Tickle planet part 3 "Squealers and finishers". F/F, Sci-fi, mainly feet. ADULT.
Finishers and squealers
Tickle planet part 3
Several days went past uneventfully for Jem since her wondrous evening’s tickle torture with Ariana. Jem started to wonder if she had imagined the feelings Ariana had seemed to share with her. Jem was under confident and didn’t really have any appreciation of her own exquisite beauty despite the advances of many kitzlees and the now apparently growing attention from the Kitzler madams. In a small rural industrial outpost like Sockton a beautiful kitzlee ran the risk of becoming known and remembered amongst the Kitzlers and this could lead to much more attention. The most beautiful were sometimes shipped off to rich kitzler women in the larger cities, sometimes even to the debauchery of the capital if they were particularly gorgeous. Despite the fact that this fate was secretly far more appealing to Jem than most Kitzlees she would not wish to leave her home or the company of the kitzlees she called her kin, daydream as she might. Now most of all, now that she suspected she may have fallen in love with Ariana, being shipped away would be disastrous for her.
It was a warm sunny morning and Jem and Tara were unloading the raw cotton crop being brought in from the fields. The outlying farm areas were almost fully automated but for some reason within the town walls the cotton was transferred to the factories buy chains of kitzlees scurrying back and forth with carts, perhaps purely for reasons of subjugation. Jem and Tara were in the south square loading their carts with whispy raw cotton. Jem looked over to the punishment stocks but they were empty. No public tickling to secretly enjoy. She looked up and over to the back window of Madam Ciera’s large townhouse, the window where she had first seen Ariana, but it was empty. In the distance she could hear the squeals and gasps and giggles of pleasure from the temple of the foot worship goddess Longoriar which lay directly on her path to the factory. And very faintly, further in the distance she could just make out the tortured howls of hysterical laughter coming from the temple of the tickle torture goddess Hannigorn. The morning ‘offerings’ were being made. Jem closed her eyes and thought back to the sensation of Ariana’s nimble delicate fingers tickling her helpless stocked feet and she stood motionless in a trance for a moment.
“JEM!” said Tara waving a hand in front of her face and snapping her back to reality.
“Jem, my cart is full. You coming with me or not?”
“Oh. Right. Sorry Tara. I was miles away.”
“Nice place was it?” said Tara with a wry smile, indicating Jem’s erect nipples visible through her work shirt. Jem filled her cart quickly and the two hurried off in the direction of the factory.
Ariana was reading in the gardens of the kitzler private gated village. She was trying to read but she couldn’t concentrate. She was wondering how she could find Jem again. She was wondering how she could meet her again and tickle her again and make love to her without betraying her confidence to the other kitzlees. Jem was all she could think about; her short pretty bob of ruby red hair; her pert ass in her tight work shorts and most of all her beautifully soft ticklish feet. She longed to suck those perfect little toes. She cursed herself for her timidity, gave up on reading and stomped back off to the house she still shared with her Kitzler Matron Ciera and Ciera’s live in lover Kendra. She hoped she wouldn’t bump into either of the objectionable women and prayed she would simply make it to her room in peace to lock her door and relieve her tension. It should be ok. They should both be participating in the offerings at the temple of Hannigorn right now and then they tended to go out for brunch. Ariana was used to being lonely. She was good natured in stark contrast with the other kitzlers and she had no interest in making another living creature suffer. As such she had found herself unable to partake of the bounty of ticklish kitzlee soles in the town and opted to simply bury herself in learning and better herself that she might one day leave the parochial confines of Sockton and escape to peace and solitude somewhere far away from Ciera and Kendra and those like her. When the foot tickling urge she shared with all kitzlers threatened to ruin her concentration she would retire to her room and touch herself while she sucked her own beautiful slender toes. She was very flexible and dearly loved the sensation of having her toes sucked but had always denied herself, hating as she did most of the other kitzlers who might oblige. Only a handful of times had she ever had her toes sucked by another person, least of all a willing participant, and the last time was quite a while ago back at the conditioning academy. Resistance was getting harder and harder by the day as her pre-programmed desires grew stronger and stronger and she had been unable to see a way to reconcile the torment within her - until now. Now there was Jem. Beautiful little Jem who loved to be tied up and have her feet tickled. Ariana quickened her pace and made for her chamber with a spring in her step.
As she rounded the corner into the side driveway of Ciera’s townhouse to enter via the kitchens her heart sank. Ice gripped her stomach and her pace slowed to a dawdle as she saw something familiar and entirely unwelcome. Parked up in the side driveway was a huge intimidating lorry-like mobile home. It was an ugly diesel guzzling affair with huge tractor like tyres and the entire bodywork was painted in camouflage patterns and finished in chrome. Ariana knew this vehicle well from her childhood. It was the mobile home and tickle torture chamber that belonged Ciera’s old eccentric travelling friend from before she settled in Sockton ‘Aunt’ Gwenne. And she had come back for another visit. Gwenne was a torture tutor and lecturer at the tickle conditioning academy in her earlier years and she was now retired. Her ageing had been frozen at the more commanding age of 38. Since her retirement from the academy about 10 years back she had taken her mobile torture workshop on the road to travel tickle planet and sample it’s most ticklish delights and hone the torturing skills of the many Kitzler friends and contacts she had made, Ciera amongst them. She was a tickle torturer through and through and she had no interest in being tickled herself. The more her victims suffered, the bigger the kick she got out of it. She thrived on howls of ticklish torment and on reducing kitzlees, and even the occasional kitzler to tears. When Gwenne visited, Ciera and Kendra would often find themselves the ticklees and have their limits thoroughly tested. Ariana detested the woman and had one or two unpleasant memories of brushes with her in the past, happily no full sessions though. Ariana approached the side door leading into the kitchen area and slipped stealthily inside. She wondered whether to slip her shoes off. It had the advantage of greater stealth but the disadvantage of appearing like a red rag to a bull if Gwenne was around. She elected to just keep them on and be quick and as quiet as possible. As she exited the kitchens passing a few kitzlee kitchen staff being very careful to mind their own business, she slipped into the hallway and was almost at the stairs when she heard a loud commanding voice behind her.
“My dear Ariana! How you’ve matured.” Ariana turned around slowly to face Gwenne.
“It is little Ariana isn’t it? I barely recognised you; you look so different from how I remember you. You look positively delicious my dear!” said Gwenne with a sneer.
Ariana looked her up and down. She was tall, as tall as Ciera. Her hair was steely grey and cut short in a crew cut. She wore a black vest top, baggy combat fatigues and black combat boots. She smelled faintly of engine oil. She had several facial piercings including a row of three tongue piercings each with a barb designed to tickle.
“Aunt Gwenne. So glad to see you again.” said Ariana insincerely. “Do please excuse me but I have quite a lot of reading to do.”
“But we’ve barely had a chance to catch up my dear. Don’t you want to entertain your old Aunt Gwenne? After all Ciera and Kendra are out and I’m all alone until they return.” Gwenne stepped closer to Ariana backing her up against the wall.
“I’m sorry Aunt Gwenne but I really am very busy, I have to go.” Ariana side stepped and made to leave but Gwenne’s hands darted out straight into Ariana’s armpits. She squealed and struggled and folded up into a defensive ball but Gwenne was far stronger and supremely well versed in the art of tickling. Gwenne wrestled Ariana easily to the ground, pushed her face down and deftly flipped off her right shoe. Ariana squealed as she felt the shoe pop off and Gwenne shifted her position and grabbed Ariana’s ankle in a “headlock” and immediately began tickling her bare sole, digging her fingernails in for sharp scratchy tickles. Ariana screamed with laughter and thrashed and tried to kick with her other foot but Gwenne caught and trapped it easily.
“What delicate little piggies you have Ariana! Just as I remember. So soft! Do you even use them for walking?”
After a good scratchy tickle of Ariana’s protesting foot Gwenne allowed her up, stole a squeeze of her ribs and let her go. Ariana made a b-line for the stairs knowing she had only gotten away because Gwenne had allowed it.
“Perhaps we’ll catch up later then my darling.” Gwenne shouted mockingly after her as she ran up the stairs two at a time still only wearing one shoe.
Ariana arrived at her chamber, closed the door behind her, locked it and wedged a chair up against it as she did when she did not want to be disturbed, since she knew Ciera kept keys to every room in the house and it was entirely possible that Gwenne knew where they were. She closed and locked her shutters but left the window open allowing a cool breeze to play through the room to calm her. With the room now made safe to the best of her ability, she flopped onto her back on her large elaborate circular bed, kicked off her remaining shoe and lay there for a while allowing the rage from her encounter with Gwenne to subside. How dare she?! She just assaults anyone she pleases? Ariana knew she would have to construct some way to evade the unpleasant house guest. She knew she herself was a ‘squealer’ meaning that if she were tickled she would simply continue becoming more and more ticklish and never achieving orgasm or release from the tickling alone and without the involvement of her clit as the ‘finishers’ could. The briefest of tickles from Gwenne’s honed fingernails on just one of her bare soles had already just tickled her quite outside her comfort zone. Gwenne would drive her insane if she got her hands on her. She thought about moving out and getting her own place and concluded it may be a viable long term solution but no use now. Her mind raced through numerous confusing topics all jostling for her attention but it wasn’t long before she calmed down and began thinking about Jem. She replayed that wonderful evening in her mind. She wondered if Jem might have sucked her toes if she had asked her to, or even tickled her back. She would definitely have described herself as a tickler rather than a ticklee but she was certainly curious about giving up control to someone who wanted to share in her ticklish pleasure, not mercilessly torture her like Gwenne and Ciera would. She rolled onto her belly and kicked her feet up in the air behind her. She reached her hands behind her, crossed them at the wrists over the small of her back just above the curve of her firm round behind and pretended she was hogtied and that Jem was tickling and sucking her pretty feet. She pictured the toes of one of her feet playing idly through Jem’s soft red hair as the other was pleasured and gently tickled. She wiggled her toes in the breeze and imagined Jem’s beautiful full lips gently closing over them. She rolled back over, sat up and bent one of her long flexible coltish legs around to present the sole of her foot and leaned over and kissed her own toes. One hand held the foot in place as the other wandered down between her legs and began to stroke her sweet spot. She slid three of her perfect delicate toes into her mouth and sucked on them. She abandoned her submissive curiosity and returned to thoughts of tickling Jem’s utterly adorable soft feet as she sucked her own toes and pleasured herself to a breathless climax, uttering the words “Oh Jem…” at the moment of ecstasy. And that moment was when the solution occurred to her. She would get with the Kitzler program! She would simply pretend that her urges had gotten the better of her and turn sadistic! She would wait until she saw Jem again and then stride confidently out and claim her from the street just as the other Kitzlers did. Why had she not thought of that before? A wide smile broke out onto her bright beautiful face as she panted in silence on the bed.
Jem and Tara were disinterestedly wheeling their empty carts back towards the south square passing by the grand front approach of Ciera’s townhouse. It was a hot mid-morning and their feet were warm and over sensitive in their work boots. As they got closer and closer to the marble steps leading up to the front double doors of the house Jem couldn’t help wondering if Ariana was inside somewhere and if she might ever see her again. Then she heard a voice from the other side of the street.
“You there. The kitzlee girl with the shorter hair. Stop where you are!”
Jem had been spotted by the Kitzlers again. She looked over and saw a Kitzler Madam in a long thin silken cloak walking towards her with the fur lined hood pulled over the upper portion of her face. Tara gave Jem a sympathetic look and reached down and squeezed her hand. Jem smiled and motioned for Tara to simply keep going and Tara picked up her cart and trudged on not looking back. This unfamiliar new Kitzler madam drew up next to Jem and stood over her. Jem looked down at the ground and her eyes were drawn over to the one long shapely green tinged leg parting the cloak and its exquisite slender delicate foot which stood in an elegant open toe high heeled shoe next to her. Other Kitzlees trudged by this way and that, none paying the slightest attention and all eyes on the ground or single-mindedly set dead ahead. Jem noted with interest that this Madam’s toenails were not painted, unlike most, and also that the shoe appeared to be a size too big.
“Look at me girl” Said the Kitzler still sternly but with a tiny hint of softness. Jem looked up and her heart leaped as she looked into Ariana’s beautiful face still sternly looking down her nose at her. The surprise in Jem’s eyes was undisguisable and for a minute she thought perhaps Ariana had been just like the other sadistic Madams all along but a glint in Ariana’s eye made her suspect otherwise.
“Wheel your cart over to the wall and leave it there. NOW girl, I don’t have all day.” Jem’s mind was racing as she complied.
“Now follow me.” Ariana strode off confidently towards the townhouse and Jem followed her up the steps catching glimpses of her perfect heels and calves as she ascended. Ariana held open the door, motioned Jem inside and closed it behind her.
“Hey there pretty.” said Ariana breaking character and smiling warmly. Jem grinned ear to ear and kissed Ariana immediately. Ariana kissed her back a little but pulled away and tried to calm Jem down.
“Jem, JEM! We’re not alone yet. Cierra and Kendra could be about, and even worse so could Aunt Gwenne. You do not want to meet Aunt Gwenne!” Ariana looked around but the dimly lit hallway was empty. The coast seemed clear but Ariana snapped back into character anyway.
“Eyes to the ground girl! How dare you be so insolent? You may have to be punished.” Said Ariana with a wink.
“Now follow me.” Ariana and Jem hurried through the house to the back staircase and up to the 4th floor where Ariana’s room was and at the top of the stairs Ariana slipped off her heels and the two gave up all pretences and trotted to the door, Ariana’s bare feet pattering lightly on the thick pile carpeted floor. Then they were in. Ariana closed the door behind her and wedged it closed with a chair. She turned and looked at Jem.
“Jem, I… I mean… I know you probably don’t… I mean I know I ordered you to follow me but do you… I mean did you… think about me?” Ariana asked nervously with tied tongue. All her bravado had been used up.
“Yes! Yes Ariana I haven’t stopped thinking about you since you tickled me! It was the best thing that ever happened to me!” Ariana smiled. She unfastened the cloak and let it drop to the floor revealing her small grey flannel pyjamas beneath. She smiled a cheeky smile. The top might have been unflattering on a figure less gorgeous than Ariana’s but on her it accentuated her curves. It lay loosely following the graceful curve of her breasts, hung from her erect nipples and stopped short revealing her slim toned midriff. The shorts were barely shorts and Jem’s eyes traced Ariana’s legs all the way up to the very edge of her modesty. Ariana dropped the high heels with a thud onto the thick pile cream rug carpet and walked towards Jem.
“No one will hear us up here Jem. And if they do I’ll simply tell the truth; that my lust got the better of me and I gave in and took you off the street for my pleasure.” Ariana looked Jem up and down following her curves beneath her tight work shorts and collared shirt. She traced Jem’s bare pale faintly blue tinged legs down to her clumpy work shoes.
“Can I tie you up and tickle your feet again please Jem?” asked Ariana, enjoying the words as they came out into the open air for the first time.
“Ooooh my god yes yes yes! Please tie me up and tickle my feet Ariana!” Ariana smiled gingerly.
“Call me Ari.” She said and gently pushed Jem backwards onto the bed. She knelt down and slipped off Jem’s shoes, right then left. Then she gently tugged Jem’s warm moist ankle socks off right then left revealing her overworked and stupendously ticklish feet. Jem’s hands covered her mouth as Ariana peeled her socks off, just the brushing of her fingers against Jem’s ankles already causing her to have to try to hold in the giggles. Ariana dropped the socks to the floor and looked up into Jem’s eyes and beaming smile and began softly stroking her feet in feather-light fingertip strokes, just barely touching. Jem began stifling her giggles and struggling to hold her feet still as Ariana ever so lightly tickled them and then she let out a peal of fully formed giggles and pulled her pretty little feet away onto the bed. Ariana smiled a mischievous smile. They both knew what that meant. Ariana climbed up onto the bed prowling like a cheetah stalking its prey and on all fours closed in for a passionate kiss. Jem felt a surge of lust as she was able to see straight down Ariana’s loose grey top to her perfect breasts as she approached. Her hands stroked the sides of Ariana’s face and her fingers ran through Ariana’s beautiful long pin straight hair as they kissed. Ariana’s hands meanwhile crept slowly under the pillow behind Jem and retrieved the simple silk scarves she would use to tie up the beautiful little kitzlee. Ariana disengaged the kiss, backed away and pulled her top off up over her head baring her perfect pert breasts. She reached down, grasped Jem’s ankles firmly and guided her over onto her belly. She then bent Jem’s knees upward and quickly tied her ankles together with one scarf, her wrists behind her with another and finally secured the two scarves together with a third completing the hogtie.
Jem was beside herself. Her heart was pounding in her throat. This was finally happening. The beautiful Kitzler girl with the heart of gold who she suspected she had fallen in love with was about to tickle her for a second time. She had been tickled many times before she met Ariana and had derived what small secret pleasure she could from each session, but it had never been like this. Never with someone with whom she could be open. Never with someone as exquisitely beautiful as Ariana.
Ariana got comfortable behind Jem and extended her long legs either side of her. Jem craned her head around to one side to stare in total lust at one of Ariana’s perfect slender feet now visible to her on either side. She briefly wondered if Ariana liked to be tickled. Then the tickling started again. Ariana’s fingers once more began their feather light teasing strokes over Jem’s now tied feet. She started at Jem’s ankles and gently stroked up the tops of her feet to her toes causing her to twitch her feet away towards her butt. Jem stifled a giggle. Ariana’s slender fingers then glided over her toes and down onto her soles in pattering irregular little touches causing Jem to curl her feet over and begin giggling little snatches of broken up giggles into Ariana’s bedsheets.
“Heeheehehee… hehehe… mmmm… Oh my god… Ari-heheheee!!”
Ariana was mesmerised. She was staring at the cutest little pair of soft ticklish feet tied up in front of her as her willing playthings. She had never been this turned on in her wildest fantasies. Jem’s feet were different from hers. They were smaller and less slender, and where Ariana’s feet were long and delicately feminine like perfect high heel shoe model feet, somehow Jem’s feet were a little fleshier, just slightly plumper and adorably cute. Ariana began to zero in, her touches becoming firmer and longer lingering, stroking in long graceful sweeps up and down Jem’s buttery soft entirely pink soles. Jem’s laughter picked up and she began squirming and she couldn’t help testing the strength of the silk ties. One of them gave a little and Ariana, inexperienced, re-tied it before continuing with the delicious foot tickles.
“AAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! AAAAARI!! HEEEHEHEHEHEEEEE!!!”
She scooched closer to Jem, pushing Jem’s knees right in between her legs where the heat was rapidly growing. She stroked Jem’s back with one of her own feet, working it under her shirt, and she continued tickling Jem’s feet as she listened to the beautiful noises of Jem’s musical giggling. She watched how Jem’s toes wiggled and splayed out and curled over as she tickled different bit of her feet. Tickling the sides of her feet tended to make her spread her toes out whilst tickling her arches made her scrunch them up and point them back out alternately. Tickling the toes themselves just made them wiggle entirely at random and Ariana noted with keen interest that Jem’s giggling always became a bit more urgent and panicked when her toes were tickled. Ariana began to focus on those darling little toes and predictably Jem’s giggling took on a more desperate character, interspersed with squeals. Jem began begging.
“ARIIIIHEHEHEHEEEE!! NOOHOHOO!! PLEEHEHEHEASE!! NOT MY TOOOHOHOHOES!!”
It briefly flashed through Ariana’s mind that she might want to heed the begging, that perhaps her little kitzlee friend was in genuine distress but she was absorbed in tickling and simply continued. Jem squirmed and giggled and squealed and begged as Ariana’s instincts kicked in and she wholly took on the role of predator. Jem was also now very wet between her legs. She was a ‘finisher’ and she started to feel the warm onset of orgasm building as the girl of her dreams tickled her toes.
“ARI! ARI!! OOOH!! HEEEHEHEHEHEEEE… OOOHOHOHOOOH… OH…” Just then Ariana snapped back to her senses and stopped, mis-interpreting Jem’s moans as moans of distress.
“Jem, I’m sorry, I got totally carried away, are you ok?”
“YESSSSS!!! Please tickle me Ari, ignore my begging, I was about to cum… oh my god… Please tickle my toes!!!”
“Oh! Right! Sorry!” Ariana smiled and launched happily back into Jem’s feet with all ten fingers. Jem gasped and giggled in little “eeeps” and squeaks and was quickly overcome by a shuddering orgasm, her first of the evening. There was a pause as she shuddered to a breathless stop. Ariana was a little lost for words. Jem’s orgasm was one of the most beautiful things she had ever witnessed but it was common knowledge that kitzlees were almost all squealers, not finishers. Kitzlee finishers were almost unheard of. The kitzler training and eugenics programme produced them that way as that was how most Kitzlers wanted their prey.
“I’m sorry Jem, I thought…” said Ariana, not sure how to finish the sentence.
“It’s ok… It’s ok… Ari… Oh my goohohohood…” gasped Jem, still giggling. She craned her head around and the two made eye contact and both burst out laughing at the amusing scene.
“I’m kinda new to this Jem.” Said Ariana.
“You’re a natural.” Said Jem with a wink.
“You’re a finisher!” said Ariana. Jem blushed.
“That’s… beautiful! Do you get more ticklish after you cum Jem?” said Ariana eyeing up Jem’s captive toes once more. Jem’s heart leaped again as she heard the question.
“Erm… Maybe…” offered Jem shyly, secretly hoping to tempt Ariana. Ariana smiled her mischievous smile again, shifted up onto her knees straddling Jem’s legs and, brushing her long hair to one side, leaned over and took three of Jem’s beautiful little toes gently into her mouth. Jem shivered all over as her toes slid into Ariana’s mouth.
“Ooooh… Ari!! Yes! Yes! Ooooh yes! Heheheheeeheheee…” Jem burst out into giggles again as Ariana’s warm lips and tongue began to explore her ticklish post orgasm toes. Ariana worked her tongue in between Jem’s super sensitive eager little toes and sucked and French kissed her way across all ten. Jem arched her back and thrust her butt in the air as her toes were pleasured. She didn’t know whether to moan with pleasure or laugh at the gentle ticklishness of the sensations. The goddess Longoriar would truly be proud of her right now she thought.
“Oh! Oh! Oh! ARI! Heeeheheheee… Oh my god ARI!! My toes!! Don’t stop!!” Ariana began grinding her hips against Jem’s shins as she ate up her toes for dinner. Jem alternately ground her hips into the bed and arched her back as another orgasm stirred. Ariana noticed the tension in Jem’s toned little butt as she sucked on her ticklish toes. Ariana decided she wasn’t hearing enough laughter and mixed in some finger-on-sole tickles for her own listening pleasure. Jem squirmed and laughed in surprise as Ariana tickled her tender arches and Ariana now struggled to keep Jem’s toes still to suck on. Jem’s feet flapped gently and pattered against Ariana’s face as her lips chased down the uncontrollably wiggling toes to administer more sucking. Ariana dug in a little harder into the yielding flesh of Jem’s soles, tickling harder and also gripping them to better suck the toes. She slipped into a tickle torturing trance, playing Jem’s feet like musical instruments as she tickled the beautiful petite kitzlee back up to a second adorable orgasm of shrill squeals and moans of pleasure. Ariana allowed Jem to calm back down out of this orgasm with only delicate feather light strokes to keep her softly giggling. Jem once again craned her head around to look at her beautiful captor and noted with a rush of lust that Ariana was only tickling her with on hand now; the other was inside her tiny grey flannel shorts.
“Ari… heheee… let me… let me pleasure you… heeheheheee…” Said Jem in between giggles. Ariana’s hand stopped moving and she withdrew it from her shorts and, stopping for one more loving suck on Jem’s toes, untied the scarves holding Jem in her hogtie. Jem, now free from her bonds, quickly undressed totally naked apart from the black silky choker with its prominent red gem, the security device all kitzlees wore. Having dealt with her own clothes she kissed Ariana and pulled her little grey flannel shorts off down her long shapely legs. As the shorts reached Ariana’s ankles she stopped, bunched them up pulling them tight around Ariana’s ankles and shifted forward to suck on Ariana’s toes. Ariana fell back on the bed, arched her back and stroked her flanks with her hands as Jem returned the favour of sucking her toes. Her mind went into orbit, overcome with sheer pleasure and more than a little ticklishness and she could not help herself but writhe on the bed in total bliss as her toes were sucked for the first time since the conditioning academies. She had dreamed of this for so long and it was better than she could have imagined. Jem was just as much in love with Ariana’s shapely feet as Ariana was with Jem’s. She worshipped Ariana’s gorgeous toes for a minute or two before her mind snapped back to the prize. Jem flicked the shorts off Ariana’s ankles, kissed her way up Ariana’s feet, up her inner claves, up her inner thighs and finally settled in to kiss and pleasure Ariana’s now very wet sex. Jem was new to this but she simply did what she thought would feel good on her. Ariana seemed to very much enjoy it, moaning loudly and calling her name “JEM! JEM!!”. Ariana’s feet stroked Jem’s back as she lay between her legs. It took only a minute or two of oral pleasure before Ariana too felt a huge orgasm wash over her and she opened her eyes to watch Jem as she came. Ariana wasted no time after she came and she rolled Jem flat on her back and climbed on top in a sixty-nine position. Ariana and Jem both kissed and licked each other’s sweet spots with renewed enthusiasm and both came again, even harder.
Finishers and squealers
Tickle planet part 3
Several days went past uneventfully for Jem since her wondrous evening’s tickle torture with Ariana. Jem started to wonder if she had imagined the feelings Ariana had seemed to share with her. Jem was under confident and didn’t really have any appreciation of her own exquisite beauty despite the advances of many kitzlees and the now apparently growing attention from the Kitzler madams. In a small rural industrial outpost like Sockton a beautiful kitzlee ran the risk of becoming known and remembered amongst the Kitzlers and this could lead to much more attention. The most beautiful were sometimes shipped off to rich kitzler women in the larger cities, sometimes even to the debauchery of the capital if they were particularly gorgeous. Despite the fact that this fate was secretly far more appealing to Jem than most Kitzlees she would not wish to leave her home or the company of the kitzlees she called her kin, daydream as she might. Now most of all, now that she suspected she may have fallen in love with Ariana, being shipped away would be disastrous for her.
It was a warm sunny morning and Jem and Tara were unloading the raw cotton crop being brought in from the fields. The outlying farm areas were almost fully automated but for some reason within the town walls the cotton was transferred to the factories buy chains of kitzlees scurrying back and forth with carts, perhaps purely for reasons of subjugation. Jem and Tara were in the south square loading their carts with whispy raw cotton. Jem looked over to the punishment stocks but they were empty. No public tickling to secretly enjoy. She looked up and over to the back window of Madam Ciera’s large townhouse, the window where she had first seen Ariana, but it was empty. In the distance she could hear the squeals and gasps and giggles of pleasure from the temple of the foot worship goddess Longoriar which lay directly on her path to the factory. And very faintly, further in the distance she could just make out the tortured howls of hysterical laughter coming from the temple of the tickle torture goddess Hannigorn. The morning ‘offerings’ were being made. Jem closed her eyes and thought back to the sensation of Ariana’s nimble delicate fingers tickling her helpless stocked feet and she stood motionless in a trance for a moment.
“JEM!” said Tara waving a hand in front of her face and snapping her back to reality.
“Jem, my cart is full. You coming with me or not?”
“Oh. Right. Sorry Tara. I was miles away.”
“Nice place was it?” said Tara with a wry smile, indicating Jem’s erect nipples visible through her work shirt. Jem filled her cart quickly and the two hurried off in the direction of the factory.
Ariana was reading in the gardens of the kitzler private gated village. She was trying to read but she couldn’t concentrate. She was wondering how she could find Jem again. She was wondering how she could meet her again and tickle her again and make love to her without betraying her confidence to the other kitzlees. Jem was all she could think about; her short pretty bob of ruby red hair; her pert ass in her tight work shorts and most of all her beautifully soft ticklish feet. She longed to suck those perfect little toes. She cursed herself for her timidity, gave up on reading and stomped back off to the house she still shared with her Kitzler Matron Ciera and Ciera’s live in lover Kendra. She hoped she wouldn’t bump into either of the objectionable women and prayed she would simply make it to her room in peace to lock her door and relieve her tension. It should be ok. They should both be participating in the offerings at the temple of Hannigorn right now and then they tended to go out for brunch. Ariana was used to being lonely. She was good natured in stark contrast with the other kitzlers and she had no interest in making another living creature suffer. As such she had found herself unable to partake of the bounty of ticklish kitzlee soles in the town and opted to simply bury herself in learning and better herself that she might one day leave the parochial confines of Sockton and escape to peace and solitude somewhere far away from Ciera and Kendra and those like her. When the foot tickling urge she shared with all kitzlers threatened to ruin her concentration she would retire to her room and touch herself while she sucked her own beautiful slender toes. She was very flexible and dearly loved the sensation of having her toes sucked but had always denied herself, hating as she did most of the other kitzlers who might oblige. Only a handful of times had she ever had her toes sucked by another person, least of all a willing participant, and the last time was quite a while ago back at the conditioning academy. Resistance was getting harder and harder by the day as her pre-programmed desires grew stronger and stronger and she had been unable to see a way to reconcile the torment within her - until now. Now there was Jem. Beautiful little Jem who loved to be tied up and have her feet tickled. Ariana quickened her pace and made for her chamber with a spring in her step.
As she rounded the corner into the side driveway of Ciera’s townhouse to enter via the kitchens her heart sank. Ice gripped her stomach and her pace slowed to a dawdle as she saw something familiar and entirely unwelcome. Parked up in the side driveway was a huge intimidating lorry-like mobile home. It was an ugly diesel guzzling affair with huge tractor like tyres and the entire bodywork was painted in camouflage patterns and finished in chrome. Ariana knew this vehicle well from her childhood. It was the mobile home and tickle torture chamber that belonged Ciera’s old eccentric travelling friend from before she settled in Sockton ‘Aunt’ Gwenne. And she had come back for another visit. Gwenne was a torture tutor and lecturer at the tickle conditioning academy in her earlier years and she was now retired. Her ageing had been frozen at the more commanding age of 38. Since her retirement from the academy about 10 years back she had taken her mobile torture workshop on the road to travel tickle planet and sample it’s most ticklish delights and hone the torturing skills of the many Kitzler friends and contacts she had made, Ciera amongst them. She was a tickle torturer through and through and she had no interest in being tickled herself. The more her victims suffered, the bigger the kick she got out of it. She thrived on howls of ticklish torment and on reducing kitzlees, and even the occasional kitzler to tears. When Gwenne visited, Ciera and Kendra would often find themselves the ticklees and have their limits thoroughly tested. Ariana detested the woman and had one or two unpleasant memories of brushes with her in the past, happily no full sessions though. Ariana approached the side door leading into the kitchen area and slipped stealthily inside. She wondered whether to slip her shoes off. It had the advantage of greater stealth but the disadvantage of appearing like a red rag to a bull if Gwenne was around. She elected to just keep them on and be quick and as quiet as possible. As she exited the kitchens passing a few kitzlee kitchen staff being very careful to mind their own business, she slipped into the hallway and was almost at the stairs when she heard a loud commanding voice behind her.
“My dear Ariana! How you’ve matured.” Ariana turned around slowly to face Gwenne.
“It is little Ariana isn’t it? I barely recognised you; you look so different from how I remember you. You look positively delicious my dear!” said Gwenne with a sneer.
Ariana looked her up and down. She was tall, as tall as Ciera. Her hair was steely grey and cut short in a crew cut. She wore a black vest top, baggy combat fatigues and black combat boots. She smelled faintly of engine oil. She had several facial piercings including a row of three tongue piercings each with a barb designed to tickle.
“Aunt Gwenne. So glad to see you again.” said Ariana insincerely. “Do please excuse me but I have quite a lot of reading to do.”
“But we’ve barely had a chance to catch up my dear. Don’t you want to entertain your old Aunt Gwenne? After all Ciera and Kendra are out and I’m all alone until they return.” Gwenne stepped closer to Ariana backing her up against the wall.
“I’m sorry Aunt Gwenne but I really am very busy, I have to go.” Ariana side stepped and made to leave but Gwenne’s hands darted out straight into Ariana’s armpits. She squealed and struggled and folded up into a defensive ball but Gwenne was far stronger and supremely well versed in the art of tickling. Gwenne wrestled Ariana easily to the ground, pushed her face down and deftly flipped off her right shoe. Ariana squealed as she felt the shoe pop off and Gwenne shifted her position and grabbed Ariana’s ankle in a “headlock” and immediately began tickling her bare sole, digging her fingernails in for sharp scratchy tickles. Ariana screamed with laughter and thrashed and tried to kick with her other foot but Gwenne caught and trapped it easily.
“What delicate little piggies you have Ariana! Just as I remember. So soft! Do you even use them for walking?”
After a good scratchy tickle of Ariana’s protesting foot Gwenne allowed her up, stole a squeeze of her ribs and let her go. Ariana made a b-line for the stairs knowing she had only gotten away because Gwenne had allowed it.
“Perhaps we’ll catch up later then my darling.” Gwenne shouted mockingly after her as she ran up the stairs two at a time still only wearing one shoe.
Ariana arrived at her chamber, closed the door behind her, locked it and wedged a chair up against it as she did when she did not want to be disturbed, since she knew Ciera kept keys to every room in the house and it was entirely possible that Gwenne knew where they were. She closed and locked her shutters but left the window open allowing a cool breeze to play through the room to calm her. With the room now made safe to the best of her ability, she flopped onto her back on her large elaborate circular bed, kicked off her remaining shoe and lay there for a while allowing the rage from her encounter with Gwenne to subside. How dare she?! She just assaults anyone she pleases? Ariana knew she would have to construct some way to evade the unpleasant house guest. She knew she herself was a ‘squealer’ meaning that if she were tickled she would simply continue becoming more and more ticklish and never achieving orgasm or release from the tickling alone and without the involvement of her clit as the ‘finishers’ could. The briefest of tickles from Gwenne’s honed fingernails on just one of her bare soles had already just tickled her quite outside her comfort zone. Gwenne would drive her insane if she got her hands on her. She thought about moving out and getting her own place and concluded it may be a viable long term solution but no use now. Her mind raced through numerous confusing topics all jostling for her attention but it wasn’t long before she calmed down and began thinking about Jem. She replayed that wonderful evening in her mind. She wondered if Jem might have sucked her toes if she had asked her to, or even tickled her back. She would definitely have described herself as a tickler rather than a ticklee but she was certainly curious about giving up control to someone who wanted to share in her ticklish pleasure, not mercilessly torture her like Gwenne and Ciera would. She rolled onto her belly and kicked her feet up in the air behind her. She reached her hands behind her, crossed them at the wrists over the small of her back just above the curve of her firm round behind and pretended she was hogtied and that Jem was tickling and sucking her pretty feet. She pictured the toes of one of her feet playing idly through Jem’s soft red hair as the other was pleasured and gently tickled. She wiggled her toes in the breeze and imagined Jem’s beautiful full lips gently closing over them. She rolled back over, sat up and bent one of her long flexible coltish legs around to present the sole of her foot and leaned over and kissed her own toes. One hand held the foot in place as the other wandered down between her legs and began to stroke her sweet spot. She slid three of her perfect delicate toes into her mouth and sucked on them. She abandoned her submissive curiosity and returned to thoughts of tickling Jem’s utterly adorable soft feet as she sucked her own toes and pleasured herself to a breathless climax, uttering the words “Oh Jem…” at the moment of ecstasy. And that moment was when the solution occurred to her. She would get with the Kitzler program! She would simply pretend that her urges had gotten the better of her and turn sadistic! She would wait until she saw Jem again and then stride confidently out and claim her from the street just as the other Kitzlers did. Why had she not thought of that before? A wide smile broke out onto her bright beautiful face as she panted in silence on the bed.
Jem and Tara were disinterestedly wheeling their empty carts back towards the south square passing by the grand front approach of Ciera’s townhouse. It was a hot mid-morning and their feet were warm and over sensitive in their work boots. As they got closer and closer to the marble steps leading up to the front double doors of the house Jem couldn’t help wondering if Ariana was inside somewhere and if she might ever see her again. Then she heard a voice from the other side of the street.
“You there. The kitzlee girl with the shorter hair. Stop where you are!”
Jem had been spotted by the Kitzlers again. She looked over and saw a Kitzler Madam in a long thin silken cloak walking towards her with the fur lined hood pulled over the upper portion of her face. Tara gave Jem a sympathetic look and reached down and squeezed her hand. Jem smiled and motioned for Tara to simply keep going and Tara picked up her cart and trudged on not looking back. This unfamiliar new Kitzler madam drew up next to Jem and stood over her. Jem looked down at the ground and her eyes were drawn over to the one long shapely green tinged leg parting the cloak and its exquisite slender delicate foot which stood in an elegant open toe high heeled shoe next to her. Other Kitzlees trudged by this way and that, none paying the slightest attention and all eyes on the ground or single-mindedly set dead ahead. Jem noted with interest that this Madam’s toenails were not painted, unlike most, and also that the shoe appeared to be a size too big.
“Look at me girl” Said the Kitzler still sternly but with a tiny hint of softness. Jem looked up and her heart leaped as she looked into Ariana’s beautiful face still sternly looking down her nose at her. The surprise in Jem’s eyes was undisguisable and for a minute she thought perhaps Ariana had been just like the other sadistic Madams all along but a glint in Ariana’s eye made her suspect otherwise.
“Wheel your cart over to the wall and leave it there. NOW girl, I don’t have all day.” Jem’s mind was racing as she complied.
“Now follow me.” Ariana strode off confidently towards the townhouse and Jem followed her up the steps catching glimpses of her perfect heels and calves as she ascended. Ariana held open the door, motioned Jem inside and closed it behind her.
“Hey there pretty.” said Ariana breaking character and smiling warmly. Jem grinned ear to ear and kissed Ariana immediately. Ariana kissed her back a little but pulled away and tried to calm Jem down.
“Jem, JEM! We’re not alone yet. Cierra and Kendra could be about, and even worse so could Aunt Gwenne. You do not want to meet Aunt Gwenne!” Ariana looked around but the dimly lit hallway was empty. The coast seemed clear but Ariana snapped back into character anyway.
“Eyes to the ground girl! How dare you be so insolent? You may have to be punished.” Said Ariana with a wink.
“Now follow me.” Ariana and Jem hurried through the house to the back staircase and up to the 4th floor where Ariana’s room was and at the top of the stairs Ariana slipped off her heels and the two gave up all pretences and trotted to the door, Ariana’s bare feet pattering lightly on the thick pile carpeted floor. Then they were in. Ariana closed the door behind her and wedged it closed with a chair. She turned and looked at Jem.
“Jem, I… I mean… I know you probably don’t… I mean I know I ordered you to follow me but do you… I mean did you… think about me?” Ariana asked nervously with tied tongue. All her bravado had been used up.
“Yes! Yes Ariana I haven’t stopped thinking about you since you tickled me! It was the best thing that ever happened to me!” Ariana smiled. She unfastened the cloak and let it drop to the floor revealing her small grey flannel pyjamas beneath. She smiled a cheeky smile. The top might have been unflattering on a figure less gorgeous than Ariana’s but on her it accentuated her curves. It lay loosely following the graceful curve of her breasts, hung from her erect nipples and stopped short revealing her slim toned midriff. The shorts were barely shorts and Jem’s eyes traced Ariana’s legs all the way up to the very edge of her modesty. Ariana dropped the high heels with a thud onto the thick pile cream rug carpet and walked towards Jem.
“No one will hear us up here Jem. And if they do I’ll simply tell the truth; that my lust got the better of me and I gave in and took you off the street for my pleasure.” Ariana looked Jem up and down following her curves beneath her tight work shorts and collared shirt. She traced Jem’s bare pale faintly blue tinged legs down to her clumpy work shoes.
“Can I tie you up and tickle your feet again please Jem?” asked Ariana, enjoying the words as they came out into the open air for the first time.
“Ooooh my god yes yes yes! Please tie me up and tickle my feet Ariana!” Ariana smiled gingerly.
“Call me Ari.” She said and gently pushed Jem backwards onto the bed. She knelt down and slipped off Jem’s shoes, right then left. Then she gently tugged Jem’s warm moist ankle socks off right then left revealing her overworked and stupendously ticklish feet. Jem’s hands covered her mouth as Ariana peeled her socks off, just the brushing of her fingers against Jem’s ankles already causing her to have to try to hold in the giggles. Ariana dropped the socks to the floor and looked up into Jem’s eyes and beaming smile and began softly stroking her feet in feather-light fingertip strokes, just barely touching. Jem began stifling her giggles and struggling to hold her feet still as Ariana ever so lightly tickled them and then she let out a peal of fully formed giggles and pulled her pretty little feet away onto the bed. Ariana smiled a mischievous smile. They both knew what that meant. Ariana climbed up onto the bed prowling like a cheetah stalking its prey and on all fours closed in for a passionate kiss. Jem felt a surge of lust as she was able to see straight down Ariana’s loose grey top to her perfect breasts as she approached. Her hands stroked the sides of Ariana’s face and her fingers ran through Ariana’s beautiful long pin straight hair as they kissed. Ariana’s hands meanwhile crept slowly under the pillow behind Jem and retrieved the simple silk scarves she would use to tie up the beautiful little kitzlee. Ariana disengaged the kiss, backed away and pulled her top off up over her head baring her perfect pert breasts. She reached down, grasped Jem’s ankles firmly and guided her over onto her belly. She then bent Jem’s knees upward and quickly tied her ankles together with one scarf, her wrists behind her with another and finally secured the two scarves together with a third completing the hogtie.
Jem was beside herself. Her heart was pounding in her throat. This was finally happening. The beautiful Kitzler girl with the heart of gold who she suspected she had fallen in love with was about to tickle her for a second time. She had been tickled many times before she met Ariana and had derived what small secret pleasure she could from each session, but it had never been like this. Never with someone with whom she could be open. Never with someone as exquisitely beautiful as Ariana.
Ariana got comfortable behind Jem and extended her long legs either side of her. Jem craned her head around to one side to stare in total lust at one of Ariana’s perfect slender feet now visible to her on either side. She briefly wondered if Ariana liked to be tickled. Then the tickling started again. Ariana’s fingers once more began their feather light teasing strokes over Jem’s now tied feet. She started at Jem’s ankles and gently stroked up the tops of her feet to her toes causing her to twitch her feet away towards her butt. Jem stifled a giggle. Ariana’s slender fingers then glided over her toes and down onto her soles in pattering irregular little touches causing Jem to curl her feet over and begin giggling little snatches of broken up giggles into Ariana’s bedsheets.
“Heeheehehee… hehehe… mmmm… Oh my god… Ari-heheheee!!”
Ariana was mesmerised. She was staring at the cutest little pair of soft ticklish feet tied up in front of her as her willing playthings. She had never been this turned on in her wildest fantasies. Jem’s feet were different from hers. They were smaller and less slender, and where Ariana’s feet were long and delicately feminine like perfect high heel shoe model feet, somehow Jem’s feet were a little fleshier, just slightly plumper and adorably cute. Ariana began to zero in, her touches becoming firmer and longer lingering, stroking in long graceful sweeps up and down Jem’s buttery soft entirely pink soles. Jem’s laughter picked up and she began squirming and she couldn’t help testing the strength of the silk ties. One of them gave a little and Ariana, inexperienced, re-tied it before continuing with the delicious foot tickles.
“AAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! AAAAARI!! HEEEHEHEHEHEEEEE!!!”
She scooched closer to Jem, pushing Jem’s knees right in between her legs where the heat was rapidly growing. She stroked Jem’s back with one of her own feet, working it under her shirt, and she continued tickling Jem’s feet as she listened to the beautiful noises of Jem’s musical giggling. She watched how Jem’s toes wiggled and splayed out and curled over as she tickled different bit of her feet. Tickling the sides of her feet tended to make her spread her toes out whilst tickling her arches made her scrunch them up and point them back out alternately. Tickling the toes themselves just made them wiggle entirely at random and Ariana noted with keen interest that Jem’s giggling always became a bit more urgent and panicked when her toes were tickled. Ariana began to focus on those darling little toes and predictably Jem’s giggling took on a more desperate character, interspersed with squeals. Jem began begging.
“ARIIIIHEHEHEHEEEE!! NOOHOHOO!! PLEEHEHEHEASE!! NOT MY TOOOHOHOHOES!!”
It briefly flashed through Ariana’s mind that she might want to heed the begging, that perhaps her little kitzlee friend was in genuine distress but she was absorbed in tickling and simply continued. Jem squirmed and giggled and squealed and begged as Ariana’s instincts kicked in and she wholly took on the role of predator. Jem was also now very wet between her legs. She was a ‘finisher’ and she started to feel the warm onset of orgasm building as the girl of her dreams tickled her toes.
“ARI! ARI!! OOOH!! HEEEHEHEHEHEEEE… OOOHOHOHOOOH… OH…” Just then Ariana snapped back to her senses and stopped, mis-interpreting Jem’s moans as moans of distress.
“Jem, I’m sorry, I got totally carried away, are you ok?”
“YESSSSS!!! Please tickle me Ari, ignore my begging, I was about to cum… oh my god… Please tickle my toes!!!”
“Oh! Right! Sorry!” Ariana smiled and launched happily back into Jem’s feet with all ten fingers. Jem gasped and giggled in little “eeeps” and squeaks and was quickly overcome by a shuddering orgasm, her first of the evening. There was a pause as she shuddered to a breathless stop. Ariana was a little lost for words. Jem’s orgasm was one of the most beautiful things she had ever witnessed but it was common knowledge that kitzlees were almost all squealers, not finishers. Kitzlee finishers were almost unheard of. The kitzler training and eugenics programme produced them that way as that was how most Kitzlers wanted their prey.
“I’m sorry Jem, I thought…” said Ariana, not sure how to finish the sentence.
“It’s ok… It’s ok… Ari… Oh my goohohohood…” gasped Jem, still giggling. She craned her head around and the two made eye contact and both burst out laughing at the amusing scene.
“I’m kinda new to this Jem.” Said Ariana.
“You’re a natural.” Said Jem with a wink.
“You’re a finisher!” said Ariana. Jem blushed.
“That’s… beautiful! Do you get more ticklish after you cum Jem?” said Ariana eyeing up Jem’s captive toes once more. Jem’s heart leaped again as she heard the question.
“Erm… Maybe…” offered Jem shyly, secretly hoping to tempt Ariana. Ariana smiled her mischievous smile again, shifted up onto her knees straddling Jem’s legs and, brushing her long hair to one side, leaned over and took three of Jem’s beautiful little toes gently into her mouth. Jem shivered all over as her toes slid into Ariana’s mouth.
“Ooooh… Ari!! Yes! Yes! Ooooh yes! Heheheheeeheheee…” Jem burst out into giggles again as Ariana’s warm lips and tongue began to explore her ticklish post orgasm toes. Ariana worked her tongue in between Jem’s super sensitive eager little toes and sucked and French kissed her way across all ten. Jem arched her back and thrust her butt in the air as her toes were pleasured. She didn’t know whether to moan with pleasure or laugh at the gentle ticklishness of the sensations. The goddess Longoriar would truly be proud of her right now she thought.
“Oh! Oh! Oh! ARI! Heeeheheheee… Oh my god ARI!! My toes!! Don’t stop!!” Ariana began grinding her hips against Jem’s shins as she ate up her toes for dinner. Jem alternately ground her hips into the bed and arched her back as another orgasm stirred. Ariana noticed the tension in Jem’s toned little butt as she sucked on her ticklish toes. Ariana decided she wasn’t hearing enough laughter and mixed in some finger-on-sole tickles for her own listening pleasure. Jem squirmed and laughed in surprise as Ariana tickled her tender arches and Ariana now struggled to keep Jem’s toes still to suck on. Jem’s feet flapped gently and pattered against Ariana’s face as her lips chased down the uncontrollably wiggling toes to administer more sucking. Ariana dug in a little harder into the yielding flesh of Jem’s soles, tickling harder and also gripping them to better suck the toes. She slipped into a tickle torturing trance, playing Jem’s feet like musical instruments as she tickled the beautiful petite kitzlee back up to a second adorable orgasm of shrill squeals and moans of pleasure. Ariana allowed Jem to calm back down out of this orgasm with only delicate feather light strokes to keep her softly giggling. Jem once again craned her head around to look at her beautiful captor and noted with a rush of lust that Ariana was only tickling her with on hand now; the other was inside her tiny grey flannel shorts.
“Ari… heheee… let me… let me pleasure you… heeheheheee…” Said Jem in between giggles. Ariana’s hand stopped moving and she withdrew it from her shorts and, stopping for one more loving suck on Jem’s toes, untied the scarves holding Jem in her hogtie. Jem, now free from her bonds, quickly undressed totally naked apart from the black silky choker with its prominent red gem, the security device all kitzlees wore. Having dealt with her own clothes she kissed Ariana and pulled her little grey flannel shorts off down her long shapely legs. As the shorts reached Ariana’s ankles she stopped, bunched them up pulling them tight around Ariana’s ankles and shifted forward to suck on Ariana’s toes. Ariana fell back on the bed, arched her back and stroked her flanks with her hands as Jem returned the favour of sucking her toes. Her mind went into orbit, overcome with sheer pleasure and more than a little ticklishness and she could not help herself but writhe on the bed in total bliss as her toes were sucked for the first time since the conditioning academies. She had dreamed of this for so long and it was better than she could have imagined. Jem was just as much in love with Ariana’s shapely feet as Ariana was with Jem’s. She worshipped Ariana’s gorgeous toes for a minute or two before her mind snapped back to the prize. Jem flicked the shorts off Ariana’s ankles, kissed her way up Ariana’s feet, up her inner claves, up her inner thighs and finally settled in to kiss and pleasure Ariana’s now very wet sex. Jem was new to this but she simply did what she thought would feel good on her. Ariana seemed to very much enjoy it, moaning loudly and calling her name “JEM! JEM!!”. Ariana’s feet stroked Jem’s back as she lay between her legs. It took only a minute or two of oral pleasure before Ariana too felt a huge orgasm wash over her and she opened her eyes to watch Jem as she came. Ariana wasted no time after she came and she rolled Jem flat on her back and climbed on top in a sixty-nine position. Ariana and Jem both kissed and licked each other’s sweet spots with renewed enthusiasm and both came again, even harder.
