The party was all but over at around 4:30 AM. She had told me she was sleeping in my bed if her boyfriend got too drunk and passed out. I was a horny 21 year old; that sounded great to me.
She was a 22 year old self-proclaimed bi-sexual with large breasts, a flat stomach, shapely legs, and a plump-round ass. Her dark brown hair hung in waves and curls covering her temples as it bounced in front of her face when she walked. She was white in the dead of winter versus the stark contrast from her tan in the head of summer.
We had each imbibed in some boozy beverages and were feeling pretty free. She told me how she was a very sexual person and I told her there were a myriad of things I always wanted to try. As I watched her boyfriend slouch even lower into his own vomit on the porch I knew she would be mine tonight.
We bade the rest of the guests good-bye and drug her boyfriend into the living room. Up the stairs and into my room which was nicely accented by the light of a half moon glowing from my northern window.
When I took off her shirt I intentionally grazed her sides while kissing her passioately on her lips. She pulled away and smiled coyly. “Alright?” I asked. “Mmm hmm...” she said latching on for more and pulling her body into mine. I removed her bra freeing the mass of breasts which somehow defied gravity and jiggled firmly as she moved from half sitting to lying completely on her back.
As I removed her jeans and sexy lace panties, I lightly kissed her hipbones and licked her lower stomach; inciting giggles and moans. I asked her if she liked to be eaten out. She did.
She was lying there completely naked bathed in the light of the moon with her boyfrind passed out downstairs and she was mine for the taking.
I got out of the bed and removed all of my clothing. Hard as a rock with all six inches throbbing. “I know how to please a woman”, I told myself, almost convincingly. This was going too easily.
I reached into my drawer and grabbed a pair of Valor chained handcuffs a former girlfriend seemed to enjoy.
I saw her whole body tense when she saw what I had produced. She started to talk. I said, “Shhhhh...” and put my index finger up to her mouth. She laid there quietly while I grabbed two silk neckties from my closet.
I wrapped one wrist and then the other. She didn’t say a word. She slowly began to relax until I clicked the cuffs into a comfortable but restricting position. I double-locked them so they would not tighten on her wrists.
The smell of her lust was so strong I could barely stop myself from making her come with my tongue.
I pushed her hands above her head and threw the pillow off the bed. I also got rid of the sheets and blankets. There would be nowhere to hide. Holding her arms above her head by the chain exposed freshly shaved underarms that did not posses any smells, foul or scented, and allowed me full use of my right arm. I could reach nearly to her knees.
I started at her wrist and ran my fingertips from her arm to her left thigh. It reminded her she was naked and extremely vulnerable. I was lying on her right side and the movement of my fingertips encouraged her to move in closer to me. Closer into my trap. Closer to the point where leverage and my strength were decidedly a one-sided advantage.
After she squirmed closer to me I ran my fingertips up her right thigh lightly grazing her mons before doing a few laps around her navel with my fingers wiggling and lightly dancing accross her skin. Her stomach quiverred and she began giggling and gasping. When I made a circle of wiggling fingertips around her breast she let out a yelp and thrust her shoulder blades into the bed before bucking wildly upward.
She didn’t say any words, per se. She just laughed and giggled and squirmed under my touches. Her lust was almost overpowering. I had made a small mess of the sheets beneath my penis, but was still full of want.
I tickled her lightly for several minutes until I got bored with it. She was a wreck. Hair matted to her face, a thin layer of sweat providing just enough lubrication to qualm any created drag that was her skin’s natural resistance. It had become its own worst enemy; probably intentionally.
The chain started to hurt my hand with her pulling on it so I placed my hand on the bed with her wrists cuffed around it. It allowed her move more, but it was a little break for me. She didn’t need a break yet, I decided.
I started poking a little harder realizing she was not exhibiting the intense responses with the light touches she had initially created. She found the soft spots on the exterior of her central abdominal muscles to be especially provoking. She bucked up and screamed as I squeezed my fingers into her stomach. Her head shot up and her shoulders flung those great breasts forward as far as my arm would allow her arms to travel. Fortunately, her stomach only moved up a slight amount and I was able to continue my assault uninhibited. After failing at stopping my assault by sitting up or bucking back down and lifting her sweet hips up; she started twisting from side to side. I found this to be a welcome break for me while she found she had created a cycle stimulation she could not stop. As she twisted I held my hand in the same position and allowed her body to rotate beneath my fingers. She found she was just as ticklish on both of her sides as she was around her navel and around the sides of her back.
Her laughter was silent and her body amock. She looked truly wrecked. I loved it. I continued playing with my toy in this manner on her stomach, side, thighs, breasts and armpits. That’s when I found the Holy Grail!
I have yet to find a woman who is not excrutiatingly ticklish near the front of her hip bones between her hip bones and mons. She was no exception; more veritably proof of the rule.
I dug my fingers around her mons and she tensed like a board. She then started thrashing wildly and her lust became pungent; burning the nostrils.
I stopped and resumed my hold of the chain after realizing my arm had little skin left from the cuffs scraping theem; and to hold her down more securely.
The look in her eyes was exciting. She was exhausted, yearning for release, and terrified. She said, “No more. I can’t take it.” between pathetic gasps at a breath. She was speaking with a voice hoarse only as can be caused by over an hour of non-stop tickling.
I kissed her on the lips and she kissed me back with what little fervor she had left. This was the time to make a memory...
I started massaging her whole body with the palm of my hand and pulled her arms higher abover her head squeezing her head between her arms. She relaxed.
I started lightly tickling her starting from her breasts. “No! Please, NO! Just fuck me” and then she let out a little cry before making a pathetic attempt at laughter when I ran accross her stomach and dipped my finger into her navel. I went wide, around her freshly shaved pussy and tickled her thighs for a moment. She shut her eyes tightly and tightened her whole body. A spectacular sight. She was expecting it.
Not yet.
I moved back to her stomach. I played in her navel for a few moments and her eyes snapped open and she started wiggling fruitlessly. When I felt she would least expect it, I attacked her mons and against her thigh bones. She kicked her legs wildly, screamed, begged using a language only known to those who have witnessed such a beautiful thing, and became more horny than she had every previously been.
As her legs kicked open and her knees bent outward, I grabbed her inner thigh where it connects to the outer labia. Her juices made it hard to grab, so I kept trying. The scream illicited by that action was second to none. The Holy Grail apparently came with a straw.
I tickled around her pussy and her hip bones. She tried to say, “don’t stop!” What blood was left in her face flushed to the lower part of her body. Her already taut abs flexed, as did her legs and arms. With my fingers wrapped around her mons I continued my assault. She let out cries and shrieks unlike I had illicited before. I watched her abs and legs convulse together as she had an orgasm; her beautiful butt helping to bounce her whole body; her breasts rocking in unison with the rest of the orchestral orgasm machine that was her entire being.
I continued to ticle her mons until the mass of her orgasm absolved. As I contined to tickle her there, she twitched and made very quiet shrieks and moans.
She continued to wiggle slightly under my light tickles all over her body while I kissed her. I slipped my fingers into her pussy and she started moaning louder. I continued to hold her arms down while I brought her to another orgasm. Lesser in duration and intensity than the one before; I was dissappointed, but she assured me: It was my turn.
I took the cuffs off of her and she slowly pushed me onto my back. She proceeded to perform fellatio on me until I was also exhausted. After receiving her blessing, I went down on her and brought her to a third orgasm through cunnilingus. The third was more intense for her than the second, but still not as intense as the first.
By now, there were signs the sun was coming up. She told me she liked it when I tickled her and ate her out, so I wrapped my hands around her hips with my fingertips just inside her hip bones with my thumbs pressing the sides of her butt cheeks and tickled her while I ate her out to another orgasm; this one even closer to the intensity of the first.
By then, the sun was up and my penis was erect again and able to perform coitus. We had intercourse and each had another orgasm. She had five in three and a half hours of play while I only received two; but I feel like we both won.
Later that moring, her boyfriend came upstairs and opened my door. I was still naked lying in my bed with his naked girlfriend. We were both covered in each other’s bodily fluids. I fully expected a deserved (and accepted) ass beating, but he just said he was ready to go and shut the door before going back downstairs. She got up, got dressed and left.
She told me she had never been tickled that hard and for that long before. She also said this was the first time she had been restrained to any degree. She said she had never had more than one orgasm with a guy and had never had more than two with a woman. She said she loved every moment of the experience and wished it could happen again. I just asked her to tell her female friends and get them in touch with me.
We remained friends for several months after that, but never had any other mentionable encounters together. She married her boyfriend about a year after this and I haven’t spoken with her since.
She was a 22 year old self-proclaimed bi-sexual with large breasts, a flat stomach, shapely legs, and a plump-round ass. Her dark brown hair hung in waves and curls covering her temples as it bounced in front of her face when she walked. She was white in the dead of winter versus the stark contrast from her tan in the head of summer.
We had each imbibed in some boozy beverages and were feeling pretty free. She told me how she was a very sexual person and I told her there were a myriad of things I always wanted to try. As I watched her boyfriend slouch even lower into his own vomit on the porch I knew she would be mine tonight.
We bade the rest of the guests good-bye and drug her boyfriend into the living room. Up the stairs and into my room which was nicely accented by the light of a half moon glowing from my northern window.
When I took off her shirt I intentionally grazed her sides while kissing her passioately on her lips. She pulled away and smiled coyly. “Alright?” I asked. “Mmm hmm...” she said latching on for more and pulling her body into mine. I removed her bra freeing the mass of breasts which somehow defied gravity and jiggled firmly as she moved from half sitting to lying completely on her back.
As I removed her jeans and sexy lace panties, I lightly kissed her hipbones and licked her lower stomach; inciting giggles and moans. I asked her if she liked to be eaten out. She did.
She was lying there completely naked bathed in the light of the moon with her boyfrind passed out downstairs and she was mine for the taking.
I got out of the bed and removed all of my clothing. Hard as a rock with all six inches throbbing. “I know how to please a woman”, I told myself, almost convincingly. This was going too easily.
I reached into my drawer and grabbed a pair of Valor chained handcuffs a former girlfriend seemed to enjoy.
I saw her whole body tense when she saw what I had produced. She started to talk. I said, “Shhhhh...” and put my index finger up to her mouth. She laid there quietly while I grabbed two silk neckties from my closet.
I wrapped one wrist and then the other. She didn’t say a word. She slowly began to relax until I clicked the cuffs into a comfortable but restricting position. I double-locked them so they would not tighten on her wrists.
The smell of her lust was so strong I could barely stop myself from making her come with my tongue.
I pushed her hands above her head and threw the pillow off the bed. I also got rid of the sheets and blankets. There would be nowhere to hide. Holding her arms above her head by the chain exposed freshly shaved underarms that did not posses any smells, foul or scented, and allowed me full use of my right arm. I could reach nearly to her knees.
I started at her wrist and ran my fingertips from her arm to her left thigh. It reminded her she was naked and extremely vulnerable. I was lying on her right side and the movement of my fingertips encouraged her to move in closer to me. Closer into my trap. Closer to the point where leverage and my strength were decidedly a one-sided advantage.
After she squirmed closer to me I ran my fingertips up her right thigh lightly grazing her mons before doing a few laps around her navel with my fingers wiggling and lightly dancing accross her skin. Her stomach quiverred and she began giggling and gasping. When I made a circle of wiggling fingertips around her breast she let out a yelp and thrust her shoulder blades into the bed before bucking wildly upward.
She didn’t say any words, per se. She just laughed and giggled and squirmed under my touches. Her lust was almost overpowering. I had made a small mess of the sheets beneath my penis, but was still full of want.
I tickled her lightly for several minutes until I got bored with it. She was a wreck. Hair matted to her face, a thin layer of sweat providing just enough lubrication to qualm any created drag that was her skin’s natural resistance. It had become its own worst enemy; probably intentionally.
The chain started to hurt my hand with her pulling on it so I placed my hand on the bed with her wrists cuffed around it. It allowed her move more, but it was a little break for me. She didn’t need a break yet, I decided.
I started poking a little harder realizing she was not exhibiting the intense responses with the light touches she had initially created. She found the soft spots on the exterior of her central abdominal muscles to be especially provoking. She bucked up and screamed as I squeezed my fingers into her stomach. Her head shot up and her shoulders flung those great breasts forward as far as my arm would allow her arms to travel. Fortunately, her stomach only moved up a slight amount and I was able to continue my assault uninhibited. After failing at stopping my assault by sitting up or bucking back down and lifting her sweet hips up; she started twisting from side to side. I found this to be a welcome break for me while she found she had created a cycle stimulation she could not stop. As she twisted I held my hand in the same position and allowed her body to rotate beneath my fingers. She found she was just as ticklish on both of her sides as she was around her navel and around the sides of her back.
Her laughter was silent and her body amock. She looked truly wrecked. I loved it. I continued playing with my toy in this manner on her stomach, side, thighs, breasts and armpits. That’s when I found the Holy Grail!
I have yet to find a woman who is not excrutiatingly ticklish near the front of her hip bones between her hip bones and mons. She was no exception; more veritably proof of the rule.
I dug my fingers around her mons and she tensed like a board. She then started thrashing wildly and her lust became pungent; burning the nostrils.
I stopped and resumed my hold of the chain after realizing my arm had little skin left from the cuffs scraping theem; and to hold her down more securely.
The look in her eyes was exciting. She was exhausted, yearning for release, and terrified. She said, “No more. I can’t take it.” between pathetic gasps at a breath. She was speaking with a voice hoarse only as can be caused by over an hour of non-stop tickling.
I kissed her on the lips and she kissed me back with what little fervor she had left. This was the time to make a memory...
I started massaging her whole body with the palm of my hand and pulled her arms higher abover her head squeezing her head between her arms. She relaxed.
I started lightly tickling her starting from her breasts. “No! Please, NO! Just fuck me” and then she let out a little cry before making a pathetic attempt at laughter when I ran accross her stomach and dipped my finger into her navel. I went wide, around her freshly shaved pussy and tickled her thighs for a moment. She shut her eyes tightly and tightened her whole body. A spectacular sight. She was expecting it.
Not yet.
I moved back to her stomach. I played in her navel for a few moments and her eyes snapped open and she started wiggling fruitlessly. When I felt she would least expect it, I attacked her mons and against her thigh bones. She kicked her legs wildly, screamed, begged using a language only known to those who have witnessed such a beautiful thing, and became more horny than she had every previously been.
As her legs kicked open and her knees bent outward, I grabbed her inner thigh where it connects to the outer labia. Her juices made it hard to grab, so I kept trying. The scream illicited by that action was second to none. The Holy Grail apparently came with a straw.
I tickled around her pussy and her hip bones. She tried to say, “don’t stop!” What blood was left in her face flushed to the lower part of her body. Her already taut abs flexed, as did her legs and arms. With my fingers wrapped around her mons I continued my assault. She let out cries and shrieks unlike I had illicited before. I watched her abs and legs convulse together as she had an orgasm; her beautiful butt helping to bounce her whole body; her breasts rocking in unison with the rest of the orchestral orgasm machine that was her entire being.
I continued to ticle her mons until the mass of her orgasm absolved. As I contined to tickle her there, she twitched and made very quiet shrieks and moans.
She continued to wiggle slightly under my light tickles all over her body while I kissed her. I slipped my fingers into her pussy and she started moaning louder. I continued to hold her arms down while I brought her to another orgasm. Lesser in duration and intensity than the one before; I was dissappointed, but she assured me: It was my turn.
I took the cuffs off of her and she slowly pushed me onto my back. She proceeded to perform fellatio on me until I was also exhausted. After receiving her blessing, I went down on her and brought her to a third orgasm through cunnilingus. The third was more intense for her than the second, but still not as intense as the first.
By now, there were signs the sun was coming up. She told me she liked it when I tickled her and ate her out, so I wrapped my hands around her hips with my fingertips just inside her hip bones with my thumbs pressing the sides of her butt cheeks and tickled her while I ate her out to another orgasm; this one even closer to the intensity of the first.
By then, the sun was up and my penis was erect again and able to perform coitus. We had intercourse and each had another orgasm. She had five in three and a half hours of play while I only received two; but I feel like we both won.
Later that moring, her boyfriend came upstairs and opened my door. I was still naked lying in my bed with his naked girlfriend. We were both covered in each other’s bodily fluids. I fully expected a deserved (and accepted) ass beating, but he just said he was ready to go and shut the door before going back downstairs. She got up, got dressed and left.
She told me she had never been tickled that hard and for that long before. She also said this was the first time she had been restrained to any degree. She said she had never had more than one orgasm with a guy and had never had more than two with a woman. She said she loved every moment of the experience and wished it could happen again. I just asked her to tell her female friends and get them in touch with me.
We remained friends for several months after that, but never had any other mentionable encounters together. She married her boyfriend about a year after this and I haven’t spoken with her since.
