M/f - the foreign girlfriend, tickling, tickling, tickling, and sex

[TKL_M28_LI_NY]

I used to have a girlfriend from Indonesia. Her culture was very different from mine and certain things confused the both of us. We had sex often but it wasn't lady-like for her to ask I guess, so instead we had little games we'd play. We never spoke, just played, and over time she learned the various rules. This is one of them.

I came out of the shower in a towel, walked into the bedroom, and saw her. She was in bed with a smile ear to ear, the comforter pulled all the way up to her chin, and a pile of clothes on the floor.

She knew one of three things would happen:
1 - I'd whip back the covers, making her flinch, and take her.
2 - I'd pull back the covers slowly, letting them caress her nipples, and gently put her hands into the straps which were, after being with her for a year, permanently attached to the frame at the head of the bed.
This was number three: the tickle game.

Slowly I approached the bed and looked her up and down. Then I sat on her hips, just barely above where she could grind her clitoris against me. I laid on top of her, not putting my full weight on her, but enough to let her feel me against her. I squeezed her breast through the comforter and looked into her eyes. I caressed her face gently, and her mouth opened then closed and that huge smile returned. I was just teasing her at this point, making her wonder which one of the three games we would play.

I moved in to kiss her, and her eyes closed and her head leaned back a little bit in a way that made her look like absolute surrender - I've never been kissed like that before or since.

Her hands came up, inside the comforter - she knew what would happen if her hands came out from under the sheets, and she hugged my hips. We kissed for a while, and I rested my hand on the sheets covering her chest, making her think I was going to whip them off of her, while my other hand snuck up to her ribs. I gave her a little poke.

She giggled, and her smile got bigger and she cringed as her eyes widened - she was going to get tickled.

There was never any need for us to even discuss safe-words. If she had even been aware of such a thing she never mentioned it. I tickled her until I was done, careful not to go TOO far.

I gave her another poke and she gasped. Then I gave her another poke then poked the other side. In previous months this had been enough to cost her a penalty, but she was staying strong.

I lifted my hands in front of me so she could see, cracked my knuckles thoroughly, shook them out, then extended the fingers, and placed them at her ribs. I pressed in just a little, then a little more, then even more, then hard - almost enough to tickle through the comforter, then paused - she trembled and flinched, waiting for it to come...

Then I wiggled my fingers.

A tiny scream escaped followed by laughter. She tried to grab my fingers, or slide her hand between her body and the comforter, protecting her sensitive body, but it was difficult. When she succeeded I would simply move randomly. Belly, ribs again, worm a finger or two under the arms. She twisted and flailed underneath the sheets as I watched and smiled, tickling her, but she never begged, never said a word, and never exposed her arms. Five minutes had passed.

Occasionally I'd reach behind me and squeeze the muscle above her knee. While awkward, this drove her into hysterics because there was no way to defend herself against such an attack. Up and down her ribs I went, poking and wiggling. Smiling as she thrashed, wiggling under her arms, letting her grab my fingers on one hand while the other still tickled and letting her think that she had me, then yanking them out and going back to work again. Ten minutes passed.

I'd poke left and right with single fingers, work all ten, work up and down, work both armpits, never letting her get any rest. At fifteen minutes or so I noticed a change in her laughter - it sounded desperate, like someone raging against the inevitable. At seventeen minutes an arm appeared out from under the covers and shot down to grab my hand.

I stopped tickling her instantly, and gently took her hand in mine. She followed her hand, watching as I brought it over her head and secured it to the bed by strap. Then, I laid on top of her again, with almost no weight on her, and kissed her gently. She surrendered to me in her kiss like she did before, like she always did. I grabbed her butt through the covers, making her moan, and squeezed her breasts, making her moan more, and kissed her for about ten minutes - more than enough to make absolutely sure that she got her breath back. When I broke from the kiss she smiled wide - she knew what was coming.

It was a psychological tease - she knew that she would be tickled until she reached out of the covers to grab my hand, and then she'd be given a substantial break. But then she would be short an arm. An entire side of her body would be open and vulnerable - completely unprotected. As much as she enjoyed it, it DID tickle like crazy, so she resisted as much as she could.

Now the break was over and she was going to get tickled again, this time with half her personal defense down.

I lunged at her and she gasped, then I withdrew. I did this several more times, teasing her. Each time she gasped and twitched. Finally, I went to work. She laughed harder this time, now unable to cover herself and slide a palm between her body and the fingers poking her through the sheets. She laughed for five minutes straight.

I tortured her mind further with this simple method. I'd tickle the ribs on the exposed side with one hand, and nothing else. When she reached to defend her ribs I'd go to work on the exposed armpit. The armpit was much more sensitive so she would immediately abandon her ribs to defend there, and I'd use my free hand to attack the ribs again. A little later I'd simply keep going, tickling both, but pausing my attack on the ribs until she abandoned them - the effect being she'd leave her hand at her ribs for a second or two, knowing they'd get attacked just as soon as she left them defenseless to go and shield her armpit.

At seven minutes her head craned back and she laughed louder - she'd be in big trouble but she knew she couldn't resist any longer. Her other arm came out and grabbed my hand. I pretended I didn't notice for about ten seconds, making her laughter even more desperate, but then I stopped. She still giggled and coughed a little, and her chest heaved as I secured her other wrist over her head with her eyes closed.

(I have to step out, more later. Just search for "***" to skip the replies, and I'll finish the story as soon as I can. Sorry).

 

[TKL_M28_LI_NY]

*** Part Two *** (And really - 183 views, and not one reply, really?)

I kissed her and let her touch me with her free hand for a few minutes. She kissed even harder and more passionately than before - this made her horny, but the tickling was also torture for her, so it produced interesting reactions. When she had just gotten her wind back I tied her other hand over her head, then I laid back on top of her, again careful not to put my full weight on her, and kissed her some more.

She twisted her arms, desperate to wrap them around my back, squeeze my butt, caress my neck, and run her fingers through my hair, but utterly unable to do so.

I pulled away slowly, and she lifted her head up to keep kissing me, and I moved forward, so her head went back down. I pulled back again, and again she followed me up, moaning and kissing fast and hard, so horny but also knowing what would have to happen first. I held my head up, and her moans became desperate - she could only hold her head up for so long.

Finally, she dropped her head back down to the pillow. I smiled and glanced at the bulges under the cover where her breasts were hidden. She began to squirm. I slowly slide the covers down until she was completely exposed.

She had learned over time to leave her panties on for a number of reasons:
First, I liked to see how wet they got. I tease her until the wet spot is very big. They were VERY wet.
Second, I liked to remove them myself.
Third, and she didn't know this, it was a psychological torture - she knew that it was physically impossible to have intercourse with her panties on. While I might tease her through them a little, or reach inside, I'd never let her cum with her panties on...unless we were in the car, (but that's a whole 'nother story). When I would finally remove the panties it created a mental franticness - it was now possible to have intercourse, but I would still tease her a while longer.

I left the panties on.

As I looked at her helpless naked body, with her huge ear to ear grin, she began to squirm. She knew better than to resist by pulling her legs to her chest, because she would be punished. While she had average ticklishness on the rest of her body, the backs of her legs on her knee-pits are the most ticklish spots I have ever seen on any human being ever! And they are best stimulated by opening my mouth wide and gently grazing the area with my teeth while growling and telling her I'm going to bite.

She squirmed as I smiled bigger than I had all morning, and let me sit on her hips once again. She'd used up her two breaks, lost the defense of both arms, and with the sheets gone she was fully exposed. She was going to get tickled as much and for as long as I liked, and there was nothing she could do to stop it. (It should be noted, never once did she come to me later and say she didn't like it, or that it was too much, or not to do it again - she had about one or two other things. And she jumped into bed like this several times a week - she knew what was going to happen to her).

I sat on her, above her soaked panties, out of grinding range of her clitoris, and looked at her nipples - hard as a rock and as long as I'd ever seen them get. I knew that getting aroused from this embarrassed her, so I made sure to tease her about it a little bit. I looked her body over, drinking in the beauty, then I laid on her, her nipples pushing into me, and I turned her head to the side. She resisted a little, but with one hand on the back of her head, and one hand on her chin she had no choice.

I kissed her ear, making her moan. I licked around the outer edges, making her shiver and tremble as she cooed. I traced the curves of her ear, getting closer and closer to her ear canal, every second she squirmed more and more. When I circled the ear canal she squealed loud! Then my tongue dove into the hole, make her scream and laugh. I slid it in and out, twisted it around, and kept going for about a minute or two. Then I'd exhale and inhale gently, making her shake.

Then I sat up and looked her over again. She tried not to laugh as I was surveying my targets. It didn't matter how out of breath she was, she knew I was going to tickle her and I wouldn't stop until I felt like it. (Despite that she never objected, I only pushed her past the point of being out of breath by a minute or two - it gave her the illusion that she might be able to endure long enough NEXT time).

I ran my nails over each breast, tweaked each nipple, tapped them, gave them a little tug and a gentle twist, then gently petted them with my palms, then decided on my next area of attack.

The armpits, always soft and hairless, were fully exposed. I extended a finger and slowly stroked up and down. She tried not to smile but failed, and began to squirm. I added a second finger, moving them up and down together, then alternating. Then I used one finger on one armpit then one on the other. Then two on each. All the while she was determined not to laugh, determined not to give me the satisfaction. I reached a point where enough fingers were tickling slowly that she was right on the edge - it was only a matter of time before her resolve wore down.

I'd watch her breathing, and when it was time to inhale I'd give her a faster tickle, and she'd inhale sharply, but before she laughed I'd have slowed down again, allowing her to resist further. She held on several minutes but finally she couldn't hold it back any longer.

"....Hee.......Hee-hee....hee."
"Oh! You laughed! Now I've gotta tickle you!"

And I went to work.

She screamed and laughed as I went all over her body, armpit, ribs, and raspberries to the belly.

To mix things up I alternated tickling the left and right armpits, sometimes pausing just long enough for her to worry about when the next attack was to come, just before it did.

I tickled her silly!

A minute after she was out of breath I stopped, pulled the panties all the way down, and plunged deep inside of her. I held her head in one hand and her butt in the other. I pulled on her nipples. I held her face in my hands as I kissed her. And when she started to cum I told her to keep her eyes open and look at me - she tried but they slowly closed, shot opened a few times, then clamped shut.

She had started masturbating while I was away a few months ago, all the sex talk on the phone drove her mad, and her vaginal muscles had become quite strong. (Before I wasn't sure how many orgasms she'd had - she'd hide them from me if she could because she said once she'd cum twice or so I'd let myself cum and she wanted more). Now I could feel it each and every time.

She came so hard, again and again, until I joined her. I untied her hands, rolled over so she was on top of me, and listed to her moan as she shook from my cock slowly withdrawing itself as it shrunk, then the gasp when it finally popped out. We napped briefly, then took showers again.

 

[EBunbury]

What a wonderful story!

 

[delicatetouch]

Sexy story, intensely told!

 

[milagros317]

Great story! Thanks for sharing your wonderful experience here. 😀

 

[hyped_up]

Incredible and vivid detail. Well written sir.