough for her to squeeze through. He simply stared as he witnessed her sexy, curvy figure push its way through that tight crack in the doorway.
“C’mon Baby, you can worry about all of this later!” she taunted, showing off her cleavage, implying that she was aware of his dirty thinking.
Once inside the actual mansion, Jenni and Art stopped to take it all in. It was dark and dreary, and the enormous bookshelves up against the wall were littered with dust and dead bugs. The foyer itself wasn’t too large, and the chandelier above only had three bulbs that weren’t just broken*shards of glass. Art glanced down at the floor at the circular carpet. It was dark, but he could have sworn it was a fancy design with a giant image of a white feather in the center.
“Ok, which way should we go?” he asked, trying to sound as cool as possible.
Jenni smiled at him and rubbed his shoulder. She could tell he wasn’t as comfortable as her.
“Well which way do you wanna go?” she responded, ”There’s a ton of different rooms.”
He just stood there, indecisive.
“Ok, how bout we split up? I’ll go left, you go right. I hear there’s a large*banquet hall*on the other side, we could meet up there!” Jenni suggested.
Not entirely down with the plan, Art complied anyway. He had seen enough scary movies to know not to split up in an old house. He stared longingly as he saw his beautifully seductive friend walk down an empty, dark hallway. He sighed as he turned and entered a large*living space*behind him…
w/ Jenni
Jenni walked stealthily along that hallway as she kept a weary eye out for any suspicious occurrences. She knew far more than she had revealed to Art about this house, and even for a second, regretted leaving him on his own. At the end of the hall, she had the option of going straight, into another hall, which would most likely take her to where she would meet up with Art. Instead, however, she turned left, into an abandoned bedroom, or so she assumed.*
The wallpaper in that room was of an aged pink, and there were cobwebs lining the four corners of the ceiling. A large, queen-sized bed was situated against the middle of the*back wall, and there were a few dressers next to the nightstand. Jenni eyed the room carefully, looking out for any secret switches or hidden rooms that she had read about somewhere. Over in the corner of the room, was a huge, plush teddy bear, gargantuan at that, with a smaller teddy bear sitting in its lap.
Jenni slowly walked over to the bed, just now realizing that this must have been a young girl’s room long ago, and saw a crumpled uppiece of paper. Jenni carefully grabbed it, and when she did, she felt a strange aura pass through the walls. She unfolded the paper and used her phone for light. It read: All the monkeys jumped on the bed! Jenni thought she got the idea, so she dropped the paper and lightly pressed down with her hands onto the mattress. Nothing happened, so she got onto the actual bed and bounced on it on her knees. She then stood up, peering around the room just in case, and fell back with a soft thud against the bed, staring up at the decayed ceiling; that did it.
All at once, Jenni felt the bed rumble, almost growl, and as soon as she tried to get up, sheets and blankets rolled up like tightly knotted ropes shot at her limbs, bringing her down. She struggled, however the creepy magic that entangled her was unmatched. Her wrists were held down above her head, and her ankles at the end of the bed with her legs spread apart. While this possessed bed was securing her down, a crisp,*white feather*shot at her from one of the drawers in the nightstand. It soared across in a zigzag fashion, literally slicing her clothes at the seams. Jenni struggled and cried out for help as she quickly became a naked, helpless wreck; the bedroom door also closed by itself.
“So this is one of the secrets…” she thought, trying to rationalize the situation and also to calm herself down.
Her perky breasts tingled in the cool air of the bedroom, and she wasn’t very content with the fact that her womanhood was rudely exposed. She hadn't decided if Art would actually get in her pants, but had shaved earlier that day just in case. Then the magic came in a new form. To Jenni’s great dismay and excitement, the two teddy bears arose from their supposed sleep, and trudged over to the bed. They climbed up onto the mattress and stared down at the helpless girl in front of them. Jenni swallowed fearfully in her throat.
“Tickle, tickle, tickle!” screeched a sheer, cold voice.
Jenni squirmed around a bit, as she felt her bare feet telling her to laugh. The smaller teddy bear began to drag its furry paws up, down and around Jenni’s poor soles. The soft fuzz made it that much more unbearable, and soon Jenni wore a large, unwanted smile upon her pretty face. The scary voice had emerged from inside the bear, seeing as it had no mouth.
“Mmmm very sensitive I see! A good victim this one!” said the other bear in its shrill voice.
The smaller bear continued to torture the little princess, as it began to intently rub its paws under her toes. Jenni held her breath as the soft, plushy arms scraped at that pad of skin underneath her petite toes.
“Looks like she needs a little push!” cried the larger bear, who then straddled her waist.
The contact of its fur against her hipbone and crotch alone tingled, yet wasn’t comparable to what the gargantuan teddy did next.
“hehehhahahahhahahaahhhhahah!” she fell victim to the insatiable taste of giggling.
The smaller bear continued playing with her toes, as the larger one pressed its paws into her sides, squeezing and teasing her soft flesh. Every so often the paws would gently stroke long lines up her sides from her hips to her underarms and back down again. This combined tickling was too much for Jenni, who began to writhe in a feeble attempt to escape. However, as she squirmed, she began to rub her crotch back and forth against the fur of the teddy bear, which tingled like no other.
“hahahahaaaaaaaaahHAHAHAHHAAA!” Jenni cackled as she felt two paws attack and dive down into her armpits.*
Her underarms were very ticklish to the human hands, let alone a magical paw of soft, ticklish fur. Jenni laughed and laughed against her will as she began to sweat.
“Yes! Yesss! Very well! Very well!” came the harsh voice from one of the bears; Jenni was so wrapped up in her own laughter, she couldn’t even tell which one said it.
Her feet began feeling numb from all the tickling; however, that didn’t take away from her incessant giggling. This was a tickling Jenni had never experienced.
“MMmmm its time I think! Yes, yes it’s time!” shrieked the smaller teddy bear.
Jenni wasn’t sure what that meant, but became slightly relieved as she felt her feet released from the ticklish paws.
“heheheheheheeaaahaha,” she continued to giggle as she wriggled her now free toes in the air; they were slightly sweaty from the torture.
“eheheeeeehehe..Tiiimme for whaahahah HAHAHAHHAHHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHHA!!!!” Jenni screamed.
As she asked the question, the smaller bear dived head first underneath the larger bear. When it arrived at its destination, the smaller bear began hungrily munching and nibbling on Jenni’s exposed vaginal lips.
“HAHHAAHAHAAHAHAH oohhhhhhhhhhhAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” she screamed and writhed through the never-ending, pleasurable torture. She began to buck, which only gave the devious bear a chance to position it hands under her and tickle her ass as it lavished such tender and ticklish attention on her freshly shaven mound.
“OH GOD NO! HEHEHEHEHHEHEHE HAEHHAEHAHEHAEHAHEHAEH!” The tickling of her womanhood and heart shaped bottom was too much for Jenni to take.
The smaller bear didn’t respond to Jenni’s laughter this time, as it continued eating her out with its furry head. Jenni was on the brink of an explosion, as her loins burned with pleasure and tickling-induced laughter.
“Gitchhi gooooooo!” the larger bear taunted as it caressed her breasts.
Jenni cackled as her tits were tickled to another world. Her sensitive breasts couldn’t handle the gentle and torturous care of the plush arms, whose only goal in their artificial life was to tickle. Jenni couldn’t resist any longer.
“Tickly tickly ticklish tickle too!” came the voice.
It was too much.
“Gitchi mcGitchi goo!” as more fur brushed up against her burning and ticklish breasts.
“Tickle tickle!”
“HAHAHHAHAHAHAHA!!”
“Gitchi goo, tickle tickle!”
Then the large bear bent down and blew a monstrous, furry raspberry into Jenni’s tummy, sending ticklish vibrations through her bellybutton.
“hahahahaaAWWWWWWWWWWHAHAAHAHHA!” she screamed as she came all over the smaller bear’s furry face.*
w/ ART
To be continued . . .
