Just when I think my dear Kelly is retired for good, she pops up in my imagination, demanding a new story. But I love her. Anyway, unlike the last entry, this is a consensual, almost loving, situation. All characters over 18. Enjoy, and feedback is appreciated!
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It’s Kelly again! Blonde, very plump, somewhere in my 40s. Now that that’s out of the way...
In case I haven’t told you before, Dear Diary, my girlfriend Red has a twin sister. This sister is a fit version of Red herself, resembling more of our housemate/bodyguard. Anyway, Red’s sister went the traditional route of having a marriage and a kid. The marriage didn’t last, sadly (I wasn’t surprised, as I’m not a fan of such traditional ways), but her son grew up to be a happy, healthy, if not experienced, eighteen-year-old. About a week before his nineteenth birthday, Red told me of a conversation she’d had with her sister.
Apparently, her sis knocked on his bedroom door, and didn’t wait for him to answer, before she pushed the door open – rookie mistake, in my opinion. Before he could react, she caught sight of his computer screen. A video of a young man, tied down with no clothes, on a massage table. He was screaming and begging for mercy, as a plump, mature, stone-faced dominatrix type, was tickling him, and apparently pretending she was deaf (This was how Red’s sister described it!). She was worried about the weird things he might be into at such a young age, and apparently working herself up into a frenzy. Red did her best to calm her down, and explain how normal it actually was. Her sister was still inconsolable, as she couldn’t grasp such advice from someone who liked women. We understood the logic. In the end, Red suggested her sister send her son over for a visit. Surely, a fun visit with his ‘cool aunt’ would give everyone room to relax and cool down. After Red insistence that she spoil her nephew for his birthday, her sister finally agreed.
I was prac-tickle-ly drooling at this point during the explanation. It’s always nice to meet like-minded young men. All I told Red was... ‘BRING HIM TO ME!’
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Red’s nephew arrived the next evening after his day-of-birth. Freshly nineteen (just how I liked ‘em!). Our Buff Brunette answered, wearing a sleek, sleeveless Yoga outfit she'd adopted as a uniform, of sorts.
‘Ah, you must be the nephew. Come in!’ she greeted warmly. ‘Unfortunately, your aunt was caught in a meeting, and won’t be home until late. She apologizes. She told me to tell you to make yourself at home. Come... Relax in the living room,’ she motioned to it. ‘I’ll bring your bags to your room.’ Without waiting on a reply, she was already off with his suitcases. The young man opened the sliding pocket door, and stepped into the living room. There, spread on the couch in front of him, with nothing more on than a favorite, cow-pattered bikini, was me. He nervously busied himself with shutting the door, blushing. When he finally had the nerve, he faced me once more.
‘Hey, you must be Red’s nephew!’ I said enthusiastically. 'I’ve heard a lot about you. I’m her girlfriend, Kelly. Nice to meet you!' I stuck my hand out to shake, but he was too timid, though obviously loving what he was seeing. I guess I was his type. ‘Aww, that’s okay. We can just talk.’ I assured him. Since Red told me the whole story I mentioned above, I knew what I was doing now. ‘But, if you don’t mind,’ I continued, ‘I think I need to free the girls!’ I reached behind me, loosened the string around my top, and discarded it somewhere in the room.
All of a sudden, the young man took that as an invitation, and pulled off all of his clothes in no time flat, piling them by the door. I couldn’t help but laugh out loud. It's amazing how fast men get their clothes off, when there’s a slight chance of action with a woman.
I followed my laugh with: ‘Okay, if that’s how you feel comfortable, you ARE our guest. Why don’t you come sit next to me? Let’s talk.’ I moved my legs to give him room, and patted the couch cushion as an invite. He sat down, captivated by my large, yet sagging, bare chest. What he couldn’t see, was the door sliding open just enough for our bodyguard to take his forgotten pile of clothes away. They would be locked in the safe where the garments of many male guests of ours, are stored.
Back on the couch, we made small talk. The boring stuff. We covered how much older I was than he, how his aunt Red and I are girlfriends, but that I liked guys too, and Red didn’t mind. I got to learn all about him, and he even got comfortable enough to divulge his fetishes. He told me the story of the incident with the video, in his own words, as if I hadn’t heard it. Suddenly, he looked at me nervously. I read his mind, and put him at ease: ‘It’s okay,’ I told him. ‘You can touch me.’
He proceeded to run his hands gently, all over my upper body. While he definitely enjoyed my breasts (what man wouldn’t?), he actually spent more time, and seemed to enjoy more, of my big belly and generous side rolls. It felt good, both physically, and in the fact that a man sees more beauty in something other than a chest, or a butt. I had a suspicious feeling he was trying to make something happen. I was right. He was trying to tickle me. I had all the sensitivity tickled out of me when I was this young man’s age. I had a friend, a mentor, rather, who made me who I am today. And she tickled me so much, I lost the sensations. But she also made me the strong, bisexual woman I am now.
‘Nope,’ I cheerfully told him ‘Won’t work!’ He desperately tried to get any kind of ticklish rise out of me. ‘Now... If you don’t stop trying, I’m gonna get you back. Have you ever watched anyone be tickled till they cried? You’re just lucky I don’t have video equipment down here!’ I got carried away with my taunts, I’ll admit, but I think that put some sort of fear in him. Still, he kept adamant. Suddenly, he tried grabbing at my bikini bottom. I gently, yet firmly, slapped his hand away. Still being nice, I said - ‘Hold on there, cowboy. I don’t want full exposure right now. It’s not my fault that you decided to go Full Monty right away.’ I chuckled, bouncing his raging boner up against my palm. He chuckled. ‘However, just for that, I’m afraid there must be consequences.’ He immediately anticipated my next move, and stretched out on the couch, plopping his feet into my lap. Wow. This kid watches too many videos, I thought. But, he did guess correctly, as I used one leg to pin his ankles down, while his bare feet rested on my other thigh.
‘Okay, just as you have a tickling fetish, I have a foot fetish. Female, male, doesn’t matter. A bare foot can be porno to me, in the right circumstances. And as you’re about to find out, I DO have a fetish for ticklish young men, just as long as they’re at least eighteen. You’re what, nineteen?’
He nodded, a combination of excitement and fear.
‘Perfect!’ I licked my lips for show. 'I think, as a warm up, your feet should be tickled a minute for each year of your life. Ready?’ I asked, not caring if he was. I dug in with my nails, and was met with a crescendo of laughter.
‘BUAHAHAHAHAHAHEEHEHEHEEHEHAHAHA..STAAAAAWWWPPHAHAHA...’
He looked up at me with a large, contorted, forced smile. His eyes pleading for help his lips couldn’t ask for. Unfortunately for him, my visage matched the stony-cold bitch face from the tickler in his favorite video. It was at this point, I found out later, that our bodyguard had texted Red, letting her know my plan had worked.
I watched the color of his face, making sure to slow down before it turned purple. I would play with his toes then, as he would calm down to a giggle, switching back to nails before he got too used to the other way. Feet really do make beautiful music, if I do say so myself. They’re my favorite instrument to play.
Finally... ‘...annnnd...time!’ I exclaimed, checking my empty wrist for show. ‘Hope you’re all right,’ I said, placing an affectionate hand on his panting belly. ‘If I went over time, let's just call it For Luck. You got my motor running, but to cool you down, let’s slow things up a little by focusing on me. You know, all I like about being with guys, is tickling them. I only ride them when I want to get myself off. But otherwise, I don’t suck anything a straight woman would. However, I can’t resist these toes. Excuse me.’
I reached for my phone and texted our buff beauty. She came in the door with a tray of honey and other ice cream syrup toppings. I thanked her as she left the room. I spent close to the next hour covering his toes and soles and licking them clean with my tongue and mouth. His reactions varied from raucous hysteria to sweet chuckles. By the time I’d had enough sweets, I texted our bodyguard again. She came in with a bucket of soapy water and a scrub brush. Getting his feet clean was a two-woman job. Let’s just say he was held to the couch by his ankles, as the rest of him flopped around the floor like a flounder. I was giggling just as much as he was belly laughing. Finally, she left the room again, as I helped him back on the couch. He put his feet on my lap, although I didn’t trap his ankles this time.
‘As I explained earlier, I only have intercourse with guys when I want to get myself off. And now,’ I lowered my bottoms enough to check, ‘It’s definitely that time.’ He looked hopeful. ‘However,’ Disappointment appeared. I gave a sympathetic look. ‘Since I know you have yet to have that kind of experience, I care about you enough not to ruin it for you. It should happen with a nice girl your own age. Not a dinosaur like me.’ Before he could protest that I wasn’t, I continued. ‘What I CAN do, is this...’
I removed my cow-print bottoms, and threw them towards my top. I took his right foot in both my hands and guided it, bottom to top, back and forth, across my womanhood, sometimes letting the top of a toe, or two, slip through the folds. I didn’t have to wait long, as a seismic wave of pleasure ripped through me. I think I even felt the couch go damp from a contribution of his own.
‘Wow!’ I finally exclaimed. ‘Amanda sure loved that!’ I said dreamily.
‘Amanda...?’
‘That’s what I call her.’ indicating between my legs.
He nodded with understanding. I texted our bodyguard once more, and she came to clean up the mess on the couch. Once we were composed, I carried him in my arms, up to the room he was staying in. I deposited him onto the bed, both of us naked as the day we were born. We had a quick heart-to-heart regarding the events of the past week or so, as well as this evening. Between us, we came up with a plan: Since it upset his mother, and he didn’t want to feel ashamed for his kinks, I promised that whenever he felt the urge to look up his porn, he could come over here instead, and spend some time with his Auntie Kelly (After all, there’s no blood between US!). He happily agreed.
‘Now that that’s settled, how about tomorrow morning; after we share a shower, I’ll take you out for breakfast and a pedicure?’ He nodded. ‘It’s a date, then! Oh... guyswholaughgetlavendarnailpolish...’ I scribbled against his foot, and was met with a quick guffaw.
‘Okay then, I’m holding you to that. Good night, ticklish...’
I shut the door on his confused face, as I chuckled to myself. This will be a fun week. I can’t wait!
TTFN,
Kelly
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It’s Kelly again! Blonde, very plump, somewhere in my 40s. Now that that’s out of the way...
In case I haven’t told you before, Dear Diary, my girlfriend Red has a twin sister. This sister is a fit version of Red herself, resembling more of our housemate/bodyguard. Anyway, Red’s sister went the traditional route of having a marriage and a kid. The marriage didn’t last, sadly (I wasn’t surprised, as I’m not a fan of such traditional ways), but her son grew up to be a happy, healthy, if not experienced, eighteen-year-old. About a week before his nineteenth birthday, Red told me of a conversation she’d had with her sister.
Apparently, her sis knocked on his bedroom door, and didn’t wait for him to answer, before she pushed the door open – rookie mistake, in my opinion. Before he could react, she caught sight of his computer screen. A video of a young man, tied down with no clothes, on a massage table. He was screaming and begging for mercy, as a plump, mature, stone-faced dominatrix type, was tickling him, and apparently pretending she was deaf (This was how Red’s sister described it!). She was worried about the weird things he might be into at such a young age, and apparently working herself up into a frenzy. Red did her best to calm her down, and explain how normal it actually was. Her sister was still inconsolable, as she couldn’t grasp such advice from someone who liked women. We understood the logic. In the end, Red suggested her sister send her son over for a visit. Surely, a fun visit with his ‘cool aunt’ would give everyone room to relax and cool down. After Red insistence that she spoil her nephew for his birthday, her sister finally agreed.
I was prac-tickle-ly drooling at this point during the explanation. It’s always nice to meet like-minded young men. All I told Red was... ‘BRING HIM TO ME!’
******
Red’s nephew arrived the next evening after his day-of-birth. Freshly nineteen (just how I liked ‘em!). Our Buff Brunette answered, wearing a sleek, sleeveless Yoga outfit she'd adopted as a uniform, of sorts.
‘Ah, you must be the nephew. Come in!’ she greeted warmly. ‘Unfortunately, your aunt was caught in a meeting, and won’t be home until late. She apologizes. She told me to tell you to make yourself at home. Come... Relax in the living room,’ she motioned to it. ‘I’ll bring your bags to your room.’ Without waiting on a reply, she was already off with his suitcases. The young man opened the sliding pocket door, and stepped into the living room. There, spread on the couch in front of him, with nothing more on than a favorite, cow-pattered bikini, was me. He nervously busied himself with shutting the door, blushing. When he finally had the nerve, he faced me once more.
‘Hey, you must be Red’s nephew!’ I said enthusiastically. 'I’ve heard a lot about you. I’m her girlfriend, Kelly. Nice to meet you!' I stuck my hand out to shake, but he was too timid, though obviously loving what he was seeing. I guess I was his type. ‘Aww, that’s okay. We can just talk.’ I assured him. Since Red told me the whole story I mentioned above, I knew what I was doing now. ‘But, if you don’t mind,’ I continued, ‘I think I need to free the girls!’ I reached behind me, loosened the string around my top, and discarded it somewhere in the room.
All of a sudden, the young man took that as an invitation, and pulled off all of his clothes in no time flat, piling them by the door. I couldn’t help but laugh out loud. It's amazing how fast men get their clothes off, when there’s a slight chance of action with a woman.
I followed my laugh with: ‘Okay, if that’s how you feel comfortable, you ARE our guest. Why don’t you come sit next to me? Let’s talk.’ I moved my legs to give him room, and patted the couch cushion as an invite. He sat down, captivated by my large, yet sagging, bare chest. What he couldn’t see, was the door sliding open just enough for our bodyguard to take his forgotten pile of clothes away. They would be locked in the safe where the garments of many male guests of ours, are stored.
Back on the couch, we made small talk. The boring stuff. We covered how much older I was than he, how his aunt Red and I are girlfriends, but that I liked guys too, and Red didn’t mind. I got to learn all about him, and he even got comfortable enough to divulge his fetishes. He told me the story of the incident with the video, in his own words, as if I hadn’t heard it. Suddenly, he looked at me nervously. I read his mind, and put him at ease: ‘It’s okay,’ I told him. ‘You can touch me.’
He proceeded to run his hands gently, all over my upper body. While he definitely enjoyed my breasts (what man wouldn’t?), he actually spent more time, and seemed to enjoy more, of my big belly and generous side rolls. It felt good, both physically, and in the fact that a man sees more beauty in something other than a chest, or a butt. I had a suspicious feeling he was trying to make something happen. I was right. He was trying to tickle me. I had all the sensitivity tickled out of me when I was this young man’s age. I had a friend, a mentor, rather, who made me who I am today. And she tickled me so much, I lost the sensations. But she also made me the strong, bisexual woman I am now.
‘Nope,’ I cheerfully told him ‘Won’t work!’ He desperately tried to get any kind of ticklish rise out of me. ‘Now... If you don’t stop trying, I’m gonna get you back. Have you ever watched anyone be tickled till they cried? You’re just lucky I don’t have video equipment down here!’ I got carried away with my taunts, I’ll admit, but I think that put some sort of fear in him. Still, he kept adamant. Suddenly, he tried grabbing at my bikini bottom. I gently, yet firmly, slapped his hand away. Still being nice, I said - ‘Hold on there, cowboy. I don’t want full exposure right now. It’s not my fault that you decided to go Full Monty right away.’ I chuckled, bouncing his raging boner up against my palm. He chuckled. ‘However, just for that, I’m afraid there must be consequences.’ He immediately anticipated my next move, and stretched out on the couch, plopping his feet into my lap. Wow. This kid watches too many videos, I thought. But, he did guess correctly, as I used one leg to pin his ankles down, while his bare feet rested on my other thigh.
‘Okay, just as you have a tickling fetish, I have a foot fetish. Female, male, doesn’t matter. A bare foot can be porno to me, in the right circumstances. And as you’re about to find out, I DO have a fetish for ticklish young men, just as long as they’re at least eighteen. You’re what, nineteen?’
He nodded, a combination of excitement and fear.
‘Perfect!’ I licked my lips for show. 'I think, as a warm up, your feet should be tickled a minute for each year of your life. Ready?’ I asked, not caring if he was. I dug in with my nails, and was met with a crescendo of laughter.
‘BUAHAHAHAHAHAHEEHEHEHEEHEHAHAHA..STAAAAAWWWPPHAHAHA...’
He looked up at me with a large, contorted, forced smile. His eyes pleading for help his lips couldn’t ask for. Unfortunately for him, my visage matched the stony-cold bitch face from the tickler in his favorite video. It was at this point, I found out later, that our bodyguard had texted Red, letting her know my plan had worked.
I watched the color of his face, making sure to slow down before it turned purple. I would play with his toes then, as he would calm down to a giggle, switching back to nails before he got too used to the other way. Feet really do make beautiful music, if I do say so myself. They’re my favorite instrument to play.
Finally... ‘...annnnd...time!’ I exclaimed, checking my empty wrist for show. ‘Hope you’re all right,’ I said, placing an affectionate hand on his panting belly. ‘If I went over time, let's just call it For Luck. You got my motor running, but to cool you down, let’s slow things up a little by focusing on me. You know, all I like about being with guys, is tickling them. I only ride them when I want to get myself off. But otherwise, I don’t suck anything a straight woman would. However, I can’t resist these toes. Excuse me.’
I reached for my phone and texted our buff beauty. She came in the door with a tray of honey and other ice cream syrup toppings. I thanked her as she left the room. I spent close to the next hour covering his toes and soles and licking them clean with my tongue and mouth. His reactions varied from raucous hysteria to sweet chuckles. By the time I’d had enough sweets, I texted our bodyguard again. She came in with a bucket of soapy water and a scrub brush. Getting his feet clean was a two-woman job. Let’s just say he was held to the couch by his ankles, as the rest of him flopped around the floor like a flounder. I was giggling just as much as he was belly laughing. Finally, she left the room again, as I helped him back on the couch. He put his feet on my lap, although I didn’t trap his ankles this time.
‘As I explained earlier, I only have intercourse with guys when I want to get myself off. And now,’ I lowered my bottoms enough to check, ‘It’s definitely that time.’ He looked hopeful. ‘However,’ Disappointment appeared. I gave a sympathetic look. ‘Since I know you have yet to have that kind of experience, I care about you enough not to ruin it for you. It should happen with a nice girl your own age. Not a dinosaur like me.’ Before he could protest that I wasn’t, I continued. ‘What I CAN do, is this...’
I removed my cow-print bottoms, and threw them towards my top. I took his right foot in both my hands and guided it, bottom to top, back and forth, across my womanhood, sometimes letting the top of a toe, or two, slip through the folds. I didn’t have to wait long, as a seismic wave of pleasure ripped through me. I think I even felt the couch go damp from a contribution of his own.
‘Wow!’ I finally exclaimed. ‘Amanda sure loved that!’ I said dreamily.
‘Amanda...?’
‘That’s what I call her.’ indicating between my legs.
He nodded with understanding. I texted our bodyguard once more, and she came to clean up the mess on the couch. Once we were composed, I carried him in my arms, up to the room he was staying in. I deposited him onto the bed, both of us naked as the day we were born. We had a quick heart-to-heart regarding the events of the past week or so, as well as this evening. Between us, we came up with a plan: Since it upset his mother, and he didn’t want to feel ashamed for his kinks, I promised that whenever he felt the urge to look up his porn, he could come over here instead, and spend some time with his Auntie Kelly (After all, there’s no blood between US!). He happily agreed.
‘Now that that’s settled, how about tomorrow morning; after we share a shower, I’ll take you out for breakfast and a pedicure?’ He nodded. ‘It’s a date, then! Oh... guyswholaughgetlavendarnailpolish...’ I scribbled against his foot, and was met with a quick guffaw.
‘Okay then, I’m holding you to that. Good night, ticklish...’
I shut the door on his confused face, as I chuckled to myself. This will be a fun week. I can’t wait!
TTFN,
Kelly
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