alwayslaughing
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This is a series. Here's Part One and here's Part Two
-A Challenge And Some Toys-
“Let’s make it interesting this time,” I began.
“I’m listening.” Camille sat on her haunches at the end of the bed, perched like a cat about to strike.
“We’ll have a little contest. You can tickle me in one place at a time, for an agreed upon period of time. If I move, or make a sound, I lose a piece of clothing.
“I like that idea,” she said.
“However, if I manage to hold out, then you lose a piece of clothing.
She raised an eyebrow at me.
“The first one down to their underwear gets tied up.”
She smiled at this. “Agreed. But you won’t win.”
“Prove me wrong then,” I challenged her.
She lashed out almost immediately, grabbing a foot and digging her nails into the center of the arch. I quickly cried out and jerked my foot back, losing the first of many rounds.
“Take something off,” she said. I complied, removing my shirt. She grabbed for the other foot, but this time I was ready. I steeled myself and managed to last the full ten seconds. She thinned her lips, resigned to her temporary loss.
“Take something off,” I said, sticking out my tongue. She removed the half-sweater she was wearing, a cheat item in my opinion, given that I had on fewer layers than she.
A few rounds later, we were both shirtless, though I had only one item left to remove before revealing my underwear. It didn’t take her long to win the following round and sighing, I took off my pants and laid back. She fastened a pair of cuffs around each ankle, checking that they were secure each time by running her fingers along the bottom of each foot. She secured each wrist, and again checked her work, this time by running her fingers down into my armpits. She was rewarded with jumping and wiggling. At least, I liked to think it was jumping. In reality, it was more like pulling at my restraints with the realization that I wouldn’t be jumping, running, or moving in any other fashion more than a few inches at a time. Camille sat back and admired her handiwork, then she got down to business.
I realized, quickly, that the first time Camille tickled me I’d gotten off easy. Being able to move around made all the difference in the world. Being restrained as I was now left me unable to escape her tenacity. She’d already discovered the best way to use the hairbrush against the soles of my feet. She’d learned that the banjo picks could be very effective when dug into the ball of a foot, or when used to gently rake the inner thighs. She found that a very light touch with the electric toothbrush was helpful under my arms, along my upper arms, or near my groin area.
She straddled me again and fastened a sleeping mask around my head so that I could no longer see. I heard some movement, and then silence. I waited a long minute while she did nothing except sit astride me. She began to poke at my sides a little, each time catching me off guard. As her hands began to slowly walk up along my ribs towards my armpits, she leaned forward and gently put her weight on me, tummy to tummy, and then naked breasts against my chest. She lay there for a moment, her hands pausing their climb as she rubbed her chest against mine.
“You tease!”
“Do you want me to stop?”
“Hell no.”
Though I couldn’t see her, I could tell that she was smiling.
She’d already known my excitement, as little able as I was to hide the rather large erection beneath my boxers. But now, I could feel her nipples hardening as she dragged them lightly across my chest. She was obviously enjoying herself too. Without warning, she dug into my armpits and I began to thrash, crying out, “Not fair!”
Camille gave a low, sensuous laugh and said “Life’s not fair.”
After a few more moments, she relented, and I felt her tugging the mask off my face. At last, I got a look at her. Unfortunately for me, I was only able to enjoy it for a few moments before she turned around, reversing the straddle. Without preamble, she began to attack my thighs and knees, gently, and to devastating effect. When she felt that I was growing desensitized to her fingers, she picked up the electric toothbrush, and when that had grown boring for her, she returned to her fingers again. At some point, I’m pretty sure she was nibbling at my thighs too, though I couldn’t swear to it. How she managed to stay with me through all of my thrashing, I’m not really sure, but I had a pretty good idea that she’d clean up at a rodeo.
When she at last decided I’d had enough, she began to loosen the cuffs and I sat up. We both looked at each other, both still shirtless. I had another idea.
“Perhaps you’d allow me to thank you properly.”
“How would you do that?” she asked.
“Lie back, and I’ll show you.”
She did as I asked, though her posture made it clear that this was not an act of submission. She was curious. And I didn’t mean to let her down.
“Do you mind putting your hands behind your head?”
She gave me a look, but did as I asked, and I suggested that she make herself comfortable. She squirmed around a bit until she found a position she liked.
I placed a hand near one of her breasts and looked to her for permission. She nodded. I began to slowly trace one finger around her areola, changing directions every few revolutions. I made the circles tighter and tighter until I was repeatedly passing over her nipple, which was growing increasingly erect. I varied the touch a bit, rubbing my palm over her nipple, flicking the side of it with another finger, dragging my thumb around its perimeter. I brought up a second hand and gave the other breast attention too.
I leaned over and placed my lips over one of her nipples and she arched her back slightly. I grazed the nipple gently with my teeth and then teased at it with my tongue. As I continued to do this, I lightly began to stroke the underside of her other breast, a gentle, tickling motion that seemed to please her more than annoy her. I let the hand drag down to her stomach, circling her navel as she flinched slightly. “Careful,” she said.
“Always.” I slipped my hand into her waistband and began to slide her pants off. It took both hands to do this, and she obliged by lifting her hips so that I could slide the fabric over them. When she’d kicked the last leg free, I returned one hand to her breast, and used the other to slide into her underwear, again searching for that little nub that I’d found before when we were in the car after the circus.
It took a little time, but soon I felt the telltale vibrations through her lower body, and I eased off as she climaxed, allowing her a few moments to catch her breath. “I just thought of something,” I said.
“What’s that?”
“Well, why not have a second round yourself…while I try and distract you by, I don’t know, tickling you while you’re doing it.”
She raised an eyebrow at me. “Tickling me where?”
“Your stomach and sides?” I said hopefully.
“Gently,” she agreed.
She put her hand between her legs and started moving it around while I began to lightly tease her belly, giving her goosebumps. I trailed my fingers around her belly button, up her right side, and as high as her ribs before returning to her belly again. She stiffened a few times and sighed exasperatingly at me. “This is very distracting,” she said.
“I had hoped it would be.”
“Fuck you,” she laughed and kept on doing what she was doing. It went like that for a few minutes and then her hand started moving faster. In contrast, I slowed mine down. She shivered.
When she’d finished her last tremblings, she sighed.
“Was that alright?” I asked.
“Yes, it was. Thank you.”
“Any time,” I said, meaning it.
“Next time though, you should use your mouth down there.”
I pretended to think. “How about this? You let me have a turn tickling you, and I’ll show you what this mouth can do if you survive to the end.”
“Survive?” she snorted. “I can take anything you can dish out.”
I made a claw with my hand and attacked her side and she brought her arm down swiftly, trapping my hand. I stopped. “You sure you can take anything?”
She smiled. “Try me.”
To Be Continued... (Part Four)
-A Challenge And Some Toys-
“Let’s make it interesting this time,” I began.
“I’m listening.” Camille sat on her haunches at the end of the bed, perched like a cat about to strike.
“We’ll have a little contest. You can tickle me in one place at a time, for an agreed upon period of time. If I move, or make a sound, I lose a piece of clothing.
“I like that idea,” she said.
“However, if I manage to hold out, then you lose a piece of clothing.
She raised an eyebrow at me.
“The first one down to their underwear gets tied up.”
She smiled at this. “Agreed. But you won’t win.”
“Prove me wrong then,” I challenged her.
She lashed out almost immediately, grabbing a foot and digging her nails into the center of the arch. I quickly cried out and jerked my foot back, losing the first of many rounds.
“Take something off,” she said. I complied, removing my shirt. She grabbed for the other foot, but this time I was ready. I steeled myself and managed to last the full ten seconds. She thinned her lips, resigned to her temporary loss.
“Take something off,” I said, sticking out my tongue. She removed the half-sweater she was wearing, a cheat item in my opinion, given that I had on fewer layers than she.
A few rounds later, we were both shirtless, though I had only one item left to remove before revealing my underwear. It didn’t take her long to win the following round and sighing, I took off my pants and laid back. She fastened a pair of cuffs around each ankle, checking that they were secure each time by running her fingers along the bottom of each foot. She secured each wrist, and again checked her work, this time by running her fingers down into my armpits. She was rewarded with jumping and wiggling. At least, I liked to think it was jumping. In reality, it was more like pulling at my restraints with the realization that I wouldn’t be jumping, running, or moving in any other fashion more than a few inches at a time. Camille sat back and admired her handiwork, then she got down to business.
I realized, quickly, that the first time Camille tickled me I’d gotten off easy. Being able to move around made all the difference in the world. Being restrained as I was now left me unable to escape her tenacity. She’d already discovered the best way to use the hairbrush against the soles of my feet. She’d learned that the banjo picks could be very effective when dug into the ball of a foot, or when used to gently rake the inner thighs. She found that a very light touch with the electric toothbrush was helpful under my arms, along my upper arms, or near my groin area.
She straddled me again and fastened a sleeping mask around my head so that I could no longer see. I heard some movement, and then silence. I waited a long minute while she did nothing except sit astride me. She began to poke at my sides a little, each time catching me off guard. As her hands began to slowly walk up along my ribs towards my armpits, she leaned forward and gently put her weight on me, tummy to tummy, and then naked breasts against my chest. She lay there for a moment, her hands pausing their climb as she rubbed her chest against mine.
“You tease!”
“Do you want me to stop?”
“Hell no.”
Though I couldn’t see her, I could tell that she was smiling.
She’d already known my excitement, as little able as I was to hide the rather large erection beneath my boxers. But now, I could feel her nipples hardening as she dragged them lightly across my chest. She was obviously enjoying herself too. Without warning, she dug into my armpits and I began to thrash, crying out, “Not fair!”
Camille gave a low, sensuous laugh and said “Life’s not fair.”
After a few more moments, she relented, and I felt her tugging the mask off my face. At last, I got a look at her. Unfortunately for me, I was only able to enjoy it for a few moments before she turned around, reversing the straddle. Without preamble, she began to attack my thighs and knees, gently, and to devastating effect. When she felt that I was growing desensitized to her fingers, she picked up the electric toothbrush, and when that had grown boring for her, she returned to her fingers again. At some point, I’m pretty sure she was nibbling at my thighs too, though I couldn’t swear to it. How she managed to stay with me through all of my thrashing, I’m not really sure, but I had a pretty good idea that she’d clean up at a rodeo.
When she at last decided I’d had enough, she began to loosen the cuffs and I sat up. We both looked at each other, both still shirtless. I had another idea.
“Perhaps you’d allow me to thank you properly.”
“How would you do that?” she asked.
“Lie back, and I’ll show you.”
She did as I asked, though her posture made it clear that this was not an act of submission. She was curious. And I didn’t mean to let her down.
“Do you mind putting your hands behind your head?”
She gave me a look, but did as I asked, and I suggested that she make herself comfortable. She squirmed around a bit until she found a position she liked.
I placed a hand near one of her breasts and looked to her for permission. She nodded. I began to slowly trace one finger around her areola, changing directions every few revolutions. I made the circles tighter and tighter until I was repeatedly passing over her nipple, which was growing increasingly erect. I varied the touch a bit, rubbing my palm over her nipple, flicking the side of it with another finger, dragging my thumb around its perimeter. I brought up a second hand and gave the other breast attention too.
I leaned over and placed my lips over one of her nipples and she arched her back slightly. I grazed the nipple gently with my teeth and then teased at it with my tongue. As I continued to do this, I lightly began to stroke the underside of her other breast, a gentle, tickling motion that seemed to please her more than annoy her. I let the hand drag down to her stomach, circling her navel as she flinched slightly. “Careful,” she said.
“Always.” I slipped my hand into her waistband and began to slide her pants off. It took both hands to do this, and she obliged by lifting her hips so that I could slide the fabric over them. When she’d kicked the last leg free, I returned one hand to her breast, and used the other to slide into her underwear, again searching for that little nub that I’d found before when we were in the car after the circus.
It took a little time, but soon I felt the telltale vibrations through her lower body, and I eased off as she climaxed, allowing her a few moments to catch her breath. “I just thought of something,” I said.
“What’s that?”
“Well, why not have a second round yourself…while I try and distract you by, I don’t know, tickling you while you’re doing it.”
She raised an eyebrow at me. “Tickling me where?”
“Your stomach and sides?” I said hopefully.
“Gently,” she agreed.
She put her hand between her legs and started moving it around while I began to lightly tease her belly, giving her goosebumps. I trailed my fingers around her belly button, up her right side, and as high as her ribs before returning to her belly again. She stiffened a few times and sighed exasperatingly at me. “This is very distracting,” she said.
“I had hoped it would be.”
“Fuck you,” she laughed and kept on doing what she was doing. It went like that for a few minutes and then her hand started moving faster. In contrast, I slowed mine down. She shivered.
When she’d finished her last tremblings, she sighed.
“Was that alright?” I asked.
“Yes, it was. Thank you.”
“Any time,” I said, meaning it.
“Next time though, you should use your mouth down there.”
I pretended to think. “How about this? You let me have a turn tickling you, and I’ll show you what this mouth can do if you survive to the end.”
“Survive?” she snorted. “I can take anything you can dish out.”
I made a claw with my hand and attacked her side and she brought her arm down swiftly, trapping my hand. I stopped. “You sure you can take anything?”
She smiled. “Try me.”
To Be Continued... (Part Four)
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