“Sleepover Foot Worship Goes Wrong” Part 4
*This is a requested story from a TMF Member. Please keep any comments positive and enjoy!
Laughter filled the living room as Brian and his girlfriend, Evelyn, continued tickling their classmates. It felt wonderful getting a little revenge after so many months of being tormented themselves. Evelyn was still torturing Holly with constant foot tickles. The nerdy brunette was laughing heartily as Evelyn was lightly scratching her fingernails over narrow, size 8 soles. Holly cackled and arched her back as she felt the nails flicking down her pale, smooth arches and then across her round, pink heels. Evelyn still had an arm wrapped around her ankles, which helped somewhat immobilize Holly’s feet even further and forced her to endure the relentless skittering down her soles.
Holly: “Aaahahahahaha!!! Okay! Okay! Hahahahaha!! You’ve proved your point! Hahahahaha!! I get it! I’m sorry! Hahahaha!! Give me a break!”
Evelyn: “That’s cute. You weren’t sorry when you were helping to tickle me! Or when you were enjoying Brian massaging your feet while I did your assignments! Or when you had me suck your toes! Yeah, remember that? That was awful.”
Evelyn ceased tickling with her fingers. Holly thought she was getting a much needed break, but she was dead wrong. Evelyn kept her ankles secured in an arm lock and looked over the top of her feet to say, “You seemed to enjoy making me suck your toes. Maybe I’ll give it another try, only this time I won’t be so delicate.” Holly’s eyes got wide. As she tried to say something in return, Evelyn engulfed two of her small toes and began rolling her tongue wildly over the tender undersides of them.
When the girls used to force her to do this, it was not meant for their enjoyment. Rather, it was purely to humiliate Evelyn and degrade her. She was always cautioned to use a light touch, being mindful not to suck or nibble too aggressively because it tickled when she did. Evelyn was fearful then and really tried to slurp, lick, and massage their feet gently with her tongue so as not to make them jolt with a ticklish sensation.
But now Evelyn didn’t have that restriction. She popped another one of Holly’s toes into her mouth along with the other two and started working her tongue forcefully between them in the snug crevices. Holly was going crazy at the feeling. She craned her head back and wailed laughter as Evelyn’s warm tongue explored her tootsies.
Brian was still tormenting Sofia, Meghan, and Allison, who were all trapped inside sleeping bags with their feet poking out of the bottoms of them. He had started by buzzing Meghan’s toes with the electric toothbrush and had nearly gotten her to full on laugh. But the stubborn redhead was given a small break as Brian shifted his focus to Sofia. The tan Latina was desperately screaming laughter as her flawless size 7.5’s were tickled. Sofia’s sweet laughter was steady and powerful as Brian stroked her very sensitive arches. He thought she was easily one of the most ticklish girls he had ever had the pleasure of tickling.
Sofia tried pulling her feet away, but the restrictive sleeping bag made that impossible. Then when she tried rolling to either side, Brian decided to wrap her ankles up to completely immobilize her and continue to scratch his fingers across her creamy arches and the pads below her toes. Sofia’s screaming went to another pitch as she desperately reacted to the added restriction. Brian could hear in her voice that she was on the verge of tears. Good. He wanted this to be hell for the girls. They needed to be taught a very humbling lesson. Sofia wasn’t one of the main instigators in Brian and Evelyn’s bizarre tormenting, but she wasn’t completely innocent either.
Brian could tell Sofia was so ticklish that a few minutes was enough to exhaust her. He switched up his tactics and pulled her beautiful, bound feet up to toward his face as he sat in front of her. Sofia asked fearfully, “Oh what are you going to do now?” Brian didn’t say anything. He just began sucking her toes passionately. Sofia’s perfect little digits were popped into his mouth and explored thoroughly with his tongue. Brian started with her right foot first, making sure to lick and suck on the tender, round undersides of each toe tip. Sofia began laughing again, but not as panicky this time. Now it sounded more sweet and adorable as she squirmed and wiggled her toes around.
Sofia: “Hahahaha! Hey, knock it off, Brian! Hahahahaha! Leave my feet alone! Hahaha! Not between my toes! Get your tongue out of there! Hahahaha! Why do you like my feet so much?! Hahaha!”
Brian took his time and made sure to suck each of the Latina’s perfect toes. Between each set, he would push his tongue between her toes as they resisted. But the wet, slick muscle would eventually work its way past her defenses and lick at the ultra-sensitive skin on the sides of her toes. Sofia’s laughter always ramped up a little each time he came to a new gap and finally snuck his tongue in between. Her tiny, clenched toes were no match for Brian’s strong, determined tongue and it was making her crazy feeling him pass her defenses no matter how much she wished he wouldn’t. And when he was done, Sofia’s toes had all been sufficiently coated in his spit as they glistened worn out and defeated.
Brian came back to Meghan, the pale redhead who was considered to be pretty tough amongst the group. She tried not to show it, but she was concerned. Especially with her body being trapped inside the sleeping bag and her bare feet sticking out. Brian took a moment to grab a tool. He held up a bottle of oil and showed it to her. Meghan didn’t know what he meant to do with that, but after all, not many women were as accustomed to the various tickling tools like Brian was.
He popped the cap and began drizzling it onto Meghan’s toes, letting it run down her feet. He wiped it in so that both soles were shiny and slick. Although she didn’t understand at first why Brian would want to smear oil all over her feet, it soon clicked with her that the oil was there to make any tickling worse. Meghan was conflicted as she watched Brian pick out a hairbrush for her feet. She didn’t want to show that she was nervous about what he was about to do to her, but she also didn’t want to beg. She thought that would be so humiliating. In the end, Meghan just kept quiet and tried not to make any distressed noises as Brian encircled her ankles with one arm and poised the hairbrush’s bristles against her vulnerable soles.
“Anything you want to say before I get started? An apology maybe? You know, if you’re REALLY nice about it, I might take it a little easier on you,” Brian said as he waited at the ready. Meghan was focused on looking down at her feet trapped under his arm. She felt a panicky feeling in her stomach. Meghan tried taking some deep, calming breaths to relax herself, but otherwise stayed silent to Brian’s questions. “I’ll take that as a ‘no’ then,” Brian said as he began scrubbing the bristles sideways across her slippery arches.
Meghan had been braced for the tickling to start, but felt quickly overwhelmed by the sheer effectiveness of the oil and hairbrush combination like many women did. Meghan’s resistance toppled in mere seconds. She let out a yell that was also combined with laughter as she frustratingly succumbed to the inevitable effects of the brush. The redhead thrashed and kicked her legs as she laughed in a rough, awkward way she wasn’t accustomed to. Nobody had ever really forced Meghan to laugh and she wasn’t sure at all what to expect as she tried her hardest to be as quiet and dignified as possible.
But it was soon apparent that was not much of a possibility. Although Meghan tried to grit her teeth and hold it together, the hairbrush scrubbing across her oiled size 8.5 soles was driving her nuts. Her laughter was clunky and sporadic compared to Sofia’s sweet, rhythmic melody. Brian slid the hairbrush back and forth along the pads below her clenched toes, down her sturdy arches, and around her pinkish, globular heels. Meghan spastically shot out laughter while she bucked and wrestled in the sleeping bag. Every few seconds, she would let off a loud shriek or scream of irritation as her feet were scrubbed.
Brian explored her soles to see what areas bothered her the most. He found that when he ran the bristles around on her upper arches or drug them up the sides of her writhing feet, Meghan laughed the hardest. Her laughter was almost hoarse as he focused on those areas. Brian slowly see-sawed the brush up along the outer edge of one foot, rubbed it roughly across her upper arches as she wailed laughter, and then took it back down the outer edge of the opposite foot. This was done several agonizing times as Meghan violently thrashed her head back and forth and screamed laughter.
He left Meghan panting for breath as he scooted over in front of Allison. The tall, collegiate swimmer grimaced with the realization that Brian had let Meghan have a break. Now it was clearly her turn. The athletic Allison was much harder to control than Sofia. At 5’ 11” and with a lean, powerful body, Allison managed to shift away from Brian despite the constricting sleeping bag. It had been a struggle to subdue her and get her in it and even now, she was able to push off the floor with her feet to move away.
Brian grabbed hold of her legs and pulled her back toward the grouping with Meghan and Sofia. He had to wrap an arm around Allison’s ankles and partially lean on her shins to hold her steady. Even with all this effort to control her legs, Allison was still wiggling her feet and trying to defiantly kick. Brian predicted that Allison would also have ticklish feet if she was fighting this hard already.
Brian pressed his face against her soles. He loved feeling their immense size pushed on his face and the warmth soaking into his cheeks. But Allison was not such a content partner in this interaction. She wiggled and pushed with her feet to move him away. Allison didn’t want him enjoying her feet at all. Too bad for her though. Brian began giving her little, rough nibbles along her meaty heels. The swimmer jolted with each tiny bite as his teeth playfully nipped along the outer curves of her heels. Allison wasn’t laughing at this point, just making irritated grunts as she tried her best to move her feet from his affections.
As his tongue began trailing up her long, smooth soles, Allison began catching herself laughing. Brian lapped at her big soles like he was licking a candy treat. Over and over, costing her soles so they shimmered with his saliva after a time. Allison grunted loudly, clearly irritated that her feet were being enjoyed by a foot freak and there was nothing she could do about it. Brian could see that Allison looked disgusted as he bathed her arches with his tongue again and again.
“Oh come on, not my toes too,” Allison said with utter disapproval as Brian began sucking on two of the smaller toes together. Allison scoffed and rolled her eyes while Brian slurped each one and popped his mouth off the tips with a satisfied smack. And she really hated when he rolled his tongue along the undersides of her toes. That was one of Allison’s worst spots and it felt so weird when he exploited those areas with his warm, wet tongue. The tall swimmer tried her best to look pouty and mad, but a smile was creeping up her cheeks as her feet jolted and her toes clenched down. Brian knew he was on to something, but didn’t push it just yet. He just continued enjoying Allison’s well-developed tootsies.
He began wiggling his free hand across Allison’s large, size 10.5 soles. His skittering fingers grazed her long, smooth arches menacingly as they began flailing around. Allison stopped an adorable giggle cold before it could fully leave her mouth and then tensed her body hard as she struggled to control herself. What came out was a broken trail of uncertain whines and titters. Allison’s feet kicked and wagged wildly in response to the fingers crawling across her sensitive arches.
As Brian continued his tickling assault, Allison’s resolve gradually lessened. Her giggles were sweet and constant now as she still wrestled her feet away from Brian’s fingers. Allison was trying hard to guard her arches, but with such big soles, it was hardly difficult for Brian to exploit them. It was especially terrible for Allison when he dug in and got at her insteps. The dirty blonde swimmer shrieked and tried covering her inner arches by using one foot to overlap the other depending on which one he was going after. Allison began laughing wildly as she struggled to push Brian’s hand away with one foot while he pinned and tickled the other ruthlessly.
Brian: “Yeah, do you like that?! Kinda sucks being tickled, huh?! Looks like these big feet are extra ticklish!”
Allison: “Hahahahahaha!!! Brian! Hahahaha!! Stop!!”
Allison’s feet were going wild as she started to panic with laughter. She kicked and wagged her feet around frantically. But Brian would just switch back and forth between which foot was vulnerable, paying extra special attention to target her insteps. Allison shrieked and belly laughed as her trapped feet were outmatched and stroked without rest. She felt more confined than ever in the snug sleeping bag. Her beautiful, bare feet were now starting to tire even though she was a well-conditioned swimmer.
Evelyn’s soft lips and wet tongue passionately sucked on both of Holly’s big toes. The nerdy girl shouted laughter and fell into uncontrollable giggling fits. Her toes were very sensitive and the feeling of them being teasingly suckled was driving her crazy. Even though Evelyn didn’t like the thought of sucking girl’s toes, she knew if done properly, it was excruciatingly ticklish. Evelyn slurped and slid her puckered lips up and down Holly’s moist big toes, eliciting shrill laughter and desperate shaking as she did. Holly’s head was tilted up as she laughed without holding back.
As Brian was seeing to Sofia, Meghan, and Allison, Evelyn took it upon herself to give Josie and Tiffany some attention. Evelyn sweetly greeted them, “Hello, girls...” as she wiggled her nails and smiled with smug satisfaction. Josie and Tiffany began protesting and talking over one another. Evelyn just ignored the noise and sat down in front of Josie. She pulled her petite size 7 feet into her lap. Josie let out a pathetic whine knowing that it was her time to be tickled. Tiffany let out a sigh of relief, but still watched intently. It was hard to look away.
Evelyn began lightly scratching her fingernails across the silky arches before her. She was surprised at just how incredibly soft they felt under her power. Josie instantly blurted out laughter and shook her feet trying to evade the torturous fingernails. Evelyn scratched across her immaculate heels and then slowly inched her way up the outer edges until she was almost to the poor girl’s pinky toes. Josie began thrashing her body from side to side as she wailed laughter. Her feet were indeed insanely sensitive. Evelyn nimbly flicked her fingernails sideways now, traveling across the perfectly smooth pads below Josie’s luscious toes. Josie screamed in ticklish madness.
The fingernails dancing across the fleshy pads and on the balls of her feet made Josie curl and flex her toes like crazy. Evelyn worked her way upward and began terrorizing the undersides and between Josie’s tootsies, causing her to scream and almost fall into a mix of sobbing and laughter. Evelyn’s fingers grazed the pale little undersides of Josie’s toes, wormed their way into the spaces between them, and tweaked and rolled the tips of her toes playfully as the girl cried laughter like she couldn’t stand it.
Josie: “Hahahahahaha!!! Ah no!! Hahahahaha!! Stop!! Give someone else a turn! Hahahahahaha!! Evelyn don’t!! Hahahahahaha!! I can’t!!”
Evelyn: “What’s that, Josie? You’re not making sense. Are you trying to tell me that you deserve this for how you treated me and Brian this year? Hmm? Maybe that you’re sorry for teasing the hell out of him with these pretty feet of yours or how you’re sorry that you helped hold me down and tickle the crap out of me? Not very fun, is it?”
Josie shook her head “no” in agreement and laughed hysterically as she wiggled her feet and tried kicking her legs. She was trying to keep Evelyn’s fingernails off the bottoms of her super sensitive feet, but wasn’t having much luck. Evelyn chuckled at how ticklish Josie was. The girl next door rivaled herself in the degree of sensitivity. Evelyn teasingly chanted, “Tickle tickle tickle, Josie...” The little blonde pleaded with her for a small break. Her pretty feet trembled as the fingernails lightly trailed over them.
Evelyn wasn’t in any hurry. They had all night with these girls. She traced her nails gently across the supple soles and listened to the torrent of laughter that came as a result. Josie already had some tears forming at the corners of her eyes from laughing so hard. Her feet were clearly extremely sensitive. And with her big toes being tied, she was restrained even further. Her soles were easy targets.
Brian left Allison a mess on the floor. The cute swimmer thought she would fare better than she did when tickled, but she received a shocking surprise. Turns out her feet were very sensitive to tickling. Brian now went to Lindsay, who was hogtied on the carpet. As she saw him walking toward her, she began struggling with her ropes one last time hoping to get free. But to no one’s surprise, Lindsay was still stuck as Brian knelt behind her.
He just loved how her meaty, wrinkly size 6 soles looked. Every inch of Lindsay’s small, cushioned feet and her round bubble toes were well known to Brian. Because she was nicknamed “The Shoe Hater”, he would often to get to gaze at her bare soles during entire class periods as she crossed her feet over and dangled them off her seat. Brian leaned down and started sucking her tender tootsies and lapping his tongue across her wrinkled arches. He felt her feet recoil slightly at the feel of it as Lindsay gasped. She grunted and called back behind her, “Oh God, you’re doing that again? What? Didn’t get your fill last time?” Lindsay scoffed and scowled, but all she could do was lie there bound and helpless while Brian sucked each of her succulent, plump toes.
Lindsay fought the smirk creeping up the corners of her mouth as the weird sensations tickled her. She wasn’t as sensitive to the sensations as Holly, but it still was making her fidget uncomfortably when Brian started nibbling along the round undersides of the tips of her short toes. Now giggles were sneaking out. Lindsay doubled her efforts to remain silent, but that was proving near impossible. Brian’s nibbles and light scratches across her warm heels was beginning to get to her.
Lindsay: “It figures that you’d be...hehehe...back for more. Just couldn’t resist being...(silently forcing back a smile)...a creep. This doesn’t even feel...that...bad...if that’s what you’re going for. You’re hehehe...a loser for trying to get to us this wayahahaha! Knock it off!”
Brian loved how Lindsay was resisting, but not very convincingly. He wanted to really give her something to think about so he retrieved a bottle of oil and a hairbrush from the coffee table. Lindsay huffed and puffed as he coated her meaty soles with oil. She couldn’t believe she was in this situation. As soon as the ball-tipped bristles made contact with her fleshy soles, Lindsay lost it. She couldn’t hold back her laughter at all. The hairbrush was overstimulating and quickly overwhelmed her resistance.
Lindsay reacted the only way she could...she laughed hysterically. The grouping of bristle tips scrubbed in random directions as they slid over Lindsay’s soft arches, the squishy pads below her toes, and her plump heels. She screamed in response and bucked as much as she could. Lindsay’s curvy, hourglass figure was also something for Brian to enjoy as he tickled his classmate. Her large, full booty was jiggling and shifting all around as the hogtied beauty writhed around in laughter. Lindsay’s snug red bikini bottom was riding closer and closer to the center of her butt cheeks that it seemed the mere strip of fabric would be swallowed and disappear completely between her large, tan ass. Brian drank in the sight of her bikini quickly becoming a thong as he dragged the hairbrush over her wiggling feet.
Lindsay: “Hahahahahaha!! Brian, leave me alohohohahahahahaaaan!!! Get your hahahahahaha stupid brush away from mehehehehehe!!!”
Brian continued giving Lindsay hell with the hairbrush as Evelyn shifted over in front of Tiffany. Josie was grateful for that. She let her feet rest on the coffee table and leaned her back on the couch as she caught her breath. Tiffany was not so thrilled however. The bossy blonde was huffy as she glared at Evelyn sitting on the coffee table in front of her trapped, size 9 feet. She was obviously pissed off and a red hue was creeping up into her cheeks.
Evelyn: “Aw, what’s the matter, Tif? Don’t want to take a turn? Afraid it’s going to tickle a bunch? I’ll be gentle, I promise.”
Tiffany was not amused with her sarcastic tone and shouted, “If you or your creepy boyfriend even THINK about touching my feet, I swear to God I’ll...urgh...hey quit it...mmhhh ugh...I’m serious Evelyn! Get that away from mehehehe.”
Evelyn had picked up the feather again and was lazily and defiantly wafting it across Tiffany’s long, narrow soles. Tiffany cracked a smile but soon had it suppressed. Her feet had jerked and one foot had gone in front of the other to cover it. But then Tiffany forced herself to uncover her feet and place them back side by side, trying to look as relaxed as possible as the feather continued to carelessly drift around exploring her soles. Evelyn thought it was funny how Tiffany was trying to hide her reactions. She was doing a decent job of it now. But it would be only a matter of time before she caved.
Evelyn flicked and wafted the tip of the feather in no set pattern as it trailed up and down the long soles before her. Tiffany fidgeted uncomfortably and strained to keep the smirk from creeping up at the corners of her mouth. Evelyn could tell the bitchy blonde was tensing her feet a little like she was forcing them to stay still. Evelyn danced the stiff feather along Tiffany’s stubby toes, making her feet twitch with annoyance. The feather slid effortlessly along the undersides of her toes and then wiggled teasingly across the pads below her toes. Tiffany tried to remain stone-faced and keep her giggles contained. She wasn’t talking as much now.
Evelyn kept flicking the feather up and down her soles while asking her, “What were you saying about NOT touching your feet? I didn’t quite catch that part. I believe you were about to make a threat toward me and Brian. Did you remember what you were going to say? No? Maybe you thought better of it? Or maybe this doesn’t feel too bad and you changed your mind, huh? Is that it? Do you like my feather?”
Tiffany: “No, I don’t like your fucking feather! God, just give up already! Uuuugghh this is so dumb! And you both are so fucking weird for doing this to us! God, will you just knock that off?! Get your feather away from my feet!”
Tiffany was doing a good job of not letting out any giggles, but Evelyn could tell by the way her feet twitched sometimes and how tense she was that she was much more sensitive to the feather than she let on. But then Evelyn decided to change her tactics. As Tiffany was looking off to the side like she was bored and unphased, Evelyn quietly placed the feather down and smoothly transitioned to using her fingernails.
Tiffany let out an embarrassing shout as she tensed and looked back down at her feet to see what the new sensations were. She was able to catch herself and not full on laugh, but titters were escaping her forced smile and her sensitive feet were moving uncontrollably. Try as she might, Tiffany couldn’t stop shifting and wiggling her feet around as Evelyn wiggled her pointy fingernails lightly across her shallow arches. The nails scratched menacingly as they traveled from her soft heels up to the base of her short toes. Tiffany tried to stifle some laughter and began crossing her feet over each other. This was really starting to suck for her.
Evelyn kept flicking her manicured nails intently across the peachy-colored arches. Tiffany was snickering now and turning her head in shame as she curled her toes down and alternated crossing her feet over one another. She knew she couldn’t give in and laugh like the other girls. Tiffany thought they were wimps for doing that so easily. She had to hold on and fight it off. But it was getting tougher by the second as more and more giggles broke free from her clenched smile she was trying to bury in the couch cushions.
Josie was hoping that Tiffany wouldn’t be affected at all, but was disappointed as she turned her head to look. Her friend seemed to be having an equally tough time just like the rest of them. Josie felt bad for her, but was then terribly surprised when she felt Brian picking up her feet. He had taken a seat on the coffee table in front of her and now had her feet held up near his face. Josie knew she what was coming next.
Josie: “Oh Brian, please, please, PLEASE don’t suck my toes or anything weird!...That just...the thought of someone doing that really bothers me. It’s so gross!”
Brian: “I’ll give you a choice. Would you rather me suck your toes or be tickled again?”
Josie stared at him in disbelief for a couple seconds. She couldn’t believe those were her options. Josie pouted but didn’t say anything. Both of them knew that she wanted to avoid being tickled like that again at all costs. Josie whined as Brian began tenderly sucking each of her adorable toes. She looked miserable but knew it was better than what was happening to Tiffany right next to her. The slobbering tongue passionately licking up her soles and the attentive toe worshiping was still not what Josie had in mind for her last night in college. And the poor girl couldn’t help but start giggling uncontrollably as Brian flicked his tongue between her shaking toes. And the more Josie giggled, the more enthusiastically Brian licked and nibbled her toes, which in turn caused her to giggle even more.
Evelyn looked over at Brian enjoying himself with Josie’s feet and smiled. Brian caught her eye and smiled back. The night was young and their revenge would be sweet.
TO BE CONTINUED...
*This is a requested story from a TMF Member. Please keep any comments positive and enjoy!
Laughter filled the living room as Brian and his girlfriend, Evelyn, continued tickling their classmates. It felt wonderful getting a little revenge after so many months of being tormented themselves. Evelyn was still torturing Holly with constant foot tickles. The nerdy brunette was laughing heartily as Evelyn was lightly scratching her fingernails over narrow, size 8 soles. Holly cackled and arched her back as she felt the nails flicking down her pale, smooth arches and then across her round, pink heels. Evelyn still had an arm wrapped around her ankles, which helped somewhat immobilize Holly’s feet even further and forced her to endure the relentless skittering down her soles.
Holly: “Aaahahahahaha!!! Okay! Okay! Hahahahaha!! You’ve proved your point! Hahahahaha!! I get it! I’m sorry! Hahahaha!! Give me a break!”
Evelyn: “That’s cute. You weren’t sorry when you were helping to tickle me! Or when you were enjoying Brian massaging your feet while I did your assignments! Or when you had me suck your toes! Yeah, remember that? That was awful.”
Evelyn ceased tickling with her fingers. Holly thought she was getting a much needed break, but she was dead wrong. Evelyn kept her ankles secured in an arm lock and looked over the top of her feet to say, “You seemed to enjoy making me suck your toes. Maybe I’ll give it another try, only this time I won’t be so delicate.” Holly’s eyes got wide. As she tried to say something in return, Evelyn engulfed two of her small toes and began rolling her tongue wildly over the tender undersides of them.
When the girls used to force her to do this, it was not meant for their enjoyment. Rather, it was purely to humiliate Evelyn and degrade her. She was always cautioned to use a light touch, being mindful not to suck or nibble too aggressively because it tickled when she did. Evelyn was fearful then and really tried to slurp, lick, and massage their feet gently with her tongue so as not to make them jolt with a ticklish sensation.
But now Evelyn didn’t have that restriction. She popped another one of Holly’s toes into her mouth along with the other two and started working her tongue forcefully between them in the snug crevices. Holly was going crazy at the feeling. She craned her head back and wailed laughter as Evelyn’s warm tongue explored her tootsies.
Brian was still tormenting Sofia, Meghan, and Allison, who were all trapped inside sleeping bags with their feet poking out of the bottoms of them. He had started by buzzing Meghan’s toes with the electric toothbrush and had nearly gotten her to full on laugh. But the stubborn redhead was given a small break as Brian shifted his focus to Sofia. The tan Latina was desperately screaming laughter as her flawless size 7.5’s were tickled. Sofia’s sweet laughter was steady and powerful as Brian stroked her very sensitive arches. He thought she was easily one of the most ticklish girls he had ever had the pleasure of tickling.
Sofia tried pulling her feet away, but the restrictive sleeping bag made that impossible. Then when she tried rolling to either side, Brian decided to wrap her ankles up to completely immobilize her and continue to scratch his fingers across her creamy arches and the pads below her toes. Sofia’s screaming went to another pitch as she desperately reacted to the added restriction. Brian could hear in her voice that she was on the verge of tears. Good. He wanted this to be hell for the girls. They needed to be taught a very humbling lesson. Sofia wasn’t one of the main instigators in Brian and Evelyn’s bizarre tormenting, but she wasn’t completely innocent either.
Brian could tell Sofia was so ticklish that a few minutes was enough to exhaust her. He switched up his tactics and pulled her beautiful, bound feet up to toward his face as he sat in front of her. Sofia asked fearfully, “Oh what are you going to do now?” Brian didn’t say anything. He just began sucking her toes passionately. Sofia’s perfect little digits were popped into his mouth and explored thoroughly with his tongue. Brian started with her right foot first, making sure to lick and suck on the tender, round undersides of each toe tip. Sofia began laughing again, but not as panicky this time. Now it sounded more sweet and adorable as she squirmed and wiggled her toes around.
Sofia: “Hahahaha! Hey, knock it off, Brian! Hahahahaha! Leave my feet alone! Hahaha! Not between my toes! Get your tongue out of there! Hahahaha! Why do you like my feet so much?! Hahaha!”
Brian took his time and made sure to suck each of the Latina’s perfect toes. Between each set, he would push his tongue between her toes as they resisted. But the wet, slick muscle would eventually work its way past her defenses and lick at the ultra-sensitive skin on the sides of her toes. Sofia’s laughter always ramped up a little each time he came to a new gap and finally snuck his tongue in between. Her tiny, clenched toes were no match for Brian’s strong, determined tongue and it was making her crazy feeling him pass her defenses no matter how much she wished he wouldn’t. And when he was done, Sofia’s toes had all been sufficiently coated in his spit as they glistened worn out and defeated.
Brian came back to Meghan, the pale redhead who was considered to be pretty tough amongst the group. She tried not to show it, but she was concerned. Especially with her body being trapped inside the sleeping bag and her bare feet sticking out. Brian took a moment to grab a tool. He held up a bottle of oil and showed it to her. Meghan didn’t know what he meant to do with that, but after all, not many women were as accustomed to the various tickling tools like Brian was.
He popped the cap and began drizzling it onto Meghan’s toes, letting it run down her feet. He wiped it in so that both soles were shiny and slick. Although she didn’t understand at first why Brian would want to smear oil all over her feet, it soon clicked with her that the oil was there to make any tickling worse. Meghan was conflicted as she watched Brian pick out a hairbrush for her feet. She didn’t want to show that she was nervous about what he was about to do to her, but she also didn’t want to beg. She thought that would be so humiliating. In the end, Meghan just kept quiet and tried not to make any distressed noises as Brian encircled her ankles with one arm and poised the hairbrush’s bristles against her vulnerable soles.
“Anything you want to say before I get started? An apology maybe? You know, if you’re REALLY nice about it, I might take it a little easier on you,” Brian said as he waited at the ready. Meghan was focused on looking down at her feet trapped under his arm. She felt a panicky feeling in her stomach. Meghan tried taking some deep, calming breaths to relax herself, but otherwise stayed silent to Brian’s questions. “I’ll take that as a ‘no’ then,” Brian said as he began scrubbing the bristles sideways across her slippery arches.
Meghan had been braced for the tickling to start, but felt quickly overwhelmed by the sheer effectiveness of the oil and hairbrush combination like many women did. Meghan’s resistance toppled in mere seconds. She let out a yell that was also combined with laughter as she frustratingly succumbed to the inevitable effects of the brush. The redhead thrashed and kicked her legs as she laughed in a rough, awkward way she wasn’t accustomed to. Nobody had ever really forced Meghan to laugh and she wasn’t sure at all what to expect as she tried her hardest to be as quiet and dignified as possible.
But it was soon apparent that was not much of a possibility. Although Meghan tried to grit her teeth and hold it together, the hairbrush scrubbing across her oiled size 8.5 soles was driving her nuts. Her laughter was clunky and sporadic compared to Sofia’s sweet, rhythmic melody. Brian slid the hairbrush back and forth along the pads below her clenched toes, down her sturdy arches, and around her pinkish, globular heels. Meghan spastically shot out laughter while she bucked and wrestled in the sleeping bag. Every few seconds, she would let off a loud shriek or scream of irritation as her feet were scrubbed.
Brian explored her soles to see what areas bothered her the most. He found that when he ran the bristles around on her upper arches or drug them up the sides of her writhing feet, Meghan laughed the hardest. Her laughter was almost hoarse as he focused on those areas. Brian slowly see-sawed the brush up along the outer edge of one foot, rubbed it roughly across her upper arches as she wailed laughter, and then took it back down the outer edge of the opposite foot. This was done several agonizing times as Meghan violently thrashed her head back and forth and screamed laughter.
He left Meghan panting for breath as he scooted over in front of Allison. The tall, collegiate swimmer grimaced with the realization that Brian had let Meghan have a break. Now it was clearly her turn. The athletic Allison was much harder to control than Sofia. At 5’ 11” and with a lean, powerful body, Allison managed to shift away from Brian despite the constricting sleeping bag. It had been a struggle to subdue her and get her in it and even now, she was able to push off the floor with her feet to move away.
Brian grabbed hold of her legs and pulled her back toward the grouping with Meghan and Sofia. He had to wrap an arm around Allison’s ankles and partially lean on her shins to hold her steady. Even with all this effort to control her legs, Allison was still wiggling her feet and trying to defiantly kick. Brian predicted that Allison would also have ticklish feet if she was fighting this hard already.
Brian pressed his face against her soles. He loved feeling their immense size pushed on his face and the warmth soaking into his cheeks. But Allison was not such a content partner in this interaction. She wiggled and pushed with her feet to move him away. Allison didn’t want him enjoying her feet at all. Too bad for her though. Brian began giving her little, rough nibbles along her meaty heels. The swimmer jolted with each tiny bite as his teeth playfully nipped along the outer curves of her heels. Allison wasn’t laughing at this point, just making irritated grunts as she tried her best to move her feet from his affections.
As his tongue began trailing up her long, smooth soles, Allison began catching herself laughing. Brian lapped at her big soles like he was licking a candy treat. Over and over, costing her soles so they shimmered with his saliva after a time. Allison grunted loudly, clearly irritated that her feet were being enjoyed by a foot freak and there was nothing she could do about it. Brian could see that Allison looked disgusted as he bathed her arches with his tongue again and again.
“Oh come on, not my toes too,” Allison said with utter disapproval as Brian began sucking on two of the smaller toes together. Allison scoffed and rolled her eyes while Brian slurped each one and popped his mouth off the tips with a satisfied smack. And she really hated when he rolled his tongue along the undersides of her toes. That was one of Allison’s worst spots and it felt so weird when he exploited those areas with his warm, wet tongue. The tall swimmer tried her best to look pouty and mad, but a smile was creeping up her cheeks as her feet jolted and her toes clenched down. Brian knew he was on to something, but didn’t push it just yet. He just continued enjoying Allison’s well-developed tootsies.
He began wiggling his free hand across Allison’s large, size 10.5 soles. His skittering fingers grazed her long, smooth arches menacingly as they began flailing around. Allison stopped an adorable giggle cold before it could fully leave her mouth and then tensed her body hard as she struggled to control herself. What came out was a broken trail of uncertain whines and titters. Allison’s feet kicked and wagged wildly in response to the fingers crawling across her sensitive arches.
As Brian continued his tickling assault, Allison’s resolve gradually lessened. Her giggles were sweet and constant now as she still wrestled her feet away from Brian’s fingers. Allison was trying hard to guard her arches, but with such big soles, it was hardly difficult for Brian to exploit them. It was especially terrible for Allison when he dug in and got at her insteps. The dirty blonde swimmer shrieked and tried covering her inner arches by using one foot to overlap the other depending on which one he was going after. Allison began laughing wildly as she struggled to push Brian’s hand away with one foot while he pinned and tickled the other ruthlessly.
Brian: “Yeah, do you like that?! Kinda sucks being tickled, huh?! Looks like these big feet are extra ticklish!”
Allison: “Hahahahahaha!!! Brian! Hahahaha!! Stop!!”
Allison’s feet were going wild as she started to panic with laughter. She kicked and wagged her feet around frantically. But Brian would just switch back and forth between which foot was vulnerable, paying extra special attention to target her insteps. Allison shrieked and belly laughed as her trapped feet were outmatched and stroked without rest. She felt more confined than ever in the snug sleeping bag. Her beautiful, bare feet were now starting to tire even though she was a well-conditioned swimmer.
Evelyn’s soft lips and wet tongue passionately sucked on both of Holly’s big toes. The nerdy girl shouted laughter and fell into uncontrollable giggling fits. Her toes were very sensitive and the feeling of them being teasingly suckled was driving her crazy. Even though Evelyn didn’t like the thought of sucking girl’s toes, she knew if done properly, it was excruciatingly ticklish. Evelyn slurped and slid her puckered lips up and down Holly’s moist big toes, eliciting shrill laughter and desperate shaking as she did. Holly’s head was tilted up as she laughed without holding back.
As Brian was seeing to Sofia, Meghan, and Allison, Evelyn took it upon herself to give Josie and Tiffany some attention. Evelyn sweetly greeted them, “Hello, girls...” as she wiggled her nails and smiled with smug satisfaction. Josie and Tiffany began protesting and talking over one another. Evelyn just ignored the noise and sat down in front of Josie. She pulled her petite size 7 feet into her lap. Josie let out a pathetic whine knowing that it was her time to be tickled. Tiffany let out a sigh of relief, but still watched intently. It was hard to look away.
Evelyn began lightly scratching her fingernails across the silky arches before her. She was surprised at just how incredibly soft they felt under her power. Josie instantly blurted out laughter and shook her feet trying to evade the torturous fingernails. Evelyn scratched across her immaculate heels and then slowly inched her way up the outer edges until she was almost to the poor girl’s pinky toes. Josie began thrashing her body from side to side as she wailed laughter. Her feet were indeed insanely sensitive. Evelyn nimbly flicked her fingernails sideways now, traveling across the perfectly smooth pads below Josie’s luscious toes. Josie screamed in ticklish madness.
The fingernails dancing across the fleshy pads and on the balls of her feet made Josie curl and flex her toes like crazy. Evelyn worked her way upward and began terrorizing the undersides and between Josie’s tootsies, causing her to scream and almost fall into a mix of sobbing and laughter. Evelyn’s fingers grazed the pale little undersides of Josie’s toes, wormed their way into the spaces between them, and tweaked and rolled the tips of her toes playfully as the girl cried laughter like she couldn’t stand it.
Josie: “Hahahahahaha!!! Ah no!! Hahahahaha!! Stop!! Give someone else a turn! Hahahahahaha!! Evelyn don’t!! Hahahahahaha!! I can’t!!”
Evelyn: “What’s that, Josie? You’re not making sense. Are you trying to tell me that you deserve this for how you treated me and Brian this year? Hmm? Maybe that you’re sorry for teasing the hell out of him with these pretty feet of yours or how you’re sorry that you helped hold me down and tickle the crap out of me? Not very fun, is it?”
Josie shook her head “no” in agreement and laughed hysterically as she wiggled her feet and tried kicking her legs. She was trying to keep Evelyn’s fingernails off the bottoms of her super sensitive feet, but wasn’t having much luck. Evelyn chuckled at how ticklish Josie was. The girl next door rivaled herself in the degree of sensitivity. Evelyn teasingly chanted, “Tickle tickle tickle, Josie...” The little blonde pleaded with her for a small break. Her pretty feet trembled as the fingernails lightly trailed over them.
Evelyn wasn’t in any hurry. They had all night with these girls. She traced her nails gently across the supple soles and listened to the torrent of laughter that came as a result. Josie already had some tears forming at the corners of her eyes from laughing so hard. Her feet were clearly extremely sensitive. And with her big toes being tied, she was restrained even further. Her soles were easy targets.
Brian left Allison a mess on the floor. The cute swimmer thought she would fare better than she did when tickled, but she received a shocking surprise. Turns out her feet were very sensitive to tickling. Brian now went to Lindsay, who was hogtied on the carpet. As she saw him walking toward her, she began struggling with her ropes one last time hoping to get free. But to no one’s surprise, Lindsay was still stuck as Brian knelt behind her.
He just loved how her meaty, wrinkly size 6 soles looked. Every inch of Lindsay’s small, cushioned feet and her round bubble toes were well known to Brian. Because she was nicknamed “The Shoe Hater”, he would often to get to gaze at her bare soles during entire class periods as she crossed her feet over and dangled them off her seat. Brian leaned down and started sucking her tender tootsies and lapping his tongue across her wrinkled arches. He felt her feet recoil slightly at the feel of it as Lindsay gasped. She grunted and called back behind her, “Oh God, you’re doing that again? What? Didn’t get your fill last time?” Lindsay scoffed and scowled, but all she could do was lie there bound and helpless while Brian sucked each of her succulent, plump toes.
Lindsay fought the smirk creeping up the corners of her mouth as the weird sensations tickled her. She wasn’t as sensitive to the sensations as Holly, but it still was making her fidget uncomfortably when Brian started nibbling along the round undersides of the tips of her short toes. Now giggles were sneaking out. Lindsay doubled her efforts to remain silent, but that was proving near impossible. Brian’s nibbles and light scratches across her warm heels was beginning to get to her.
Lindsay: “It figures that you’d be...hehehe...back for more. Just couldn’t resist being...(silently forcing back a smile)...a creep. This doesn’t even feel...that...bad...if that’s what you’re going for. You’re hehehe...a loser for trying to get to us this wayahahaha! Knock it off!”
Brian loved how Lindsay was resisting, but not very convincingly. He wanted to really give her something to think about so he retrieved a bottle of oil and a hairbrush from the coffee table. Lindsay huffed and puffed as he coated her meaty soles with oil. She couldn’t believe she was in this situation. As soon as the ball-tipped bristles made contact with her fleshy soles, Lindsay lost it. She couldn’t hold back her laughter at all. The hairbrush was overstimulating and quickly overwhelmed her resistance.
Lindsay reacted the only way she could...she laughed hysterically. The grouping of bristle tips scrubbed in random directions as they slid over Lindsay’s soft arches, the squishy pads below her toes, and her plump heels. She screamed in response and bucked as much as she could. Lindsay’s curvy, hourglass figure was also something for Brian to enjoy as he tickled his classmate. Her large, full booty was jiggling and shifting all around as the hogtied beauty writhed around in laughter. Lindsay’s snug red bikini bottom was riding closer and closer to the center of her butt cheeks that it seemed the mere strip of fabric would be swallowed and disappear completely between her large, tan ass. Brian drank in the sight of her bikini quickly becoming a thong as he dragged the hairbrush over her wiggling feet.
Lindsay: “Hahahahahaha!! Brian, leave me alohohohahahahahaaaan!!! Get your hahahahahaha stupid brush away from mehehehehehe!!!”
Brian continued giving Lindsay hell with the hairbrush as Evelyn shifted over in front of Tiffany. Josie was grateful for that. She let her feet rest on the coffee table and leaned her back on the couch as she caught her breath. Tiffany was not so thrilled however. The bossy blonde was huffy as she glared at Evelyn sitting on the coffee table in front of her trapped, size 9 feet. She was obviously pissed off and a red hue was creeping up into her cheeks.
Evelyn: “Aw, what’s the matter, Tif? Don’t want to take a turn? Afraid it’s going to tickle a bunch? I’ll be gentle, I promise.”
Tiffany was not amused with her sarcastic tone and shouted, “If you or your creepy boyfriend even THINK about touching my feet, I swear to God I’ll...urgh...hey quit it...mmhhh ugh...I’m serious Evelyn! Get that away from mehehehe.”
Evelyn had picked up the feather again and was lazily and defiantly wafting it across Tiffany’s long, narrow soles. Tiffany cracked a smile but soon had it suppressed. Her feet had jerked and one foot had gone in front of the other to cover it. But then Tiffany forced herself to uncover her feet and place them back side by side, trying to look as relaxed as possible as the feather continued to carelessly drift around exploring her soles. Evelyn thought it was funny how Tiffany was trying to hide her reactions. She was doing a decent job of it now. But it would be only a matter of time before she caved.
Evelyn flicked and wafted the tip of the feather in no set pattern as it trailed up and down the long soles before her. Tiffany fidgeted uncomfortably and strained to keep the smirk from creeping up at the corners of her mouth. Evelyn could tell the bitchy blonde was tensing her feet a little like she was forcing them to stay still. Evelyn danced the stiff feather along Tiffany’s stubby toes, making her feet twitch with annoyance. The feather slid effortlessly along the undersides of her toes and then wiggled teasingly across the pads below her toes. Tiffany tried to remain stone-faced and keep her giggles contained. She wasn’t talking as much now.
Evelyn kept flicking the feather up and down her soles while asking her, “What were you saying about NOT touching your feet? I didn’t quite catch that part. I believe you were about to make a threat toward me and Brian. Did you remember what you were going to say? No? Maybe you thought better of it? Or maybe this doesn’t feel too bad and you changed your mind, huh? Is that it? Do you like my feather?”
Tiffany: “No, I don’t like your fucking feather! God, just give up already! Uuuugghh this is so dumb! And you both are so fucking weird for doing this to us! God, will you just knock that off?! Get your feather away from my feet!”
Tiffany was doing a good job of not letting out any giggles, but Evelyn could tell by the way her feet twitched sometimes and how tense she was that she was much more sensitive to the feather than she let on. But then Evelyn decided to change her tactics. As Tiffany was looking off to the side like she was bored and unphased, Evelyn quietly placed the feather down and smoothly transitioned to using her fingernails.
Tiffany let out an embarrassing shout as she tensed and looked back down at her feet to see what the new sensations were. She was able to catch herself and not full on laugh, but titters were escaping her forced smile and her sensitive feet were moving uncontrollably. Try as she might, Tiffany couldn’t stop shifting and wiggling her feet around as Evelyn wiggled her pointy fingernails lightly across her shallow arches. The nails scratched menacingly as they traveled from her soft heels up to the base of her short toes. Tiffany tried to stifle some laughter and began crossing her feet over each other. This was really starting to suck for her.
Evelyn kept flicking her manicured nails intently across the peachy-colored arches. Tiffany was snickering now and turning her head in shame as she curled her toes down and alternated crossing her feet over one another. She knew she couldn’t give in and laugh like the other girls. Tiffany thought they were wimps for doing that so easily. She had to hold on and fight it off. But it was getting tougher by the second as more and more giggles broke free from her clenched smile she was trying to bury in the couch cushions.
Josie was hoping that Tiffany wouldn’t be affected at all, but was disappointed as she turned her head to look. Her friend seemed to be having an equally tough time just like the rest of them. Josie felt bad for her, but was then terribly surprised when she felt Brian picking up her feet. He had taken a seat on the coffee table in front of her and now had her feet held up near his face. Josie knew she what was coming next.
Josie: “Oh Brian, please, please, PLEASE don’t suck my toes or anything weird!...That just...the thought of someone doing that really bothers me. It’s so gross!”
Brian: “I’ll give you a choice. Would you rather me suck your toes or be tickled again?”
Josie stared at him in disbelief for a couple seconds. She couldn’t believe those were her options. Josie pouted but didn’t say anything. Both of them knew that she wanted to avoid being tickled like that again at all costs. Josie whined as Brian began tenderly sucking each of her adorable toes. She looked miserable but knew it was better than what was happening to Tiffany right next to her. The slobbering tongue passionately licking up her soles and the attentive toe worshiping was still not what Josie had in mind for her last night in college. And the poor girl couldn’t help but start giggling uncontrollably as Brian flicked his tongue between her shaking toes. And the more Josie giggled, the more enthusiastically Brian licked and nibbled her toes, which in turn caused her to giggle even more.
Evelyn looked over at Brian enjoying himself with Josie’s feet and smiled. Brian caught her eye and smiled back. The night was young and their revenge would be sweet.
TO BE CONTINUED...
I love this series. 
