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Author's note: This is the follow-up to a story I've written 6 years ago. It's been way too long. It was an interesting exercise to pick up characters and situations abandonned for years, while still trying to respect the set-up of the previous chapter. For example, I never thought I would write an FF/M centric story, when I much prefer reading F/F or M/F stories. Still, I hope you enjoy.
3:00 pm
Young Michael Tanner didn’t expect his first day at his new high school to turn out so well, but how can anyone expect a chance meeting with the mischievous Theresa “Terry” Carmichael and the sweet Emma Delgado. The two young women took to their new bus companion instantly, and even let him partake in their morning ritual: the tickling of a dozed off Emma’s tanned, meaty and thoroughly sensitive feet. Thanks to them, his worries were swept away and his day passed by in a flash.
As the bell rang, Mike wandered the halls when Terry and Emma each took one of his arms. Emma, walking up right, must have been about 5 feet 10 inches tall (just like him). The shorter Terry was laying into him, enthusiastically rubbing her cheek against the white sleeve of his hoodie.
- So, still going with us after school? We’re going to Emma’s place. I always hang around with her after class! Her basement as a killer set-up. Said Terry, grinning.
- Is it ok? Mike said, turning to Emma.
- Don’t worry, my mother never comes home until 6:30, and doesn’t have any problems with friends as long as we clean up after ourselves.
- Well, sure. But I’ll have to ask my mom.
*****
3:20 pm
Turns out that Mike’s mother had no problems with him meeting up with two attractive girls of his age. Especially since Emma only lives half a mile from his place and he could easily walk in time for supper at 7 pm. The bus ride to Emma held no tickling incident. However, as Terry was passionately trying to shatter his belief that The Matrix was deservedly more praised than Dark City something did caught the dark haired boy’s attention. Emma was calmly, and with great purpose, pushing off her white sneakers, as though she feared that the pop of her heels would be deafening.
All the while, she was looking out the window; her thick body slouched against it. The girl’s efforts revealed two white ankle socks covered feet, but she was not done. The girl used her plump toes to take off her socks, baring her smooth soles to the world. Following this, she used the toes of her left foot to unzip the front pocket of her school bag, and those of her right foot to put them in. Her mission accomplished, she crossed her ankles and started scrunching her soles, revealing every wrinkle to…
- So, what do ya think?! Terry said.
- Huh? Yes… um… The Matrix is still better than Dark City.
- Dark City? That was ages ago! Twin Peaks Mike, that’s what I’m talking about. On what planet are you?
Terry followed his gaze turning her back to him. Although he wasn’t able to see her face, he could have sworn she was shivering.
*****
4:05 pm
Emma was cheerfully explaining her recipe for the perfect pancakes as the trio reach her home. It was a well built, but anonymous, suburban house with a well kept lawn and a couple of beautiful flowerbeds. She unlocked the door, and let her friends enter first. It was a small entrance hall with a two stairwells. The one on the right lead to the living room and the left lead to the basement. Facing the basement stairs was a small closet. Terry was barely inside when she chucked her black flats and dashed down to the basement.
- I’m taking a soda!
- Don’t forget to put a new one in the fridge please. Said Emma.
She turned to Mike.
- You can put your shoes in the closet please.
Mike nodded smiling and crouched down to unlace his black sneakers. His noble endeavour was interrupted when the olive skinned teen turned away, flicking her ponytail. She held her left hand against a ramp, her body slightly bended over, giving him a very desirable view of her round jeans clad buttocks. She used her right hand to quickly unlaced and shed her left shoe. Revealing a large sole, darkened around the ball, heel and digits of the toes. Mike stifled a gulp at the sight of her bare sockless foot coming out of her sneakers. She wiggled the toes to air them out and repeated the process with the other shoe. All this was happening less than two feet from Mike’s face. She turned to face him, her soles flat on the ground allowing him to admire her tanned tops and beautiful nails.
- Are you ok? She said.
Mike looked up. Crouched as he was, still only halfway into untying his second shoe, she was towering over him. He was beet red, feeling like a kid caught stealing from the cookie jar. He nodded.
- Are you sure? Can I get you something?
Lost in her green eyes, Michael could only see concern and warmth, not judgment. He decided to bite the bullet.
- N..No. No. It’s just…just your… you have beautiful feet. He blurted out, trying to point them nonchalantly.
- Thank you. She replied, beaming.
Emma took a step forward lifted her right foot and used the top and toes to caress the underside of his chin.
- I try to take good care of them.
Silk. It felt like silk on his skin. Mike had trouble believing how such smoothness was possible. Yet, the biggest surprise was the smell. It was like her: strong, but
sweet. Mike wondered what kind of lotions she must have been using.
- You don’t… you don’t just try.
- Thank you, sincerely. It feels nice to be complimented, even more when it’s from a cute boy.
- Mm.. me .. cute? Ww-well you know. They are… it’s my p-pl-pleasu. My pleas-mmph!
The ball of Emma’s foot was covering his mouth, silencing him. His nose was stuck between her toes, the scent was now overpowering.
- I’m sorry to interrupt you like this. I know it’s rude. Please, don’t be embarrassed. It’s not what I want believe me.
He believed her. With every fiber of his being. He nodded.
- Thank you. I’m thinking about Terry. She’s probably antsy waiting downstairs. She hasn’t played with my feet since morning. She never shows that level of restraint. That’s because we both enjoyed spending the day with you and she didn’t want to scare you away. But I think that honesty is the best policy. If it’s too much for you, that’s ok, but the heart of the matter is that foot play is an integral part of our relationship. One that we can’t deny ourselves. We both want to include you in our games. Do you want to play with us?
Mike felt lost, but the foot caressing his lips showed him the way.
- Mmphh. He grunted, nodding.
Emma smiled, but to Mike, she still looked unsure about something. To his chagrin, she took off her foot and took her backpack. He silently waited. Then, she took from the bag her white socks and a large roll of clear packing tape. She crouched down to his level, holding the socks in one hand and the tape in the other.
- Mike, I know we’ve just met. I can’t just demand that you… that you trust me. I… Can I… can…
Michael opened his mouth wide. Emma let out a sigh of relief.
- Thank you buddy.
Carefully she placed both ankle socks in his mouth, and asked him to close it. Then she neatly wrapped a single strip around his head, cutting the tape with her teeth. As she was lovingly smoothing the tape on his lips, Emma let out a single cry. Both their heads turned.
It was Terry. Her lithe frame was sprawled on the stairs like a cat, an empty soda bottle next to her. Her teeth were sunk into the flesh of Emma’s right foot. She let it go.
- Well, well, whatcha all still doing here? Leaving me waiting downstairs all alone like a sucker.
Terry pounced and was now only an inch from Mike’s face, one fingernail playfully caressing his tape-covered lips. The sensation sent shivers down his spine.
-Mmmph, Mike grunted.
-Shush Mikey boy. You’re one of us now, you don’t have to worry.
With lightning-fast reflexes, Terry pushed him on his ass, his back against the closet door and she wrapped herself around him. Her head was by his feet and each of her foot against his face. Her toes were firmly clenching his cheeks. Her feet were different from Emma’s, they were longer, paler and a bit rougher, but they smelled just as good. They must be sharing some beauty products.
-Mmmpph!
- Are you ok, Mike? Said Emma.
- Yes. Are you still with us? Added Terry, while massaging the ball of her right foot on his face and ear.
- Ymmph.
-Atta boy! Now, Mikey, you must apply the first rule of the Delgado household: “No shoes and socks allowed inside the house.”
Terry ravenously ripped his black sneakers throwing them carelessly in the basement and held his thick grey socks in her hand like a trophy won in bloody combat. She appraised his bare soles, and caressed them with her nose. She took a small, quick breath of the underside of his toes.
- Not too shabby for a boy’s, light on the tops, nails clipped, darkened balls and heels. What do you think Emma?
- Yes, they’re pretty. She replied, still crouched.
- Aren’t ya tired of this position? Sit down. Look, his hands aren’t tied, your feet could reach them. Whatcha think Mike? Want to give our common friend Emma a nice little foot rub?
- Yshmmph. He nodded enthusiastically under Terry’ soles.
- Atta boy. You’re a real gentleman, the vixen said, playfully rubbing her nose on his left arch.
- Thank you Michael, I always appreciate it when a friend shows care for my feet.
Mike placed his hands just in time for Emma’s large feet to slide in his palms like butter. He started to knead her soles and pass his fingers between her toes firmly and without hesitation.
- That feels so good. Said Emma, her body slightly shaking.
- Now, now, don’t think I forgot about you too missy. It’s time for you to cut the chit chat.
Terry casually put Mike’s grey socks in Emma’s hand, but her eyes were full of longing. Both girls stared at each other for a moment, and Emma turned her gaze to the tape gagged young man. Mike looked at her; still massaging her arches when he saw the tall girl, her round face smiling, shove his own socks in her mouth. Then she proceed to neatly wrapped the clear tape around her head the same way she did to him, with the notable difference that she bended over to allow Terry the chance to cut the strip with her teeth.
- I lmmph ymmph. She grunted while lovingly smoothing the tape over her juicy lips.
- Me too, princess.
As she was saying this, Terry repositioned her feet. Putting the sole of one on his lips with his nose in between her toes, and the top of the other behind his head, holding it firmly in place.
- Mike, can I ask you something?
- Ysmmph?
- Are you ticklish?
A lightning bolt streaked through his body as Terry dug her slender fingers with long and very sharp nails deep into his sensitive flesh.
- MMMMMMMPPPPHHHHH! MMMMPPPPHHHHMMHHHHHPPPPHHH!
- I didn’t get that. I guess we’ll find out. Right Emma?
Another pair of hand, bigger, but much more delicate that Terry’s were skittering its nails on the top of his feet. His hands were no longer massaging, but flailing about.
-Mmmphh! Mmmpphh! Shhtopmmmhhh!
Terry’s grip on his body was surprisingly strong for such a slim girl, but he was truly helpless. Each girl had taken control of one of his feet. Wild Terry, holding his left foot completely still, was ferociously biting and licking his sole. Covering all the ground from heel, to the side and the instep. Her toes were intermittently clutching his nose. Gentle Emma was using both hands to tenderly spider tickle the top and sole of his right foot. At the same time, she was caressing her nose and gagged lips across the tip of his toes.
Suddenly, Mike felt a pair of meaty soles, smooth as silk, slipping underneath his hoodie and t-shirt. Emma was slowly rubbing her feet against his belly, chest and sides. She gently pulled his left nipple, while dragging her remaining foot all the way up to the underside of his chin, caressing it. Tortuous Terry, and sweet, sweet Emma, Mike thought. However, beware the nice ones. She slid her sole back under his shirt and repositioned both feet, right in his armpits, poking them.
-MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPHHHHHH!!
The caresses were over. Terry was holding all his toes so that Emma could slither her nails on the small tender skin under his toes.
- Ohmmmph Mmmppphh Gmmppphhh!!
Curse her sudden, but inevitable betrayal Mike realized. Who wouldn’t give in to temptation with such a ticklish prize on a plate? Emma might be sweet, but she was not a saint. It was naïve of him to assume such a thing. It was the last thing that passed through his mind as he was overwhelmed by ticklishness.
*****
4:35 pm
Michael could not feel his spine anymore, only the shivers running through it. His friends’ attack had been relentless. Now, Terry was raking his soles up and down while getting a taste of the side of his left foot. She was still trapping his head with her strong feet. Buried under their sweet smell. Emma was dragging her fingers up and down his tops while poking and prodding his pits, belly, and sides with her large feet. He was still laughing in his gag. Chewing Emma’s socks. A flash of consciousness hit him. His hands. His hand had not been bound. He was so overwhelmed by the ticklish sensations goosing his flesh that he forgot about his hands. He could retaliate. Yes, he thought. Terry’s feet are right there on his face. They would be the perfect target. He would dig into her pale arches, send her into tickle hell and would free himself.
Laughing madly as Terry was licking his heel; Mike made a herculean effort to lift his arms. The girls were too distracted by the tenderness of his soles and the sensitivity of his armpits to see his mad dash effort. To him, they seem to be hopelessly gorging themselves on the sounds of his muffled laughter and the sight of his quivering foot flesh. Sending endless jolts of electricity through his veins making him thrust upwards and downwards. Everything from Emma’s plump big toe turning inside his belly button. To the hot breath, exhaling from her nostrils right in between his toes. To Terry greedily sucking all the toes of his left foot while spider tickling his heel. To the strong aroma of her foot planted on his gagged lips. All were screaming at him to give up his foolish endeavour. Nevertheless he persisted.
Terry spotted his wriggling hands from the corner of her eye, mere seconds away from her dainty feet. She let go of his face. It was the first time in over twenty minutes that Mike’s nose was free from their flagrance. She was fast, but not enough. He now held her feet strongly in his grasp. Emma had caught what was going on and both were wide-eyed, waiting for Michael to collect the fruits of his labours.
The dark haired boy used the last ounce of his strength to wrap Terry’s feet around his head where they belonged. He was furiously rubbing and caressing them, frantically inhaling their aroma.
- DMMMPPHHH SHHHHTPHHHMMMHH! DMMMPhhMPPhh SHHtphhMmmm!
They didn’t.
It was a foolish endeavour, Mike thought. Every bone in his body was telling him to give up not because he was overwhelmed with pain, but because he was overwhelmed with pleasure. Completely maddening pleasure. He was simply too scared to process such an unfamiliar feeling. He could feel it now: joy. The same joy that makes Emma’s face beams as she is rubbing her foot on his chest or Terry’s eyes glitter as she is lapping on his soles. Why would he give that up? Why would he reject the trust that these girl freely gave him. Why would he deny himself the wetness of Terry’s tongue on his soles or the taste of Emma’s socks on his own tongue? Why he would deny himself the softness of their soles against his skin or the pleasure of their scent? Why would he deny himself the electrifying feeling of their nails covering every inch of his body? No. The truth of the matter is that denying Emma and Terry access to his ticklish flesh would be nothing less than an act of betrayal, not only to his newfound friends, but also to himself.
*****
5:15 pm
To an outside observer, Michael would look like a slightly quivering puddle of moaning jelly, but on the inside, the only thing he felt was a tired bliss. His hands had given up their grip on Terry’s feet ages ago. Now, the girls had finally completed their unrelenting tickling assault.
- He’s pretty great, isn’t he? Said Terry.
- Mppphhh. Muffled Emma.
- Come on, go make some space behind him and rub his back and shoulders. I’ll take care of his feet.
Emma carefully opened the closet door and sat down behind Mike. She wrapped her legs around him, sitting in a lotus position while kneading his back. Her lips and nose rubbing the sole holding the back of his head.
Mike slowly took notice of his surroundings. Both girls were lovingly pampering him. Terry felt his face moving underneath her foot.
- Hi there, are you ok?
Mike’s moan was so weak that Emma barely heard it.
- I didn’t catch that. You must be really tired. How about this: Breath in between my toes deeply. Once for “yes” and twice for “no”. Is that too complicated?
Mike breathed in. Deeply. Twice.
- Good. Do you feel unwell?
Two. Deep. Breaths.
- I’m happy too hear it. Would you prefer to go home?
Two. Deep. Breaths
- So you won’t be too tired to tickle Emma later?
Two.
Deep.
Breaths.
- Atta boy. She said, calmly massaging his soles.
- Emma, princess, you’re ready for your turn?
Emma breathed deeply into her foot once. Terry smiled and carefully untangled herself from Mike’s body. The young man started moaning. Terry was standing tall, stretching her slim figure.
- What is it Mike? His something wrong?
Weakly, he pointed one finger at her feet. Terry understood.
- I get it Mikey boy. Every time Emma and I do a sleepover, we sleep face-to-feet. But I can’t stay like this forever.
- Ymmph Shmmpph. Emma replied, pointing at Terry’s black flat.
- Atta girl.
She took the shoe and the roll of tape and wrapped the inside of it on his mouth and nose. Mike sighed happily.
- Now chop chop princess! Let’s lay him on the couch downstairs for a bit. Then we’ll work you over.
Michael Tanner felt Emma standing and carefully picking him up under his shoulders, her fingers beneath the shoe were gently rubbing his taped lips. He could see Terry holding his shins, bending a bit to keep his two big toes within her mouth, affectionately suckling them. They were slowly carrying him down the steps to the basement. Their secret garden. Their Inner Sanctum. This does not come as a surprise to him.
After all…
He is one of them.
The end.
3:00 pm
Young Michael Tanner didn’t expect his first day at his new high school to turn out so well, but how can anyone expect a chance meeting with the mischievous Theresa “Terry” Carmichael and the sweet Emma Delgado. The two young women took to their new bus companion instantly, and even let him partake in their morning ritual: the tickling of a dozed off Emma’s tanned, meaty and thoroughly sensitive feet. Thanks to them, his worries were swept away and his day passed by in a flash.
As the bell rang, Mike wandered the halls when Terry and Emma each took one of his arms. Emma, walking up right, must have been about 5 feet 10 inches tall (just like him). The shorter Terry was laying into him, enthusiastically rubbing her cheek against the white sleeve of his hoodie.
- So, still going with us after school? We’re going to Emma’s place. I always hang around with her after class! Her basement as a killer set-up. Said Terry, grinning.
- Is it ok? Mike said, turning to Emma.
- Don’t worry, my mother never comes home until 6:30, and doesn’t have any problems with friends as long as we clean up after ourselves.
- Well, sure. But I’ll have to ask my mom.
*****
3:20 pm
Turns out that Mike’s mother had no problems with him meeting up with two attractive girls of his age. Especially since Emma only lives half a mile from his place and he could easily walk in time for supper at 7 pm. The bus ride to Emma held no tickling incident. However, as Terry was passionately trying to shatter his belief that The Matrix was deservedly more praised than Dark City something did caught the dark haired boy’s attention. Emma was calmly, and with great purpose, pushing off her white sneakers, as though she feared that the pop of her heels would be deafening.
All the while, she was looking out the window; her thick body slouched against it. The girl’s efforts revealed two white ankle socks covered feet, but she was not done. The girl used her plump toes to take off her socks, baring her smooth soles to the world. Following this, she used the toes of her left foot to unzip the front pocket of her school bag, and those of her right foot to put them in. Her mission accomplished, she crossed her ankles and started scrunching her soles, revealing every wrinkle to…
- So, what do ya think?! Terry said.
- Huh? Yes… um… The Matrix is still better than Dark City.
- Dark City? That was ages ago! Twin Peaks Mike, that’s what I’m talking about. On what planet are you?
Terry followed his gaze turning her back to him. Although he wasn’t able to see her face, he could have sworn she was shivering.
*****
4:05 pm
Emma was cheerfully explaining her recipe for the perfect pancakes as the trio reach her home. It was a well built, but anonymous, suburban house with a well kept lawn and a couple of beautiful flowerbeds. She unlocked the door, and let her friends enter first. It was a small entrance hall with a two stairwells. The one on the right lead to the living room and the left lead to the basement. Facing the basement stairs was a small closet. Terry was barely inside when she chucked her black flats and dashed down to the basement.
- I’m taking a soda!
- Don’t forget to put a new one in the fridge please. Said Emma.
She turned to Mike.
- You can put your shoes in the closet please.
Mike nodded smiling and crouched down to unlace his black sneakers. His noble endeavour was interrupted when the olive skinned teen turned away, flicking her ponytail. She held her left hand against a ramp, her body slightly bended over, giving him a very desirable view of her round jeans clad buttocks. She used her right hand to quickly unlaced and shed her left shoe. Revealing a large sole, darkened around the ball, heel and digits of the toes. Mike stifled a gulp at the sight of her bare sockless foot coming out of her sneakers. She wiggled the toes to air them out and repeated the process with the other shoe. All this was happening less than two feet from Mike’s face. She turned to face him, her soles flat on the ground allowing him to admire her tanned tops and beautiful nails.
- Are you ok? She said.
Mike looked up. Crouched as he was, still only halfway into untying his second shoe, she was towering over him. He was beet red, feeling like a kid caught stealing from the cookie jar. He nodded.
- Are you sure? Can I get you something?
Lost in her green eyes, Michael could only see concern and warmth, not judgment. He decided to bite the bullet.
- N..No. No. It’s just…just your… you have beautiful feet. He blurted out, trying to point them nonchalantly.
- Thank you. She replied, beaming.
Emma took a step forward lifted her right foot and used the top and toes to caress the underside of his chin.
- I try to take good care of them.
Silk. It felt like silk on his skin. Mike had trouble believing how such smoothness was possible. Yet, the biggest surprise was the smell. It was like her: strong, but
sweet. Mike wondered what kind of lotions she must have been using.
- You don’t… you don’t just try.
- Thank you, sincerely. It feels nice to be complimented, even more when it’s from a cute boy.
- Mm.. me .. cute? Ww-well you know. They are… it’s my p-pl-pleasu. My pleas-mmph!
The ball of Emma’s foot was covering his mouth, silencing him. His nose was stuck between her toes, the scent was now overpowering.
- I’m sorry to interrupt you like this. I know it’s rude. Please, don’t be embarrassed. It’s not what I want believe me.
He believed her. With every fiber of his being. He nodded.
- Thank you. I’m thinking about Terry. She’s probably antsy waiting downstairs. She hasn’t played with my feet since morning. She never shows that level of restraint. That’s because we both enjoyed spending the day with you and she didn’t want to scare you away. But I think that honesty is the best policy. If it’s too much for you, that’s ok, but the heart of the matter is that foot play is an integral part of our relationship. One that we can’t deny ourselves. We both want to include you in our games. Do you want to play with us?
Mike felt lost, but the foot caressing his lips showed him the way.
- Mmphh. He grunted, nodding.
Emma smiled, but to Mike, she still looked unsure about something. To his chagrin, she took off her foot and took her backpack. He silently waited. Then, she took from the bag her white socks and a large roll of clear packing tape. She crouched down to his level, holding the socks in one hand and the tape in the other.
- Mike, I know we’ve just met. I can’t just demand that you… that you trust me. I… Can I… can…
Michael opened his mouth wide. Emma let out a sigh of relief.
- Thank you buddy.
Carefully she placed both ankle socks in his mouth, and asked him to close it. Then she neatly wrapped a single strip around his head, cutting the tape with her teeth. As she was lovingly smoothing the tape on his lips, Emma let out a single cry. Both their heads turned.
It was Terry. Her lithe frame was sprawled on the stairs like a cat, an empty soda bottle next to her. Her teeth were sunk into the flesh of Emma’s right foot. She let it go.
- Well, well, whatcha all still doing here? Leaving me waiting downstairs all alone like a sucker.
Terry pounced and was now only an inch from Mike’s face, one fingernail playfully caressing his tape-covered lips. The sensation sent shivers down his spine.
-Mmmph, Mike grunted.
-Shush Mikey boy. You’re one of us now, you don’t have to worry.
With lightning-fast reflexes, Terry pushed him on his ass, his back against the closet door and she wrapped herself around him. Her head was by his feet and each of her foot against his face. Her toes were firmly clenching his cheeks. Her feet were different from Emma’s, they were longer, paler and a bit rougher, but they smelled just as good. They must be sharing some beauty products.
-Mmmpph!
- Are you ok, Mike? Said Emma.
- Yes. Are you still with us? Added Terry, while massaging the ball of her right foot on his face and ear.
- Ymmph.
-Atta boy! Now, Mikey, you must apply the first rule of the Delgado household: “No shoes and socks allowed inside the house.”
Terry ravenously ripped his black sneakers throwing them carelessly in the basement and held his thick grey socks in her hand like a trophy won in bloody combat. She appraised his bare soles, and caressed them with her nose. She took a small, quick breath of the underside of his toes.
- Not too shabby for a boy’s, light on the tops, nails clipped, darkened balls and heels. What do you think Emma?
- Yes, they’re pretty. She replied, still crouched.
- Aren’t ya tired of this position? Sit down. Look, his hands aren’t tied, your feet could reach them. Whatcha think Mike? Want to give our common friend Emma a nice little foot rub?
- Yshmmph. He nodded enthusiastically under Terry’ soles.
- Atta boy. You’re a real gentleman, the vixen said, playfully rubbing her nose on his left arch.
- Thank you Michael, I always appreciate it when a friend shows care for my feet.
Mike placed his hands just in time for Emma’s large feet to slide in his palms like butter. He started to knead her soles and pass his fingers between her toes firmly and without hesitation.
- That feels so good. Said Emma, her body slightly shaking.
- Now, now, don’t think I forgot about you too missy. It’s time for you to cut the chit chat.
Terry casually put Mike’s grey socks in Emma’s hand, but her eyes were full of longing. Both girls stared at each other for a moment, and Emma turned her gaze to the tape gagged young man. Mike looked at her; still massaging her arches when he saw the tall girl, her round face smiling, shove his own socks in her mouth. Then she proceed to neatly wrapped the clear tape around her head the same way she did to him, with the notable difference that she bended over to allow Terry the chance to cut the strip with her teeth.
- I lmmph ymmph. She grunted while lovingly smoothing the tape over her juicy lips.
- Me too, princess.
As she was saying this, Terry repositioned her feet. Putting the sole of one on his lips with his nose in between her toes, and the top of the other behind his head, holding it firmly in place.
- Mike, can I ask you something?
- Ysmmph?
- Are you ticklish?
A lightning bolt streaked through his body as Terry dug her slender fingers with long and very sharp nails deep into his sensitive flesh.
- MMMMMMMPPPPHHHHH! MMMMPPPPHHHHMMHHHHHPPPPHHH!
- I didn’t get that. I guess we’ll find out. Right Emma?
Another pair of hand, bigger, but much more delicate that Terry’s were skittering its nails on the top of his feet. His hands were no longer massaging, but flailing about.
-Mmmphh! Mmmpphh! Shhtopmmmhhh!
Terry’s grip on his body was surprisingly strong for such a slim girl, but he was truly helpless. Each girl had taken control of one of his feet. Wild Terry, holding his left foot completely still, was ferociously biting and licking his sole. Covering all the ground from heel, to the side and the instep. Her toes were intermittently clutching his nose. Gentle Emma was using both hands to tenderly spider tickle the top and sole of his right foot. At the same time, she was caressing her nose and gagged lips across the tip of his toes.
Suddenly, Mike felt a pair of meaty soles, smooth as silk, slipping underneath his hoodie and t-shirt. Emma was slowly rubbing her feet against his belly, chest and sides. She gently pulled his left nipple, while dragging her remaining foot all the way up to the underside of his chin, caressing it. Tortuous Terry, and sweet, sweet Emma, Mike thought. However, beware the nice ones. She slid her sole back under his shirt and repositioned both feet, right in his armpits, poking them.
-MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPHHHHHH!!
The caresses were over. Terry was holding all his toes so that Emma could slither her nails on the small tender skin under his toes.
- Ohmmmph Mmmppphh Gmmppphhh!!
Curse her sudden, but inevitable betrayal Mike realized. Who wouldn’t give in to temptation with such a ticklish prize on a plate? Emma might be sweet, but she was not a saint. It was naïve of him to assume such a thing. It was the last thing that passed through his mind as he was overwhelmed by ticklishness.
*****
4:35 pm
Michael could not feel his spine anymore, only the shivers running through it. His friends’ attack had been relentless. Now, Terry was raking his soles up and down while getting a taste of the side of his left foot. She was still trapping his head with her strong feet. Buried under their sweet smell. Emma was dragging her fingers up and down his tops while poking and prodding his pits, belly, and sides with her large feet. He was still laughing in his gag. Chewing Emma’s socks. A flash of consciousness hit him. His hands. His hand had not been bound. He was so overwhelmed by the ticklish sensations goosing his flesh that he forgot about his hands. He could retaliate. Yes, he thought. Terry’s feet are right there on his face. They would be the perfect target. He would dig into her pale arches, send her into tickle hell and would free himself.
Laughing madly as Terry was licking his heel; Mike made a herculean effort to lift his arms. The girls were too distracted by the tenderness of his soles and the sensitivity of his armpits to see his mad dash effort. To him, they seem to be hopelessly gorging themselves on the sounds of his muffled laughter and the sight of his quivering foot flesh. Sending endless jolts of electricity through his veins making him thrust upwards and downwards. Everything from Emma’s plump big toe turning inside his belly button. To the hot breath, exhaling from her nostrils right in between his toes. To Terry greedily sucking all the toes of his left foot while spider tickling his heel. To the strong aroma of her foot planted on his gagged lips. All were screaming at him to give up his foolish endeavour. Nevertheless he persisted.
Terry spotted his wriggling hands from the corner of her eye, mere seconds away from her dainty feet. She let go of his face. It was the first time in over twenty minutes that Mike’s nose was free from their flagrance. She was fast, but not enough. He now held her feet strongly in his grasp. Emma had caught what was going on and both were wide-eyed, waiting for Michael to collect the fruits of his labours.
The dark haired boy used the last ounce of his strength to wrap Terry’s feet around his head where they belonged. He was furiously rubbing and caressing them, frantically inhaling their aroma.
- DMMMPPHHH SHHHHTPHHHMMMHH! DMMMPhhMPPhh SHHtphhMmmm!
They didn’t.
It was a foolish endeavour, Mike thought. Every bone in his body was telling him to give up not because he was overwhelmed with pain, but because he was overwhelmed with pleasure. Completely maddening pleasure. He was simply too scared to process such an unfamiliar feeling. He could feel it now: joy. The same joy that makes Emma’s face beams as she is rubbing her foot on his chest or Terry’s eyes glitter as she is lapping on his soles. Why would he give that up? Why would he reject the trust that these girl freely gave him. Why would he deny himself the wetness of Terry’s tongue on his soles or the taste of Emma’s socks on his own tongue? Why he would deny himself the softness of their soles against his skin or the pleasure of their scent? Why would he deny himself the electrifying feeling of their nails covering every inch of his body? No. The truth of the matter is that denying Emma and Terry access to his ticklish flesh would be nothing less than an act of betrayal, not only to his newfound friends, but also to himself.
*****
5:15 pm
To an outside observer, Michael would look like a slightly quivering puddle of moaning jelly, but on the inside, the only thing he felt was a tired bliss. His hands had given up their grip on Terry’s feet ages ago. Now, the girls had finally completed their unrelenting tickling assault.
- He’s pretty great, isn’t he? Said Terry.
- Mppphhh. Muffled Emma.
- Come on, go make some space behind him and rub his back and shoulders. I’ll take care of his feet.
Emma carefully opened the closet door and sat down behind Mike. She wrapped her legs around him, sitting in a lotus position while kneading his back. Her lips and nose rubbing the sole holding the back of his head.
Mike slowly took notice of his surroundings. Both girls were lovingly pampering him. Terry felt his face moving underneath her foot.
- Hi there, are you ok?
Mike’s moan was so weak that Emma barely heard it.
- I didn’t catch that. You must be really tired. How about this: Breath in between my toes deeply. Once for “yes” and twice for “no”. Is that too complicated?
Mike breathed in. Deeply. Twice.
- Good. Do you feel unwell?
Two. Deep. Breaths.
- I’m happy too hear it. Would you prefer to go home?
Two. Deep. Breaths
- So you won’t be too tired to tickle Emma later?
Two.
Deep.
Breaths.
- Atta boy. She said, calmly massaging his soles.
- Emma, princess, you’re ready for your turn?
Emma breathed deeply into her foot once. Terry smiled and carefully untangled herself from Mike’s body. The young man started moaning. Terry was standing tall, stretching her slim figure.
- What is it Mike? His something wrong?
Weakly, he pointed one finger at her feet. Terry understood.
- I get it Mikey boy. Every time Emma and I do a sleepover, we sleep face-to-feet. But I can’t stay like this forever.
- Ymmph Shmmpph. Emma replied, pointing at Terry’s black flat.
- Atta girl.
She took the shoe and the roll of tape and wrapped the inside of it on his mouth and nose. Mike sighed happily.
- Now chop chop princess! Let’s lay him on the couch downstairs for a bit. Then we’ll work you over.
Michael Tanner felt Emma standing and carefully picking him up under his shoulders, her fingers beneath the shoe were gently rubbing his taped lips. He could see Terry holding his shins, bending a bit to keep his two big toes within her mouth, affectionately suckling them. They were slowly carrying him down the steps to the basement. Their secret garden. Their Inner Sanctum. This does not come as a surprise to him.
After all…
He is one of them.
The end.
I envy him.
