Please forgive the shallow plot; when i read a tickling story, i look for the tickling parts, not why, when, or why there is tickling.
LINDA
“Linda, we expect a lot from all of our students here at Hillcrest High School. You must be under your best behavior, or your scholarship will be revoked. I want you to know that the only reason you were accepted is that a spot opened up at the last minute, giving you room to move in.” explained Mr. Schwieker, the principal. Linda nodded carefully, trying not to show her anxiousness. She was afraid of this man, and her feelings were well founded. He was a big guy, about 6'2", over 300 lbs, and looked like a bear from afar. Despite this, he was one of the nicest staff on the entire school board.
He looked into the folder he held open in his huge hand, and said, “I see you have recently been put into a....home....for young women like yourself.” “Like yourself” meant that her parents were unable to care for her. Unlike many of the others in the ‘home’, she was not disowned; her parents did not have the money to support her, and since she had no other relatives, this was the only other solution. It was a place for young women to stay for up to a year before they turned 18, giving them some time to get a job and make some decent money so they could support themselves. The home was known only as Fisher’s Lane, and housed 5 other young women when she moved in.
Linda was 17 years old when she moved here, and was attending the local feeder high school as a senior where her parents lived. When custody was turned over to Fisher’s Lane, she applied for Hillcrest High. Technically, her grades were not high enough for her to be accepted, but the situation she was in struck a chord in Mr. Schwieker’s heart. He was in the same predicament as a young man of 17, and decided to cut her some slack. She would have to pull her grades up to stay in Hillcrest, though.
School went well, and she was a good friend to many of the students at the high school. Her grades soared, and soon she was a straight-A student. She was surrounded by positive reinforcement every time she did something right. This was what she needed all her life. All the staff at FL (Fisher’s Lane) loved her, even the other girls, or so it seemed to her. She thrived in this environment, and wished this could have happened to her sooner.
After a few months, her 18th birthday was closing in. She loved everybody at FL, and didn’t want to leave. But she had to prepare. She soon got busy packing her things, ready to move into her new apartment she bought with the money she earned during her long hours as a waitress. She would still have to finish her senior year, then she planned to join the Armed Forces, so she could go to college.
However, all the girls at FL had grown very jealous of her, being such a kiss-ass and teacher’s pet, so to speak. She was the only on any of the staff ever talked about. “Oh, she’s so smart,” or “She has the highest grades in her class,” was all the girls heard. They were sick of it. They grew to hate her, but didn’t show it, as they didn’t want her suspicious of them as they plotted against her.
The group of five held a meeting as to what they should do to her. Jenny, the smartest (academically) of the five conspirators, stood up to present her idea. She was only 5'5", with big brown eyes and straight brown hair that fell to her shoulders. She wore thin glasses, as her eyesight without them was 18/20. “Why don’t we stun-gun her a few times?” she suggested. “No, too painful,” replied Ashley, the leader of the group. Not much taller that Jenny, she was 5'6", but with blond hair and beautiful blue eyes. The rest of the group always looked up to her ever since she first came to FL, and she took good advantage of it. “What else have we got?” she asked the group. There was a momentary silence, then Kate, a 5'9" brunette chimed in, “Howsabout we tickle her for a little while?” “No,” Ashley started to say, but she stopped, thinking about it for a few seconds. “Well?” Kate insisted, and Ashley responded, “Ya know what? I think you may have something there.” They all huddled together to work on their plan of action.
*****
Linda was invited to a going away party with just her and the 5 girls on Saturday night to celebrate her accomplishments and to wish her good luck on her journey through life. The card she found in her room said “Hey, girl! We’re having a party in your honor! Meet us in the garage tonight at 8 p.m., and we’ll have lots of laughs!!!”
Linda appreciated the gesture, and jumped at the chance to spend more time with her friends.
In the garage behind the main FL building, Linda walked through a big heavy brown door marked “Good Luck!”. Once inside, she immediately noticed the thick pink insulation on the inner walls on the building. While she was looking up at the peculiar pink puffs that covered every wall and ceiling, she was suddenly poked in the sides by a playful Jenny, jumping out from behind the couch. The other 4 girls jumped out also, surprising her. They were not at all taken back by her reaction, although she screamed not out of surprise, but from the sensations that shot up her ribcage, emanating from Jenny’s fingertips. “SURPRISE!!!!” they all yelled, giggling afterwards, and Linda joined in the giggles. “Come on in, sit down, make yourself comfortable!” Kate said. Linda did, and she sat in the middle of an couch that was about to be taken to the dump, as FL got a new one, and the girls all sat around her. One brought sodas from the house. She drank and laughed with the rest of the girls, chatting away and having a grand ol’ time. She asked why the walls had so much insulation, and Ashley said, “It gets awfully cold in here no matter what time of the year it is, so we had it puffed up a bit to keep it warm.” The garage was not directly linked to the main building of FL, and you had to walk across the yard to get to it. Ashley stood up and walked to the door, locking it. “No staff allowed, this is for just us girls!” she said cheerfully, and looked at Linda. They smiled at each other, but Linda’s smile was broken by a sudden, jarring pain in her head, making her see colors. She doubled over in pain, screaming at the intensity of it, and passed out. “So far, so good.” Ashley said.
Slowly, Linda awakened. As her senses gradually returned, she realized she was laying down on the couch. She put her hand to her forehead, still feeling a dull pain from earlier. Or at least, she tried to move her hand, but she was shocked to find that it wouldn’t move! Her other hand wouldn’t budge either, nor would her legs. It occurred to her that she was tied down to the couch. She didn’t feel her clothes, only her panties and bra, but attributed that to her lack of senses at the moment. She opened her eyes and saw that she was wearing nothing BUT her panties and bra, both colored pink. She looked around the room for help, and was relieved to find the five girls standing over her. “Welcome back, hun,” said Ashley. The other girls giggled in a high pitch at this, and Linda couldn’t understand why. “What......what happened.......?” she weakly asked. A tingling sensation arose in her underarm, and she began to giggle too. She then saw the stiff feather being twirled in the hollow of her armpit by Kate, and found the strength to yell, “Hey!” in between giggles. Kate stopped, and Ashley said, “Shut up, bitch!” Linda couldn’t believe her ears. She thought they were friends........but why did they do this? What did they want from her? And why was she tied down, almost naked? More and more questions arose, but she had no answers. “I know what you’re thinking. ‘Why am I here’, that type of thing.” Ashley began. “We were sick and tired of hearing about “Linda this” and “Linda that”, so we decided to give you a little birthday present. Sorry about the splitting headache earlier. We spiked your Coke. It was the only way we would be able to get you to cooperate. We thought we should send you off with a little warning, you brat. Don’t steal all the attention, or you may get the wrong kind of attention.” At this, all 5 girls held up a pair of feathers, each one almost identical to the one Kate was holding. They were long and stiff, and blue in color. “Wh–what are you doing?” Linda stammered. She hoped to God they didn’t have in mind what she thought they did. “This is what you get for being such a little angel. We’re going to tickle you.” Linda’s eyes grew wide with intense fear, and she tried to pull herself free from her bonds. They held her tight, her legs slightly apart and her arms above her head, stretching her taught like a drum. She began to cry. “Please...*sniff*....please don’t...*sob*...I can’t....” she started. “You can’t what?” Ashley said. “You can’t stand being tickled?” Linda nodded, knowing how unbearably ticklish she was. When she was a kid, her father would occasionally tickle the bare feet that stuck out under the covers when she was in bed, trying to wake her up. It always worked, and she jumped up from the bed with a squeal every time.
She continued to sob, but her captors had no ears for that. Ashley said, “All the extra insulation isn’t for keeping in the heat, hun, it’s soundproofing. You’re gonna be here for a while. All the staff are out for the day, and since they trust you so much, they left no one to look after us. Aren’t you a lucky little girl?” “Noooo....” Linda said childishly. She had to find a way out of this.
She suddenly felt a jolt of tickling shoot up her left leg. One of the girls, she wasn’t sure who, began to stroke the feather up and down her left sole. She screeched, and tried to buck on the couch, but couldn’t, as her bonds held her firmly down. “AAAACK!!!” Ashley said “Here, this will help.” She blindfolded poor Linda, making sure she couldn’t see anything. “Now you won’t know where it’s coming from.” All of a sudden, her body was overloaded with tickling sensations. All 10 feathers caressed her sensitive skin, and she immediately screamed. “OH NOOOOOOOO!!!!” she screamed, as the ten feathers exploited her every weakness. One traveled up and down each sole, two went into each underarm, one stroked each side of her ribcage, and the two others tickled her belly and inner thighs. “PLEEEEEEEAAAASE, HAHAHAHAAAAAAA!!!! NOOOOOOO, I CAHAHAHAHAHAHAN’T TAKE IIIIIIT!!!!!” Linda cried. Her skin was hyper-sensitive because she kept such good care of it, and she damned herself for doing so. The lighting bolts of torture coursed through her body, making her want to die, but death was nowhere to be found. “AAAAAAHAHAHAHAH, PLEASE, DOOOOOOOOOON’T!!!!!” she yelled, but they would have none of it. “Hey, this is fun,” Kate said, as she tortured Linda’s right armpit. After a few minutes, Ashley waved her hand, and the tickling stopped. Linda took some much needed breaths. She continued to giggle like a schoolgirl, even though she was no longer being tickled. Her skin had turned a pale shade of pink from all the stimulation. Ashley leaned in close to Linda’s ear, and when she knew Linda was listening, she quietly said (as they had planned that fateful day) “we are all lesbians.” The tickling abruptly began again, sending Linda into wild hysterics. She didn’t notice through the unbearable torture that two of the feathers were not tickling her, that there were only eight. She also didn’t notice the cold touch of he scissors as they slid under the straps of her panties and bra, cutting them off. Ashley put the scissors down and grabbed her two feathers, continuing the tickling of her captive. The five girls looked greedily at Linda’s crotch, each of them wanting to get their feathers in there. “We also all have a tickling fetish.” she whispered into Linda’s ear. Linda barely heard it, as she was immersed by the waves of tickling going across her body. “STOOOOOOOP HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA!!!!!” she screamed. It was not until she felt the touch of Ashley’s feathers on her breasts that she knew she was now totally naked. The tips of the feathers expertly teased her nipples until they were painfully hard. She couldn’t tell what tickled more: the feathers at her breasts or the others, spread across her body. She passed out. “Okay, let’s go for the gold, girls!!” said Ashley. They untied Linda, then retied her to a small cot, spread eagle. One girl was at her feet, one at each side, Kate ready to tickle her belly, and Ashley used smelling salts to awaken Linda. Before Linda could even say anything, the tickling began again. This time, while 4 of the girls tickled her feet, underarms, ribs, belly, and breasts, Ashley dipped her feather between Linda’s thighs. Linda’s laughter was high pitched and broken only by the occasional forced intake of breath. “OH MY GOOOOOOD HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAAAAA!!!!!”
Ashley’s feathers continued to stroke Linda’s inner thighs, and the other eight feathers kept at their jobs, tickling Linda’s feet with their stiff tips, stroking her sides, from ribcage to underarms and back, and flicking across her nipples. Ashley’s feathers began to trace the outer edges of her pussy, and the sensations were unbelievable. She was taken to a new level of ticklishness. Her already high pitched laughter got even higher and more constant, and the flood of ticklish feelings overloaded her nerves. The teasing of her pussy-lips was maddening, and she wanted the feathers to directly tickle her pussy. Wait a minute!! She thought. Am I starting to LIKE this??? That was her last coherent thought, as the feathers began to center on three spots. The girls moved so that two feathers tickled each of her feet, flicking across her toes, stroking her soles, tickling her to insanity. Four feathers tickled her breasts, caressing her rock-hard nipples, teasing the outer edges. And Ashley, who somehow sensed Linda’s craving, brushed one feather directly over Linda’s pussy, and flicked the tip of the other across her clit. She immediately began to want the tickling, to need it, as it was becoming related to sex. The bolts of lighting that shot from her feet to her pussy to her breasts and back began to feel like pure pleasure. She was utterly confused.....The feathers were tickling her to insanity, and she wanted it to stop, but it felt so good at the same time, she never wanted it to end....she didn’t know what she wanted. The fire in her loins grew as the feathers continued their assault on her feet and private parts, driving her into a frenzy. It had been over an hour since this torture first started, but it felt like eternity to her. Her pleasure continued to build, until finally, after another half hour, she exploded with an orgasm that made her see stars. Her screaming laughter was peppered with high pitched moans as she came, trying to push her red hot, dripping pussy against Ashley’s feathers. Her orgasm lasted for an unbelievably long time, and the girls still didn’t stop tickling her. They competed for who could get the highest pitch laugh from her, continuing their tickle attack on her feet, breasts, and pussy. They tickled her naked, sweat soaked, cumming body for 2 more hours before she passed out in the middle of her fourth mind-blowing orgasm.
THE END
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LINDA
“Linda, we expect a lot from all of our students here at Hillcrest High School. You must be under your best behavior, or your scholarship will be revoked. I want you to know that the only reason you were accepted is that a spot opened up at the last minute, giving you room to move in.” explained Mr. Schwieker, the principal. Linda nodded carefully, trying not to show her anxiousness. She was afraid of this man, and her feelings were well founded. He was a big guy, about 6'2", over 300 lbs, and looked like a bear from afar. Despite this, he was one of the nicest staff on the entire school board.
He looked into the folder he held open in his huge hand, and said, “I see you have recently been put into a....home....for young women like yourself.” “Like yourself” meant that her parents were unable to care for her. Unlike many of the others in the ‘home’, she was not disowned; her parents did not have the money to support her, and since she had no other relatives, this was the only other solution. It was a place for young women to stay for up to a year before they turned 18, giving them some time to get a job and make some decent money so they could support themselves. The home was known only as Fisher’s Lane, and housed 5 other young women when she moved in.
Linda was 17 years old when she moved here, and was attending the local feeder high school as a senior where her parents lived. When custody was turned over to Fisher’s Lane, she applied for Hillcrest High. Technically, her grades were not high enough for her to be accepted, but the situation she was in struck a chord in Mr. Schwieker’s heart. He was in the same predicament as a young man of 17, and decided to cut her some slack. She would have to pull her grades up to stay in Hillcrest, though.
School went well, and she was a good friend to many of the students at the high school. Her grades soared, and soon she was a straight-A student. She was surrounded by positive reinforcement every time she did something right. This was what she needed all her life. All the staff at FL (Fisher’s Lane) loved her, even the other girls, or so it seemed to her. She thrived in this environment, and wished this could have happened to her sooner.
After a few months, her 18th birthday was closing in. She loved everybody at FL, and didn’t want to leave. But she had to prepare. She soon got busy packing her things, ready to move into her new apartment she bought with the money she earned during her long hours as a waitress. She would still have to finish her senior year, then she planned to join the Armed Forces, so she could go to college.
However, all the girls at FL had grown very jealous of her, being such a kiss-ass and teacher’s pet, so to speak. She was the only on any of the staff ever talked about. “Oh, she’s so smart,” or “She has the highest grades in her class,” was all the girls heard. They were sick of it. They grew to hate her, but didn’t show it, as they didn’t want her suspicious of them as they plotted against her.
The group of five held a meeting as to what they should do to her. Jenny, the smartest (academically) of the five conspirators, stood up to present her idea. She was only 5'5", with big brown eyes and straight brown hair that fell to her shoulders. She wore thin glasses, as her eyesight without them was 18/20. “Why don’t we stun-gun her a few times?” she suggested. “No, too painful,” replied Ashley, the leader of the group. Not much taller that Jenny, she was 5'6", but with blond hair and beautiful blue eyes. The rest of the group always looked up to her ever since she first came to FL, and she took good advantage of it. “What else have we got?” she asked the group. There was a momentary silence, then Kate, a 5'9" brunette chimed in, “Howsabout we tickle her for a little while?” “No,” Ashley started to say, but she stopped, thinking about it for a few seconds. “Well?” Kate insisted, and Ashley responded, “Ya know what? I think you may have something there.” They all huddled together to work on their plan of action.
*****
Linda was invited to a going away party with just her and the 5 girls on Saturday night to celebrate her accomplishments and to wish her good luck on her journey through life. The card she found in her room said “Hey, girl! We’re having a party in your honor! Meet us in the garage tonight at 8 p.m., and we’ll have lots of laughs!!!”
Linda appreciated the gesture, and jumped at the chance to spend more time with her friends.
In the garage behind the main FL building, Linda walked through a big heavy brown door marked “Good Luck!”. Once inside, she immediately noticed the thick pink insulation on the inner walls on the building. While she was looking up at the peculiar pink puffs that covered every wall and ceiling, she was suddenly poked in the sides by a playful Jenny, jumping out from behind the couch. The other 4 girls jumped out also, surprising her. They were not at all taken back by her reaction, although she screamed not out of surprise, but from the sensations that shot up her ribcage, emanating from Jenny’s fingertips. “SURPRISE!!!!” they all yelled, giggling afterwards, and Linda joined in the giggles. “Come on in, sit down, make yourself comfortable!” Kate said. Linda did, and she sat in the middle of an couch that was about to be taken to the dump, as FL got a new one, and the girls all sat around her. One brought sodas from the house. She drank and laughed with the rest of the girls, chatting away and having a grand ol’ time. She asked why the walls had so much insulation, and Ashley said, “It gets awfully cold in here no matter what time of the year it is, so we had it puffed up a bit to keep it warm.” The garage was not directly linked to the main building of FL, and you had to walk across the yard to get to it. Ashley stood up and walked to the door, locking it. “No staff allowed, this is for just us girls!” she said cheerfully, and looked at Linda. They smiled at each other, but Linda’s smile was broken by a sudden, jarring pain in her head, making her see colors. She doubled over in pain, screaming at the intensity of it, and passed out. “So far, so good.” Ashley said.
Slowly, Linda awakened. As her senses gradually returned, she realized she was laying down on the couch. She put her hand to her forehead, still feeling a dull pain from earlier. Or at least, she tried to move her hand, but she was shocked to find that it wouldn’t move! Her other hand wouldn’t budge either, nor would her legs. It occurred to her that she was tied down to the couch. She didn’t feel her clothes, only her panties and bra, but attributed that to her lack of senses at the moment. She opened her eyes and saw that she was wearing nothing BUT her panties and bra, both colored pink. She looked around the room for help, and was relieved to find the five girls standing over her. “Welcome back, hun,” said Ashley. The other girls giggled in a high pitch at this, and Linda couldn’t understand why. “What......what happened.......?” she weakly asked. A tingling sensation arose in her underarm, and she began to giggle too. She then saw the stiff feather being twirled in the hollow of her armpit by Kate, and found the strength to yell, “Hey!” in between giggles. Kate stopped, and Ashley said, “Shut up, bitch!” Linda couldn’t believe her ears. She thought they were friends........but why did they do this? What did they want from her? And why was she tied down, almost naked? More and more questions arose, but she had no answers. “I know what you’re thinking. ‘Why am I here’, that type of thing.” Ashley began. “We were sick and tired of hearing about “Linda this” and “Linda that”, so we decided to give you a little birthday present. Sorry about the splitting headache earlier. We spiked your Coke. It was the only way we would be able to get you to cooperate. We thought we should send you off with a little warning, you brat. Don’t steal all the attention, or you may get the wrong kind of attention.” At this, all 5 girls held up a pair of feathers, each one almost identical to the one Kate was holding. They were long and stiff, and blue in color. “Wh–what are you doing?” Linda stammered. She hoped to God they didn’t have in mind what she thought they did. “This is what you get for being such a little angel. We’re going to tickle you.” Linda’s eyes grew wide with intense fear, and she tried to pull herself free from her bonds. They held her tight, her legs slightly apart and her arms above her head, stretching her taught like a drum. She began to cry. “Please...*sniff*....please don’t...*sob*...I can’t....” she started. “You can’t what?” Ashley said. “You can’t stand being tickled?” Linda nodded, knowing how unbearably ticklish she was. When she was a kid, her father would occasionally tickle the bare feet that stuck out under the covers when she was in bed, trying to wake her up. It always worked, and she jumped up from the bed with a squeal every time.
She continued to sob, but her captors had no ears for that. Ashley said, “All the extra insulation isn’t for keeping in the heat, hun, it’s soundproofing. You’re gonna be here for a while. All the staff are out for the day, and since they trust you so much, they left no one to look after us. Aren’t you a lucky little girl?” “Noooo....” Linda said childishly. She had to find a way out of this.
She suddenly felt a jolt of tickling shoot up her left leg. One of the girls, she wasn’t sure who, began to stroke the feather up and down her left sole. She screeched, and tried to buck on the couch, but couldn’t, as her bonds held her firmly down. “AAAACK!!!” Ashley said “Here, this will help.” She blindfolded poor Linda, making sure she couldn’t see anything. “Now you won’t know where it’s coming from.” All of a sudden, her body was overloaded with tickling sensations. All 10 feathers caressed her sensitive skin, and she immediately screamed. “OH NOOOOOOOO!!!!” she screamed, as the ten feathers exploited her every weakness. One traveled up and down each sole, two went into each underarm, one stroked each side of her ribcage, and the two others tickled her belly and inner thighs. “PLEEEEEEEAAAASE, HAHAHAHAAAAAAA!!!! NOOOOOOO, I CAHAHAHAHAHAHAN’T TAKE IIIIIIT!!!!!” Linda cried. Her skin was hyper-sensitive because she kept such good care of it, and she damned herself for doing so. The lighting bolts of torture coursed through her body, making her want to die, but death was nowhere to be found. “AAAAAAHAHAHAHAH, PLEASE, DOOOOOOOOOON’T!!!!!” she yelled, but they would have none of it. “Hey, this is fun,” Kate said, as she tortured Linda’s right armpit. After a few minutes, Ashley waved her hand, and the tickling stopped. Linda took some much needed breaths. She continued to giggle like a schoolgirl, even though she was no longer being tickled. Her skin had turned a pale shade of pink from all the stimulation. Ashley leaned in close to Linda’s ear, and when she knew Linda was listening, she quietly said (as they had planned that fateful day) “we are all lesbians.” The tickling abruptly began again, sending Linda into wild hysterics. She didn’t notice through the unbearable torture that two of the feathers were not tickling her, that there were only eight. She also didn’t notice the cold touch of he scissors as they slid under the straps of her panties and bra, cutting them off. Ashley put the scissors down and grabbed her two feathers, continuing the tickling of her captive. The five girls looked greedily at Linda’s crotch, each of them wanting to get their feathers in there. “We also all have a tickling fetish.” she whispered into Linda’s ear. Linda barely heard it, as she was immersed by the waves of tickling going across her body. “STOOOOOOOP HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA!!!!!” she screamed. It was not until she felt the touch of Ashley’s feathers on her breasts that she knew she was now totally naked. The tips of the feathers expertly teased her nipples until they were painfully hard. She couldn’t tell what tickled more: the feathers at her breasts or the others, spread across her body. She passed out. “Okay, let’s go for the gold, girls!!” said Ashley. They untied Linda, then retied her to a small cot, spread eagle. One girl was at her feet, one at each side, Kate ready to tickle her belly, and Ashley used smelling salts to awaken Linda. Before Linda could even say anything, the tickling began again. This time, while 4 of the girls tickled her feet, underarms, ribs, belly, and breasts, Ashley dipped her feather between Linda’s thighs. Linda’s laughter was high pitched and broken only by the occasional forced intake of breath. “OH MY GOOOOOOD HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAAAAA!!!!!”
Ashley’s feathers continued to stroke Linda’s inner thighs, and the other eight feathers kept at their jobs, tickling Linda’s feet with their stiff tips, stroking her sides, from ribcage to underarms and back, and flicking across her nipples. Ashley’s feathers began to trace the outer edges of her pussy, and the sensations were unbelievable. She was taken to a new level of ticklishness. Her already high pitched laughter got even higher and more constant, and the flood of ticklish feelings overloaded her nerves. The teasing of her pussy-lips was maddening, and she wanted the feathers to directly tickle her pussy. Wait a minute!! She thought. Am I starting to LIKE this??? That was her last coherent thought, as the feathers began to center on three spots. The girls moved so that two feathers tickled each of her feet, flicking across her toes, stroking her soles, tickling her to insanity. Four feathers tickled her breasts, caressing her rock-hard nipples, teasing the outer edges. And Ashley, who somehow sensed Linda’s craving, brushed one feather directly over Linda’s pussy, and flicked the tip of the other across her clit. She immediately began to want the tickling, to need it, as it was becoming related to sex. The bolts of lighting that shot from her feet to her pussy to her breasts and back began to feel like pure pleasure. She was utterly confused.....The feathers were tickling her to insanity, and she wanted it to stop, but it felt so good at the same time, she never wanted it to end....she didn’t know what she wanted. The fire in her loins grew as the feathers continued their assault on her feet and private parts, driving her into a frenzy. It had been over an hour since this torture first started, but it felt like eternity to her. Her pleasure continued to build, until finally, after another half hour, she exploded with an orgasm that made her see stars. Her screaming laughter was peppered with high pitched moans as she came, trying to push her red hot, dripping pussy against Ashley’s feathers. Her orgasm lasted for an unbelievably long time, and the girls still didn’t stop tickling her. They competed for who could get the highest pitch laugh from her, continuing their tickle attack on her feet, breasts, and pussy. They tickled her naked, sweat soaked, cumming body for 2 more hours before she passed out in the middle of her fourth mind-blowing orgasm.
THE END
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