FreakyFieryFeline
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After a fun-filled day of getting to know each other and constant teasing, the time has finally come for Faye to get her punishment for losing the VC Challenge. Tied to the bed and at the mercy of three merciless ticklers, she’s about to get everything she ever wanted.
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Simone sat back on the bedside, fingers lightly grazing Faye’s bound wrist.
“There we go…all tied up, just the way she likes. Can you get free, Kitty?” She asked, biting her lip. She already knew the answer — Faye wouldn’t escape even if she could — but also knew that they both wanted to hear her say it.
Faye tugged on her wrists, then her ankles, grunting and straining. Her efforts wasted, she went limp with an exaggerated pout that could barely contain her giddy grin.
“I’m soooo helpless! Ooh, you’re such a wicked Mommy, tying up a helpless little girl like me.” Her voice hitched, an amorous blush spilling onto her cheeks as her lips parted, already panting. “Wh-what are you going to do to me? I’m all tied up…you could do anything!”
Simone giggled. Her nails dipped a little lower, scratching Faye’s biceps dangerously close to the edge of her armpit. The way the captured fairy squirmed and fought to keep from giggling made her heart’s pitter-patter quicken. No matter how many times they played this game, it was always just as thrilling as the first time.
Except this wasn’t just another game. This time, Players 3 and 4 were joining in on the fun. Simone turned to the foot of the bed and craned an eyebrow.
“Well?” She asked. “What do you think?” One nail swirled around the edge of Faye’s armpit, but refused to dip any further. In response to her frustrated moan, Simone let her nails flutter up to the fairy’s neck, teasing under her chin. “She makes such a sexy little damsel, doesn’t she?”
“Mmmm, I’m in soooo much distress,” Faye purred between giggles. “Please don’t torture me.”
“Holy fuck.” Cassidy’s high-pitched, breathless groan caused both Simone and Kiran to laugh. His cheeks caught fire in response, eyes darting to the side. “I mean — she’s, uh…you’re both um…”
“You’re both gorgeous, Mama. And Giggles, here? Mmm,” Kiran leaned forward on the foot of the bed, lightly caressing the top of Faye’s foot. Her leg jerked as if she’d been shocked, a short shriek interrupting her frantic giggles. “So stinkin’ hot. She’s been teasin’ us with these big, sexy feet all day and I just cannot wait to see if they’re as soft as they look.”
“Oh, even softer. They’re downright magical. And…” Simone trailed off, spider-walking her fingers across Faye’s collarbone, back to tease the outer edge of her armpit. “They’re more ticklish than you could ever imagine. I can make her cum with just one fingernail. Can’t I, Kitty?”
“Mmrr Ehehehe! Yehehes, M-Mahahahmmeehehehe!” Faye’s head was rolled back, her lips parted in a perpetual smile, a wild look in her eyes. With every scratch, she squirmed and writhed, trying to inch her way closer. “Pl-Plehease dohon’t tickle mehehe! I’m soooo ticklish!”
“Oh, we’re gonna tickle you, Kitty. I’m going to tickle your armpits…your belly…your breasts and nipples. And you’re just going to lay there and take it because you’ve been so very naughty.” Simone reached for the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head in a single movement. “And while I’m doing that? Our new friends…” She bent over, whispering in Faye’s ear. “Are going to tickle your big, soft, floppy feet until you…” Simone drew in a long, deep breath, then breathed it out in one word. “Cum.”
Seeing that Faye was properly short-circuited — red-faced, giggling uncontrollably, visibly drooling — Simone turned around and slid out of her skirt. She kicked it off her foot, then rose to her feet. Feeling Kiran and Cassidy’s eyes on her, she couldn’t help but smirk. Couldn’t help but take her time, unclasping her bra, sliding it off one arm, then the other and letting it drop to the floor. Then, she slipped her fingers beneath the hem of her panties and pushed them down, pointed her ass at the other two.
“Well?” She asked, turning to them wearing nothing but her nylons, her cute little cock hard as steel. At the sight of their wide-eyed awe, her grin widened, and a drop of precum twinkled on her tip. “Do you want to join me? Or maybe,” Simone placed a hand on her hip and shifted her weight. “You want me to help?”
“Mmm, tempting, Mama. But, I think I can handle myself.” Kiran said with a wink. They tossed off their shirt, then stepped out of shorts and shed their boxers without a hint of hesitation. “Ooh, that is so much better.” They said with a sigh, pushing back their hair with one hand, the other tracing a line down their stomach to the lips of their pussy.
“So, what sort of safe words are working with? Anything we should know before we start?” Kiran returned to the edge of the bed, draping one leg across Faye’s ankle. They grabbed her foot, causing Faye to jump, but instead of tickling, they pressed their fingers into her plush sole and rubbed her foot. “Double-ewe — tee — eff. You weren’t kidding, Mama! Oh snap, her feet are so squishy and soft!”
Their fingers sank into the soft skin, Faye’s leg jerking with every knead and squeeze. Her giggles melted into moans, and her tongue rolled out of her mouth.
“Mmmm, ahhh, oooh…your hands are soooo…” Faye shook her head and whimpered. “I’ve been too naughty for this…you need to punish me first.”
“Don’t you worry, Giggles. I’m gonna make this big, soft, ticklish foot scream.” Kiran said with a laugh. Between squeezes, they snuck in a quick rake of just one nail to draw a squeal out of her. “But, I wanna know the rules, you know? So you don’t get hurt.”
Simone laughed. “You don’t have to worry about that. Faye doesn’t have a safe word. Isn’t that right, Kitty?”
Faye nodded her head with a wide, dreamy grin. “Mmhmm. I want you to destroy me. Just tickle, and tickle, and tickle me until I’m screaming, and crying, and cumming.” She moaned and continued in a shallow, breathy voice. Her toes curled, and a visible stream of desire spilled down her trembling thighs. “I’m so helpless and so, so, so ticklish. I’ve been such a bad kitty. I need you to make me your helpless little giggle slut until you think I’ve had enough.”
Kiran blinked. They turned to look at Cassidy. Face beet red. Jaw hanging open. Shorts ready to burst. They laughed. Cute as it would be to tease Cassidy, they couldn’t deny feeling the same way. That shockingly blunt little speech had set their loins on fire.
“That right? Okay then, but be careful what you wish for, Giggles.”
Faye whimpered and moaned. She spread her toes, stretching her foot taut in Kiran’s grip. “Don’t tickle my feet…anywhere but my feet. They’re just…too ticklish.”
The three turned to Cassidy when the latter cleared his throat. He wilted under their combined stare, shivering when Faye’s amorous gaze met his.
“Is there,” he cleared his throat again, “anything you, um, don’t like? Anything we should — ahem — not do?” His eyes widened, and lips shrank into a tight pucker when Simone laughed and winked at him.
“There is nothing you can do to tickle her that she won’t like. Well, just no heavy pain play. Faye’s really sensitive and doesn’t like smacking or whipping or anything like that.” She stood from the bed and walked over to Cassidy, caressing his face. “But other than that? Tickle her anyway you want it, cuz that’s the way she needs it.”
“Haha! Nice.” Kiran chuckled. “I love the Beatles.”
Simone blinked. Her smoldering gaze vanished in bewildered disbelief. “Hang on, seriously? That — I’m sorry, this is so unimportant but — wasn’t the Beatles. Did you really think that was the Beatles?”
“They’re just fuckin’ with you,” Cassidy murmured, leaning into the hand still caressing his face with a dreamy, half-lidded gaze. “Journey is one of three bands Kiran actually knows.”
“Yup! My bad, Mama. Steven Tyler is one of my favorite singers.”
Simone’s brow furrowed. She opened her mouth to argue, but spotting the grin on Kiran’s face, she decided against it. With a sigh, she turned to look at Cassidy again. Like a switch flipping, her sensual croon returned.
“Do you need Mommy to help you out of those pants, Big Boy?” She took a step closer, stealing the last distance between them, and brushed her knee against the side of his bulge. “I know I’m eager to see what you’ve been hiding from us. I bet Faye will love to see it, too.”
Faye’s ears perked up. She lifted her head and grinned. “Show me! Show me, show me, show me! I wanna see your cock, Sissy!”
“You gonna give the girl what she wants?” Simone kissed Cassidy’s neck and nipped his ear. “I’ve seen you staring at her feet. Licking your lips. Adjusting your shorts. You wanna taste them, don’t you?” Another kiss. A softer whisper. “They taste like Heaven…and she is so…so…so ticklish.” With every ‘so’ Simone stroked him with her knee and caressed his leg with her foot.
“I, um…if — ahem — if it’s…c-cool with y-you.” Cassidy shivered and his eyes fluttered shut as Simone’s lips claimed his in a soft, nearly-chaste kiss. When she pulled away, he opened his eyes to her staring back.
She was licking her lips.
“I wanna see it, too. Show Mommy what you’ve got in there.” Simone took hold of his shorts and applied a gentle pressure. They fell an inch, and she stopped. “Can I take your pants off…Sissy?”
“Oh fuck yes.”
Another inch. Then another. When she ran into resistance, she looked up at him with a coy grin. Then, one final push and his cock came loose, bouncing with joy at its newfound freedom.
“Oh my —”
“Holy fuck! You’re so big!” Faye purred and tugged at her restraints. “Please promise me you’ll fuck me. Please, please, please!” When Simone’s slender little fingers wrapped around Cassidy’s cock — it looked even bigger in her tiny hand — she threw her head back and groaned. “No fair…”
Simone kissed Cassidy again and gave his cock a soft stroke. “I’ll get her warmed up for you. Now, while I’m gone I want you to be a good boy,” she pinched Faye’s big toe and scratched right along her arch, “and give this big, sexy foot the tickling of a lifetime. Can you do that?”
“NYAHAHAHAHAHA! NOT THERE!”
Faye’s sudden scream and explosion of laughter brought Cassidy’s heart crashing into his throat. Not trusting himself to speak, he simply nodded his head.
“I’m sorry if I’m hogging your boyfriend, Kiran.” Simone said as she returned to the giant enby’s side. She wrapped her arms around their neck, pressing a long, full kiss onto their lips. To her delight, Kiran’s hands snaked around her hips and pulled her close. Their tongue brushed her lips, and she eagerly parted them.
“Mmm…” Kiran broke the kiss first. Gentle fingers stroked the small of her back, the shivers it sent rolling up her spine not going unnoticed. “That’s okay, Mama. He’s fun to share and needs a little encouragement.” Another kiss, deeper than the first. “Besides, we’re already sharing your girlfriend. So it’s only fair.”
Simone giggled. “I suppose so. Do you want me to show you where she’s most ticklish?”
“MY FEET!”
“Or do you want to figure it out for yourself?”
“IT’S MY FEET! MY FEET!” Faye’s toes wiggled, foot flapping in Kiran’s grasp.
“Mmmm, nah. I think I’ll wing it. If you spoil the surprise, I might neglect the rest of Giggles’ adorable foot.” Kiran lightly scratched Faye’s heel while pinching her little toe.
“Ya — HAHAHA — hahahas! TEEHEE — heeheeckle mehehe mohohore!”
“That’s fair. Every inch of these great big stompies deserve to be tickle, tickle, tickled!” Simone joined Kiran, scratching the pad of her big toe. Faye’s laughter rose an octave. Her toes spread wider to give them both plenty of room to tickle her. “I’ll leave these beauties to you two.” She kissed Kiran once more, then blew a kiss to Cassidy and climbed on the bed.
She crawled over Faye, returning to the empty spot on her left side. There, she curled up against her and laid her head on the fairy’s shoulder. “Are you ready for Mommy’s tickles, my naughty little kitty?”
Already a giggling, squirming mess, Faye replied with a frantic nod. “Sohohoho tihihicklish! Neehehehed tihihickles!”
“Alright,” Simone sang, raising her hand up into the air. She wiggled her fingers, slowly bringing them down. Faye’s body vibrated against her, struggling to hold still and struggling to squirm all the same. Her legs wrapped around the fairy’s, grinding her hard little cock against her trembling thigh. “Here it coooomes. Tiiiiiickle, tickle, tickle…”
The first scratch was the worst. A single brush of her nails along the outer edge of Faye’s armpit, only this time, she didn’t stop. One scratch turned to two, then three, sinking deeper into the sensitive hollow. A gentle flutter of nails. A peal of unfettered giggles.
“Hehehehe! EEK! Hehehehe!” Faye tossed her head to the side. Struggled to pull away. But wrapped in Simone’s body and bound tight as she was, there wasn’t an inch to give. No matter how she twisted or turned, there was no escaping the fingernails dancing in her armpit.
Simone’s lips brushed her cheek, breath tickling her twitching ear. “Coochie coo. Who’s Mommy’s ticklish little kitty? Gitchy goo! Gitchy, gitchy! Mommy’s gonna get you and you can’t get away…ticklish pitties. Tickle, tickle, my little Tickle Fairy!”
“Eehehehe! M-MEHEHEHE — I AHAHAHAHAM! — S-SO TICKLEEHEHEHE!”
As Faye’s laughter rose another notch, Simone glanced down at the foot of the bed and grinned.
Kiran could not believe their luck. No, not luck, providence or something fancy like that. Not only was GiggleFit the best duo partner they’d ever had — and the most fun player they’d ever met — but she was also a drop dead gorgeous tickle magnet with the most amazing feet ever. So much room. Such soft, pudgy skin. Every toe scrunch, every desperate wiggle. They were captivating.
“A little tickle here…oh! That’s a good spot! What about here? Hm? Here?” With a single finger, Kiran lightly scratched the pillowy flesh at random. Her heel, then her little toe. Instep, then heel again, but higher. Along the top of her foot, back down along the outside edge.
“EEK! HEHEHE! AH — AHAHAHA NOHOHO! — EEEHEHEHE!”
Everywhere got a squeak or a squeal or a shriek. Every little scratch caused her foot to tremble and shake, but also press into Kiran’s groin as if urging them to continue.
“Mmhmhm,” Kiran’s lips curled upward, their eyes narrowing. “I see…what about here?” Their finger swept along the underside of her spread toes, back across the plush ball of her foot, then dipped down into her high, soft arch. Right in the center, slow, teasing little finger wiggles.
“NYAAAAAAHAHAHAHA! — AHA! AHAHAHA! — TIHIHIHICKLES!” An octave higher, her voice cracked. Laughter, like an oddly comforting warm, wet blanket poured out of her.
It made their insides tingle. Made their head fuzzy. Kiran licked their lips and slid closer, wrapping their leg tighter around Faye’s ankle. They brought their other hand in and added a second finger.
Her frantic wiggling intensified, foot leaning into the touch. Stoking the fire between their thighs, vibrating against their hot pussy. Kiran bit their lip and groaned. “Tickle, tickle, Giggles. Tickle, tickle…” Their voice was an airy moan. Hips grinding, scratches growing just the faintest bit deeper.
“Mmmm, tickle, tickle…”
Fucking, fucking, fuck shit, FUCK. Cassidy was losing his goddamned mind. Lunch with his partner’s internet friend had escalated so quickly, so suddenly that he was still struggling to believe that any of this was real. That he was really kneeling at the foot of a bed, staring at the biggest, most fucking incredible foot he’d ever seen. Toes wiggling, scrunching the expanse of her supple sole with a sea of juicy wrinkles, begging him to come closer.
His mouth watered and hands shook. Fingers twitching, he reached out and ran his fingertips lightly down the length of her sole. Fuck. It felt amazing, softer than silk, fingers sinking into her skin with only the gentlest of pressure.
“AAAAHAHAHA! MY FEEEEHEHEHEHET! NOHOHOHOT MY FEEEEHEHEHET!” And her voice. Oh, fucking fuck her voice. Every high-pitched shrieking giggle was like a lightning bolt straight to the base of his cock.
Simone warned them. Hell, Faye warned them about her laughter. Something to do with her fairy magic — the full explanation was way over his head — made hearing her giggle feel like taking a shot. Full-blown laughter was like a bottle of Everclear straight to the tickle-addicted part of his brain. No one had touched him, hell, he’d barely touched her.
But just one brush of his fingertips across her sole and he was already leaking. The pressure in his cock was profound, maddening. Skin tingling, hips thrusting in rhythm with her rapid fire peals of laughter. He had never, ever, ever needed to cum so bad.
“Okay…okay, I can do this.” Cassidy looked over at Kiran, then up at Simone. They were both mesmerized, attacking Faye’s trembling body with light, persistent tickles. If someone was going to tell him to stop, they’d have said it already. Right? Then, it was okay if he — Cassidy swallowed and leaned in closer — did it too.
Right?
“Okay. Um, t-t-t —” His lips screwed shut. He couldn’t make himself say the “T-word” just yet. He settled for brushing his cheek against her toes. So fucking soft, holy shit. A moan fell from his lips when her foot pressed against his face, caressing him back. “I c-can…j-just do it already…”
Licking his lips, Cassidy brought his hand up and grazed her sole from toe to heel with his nails once more. Faye’s foot trembled, caressing his face as a squeal broke through the constant stream of laughter.
His heart did a flip in his chest, and a dribble of precum spilled down his cock.
“YEHEHEHES! JAAAHAHAHAHA — JUST LIHIHIKE THAHAHAT! TIHIHIHICKLE MEHEHEHE S-S-SISSEEEHEHEHE!”
How the fuck is this real? Cassidy’s eyes fell shut. Rubbing his face against her sole, he lightly, tenderly walked his fingers up her heel to her toes, then back down again. He licked his lips again, saying ,”T-tick…T-tickle, tickle.”
Good boy. That’s it. Get her! Make her scream! Simone’s thoughts ran wild, torn between watching Cassidy’s blooming teasing and Kiran’s steadily intensifying torment. A tremor ran through her kitten’s body, a sudden jerk of her hips, followed by a twitch between her thighs.
“Soooooomeooooone’s about to cuuuuuum.” Simone sang, grinding her cock against Faye’s leg. Like Cassidy, she was on the verge of bursting, but she didn’t dare let it out yet. Not when there was still so much longer to go. Ten minutes was nothing to Faye. No, her kitty’s engine could purr for hours and hours. “Don’t you dare,” she whispered in Faye’s ear. “Not yet, Kitty. You’ve been so very naughty. Mommy won’t let you cum yet.”
The fingers that had been tormenting Faye’s armpit finally left, scribbling down her ribs on a lethargic journey toward the fairy’s bouncing, pudgy belly.
“NAHAHAHT THAHAHAT! NOHOHOHO! MO — MAAHAHAH! — MOMMY PLEEHEHEHEASE! NOHOHOHT MY TUHUHUHUMMEEHEHEHE!” She knew. Of course, she knew. She was hoping it would come next. Faye loved having her armpits tickled, but she loved having her chubby tummy tickled. A pinch on her sides made her squeak; a handful of her love handles made her scream.
But creeping, crawling spider fingers taking their time to wander her tummy? Oh, that drove her fricking bonkers. Her hips bounced; her back arched. Hair flying as she thrashed her head. But the tears rolling down her burning cheeks weren’t a sign to stop. No, Simone knew better.
Being tickled until she cried was just a warmup for the Tickle Fairy.
“I’m gonna…get you! Gitchy, gitchy, get you! I’m gonna…get you! Here! Here! How about here?” Simone’s breath quickened, teeth teasing the edge of Faye’s ear while her fingers darted across her belly at random. Fluttering scratches. Playful pokes. Pinches and squeezes alike. Anything that made Faye laugh caused the need between her thighs to grow.
And everything made Faye laugh.
“Naughty, naughty little Kitty. Tickle, tickle, ticklish Kitty. Are you gonna cum?” Simone tutted and shook her head. “You better not. Mommy doesn’t want you to cum yet. You’ve been just too, too, too naughty to cum yet. You need more…” Simone paused, raising her hand in the air. Then, she struck, digging her fingers into her chubby belly. “Coochie coos! More coochie, coochie, coos! No cumming yet! Uh uh, not yet!”
“I NEEEEHEHEHEHED TOOOOOOOO — AAAAAHAHAHAHA! — I’M SOHOHOHO HORNEEEHEHEHE! PLEHEHEASE! LEHEHET MEEEEE!” Big fat tears rolled down Faye’s cheeks. Her chest heaved with every explosive burst of laughter. Wheezing to catch her breath, only to expel it out again in another scream, she thrashed her head from side to side and clenched her toes tight as she could.
Cassidy’s lips brushed her little toe — she shrieked.
Kiran’s nails dug into the wrinkles on her arch — she screamed.
Somehow, even with her whole body lit up like a Christmas tree, a non-stop ticklish current racing up her legs and bubbling within her tortured tummy, she could feel every touch clear as crystal. She squealed when Simone pinched her sides. She struggled to breathe when Cassidy’s random teasing and Kiran’s focused scratches lined up on both arches.
She was a naughty giggly little kitty, and oh-my-god-please-someone-save-me she needed to cum. So bad. Worse than bad. Every fiber of her being was like a firework with a lit fuse that was refusing to go off.
Lips!
Scratches!
“Coochie coo coo…tickle, tickle, pretty Kitty.” Simone’s voice in her ear was enough to make her melt. Every word flicking her throbbing clit and pushing her past the boiling point. Then, she said the words that Faye was dying to hear. “Are you Mommy’s good girl?”
“YES! OH MY GAHAHAHAHAWD YEEEHEHEHES! I’M A GOOHOHOHOD LITTLE TIHIHIHICKLE GIRL! PLEHEHEASE! — PLEEEEEEEHEHEHEASE! — I WAHAHAHANT IT!” Never had there been a fairy more desperate. Her voice cracked, and fresh tears ran down her cheeks. Through the haze of tickle lust, Faye turned to look into Simone’s half-lidded eyes. Her smoldering stare, so hot, so steamy it was like stepping into a sauna. “MOHOHOHOMMY PLEHEHEHEASE?”
Lips on her ear, fingers leaving her belly. Upward. Tickling upward. Toward her quivering chest. Toward her aching nipples — so sore, so stiff, so desperate to be touched — pausing only to caress and stroke the perimeter of her bouncing breast.
Closing in. Closer. Closer. The first nail traced the edge of her areola. Faye bit her lip, body shaking violently to hold back an ear-splitting scream. Close. So close. But not enough. Please more, it’s not enough.
“Cum for me, Kitty.”
Faye’s eyes rolled back. Her body tensed and trembled. The last barrier between her and the sweet release she wanted so badly came crashing down when Simone’s — beautiful, amazing, wonderful, show-stopping, sexy Simone’s — fingernails scratched the stiff sides of her nipple. As the first wave hit, she pinched Faye’s nipple between her thumb and second finger, tickling the tortured tip with her first finger.
“Tickle, tickle little cum kitty. Cum as much as you want, Mommy’s good, good girl. Tickle, tickle, tickle!” The whisper in her ear, the tickles on her soles — her arches! — and the fingers pinching and tickling her nipple burnt through her walls, crashing into the fairy in a wave of ecstasy.
“YEAAAAHAHAHAHAS! TIHIHIHICKLE MEEHEHEHE! I’M SOHOHOHO TEEEEE — TICKLISH! — AHAHAHA!” Tossed around in the waves of her own bliss, an awful, wonderful thing happened. The thing she wanted most of all.
They kept tickling. As she came so hard her vision blurred, they just kept tickling. And Faye, poor, helpless, defenseless Faye, felt her nerves catching fire. Already too ticklish to bear it, she felt herself becoming more ticklish by the second as the pressure built anew.
“I’ll be back, Pretty Kitty.” Simone’s voice was right next to her, but so far away. Drowned in a sea of laughter and pleasure. She pinched her nipple one more time, then disappeared toward the foot of the bed.
“Oooh! There she goes!” Kiran giggled and added yet another finger — up to three on each hand — to the destruction of Faye’s sole. Never moving, never shifting, they kept their nails in the same spot, right in the curve of her arch near the center of her sole. “Such a hot little kitty! Cumming already?” They shook their head and bit their tongue to hold back a grin. “You are just insatiable, Giggles!”
Hearing a shift on the bed, Kiran looked up to see Simone lying between Faye’s legs, chin propped up on her hands with a smirk on her lovely lips. “Having fun?”
“The time of my life, Mama! Gosh, I knew Giggles was fun just from that first night on VC, but man! How do you get anything done? I don’t think I’d ever get bored of this foot, let alone the rest of her cute, sexy body.”
“STAHAAHAHA! — CAHAHAN’T TAHAHAHAHA! — TOOHOHOHOO TICKLISH!” Faye’s laughter sent a warm shudder down Kiran’s spine.
Their legs trembled, the grip they held on Faye’s ankle tightening and hips rolling to grind their pussy against the side of her foot. “Mmm, right there…”
The bed creaked. Kiran looked up, surprised by a sudden peck on their lips. Surprise gave way to heady desire, and they returned the kiss with enthusiastic glee.
“Anything I can get you?” Simone asked when their lips parted. Like Faye’s laughter, her sultry moaning whisper was maddening.
Kiran kissed her again. “Think you can grab my gloves? They’re all the way over there.” They grinned, raising one finger to point at their shorts lying only a few feet away.
Simone laughed and climbed off the bed — or rather, she rolled forward in an impressive display of athleticism landing on her feet with a ballerina’s grace — and swooped down to snatch the discarded shorts in the same movement. Then, with a little spin and a flourish, she bent down to place them on Kiran’s lap.
One hand lingered on their thigh, the other moving to take up the solemn duty of tickling Faye’s foot while they pulled on their gloves — soft, purple velvet with the lightest bit of friction on the fingertips. The moment their fingers came back into contact with Faye’s foot, the fairy arched her back off the bed and screamed.
“NYAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAA! WHAHAHAT THE — WHAHAHAT IS THAHAHAT! — AAAAAAH! IT TICKLES! IT TICKLES SO BAHAHAHAD!”
“Mmmm…” Kiran bit their lip and arched their back as Simone’s fingers slid between their thighs. Massaging the firm skin, inching upward with every caress. “If I didn’t know any better, Simone…I’d think you were flirting with me.”
Their lips met in a fierce collision, biting lips, tongues wrestling for dominance. Simone’s fingers traced their slit — a moment of hesitation, a slight nod and a frantic “Mmhmm” — then gently spread their lips. An afternoon riding the edge of desire and satisfying their most carnal urges had Kiran’s clit throbbing, peeking out of its hood, desperate for attention.
When Simone’s fingers stroked it, Kiran’s body jerked. As she massaged it — tiny circles, slow at first, but growing shorter and faster — they couldn’t stop the guttural moan from bringing an end to their frantic kissing.
“Oh wow…oh. Wow. You’re really — aha — really good at that.”
“Mmm, I have a lot of practice.” Simone grinned against Kiran’s lips. Her fingers quickened, moving in time with their pumping hips. “Do you want the Mommy routine, or…is there something else that I could do to help you?”
Kiran shook their head. “Nah, Mama. It’s hot and all, but — oh snap, right there — not really…not really my thing.” To take their mind off the approaching climax, Kiran scribbled their fingers faster into Faye’s arch. The vibrating, flapping foot and the teasing constant motion of Simone’s fingers had them right at the tipping point.
“So then…what is…your thing?” Simone asked between kisses trailing Kiran’s strong jaw, suckling on their collarbone. “Do you want me…to tickle you…hm?”
“Good luck with that — oh snap, oh wow — S-Simone. I’m n-not ticklish.” Kiran’s eyes cracked open. They could see a glimpse of Simone’s leaking little cock. They bit their lip. “I can — I can think of something though.”
“Oh?” Simone giggled and kissed their cheek. “Should I go down there and,” she flicked her tongue on Kiran’s earlobe, “finish you myself?”
“How about…” Kiran reached out with their free hand. Their velvety touch brushed against Simone’s shaft, stroking it from base to tip. The sharp hiss she sucked through her teeth brought a grin to their face. “I help you with this cute — little — cock — of yours?” They made sure to drag out each word, breathing them right into her ear, just as Faye had told them.
It worked. Better than they’d imagined. Simone’s body went limp, collapsing against them, arm snaking around their shoulders to stay aloft.
“Oh gosh — oh f-f-frick! Okay. Okay. I — ehehehe! I cahahaha — wahahait! Hahahahang on!” She jerked from one side to the other, shifting her feet in an adorable little dance as Kiran’s fingers continued to caress. Not even to tickle, just to appreciate. Her mouth fell open, a breathy moan when they took gentle hold of her, stroking her faster.
“Such a ticklish little thing! That’s adorable, Mama.” Now the tables were turned. Kiran sucked on Simone’s neck. A stroke. A skitter of nails on Faye’s foot. Another stroke. “You’re a wittle giggle girl, too, aren’t you? Just like your wittle Kitty.”
“Hahaha — Ahahaha! Nahahat — Oh frick. Oh frihihihick! Dohohon’t t-t —” Simone trailed off in a flurry of moaning giggles as they loosened their grip and stroked faster.
“Don’t what? Don’t teeease you? Aw, what’s wrong? Can dish it out, but can’t take it?” A double kill. Kiran couldn’t resist grinning. Tightening their grip, pumping faster. Pressing their velvety fingers into Faye’s flesh, tickling faster.
“OHOHOHOHO FAAHAHAHAHACK! I’M CUHUHUHUMING AGAAAAAAIN!”
And just as the fairy’s body arched, Kiran squeezed the tip of Simone’s little cock, brushing their thumb against the head in short, feather soft strokes.
“FRICK! FAHAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHO! WAHAHAHAIT! NAHAHT YET! NOT YET! RAHAHAHAHASBERREEEEEEHEHEHE!” Simone’s nails dug into Kiran’s shoulder, her entire body going limp.
Kiran released their hold on her, easing her to the floor with an apologetic smile. “Oh snap, was that too much? Sorry, Simone.” Though they hadn’t discussed it earlier, they remembered Simone using that same word earlier when Faye was tickling her. It was easy enough to assume it was a safe word. “You okay?”
Simone pushed herself up on her hands and knees. Hips twitching, still giggling, she nodded.
“Yehehes! S-Sohohorry, I’m ju —” She sputtered and collapsed onto her arms. “It’s too much. Not when I’m n-not ready f-for it. N-Not there.”
“Noted.” Still apologetic, Kiran’s lips curled into a grin. They filed that little piece of information in the back of their mind and turned their attention back on Faye’s foot. As all ten velvet nails descended into her expansive arch, the fairy’s laughter reached a new pitch. Ass bouncing against the bed, hair flying everywhere as her head thrashed.
“FAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHA! TOOOHOHOHOHOO TIHIHIHICKLIHIHIHISH! SOHOHOHOME OHOHOHONE FAAAAHAHAHACK MEEEEEHEHEHE!”
Simone sat back on her haunches and blew her hair out of her face. “Patience, Kitty. Mommy’ll take care of you in just a minute.” She looked up at Kiran with a slight smile. “I’m sorry for freaking out.”
“Nah don’t apologize, Mama.” Kiran winked and stuck out their tongue. “Maybe next time?” The furious blush that painted Simone’s cheeks made them laugh, but what she said next made their heart do a flip.
“Next time sounds great.” Simone climbed to her feet, thanking Kiran for their help, then jerked her thumb over her shoulder. “I’m gonna go check on Cassidy if you’re okay?”
“Oh, my boy needs all the help he can get.” Kiran chuckled. They watched Simone leave, staring at her ass as her hips swayed. When she draped her arms around Cassidy’s shoulders, startling him out of his trance, Kiran bit their lip. A hand pulled away from Faye’s foot and slid between their legs.
“Hey there, Big Boy. How’s it going?” Simone’s breath on Cassidy’s ear sent a violent shiver through his body. His back arched, lips making an audible smack as they peeled away from Faye’s saliva-slick toes.
“EEK! — HEHEHE! WAHAHAHIT! DOHOHON’T STAHAHAP! — PLEHEHEHEASE!”
Fuck! Like a distorted radio signal in a sea of static, that word burst through his thoughts, louder when Simone’s nails trailed down his chest. Too soft to tickle, but just sharp enough to make him squirm while they played at the edge of his areolas. “F-Fuck — I mean fine!” Cheeks on fire, heart thumping, Cassidy clenched his eyes shut and groaned.
Simone’s giggle only made things — made him — even harder.
“You know…she’s a big girl. She can handle the worst you can dish out. Watch.” Simone dug her fingernails into Faye’s sole, raking them from toe to heel. She pinched and scribbled them on her heel, raked back up to the ball of her foot. Drilled them into the plush flesh, then skittered down her arch, raking it with quick, little strokes.
Mouth agape, a trickle of drool on his lips — his aching dick damn near ready to explode — Cassidy watched Faye’s toes flex and wiggle, then scrunch down hard. He bit his lip, his nervous fingers joining Simone’s in teasing the delicious wrinkles on her sole.
“That’s it…right there. If you scratch right there while you suck and nibble on her toes,” Simone’s voice trailed off, lips pressing gentle kisses on his neck and shoulder. The hand on his chest fondled his stiff little nipple, pinching and rubbing — a half-step between ticklish and tantalizing — while her body began to rock in rhythm with the involuntary thrusts of his hips. “You’ll make her cum her brains out…and if you do that…”
Oh fuck. OH fuck. Oh FUCK.
“She’ll love you forever, do anything you want…do you want to make love to her sweet little pussy, Cassidy? It feels incredible!” Her hand drifted away from Faye’s foot, slipping around his waist, fingers brushing the base of his dick. “Or maybe…you want those big, soft, ticklish feet wrapped around this big guy.” His hips jerked; Simone giggled. “Oooh, is that it? So cute…well, that’s something we have in common.”
“Wh-What?” Cassidy turned his head, led by the gentle press of Simone’s fingers on his chin. His eyes widened, then fell shut when her lips claimed his. With a whimper, he melted at her touch.
“I love it when she strokes me with her big feet. But…you know…” Simone kissed him again. “I never get to enjoy the other side of it.”
Fuck.
Heartstopping. Blood racing. Face burning. Cassidy opened his eyes. Another whimper when he felt the weight of her smoldering stare piercing into him. The knowing smile on her lips; two fingers wrapped around his dick, stroking right at the base.
“You liked it when Faye tickled my feet, didn’t you?”
He nodded.
“Do you want to tickle my feet?”
Another nod. This one met with a soft kiss.
“How about we compromise, hm? Even though I know it’s going to destroy me — my feet are soooo ticklish — I want to feel those pretty lips on my toes. But, right now, it’s Faye’s turn.” Simone brushed her finger across his lips, gave his dick one last squeeze, then released it.
At first, Cassidy worried he’d fucked things up. He couldn’t help but frown, eyes darting to look away when Simone rose to her feet. He glanced back, watching her nylon clad little feet pad along the carpet for a single step. His eyes widened as she rose onto her toes and spun around, plopping down on the bed between Faye’s legs. Her soles brushed against the carpet, inching toward his legs. Up his thighs.
When her toes grazed his balls and stroked his dick, a strangled grunt caught in his throat. He looked up at her. Smirking, leaning back on her hands to steady herself. Toes teasing his balls — he squirmed and sputtered to avoid an embarrassing giggle — and stroking the underside of his dick with slow caresses.
“I promised I’d help you finish, didn’t I? So, I’m not as good at this as Faye, but…if you want, I could —”
“Oh fuck, please.” The words spilled out of his lips before he could stop them. His dick was leaking, dripping precum onto the tops of her feet. The soft, silken material wasn’t maddening like Kiran’s gloves. Sheer enough to see her dark, slender little feet, with purple nail polish and lighter soles. “Please. Holy shit.”
“I want to hear you say it…Sissy.”
His cheeks burned.
“Tell Mommy what you want her to do.” Her big toe brushed the underside of his dick head. Slowly stroking down again, she shifted her foot slightly, catching his dick between her toes. Back to the tip. She squeezed, and he squeaked. “Be a good boy and tell Mommy.”
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK.
With every stroke, his willpower crumbled. Barriers built not from reluctance but shame and insecurity came tumbling down with every drip of desire she squeezed from his throbbing erection. Cassidy swallowed his nerves and licked his lips.
“P-Please —” Simone’s foot released his dick, but now both feet stroked and teased his balls. His voice cracked when his hips thrust toward her. “Holy fucking shit! Okay! O-Okay, please for the love of fuck let me fuck your feet.” He glanced up at her. Staring down her nose at him, her head tilted, an eyebrow craned. His cheeks burned. “M-M-Mommy.”
Simone raised her hand, waving a finger. “On one condition…” She pointed at Faye’s foot. “I want you to suck Faye’s toes and really get in there and make her scream. You wanna know a secret?” She lowered her voice and grinned. “The only thing that makes Faye laugh more than my nails is my tongue. Think you can do that for me, Big Boy?”
The last bit of resistance he had left shattered to pieces when her feet wrapped around the base of his dick and gave it a single pump.
Like a starving man at a buffet, Cassidy grasped Faye’s foot in his hands and wrapped his lips around her two smallest toes. His thumbs pressed into the center of her sole, nails digging into the supple skin. But his mouth...Cassidy was no selfish lover. His mouth knew how to tease, how to pleasure, how to tickle. Soft suckles, teeth grazing the wiggling stems of her toes. His tongue chased them down, spelling out “Tickle, Tickle” with every eager lap and flick.
“OHOHOHOH MY GAAAAHAHAHAHAWD! SOOOHOHOHO TICKLEEEHEHEHE! YEHEHEHES! MORE — MOHOHORE LIHIHIHIKE THAHAHAT” Faye’s screaming laughter smacked him in the face like a wave washing on a sandy beach. It would have been enough on its own to unmake him, but when the warm wave of intoxicating pleasure reached his dick, it was already occupied.
“Good Boy…just like that. Mmmm, doesn’t she taste amazing?” With every word of encouragement, Simone’s silky soles pumped his dick. Stroking from base to just below the head. Firm, but tender. Quick, but patient. She had him in her clutches, and fuck was he happy to be there.
Pump. Pump.
“Mmm, frick, you are so big, Sissy. My tiny little feet can barely hold all of you.” Her grip changed, toes wrapping around his dick. She pumped a little faster. “Don’t you cum yet, though. I want you to make Faye cum first. Let me see you make love to her toes with your tongue.”
His lips released their hold on her toes. He nibbled on the ball of her foot, working his way back up to her toes. Planting quick, wet kisses on their undersides, he worked his way through each of them. At the end of his journey, where he started at her little toes, he thrust his tongue between them. Faye’s ass bounced with a new surge of frantic energy.
“OH GOD! OH GOD! FAHAHAHAHAHAHACK! YEHEHEHES! AHAHAHAHA TICKLES SOOOHOHOHO MUCH! I’M GAHAHAHAHA — AAAAAAHAHAHA!”
As her laughter grew, Simone’s stroking picked up speed. Nylons wet with his desperate leaking, they slid along his throbbing flesh without an ounce of friction. His hips started to thrust; his breathing quickened, short, shallow gasps between each thrust of his tongue.
“Good Boy…Mommy’s so proud of you.” Cassidy’s body shook with a low, hungry groan when Simone’s toes — her fucking amazing little toes — rubbed the tender, aching head of his dick at last. Gripping it between them like a joystick, jerking him with short strokes. Her husky voice reached his ears through the churning waves of pleasure sloshing around in his brain. “Cum for Mommy.”
“FUCK!” Cassidy’s lips slid away from Faye’s toes. He struggled to keep his thumbs working her sole as his entire body quaked and shook. A final thrust of his hips signaled the end, his dick exploding with an eruption of cum. He silently gasped and groaned. She was still stroking — she was still fucking stroking — and he was cumming even harder. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”
With every “Fuck” he thrust and she squeezed. Time turned to mush in his blurred brain, the world nothing but his dick, Faye’s wildly wiggling toes and ticklish sole, and Simone’s fucking incredible toes. When they finally retreated, nylons soaked with his torrential release, they left him breathless and shaking.
“Good boy.” Simone’s voice was so close it made him jump. Her fingers on his chin, her lips on his, it all seemed so far away. With a sudden surge of confidence, Cassidy rose on his knees to return her kiss. Her tongue pressing against his lips brought a moan that gave it entry to his eager mouth.
Her fingers in his hair; her tongue claiming every inch of his mouth for her own. Feelings he’d only felt with Kiran were bubbling up and over. When she pulled away, he quickly turned away to hide the moisture prickling in his eyes.
“Mommy’s so proud of you,” Simone said, kissing his cheek. “I’m going to go finish my turn with Kitty, then you can go next. I know she’s dying to feel you inside her.”
“S-Sure, s-sounds — um — sounds f-fucking awesome.” Cassidy wiped his eyes and watched her crawl onto the bed. His heart leaped into his throat when she glanced back at him and winked.
“Don’t you dare stop tickling that foot, or Mommy’ll have to spank you for being naughty.” She giggled and turned back to Faye.
The fire in Cassidy’s cheeks and stomach burned bright enough to incinerate his fear and doubts. He caught sight of Faye’s bouncing breasts and ass, her pudgy tummy and tear-streaked, beet-red face. His eyes drifted to her soft, thick thighs and to her gushing pussy just before it disappeared behind Simone.
He licked his lips before wrapping them around Faye’s big toe. He wrapped an arm around her ankle to steady himself, then dug into her sole with all five fingers of his free hand.
“Coochie coo, Kitty. TIckle, tickle, tickle.” Cassidy’s shoulders relaxed. A grin spread across his face.
The sight of Faye lost in a tickle-induced mania never failed to make Simone’s heart race. It wasn’t just the fairy’s supernatural beauty, though that was something that could never be ignored, nor was it just the delight of seeing a ticklish girl tickled. Maybe it was her Soulspark — the core of her magical power — that made her laughter so intoxicating and additive. Simone wanted to believe it wasn’t purely physical or magical, but something deeper.
Faye was her oldest friend, her first love turned love of her life, and her favorite person in the world. A cheerful ray of sunshine in a life that had its share of storm clouds. She could be frisky and frustrating and too emotional, but she was always fun. She didn’t ask for much and gave Simone so much more than she took. To see her in the throes of ecstasy, golden tan skin glistening with sweat, face red and streaked with tears, was more than just arousing.
It was a destination that made every journey worth it.
“You look so beautiful, Kitty.” Simone settled in between Faye’s legs, kissing her thighs softly, working her way to her dripping core. “So pretty. Such a ticklish little kitty. My — our — ticklish little kitty.” Her hands reached for Faye’s thighs. Teasing, grazing nails reached her hips, then dug in, squeezing a fresh new octave of laughter from her.
A deeper, husky moan of laughter. Her head raised. Their eyes met, Faye’s sparkling with desire. She was too far gone to speak, and could only throw her head back and laugh more when Simone’s lips touched her lower belly.
“Do you want me to kiss you, Kitty?” A frantic nod. She kissed lower. Her breath tickled Faye’s swollen clit, her throbbing pink button desperate for attention. “Do you want Mommy to taste you?”
“YAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAS!” The only word she could force through her hysteria. Desperate. Yearning.
The first taste was always the sweetest. Still squeezing her thighs, Simone flicked her tongue against Faye’s eager button. Her grip tightened, holding her down when her hips bucked. Another lick, a scream broke through the laughter. “Mmmm…” Lips wrapping around Faye’s clit, she gave it a short, firm suck. Faye came instantly, fresh, hot love juices spilling down her already soaked thighs.
Simone’s eyes fluttered shut while her tongue fluttered against the sensitive nub like a piece of candy. Tracing shapes at random, spelling out Faye’s favorite words — Coochie coo, gitchy gitchy, and of course, tickle, tickle, tickle — lapping up as much of her spilling desire as she could manage.
Sweeter than sugar and twice as addictive. Every suckle filled Simone’s belly with boiling yearning, demanding she drank deeper. Were it not for the cataclysmic pressure between her thighs, her little cock so eager it was ready to pop, she’d have stayed where she was for the rest of the night. Sipping at her beloved tickle fairy’s fountain until she passed out drunk and satisfied.
With a noisy kiss, Simone pulled back and licked her lips. “Are you ready for Mommy to make love to your pussy, Kitty?”
“UH HUH! UH HUHAAHAHAHAHAHA!”
Were there any desire left for her to draw this out, hearing her girlfriend’s urgency took hold of Simone’s thoughts and cast it aside. She rose onto her knees, gripped Faye’s thighs, and brushed her trembling cock head along Faye’s dripping slit.
“You’re so pretty, Kitty. So hot, so ticklish, mmm…I love you so much.” Simone bit her lip and leaned forward. Her mouth fell open in a gasp, sliding in effortlessly. Only once her entire length was inside Faye’s warm, wet center did she finally breathe again. “Here — oh frick — here it c-c — oh Faye — here it comes.”
The first thrust was almost enough to make her pop. A primal moan ripped through the fairy’s endless laughter, her arms and legs tensing with newfound strength. She clenched around Simone’s little cock and raised her head. Eyes sparkling, tongue hanging from her mouth, she purred and rolled her hips. The moment of lucidity spent, she fell back laughing once more.
The second thrust was just as slow, just as cautious as the first. Not because she was uncertain, but wanting to savor every second inside her. Simone knew she only had a few more in her — her tolerance for edging was virtually non-existent — before she came and didn’t want it to be over too quickly. The third thrust was just a bit faster.
“Oh my god, Faye. So good. You’re so — you feel so good.” Rhythm building, hips rocking. Simone curled her toes. Her whole body moved with her hips. The fairy’s laughter filled up her body, like invisible hands that grabbed her hips and moved them faster. Like teasing, tantalizing fingers that stroked her cock alongside Faye’s tight, hot pussy.
“T-Tickle, tickle, tickle, Kitty…T-tickle, tickle…” Moaning, gasping. Her hands moved from Faye’s hips, nails scribbling across her bouncing belly. She squeezed her chubby sides and rolled her head back, grinning when Faye’s laughter grew again. Filling her. Overflowing from her. Drowning her in its smoldering, sensual embrace.
She started to tremble. Building pressure too great to fight anymore. She was going to pop.
“Holy fuck, you’re both so goddamn fucking hot.” Cassidy’s voice joined the swirling colors and sounds in Simone’s brain. She whimpered and lurched forward, squeezing Faye’s sides to keep her balance.
“Mmmm, that’s right. Get her good, Mama. Give that cute little cock of yours everything it deserves.” Kiran’s heady growl was like teasing nails skittering along Simone’s spine. She bit her lip and shook her head. “Let us see you cum, Mama. Let it allllllll out.”
Breathing in shallow, moaning gasps, Simone thrust faster. Harder. She opened her eyes and glanced back over her shoulder. Their eyes on her, watching every movement. She looked down at Faye.
Kitty’s eyes were locked with hers. And though she’d been tickled into a manic sex-addicted stupor, somehow she kept enough control to wave her tail in Simone’s face.
Her eyes widened. Faye’s tail disappeared. She felt it brush across her toes from one pinky toe all the way across all ten to the other.
“OHOHOHOHO FRIHIHICK! AHAHAHAHA!” Simone’s hips thrust forward and her control — and cock — burst. Every swipe of Faye’s tail across her toes like a pendulum sent an entire lightning storm of electricity to the tip of her dick. Dragging her orgasm out longer than should have been possible. No matter how much she came, more kept cumming.
Her vision blurred with tears and bliss, her body drowning in an ocean of overwhelming sensation. Fingers sinking into the soft skin of Faye’s sides, she thrust one final time before collapsing forward on her. Laughing uncontrollably, her hips still thrusting even after she was already spent. From her kneeling position, she could just barely wiggle her feet, not enough to escape the unbearable tickling of the fairy’s tail on her toes.
“STAHAHAHAP! IT’S YOUR TUHUHUHRN!” But with her strength spent, Simone could do nothing to get away. Faye, she realized, was likely only half-aware of what was happening. The others hadn’t stopped tickling her feet; she was still tickling her sides.
With a squeal, Simone managed to scramble away. She lay back on the bed, draped across Faye’s lap, struggling to settle her giggles and catch her breath. Still panting, she sat up and looked down at Faye with a playful glare.
“That was — hehehe! — s-so naughty, Kitty. M-Mohohommy’s gonna have — hehehe! — gonna have to sp-spank.” Simone turned to Cassidy. “Ready to switch?”
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Simone sat back on the bedside, fingers lightly grazing Faye’s bound wrist.
“There we go…all tied up, just the way she likes. Can you get free, Kitty?” She asked, biting her lip. She already knew the answer — Faye wouldn’t escape even if she could — but also knew that they both wanted to hear her say it.
Faye tugged on her wrists, then her ankles, grunting and straining. Her efforts wasted, she went limp with an exaggerated pout that could barely contain her giddy grin.
“I’m soooo helpless! Ooh, you’re such a wicked Mommy, tying up a helpless little girl like me.” Her voice hitched, an amorous blush spilling onto her cheeks as her lips parted, already panting. “Wh-what are you going to do to me? I’m all tied up…you could do anything!”
Simone giggled. Her nails dipped a little lower, scratching Faye’s biceps dangerously close to the edge of her armpit. The way the captured fairy squirmed and fought to keep from giggling made her heart’s pitter-patter quicken. No matter how many times they played this game, it was always just as thrilling as the first time.
Except this wasn’t just another game. This time, Players 3 and 4 were joining in on the fun. Simone turned to the foot of the bed and craned an eyebrow.
“Well?” She asked. “What do you think?” One nail swirled around the edge of Faye’s armpit, but refused to dip any further. In response to her frustrated moan, Simone let her nails flutter up to the fairy’s neck, teasing under her chin. “She makes such a sexy little damsel, doesn’t she?”
“Mmmm, I’m in soooo much distress,” Faye purred between giggles. “Please don’t torture me.”
“Holy fuck.” Cassidy’s high-pitched, breathless groan caused both Simone and Kiran to laugh. His cheeks caught fire in response, eyes darting to the side. “I mean — she’s, uh…you’re both um…”
“You’re both gorgeous, Mama. And Giggles, here? Mmm,” Kiran leaned forward on the foot of the bed, lightly caressing the top of Faye’s foot. Her leg jerked as if she’d been shocked, a short shriek interrupting her frantic giggles. “So stinkin’ hot. She’s been teasin’ us with these big, sexy feet all day and I just cannot wait to see if they’re as soft as they look.”
“Oh, even softer. They’re downright magical. And…” Simone trailed off, spider-walking her fingers across Faye’s collarbone, back to tease the outer edge of her armpit. “They’re more ticklish than you could ever imagine. I can make her cum with just one fingernail. Can’t I, Kitty?”
“Mmrr Ehehehe! Yehehes, M-Mahahahmmeehehehe!” Faye’s head was rolled back, her lips parted in a perpetual smile, a wild look in her eyes. With every scratch, she squirmed and writhed, trying to inch her way closer. “Pl-Plehease dohon’t tickle mehehe! I’m soooo ticklish!”
“Oh, we’re gonna tickle you, Kitty. I’m going to tickle your armpits…your belly…your breasts and nipples. And you’re just going to lay there and take it because you’ve been so very naughty.” Simone reached for the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head in a single movement. “And while I’m doing that? Our new friends…” She bent over, whispering in Faye’s ear. “Are going to tickle your big, soft, floppy feet until you…” Simone drew in a long, deep breath, then breathed it out in one word. “Cum.”
Seeing that Faye was properly short-circuited — red-faced, giggling uncontrollably, visibly drooling — Simone turned around and slid out of her skirt. She kicked it off her foot, then rose to her feet. Feeling Kiran and Cassidy’s eyes on her, she couldn’t help but smirk. Couldn’t help but take her time, unclasping her bra, sliding it off one arm, then the other and letting it drop to the floor. Then, she slipped her fingers beneath the hem of her panties and pushed them down, pointed her ass at the other two.
“Well?” She asked, turning to them wearing nothing but her nylons, her cute little cock hard as steel. At the sight of their wide-eyed awe, her grin widened, and a drop of precum twinkled on her tip. “Do you want to join me? Or maybe,” Simone placed a hand on her hip and shifted her weight. “You want me to help?”
“Mmm, tempting, Mama. But, I think I can handle myself.” Kiran said with a wink. They tossed off their shirt, then stepped out of shorts and shed their boxers without a hint of hesitation. “Ooh, that is so much better.” They said with a sigh, pushing back their hair with one hand, the other tracing a line down their stomach to the lips of their pussy.
“So, what sort of safe words are working with? Anything we should know before we start?” Kiran returned to the edge of the bed, draping one leg across Faye’s ankle. They grabbed her foot, causing Faye to jump, but instead of tickling, they pressed their fingers into her plush sole and rubbed her foot. “Double-ewe — tee — eff. You weren’t kidding, Mama! Oh snap, her feet are so squishy and soft!”
Their fingers sank into the soft skin, Faye’s leg jerking with every knead and squeeze. Her giggles melted into moans, and her tongue rolled out of her mouth.
“Mmmm, ahhh, oooh…your hands are soooo…” Faye shook her head and whimpered. “I’ve been too naughty for this…you need to punish me first.”
“Don’t you worry, Giggles. I’m gonna make this big, soft, ticklish foot scream.” Kiran said with a laugh. Between squeezes, they snuck in a quick rake of just one nail to draw a squeal out of her. “But, I wanna know the rules, you know? So you don’t get hurt.”
Simone laughed. “You don’t have to worry about that. Faye doesn’t have a safe word. Isn’t that right, Kitty?”
Faye nodded her head with a wide, dreamy grin. “Mmhmm. I want you to destroy me. Just tickle, and tickle, and tickle me until I’m screaming, and crying, and cumming.” She moaned and continued in a shallow, breathy voice. Her toes curled, and a visible stream of desire spilled down her trembling thighs. “I’m so helpless and so, so, so ticklish. I’ve been such a bad kitty. I need you to make me your helpless little giggle slut until you think I’ve had enough.”
Kiran blinked. They turned to look at Cassidy. Face beet red. Jaw hanging open. Shorts ready to burst. They laughed. Cute as it would be to tease Cassidy, they couldn’t deny feeling the same way. That shockingly blunt little speech had set their loins on fire.
“That right? Okay then, but be careful what you wish for, Giggles.”
Faye whimpered and moaned. She spread her toes, stretching her foot taut in Kiran’s grip. “Don’t tickle my feet…anywhere but my feet. They’re just…too ticklish.”
The three turned to Cassidy when the latter cleared his throat. He wilted under their combined stare, shivering when Faye’s amorous gaze met his.
“Is there,” he cleared his throat again, “anything you, um, don’t like? Anything we should — ahem — not do?” His eyes widened, and lips shrank into a tight pucker when Simone laughed and winked at him.
“There is nothing you can do to tickle her that she won’t like. Well, just no heavy pain play. Faye’s really sensitive and doesn’t like smacking or whipping or anything like that.” She stood from the bed and walked over to Cassidy, caressing his face. “But other than that? Tickle her anyway you want it, cuz that’s the way she needs it.”
“Haha! Nice.” Kiran chuckled. “I love the Beatles.”
Simone blinked. Her smoldering gaze vanished in bewildered disbelief. “Hang on, seriously? That — I’m sorry, this is so unimportant but — wasn’t the Beatles. Did you really think that was the Beatles?”
“They’re just fuckin’ with you,” Cassidy murmured, leaning into the hand still caressing his face with a dreamy, half-lidded gaze. “Journey is one of three bands Kiran actually knows.”
“Yup! My bad, Mama. Steven Tyler is one of my favorite singers.”
Simone’s brow furrowed. She opened her mouth to argue, but spotting the grin on Kiran’s face, she decided against it. With a sigh, she turned to look at Cassidy again. Like a switch flipping, her sensual croon returned.
“Do you need Mommy to help you out of those pants, Big Boy?” She took a step closer, stealing the last distance between them, and brushed her knee against the side of his bulge. “I know I’m eager to see what you’ve been hiding from us. I bet Faye will love to see it, too.”
Faye’s ears perked up. She lifted her head and grinned. “Show me! Show me, show me, show me! I wanna see your cock, Sissy!”
“You gonna give the girl what she wants?” Simone kissed Cassidy’s neck and nipped his ear. “I’ve seen you staring at her feet. Licking your lips. Adjusting your shorts. You wanna taste them, don’t you?” Another kiss. A softer whisper. “They taste like Heaven…and she is so…so…so ticklish.” With every ‘so’ Simone stroked him with her knee and caressed his leg with her foot.
“I, um…if — ahem — if it’s…c-cool with y-you.” Cassidy shivered and his eyes fluttered shut as Simone’s lips claimed his in a soft, nearly-chaste kiss. When she pulled away, he opened his eyes to her staring back.
She was licking her lips.
“I wanna see it, too. Show Mommy what you’ve got in there.” Simone took hold of his shorts and applied a gentle pressure. They fell an inch, and she stopped. “Can I take your pants off…Sissy?”
“Oh fuck yes.”
Another inch. Then another. When she ran into resistance, she looked up at him with a coy grin. Then, one final push and his cock came loose, bouncing with joy at its newfound freedom.
“Oh my —”
“Holy fuck! You’re so big!” Faye purred and tugged at her restraints. “Please promise me you’ll fuck me. Please, please, please!” When Simone’s slender little fingers wrapped around Cassidy’s cock — it looked even bigger in her tiny hand — she threw her head back and groaned. “No fair…”
Simone kissed Cassidy again and gave his cock a soft stroke. “I’ll get her warmed up for you. Now, while I’m gone I want you to be a good boy,” she pinched Faye’s big toe and scratched right along her arch, “and give this big, sexy foot the tickling of a lifetime. Can you do that?”
“NYAHAHAHAHAHA! NOT THERE!”
Faye’s sudden scream and explosion of laughter brought Cassidy’s heart crashing into his throat. Not trusting himself to speak, he simply nodded his head.
“I’m sorry if I’m hogging your boyfriend, Kiran.” Simone said as she returned to the giant enby’s side. She wrapped her arms around their neck, pressing a long, full kiss onto their lips. To her delight, Kiran’s hands snaked around her hips and pulled her close. Their tongue brushed her lips, and she eagerly parted them.
“Mmm…” Kiran broke the kiss first. Gentle fingers stroked the small of her back, the shivers it sent rolling up her spine not going unnoticed. “That’s okay, Mama. He’s fun to share and needs a little encouragement.” Another kiss, deeper than the first. “Besides, we’re already sharing your girlfriend. So it’s only fair.”
Simone giggled. “I suppose so. Do you want me to show you where she’s most ticklish?”
“MY FEET!”
“Or do you want to figure it out for yourself?”
“IT’S MY FEET! MY FEET!” Faye’s toes wiggled, foot flapping in Kiran’s grasp.
“Mmmm, nah. I think I’ll wing it. If you spoil the surprise, I might neglect the rest of Giggles’ adorable foot.” Kiran lightly scratched Faye’s heel while pinching her little toe.
“Ya — HAHAHA — hahahas! TEEHEE — heeheeckle mehehe mohohore!”
“That’s fair. Every inch of these great big stompies deserve to be tickle, tickle, tickled!” Simone joined Kiran, scratching the pad of her big toe. Faye’s laughter rose an octave. Her toes spread wider to give them both plenty of room to tickle her. “I’ll leave these beauties to you two.” She kissed Kiran once more, then blew a kiss to Cassidy and climbed on the bed.
She crawled over Faye, returning to the empty spot on her left side. There, she curled up against her and laid her head on the fairy’s shoulder. “Are you ready for Mommy’s tickles, my naughty little kitty?”
Already a giggling, squirming mess, Faye replied with a frantic nod. “Sohohoho tihihicklish! Neehehehed tihihickles!”
“Alright,” Simone sang, raising her hand up into the air. She wiggled her fingers, slowly bringing them down. Faye’s body vibrated against her, struggling to hold still and struggling to squirm all the same. Her legs wrapped around the fairy’s, grinding her hard little cock against her trembling thigh. “Here it coooomes. Tiiiiiickle, tickle, tickle…”
The first scratch was the worst. A single brush of her nails along the outer edge of Faye’s armpit, only this time, she didn’t stop. One scratch turned to two, then three, sinking deeper into the sensitive hollow. A gentle flutter of nails. A peal of unfettered giggles.
“Hehehehe! EEK! Hehehehe!” Faye tossed her head to the side. Struggled to pull away. But wrapped in Simone’s body and bound tight as she was, there wasn’t an inch to give. No matter how she twisted or turned, there was no escaping the fingernails dancing in her armpit.
Simone’s lips brushed her cheek, breath tickling her twitching ear. “Coochie coo. Who’s Mommy’s ticklish little kitty? Gitchy goo! Gitchy, gitchy! Mommy’s gonna get you and you can’t get away…ticklish pitties. Tickle, tickle, my little Tickle Fairy!”
“Eehehehe! M-MEHEHEHE — I AHAHAHAHAM! — S-SO TICKLEEHEHEHE!”
As Faye’s laughter rose another notch, Simone glanced down at the foot of the bed and grinned.
Kiran could not believe their luck. No, not luck, providence or something fancy like that. Not only was GiggleFit the best duo partner they’d ever had — and the most fun player they’d ever met — but she was also a drop dead gorgeous tickle magnet with the most amazing feet ever. So much room. Such soft, pudgy skin. Every toe scrunch, every desperate wiggle. They were captivating.
“A little tickle here…oh! That’s a good spot! What about here? Hm? Here?” With a single finger, Kiran lightly scratched the pillowy flesh at random. Her heel, then her little toe. Instep, then heel again, but higher. Along the top of her foot, back down along the outside edge.
“EEK! HEHEHE! AH — AHAHAHA NOHOHO! — EEEHEHEHE!”
Everywhere got a squeak or a squeal or a shriek. Every little scratch caused her foot to tremble and shake, but also press into Kiran’s groin as if urging them to continue.
“Mmhmhm,” Kiran’s lips curled upward, their eyes narrowing. “I see…what about here?” Their finger swept along the underside of her spread toes, back across the plush ball of her foot, then dipped down into her high, soft arch. Right in the center, slow, teasing little finger wiggles.
“NYAAAAAAHAHAHAHA! — AHA! AHAHAHA! — TIHIHIHICKLES!” An octave higher, her voice cracked. Laughter, like an oddly comforting warm, wet blanket poured out of her.
It made their insides tingle. Made their head fuzzy. Kiran licked their lips and slid closer, wrapping their leg tighter around Faye’s ankle. They brought their other hand in and added a second finger.
Her frantic wiggling intensified, foot leaning into the touch. Stoking the fire between their thighs, vibrating against their hot pussy. Kiran bit their lip and groaned. “Tickle, tickle, Giggles. Tickle, tickle…” Their voice was an airy moan. Hips grinding, scratches growing just the faintest bit deeper.
“Mmmm, tickle, tickle…”
Fucking, fucking, fuck shit, FUCK. Cassidy was losing his goddamned mind. Lunch with his partner’s internet friend had escalated so quickly, so suddenly that he was still struggling to believe that any of this was real. That he was really kneeling at the foot of a bed, staring at the biggest, most fucking incredible foot he’d ever seen. Toes wiggling, scrunching the expanse of her supple sole with a sea of juicy wrinkles, begging him to come closer.
His mouth watered and hands shook. Fingers twitching, he reached out and ran his fingertips lightly down the length of her sole. Fuck. It felt amazing, softer than silk, fingers sinking into her skin with only the gentlest of pressure.
“AAAAHAHAHA! MY FEEEEHEHEHEHET! NOHOHOHOT MY FEEEEHEHEHET!” And her voice. Oh, fucking fuck her voice. Every high-pitched shrieking giggle was like a lightning bolt straight to the base of his cock.
Simone warned them. Hell, Faye warned them about her laughter. Something to do with her fairy magic — the full explanation was way over his head — made hearing her giggle feel like taking a shot. Full-blown laughter was like a bottle of Everclear straight to the tickle-addicted part of his brain. No one had touched him, hell, he’d barely touched her.
But just one brush of his fingertips across her sole and he was already leaking. The pressure in his cock was profound, maddening. Skin tingling, hips thrusting in rhythm with her rapid fire peals of laughter. He had never, ever, ever needed to cum so bad.
“Okay…okay, I can do this.” Cassidy looked over at Kiran, then up at Simone. They were both mesmerized, attacking Faye’s trembling body with light, persistent tickles. If someone was going to tell him to stop, they’d have said it already. Right? Then, it was okay if he — Cassidy swallowed and leaned in closer — did it too.
Right?
“Okay. Um, t-t-t —” His lips screwed shut. He couldn’t make himself say the “T-word” just yet. He settled for brushing his cheek against her toes. So fucking soft, holy shit. A moan fell from his lips when her foot pressed against his face, caressing him back. “I c-can…j-just do it already…”
Licking his lips, Cassidy brought his hand up and grazed her sole from toe to heel with his nails once more. Faye’s foot trembled, caressing his face as a squeal broke through the constant stream of laughter.
His heart did a flip in his chest, and a dribble of precum spilled down his cock.
“YEHEHEHES! JAAAHAHAHAHA — JUST LIHIHIKE THAHAHAT! TIHIHIHICKLE MEHEHEHE S-S-SISSEEEHEHEHE!”
How the fuck is this real? Cassidy’s eyes fell shut. Rubbing his face against her sole, he lightly, tenderly walked his fingers up her heel to her toes, then back down again. He licked his lips again, saying ,”T-tick…T-tickle, tickle.”
Good boy. That’s it. Get her! Make her scream! Simone’s thoughts ran wild, torn between watching Cassidy’s blooming teasing and Kiran’s steadily intensifying torment. A tremor ran through her kitten’s body, a sudden jerk of her hips, followed by a twitch between her thighs.
“Soooooomeooooone’s about to cuuuuuum.” Simone sang, grinding her cock against Faye’s leg. Like Cassidy, she was on the verge of bursting, but she didn’t dare let it out yet. Not when there was still so much longer to go. Ten minutes was nothing to Faye. No, her kitty’s engine could purr for hours and hours. “Don’t you dare,” she whispered in Faye’s ear. “Not yet, Kitty. You’ve been so very naughty. Mommy won’t let you cum yet.”
The fingers that had been tormenting Faye’s armpit finally left, scribbling down her ribs on a lethargic journey toward the fairy’s bouncing, pudgy belly.
“NAHAHAHT THAHAHAT! NOHOHOHO! MO — MAAHAHAH! — MOMMY PLEEHEHEHEASE! NOHOHOHT MY TUHUHUHUMMEEHEHEHE!” She knew. Of course, she knew. She was hoping it would come next. Faye loved having her armpits tickled, but she loved having her chubby tummy tickled. A pinch on her sides made her squeak; a handful of her love handles made her scream.
But creeping, crawling spider fingers taking their time to wander her tummy? Oh, that drove her fricking bonkers. Her hips bounced; her back arched. Hair flying as she thrashed her head. But the tears rolling down her burning cheeks weren’t a sign to stop. No, Simone knew better.
Being tickled until she cried was just a warmup for the Tickle Fairy.
“I’m gonna…get you! Gitchy, gitchy, get you! I’m gonna…get you! Here! Here! How about here?” Simone’s breath quickened, teeth teasing the edge of Faye’s ear while her fingers darted across her belly at random. Fluttering scratches. Playful pokes. Pinches and squeezes alike. Anything that made Faye laugh caused the need between her thighs to grow.
And everything made Faye laugh.
“Naughty, naughty little Kitty. Tickle, tickle, ticklish Kitty. Are you gonna cum?” Simone tutted and shook her head. “You better not. Mommy doesn’t want you to cum yet. You’ve been just too, too, too naughty to cum yet. You need more…” Simone paused, raising her hand in the air. Then, she struck, digging her fingers into her chubby belly. “Coochie coos! More coochie, coochie, coos! No cumming yet! Uh uh, not yet!”
“I NEEEEHEHEHEHED TOOOOOOOO — AAAAAHAHAHAHA! — I’M SOHOHOHO HORNEEEHEHEHE! PLEHEHEASE! LEHEHET MEEEEE!” Big fat tears rolled down Faye’s cheeks. Her chest heaved with every explosive burst of laughter. Wheezing to catch her breath, only to expel it out again in another scream, she thrashed her head from side to side and clenched her toes tight as she could.
Cassidy’s lips brushed her little toe — she shrieked.
Kiran’s nails dug into the wrinkles on her arch — she screamed.
Somehow, even with her whole body lit up like a Christmas tree, a non-stop ticklish current racing up her legs and bubbling within her tortured tummy, she could feel every touch clear as crystal. She squealed when Simone pinched her sides. She struggled to breathe when Cassidy’s random teasing and Kiran’s focused scratches lined up on both arches.
She was a naughty giggly little kitty, and oh-my-god-please-someone-save-me she needed to cum. So bad. Worse than bad. Every fiber of her being was like a firework with a lit fuse that was refusing to go off.
Lips!
Scratches!
“Coochie coo coo…tickle, tickle, pretty Kitty.” Simone’s voice in her ear was enough to make her melt. Every word flicking her throbbing clit and pushing her past the boiling point. Then, she said the words that Faye was dying to hear. “Are you Mommy’s good girl?”
“YES! OH MY GAHAHAHAHAWD YEEEHEHEHES! I’M A GOOHOHOHOD LITTLE TIHIHIHICKLE GIRL! PLEHEHEASE! — PLEEEEEEEHEHEHEASE! — I WAHAHAHANT IT!” Never had there been a fairy more desperate. Her voice cracked, and fresh tears ran down her cheeks. Through the haze of tickle lust, Faye turned to look into Simone’s half-lidded eyes. Her smoldering stare, so hot, so steamy it was like stepping into a sauna. “MOHOHOHOMMY PLEHEHEHEASE?”
Lips on her ear, fingers leaving her belly. Upward. Tickling upward. Toward her quivering chest. Toward her aching nipples — so sore, so stiff, so desperate to be touched — pausing only to caress and stroke the perimeter of her bouncing breast.
Closing in. Closer. Closer. The first nail traced the edge of her areola. Faye bit her lip, body shaking violently to hold back an ear-splitting scream. Close. So close. But not enough. Please more, it’s not enough.
“Cum for me, Kitty.”
Faye’s eyes rolled back. Her body tensed and trembled. The last barrier between her and the sweet release she wanted so badly came crashing down when Simone’s — beautiful, amazing, wonderful, show-stopping, sexy Simone’s — fingernails scratched the stiff sides of her nipple. As the first wave hit, she pinched Faye’s nipple between her thumb and second finger, tickling the tortured tip with her first finger.
“Tickle, tickle little cum kitty. Cum as much as you want, Mommy’s good, good girl. Tickle, tickle, tickle!” The whisper in her ear, the tickles on her soles — her arches! — and the fingers pinching and tickling her nipple burnt through her walls, crashing into the fairy in a wave of ecstasy.
“YEAAAAHAHAHAHAS! TIHIHIHICKLE MEEHEHEHE! I’M SOHOHOHO TEEEEE — TICKLISH! — AHAHAHA!” Tossed around in the waves of her own bliss, an awful, wonderful thing happened. The thing she wanted most of all.
They kept tickling. As she came so hard her vision blurred, they just kept tickling. And Faye, poor, helpless, defenseless Faye, felt her nerves catching fire. Already too ticklish to bear it, she felt herself becoming more ticklish by the second as the pressure built anew.
“I’ll be back, Pretty Kitty.” Simone’s voice was right next to her, but so far away. Drowned in a sea of laughter and pleasure. She pinched her nipple one more time, then disappeared toward the foot of the bed.
“Oooh! There she goes!” Kiran giggled and added yet another finger — up to three on each hand — to the destruction of Faye’s sole. Never moving, never shifting, they kept their nails in the same spot, right in the curve of her arch near the center of her sole. “Such a hot little kitty! Cumming already?” They shook their head and bit their tongue to hold back a grin. “You are just insatiable, Giggles!”
Hearing a shift on the bed, Kiran looked up to see Simone lying between Faye’s legs, chin propped up on her hands with a smirk on her lovely lips. “Having fun?”
“The time of my life, Mama! Gosh, I knew Giggles was fun just from that first night on VC, but man! How do you get anything done? I don’t think I’d ever get bored of this foot, let alone the rest of her cute, sexy body.”
“STAHAAHAHA! — CAHAHAN’T TAHAHAHAHA! — TOOHOHOHOO TICKLISH!” Faye’s laughter sent a warm shudder down Kiran’s spine.
Their legs trembled, the grip they held on Faye’s ankle tightening and hips rolling to grind their pussy against the side of her foot. “Mmm, right there…”
The bed creaked. Kiran looked up, surprised by a sudden peck on their lips. Surprise gave way to heady desire, and they returned the kiss with enthusiastic glee.
“Anything I can get you?” Simone asked when their lips parted. Like Faye’s laughter, her sultry moaning whisper was maddening.
Kiran kissed her again. “Think you can grab my gloves? They’re all the way over there.” They grinned, raising one finger to point at their shorts lying only a few feet away.
Simone laughed and climbed off the bed — or rather, she rolled forward in an impressive display of athleticism landing on her feet with a ballerina’s grace — and swooped down to snatch the discarded shorts in the same movement. Then, with a little spin and a flourish, she bent down to place them on Kiran’s lap.
One hand lingered on their thigh, the other moving to take up the solemn duty of tickling Faye’s foot while they pulled on their gloves — soft, purple velvet with the lightest bit of friction on the fingertips. The moment their fingers came back into contact with Faye’s foot, the fairy arched her back off the bed and screamed.
“NYAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAA! WHAHAHAT THE — WHAHAHAT IS THAHAHAT! — AAAAAAH! IT TICKLES! IT TICKLES SO BAHAHAHAD!”
“Mmmm…” Kiran bit their lip and arched their back as Simone’s fingers slid between their thighs. Massaging the firm skin, inching upward with every caress. “If I didn’t know any better, Simone…I’d think you were flirting with me.”
Their lips met in a fierce collision, biting lips, tongues wrestling for dominance. Simone’s fingers traced their slit — a moment of hesitation, a slight nod and a frantic “Mmhmm” — then gently spread their lips. An afternoon riding the edge of desire and satisfying their most carnal urges had Kiran’s clit throbbing, peeking out of its hood, desperate for attention.
When Simone’s fingers stroked it, Kiran’s body jerked. As she massaged it — tiny circles, slow at first, but growing shorter and faster — they couldn’t stop the guttural moan from bringing an end to their frantic kissing.
“Oh wow…oh. Wow. You’re really — aha — really good at that.”
“Mmm, I have a lot of practice.” Simone grinned against Kiran’s lips. Her fingers quickened, moving in time with their pumping hips. “Do you want the Mommy routine, or…is there something else that I could do to help you?”
Kiran shook their head. “Nah, Mama. It’s hot and all, but — oh snap, right there — not really…not really my thing.” To take their mind off the approaching climax, Kiran scribbled their fingers faster into Faye’s arch. The vibrating, flapping foot and the teasing constant motion of Simone’s fingers had them right at the tipping point.
“So then…what is…your thing?” Simone asked between kisses trailing Kiran’s strong jaw, suckling on their collarbone. “Do you want me…to tickle you…hm?”
“Good luck with that — oh snap, oh wow — S-Simone. I’m n-not ticklish.” Kiran’s eyes cracked open. They could see a glimpse of Simone’s leaking little cock. They bit their lip. “I can — I can think of something though.”
“Oh?” Simone giggled and kissed their cheek. “Should I go down there and,” she flicked her tongue on Kiran’s earlobe, “finish you myself?”
“How about…” Kiran reached out with their free hand. Their velvety touch brushed against Simone’s shaft, stroking it from base to tip. The sharp hiss she sucked through her teeth brought a grin to their face. “I help you with this cute — little — cock — of yours?” They made sure to drag out each word, breathing them right into her ear, just as Faye had told them.
It worked. Better than they’d imagined. Simone’s body went limp, collapsing against them, arm snaking around their shoulders to stay aloft.
“Oh gosh — oh f-f-frick! Okay. Okay. I — ehehehe! I cahahaha — wahahait! Hahahahang on!” She jerked from one side to the other, shifting her feet in an adorable little dance as Kiran’s fingers continued to caress. Not even to tickle, just to appreciate. Her mouth fell open, a breathy moan when they took gentle hold of her, stroking her faster.
“Such a ticklish little thing! That’s adorable, Mama.” Now the tables were turned. Kiran sucked on Simone’s neck. A stroke. A skitter of nails on Faye’s foot. Another stroke. “You’re a wittle giggle girl, too, aren’t you? Just like your wittle Kitty.”
“Hahaha — Ahahaha! Nahahat — Oh frick. Oh frihihihick! Dohohon’t t-t —” Simone trailed off in a flurry of moaning giggles as they loosened their grip and stroked faster.
“Don’t what? Don’t teeease you? Aw, what’s wrong? Can dish it out, but can’t take it?” A double kill. Kiran couldn’t resist grinning. Tightening their grip, pumping faster. Pressing their velvety fingers into Faye’s flesh, tickling faster.
“OHOHOHOHO FAAHAHAHAHACK! I’M CUHUHUHUMING AGAAAAAAIN!”
And just as the fairy’s body arched, Kiran squeezed the tip of Simone’s little cock, brushing their thumb against the head in short, feather soft strokes.
“FRICK! FAHAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHO! WAHAHAHAIT! NAHAHT YET! NOT YET! RAHAHAHAHASBERREEEEEEHEHEHE!” Simone’s nails dug into Kiran’s shoulder, her entire body going limp.
Kiran released their hold on her, easing her to the floor with an apologetic smile. “Oh snap, was that too much? Sorry, Simone.” Though they hadn’t discussed it earlier, they remembered Simone using that same word earlier when Faye was tickling her. It was easy enough to assume it was a safe word. “You okay?”
Simone pushed herself up on her hands and knees. Hips twitching, still giggling, she nodded.
“Yehehes! S-Sohohorry, I’m ju —” She sputtered and collapsed onto her arms. “It’s too much. Not when I’m n-not ready f-for it. N-Not there.”
“Noted.” Still apologetic, Kiran’s lips curled into a grin. They filed that little piece of information in the back of their mind and turned their attention back on Faye’s foot. As all ten velvet nails descended into her expansive arch, the fairy’s laughter reached a new pitch. Ass bouncing against the bed, hair flying everywhere as her head thrashed.
“FAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHA! TOOOHOHOHOHOO TIHIHIHICKLIHIHIHISH! SOHOHOHOME OHOHOHONE FAAAAHAHAHACK MEEEEEHEHEHE!”
Simone sat back on her haunches and blew her hair out of her face. “Patience, Kitty. Mommy’ll take care of you in just a minute.” She looked up at Kiran with a slight smile. “I’m sorry for freaking out.”
“Nah don’t apologize, Mama.” Kiran winked and stuck out their tongue. “Maybe next time?” The furious blush that painted Simone’s cheeks made them laugh, but what she said next made their heart do a flip.
“Next time sounds great.” Simone climbed to her feet, thanking Kiran for their help, then jerked her thumb over her shoulder. “I’m gonna go check on Cassidy if you’re okay?”
“Oh, my boy needs all the help he can get.” Kiran chuckled. They watched Simone leave, staring at her ass as her hips swayed. When she draped her arms around Cassidy’s shoulders, startling him out of his trance, Kiran bit their lip. A hand pulled away from Faye’s foot and slid between their legs.
“Hey there, Big Boy. How’s it going?” Simone’s breath on Cassidy’s ear sent a violent shiver through his body. His back arched, lips making an audible smack as they peeled away from Faye’s saliva-slick toes.
“EEK! — HEHEHE! WAHAHAHIT! DOHOHON’T STAHAHAP! — PLEHEHEHEASE!”
Fuck! Like a distorted radio signal in a sea of static, that word burst through his thoughts, louder when Simone’s nails trailed down his chest. Too soft to tickle, but just sharp enough to make him squirm while they played at the edge of his areolas. “F-Fuck — I mean fine!” Cheeks on fire, heart thumping, Cassidy clenched his eyes shut and groaned.
Simone’s giggle only made things — made him — even harder.
“You know…she’s a big girl. She can handle the worst you can dish out. Watch.” Simone dug her fingernails into Faye’s sole, raking them from toe to heel. She pinched and scribbled them on her heel, raked back up to the ball of her foot. Drilled them into the plush flesh, then skittered down her arch, raking it with quick, little strokes.
Mouth agape, a trickle of drool on his lips — his aching dick damn near ready to explode — Cassidy watched Faye’s toes flex and wiggle, then scrunch down hard. He bit his lip, his nervous fingers joining Simone’s in teasing the delicious wrinkles on her sole.
“That’s it…right there. If you scratch right there while you suck and nibble on her toes,” Simone’s voice trailed off, lips pressing gentle kisses on his neck and shoulder. The hand on his chest fondled his stiff little nipple, pinching and rubbing — a half-step between ticklish and tantalizing — while her body began to rock in rhythm with the involuntary thrusts of his hips. “You’ll make her cum her brains out…and if you do that…”
Oh fuck. OH fuck. Oh FUCK.
“She’ll love you forever, do anything you want…do you want to make love to her sweet little pussy, Cassidy? It feels incredible!” Her hand drifted away from Faye’s foot, slipping around his waist, fingers brushing the base of his dick. “Or maybe…you want those big, soft, ticklish feet wrapped around this big guy.” His hips jerked; Simone giggled. “Oooh, is that it? So cute…well, that’s something we have in common.”
“Wh-What?” Cassidy turned his head, led by the gentle press of Simone’s fingers on his chin. His eyes widened, then fell shut when her lips claimed his. With a whimper, he melted at her touch.
“I love it when she strokes me with her big feet. But…you know…” Simone kissed him again. “I never get to enjoy the other side of it.”
Fuck.
Heartstopping. Blood racing. Face burning. Cassidy opened his eyes. Another whimper when he felt the weight of her smoldering stare piercing into him. The knowing smile on her lips; two fingers wrapped around his dick, stroking right at the base.
“You liked it when Faye tickled my feet, didn’t you?”
He nodded.
“Do you want to tickle my feet?”
Another nod. This one met with a soft kiss.
“How about we compromise, hm? Even though I know it’s going to destroy me — my feet are soooo ticklish — I want to feel those pretty lips on my toes. But, right now, it’s Faye’s turn.” Simone brushed her finger across his lips, gave his dick one last squeeze, then released it.
At first, Cassidy worried he’d fucked things up. He couldn’t help but frown, eyes darting to look away when Simone rose to her feet. He glanced back, watching her nylon clad little feet pad along the carpet for a single step. His eyes widened as she rose onto her toes and spun around, plopping down on the bed between Faye’s legs. Her soles brushed against the carpet, inching toward his legs. Up his thighs.
When her toes grazed his balls and stroked his dick, a strangled grunt caught in his throat. He looked up at her. Smirking, leaning back on her hands to steady herself. Toes teasing his balls — he squirmed and sputtered to avoid an embarrassing giggle — and stroking the underside of his dick with slow caresses.
“I promised I’d help you finish, didn’t I? So, I’m not as good at this as Faye, but…if you want, I could —”
“Oh fuck, please.” The words spilled out of his lips before he could stop them. His dick was leaking, dripping precum onto the tops of her feet. The soft, silken material wasn’t maddening like Kiran’s gloves. Sheer enough to see her dark, slender little feet, with purple nail polish and lighter soles. “Please. Holy shit.”
“I want to hear you say it…Sissy.”
His cheeks burned.
“Tell Mommy what you want her to do.” Her big toe brushed the underside of his dick head. Slowly stroking down again, she shifted her foot slightly, catching his dick between her toes. Back to the tip. She squeezed, and he squeaked. “Be a good boy and tell Mommy.”
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK.
With every stroke, his willpower crumbled. Barriers built not from reluctance but shame and insecurity came tumbling down with every drip of desire she squeezed from his throbbing erection. Cassidy swallowed his nerves and licked his lips.
“P-Please —” Simone’s foot released his dick, but now both feet stroked and teased his balls. His voice cracked when his hips thrust toward her. “Holy fucking shit! Okay! O-Okay, please for the love of fuck let me fuck your feet.” He glanced up at her. Staring down her nose at him, her head tilted, an eyebrow craned. His cheeks burned. “M-M-Mommy.”
Simone raised her hand, waving a finger. “On one condition…” She pointed at Faye’s foot. “I want you to suck Faye’s toes and really get in there and make her scream. You wanna know a secret?” She lowered her voice and grinned. “The only thing that makes Faye laugh more than my nails is my tongue. Think you can do that for me, Big Boy?”
The last bit of resistance he had left shattered to pieces when her feet wrapped around the base of his dick and gave it a single pump.
Like a starving man at a buffet, Cassidy grasped Faye’s foot in his hands and wrapped his lips around her two smallest toes. His thumbs pressed into the center of her sole, nails digging into the supple skin. But his mouth...Cassidy was no selfish lover. His mouth knew how to tease, how to pleasure, how to tickle. Soft suckles, teeth grazing the wiggling stems of her toes. His tongue chased them down, spelling out “Tickle, Tickle” with every eager lap and flick.
“OHOHOHOH MY GAAAAHAHAHAHAWD! SOOOHOHOHO TICKLEEEHEHEHE! YEHEHEHES! MORE — MOHOHORE LIHIHIHIKE THAHAHAT” Faye’s screaming laughter smacked him in the face like a wave washing on a sandy beach. It would have been enough on its own to unmake him, but when the warm wave of intoxicating pleasure reached his dick, it was already occupied.
“Good Boy…just like that. Mmmm, doesn’t she taste amazing?” With every word of encouragement, Simone’s silky soles pumped his dick. Stroking from base to just below the head. Firm, but tender. Quick, but patient. She had him in her clutches, and fuck was he happy to be there.
Pump. Pump.
“Mmm, frick, you are so big, Sissy. My tiny little feet can barely hold all of you.” Her grip changed, toes wrapping around his dick. She pumped a little faster. “Don’t you cum yet, though. I want you to make Faye cum first. Let me see you make love to her toes with your tongue.”
His lips released their hold on her toes. He nibbled on the ball of her foot, working his way back up to her toes. Planting quick, wet kisses on their undersides, he worked his way through each of them. At the end of his journey, where he started at her little toes, he thrust his tongue between them. Faye’s ass bounced with a new surge of frantic energy.
“OH GOD! OH GOD! FAHAHAHAHAHAHACK! YEHEHEHES! AHAHAHAHA TICKLES SOOOHOHOHO MUCH! I’M GAHAHAHAHA — AAAAAAHAHAHA!”
As her laughter grew, Simone’s stroking picked up speed. Nylons wet with his desperate leaking, they slid along his throbbing flesh without an ounce of friction. His hips started to thrust; his breathing quickened, short, shallow gasps between each thrust of his tongue.
“Good Boy…Mommy’s so proud of you.” Cassidy’s body shook with a low, hungry groan when Simone’s toes — her fucking amazing little toes — rubbed the tender, aching head of his dick at last. Gripping it between them like a joystick, jerking him with short strokes. Her husky voice reached his ears through the churning waves of pleasure sloshing around in his brain. “Cum for Mommy.”
“FUCK!” Cassidy’s lips slid away from Faye’s toes. He struggled to keep his thumbs working her sole as his entire body quaked and shook. A final thrust of his hips signaled the end, his dick exploding with an eruption of cum. He silently gasped and groaned. She was still stroking — she was still fucking stroking — and he was cumming even harder. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”
With every “Fuck” he thrust and she squeezed. Time turned to mush in his blurred brain, the world nothing but his dick, Faye’s wildly wiggling toes and ticklish sole, and Simone’s fucking incredible toes. When they finally retreated, nylons soaked with his torrential release, they left him breathless and shaking.
“Good boy.” Simone’s voice was so close it made him jump. Her fingers on his chin, her lips on his, it all seemed so far away. With a sudden surge of confidence, Cassidy rose on his knees to return her kiss. Her tongue pressing against his lips brought a moan that gave it entry to his eager mouth.
Her fingers in his hair; her tongue claiming every inch of his mouth for her own. Feelings he’d only felt with Kiran were bubbling up and over. When she pulled away, he quickly turned away to hide the moisture prickling in his eyes.
“Mommy’s so proud of you,” Simone said, kissing his cheek. “I’m going to go finish my turn with Kitty, then you can go next. I know she’s dying to feel you inside her.”
“S-Sure, s-sounds — um — sounds f-fucking awesome.” Cassidy wiped his eyes and watched her crawl onto the bed. His heart leaped into his throat when she glanced back at him and winked.
“Don’t you dare stop tickling that foot, or Mommy’ll have to spank you for being naughty.” She giggled and turned back to Faye.
The fire in Cassidy’s cheeks and stomach burned bright enough to incinerate his fear and doubts. He caught sight of Faye’s bouncing breasts and ass, her pudgy tummy and tear-streaked, beet-red face. His eyes drifted to her soft, thick thighs and to her gushing pussy just before it disappeared behind Simone.
He licked his lips before wrapping them around Faye’s big toe. He wrapped an arm around her ankle to steady himself, then dug into her sole with all five fingers of his free hand.
“Coochie coo, Kitty. TIckle, tickle, tickle.” Cassidy’s shoulders relaxed. A grin spread across his face.
The sight of Faye lost in a tickle-induced mania never failed to make Simone’s heart race. It wasn’t just the fairy’s supernatural beauty, though that was something that could never be ignored, nor was it just the delight of seeing a ticklish girl tickled. Maybe it was her Soulspark — the core of her magical power — that made her laughter so intoxicating and additive. Simone wanted to believe it wasn’t purely physical or magical, but something deeper.
Faye was her oldest friend, her first love turned love of her life, and her favorite person in the world. A cheerful ray of sunshine in a life that had its share of storm clouds. She could be frisky and frustrating and too emotional, but she was always fun. She didn’t ask for much and gave Simone so much more than she took. To see her in the throes of ecstasy, golden tan skin glistening with sweat, face red and streaked with tears, was more than just arousing.
It was a destination that made every journey worth it.
“You look so beautiful, Kitty.” Simone settled in between Faye’s legs, kissing her thighs softly, working her way to her dripping core. “So pretty. Such a ticklish little kitty. My — our — ticklish little kitty.” Her hands reached for Faye’s thighs. Teasing, grazing nails reached her hips, then dug in, squeezing a fresh new octave of laughter from her.
A deeper, husky moan of laughter. Her head raised. Their eyes met, Faye’s sparkling with desire. She was too far gone to speak, and could only throw her head back and laugh more when Simone’s lips touched her lower belly.
“Do you want me to kiss you, Kitty?” A frantic nod. She kissed lower. Her breath tickled Faye’s swollen clit, her throbbing pink button desperate for attention. “Do you want Mommy to taste you?”
“YAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAS!” The only word she could force through her hysteria. Desperate. Yearning.
The first taste was always the sweetest. Still squeezing her thighs, Simone flicked her tongue against Faye’s eager button. Her grip tightened, holding her down when her hips bucked. Another lick, a scream broke through the laughter. “Mmmm…” Lips wrapping around Faye’s clit, she gave it a short, firm suck. Faye came instantly, fresh, hot love juices spilling down her already soaked thighs.
Simone’s eyes fluttered shut while her tongue fluttered against the sensitive nub like a piece of candy. Tracing shapes at random, spelling out Faye’s favorite words — Coochie coo, gitchy gitchy, and of course, tickle, tickle, tickle — lapping up as much of her spilling desire as she could manage.
Sweeter than sugar and twice as addictive. Every suckle filled Simone’s belly with boiling yearning, demanding she drank deeper. Were it not for the cataclysmic pressure between her thighs, her little cock so eager it was ready to pop, she’d have stayed where she was for the rest of the night. Sipping at her beloved tickle fairy’s fountain until she passed out drunk and satisfied.
With a noisy kiss, Simone pulled back and licked her lips. “Are you ready for Mommy to make love to your pussy, Kitty?”
“UH HUH! UH HUHAAHAHAHAHAHA!”
Were there any desire left for her to draw this out, hearing her girlfriend’s urgency took hold of Simone’s thoughts and cast it aside. She rose onto her knees, gripped Faye’s thighs, and brushed her trembling cock head along Faye’s dripping slit.
“You’re so pretty, Kitty. So hot, so ticklish, mmm…I love you so much.” Simone bit her lip and leaned forward. Her mouth fell open in a gasp, sliding in effortlessly. Only once her entire length was inside Faye’s warm, wet center did she finally breathe again. “Here — oh frick — here it c-c — oh Faye — here it comes.”
The first thrust was almost enough to make her pop. A primal moan ripped through the fairy’s endless laughter, her arms and legs tensing with newfound strength. She clenched around Simone’s little cock and raised her head. Eyes sparkling, tongue hanging from her mouth, she purred and rolled her hips. The moment of lucidity spent, she fell back laughing once more.
The second thrust was just as slow, just as cautious as the first. Not because she was uncertain, but wanting to savor every second inside her. Simone knew she only had a few more in her — her tolerance for edging was virtually non-existent — before she came and didn’t want it to be over too quickly. The third thrust was just a bit faster.
“Oh my god, Faye. So good. You’re so — you feel so good.” Rhythm building, hips rocking. Simone curled her toes. Her whole body moved with her hips. The fairy’s laughter filled up her body, like invisible hands that grabbed her hips and moved them faster. Like teasing, tantalizing fingers that stroked her cock alongside Faye’s tight, hot pussy.
“T-Tickle, tickle, tickle, Kitty…T-tickle, tickle…” Moaning, gasping. Her hands moved from Faye’s hips, nails scribbling across her bouncing belly. She squeezed her chubby sides and rolled her head back, grinning when Faye’s laughter grew again. Filling her. Overflowing from her. Drowning her in its smoldering, sensual embrace.
She started to tremble. Building pressure too great to fight anymore. She was going to pop.
“Holy fuck, you’re both so goddamn fucking hot.” Cassidy’s voice joined the swirling colors and sounds in Simone’s brain. She whimpered and lurched forward, squeezing Faye’s sides to keep her balance.
“Mmmm, that’s right. Get her good, Mama. Give that cute little cock of yours everything it deserves.” Kiran’s heady growl was like teasing nails skittering along Simone’s spine. She bit her lip and shook her head. “Let us see you cum, Mama. Let it allllllll out.”
Breathing in shallow, moaning gasps, Simone thrust faster. Harder. She opened her eyes and glanced back over her shoulder. Their eyes on her, watching every movement. She looked down at Faye.
Kitty’s eyes were locked with hers. And though she’d been tickled into a manic sex-addicted stupor, somehow she kept enough control to wave her tail in Simone’s face.
Her eyes widened. Faye’s tail disappeared. She felt it brush across her toes from one pinky toe all the way across all ten to the other.
“OHOHOHOHO FRIHIHICK! AHAHAHAHA!” Simone’s hips thrust forward and her control — and cock — burst. Every swipe of Faye’s tail across her toes like a pendulum sent an entire lightning storm of electricity to the tip of her dick. Dragging her orgasm out longer than should have been possible. No matter how much she came, more kept cumming.
Her vision blurred with tears and bliss, her body drowning in an ocean of overwhelming sensation. Fingers sinking into the soft skin of Faye’s sides, she thrust one final time before collapsing forward on her. Laughing uncontrollably, her hips still thrusting even after she was already spent. From her kneeling position, she could just barely wiggle her feet, not enough to escape the unbearable tickling of the fairy’s tail on her toes.
“STAHAHAHAP! IT’S YOUR TUHUHUHRN!” But with her strength spent, Simone could do nothing to get away. Faye, she realized, was likely only half-aware of what was happening. The others hadn’t stopped tickling her feet; she was still tickling her sides.
With a squeal, Simone managed to scramble away. She lay back on the bed, draped across Faye’s lap, struggling to settle her giggles and catch her breath. Still panting, she sat up and looked down at Faye with a playful glare.
“That was — hehehe! — s-so naughty, Kitty. M-Mohohommy’s gonna have — hehehe! — gonna have to sp-spank.” Simone turned to Cassidy. “Ready to switch?”
