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Kelly's Ticklish Cyber-Friend - BOTH PARTS (FFF/M - Explicit)

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Back with another alternate take on my Kelly character. This story was another long time coming, but it's special to me, I hope you dig it. All characters over 18. All feedback appreciated. Enjoy!
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The young man – in his late 20s - was a few years out of college. With a healthy trust fund, he was able to buy a house in the Southeast portion of the country. Despite his money, he worked at home, just for something to do. Aside from that, he was enjoying being on his own; starting a life for himself. He preferred staying in, talking to people online, rather than going out to socialize. Perusing others’ friends on a social network, he gravitated to a woman named Kelly. An unattached college professor in her late 40s, she lived on the opposite end of the country. So, they felt safe to be open in their chats, not imagining they’d even see each other any time soon. As they grew to know each other better, they got honest with their feelings. Kelly insinuated she was not ‘model-thin’, he didn’t care. They’d seen each other’s photos. She was a cute, fully-figured blonde, not shy about sporting little bikinis. He insinuated he used her photos to pleasure himself. She was flattered.

You’re naughty, I’m going to spank you. She wrote.

Once we eventually meet, if you don’t repeatedly whack me as hard as you can on the bare butt, with a wooden, paddle-like implement...I will be VERY disappointed in you. Seriously. He responded.

Kelly sent back a wink-kiss emoji, while biting her lower lip in real life.

One early morning, Kelly surprised the young man with a Skype audio call. She wanted to talk to him as she got ready for work.

“Wait... you’re dressing in the closet?” the young man asked. “But you can’t actually see me. There’s no video, doofus!”

“Shut up,” she responded with a laugh. “I’m just a little shy. If you haven’t already figured it out, I like you.” She felt embarrassed. “You know...like-like.”

Since the cat was out of the bag, he let her off the hook.

“I like-like you too, Kelly.” He was flattered that a woman of her age was shy around him.

She heaved a sigh of relief. It was all out in the open now.

“For that little confession, young man, you owe me a secret of your own. I’m not leaving here till I get it. I’ll be late to campus, I don’t care.”

The young man had one prepared. Still, he hesitated.

“Well... As long as it stays between us...”

“Of course! Now, quit teasing me!”

“Well, I’m...very...horribly...Ticklish. All over.”

Kelly let a deep-throated laugh escape. “Really??? Wow... That was VERY brave. Anyway, I gotta finish dressing, so let me go, and we’ll connect back later. Talk soon!”

As Kelly hung up the call, he wondered if he hadn’t made a terrible mistake. ‘Nah,’ he thought. ‘It’s not as if we’ll be seeing each other soon.

A couple weeks went by. Kelly had not reached out to the young man. He thought that to be odd, but at the same time, he kept busy enough with freelance work, he barely noticed. Just as he started to miss her, he found a link to a password-protected online photo gallery. It was in an e-mail from Kelly. She instructed him to use the password she was going to text him...and enjoy. The text came, and he gained access without incident.

The gallery, as it was, contained only a single photo, with the caption: “From your no-longer-secret admirer”. It was a close-up of Kelly’s bare chest. Slightly drooping C-cups, with cute pink nipples, and wide cleavage. That was all, as Kelly was still too shy to show her stomach to him, despite the fact he was no stranger to her bikini-clad form. ‘She must definitely like me.’ He thought. He saved the photo to a secure thumb drive. Then, he texted her a thank-you message.

No problem. You deserved something special, and I owed you something brave, after your bravery to me. See you soon!

He was touched. He thought nothing of that ‘See you soon’, much less that she’d mean it literally.

************

One Saturday, another week later, the young man decided to clear his head of Miss Kelly; as he hadn’t heard from her since receiving that photo. He threw on swim trunks and a T-shirt, and was preparing to hit the beach. Just as he gathered everything towards the door, he heard a slight commotion, maybe a car’s engine, as if there was someone right outside. He grabbed the doorknob carefully, and opened the door cautiously.

“SURRPISE!”

There in front of him, wearing frizzy blonde hair and a see-thru beach cover (blue bikini underneath), was his quasi-girlfriend, Kelly.

“Kelly!” His genuine happiness to see her overrode how he felt about the barge-in. “What are you doing here? Not that I’m complaining.”

“Sorry I hadn’t been keeping in touch,” She placed her sunglasses in the oversized beach bag she was holding. “But I wanted this to be a big surprise. You remember a while ago we Google-mapped each other’s houses? I knew you wouldn’t mind.” She noticed his own beach bag. “Ah, great minds think alike!” She shed her beach cover, leaving herself bikini clad, right in front of him. She was tall and sturdy. Aside from her tummy bulging down, hiding her bikini bottoms in front (which she was self-conscious over), what looked like fat was only a layer of cellulite, hiding muscle for days. He saw a pendant dangling from her neck, a heart behind a feather. He decided to make a move.

“Oh hey, I like your necklace. Let me get a closer look.” She moved forward, as if granting permission, and he held the heart/feather gently in his hand. “What is that, a leaf?” he asked, genuinely not able to tell.

She gave him another one of her throaty laughs. “Something like that...”

He let go of the jewelry, gently moving his index finger down the middle of her chest, until his arm came down naturally to his side.

Aside from a shiver of delight down her spine, Kelly didn’t object. He decided to press his luck.

He grabbed her head gently with his other hand, and they merged in a passionate make-out session. It was a natural blur. When they halted, they discovered they were now bare-chested in front of one another.

Kelly looked down at her breasts, then back up at him.

“Uh...oh... That was naughty. And you know naughty boys...get...” Kelly started. She reached into her bag.

“SPANKINGS!” she finished, as she brandished a large wooden hairbrush in front of him. Kelly smacked the thick flat handle against her palm. “Come on... You literally asked for this.” She started to read off his chat quote about how he wanted to be punished.

“OKAY, OKAY...” he acquiesced. “Let’s do this.”

“Shorts OFF, young man!” She bossed. He stripped them, leaving him naked. Kelly technically had the upper hand with one article of clothing still on her body.

She sat on his couch, he laid across her lap. Kelly wound up, and...

*CRRRRACCCKKK!*

“YEEEOOOUUCCHH!!” he cried.

Kelly punished his bottom for twenty minutes, until it was bright red and close to bleeding. She stopped, and rubbed baby oil on his bottom, till his tears of pain went away. Kelly then had him lay across the couch with his feet in her lap. She massaged his legs as they chatted away, like the friends they were. He was oblivious to the fact that his package was getting harder the longer she touched him. Once it was unmistakable to her, Kelly shifted the topic of conversation.

“You know, good guess earlier on my pendant, but you see, it’s actually not a leaf,” she showed it to him. “It’s a feather.” she finished, with a devilish wink. She reached behind her while locking his ankles in her legs, trapping his feet. She came up with the hairbrush, hiding it behind his feet...

“So, leaf, feat...WHOAHAHAHAHAHAHA...WAITTTTHAHAHAHA! WHY-HI-HIIII? WOO-HOO-HOO-WOO-HOO...”

“We’ve been loose with our lives and feelings with each other, but we must be very careful with secrets. You were brave to tell me yours. Likewise, I am just as brave to take advantage. As I have...a foot-tickle fetish!”

“WOO-HOO-HOO...WHOOO-HOO-HOOOO...WOO-HOO!”

“Hey, that is SO ADORABLE! You laugh JUST like my favorite cartoon character, Daffy Duck!” Kelly proclaimed, as she relentlessly played the stiff horsehair brush upon every inch of his soles. “I’m going to call you ‘Daffy’ from now on.” she continued. “Short for ‘Laffy Daffy’! Sound good?”

Daffy could only nod slightly, as he continued to sound like his cartoon counterpart, after getting one over on the wabbit. Only after she could see him turning purple in the face, did she slow down and stop. Once he was calm, she got another good look at his enlarged package. Deciding to be cute, Daffy asked:

“Care to give me a blowjob?” as his eyes darted from her, to his waist.

“Blowjob, huh? Okay...”

Just as he got excited, Kelly scooted him so that his top half laid across her lap, then...

*PBHBBPPPBHPFFTTTTBFT...*

“BWHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

“Oh no...” Kelly said, disappointed. “You don’t sound like Daffy on your tummy!”

“I said a blowjob!”

She looked back at his package and feigned understanding.

“OHHHH! Hehehe... You thought I meant... NO. I don’t do those. They’re gross. Besides, why would I want to put something you pee with, inside my mouth, Daffy Boy?”

He hadn’t thought about that, but she did have a point.

“Don’t get me wrong, I’ll be having my way with that soon. ‘My bed is OUR bed...’ you once told me, right?” She winked. “Anyway, so if you ask for a blow job... I’ll be doing this...” Kelly gave him a long, wet raspberry.

“WHOO...HOO-HOO-HoOoOooo..”

“Good try, Daffy Boy, but it’s just not the same.

She gave him a few more, then helped him back to the ankle-lock positioning. This time, she used her brush on the undersides of his toes, exclusively.

“WOO-HOOHOO...WHOOO...HOO-HOO-HOO...WOOO-HOO-HOO...”

As she was making him suffer, Kelly grabbed her phone to cancel her hotel reservation.

“WOO-HOO-HOO WHOOOO-HOO-HOO-HOOOOO-WHOO-HOOO...”

“...Okay great, thank you. Oh, no, I’m fine. That’s just the TV, I’m watching cartoons...” She hung up.

“I have the whole summer off, my dear Daffy Boy. That’s more than three months of togetherness and tickle time. Won’t that be fun?”

As Kelly reached for her phone again to invite some local girlfriends over, Mr. Daffy laughed his ass off. In his fleeting sanity, he realized that although he found a true love, his openness had cost him dearly. Falling unconscious, but still alive, Kelly kissed him while giving a girlfriend of hers, his address.

After Kelly got off her phone, she reluctantly stopped playing with her Daffy’s feet. She let go of her grasp, then scooped him up in her arms; still naked as a jaybird, and fully at attention. She brought him to his bathroom, where they shared a relaxing bubble bath together. It was a bucket list item for him, that he’d wanted to partake with her; so, he was very much enjoying himself. As they soaked, touched, and kissed, Kelly gave him a bit of intel on her friends.

“They’re twins,” she told him. “You should address them as ‘Auntie Joan’ and ‘Auntie Jane’. Jane and I met when we were both in college. She in the Nursing program, while I was in Education. She’s a Nurse Practitioner now. Joan is a stylist with her own salon. Over the years, the three of us bonded over a few things: Our similar dress sizes,” she chuckled. “also, our inability-slash-disinterest for the normal relationship/marry/have kids dynamic. Until I met you, I was perfectly content on my own. I digress. Anyway, the most important key of our friendship, is that...” Kelly grabbed his foot, and played with his toes for emphasis, one by one. “We’re...all...gigantic...TICKLING...FIENDS!!” she played her nails under his toes as he splashed a little, being careful to stop before he hurt himself, or her.

“As much as I’m into feet, Joan is crazy about the upper body, from chin to navel, and back again. Jane, on the other hand, loves to tease the butt and private areas, always using the ‘Nurse’ card as her blanket excuse. All together, we can really drive you CRAZY!”

Daffy gulped.

“The most important thing to remember,” Kelly started. “is that Joan and Jane are practically my sisters. So, if you want to make me happy, and keep me pleased... You will respect and treat them as you do for me, and give them carte blanche around your house. Is that fair?”

Daffy nodded. He was rewarded with her nails under his chin.

“Good boy,” she replied, getting out of the tub. He followed her lead, as she let the water out of the drain. Kelly dried them both off. He spied a slight blonde wisp of hair adorning her nether-region. He blushed, as his own package reacted as well. Kelly also spied the second reaction.

“Well,” she said, keeping an eye at his waist. “I suppose I shouldn’t delay gratification, any longer, huh?” Doffing both their towels, she scooped him up, and made a beeline for the master bedroom.

She practically threw him on the bed, as Kelly was finally giving into her primal instincts and urges. Without asking, but with fully implied permission, she sat on his waist, lowering her wet lips onto his package. From there, she took charge, riding cowgirl style, as slowly as she could, careful not to give in too fast. Daffy thought it was wonderful. A dream finally fulfilled, and the break from tickling didn’t hurt either.

As she was nearing her breaking point, Kelly changed direction, putting her back to Daffy. Once she knew things were in place, all of a sudden Daffy heard: “Okay girls...TICKLE HIS FEET!”

Before he could react, unseen fingers were going to town.

“WOO-HOO-HOO...WOOOO-HOOOO....WOO-HOOO-HOOO...”

“YESSSSSSSSSSARRRRRGGHHH....Ohhhhhh...”

Kelly collapsed, both of them in ecstasy.

*********

After some literal applause died down, the spent couple got up for formal introductions.

“Wow, Kel... That was amazing!” Joan exclaimed

“Yeah, you’re one lucky chick,” added Jane. “I’m just surprised we didn’t see you sucking his toes!” she teased.

“Hey,” Kelly chuckled. “I don’t smoke and I don’t put my mouth where guys piss. It’s my one oral fixation. Leave me alone.” They all laughed.

The twins, sporting satin robes, were of similar age and build to Kelly. The differences being, their breasts were naturally fuller and perkier; they were packing more body fat than muscle, and finally, they each had a teased mop of curly red hair. They both looked so huggable.

“Girls,” Kelly offered. “This is – my boyfriend – Laffy Daffy. I call him that, because as you just heard, he laughs like Daffy Duck.”

“Hello, Auntie Joan, Auntie Jane.” he dutifully offered.

“Wow, so polite, I’m impressed.” said Joan, the upper body hound. “Nice nipples, by the way.” she causally added, with a wink.

“Why, thank you.” he blushed.

“Do you want to see mine?” she asked. Daffy nodded.

Joan shed her robe, revealing nothing but a silk panty from a Secret shop. She guided his hand to her chest, and let him play with her hardening pink nubs.

Breaking contact before she got too excited, she stepped at arm's length and stole a good look at his navel for the first time.

“Oh, what a beautiful divot, you have. That’s gorgeous! May I?” she asked, wiggling an expertly styled fingernail. He nodded.

She plunged her finger in the hollow.

“WOO-HOO-HOO...WOOOO-HOOOO....WOO-HOOO-HOOO...”

If not for Jane right behind him, Daffy would’ve lost his balance.

“Wait a minute...” said Kelly, incredulously. “I tried his tummy not an hour ago. How’d you get the Daffy Laugh?”

“You must’ve used a raspberry. Jane can tell you, it’s too much of a germ risk. Besides, just a little bit inside the divot, can drive one CRAZY!” To illustrate her point, she dipped and wiggled the very tip of her tongue in his navel. Wild cartoon laughter followed. “Remind me to wax these pits before I get at them, while I think of it. A nice lavender polish may do well, also...” She trailed off. “I'm sorry, hon. I’m being rude. You haven’t formally met our sister.“

Daffy jumped sky high, as he felt a giant feather slide along his sack, perineum, and through his butt-crack. All the ladies giggled as he turned around to face his Auntie Joan, the Nurse. She was now similarly disrobed, in the same color and style panty as her twin.

“Hehe... I see I don’t need to do much if I want to physically control you. She gave a rear cheek a healthy squeeze, rewarded with another little jump. “The most important thing you need to know about me is... I’m your new, personal nurse. I will be overseeing your overall care – in more ways than one.” She giggled and winked. “Oh, and since I’m in charge of all of this...” Jane gestured around his waist. “I will be administering all your spankings. That way, your sweet Kelly will forever be good cop, while I will be disciplinarian.”

Kelly surprised him with an all-too familiar whack of the wooden brush against her palm, startling him into jumping, yet again. More laughter from the ladies.

”It’s just too easy,” Kelly said, laughing and shaking her head in disbelief “but I love it!”

Kelly purposely put herself exclusively in her Daffy’s view. He could not see that either twin had shed their underwear. The three nude women immediately formed a triangle, surrounding the poor boy, making sure he went nowhere they didn’t want him to. They bounced him around their bodies, tickling any spots they pleased, until they reached the living room. Luckily, his blinds were closed. They had privacy.

“Okay girls, phase two!” Kelly ordered. The women shuffled positions around him, as they had Daffy where they wanted. All of a sudden, Jane appeared in front of him, giving a solid shove to his chest. Daffy stumbled backward over his Auntie Joan, falling to the carpet.

Acting quickly, Jane sat on his hips, restricting any real movement. Like lightning, Joan parked herself on one end, sitting on Daffy’s wrists. Not enough to hurt, but gaining full access to his torso. Likewise, Kelly was sitting Crisscross-Applesauce with her boyfriend’s feet locked in her legs.

“Okay, are we all set?” Kelly asked. Both her sisters nodded. Jane squatted into position.

“Okay....and...GO!”

All three women indulged in their tickling expertise, with Jane riding Cowgirl in the middle. Daffy sounded like a wounded cartoon animal. Ordinarily, it would be in the women's nature to feel sorry for such suffering, and stop. However, since they all knew he actually loved it, they continued as long as they felt like it.

“This is fun!” Joan exclaimed. She looked down at him. “Yeah... I gotta do some waxing.”

So, with a foot’s worth of toes in Kelly’s mouth, Joan teasing his nipples, and Jane anticipating pleasure, everyone let the poor boy suffer. Once he passed out, Jane administered smelling salts. Once Jane was satisfied, the others took a turn, round-robin style.

Before he passed out a final time, Daffy eventually figured that if this was his life for the foreseeable future... He could be a lot worse off.

THE END
 
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