Well it all started off with me innocently lying on the bed for a rest whilst he had his shower before bed.
I was just wearing an old half slip, loose cool etc. He came and laid on the bottom of the bed leaning up on one elbow and was chatting away about the day when his dressing gown fell open a little at the top. I couldn’t resist lifting my foot up to try and brush his nipples with my toes, I got a quick sweep in but then he just lightly ran his fingers over the bottom of one of my feet and I shrieked and pulled my foot away calling him a wuss. Well that was it really - he grabbed my ankle, pulled me down the bed and had both my feet in an arm lock. "I'm a wuss am I?" "Yep a big hairy one" came my reply - OMG bad move – lol.
Ok - so my feet are in an arm lock - he is giving me a Mwahahahaha type evil look and wiggling his fingers millimetres from my feet. I am trying to pull away but his grip is so strong I am helpless and already giggling like an idiot in the ticklish anticipation. Next thing I know I feel the serated edge of teeth grasping my toes and running back and forth along them. Scream is not the word........ He combined this then with running his fingers over my soles - his hands are big enough to be able to get both feet amply with only one hand and the git has nails too. He alternated between harsh scratchy tickling and really light spider strokes, playing on all my most vulnerable areas. Then he started nibbling my heels and munching down my instep and outside edge - I was gasping for breath unable to laugh, squeal or anything, completely lost in the mind blowing sensations rushing through my body, whilst doing this he was spider tickling the top of my foot and ankle. I had been face down throughout this and somehow managed to flip to one side which loosened his grip and I was able to get one foot out. I was panting heavily and asked for a breather, so he sat up and was rubbing my legs moving higher and higher with each stroke. I was laid on my side by this time with my back to him and his hands moved up over my hips - he asked me if I was o.k and I said "Yes". "Good he replied and started to tickle my hip bone and the area behind it then he said "And I reckon just... about.... here..... will get a result" putting one finger into the crook of my waist and finding the edge of my most ticklish rib. Well at that I let rip and flipped over onto my back
He worked the edge of that rib for a good 10 minutes with me screaming and laughing wildly, grabbing his wrists but unable to move him off me "Something wrong dear?" he asked giving me a momentary break to try to reply but as soon as I went to open my mouth, his fingers started up again and it was "Sorry I cant understand a word you are saying. Next thing I know his other hand comes over and finds the opposite rib "OMG - no" I thought - one side is bad enough but both together I knew I would completely lose it. He lifted a leg up to straddle me and pinned my hands under his knees - I was going nowhere. For the next 20 minutes my sides took the tickling of a lifetime - I lost count of the number of times I came, but after every one the tickling just seemed more and more intense. He then raised his arm in the air zooming his arm around slowly and making noises like an aeroplane coming into land - the anticipation of not knowing where it was going to strike was too much, I managed to get one of my hands free and grabbed his wrist, but he was too strong and he was getting closer and closer to my stomach, I could feel myself pushing my back into the bed as far as possible to try and give myself those few seconds longer before he got me, giggling and begging insanely all the time before he had even touched me........
My eyes widen and I am begging wildly as his hand lands right in the centre of my stomach in the area above the belly button right on the waist line. He crab tickles me there making noises like a machine gun - I am trying to throw him off, rolling from side to side thrashing hysterically, my legs kicking out behind him but it is no good I am stuck fast. He then moves back to grabbing both my sides and uses just his thumbs to hook in under the ribs and crucify me more. My back arches as another orgasmic wave rushes through my body. My hands are put back under his knees and I then see his eyes widen and he momentarily stops and starts licking his index fingers. I knew what was coming next and I was screeching "No, No, please, dont even think about it, you'll regret it, I'm warning you" "I dont think you're in any position to be issuing threats do you?" he replied. We had had the fan blowing steadily over us and the coolness of the breeze and the effect of the tickling had made my nipples stand erect. His moistened fingers moved towards my breasts
So I am laid there nipples erect, his moistened fingers inches away and ever faster approaching wiggling back and forth. He cups underneath my breast, pushing them up and together and leans over to gently brush the tips with his lips and encompasses each one with his mouth in turn and glides his tongue over. My back arches as I groan and feel my body relax - But its all a trick as next thing I know his moistened fingers are attacking my nipples, flicking back and forth hitting the edges and driving me into a mad ticklish frenzy. I can feel how wet I am down below and am aware I am contracting my pelvic muscles to control the urges inside me. He releases my hands from under his knees and puts his fingers through mine, kissing my palms and then he grabs my wrists. My arms are pulled up over my head, he has both wrists in one hand , held tight , he teases my nipples with his other still moistened hand, using his tongue on one and his hand on the other, then his fingers tickle the side of my breasts and move around to my armpit. I just scream
"No, don’t, pleeeeaaassse" But it is to late I collapse into uncontrollable laughter and he has fun switching between armpit to armpit running across my nipples along the way from one to the other, occasionally swooping down lower too to give my worst tickle rib a quick tweak............
Well by now he was getting pretty heavy having been straddled over me all this time, so he kindly lifted his leg off and laid down beside me. I turned over onto my front to stretch out and he gently started rubbing my back with the flat of his hand. What started out as a firm massage stroke quickly became lighter touches with several fingers. He hovered to the sides of my shoulder blades, just bordering between there and my side, knowing it made me squeal and writhe. He followed this by tracing fingers down my spine into the hollow of my back and circling it out to my side, making me wriggle from one side to the other with little light giggles along the way. He brushed over the top of my slip over my buttocks and massaged them in both hands, tracing a finger underneath across the top of one leg then the other in that little nook where the bum joins the legs..............
He cupped the underside of my buttocks in the cup of his hand between his thumb and index finger and squeezed like crab pincers, tickling me fiendishly - On realising I was gonna be able to turn over, he hooked one leg over mine to keep me still best he could andlifting my slip to expose my buttocks, moved his hands up onto my buttocks themselves, drawing his nails from top to bottom and side to side, paying specific attention to a small spot just behind my hips and another towards the separation line of the buttocks that blows me away. I was writhing, head shaking from side to side in hysterical laughter unable to speak, one minute giggling wildly the other submitting into silent laughter and squeaks. The urge to open my legs and have him enter me was overwhelming and I did manage to prise them apart a little. But reading my mind he tortured me further and just put one finger down to brush my protruding vulva - just the one stroke and my legs snapped shut as another orgasmic wave rushed over me..........
By now I wasn’t sure just how much more my body would take, but he reached up and put one hand on my side, yet again homing in on that rib. I let rip, and he said "Oh if yer gonna scream do it properly and at that point he turned around and headed straight for feet again, sinking his teeth into my heels and scratching my soles all at the same time. I then heard something buzz.......
I look over my shoulder to see him moving an electric toothbrush towards my feet "Oh no way, No, you cant, I'll die - Aaaarrgggghhhhhhhhhh" as he sunk the electric toothbrush under my toes, paying special attention to the area under my little toe and big toes. I had to sink my face into the pillow and bite it hard, I was scared that if I screamed I would lose my voice, such was the intensity of the feeling.
"Something wrong dear" he said "You f***ing b*****d" I yelled as he let me up to reply. "Oh I am, am I?" "Yes" I said only to have the toothbrush come down on me some more whilst he continued to nibble on my instep. My body by now seemed locked rigid in one huge orgasm that was never gonna let up.
I had to ask him to stop, I was getting too breathless. He loosened his grip and he sat up, laughing at me. "What’s so damn funny" I asked "You are" he said "And the fact that all it takes is one finger to render you helpless and a giggling, laughing, screaming powerless wreck. Look I'll show you" and again he went for that spot on my rib cage - I instantly arched my back and curled up in ticklish laughter "See - I told you" he said. "Had enough?" he asked, although I didn’t really hear him through the tickling I was still enduring on my ribs, but what I did hear was "Obviously not" and the next thing I felt was his hands prizing my legs apart..........
>He grabbed my right inner thigh and squeezed until I had laughed myself hoarse before moving onto the left one. Whilst getting inner thigh, his other hand moved up and claw tickled my stomach defeating me trying to sit up to grab his hands on my thighs. I was pounding the bed with my fists and my legs were kicking out but he never gave up. I eventually managed to roll over onto my front with the intention of rolling right off the bed to escape, but before I could complete a full turn he was on top of me. I was face down once again and he was tickling the backs of my legs. I started to kick so he put his knee in between mine, just below my knee and reached from
behind into my inner thigh again.
He intensively tortured every muscle and inch on my inner thigh knowing because he had sat between my legs that I was powerless to close them. All I could do was take it and I could not control the uncontrollable laughter or the ticklishness that had increased with every stroke. By now I was close to exhaustion but he wasn't finished with me yet. I felt a hand come from behind between my legs and softly brush over the tip of my mound - I was begging "No, No - I wont be able to take it" but he was deaf to my pleas. 2 fingers of one hand parted my lips whilst another found my hood - the lubrication from the multiple orgasms I had already endured allowed his finger to glide easily back and forth. A wave of post orgasmic ticklishness swept over me and I was writhing and screaming with laughter at every gentle touch whilst feeling the eroticism of his actions. "You are enjoying this too much my dear and holding back" he said and whilst sat between my legs, one hand tickling my clitoris, he reached backwards with his other and began tickling my feet, raking his nails over my ultra sensitive soles. My now I was on the verge of hysteria -It took of all of 10 seconds to break me as my body rose and arched and collapsed in orgasmic ecstasy. He got over and came over to kiss me gently on the back, firmly massaging as he did so. He disappeared momentarily as I lay on the bed with waves of orgasm still rippling through my body. I heard him re-enter the room and looked up. He was stood there with a large feather running it through his fingers - my eyes widened as he said "Ready for round 2 ?" ..............
I was just wearing an old half slip, loose cool etc. He came and laid on the bottom of the bed leaning up on one elbow and was chatting away about the day when his dressing gown fell open a little at the top. I couldn’t resist lifting my foot up to try and brush his nipples with my toes, I got a quick sweep in but then he just lightly ran his fingers over the bottom of one of my feet and I shrieked and pulled my foot away calling him a wuss. Well that was it really - he grabbed my ankle, pulled me down the bed and had both my feet in an arm lock. "I'm a wuss am I?" "Yep a big hairy one" came my reply - OMG bad move – lol.
Ok - so my feet are in an arm lock - he is giving me a Mwahahahaha type evil look and wiggling his fingers millimetres from my feet. I am trying to pull away but his grip is so strong I am helpless and already giggling like an idiot in the ticklish anticipation. Next thing I know I feel the serated edge of teeth grasping my toes and running back and forth along them. Scream is not the word........ He combined this then with running his fingers over my soles - his hands are big enough to be able to get both feet amply with only one hand and the git has nails too. He alternated between harsh scratchy tickling and really light spider strokes, playing on all my most vulnerable areas. Then he started nibbling my heels and munching down my instep and outside edge - I was gasping for breath unable to laugh, squeal or anything, completely lost in the mind blowing sensations rushing through my body, whilst doing this he was spider tickling the top of my foot and ankle. I had been face down throughout this and somehow managed to flip to one side which loosened his grip and I was able to get one foot out. I was panting heavily and asked for a breather, so he sat up and was rubbing my legs moving higher and higher with each stroke. I was laid on my side by this time with my back to him and his hands moved up over my hips - he asked me if I was o.k and I said "Yes". "Good he replied and started to tickle my hip bone and the area behind it then he said "And I reckon just... about.... here..... will get a result" putting one finger into the crook of my waist and finding the edge of my most ticklish rib. Well at that I let rip and flipped over onto my back
He worked the edge of that rib for a good 10 minutes with me screaming and laughing wildly, grabbing his wrists but unable to move him off me "Something wrong dear?" he asked giving me a momentary break to try to reply but as soon as I went to open my mouth, his fingers started up again and it was "Sorry I cant understand a word you are saying. Next thing I know his other hand comes over and finds the opposite rib "OMG - no" I thought - one side is bad enough but both together I knew I would completely lose it. He lifted a leg up to straddle me and pinned my hands under his knees - I was going nowhere. For the next 20 minutes my sides took the tickling of a lifetime - I lost count of the number of times I came, but after every one the tickling just seemed more and more intense. He then raised his arm in the air zooming his arm around slowly and making noises like an aeroplane coming into land - the anticipation of not knowing where it was going to strike was too much, I managed to get one of my hands free and grabbed his wrist, but he was too strong and he was getting closer and closer to my stomach, I could feel myself pushing my back into the bed as far as possible to try and give myself those few seconds longer before he got me, giggling and begging insanely all the time before he had even touched me........
My eyes widen and I am begging wildly as his hand lands right in the centre of my stomach in the area above the belly button right on the waist line. He crab tickles me there making noises like a machine gun - I am trying to throw him off, rolling from side to side thrashing hysterically, my legs kicking out behind him but it is no good I am stuck fast. He then moves back to grabbing both my sides and uses just his thumbs to hook in under the ribs and crucify me more. My back arches as another orgasmic wave rushes through my body. My hands are put back under his knees and I then see his eyes widen and he momentarily stops and starts licking his index fingers. I knew what was coming next and I was screeching "No, No, please, dont even think about it, you'll regret it, I'm warning you" "I dont think you're in any position to be issuing threats do you?" he replied. We had had the fan blowing steadily over us and the coolness of the breeze and the effect of the tickling had made my nipples stand erect. His moistened fingers moved towards my breasts
So I am laid there nipples erect, his moistened fingers inches away and ever faster approaching wiggling back and forth. He cups underneath my breast, pushing them up and together and leans over to gently brush the tips with his lips and encompasses each one with his mouth in turn and glides his tongue over. My back arches as I groan and feel my body relax - But its all a trick as next thing I know his moistened fingers are attacking my nipples, flicking back and forth hitting the edges and driving me into a mad ticklish frenzy. I can feel how wet I am down below and am aware I am contracting my pelvic muscles to control the urges inside me. He releases my hands from under his knees and puts his fingers through mine, kissing my palms and then he grabs my wrists. My arms are pulled up over my head, he has both wrists in one hand , held tight , he teases my nipples with his other still moistened hand, using his tongue on one and his hand on the other, then his fingers tickle the side of my breasts and move around to my armpit. I just scream
"No, don’t, pleeeeaaassse" But it is to late I collapse into uncontrollable laughter and he has fun switching between armpit to armpit running across my nipples along the way from one to the other, occasionally swooping down lower too to give my worst tickle rib a quick tweak............
Well by now he was getting pretty heavy having been straddled over me all this time, so he kindly lifted his leg off and laid down beside me. I turned over onto my front to stretch out and he gently started rubbing my back with the flat of his hand. What started out as a firm massage stroke quickly became lighter touches with several fingers. He hovered to the sides of my shoulder blades, just bordering between there and my side, knowing it made me squeal and writhe. He followed this by tracing fingers down my spine into the hollow of my back and circling it out to my side, making me wriggle from one side to the other with little light giggles along the way. He brushed over the top of my slip over my buttocks and massaged them in both hands, tracing a finger underneath across the top of one leg then the other in that little nook where the bum joins the legs..............
He cupped the underside of my buttocks in the cup of his hand between his thumb and index finger and squeezed like crab pincers, tickling me fiendishly - On realising I was gonna be able to turn over, he hooked one leg over mine to keep me still best he could andlifting my slip to expose my buttocks, moved his hands up onto my buttocks themselves, drawing his nails from top to bottom and side to side, paying specific attention to a small spot just behind my hips and another towards the separation line of the buttocks that blows me away. I was writhing, head shaking from side to side in hysterical laughter unable to speak, one minute giggling wildly the other submitting into silent laughter and squeaks. The urge to open my legs and have him enter me was overwhelming and I did manage to prise them apart a little. But reading my mind he tortured me further and just put one finger down to brush my protruding vulva - just the one stroke and my legs snapped shut as another orgasmic wave rushed over me..........
By now I wasn’t sure just how much more my body would take, but he reached up and put one hand on my side, yet again homing in on that rib. I let rip, and he said "Oh if yer gonna scream do it properly and at that point he turned around and headed straight for feet again, sinking his teeth into my heels and scratching my soles all at the same time. I then heard something buzz.......
I look over my shoulder to see him moving an electric toothbrush towards my feet "Oh no way, No, you cant, I'll die - Aaaarrgggghhhhhhhhhh" as he sunk the electric toothbrush under my toes, paying special attention to the area under my little toe and big toes. I had to sink my face into the pillow and bite it hard, I was scared that if I screamed I would lose my voice, such was the intensity of the feeling.
"Something wrong dear" he said "You f***ing b*****d" I yelled as he let me up to reply. "Oh I am, am I?" "Yes" I said only to have the toothbrush come down on me some more whilst he continued to nibble on my instep. My body by now seemed locked rigid in one huge orgasm that was never gonna let up.
I had to ask him to stop, I was getting too breathless. He loosened his grip and he sat up, laughing at me. "What’s so damn funny" I asked "You are" he said "And the fact that all it takes is one finger to render you helpless and a giggling, laughing, screaming powerless wreck. Look I'll show you" and again he went for that spot on my rib cage - I instantly arched my back and curled up in ticklish laughter "See - I told you" he said. "Had enough?" he asked, although I didn’t really hear him through the tickling I was still enduring on my ribs, but what I did hear was "Obviously not" and the next thing I felt was his hands prizing my legs apart..........
>He grabbed my right inner thigh and squeezed until I had laughed myself hoarse before moving onto the left one. Whilst getting inner thigh, his other hand moved up and claw tickled my stomach defeating me trying to sit up to grab his hands on my thighs. I was pounding the bed with my fists and my legs were kicking out but he never gave up. I eventually managed to roll over onto my front with the intention of rolling right off the bed to escape, but before I could complete a full turn he was on top of me. I was face down once again and he was tickling the backs of my legs. I started to kick so he put his knee in between mine, just below my knee and reached from
behind into my inner thigh again.
He intensively tortured every muscle and inch on my inner thigh knowing because he had sat between my legs that I was powerless to close them. All I could do was take it and I could not control the uncontrollable laughter or the ticklishness that had increased with every stroke. By now I was close to exhaustion but he wasn't finished with me yet. I felt a hand come from behind between my legs and softly brush over the tip of my mound - I was begging "No, No - I wont be able to take it" but he was deaf to my pleas. 2 fingers of one hand parted my lips whilst another found my hood - the lubrication from the multiple orgasms I had already endured allowed his finger to glide easily back and forth. A wave of post orgasmic ticklishness swept over me and I was writhing and screaming with laughter at every gentle touch whilst feeling the eroticism of his actions. "You are enjoying this too much my dear and holding back" he said and whilst sat between my legs, one hand tickling my clitoris, he reached backwards with his other and began tickling my feet, raking his nails over my ultra sensitive soles. My now I was on the verge of hysteria -It took of all of 10 seconds to break me as my body rose and arched and collapsed in orgasmic ecstasy. He got over and came over to kiss me gently on the back, firmly massaging as he did so. He disappeared momentarily as I lay on the bed with waves of orgasm still rippling through my body. I heard him re-enter the room and looked up. He was stood there with a large feather running it through his fingers - my eyes widened as he said "Ready for round 2 ?" ..............
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