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Mark Walked up to the house with books in hand. He had hired one of the profs at the university to help him with his calculus exam. He rang the doorbell and waited. The door opened and there stood a woman in her 40's, tall, long brown hair. She was dressed in a long black dress and tan nylons. She had no shoes on.
"Hi Mark, come on in. We'll get going right away." She smiled.
"Hi Denise, ok."
They had somewhat known eachother. Mark's mother went to college with Denise, that is where the contact came from. Mark was doing fine in Calculus, he wasn't sure why he had to go to this tutoring, but to make his Mom happy he would.
They sat down in the dining room and started going over everything.
"You really know this stuff I think. As long as you don't mess up your exam!" she said.
"I won't, I'll do fine I'm sure." Mark was twirling his pen around, and he dropped it and it fell under the table. "Shoot."
Denise went on about "SIN COSIN (blah blah blah)" while Mark went under the table to get his pen. Underneath, he noticed Denise's right leg over her left, and her stockinged foot dangling. He wanted to tickle it! So he did! He wriggled the fingers of his right hand over the bottom and Denise squirmed er foot left to right and giggled, but continued to keep talking through the problem sh was doing. He kept tickling, an she kept squirming her big stockinged foot around. She then gave in and said; "Aah! Okay okay! Quit tickling me!" And she reached down and tickled both sides of his ribs with her fingernails.
Mark almost wacked his head on the underneath of the table. He keeled over laughing under the table. He couldn't help it, he was very ticklish all over!
He crawled out from under the table and she was grinning at him. "Couldn't help myself!" He said to her. "Well why don't we see how much of this stuff you do know," Denise said to him. "I have an idea."
She walked over and pulled out some rope. "I'll tie you to the couch, and if you get a question wrong, I get to tickle your ribs! What do you say?"
Mark was a bit apprehensive, but he knew his arithmatic quite well. So he said; "Ok, but if I don't get more then 10% wrong, I get to tie YOU up!"
Now Denise was a professor, so she knew she could ask him things he would NEVER know the answer to! "You got a deal!"
She tied Mark to the bottom of the couch with his wrists up over his head, and his feet spread apart and up on the cushion, so his back was on the floor, and his legs were sticking up.
Denise started asking questions, the first two of which Mark got right, then she asked him one which had NOTHING to do with what they were studying. "What? You can't ask me that, I have know idea!"
"Oh, well then!" She took her right hand and reached down and tickled his ribs through his shirt with her nails. Mark started screaming with ticklish laughter and immidiately tried to put his arms down, but couldn't. She only tickled him for about 5 seconds then stopped, which Mark was thankful for.
Just then the front door opened, and a voice called out "Hello?"
"Oh please no..." Mark thought. It was his mother coming to pick him up!
Now Mark's mother LOVED to tickle him. She would often tickle him awake in the morning. She would poke his sides at least a few times a day. She walked in and saw what was happening. "We're playing a trivia game," Denise said wit a grin. "The punishment for wrong answers is tickles!"
"Well Mark..." his mother said as she took her shoes off and approached. He started panicy laughing and saying, "Ok! Ok let me up now!" He knew his mom would tickle him to death in this position.
"Have you found his ticklish spots yet?" she asked Denise.
"Only one or two, but YOU must know them all!" Denise said.
"I know All the best spots on him..." she sat on the couch on his left side. Mark looked at her nails.
"He smiled and said; "Mom, don't you dare! Seriously!"
"I found this spot," Denise said as she tickled his ribs with both hand.
"Yes, his ribs are one of his ticklish spots. But you have to get under his shirt..." Mark's Mother said as she pulled up his shirt from being tucked into his pants. Mark was laughing, it tickled to have his Mom's fingers pulling and proding at his shirt, but then she put one hand under his shirt and wriggled it up to his ribs and tickled away. Her hands were also REALLY cold at the time!
Mark lost it in laughter, which went into silent laughter soon under his mother's attack.
"Haha! Where else?" Denise asked. "His sides?" she tickled his now bare sides. He was laughing so hard, and helpless to stop it!
"Yes, also his underarms." said his Mom, and tickled his underarm with her free hand. She was SUCH a good tickler! All over his underarm, and his ribs, making her son laugh his head off. She was biting her bottom lip with a grin, watching his reactions.
"His hips too I'll bet!" and Denise squeezed and tickled his hips, making poor Mark buck up and down.
His Mother stopped for a second. "You know he's always had really ticklish feet too." She went over to his left foot, and started taking his sock off, which again tickled a fair bit in itself. She then put two fingers inside his sock and started scratching the sole driving him nuts!
"I never had a chance to REALLY tickle his feet, just in the morning to wake him up. What do you think Mark? A NEW most ticklish spot? Hee hee!" she teased.
She walked behind the couch and took the other sock of as well. He was tied at the ankles so he couldn't really do anything. "No! Mom-hahahaha! Don't! Hahaha! Not my fee-heeheehahahat!" She tickled the air with her fingers, and slowly moved them towards his soles.
"I'm gonna tickle your feet Mark, here I come, here come the nails...!" she taunted. Then all out on both his bare feet.
Mark was laughing harder then ever, with his mom at his feet and Denise all over his ribs he had tears coming down his face. "Ok ok," his Mother said, I think he's had enough!" And they let him up.
"Well Mark, I hope you'll come back for more tutoring, hmm!?"
"Next week, same time!" Mark said afterwards. "But this time, we'll tie YOU up!" He said to Denise.
"Looking forward to it!" She said.
On the way home, Mark's mother said to him. "You know, Denise always had REALLY ticklish feet, just so you know!"
"Oh, I'm well-aware!" Mark replied.
The End.
p.s: Val- I just couldn't do the orgasm part, I'm no porn writer, sorry!
"Hi Mark, come on in. We'll get going right away." She smiled.
"Hi Denise, ok."
They had somewhat known eachother. Mark's mother went to college with Denise, that is where the contact came from. Mark was doing fine in Calculus, he wasn't sure why he had to go to this tutoring, but to make his Mom happy he would.
They sat down in the dining room and started going over everything.
"You really know this stuff I think. As long as you don't mess up your exam!" she said.
"I won't, I'll do fine I'm sure." Mark was twirling his pen around, and he dropped it and it fell under the table. "Shoot."
Denise went on about "SIN COSIN (blah blah blah)" while Mark went under the table to get his pen. Underneath, he noticed Denise's right leg over her left, and her stockinged foot dangling. He wanted to tickle it! So he did! He wriggled the fingers of his right hand over the bottom and Denise squirmed er foot left to right and giggled, but continued to keep talking through the problem sh was doing. He kept tickling, an she kept squirming her big stockinged foot around. She then gave in and said; "Aah! Okay okay! Quit tickling me!" And she reached down and tickled both sides of his ribs with her fingernails.
Mark almost wacked his head on the underneath of the table. He keeled over laughing under the table. He couldn't help it, he was very ticklish all over!
He crawled out from under the table and she was grinning at him. "Couldn't help myself!" He said to her. "Well why don't we see how much of this stuff you do know," Denise said to him. "I have an idea."
She walked over and pulled out some rope. "I'll tie you to the couch, and if you get a question wrong, I get to tickle your ribs! What do you say?"
Mark was a bit apprehensive, but he knew his arithmatic quite well. So he said; "Ok, but if I don't get more then 10% wrong, I get to tie YOU up!"
Now Denise was a professor, so she knew she could ask him things he would NEVER know the answer to! "You got a deal!"
She tied Mark to the bottom of the couch with his wrists up over his head, and his feet spread apart and up on the cushion, so his back was on the floor, and his legs were sticking up.
Denise started asking questions, the first two of which Mark got right, then she asked him one which had NOTHING to do with what they were studying. "What? You can't ask me that, I have know idea!"
"Oh, well then!" She took her right hand and reached down and tickled his ribs through his shirt with her nails. Mark started screaming with ticklish laughter and immidiately tried to put his arms down, but couldn't. She only tickled him for about 5 seconds then stopped, which Mark was thankful for.
Just then the front door opened, and a voice called out "Hello?"
"Oh please no..." Mark thought. It was his mother coming to pick him up!
Now Mark's mother LOVED to tickle him. She would often tickle him awake in the morning. She would poke his sides at least a few times a day. She walked in and saw what was happening. "We're playing a trivia game," Denise said wit a grin. "The punishment for wrong answers is tickles!"
"Well Mark..." his mother said as she took her shoes off and approached. He started panicy laughing and saying, "Ok! Ok let me up now!" He knew his mom would tickle him to death in this position.
"Have you found his ticklish spots yet?" she asked Denise.
"Only one or two, but YOU must know them all!" Denise said.
"I know All the best spots on him..." she sat on the couch on his left side. Mark looked at her nails.
"He smiled and said; "Mom, don't you dare! Seriously!"
"I found this spot," Denise said as she tickled his ribs with both hand.
"Yes, his ribs are one of his ticklish spots. But you have to get under his shirt..." Mark's Mother said as she pulled up his shirt from being tucked into his pants. Mark was laughing, it tickled to have his Mom's fingers pulling and proding at his shirt, but then she put one hand under his shirt and wriggled it up to his ribs and tickled away. Her hands were also REALLY cold at the time!
Mark lost it in laughter, which went into silent laughter soon under his mother's attack.
"Haha! Where else?" Denise asked. "His sides?" she tickled his now bare sides. He was laughing so hard, and helpless to stop it!
"Yes, also his underarms." said his Mom, and tickled his underarm with her free hand. She was SUCH a good tickler! All over his underarm, and his ribs, making her son laugh his head off. She was biting her bottom lip with a grin, watching his reactions.
"His hips too I'll bet!" and Denise squeezed and tickled his hips, making poor Mark buck up and down.
His Mother stopped for a second. "You know he's always had really ticklish feet too." She went over to his left foot, and started taking his sock off, which again tickled a fair bit in itself. She then put two fingers inside his sock and started scratching the sole driving him nuts!
"I never had a chance to REALLY tickle his feet, just in the morning to wake him up. What do you think Mark? A NEW most ticklish spot? Hee hee!" she teased.
She walked behind the couch and took the other sock of as well. He was tied at the ankles so he couldn't really do anything. "No! Mom-hahahaha! Don't! Hahaha! Not my fee-heeheehahahat!" She tickled the air with her fingers, and slowly moved them towards his soles.
"I'm gonna tickle your feet Mark, here I come, here come the nails...!" she taunted. Then all out on both his bare feet.
Mark was laughing harder then ever, with his mom at his feet and Denise all over his ribs he had tears coming down his face. "Ok ok," his Mother said, I think he's had enough!" And they let him up.
"Well Mark, I hope you'll come back for more tutoring, hmm!?"
"Next week, same time!" Mark said afterwards. "But this time, we'll tie YOU up!" He said to Denise.
"Looking forward to it!" She said.
On the way home, Mark's mother said to him. "You know, Denise always had REALLY ticklish feet, just so you know!"
"Oh, I'm well-aware!" Mark replied.
The End.
p.s: Val- I just couldn't do the orgasm part, I'm no porn writer, sorry!
