Emishticklish
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-So Everyone is on the same Page, I advise that you read the first Part to this Continuation to get all the back Information-
Jane and I had been dating for oh, five or six months at this point; I was the happiest I'd been my entire Life aside from the fact my Parents were giving me shit in every direction possible. For this reason I'd often spend my Weekends off from School and Work with my Girlfriend. Her Mother, Helena, barely spoke enough English to let me know I was welcome to come and go anytime. Jane bore a striking resemblance to her. They shared the same beautiful model like features and long, lean frame. Her younger Brother, Meshka was hardly home. Leaving the entire front stairs area to ourselves during the Afternoon. Usually with Helena only a couple doors down at night, Jane and I were forced to bite onto one another's flesh during our love sessions. I was highly satisfied with the fact that we got to do anything, at all. Afterall my teenage hormones were raging out of control.
Almost two weeks after I moved in alittle more permently once my Father threw me out over some stupid shit, Helena was leaving town for the week on Business back to Moscow. She ran by the long list of Rules to her Daughter at the Airport, kissing us both on the forehead before leaving to board her plane. During the 45 minute drive back, Jane boasted about how loud she'd make me scream- You know, now that we finally could. I'd crossed my legs primly together, moaning inwardly.
"Promise?" I asked, biting my lip. She cricked her's, making the silver hoop tilt upward.
"Da."
Her hands were all over my clothed body. We fought for dominance, rolling around in her bed- Our fingers tangled in the other's hair. She gained leverage, being slightly larger than I. Her hands had my wrists pinned above my head, which turned me on to no end. I prayed for her to tickle me as I always did when we wrestled.
Not this time, though. Her sparkling eyes dimmed with pleasure, she licked her lips seductively. Keeping me secure under her she asked what I wanted. Anything, she said.
"Anything?" I repeated, making sure I heard right.
"Anyzhing." She whispered, covering my neck with kisses. I giggled, then laughed as she began to lick and blow. Once she ceased to get my answer, I shifted around sheepishly.
"Well....remember that night you tied me up back in October? After Amie's Party?"
"How could I forget?"
"You never let me finish tickling you....." Her almond shaped eyes widened, and then she grinned that gorgeous grin I loved.
"Net. You never did hm." I waited to be freed. When she contiuned to hold me captive, I struggled.
"Alright. BUT only iv you can get me!" Abruptly she let go, and took off running down the stairs in hysterics. Not too far behind, I chased her throughout the large living room. Watching her grow frantic the closer I got. When I tackle hugged her to the floor she yelped.
"Goooooooooootcha." I teased, holding onto her midsection tightly. When she realized there was no escape, she sagged against me on the carpet.
"You muzn't!!!!!" She giggled softly. I licked her earlobe, tasting metal as my tongue made contact with the row of steel studs running along the length. She shuddered.
"You're alllll mine now." I informed Jane, rising to my feet. I pulled her up along with myself, dragging her all the way back upstairs.
"I don't know about zis...." My Girlfriend's worried tone sent tingling jolts shooting along my spine as I made one last restraint final. After passing the efficiancy of my bondage I took a step back to admire my work. Face down spread eagle. My eyes roamed her firm back, down the pale ass cheeks and full thighs. Her wrists tugged at the cuffs keeping her arms from yanking down. With my gaze resting at her black ankle socked feet I couldn't take it anymore. BUT deciding to save the best for last, I made my way to the front of the bed.
"Comfy, Jane?" I sneered, grabbing at her sides. She shrieked curse words, both in English and Russian. The laughter that poured from her lips was shocking at first. I'd never met anyone as ticklish. Delighted by my discovery I began to play her ribcage like a piano, focusing on really sensitive spots. Her hips for instance. She howled with crazed hysteria, shaking the bed with her movements. I continued to dish it out; Soon my fingertips were grazing the small of her back as my lips kissed and sucked near her left underarm. The scent of Clinque's Happy and a slight musk filled my nostrils. Manical laughter, my ears. I had to remind myself to let her breathe- and reluctantly stopped for a moment. She happily sucked in breath, pleading with me to untie her. When I asked about her knees, the begging escalated. Paying no mind I positioned myself between her legs. Taking my time I slowly extended my fingers. Her laughter hit a new note as the first stroke of a lone finger layed across the creases of her inner thighs and knees. I continued this method for a few minutes until she began coughing violently. At this point I was merely kissing where I tickled until she calmed somewhat. She begged for me to cut it out, reminding me of her ticklishness. Aftermuch debate with myself I decided hell, why not. It's her feet I want anyway. Far too weak to resist me, Jane moaned and groaned miserably while I untied her ankles from their seperate posts, only to rebind them together. At this, she grew uneasy.
"Lyubov'.......vhat are you doing????" Her raspy tone had my pussy drenched.
"Preparing you."
"Pochemu? Enough!!!!"
I sat still for a second while she freaked out. As soon as she felt me sit on her ankles she began to make deals with me- Helplessly squirming her feet around as her giggling drove me to new heights of pleasure.
"NOT ZHERE!! I'LL DIE!" She wailed when I teasingly removed her socks. Her feet, my God. I knew how soft and pretty they were. I'd been giving her relacxing foot massages the last three months. Without so much as a slight tickle. Imagine my torture. Well, at this moment I was finally about to do it. Swallowing hard, I gently ran my nails along the light pink heels. She wrinkled her soles, long toes adroned with rings clenched so tight they turned white as she burst into a gut wrenching scream. I zipped up her soles, where I attacked the undersides of her balck polished toes. She squeaked, and splayed them wide open. Moaning softly, I continued to scratch at her toes. She violently fought and twisted, trying to wriggle out of the tight restraints. I watched her sexy toes wiggle and soles wrinkle more and more with every stab of my nails. Eventually I leaned down and began to blow straight into her arches. The effect was devastating; The screams almost scared me seriously. After only a few raspberries. I ceased, working my fingers into a massage. Even then she giggled curling her toes and trying so helplessly to catch her breath.
Over the course of that night I licked whipped cream from between her toes, stomach and underarms. Of course she repayed the favor, and I had my feet sensally and viciously tickled once again as well. Jane really was the one to open me up about my tickling Fetish. I later found out she had a serious thing for feet but the whole tickling thing was just a fun detour for her. 🙂
Jane and I had been dating for oh, five or six months at this point; I was the happiest I'd been my entire Life aside from the fact my Parents were giving me shit in every direction possible. For this reason I'd often spend my Weekends off from School and Work with my Girlfriend. Her Mother, Helena, barely spoke enough English to let me know I was welcome to come and go anytime. Jane bore a striking resemblance to her. They shared the same beautiful model like features and long, lean frame. Her younger Brother, Meshka was hardly home. Leaving the entire front stairs area to ourselves during the Afternoon. Usually with Helena only a couple doors down at night, Jane and I were forced to bite onto one another's flesh during our love sessions. I was highly satisfied with the fact that we got to do anything, at all. Afterall my teenage hormones were raging out of control.
Almost two weeks after I moved in alittle more permently once my Father threw me out over some stupid shit, Helena was leaving town for the week on Business back to Moscow. She ran by the long list of Rules to her Daughter at the Airport, kissing us both on the forehead before leaving to board her plane. During the 45 minute drive back, Jane boasted about how loud she'd make me scream- You know, now that we finally could. I'd crossed my legs primly together, moaning inwardly.
"Promise?" I asked, biting my lip. She cricked her's, making the silver hoop tilt upward.
"Da."
Her hands were all over my clothed body. We fought for dominance, rolling around in her bed- Our fingers tangled in the other's hair. She gained leverage, being slightly larger than I. Her hands had my wrists pinned above my head, which turned me on to no end. I prayed for her to tickle me as I always did when we wrestled.
Not this time, though. Her sparkling eyes dimmed with pleasure, she licked her lips seductively. Keeping me secure under her she asked what I wanted. Anything, she said.
"Anything?" I repeated, making sure I heard right.
"Anyzhing." She whispered, covering my neck with kisses. I giggled, then laughed as she began to lick and blow. Once she ceased to get my answer, I shifted around sheepishly.
"Well....remember that night you tied me up back in October? After Amie's Party?"
"How could I forget?"
"You never let me finish tickling you....." Her almond shaped eyes widened, and then she grinned that gorgeous grin I loved.
"Net. You never did hm." I waited to be freed. When she contiuned to hold me captive, I struggled.
"Alright. BUT only iv you can get me!" Abruptly she let go, and took off running down the stairs in hysterics. Not too far behind, I chased her throughout the large living room. Watching her grow frantic the closer I got. When I tackle hugged her to the floor she yelped.
"Goooooooooootcha." I teased, holding onto her midsection tightly. When she realized there was no escape, she sagged against me on the carpet.
"You muzn't!!!!!" She giggled softly. I licked her earlobe, tasting metal as my tongue made contact with the row of steel studs running along the length. She shuddered.
"You're alllll mine now." I informed Jane, rising to my feet. I pulled her up along with myself, dragging her all the way back upstairs.
"I don't know about zis...." My Girlfriend's worried tone sent tingling jolts shooting along my spine as I made one last restraint final. After passing the efficiancy of my bondage I took a step back to admire my work. Face down spread eagle. My eyes roamed her firm back, down the pale ass cheeks and full thighs. Her wrists tugged at the cuffs keeping her arms from yanking down. With my gaze resting at her black ankle socked feet I couldn't take it anymore. BUT deciding to save the best for last, I made my way to the front of the bed.
"Comfy, Jane?" I sneered, grabbing at her sides. She shrieked curse words, both in English and Russian. The laughter that poured from her lips was shocking at first. I'd never met anyone as ticklish. Delighted by my discovery I began to play her ribcage like a piano, focusing on really sensitive spots. Her hips for instance. She howled with crazed hysteria, shaking the bed with her movements. I continued to dish it out; Soon my fingertips were grazing the small of her back as my lips kissed and sucked near her left underarm. The scent of Clinque's Happy and a slight musk filled my nostrils. Manical laughter, my ears. I had to remind myself to let her breathe- and reluctantly stopped for a moment. She happily sucked in breath, pleading with me to untie her. When I asked about her knees, the begging escalated. Paying no mind I positioned myself between her legs. Taking my time I slowly extended my fingers. Her laughter hit a new note as the first stroke of a lone finger layed across the creases of her inner thighs and knees. I continued this method for a few minutes until she began coughing violently. At this point I was merely kissing where I tickled until she calmed somewhat. She begged for me to cut it out, reminding me of her ticklishness. Aftermuch debate with myself I decided hell, why not. It's her feet I want anyway. Far too weak to resist me, Jane moaned and groaned miserably while I untied her ankles from their seperate posts, only to rebind them together. At this, she grew uneasy.
"Lyubov'.......vhat are you doing????" Her raspy tone had my pussy drenched.
"Preparing you."
"Pochemu? Enough!!!!"
I sat still for a second while she freaked out. As soon as she felt me sit on her ankles she began to make deals with me- Helplessly squirming her feet around as her giggling drove me to new heights of pleasure.
"NOT ZHERE!! I'LL DIE!" She wailed when I teasingly removed her socks. Her feet, my God. I knew how soft and pretty they were. I'd been giving her relacxing foot massages the last three months. Without so much as a slight tickle. Imagine my torture. Well, at this moment I was finally about to do it. Swallowing hard, I gently ran my nails along the light pink heels. She wrinkled her soles, long toes adroned with rings clenched so tight they turned white as she burst into a gut wrenching scream. I zipped up her soles, where I attacked the undersides of her balck polished toes. She squeaked, and splayed them wide open. Moaning softly, I continued to scratch at her toes. She violently fought and twisted, trying to wriggle out of the tight restraints. I watched her sexy toes wiggle and soles wrinkle more and more with every stab of my nails. Eventually I leaned down and began to blow straight into her arches. The effect was devastating; The screams almost scared me seriously. After only a few raspberries. I ceased, working my fingers into a massage. Even then she giggled curling her toes and trying so helplessly to catch her breath.
Over the course of that night I licked whipped cream from between her toes, stomach and underarms. Of course she repayed the favor, and I had my feet sensally and viciously tickled once again as well. Jane really was the one to open me up about my tickling Fetish. I later found out she had a serious thing for feet but the whole tickling thing was just a fun detour for her. 🙂
