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Amy

Gina_Crews_Fan

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Amy
by: ???


Amy called me that evening--she skipped school early, and wanted the notes from Biology she had missed that day. Like any swell guy who wanted to help his friend get through her senior year of high school, I promptly jumped on my bike and pedaled across the neighborhood to her house. When I arrived, she greeted me at the door wearing an untucked blouse, tight jeans rolled up at the bottom, and gym socks. She apologized for her appearance, telling me that she had been dusting the house for her mother.

She let me in, and I followed her into her family room, my eyes falling from her very shapely rear to her socked feet. After giving her the notes she invited me to sit on the sofa with her, and we engaged in some small talk while watching MTV. Discussing the sports at school, she asked me how I was doing on the wrestling squad.

I told her about how the practices were the toughest of any other sport, and by the end of it you could only tell who the good wrestlers were by counting the number of people able to walk back to the locker room.

"Really? It doesn't look so tough--I mean, how hard is it to win in a sport about two guys rolling around a mat in tights?", she teased.

"You can say that because you don't go through it."

She replied, "Oh come now. I have two sisters, and I used to beat them every time!" A little light went off over her head, then she said, "Come on; I bet I can take you down in no time flat!"

Before I had a chance to respond to her ludicrous statement, she charged across the sofa at me. Grabbing my arm, she began pulling me towards her. When I got close enough, I grabbed her around the waist and pulled her to the floor. I pounced onto her back and before she knew it, my hands dug into her sides. I had her on her tummy on the floor, sitting on top of her cute ass. She bucked viciously under me as my fingers wiggled under her arms.

"Oh God, no...not tickling...," Amy screamed, "Please, don't...oh, no...don't tickle..."

I grew up with this girl, and knew how far to go. I've also tickled her before, and knew exactly where to go. I listened to her pleas, and stopped.

With a devilish idea, I began to undo my necktie without her knowing it (being such a snappy dresser).

"Oh," she moaned. "I thought you were going to go on forev...huh...hey,wait! What are you doing?" she asked in surprise as I wrapped one end of my tie around her left wrist. I pulled her arm over her head, brought the tie around the coffee table leg, and brought her right arm up over her head, securing her loose wrist to the other end of the makeshift rope.

"What are you going to do with me?", she asked with a slight edge of panic in her voice.

"I'm going to teach you not to mess around with the big boys, Amy." I sat back, admiring my handiwork. I noticed that with her arms extended over her head, her blouse rode up on her, exposing quite a lot of her midsection. I rolled her over onto her back, her arms crossing at the wrists. My eyes stared directly into hers, and I saw a girl a little frightened and a little anxious. They fell down to her beautifully bare belly, and I couldn't resist. I began to unbutton her shirt from the bottom, and a look of alarm fell over her face.

"Now hold on..." I interrupted, saying, "You didn't stop me before. Remember the tree house? Eighth grade? You didn't mind then." We were friends, and I wasn't going to compromise that. What I was going to do, however, was to have a good time--at Amy's expense.

I have always loved tickling, as long as I can remember. A beautiful girl bound and erotically tortured drove me insane, and as many times as I have experienced it, it always seemed to get better. My mouth went dry as these thoughts raced through my head. I continued to undress her, and when I was through, her shirt was splayed across the floor under her. Her breasts, encased in a pink lacy bra were simply lovely. I looked up to her.

"What are you going to do?", she asked.

I just smiled and said, "I think you know."

She smiled back, and replied, "Well, there's nothing I can really do about it, is there?"

"You realize, of course, that I'm going to tickle you senseless now," I said to her.

She moaned with a hint of sadness, and looked up to me with pleading eyes."Please go easy with me..."

I began to graze my fingers under her arms, and watched with glee as she went into hysterics. I remained focused on her face, watching her eyes roll back into her head, her lovely mouth becoming contorted with each laugh. I continued to stroke her sides, and she reacted violently when I brushed the sides of her breasts. I watched them heave with each burst of laughter as my probing fingers worked their way down to her taunt belly. I circled her cute bellybutton with my index fingers, soaking up the sight of her undulating body under me. Amy bucked and howled with laughter as I dropped my head to her flat tummy, my tongue slithering into her bellybutton while my fingers continued their devilish dance along the smooth sides of her breasts.

With my tongue slavering in her abdomen's ticklish target, Amy began crying, "Oh, God...that tickles...please, oh please no...haha!!!!"

Satisfied, I looked up for a moment, and on the TV rested the feather duster she had been using to clean the house.

"I'll be right back", I told her. As I walked over to it, I heard her scream behind me. She saw what I was bringing back to her.

As I straddled her legs, I placed her knees under my thighs and between my calves. That way, I had a perfect view of her entire upper body. Despite her begging and pleading, I brought the duster down across her ticklish stomach, the dozens of feathers dancing along her skin. She went into sudden, powerful seizures as I dragged the torturous fibers across her, watching the surface of her skin swell and harden with goosebumps at each pass.

"Oh, stop...hahaha...it tickles too much...it tickles me," she screamed. "you're...hahaha...yor're loving this...oh....aren't you!"

I smiled and said,"I have always loved it, and it looks like you are, too!"

"No...no, I'm...hahaha...not...Oh, please stop...No tickling,haha...tickling me..."

Fifteen minutes past, but I wasn't quite through yet. There still remained one part of her body left that I had yet to ravage. My personal favorite:

Her sexy feet.

I got up, much to her relief. It wouldn't last for long as I just turned her over back onto her belly. "I'm going to play with your feet now, Amy. Any last words?"

She squeeled with fear, then said, "Oh my God,no...not my feet...my feet are too ticklish...oh, please don't tickle my feet..."

I didn't listen to her as I placed her kicking legs under my knees, sitting Indian-style between her legs. I slid my fingers into her socks and peeled them off, one at a time. Oh, what a sight!!! Her feet were the shapeliest ones I had ever seen, and now they were totally helpless before me. I decided to concentrate on one a time, and I liked the right one. Grabbing her ankle with my right hand, I brought it back closer to my face. Just before the torture, I admired the prettiness of Amy's young foot; the silky smooth instep, the shapely heel, the luscious toes wiggling with all their might trying to escape. I licked my lips in anticipation, oblivious to her begging. Dragging my fingers across the naked bottom of her precious foot, I tickled her viciously. She screamed, pleaded, laughed all at once.

I was in heaven.

I let go of it, and tickled both of Amy's sensitive soles at the same time. I watched with utter pleasure as her feet squirmed before me, my fingers relentlessly stroking her helpless bare feet. After so many minutes, her screaming and laughing was just too much for me.

"Are you enjoying this?", I taunted her.

"God, no..please..hahaha...stop...tickling...haha...oh, stop tickling me...", Amy begged.

"Beg me to tickle your feet...tell me you love it!"; I was dying to hear those words in my ears.

"No, no...don't make me beg...!"

I increased the speed of my foot-tickling fingers, watching with delight as I ravaged her soft skin. Finally, she relented and the words that poured from her lips was music to my ears.

"Oh, yes...haha...tickle me...tickle my feet...I...hahaha love it...love your tickling...my feet love it...!"

Her toes wiggled in vain, trying to evade my fingers as a new idea came to my mind. Bringing her left foot closer, I began to softly bite her heel. Amy bucked visciously underneath me as I continued to nibble at her foot, the fingers from my free hand quickly stroking her silky smooth sole. Then, using my fingers to hold her toes back, my teeth raked up and down her instep. She was going nuts as I gently grazed the ball of her foot, pleasuring her with my teeth and tongue.

Amy stopped begging, and began pleading in laughter with every torturous pass of my mouth.

Deeming her torment was long enough, I stopped. Before releasing my prisoner though, I gently stroked her pretty soles, committing the touch to memory. Letting go of her legs, I turned Amy over, and saw her face streamed with tears.

"Please...I've had enough...", she wimpered.

"So have I."
 
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Gina_Crews_Fan said:
Amy
by: ???

Believe it or not, it was written by me, circa 1990/1991, and originally posted on CompuServe--back when it was virtually nothing more than a dialup text-based message board.
I wrote it when I was 19 or 20, very loosely based on a girl in my neighborhood. I tickled her a few times, but not like that.:)

I told you people I was a "long-time" lurker.

I also posted another story at that time on CompuServe, entitled "Christine's Ordeal", also sometimes known as "Heather's Ordeal" because I had two versions of it out there. It centers around a wife who finds her husband's collection of tickling pornography--she tickles herself while she reads his magazines in the closet in a flashback, before she allows her husband to fulfill his fantasies of tickling her. Short story I never got to complete.

If you ever trip over it, I'd love to see it again.
 
Re: Re: Amy

Cyclic said:
I also posted another story at that time on CompuServe, entitled "Christine's Ordeal", also sometimes known as "Heather's Ordeal" because I had two versions of it out there. It centers around a wife who finds her husband's collection of tickling pornography--she tickles herself while she reads his magazines in the closet in a flashback, before she allows her husband to fulfill his fantasies of tickling her. Short story I never got to complete.

If you ever trip over it, I'd love to see it again.

Argh!!! you must be kidding?! Surely you have a copy of your own work on your computer? I'd love to read this one!

I thought Amy's story was damn good, but I am very interested in the story line of the missing masterpiece. :couch:
 
Re: Re: Re: Amy

sole seeker said:
Argh!!! you must be kidding?! Surely you have a copy of your own work on your computer? I'd love to read this one!

If I still have it, it's stashed away on some old 5 1/4" unmarked floppy disk. At my parents house, no less. It was well over ten years ago, you know.

Really wasn't much to it--starts off with a woman who's bound in a chair before her husband, and then flashes back to when she finds her husband's stash of tickling porn, tickles herself (mainly her own foot) while she looks through the magazine and fantasizes about it, and agrees to let her husband finally have his wish: in white stockings, no less. Pretty short, and it had a "to be continued" at the end.

I posted it on CompuServe at the same time I posted "Amy", so it's bound to be out there, somewhere in the ether. "Called Christine's/Christina's Ordeal", or "Heather's Ordeal"--who was my girlfriend at the time.
I'm sure some old timer's gotta have it on their hard drive somewhere.

Incidentally, there was a 2nd version of "Amy" that I circulated privately, because CompuServe ixnayed it--the only twist was that, while the character was licking/tickling one of her feet, he was jerking off at the same time unbeknownst to Amy...That didn't meet their censor standards at the time, so it was bounced back.
 
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