OK, so I could have organized the paragraphs a little better. Both characters are fictional adults. So here is my first tickling story.
Megan was a tall, blonde Belgian girl. She had a sexy accent to complement her beauty. Her hair wasn’t really blonde, it was obviously dyed. You could see little streaks of black in her long, soft hair. She had pale, white skin and a soft, round face. Her lips were soft too, and they really encourage people to dream of kissing them. Her legs were long and connected to a plump, juicy ass. Her stomach was flat (and pale of course), her chest was a nice C cup, and her ribs were soft and deathly ticklish. Her feet were the best part of her delicious body. She always wore a size 9 shoe and fluffy, white socks that showed her dainty ankles.
Megan was fairly new to the US, and she didn’t have a car so she walked almost everywhere. Her socks were always moist at the end of the day, and her feet were nice and smelly. One day she was walking home from a concert after dancing the whole night to her favorite music. Needless to say, her feet were pretty tired and smelly that night.
Suddenly, a police car pulled up behind her. A tall, brawny cop jumped out.
“Hey!” he yelled. Megan turned around in surprise and saw the cop running towards her. She hadn’t done anything wrong, and so she was naturally confused. The cop tackled her to the ground, flipped her onto her stomach and handcuffed her. He then stuffed her into the trunk of the squad car and sped off.
At least an hour had passed before the cop let her out. She was tired from the heat in the trunk and could hardly move. So the cop reached in and picked her up. He carried her into the basement of this old, scary house. Megan was terrified; she didn’t know what would happen to her.
Soon she found herself handcuffed to a bar attached to the wall.
“What do you want from me?” Megan said in a scared voice. The cop didn’t give her and answer; he just gagged her by tying a bandanna over her mouth. He then proceeded to tear off her shirt, exposing her bare chest and armpits.
“No bra, eh?” said the cop, “I like dirty girls.” He then reached out to cup her young, firm breasts. He squeezed them and rubbed his face in them. He even licked her nipples. Megan’s tits were ticklish, and this caused her to laugh. The cop heard this and was very turned on. Megan noticed how his erection bulged in his pants. He continued to tickle her nipples with his tongue. She giggled and squirmed uncomfortably. The cop, being the cruel villain, reached up to her soft, sweaty armpits and dug his fingers in as he began to tickle them. He wiggled his fingers up and down, left and right, back and forth in her sensitive pits. Now he was lick-tickling her nipples and tickling her armpits at the same time.
Megan couldn’t take it, this was torture. She squealed out in agony, but the tickling didn’t stop. She squirmed and tried to get away, but she was tired and weak from the tickling, so she was stuck. She had to endure this torment for at least ten minutes. The cop was really enjoying her boobs.
The cop stopped tickling her nipples and lightly gave her armpits tickling caresses as he decided if he would tickle her belly or her ribs next. Megan giggled as he ran his tongue down between her boobs, down her torso, and into her belly button. He blew on her stomach and made that little farting noise. Her thighs shook with her laughter. Megan’s tummy was really ticklish. He ran his nails over her belly several times really quickly. She couldn’t take it anymore. She was laughing so hard she couldn’t breathe. She squealed louder than before, but the cop new a good way to silence her. He began tickling her ribs. He dug his fingers into her sides and wiggled his fingers around on her soft, bare ribs. She could no longer cry out. She was out of breath. She let out a silent, gasp-like laugh as she passed out from the tickle torture.
Megan was untied when she woke up, but she was completely naked except for her socks, which smelled like fresh foot-sweat because her shoes had just been removed. She was lying on her stomach, and the policeman was sitting on her legs so she couldn’t move. She was too tired and scared to do anything, so she just laid there.
The cop began stroking her socked, size 9 soles. He buried his face in the bottom of her feet and inhaled deeply and loudly. Her feet smelled wonderful to him, and he kept inhaling over and over. He stuck his nose in between each socked toe as best as he could. He ran his nose, sniffing, from the ends of her toes all the way down to her heels. Then he licked her socked feet. They tasted good, just a bit salty. She could feel his erection pushing against her leg as he bent over to smell her feet.
The officer then removed her moist socks, turned them inside out, and rubbed them all over his face, inhaling periodically. He wanted his face to smell just like her gorgeous feet. Megan’s toes were long and slender. Her nails were unpainted, but that didn’t take much away from their beauty. Her soles were very soft and a little wrinkly. Her heels were pretty soft too.
Once her sexy feet caught the cop’s attention, he began to tickle them. He slowly ran one finger from her big toe down to her heel. Then he pressed down on her soles with all of his fingers and began to wiggle them up and down.
“Pl- please stop, hahaha,” begged Megan. The cop just tickled her feet faster. “S-Stop please hehehe,” Megan laughed out harder. The cop stopped using his fingers, and began using his face. He had a stubble and he ran his prickly chin up and down her bare soles. Megan laugher louder, smacking the floor as the tickling continued. Tears streamed down her eyes. The officer began tickling her sexy feet with his tongue. He stuck it in between each toe as best as he could and wiggled it around, then he menacingly slid it down the full length of each foot. Megan’s legs began to shake from the ticklish sensations as she laughed and cried at the same time. “Ohohohoh hehehe hahahaha s-s-stop it pleas-s-se hahaha,” Megan laughed out desperately. He bit Megan’s heels just a little, and he slowly and gently pinched each inch of the bottom of her feet with his teeth. Megan giggled uncomfortably.
The cruel cop then got up and sat on Megan’s lower back, facing her ass. Megan’s butt was very soft and smooth. It was also nice and plump, just right. He slowly ran his fingers from the top of her thighs to the top of her butt cheeks. It seemed like the longest time for Megan. Her ass was unbearably ticklish. He stroked her butt in slow, soft circles with all of his fingers. Megan was out of breath from laughing so hard, but it tickled so much she had to gasp for air and keep laughing. “ooooohhhhh hahahaha,” whined a laughing Megan. The cop then spread her ass cheeks and tickled the sides of the inside of her butt (she wiped very well, so it was clean). Megan banged her fists on the ground laughing as the unbearable stroking of the inside of her butt continued. “Eeerrrrr, hehehehahaha.” The cop produced a toothbrush from his back pocket. “No nonono, AAAHHHAHAHAHAHA!” Megan laughed hysterically as the cop began brushing her butthole. Back and forth back and forth. He scrubbed all sides of the hole. Suddenly, Megan could no longer breathe from laughing so hard. Her butthole was arguable her most ticklish spot.
Megan passed out, and she was in a hospital when she woke up. It turns out the “cop” who kidnapped her was really an escapee from the mental ward who had disguised himself as a police officer and stole a police car. The real cops had been looking for the car all night, and they finally found it and saved Megan.
Megan was a tall, blonde Belgian girl. She had a sexy accent to complement her beauty. Her hair wasn’t really blonde, it was obviously dyed. You could see little streaks of black in her long, soft hair. She had pale, white skin and a soft, round face. Her lips were soft too, and they really encourage people to dream of kissing them. Her legs were long and connected to a plump, juicy ass. Her stomach was flat (and pale of course), her chest was a nice C cup, and her ribs were soft and deathly ticklish. Her feet were the best part of her delicious body. She always wore a size 9 shoe and fluffy, white socks that showed her dainty ankles.
Megan was fairly new to the US, and she didn’t have a car so she walked almost everywhere. Her socks were always moist at the end of the day, and her feet were nice and smelly. One day she was walking home from a concert after dancing the whole night to her favorite music. Needless to say, her feet were pretty tired and smelly that night.
Suddenly, a police car pulled up behind her. A tall, brawny cop jumped out.
“Hey!” he yelled. Megan turned around in surprise and saw the cop running towards her. She hadn’t done anything wrong, and so she was naturally confused. The cop tackled her to the ground, flipped her onto her stomach and handcuffed her. He then stuffed her into the trunk of the squad car and sped off.
At least an hour had passed before the cop let her out. She was tired from the heat in the trunk and could hardly move. So the cop reached in and picked her up. He carried her into the basement of this old, scary house. Megan was terrified; she didn’t know what would happen to her.
Soon she found herself handcuffed to a bar attached to the wall.
“What do you want from me?” Megan said in a scared voice. The cop didn’t give her and answer; he just gagged her by tying a bandanna over her mouth. He then proceeded to tear off her shirt, exposing her bare chest and armpits.
“No bra, eh?” said the cop, “I like dirty girls.” He then reached out to cup her young, firm breasts. He squeezed them and rubbed his face in them. He even licked her nipples. Megan’s tits were ticklish, and this caused her to laugh. The cop heard this and was very turned on. Megan noticed how his erection bulged in his pants. He continued to tickle her nipples with his tongue. She giggled and squirmed uncomfortably. The cop, being the cruel villain, reached up to her soft, sweaty armpits and dug his fingers in as he began to tickle them. He wiggled his fingers up and down, left and right, back and forth in her sensitive pits. Now he was lick-tickling her nipples and tickling her armpits at the same time.
Megan couldn’t take it, this was torture. She squealed out in agony, but the tickling didn’t stop. She squirmed and tried to get away, but she was tired and weak from the tickling, so she was stuck. She had to endure this torment for at least ten minutes. The cop was really enjoying her boobs.
The cop stopped tickling her nipples and lightly gave her armpits tickling caresses as he decided if he would tickle her belly or her ribs next. Megan giggled as he ran his tongue down between her boobs, down her torso, and into her belly button. He blew on her stomach and made that little farting noise. Her thighs shook with her laughter. Megan’s tummy was really ticklish. He ran his nails over her belly several times really quickly. She couldn’t take it anymore. She was laughing so hard she couldn’t breathe. She squealed louder than before, but the cop new a good way to silence her. He began tickling her ribs. He dug his fingers into her sides and wiggled his fingers around on her soft, bare ribs. She could no longer cry out. She was out of breath. She let out a silent, gasp-like laugh as she passed out from the tickle torture.
Megan was untied when she woke up, but she was completely naked except for her socks, which smelled like fresh foot-sweat because her shoes had just been removed. She was lying on her stomach, and the policeman was sitting on her legs so she couldn’t move. She was too tired and scared to do anything, so she just laid there.
The cop began stroking her socked, size 9 soles. He buried his face in the bottom of her feet and inhaled deeply and loudly. Her feet smelled wonderful to him, and he kept inhaling over and over. He stuck his nose in between each socked toe as best as he could. He ran his nose, sniffing, from the ends of her toes all the way down to her heels. Then he licked her socked feet. They tasted good, just a bit salty. She could feel his erection pushing against her leg as he bent over to smell her feet.
The officer then removed her moist socks, turned them inside out, and rubbed them all over his face, inhaling periodically. He wanted his face to smell just like her gorgeous feet. Megan’s toes were long and slender. Her nails were unpainted, but that didn’t take much away from their beauty. Her soles were very soft and a little wrinkly. Her heels were pretty soft too.
Once her sexy feet caught the cop’s attention, he began to tickle them. He slowly ran one finger from her big toe down to her heel. Then he pressed down on her soles with all of his fingers and began to wiggle them up and down.
“Pl- please stop, hahaha,” begged Megan. The cop just tickled her feet faster. “S-Stop please hehehe,” Megan laughed out harder. The cop stopped using his fingers, and began using his face. He had a stubble and he ran his prickly chin up and down her bare soles. Megan laugher louder, smacking the floor as the tickling continued. Tears streamed down her eyes. The officer began tickling her sexy feet with his tongue. He stuck it in between each toe as best as he could and wiggled it around, then he menacingly slid it down the full length of each foot. Megan’s legs began to shake from the ticklish sensations as she laughed and cried at the same time. “Ohohohoh hehehe hahahaha s-s-stop it pleas-s-se hahaha,” Megan laughed out desperately. He bit Megan’s heels just a little, and he slowly and gently pinched each inch of the bottom of her feet with his teeth. Megan giggled uncomfortably.
The cruel cop then got up and sat on Megan’s lower back, facing her ass. Megan’s butt was very soft and smooth. It was also nice and plump, just right. He slowly ran his fingers from the top of her thighs to the top of her butt cheeks. It seemed like the longest time for Megan. Her ass was unbearably ticklish. He stroked her butt in slow, soft circles with all of his fingers. Megan was out of breath from laughing so hard, but it tickled so much she had to gasp for air and keep laughing. “ooooohhhhh hahahaha,” whined a laughing Megan. The cop then spread her ass cheeks and tickled the sides of the inside of her butt (she wiped very well, so it was clean). Megan banged her fists on the ground laughing as the unbearable stroking of the inside of her butt continued. “Eeerrrrr, hehehehahaha.” The cop produced a toothbrush from his back pocket. “No nonono, AAAHHHAHAHAHAHA!” Megan laughed hysterically as the cop began brushing her butthole. Back and forth back and forth. He scrubbed all sides of the hole. Suddenly, Megan could no longer breathe from laughing so hard. Her butthole was arguable her most ticklish spot.
Megan passed out, and she was in a hospital when she woke up. It turns out the “cop” who kidnapped her was really an escapee from the mental ward who had disguised himself as a police officer and stole a police car. The real cops had been looking for the car all night, and they finally found it and saved Megan.
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