The rules of the game were pretty straightforward. She could touch me however she pleased, within the bounds of my hard limits, and so could her partner. But I would not touch him, either with my hands or my mouth. I've always been heterosexual, but I've wondered what it would be like to play with both a woman and a man. This was my chance to find out.
She led me into the bedroom, where the under the mattress straps were already waiting. She was wearing a short, black dress that she knew I liked because it showed off her curves. She's only 5 feet tall, so her feet are tiny, but they were bare with ruby red toes. I had already stripped naked. She tied me down, one limb to each corner, and placed the blindfold over my eyes.
"Are you ready?" she asked. I nodded.
I heard her leave the room. Seconds passed, maybe a minute. Finally, the door opened and, I presume, they both walked in. It was hard to hear bare feet on the carpet. I was well aware of what happened next, though. I felt two sets of hands on each of my feet. I jumped as if I had been electrocuted.
"AHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH," the laughter poured forth like a dam had burst.
They tickled my feet for a solid minute before I felt the hands move up my legs, grabbing my knees, scribbling on the undersides of my knees and thighs. I bucked, thrashed, and howled. They kept tickling me, up to my sides and the sensitive spot under my arms. I felt two hands on my belly and two more testing out my neck. I had no idea who was who. Both sets of hands felt soft and ticklish. I assumed that he moisturized his hands and I knew she kept her fingernails short.
The tickling was already becoming too much to take. They were merciless as they moved about my body in silence. I felt the finger nails of two hands on my feet, one on each. The other set of hands had become interested in my neck and belly, and there was one hand on each. It was torture.
"HAHAHhahahahheheheohmygodhehehhahahaha," I just laughed and squirmed as much as I could, given the straps holding me down.
I could not see anything, but I have to imagine she was enjoying the torture. But this was not her end game. She knew that intense tickling made me laugh and scream and squirm, but she was going for another reaction. The hands stopped and I was left panting. I had barely had time to catch my breath when I felt more gentle tickles on the bottom of my feet and on the inside of my thighs. I still could not tell who was who. The softer tickles were more pleasurable and, as I giggled, my cock began to stiffen.
I felt a hand grip my cock and start to stroke. It was a firm grip. Maybe it was him? I had never had a guy touch my cock before. One hand stroked me, two more were gently tickling the inside of my thighs. Another was on my stomach. I was lost in giggles and pleasure until I felt something new: a mouth around my cock. I knew her partner was not bisexual, so this had to be her. I think? I couldn't be sure. The hot mouth wrapped its lips around my rock hard dick and worked up and down while two hands tickled the bottoms of my feet with enough pressure to cause laughter mixed in with my moans.
"Ohhohhhehehehe," my eyes rolled back in the blindfold. I nearly orgasmed, but the mouth stopped and all of a sudden the tickling intensity increased tenfold. Two hands squeezed my sides, two more raked up and down my soles.
"BAhhahahahaohahhahahahhahaha."
They kept on it for a minute or so and then I felt a different mouth on my cock. Wait? A different mouth? So this was him? Or the last one was? Or actually maybe it feels kind of the same but a different technique. This time, I felt the tongue tracing up and down the underside of my cock. There was more salvia too. This was definitely someone different, I ... I think?
The gentle tickles continued under my arms and on my chin. When the mouth withdrew, my cock was slick with spit and a hand immediately grabbed it and started stroking. It brought my close to orgasm before stopping and then another round of intense tickles followed. This time they really went at it. Hands rapidly moved to all of my worst spots, from my neck to my armpits to my belly to my feet and legs. Minutes passed. I don't know if I could have taken much more when they stopped. I thought I heard them moving around a bit, and then a mouth was back on my cock. It seemed like the first mouth. Or the second? I wasn't sure. Gentle tickles followed on the undersides of my toes while the mouth worked me over.
"OhhhhhehehehehehIwanttocum," I said.
They stopped. For the first time since this torture began, I heard her speak. Her voice came from the foot of the bed, so she could have been tickling me, or sucking me.
"Beg for it," she said.
Two hands dug into my feet and under my toes while a mouth wrapped around my cock and a hand tickled my balls. I begged.
"Please, oh my god please I can't take itthehhahhehehehhehe."
They stopped and then started another round of intense tickling. And so it went. Over, and over. I kept begging. I promised I would get them both off, even though that was not part of the original negotiation. I just needed to cum and to get a break from the tickling. A mouth was on my cock sucking for all it was worth. It pulled back and a hand, maybe the same person, maybe someone different? Grabbed my cock and stroked. This time, it did not stop. I came like a fountain and I felt the ropes of cum spray across my stomach.
After letting me enjoy the orgasm, all the hands withdrew. I felt a towel wipe my stomach and cock. Then a door opened and closed. Two hands reached to my blindfold and pulled it off. Blinking, I saw her smiling down on me
"Did you have fun?" she asked.
"Yeah, I did," I said. "Uhh, tell me, who made me cum? Was it both of you or?"
"Does it matter?" she asked.
I thought about it for a second. It was maybe the most intense orgasm of my life. I told her it didn't matter at all.
"Good, because I did get a little jealous seeing you cum so hard," she said. "I know the rules were no touching him, but I assume you don't mind touching me?"
"Of course not," I said.
She smiled and nodded. She turned around and sat over her face. I could see that she was not wearing panties, and she brought her wet pussy down over my mouth.
As I started to lick, I felt her fingers start to tickle my belly.
She led me into the bedroom, where the under the mattress straps were already waiting. She was wearing a short, black dress that she knew I liked because it showed off her curves. She's only 5 feet tall, so her feet are tiny, but they were bare with ruby red toes. I had already stripped naked. She tied me down, one limb to each corner, and placed the blindfold over my eyes.
"Are you ready?" she asked. I nodded.
I heard her leave the room. Seconds passed, maybe a minute. Finally, the door opened and, I presume, they both walked in. It was hard to hear bare feet on the carpet. I was well aware of what happened next, though. I felt two sets of hands on each of my feet. I jumped as if I had been electrocuted.
"AHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH," the laughter poured forth like a dam had burst.
They tickled my feet for a solid minute before I felt the hands move up my legs, grabbing my knees, scribbling on the undersides of my knees and thighs. I bucked, thrashed, and howled. They kept tickling me, up to my sides and the sensitive spot under my arms. I felt two hands on my belly and two more testing out my neck. I had no idea who was who. Both sets of hands felt soft and ticklish. I assumed that he moisturized his hands and I knew she kept her fingernails short.
The tickling was already becoming too much to take. They were merciless as they moved about my body in silence. I felt the finger nails of two hands on my feet, one on each. The other set of hands had become interested in my neck and belly, and there was one hand on each. It was torture.
"HAHAHhahahahheheheohmygodhehehhahahaha," I just laughed and squirmed as much as I could, given the straps holding me down.
I could not see anything, but I have to imagine she was enjoying the torture. But this was not her end game. She knew that intense tickling made me laugh and scream and squirm, but she was going for another reaction. The hands stopped and I was left panting. I had barely had time to catch my breath when I felt more gentle tickles on the bottom of my feet and on the inside of my thighs. I still could not tell who was who. The softer tickles were more pleasurable and, as I giggled, my cock began to stiffen.
I felt a hand grip my cock and start to stroke. It was a firm grip. Maybe it was him? I had never had a guy touch my cock before. One hand stroked me, two more were gently tickling the inside of my thighs. Another was on my stomach. I was lost in giggles and pleasure until I felt something new: a mouth around my cock. I knew her partner was not bisexual, so this had to be her. I think? I couldn't be sure. The hot mouth wrapped its lips around my rock hard dick and worked up and down while two hands tickled the bottoms of my feet with enough pressure to cause laughter mixed in with my moans.
"Ohhohhhehehehe," my eyes rolled back in the blindfold. I nearly orgasmed, but the mouth stopped and all of a sudden the tickling intensity increased tenfold. Two hands squeezed my sides, two more raked up and down my soles.
"BAhhahahahaohahhahahahhahaha."
They kept on it for a minute or so and then I felt a different mouth on my cock. Wait? A different mouth? So this was him? Or the last one was? Or actually maybe it feels kind of the same but a different technique. This time, I felt the tongue tracing up and down the underside of my cock. There was more salvia too. This was definitely someone different, I ... I think?
The gentle tickles continued under my arms and on my chin. When the mouth withdrew, my cock was slick with spit and a hand immediately grabbed it and started stroking. It brought my close to orgasm before stopping and then another round of intense tickles followed. This time they really went at it. Hands rapidly moved to all of my worst spots, from my neck to my armpits to my belly to my feet and legs. Minutes passed. I don't know if I could have taken much more when they stopped. I thought I heard them moving around a bit, and then a mouth was back on my cock. It seemed like the first mouth. Or the second? I wasn't sure. Gentle tickles followed on the undersides of my toes while the mouth worked me over.
"OhhhhhehehehehehIwanttocum," I said.
They stopped. For the first time since this torture began, I heard her speak. Her voice came from the foot of the bed, so she could have been tickling me, or sucking me.
"Beg for it," she said.
Two hands dug into my feet and under my toes while a mouth wrapped around my cock and a hand tickled my balls. I begged.
"Please, oh my god please I can't take itthehhahhehehehhehe."
They stopped and then started another round of intense tickling. And so it went. Over, and over. I kept begging. I promised I would get them both off, even though that was not part of the original negotiation. I just needed to cum and to get a break from the tickling. A mouth was on my cock sucking for all it was worth. It pulled back and a hand, maybe the same person, maybe someone different? Grabbed my cock and stroked. This time, it did not stop. I came like a fountain and I felt the ropes of cum spray across my stomach.
After letting me enjoy the orgasm, all the hands withdrew. I felt a towel wipe my stomach and cock. Then a door opened and closed. Two hands reached to my blindfold and pulled it off. Blinking, I saw her smiling down on me
"Did you have fun?" she asked.
"Yeah, I did," I said. "Uhh, tell me, who made me cum? Was it both of you or?"
"Does it matter?" she asked.
I thought about it for a second. It was maybe the most intense orgasm of my life. I told her it didn't matter at all.
"Good, because I did get a little jealous seeing you cum so hard," she said. "I know the rules were no touching him, but I assume you don't mind touching me?"
"Of course not," I said.
She smiled and nodded. She turned around and sat over her face. I could see that she was not wearing panties, and she brought her wet pussy down over my mouth.
As I started to lick, I felt her fingers start to tickle my belly.
