Cybertickler
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Beth hurried into her home on the 800 block of Houston Street. She had to get ready, and FAST, if she wanted to make it to the slumber party! She had just gotten home from work, and the party started in twenty minutes…but she lived only 25 minutes away!
Beth shot up the stairs to her bedroom and changed as fast as she could. She grabbed her favorite pair of PJ’s, an old, pink pair of undies and a pinkish pair of ankle socks, and hurriedly exchanged them with the clothes she had on. She slipped her small size 5 socked feet into her bunny slippers and took off for her car again, barely making it to her car in the five minutes she had allotted herself. She started her car and slammed down the gas pedal, shooting up the street to her best friend’s house.
Every now and then, you might come across a group of people that have known each other for most of their lives, that did everything together, in whole or in part, and have been the best of friends since something like 2nd grade. Beth belonged to a group of five such as this.
Trisha, Sarah, Beth, Monica, and Sue are the five in question. Since 2nd or 3rd grade, depending on who you ask, they have all been the closest of friends. They were raised in the same neighborhood, went to the same school, shared many of the same classes, and they all loved to shop. But now, they had all turned 18 this year, and all but Beth were going off to college. As a group, they decided to have a big sleepover party at Trisha’s house, for old time’s sake.
Trisha was the tallest of the five, standing at 6’2” and weighing 135 pounds. She kept her figure well, with exercise and proper diet. She had long, blond hair, blue eyes, and slightly tanned skin, that made every guy fall for her.
Sarah, the next tallest, was 5’11”, pale, and brunette. She wasn’t as fit as Trisha, but her figure was still stunning. She carried her 130lbs with ease and elegance.
Beth stood at 5’6”, and weighed in at only 103 pounds. Skinny as a rail, a lot of girls were quite jealous of her size, except for her petite breasts. When she stretched her arms over her head, they almost disappeared. She had silky, flowing brown hair and brown eyes that were “deeper than the sea”, as he ex once said.
Monica and Sue were strikingly similar, despite being of different races. Monica was dark brown, Sue was quite pale, but they both had black hair and blue-green eyes. They both were 5’5”, weighed 115 pounds, and were very giggly. They had met in 3rd grade and hit it off right away.
None of them had boyfriends, and all of them lived on their own. They couldn’t wait for this night, it was going to be the greatest sleepover in the history of girlfriends!
Beth pulled up to the huge house that Trisha resided in. She turned off her headlight, then her engine, collected her blankey from the trunk, and waltzed up to the front door. She pushed the doorbell and the door opened almost immediately, all four of her greatest friends greeting her warmly and happily.
“Yay, you’re here!” Trisha exclaimed, wrapping the smaller girl into a humongous hug. The others joined the group hug and after a few moments they were talking and giggling their way into the basement, where all good slumber parties are held.
For two hours, they did nothing but chat and laugh and joke, all of them clad in only their best PJs and slippers. They sat around a TV that was on, but muted, and conversed about everything that randomly came to mind. Around midnight, they started to yawn, and agreed that they should get their blankies ready and lay down, if not to sleep, to chat while resting. So, in ten minutes, they had all kicked their slippers off and curled up under their blankets.
After another while of chatting, Monica had to get up to use the bathroom. She walked briskly away, and returned five minutes later.
Monica glanced about her friends and saw Beth’s socked right foot sticking out from under her blankey. On the sole of her white sock was printed two pink words: “We’re both”. Monica laid down under her own blankey and called Beth on this.
“Beth honey, what do your socks say?”
Beth replied, “Oh, I don’t know, I just grabbed them out of the drawer at home.” She pushed her blanket to the side and stuck her socked feet out in front of her, and everyone looked. Sue read aloud.
“We’re both…” her gaze shifted to the other sole, “very ticklish.”
There were looks of revelation all around, and they all giggled, even Beth. But Beth giggled for a different reason. What her socks said was an understatement…she hadn’t worn them for several years for that reason, and her face flushed a bright red.
Monica spoke up after the giggles died down. “How ticklish are they, sweetie?” she smiled. Monica dragged her left index fingernail up Beth’s right socked sole, and Beth shrieked, curling into a ball.
“EEEEP! No, don’t, seriously, I didn’t mean to wear these tonight…”
“I think you did,” said Sarah, “I think you wanted us to know this before we all left you for college!” The walls seemed to be closing in on Beth.
“No no no, I just was in a rush and grabbed them, that’s all EEEP!” Beth squealed again as her other foot was tickled lightly by Trisha’s nails. “Don’t!! I’m way too ticklish!” she pleaded. She sat on her feet, trying to protect them.
Trisha, who always was seen as their leader, gave the order. “Everyone…let’s tickle Beth silly since she’s the only one not going to college!” The group pounced on Beth, who screamed for mercy as her attackers descended on her.
In a matter of seconds, the four other girls had poor Beth pinned. Well, two of them did. Trisha sat cross legged on the floor between Beth’s legs, with Beth’s lower legs locked under her arms. Trisha clasped her hands together, facing Beth’s feet, and no matter how hard Beth tried, she could not free her legs. Sarah, meanwhile, had raised the girl’s arms over her head and essentially sat on them. With no leverage, Beth was not going anywhere fast. The most she could really move as wiggle her toes and thrash her head, begging for her attackers not to tickle her.
While Beth thrashed in vain, Trisha explained what was going on. “Now now, dearie, don’t fight it or it will get worse! This is what you get for being the oddball and not going to college.”
“But, but that’s no reason to tickle me senseless!” Beth protested.
“Who cares!” Trisha said, and she nodded to Monica, who gently started draggin her well manicured nails over Beth’s helpless socked soles.
Beth yanked on her legs, but to no avail. Her toes wriggled wildy and whe screamed with laughter, unable to control herself. “NOOOO pleeeeeehee hee heeease! Oh my God nooo aahahahahahahahaha!!!”
Tiffany hollered over her shoulder, “Sue, come help!” Beth cried out her protests, but Sue only ignored her. She crawled over and took command of one ticklish foot, while Monica tickled the other. Their eyes met and they peeled off Beth’s cute little socks.
Beth screamed again for mercy. “No! Please! Don’t tickle my bare feet, you’ll kill me!!!”
“No, we won’t kill you…maybe you’ll pass out though!” Monica teased, as she and Sue, in unison, began to rake their nails up and down Beth’s soles.
Beth’s laughter soon reached a fever pitch as she felt the nails gliding over her sensitive feet, finding her most ticklish spots. Under her toes, over the balls of her feet, down her arches, all over her heels, then back up…the never ending torture was driving her insane. “AAAHAHAHAHAHA PLEEHEE HEE HEEEEEEZE AHAHAHAHAHAHAH HEE HEE HEE!!” Beth soon started gasping for air, her laughter ebbing away, and she laid there thrashing and squealing and panting for breath.
After about twenty minutes, Beth’s laughing resumed it’s earlier pitch, but at a faster, more feverish rate. Trisha turned her head around to see what was going on…Sarah had lifted Beth’s PJ top up and was raking her nails up and down the girl’s bare sides and across her tummy! Beth’s small breasts were exposed, and the cool basement air hardened her nipples. Trish looked hungrily at them, but quickly turned away before anyone noticed. Sarah tickled the poor woman’s sides and tummy right along with the other two foot ticklers.
Beth tugged weakly after 45 minutes of tickling. Another 15 minutes and she just laid there, laughing maniacally, her sides, belly, cheeks, and soles turning bright pink. It felt as though the longer it went on, the more it tickled. After an hour and a half, she mercifully passed out.
As Beth’s giggling died away, the girls finally let her go. In her sleep she curled into a ball and was out for the night. However, the girls had other plans.
Beth awoke groggy. She felt heavy, immobile, as though she was still so tired that she couldn’t get up if she tried. She knew she had to get home at some point, so she sat up.
Or at least, she tried.
She tugged at her wrists and ankles…but she really could not move. She looked around, and saw why: her wrists and ankles had been tied to the bedframe, and she was totally naked!
Beth yelped out for her friends to help her. She realized only too late, however, that her friends had done this to her, and that letting them know that she was awake would only make them come and attack her again.
Sue walked into the room with a sadistic grin on her face. Beth begged her, pleaded with her, “Oh my God, Sue, please, let me go, you can say I escaped!”
“Sweetie, Trisha tied those knots, you know damn well that you’re not getting out of them.”
“But but, Sue, you don’t understaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAND!” Beth squealed. Sue had dragged one fingertip along the bare, soft sole of her captive friend. Beth shrieked and yanked her leg, but it went nowhere. Sue did it again, and Beth squealed, arching her back.
Trisha and the others head what was going on, and, with non-stop giggles, they entered the room. “Looks like someone’s awaaaaaake!” they said in unison.
“Nooohohoho, girls, pleee hee hee please, you can’t do this! This is cruel!!!” Beth giggled as Sue continued to gently tickle her foot.
“Oh, but it’s so fun to watch you laugh and squirm!” Monica replied. At this, the three girls assumed their positions.
Monica took the left foot, Sue the right, Trisha the left side and Sarah the right side. On a mark from Trisha, all 40 manicured nails started to scrape and glide over their naked, sexy captive’s vulnerable skin.
Beth screamed as if being electrocuted. She arched her back and laughed louder than she ever had before, as 40 nails glided over her smooth-shaven underarms, down her sides, over her tummy, and up and down her naked, soft soles. They dug in between her toes and ribs, into her belly button, and swept under her breasts. Soon, Trisha got daring and told Sarah to get both sides and her belly, while Trisha tried something new.
Beth’s eyes had been screwed shut, and tears were dripping from their corners, until she felt five nails gently raking across and up and down her naked, sensitive tits. Her eyes popped open and her screaming laugher got higher in pitch, and she bucked wildly on the bed. Her nipples quickly solidified, and the other fingers on her skin seemed to tickle twice as bad.
“OH MY GAWD HAHAHAHAHAHA AHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA *gasp* HAAHAHAHAHAHA HEE HEE HEE *gentle moan, gasp* HAAAAA!!!!!” she screamed.
Monica and Sue casually chit chatted as they tortured their friend’s incredibly ticklish, reddening soles, looking more at each other as they talked than at their ticklish targets. Trisha and Sarah focused on their work, being true tickling fetishists, and the four of them were slowly driving their naked, ticklish captive insane. For a full hour they torture the poor girl before they finally gave her a break.
It took a moment for Beth to realize they had stopped tickling her. She laid there, her eyes closed, giggling like an insane school-girl, and gasping for breath. She could still feel those wicked nails stimulating her skin, especially Trisha’s nails on her chest. After a few moments, she had caught her breath, for the most part, and realized just how arousing this was to her…her crotch was on fire, and she could feel her own moisture collecting down there. Her nipples ached for attention, and it was all she could do not to ask for more.
Trisha damn near read her mind. “Hey girls, whaddya say we make this all worth her while?” The glint in her eyes was obvious, and they all nodded in agreement. Trisha leaned over, and as her soft, blond hair played over Beth’s legs, she giggled.
When Beth felt that warm, wet tongue touch her lovemuscle, she came right there, on the spot. She knew she was awfully horny, but she didn’t know how much. She gasped for breath and grabbed at the bedsheets, moaned, gasped, arching her back and pushing her hips onto her friend’s tongue. She calmed down after a few moments, gasping, seeing stars. Her juices began to drip from her opening, and she collapsed to the bed with a relieved sigh.
“….Wow….damn…” was all anyone could say.
“Well, don’t just stand there, tickle her silly!” Trisha said. Quickly the other three set about torturing the girl again, nails sliding up and down her soft, helpless soles, over her breasts, up and down her sides. As they tickled Beth, Trisha’s tongue went back to exploring the girl’s wet pussy. In between her tortured, screaming laugher, Beth moaned animalistically, grinding her ass into the sheets and screaming for more. Over the course of the next hour, Beth was tickled through more than a dozen mind-blowing orgasms, each one more powerful than the last, each one making her ticklishness feel like it doubled. As she came for the 13th time, she passed out at the peak of the climax, falling unconscious with
Beth hurried into her home on the 800 block of Houston Street. She had to get ready, and FAST, if she wanted to make it to the slumber party! She had just gotten home from work, and the party started in twenty minutes…but she lived only 25 minutes away!
Beth shot up the stairs to her bedroom and changed as fast as she could. She grabbed her favorite pair of PJ’s, an old, pink pair of undies and a pinkish pair of ankle socks, and hurriedly exchanged them with the clothes she had on. She slipped her small size 5 socked feet into her bunny slippers and took off for her car again, barely making it to her car in the five minutes she had allotted herself. She started her car and slammed down the gas pedal, shooting up the street to her best friend’s house.
Every now and then, you might come across a group of people that have known each other for most of their lives, that did everything together, in whole or in part, and have been the best of friends since something like 2nd grade. Beth belonged to a group of five such as this.
Trisha, Sarah, Beth, Monica, and Sue are the five in question. Since 2nd or 3rd grade, depending on who you ask, they have all been the closest of friends. They were raised in the same neighborhood, went to the same school, shared many of the same classes, and they all loved to shop. But now, they had all turned 18 this year, and all but Beth were going off to college. As a group, they decided to have a big sleepover party at Trisha’s house, for old time’s sake.
Trisha was the tallest of the five, standing at 6’2” and weighing 135 pounds. She kept her figure well, with exercise and proper diet. She had long, blond hair, blue eyes, and slightly tanned skin, that made every guy fall for her.
Sarah, the next tallest, was 5’11”, pale, and brunette. She wasn’t as fit as Trisha, but her figure was still stunning. She carried her 130lbs with ease and elegance.
Beth stood at 5’6”, and weighed in at only 103 pounds. Skinny as a rail, a lot of girls were quite jealous of her size, except for her petite breasts. When she stretched her arms over her head, they almost disappeared. She had silky, flowing brown hair and brown eyes that were “deeper than the sea”, as he ex once said.
Monica and Sue were strikingly similar, despite being of different races. Monica was dark brown, Sue was quite pale, but they both had black hair and blue-green eyes. They both were 5’5”, weighed 115 pounds, and were very giggly. They had met in 3rd grade and hit it off right away.
None of them had boyfriends, and all of them lived on their own. They couldn’t wait for this night, it was going to be the greatest sleepover in the history of girlfriends!
Beth pulled up to the huge house that Trisha resided in. She turned off her headlight, then her engine, collected her blankey from the trunk, and waltzed up to the front door. She pushed the doorbell and the door opened almost immediately, all four of her greatest friends greeting her warmly and happily.
“Yay, you’re here!” Trisha exclaimed, wrapping the smaller girl into a humongous hug. The others joined the group hug and after a few moments they were talking and giggling their way into the basement, where all good slumber parties are held.
For two hours, they did nothing but chat and laugh and joke, all of them clad in only their best PJs and slippers. They sat around a TV that was on, but muted, and conversed about everything that randomly came to mind. Around midnight, they started to yawn, and agreed that they should get their blankies ready and lay down, if not to sleep, to chat while resting. So, in ten minutes, they had all kicked their slippers off and curled up under their blankets.
After another while of chatting, Monica had to get up to use the bathroom. She walked briskly away, and returned five minutes later.
Monica glanced about her friends and saw Beth’s socked right foot sticking out from under her blankey. On the sole of her white sock was printed two pink words: “We’re both”. Monica laid down under her own blankey and called Beth on this.
“Beth honey, what do your socks say?”
Beth replied, “Oh, I don’t know, I just grabbed them out of the drawer at home.” She pushed her blanket to the side and stuck her socked feet out in front of her, and everyone looked. Sue read aloud.
“We’re both…” her gaze shifted to the other sole, “very ticklish.”
There were looks of revelation all around, and they all giggled, even Beth. But Beth giggled for a different reason. What her socks said was an understatement…she hadn’t worn them for several years for that reason, and her face flushed a bright red.
Monica spoke up after the giggles died down. “How ticklish are they, sweetie?” she smiled. Monica dragged her left index fingernail up Beth’s right socked sole, and Beth shrieked, curling into a ball.
“EEEEP! No, don’t, seriously, I didn’t mean to wear these tonight…”
“I think you did,” said Sarah, “I think you wanted us to know this before we all left you for college!” The walls seemed to be closing in on Beth.
“No no no, I just was in a rush and grabbed them, that’s all EEEP!” Beth squealed again as her other foot was tickled lightly by Trisha’s nails. “Don’t!! I’m way too ticklish!” she pleaded. She sat on her feet, trying to protect them.
Trisha, who always was seen as their leader, gave the order. “Everyone…let’s tickle Beth silly since she’s the only one not going to college!” The group pounced on Beth, who screamed for mercy as her attackers descended on her.
In a matter of seconds, the four other girls had poor Beth pinned. Well, two of them did. Trisha sat cross legged on the floor between Beth’s legs, with Beth’s lower legs locked under her arms. Trisha clasped her hands together, facing Beth’s feet, and no matter how hard Beth tried, she could not free her legs. Sarah, meanwhile, had raised the girl’s arms over her head and essentially sat on them. With no leverage, Beth was not going anywhere fast. The most she could really move as wiggle her toes and thrash her head, begging for her attackers not to tickle her.
While Beth thrashed in vain, Trisha explained what was going on. “Now now, dearie, don’t fight it or it will get worse! This is what you get for being the oddball and not going to college.”
“But, but that’s no reason to tickle me senseless!” Beth protested.
“Who cares!” Trisha said, and she nodded to Monica, who gently started draggin her well manicured nails over Beth’s helpless socked soles.
Beth yanked on her legs, but to no avail. Her toes wriggled wildy and whe screamed with laughter, unable to control herself. “NOOOO pleeeeeehee hee heeease! Oh my God nooo aahahahahahahahaha!!!”
Tiffany hollered over her shoulder, “Sue, come help!” Beth cried out her protests, but Sue only ignored her. She crawled over and took command of one ticklish foot, while Monica tickled the other. Their eyes met and they peeled off Beth’s cute little socks.
Beth screamed again for mercy. “No! Please! Don’t tickle my bare feet, you’ll kill me!!!”
“No, we won’t kill you…maybe you’ll pass out though!” Monica teased, as she and Sue, in unison, began to rake their nails up and down Beth’s soles.
Beth’s laughter soon reached a fever pitch as she felt the nails gliding over her sensitive feet, finding her most ticklish spots. Under her toes, over the balls of her feet, down her arches, all over her heels, then back up…the never ending torture was driving her insane. “AAAHAHAHAHAHA PLEEHEE HEE HEEEEEEZE AHAHAHAHAHAHAH HEE HEE HEE!!” Beth soon started gasping for air, her laughter ebbing away, and she laid there thrashing and squealing and panting for breath.
After about twenty minutes, Beth’s laughing resumed it’s earlier pitch, but at a faster, more feverish rate. Trisha turned her head around to see what was going on…Sarah had lifted Beth’s PJ top up and was raking her nails up and down the girl’s bare sides and across her tummy! Beth’s small breasts were exposed, and the cool basement air hardened her nipples. Trish looked hungrily at them, but quickly turned away before anyone noticed. Sarah tickled the poor woman’s sides and tummy right along with the other two foot ticklers.
Beth tugged weakly after 45 minutes of tickling. Another 15 minutes and she just laid there, laughing maniacally, her sides, belly, cheeks, and soles turning bright pink. It felt as though the longer it went on, the more it tickled. After an hour and a half, she mercifully passed out.
As Beth’s giggling died away, the girls finally let her go. In her sleep she curled into a ball and was out for the night. However, the girls had other plans.
Beth awoke groggy. She felt heavy, immobile, as though she was still so tired that she couldn’t get up if she tried. She knew she had to get home at some point, so she sat up.
Or at least, she tried.
She tugged at her wrists and ankles…but she really could not move. She looked around, and saw why: her wrists and ankles had been tied to the bedframe, and she was totally naked!
Beth yelped out for her friends to help her. She realized only too late, however, that her friends had done this to her, and that letting them know that she was awake would only make them come and attack her again.
Sue walked into the room with a sadistic grin on her face. Beth begged her, pleaded with her, “Oh my God, Sue, please, let me go, you can say I escaped!”
“Sweetie, Trisha tied those knots, you know damn well that you’re not getting out of them.”
“But but, Sue, you don’t understaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAND!” Beth squealed. Sue had dragged one fingertip along the bare, soft sole of her captive friend. Beth shrieked and yanked her leg, but it went nowhere. Sue did it again, and Beth squealed, arching her back.
Trisha and the others head what was going on, and, with non-stop giggles, they entered the room. “Looks like someone’s awaaaaaake!” they said in unison.
“Nooohohoho, girls, pleee hee hee please, you can’t do this! This is cruel!!!” Beth giggled as Sue continued to gently tickle her foot.
“Oh, but it’s so fun to watch you laugh and squirm!” Monica replied. At this, the three girls assumed their positions.
Monica took the left foot, Sue the right, Trisha the left side and Sarah the right side. On a mark from Trisha, all 40 manicured nails started to scrape and glide over their naked, sexy captive’s vulnerable skin.
Beth screamed as if being electrocuted. She arched her back and laughed louder than she ever had before, as 40 nails glided over her smooth-shaven underarms, down her sides, over her tummy, and up and down her naked, soft soles. They dug in between her toes and ribs, into her belly button, and swept under her breasts. Soon, Trisha got daring and told Sarah to get both sides and her belly, while Trisha tried something new.
Beth’s eyes had been screwed shut, and tears were dripping from their corners, until she felt five nails gently raking across and up and down her naked, sensitive tits. Her eyes popped open and her screaming laugher got higher in pitch, and she bucked wildly on the bed. Her nipples quickly solidified, and the other fingers on her skin seemed to tickle twice as bad.
“OH MY GAWD HAHAHAHAHAHA AHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA *gasp* HAAHAHAHAHAHA HEE HEE HEE *gentle moan, gasp* HAAAAA!!!!!” she screamed.
Monica and Sue casually chit chatted as they tortured their friend’s incredibly ticklish, reddening soles, looking more at each other as they talked than at their ticklish targets. Trisha and Sarah focused on their work, being true tickling fetishists, and the four of them were slowly driving their naked, ticklish captive insane. For a full hour they torture the poor girl before they finally gave her a break.
It took a moment for Beth to realize they had stopped tickling her. She laid there, her eyes closed, giggling like an insane school-girl, and gasping for breath. She could still feel those wicked nails stimulating her skin, especially Trisha’s nails on her chest. After a few moments, she had caught her breath, for the most part, and realized just how arousing this was to her…her crotch was on fire, and she could feel her own moisture collecting down there. Her nipples ached for attention, and it was all she could do not to ask for more.
Trisha damn near read her mind. “Hey girls, whaddya say we make this all worth her while?” The glint in her eyes was obvious, and they all nodded in agreement. Trisha leaned over, and as her soft, blond hair played over Beth’s legs, she giggled.
When Beth felt that warm, wet tongue touch her lovemuscle, she came right there, on the spot. She knew she was awfully horny, but she didn’t know how much. She gasped for breath and grabbed at the bedsheets, moaned, gasped, arching her back and pushing her hips onto her friend’s tongue. She calmed down after a few moments, gasping, seeing stars. Her juices began to drip from her opening, and she collapsed to the bed with a relieved sigh.
“….Wow….damn…” was all anyone could say.
“Well, don’t just stand there, tickle her silly!” Trisha said. Quickly the other three set about torturing the girl again, nails sliding up and down her soft, helpless soles, over her breasts, up and down her sides. As they tickled Beth, Trisha’s tongue went back to exploring the girl’s wet pussy. In between her tortured, screaming laugher, Beth moaned animalistically, grinding her ass into the sheets and screaming for more. Over the course of the next hour, Beth was tickled through more than a dozen mind-blowing orgasms, each one more powerful than the last, each one making her ticklishness feel like it doubled. As she came for the 13th time, she passed out at the peak of the climax, falling unconscious with
