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Hey everyone, this is a story from my new collection, Jenni's Ticklish Tales, which can be found on lulu.com. Missing from this version is Jenni's personal bookends. I am proud of this one and feel that it will please all of my fans. It deals with the concept of a religious sect and some may be put off by it, but others will love it. PLease read and it you enjoy this, feel free purchase a download of the book!
“It’s just… I don’t know.” Austin had never been good at talking to his mom about certain things. He would have voiced such concerns to his dad, but the old man was out of town on business. Something told Austin that it was probably that his dad just felt awkward about the whole situation. Austin had just turned 18 the day before. It was an important day for many reasons. Not the least of which was that it signaled his entry into adulthood.
“Honey…” His mother, Tracy, was sitting at the table writing a letter to a friend. “I know that the idea might seem lurid. But every young man and woman must go through it. Just after her 18th birthday, your sister went through the same thing.”
“It’s just that some religions say that you have to wait until marriage.” Austin pointed out. He wasn’t wrong. But they weren’t Christians. They were Forwarders. The religion had been started over 100 years ago but now was commonplace in almost every town in the country. The Forwarders believed that life must have a cycle. That every man and woman must follow this cycle to achieve bliss. This meant that certain milestones in life had to occur on the same day for everyone. You were given your first car one week before your 17th birthday. You started schooling the fall of your 5th year. And once you turned 20, you were expected to start a family and begin the cycle for the next generation. One such event was about to take place for Austin: The loss of his virginity. It was to take place 2 days after the 18th birthday. For Forwarders, this consisted of a mentor or “Guider” to carry the teen through their first sexual experience. This was to prepare them for marital duties, but also to prevent against certain unforeseeable accidents in the future, and help filter romantic prospects. If it was discovered that a girl enjoyed being tied up, for example, her Guider would attempt to match her with a husband who liked to dominate. It all but eliminated the possibility of two people falling in love only to discover that they were not appropriate sexual matches for each other.
“Mindy is one of the best Guiders in the city.” Tracy told him. “Trained extensively in sexual arts. You’re father and I selected her based on not just her attractiveness, but also her reputation for discretion. Nothing that happens between you two will ever be known to anyone who doesn’t need to know. The Guider will only share such information with other Guiders so that you can be matched up to your best possible equal. Understand that in the times before this… adultery and venereal disease were so rampant in the world. Pornography was accessible to anyone with a phone or computer. This may seem immoral, but it is absolutely necessary to protect yourself and others.” Tracy tried to explain. “Your happiness and your health are the most important things.”
“I mean… what will happen tomorrow exactly?”
“Well, she will be here at 1. She’ll join you in your room and… well… the rest will be your business.”
Sure enough, it was 1 on the dot the next day when Austin was playing video games in his room and heard the knock at the door. He was panicky. Pausing his game and moving towards his bedroom door to try and listen. He had to peek up at the peephole in his door. For an 18 year old male, he was only just over 5 feet tall, something that many of his friends would tease him about on occasion. He was also very skinny, what his mom would say that he could hide behind a lamp.
“Hello, Mrs. Kinning.” He heard what he was sure was Mindy’s voice. He had not seen her before. He wondered what she would look like. Her voice sounded friendly enough. Cheerful. Chipper.
“Hello, Mindy. Thank you so much for coming.” He heard his mother greet her. “Do you need help with your bag?” Bag? What would she have brought with her? Austin felt a knot in his stomach. He felt like a kid in a doctor’s office, not like he was about to have an incredibly pleasurable experience.
“No thanks. I got it.” Mindy said. “You should be on your way now. Everything here is safe with me.”
“Okay, dear.” Austin heard his mom’s voice fading. “He’s just upstairs. First door on the left.” His mom was really leaving the house. It was just going to be him and this woman. “And if all else fails, remember what I told you.” those were the last words he heard his mom say before the door shut. What would she have told Mindy?
He stood against the door, waiting with baited breath. He heard footsteps coming up the stairs. They were coming closer and closer. His anxiety was peaking. What would he say? What would he do?
A nimble hand suddenly knocked Shave And A Haircut on his door, startling him.
“Ready or not, here I come.” The playful warning was followed by her opening the door herself. There she stood, barely a foot away from him. Certainly within arm’s reach. She was a bit pale. Her skin not quite the color of porcelain, but close. Her cheeks wore a faint shade of blush and her lips were ruby red. Her smile was bright and her brown hair was in curls. She wore black leggings with a matching black cami. She was a couple of inches taller than him but she was considerably buxom and her skin looked soft as satin. She must use lotions several times a day, he thought.
“Hi, Austin!” She dropped her duffel bag to the floor. “Ooo! What are you playing?” She gazed at his TV screen, walking past him and over to the foot of the bed were she took a seat. She looked over at him for a moment. “Well, are you gonna join me?”
“Yeah, sure.” She was not what he had expected at all. She felt more like the girl next door than some kind of intense seductress. “Yeah, it’s just Call of Duty.”
“WW2.” She specified. “My little brother plays it religiously. I’ve played with him a few times but I always get shot right away. You like video games?”
“Just a couple. I don’t have like, a vast variety or anything.”
“I’m still waiting for you to come and sit by me, you know.” She reminded him with a smile. He slowly walked over. His reluctance was more than a little noticeable. When he finally sat down, it was about two feet away from her. “Closer.” She told him. He felt frozen in place, unsure of what to do. She could sense his discomfort. “How about a deal?” She offered. “I’ll take off something. You take off something. By the time we are both naked, maybe you’ll feel a little more comfy. I’ll start.” She reached down and pulled off both of her black Nike’s. “Your turn.”
Austin thought about it for a bit and pulled his grey tee-shirt off and over his head, dropping it to the floor. He wasn’t buff, per se, but his slenderness meant that she could make out his rib cage a little and a faint six-pack.
“Trying to one-up me, huh?” She responded as if she was challenged. “Okay, then.” She took the bottom of her cami and pulled it off, exposing her large chest confined in a black bra.
“You have an advantage on me. I’m just wearing shorts and my boxers.” He told her. “I hadn’t bothered putting on shoes or socks today.”
“So I see.” She responded as if she didn’t care. She reached down again, slowly pulling her socks off, wiggling her toes and allowing Austin to see that her toe nails were bright red, just like her fingernails. “I just had them done this morning since I knew I was coming to see you.” She told him. “Your turn.”
“It’s just, uh...”
“They can’t be as silly as the person I saw last month with Power Ranger on his tighty whities.” She told him. “Come on, now, let me see your underwear.”
Austin cleared his throat as he undid his belt and slid his cargo shorts off. His boxers were red. Almost as red as his face.
“Are you ready for these?” Mindy reached behind her and unhooked her bra, letting it drop down. Her breasts were hefty but firm. They were pale, like the rest of her, but her nipples were a soft pink. He saw them start to stiffen in the cool bedroom. He felt a twitch in his penis as he stared at them. She moved her shoulders a little, letting him watch her boobs slightly swing. “Do you like them?”
“Y-yeah.” He stammered before clearing his throat again.
“Good.” She smirked, looking down at the one article of clothing that he still had on. “Your turn.”
There was no going back now. He knew that he had to do it. He blushed a little deeper and slid off his boxers. She looked down at him and then back up. “That’s better, isn’t it? Letting yourself breathe a bit?”
“Actually, I do feel better.” He admitted.
“Like taking off a band-aid.” She said, scooting closer to him. “It’s okay, you can touch me if you want to. That’s why I’m here.”
He felt his hands shake as he raised them, He brought them to her chest. Her breasts felt softer than they looked. They were warm. Her nipples were hard. He held them, squeezed them, fondled them… at one point she squirmed, just a little bit. She watched his penis as he did this. It started to grow but then, after a minute or so, it went back down.
“You’re not hurting me.” She told him. “I like it.”
“It’s not you. I just feel… strange.”
“Let’s try something else.” She moved down to the floor, kneeling in front of him. She licked her lips slowly, and bent her head down. Soon, he felt her take him in her mouth. It felt good but weird, like being hugged by a warm, wet… he couldn’t process it. It felt so new. And as good as she was with her tongue, he never got more than half stiff. She soon let him go and sat back up with him.
“I’m sorry. I-”
“Don’t be. This is part of the reason why we do this. Better that you face this feeling of nervousness and insecurity now than later on with your future wife. I will never judge you, Austin.” She promised him. “But let’s talk about something. When you have fantasies, what happens in them? Do you imagine yourself with a certain kind of girl? Two girls? A guy?”
“No, I like girls.” He was quick to tell her.
“Then that’s a start.” She playfully nudged him. “What do you do with her? In your fantasies?”
“I don’t know. I feel like I’m more visual than anything else.”
“That’s not so strange. Men as a gender are. That’s why I let you see me before you touched me. You want to see the person you are with. See their body. See their face. I think that’s why you didn’t fully respond just now. And it actually makes sense, given something that your mother told me on the phone the other day.”
“I heard her say something about that earlier, just before she left. What was it? What did she tell you?”
“Oh?” She looked at him with mock accusation. “So you were eavesdropping, huh?”
“I didn’t mean to...”
“It’s okay. She told me that you have thin skin.”
Austin looked down at himself, confused.
“Oh, no. I didn’t mean like that. Trust me, that thing is going to make your future wife very happy. No, thin skin is an expression from where I grew up. It means you’re ticklish.”
Austin didn’t know what to say. All he managed to get out was a slurred, confused utterance.
“She said that when you were little, sometimes, she would pin you down and tickle you. And, more often than not, you would get hard. It’s nothing to be embarrassed about. It’s completely involuntary at that age. But, I thought that maybe...”
“What?”
“Put your feet up here in my lap.”
He was SUPER red now. But not seeing much of a choice, he did as he was told. She was sitting to his left. She lifted her right leg and pulled his ankles onto her left thigh before bringing her right leg back down. His feet weren’t completely locked into place. But it would take some effort to get them free. She reached her hand over to his soles and started to lightly tickle with fluttering nails.
“Hehehe. Hey now...”
“Looks like you’re still ticklish.” She laughed happily. “Gitchy goo...” Her red nails traveled up and down the soles, fluttering steadily and ceaselessly.
“That really tickles hahahahahaha...”
“Good!” She glanced down and saw that his penis was twitching already.
“Hey, do you know this one?” She held his left foot in place with her right hand and started to dance the fingers of her left. “The itsy bitsy spider climbed up the water spout...” Her fingertips scaled the length of his sole as he brought a hand to his mouth to muffle his reactions. “Down came the rain and washed the spider out… Whee!” She quickly ran her nails down from his toes to his heel, making him snort and jerk his foot a bit “Hahaha. Up comes the sun and dried up all the rain and the itsy bitsy spider climbed up the spout again...” She looked over again and he was stiff as a board. “Success!”
“I don’t understand it.”
“You have a fetish. Being tickled turns you on.” She told him. “It’s not that strange. Lot’s of people are turned on by different things. Shoes, balloons… Some like to wrestle. Some like to eat things off of someone. You like to be tickled.”
“That just seems like such kid stuff.” Austin shook his head.
“Well, I think the results speak for themselves.” She shot back with a smile, releasing his feet “So… how about a tickle fight? Bet I can make you say Uncle!” She looked voracious, filled with enthusiasm. He knew she was about to strike so he tried to get in the first move. He shot his hands out and tried to grab her sides.
“Ah! Hahaha...” She knocked his hands away and clutched his upper thighs, digging her thumbs into the inner thighs near his groin. He grabbed her wrists but she was stronger than she looked. “Gonna getcha!” She teased as he laughed. With every compression, he felt himself having a harder time fighting back. He wanted to attack her back but felt so ticklish that he was more focused on trying to stop her. “Looks like I found a weak spot!” She taunted. Her thumbs pressed and vibrated like they were possessed. Soon, he was on his back trying to push her away with his hands and feet. She Was almost on top of him now. Her breasts swung in front of him. He remembered her squirming earlier while he was fondling her. He had an idea and he went for it, grabbing her boobs and vibrating his fingers the same way that she was. She immediately squealed and let him go, falling back, almost off the bed. He suddenly lit up with renewed confidence.
“What was that you were saying about a weak spot?”
“Careful now.” She warned playfully. “You might fall into a booby trap.”
“Is that so?” He lunged at her, grabbing her boobs and lightly tickling her nipples. She erupted into giggles but spidered her own nails along his exposed tummy. Soon, both of them were laughing and swaying, but neither wanted to admit defeat. Before long, Mindy saw that as he was tickling her breasts, his arms were somewhat raised.
“Watch out for worms!’ She cautioned him before sneaking a finger under each of his arms.
“NO HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” His eyes nearly shot out of his head and he fell over onto the bed. She had him and she knew it. She climbed on top of him, one of his wrists in each of her hands, holding them above his head. Then she dealt a devastating blow, delivering a loud raspberry into the center of his left armpit.
PBRBRBRBRBRBRBRTTT
“NOOO HAHAHAHAHA STOHOHOHOHHOHOPPP!”
“But I’m starving!” She whined before blowing again in the other pit. He was beside himself with chaotic laughter. She blew and blew and blew until he thought he was going to pass out. And just before he did, she jumped off of him, running for her bag on the floor. He wondered what she was doing but the plump lip assaults had left him exhausted. She rapidly unzipped the bag and grabbed a tool, running back over, hopping on the bed and jumping onto his arms, sitting above his head.
“W-what are you do-AGHHHHHH HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!” She took hold of his erection, holding it against his stomach and flicked the feather up and down.
“Oh yeeeah… tickle tickle, Austin...” The feather’s feverish dance navigated his penis, his testicles, his lower tummy, and back again, over and over…
“Say Uncle.”
“NEHEHEHEHEHEVVVVERRR!”
“Say Uncle.”
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHA HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE” The feather tickled the engorged head of his penis and her pinky finger tickled near the base.
“Say Uncle…”
“UNCLE!!!” He finally gave in. The tingling sensations in his nerves were too intense. She proclaimed her victory and moved over so that he could get up.
“I hope you’re not too spent.” She watched him pant. His chest was flushed and they were both covered with sweat. His cock was still bobbing at full mast. “We still have work to do.” She pulled her leggings down, catching her panties with her thumbs. She had shaved earlier that morning. He could certainly see that. He felt paralyzed as she slinked towards him, finally straddling him and maneuvering his solid, 18 year old manhood inside of her. Austin gasped. It felt rather like when she had him in her mouth except this time, something was different. He felt more… sensitive. She rocked in place, moving him around inside, stimulating him with a warm smile.
“Touch me, Austin. Wherever you want.” Her invitation was irresistible. Austin reached for her breasts again. Playing with her nipples and rubbing the fleshy orbs. She was moaning soon as she oscillated, bringing him in and out of her. Austin soon noticed that she was moving a little faster. Moaning a little louder. AT one point, she stopped. He felt her tightening around him as she let out a soft, high pitched whimper. He realized that she had just had an orgasm with him. He felt a sense of pride that he had brought her to bliss. It was a kind of pride that he had never felt before. He had a few seconds to drink it in before she said.
“Your turn.”
It had come full circle. As with the stripping routine, she had gone first, and now she expected him to in return.
“I…” The nervousness came back. The same nervousness that he had felt undressing in front of her.
“I’m not asking.” She informed him huskily. “I won’t stop until it happens.” She was swaying again but it was different. It was more focused. He felt pleasure in his loins building and building. “I won’t stop.” She repeated. He shuddered underneath her as his orgasm drew closer and closer.
“I don’t…”
“You don’t want to?” She asked teasingly. “Well then maybe the little boy shouldn’t have wandered into the tickle monster’s lair.” She began to softly tickle his belly with one hand.
“No… hehehehehe...”
“Yes… tickle tickle tickle…” The childish chant cut through him like a knife. He came inside of her. His body convulsing uncontrollably as she kept pumping him. He grabbed onto her hips and groaned like an injured animal as ecstasy overtook his every nerve and muscle.
“Atta boy… atta boy…” Her voice was calming. She slowly climbed off of him and laid down beside him, Shh-shing him and comforting him.
“You did great...”
“It’s just… I don’t know.” Austin had never been good at talking to his mom about certain things. He would have voiced such concerns to his dad, but the old man was out of town on business. Something told Austin that it was probably that his dad just felt awkward about the whole situation. Austin had just turned 18 the day before. It was an important day for many reasons. Not the least of which was that it signaled his entry into adulthood.
“Honey…” His mother, Tracy, was sitting at the table writing a letter to a friend. “I know that the idea might seem lurid. But every young man and woman must go through it. Just after her 18th birthday, your sister went through the same thing.”
“It’s just that some religions say that you have to wait until marriage.” Austin pointed out. He wasn’t wrong. But they weren’t Christians. They were Forwarders. The religion had been started over 100 years ago but now was commonplace in almost every town in the country. The Forwarders believed that life must have a cycle. That every man and woman must follow this cycle to achieve bliss. This meant that certain milestones in life had to occur on the same day for everyone. You were given your first car one week before your 17th birthday. You started schooling the fall of your 5th year. And once you turned 20, you were expected to start a family and begin the cycle for the next generation. One such event was about to take place for Austin: The loss of his virginity. It was to take place 2 days after the 18th birthday. For Forwarders, this consisted of a mentor or “Guider” to carry the teen through their first sexual experience. This was to prepare them for marital duties, but also to prevent against certain unforeseeable accidents in the future, and help filter romantic prospects. If it was discovered that a girl enjoyed being tied up, for example, her Guider would attempt to match her with a husband who liked to dominate. It all but eliminated the possibility of two people falling in love only to discover that they were not appropriate sexual matches for each other.
“Mindy is one of the best Guiders in the city.” Tracy told him. “Trained extensively in sexual arts. You’re father and I selected her based on not just her attractiveness, but also her reputation for discretion. Nothing that happens between you two will ever be known to anyone who doesn’t need to know. The Guider will only share such information with other Guiders so that you can be matched up to your best possible equal. Understand that in the times before this… adultery and venereal disease were so rampant in the world. Pornography was accessible to anyone with a phone or computer. This may seem immoral, but it is absolutely necessary to protect yourself and others.” Tracy tried to explain. “Your happiness and your health are the most important things.”
“I mean… what will happen tomorrow exactly?”
“Well, she will be here at 1. She’ll join you in your room and… well… the rest will be your business.”
Sure enough, it was 1 on the dot the next day when Austin was playing video games in his room and heard the knock at the door. He was panicky. Pausing his game and moving towards his bedroom door to try and listen. He had to peek up at the peephole in his door. For an 18 year old male, he was only just over 5 feet tall, something that many of his friends would tease him about on occasion. He was also very skinny, what his mom would say that he could hide behind a lamp.
“Hello, Mrs. Kinning.” He heard what he was sure was Mindy’s voice. He had not seen her before. He wondered what she would look like. Her voice sounded friendly enough. Cheerful. Chipper.
“Hello, Mindy. Thank you so much for coming.” He heard his mother greet her. “Do you need help with your bag?” Bag? What would she have brought with her? Austin felt a knot in his stomach. He felt like a kid in a doctor’s office, not like he was about to have an incredibly pleasurable experience.
“No thanks. I got it.” Mindy said. “You should be on your way now. Everything here is safe with me.”
“Okay, dear.” Austin heard his mom’s voice fading. “He’s just upstairs. First door on the left.” His mom was really leaving the house. It was just going to be him and this woman. “And if all else fails, remember what I told you.” those were the last words he heard his mom say before the door shut. What would she have told Mindy?
He stood against the door, waiting with baited breath. He heard footsteps coming up the stairs. They were coming closer and closer. His anxiety was peaking. What would he say? What would he do?
A nimble hand suddenly knocked Shave And A Haircut on his door, startling him.
“Ready or not, here I come.” The playful warning was followed by her opening the door herself. There she stood, barely a foot away from him. Certainly within arm’s reach. She was a bit pale. Her skin not quite the color of porcelain, but close. Her cheeks wore a faint shade of blush and her lips were ruby red. Her smile was bright and her brown hair was in curls. She wore black leggings with a matching black cami. She was a couple of inches taller than him but she was considerably buxom and her skin looked soft as satin. She must use lotions several times a day, he thought.
“Hi, Austin!” She dropped her duffel bag to the floor. “Ooo! What are you playing?” She gazed at his TV screen, walking past him and over to the foot of the bed were she took a seat. She looked over at him for a moment. “Well, are you gonna join me?”
“Yeah, sure.” She was not what he had expected at all. She felt more like the girl next door than some kind of intense seductress. “Yeah, it’s just Call of Duty.”
“WW2.” She specified. “My little brother plays it religiously. I’ve played with him a few times but I always get shot right away. You like video games?”
“Just a couple. I don’t have like, a vast variety or anything.”
“I’m still waiting for you to come and sit by me, you know.” She reminded him with a smile. He slowly walked over. His reluctance was more than a little noticeable. When he finally sat down, it was about two feet away from her. “Closer.” She told him. He felt frozen in place, unsure of what to do. She could sense his discomfort. “How about a deal?” She offered. “I’ll take off something. You take off something. By the time we are both naked, maybe you’ll feel a little more comfy. I’ll start.” She reached down and pulled off both of her black Nike’s. “Your turn.”
Austin thought about it for a bit and pulled his grey tee-shirt off and over his head, dropping it to the floor. He wasn’t buff, per se, but his slenderness meant that she could make out his rib cage a little and a faint six-pack.
“Trying to one-up me, huh?” She responded as if she was challenged. “Okay, then.” She took the bottom of her cami and pulled it off, exposing her large chest confined in a black bra.
“You have an advantage on me. I’m just wearing shorts and my boxers.” He told her. “I hadn’t bothered putting on shoes or socks today.”
“So I see.” She responded as if she didn’t care. She reached down again, slowly pulling her socks off, wiggling her toes and allowing Austin to see that her toe nails were bright red, just like her fingernails. “I just had them done this morning since I knew I was coming to see you.” She told him. “Your turn.”
“It’s just, uh...”
“They can’t be as silly as the person I saw last month with Power Ranger on his tighty whities.” She told him. “Come on, now, let me see your underwear.”
Austin cleared his throat as he undid his belt and slid his cargo shorts off. His boxers were red. Almost as red as his face.
“Are you ready for these?” Mindy reached behind her and unhooked her bra, letting it drop down. Her breasts were hefty but firm. They were pale, like the rest of her, but her nipples were a soft pink. He saw them start to stiffen in the cool bedroom. He felt a twitch in his penis as he stared at them. She moved her shoulders a little, letting him watch her boobs slightly swing. “Do you like them?”
“Y-yeah.” He stammered before clearing his throat again.
“Good.” She smirked, looking down at the one article of clothing that he still had on. “Your turn.”
There was no going back now. He knew that he had to do it. He blushed a little deeper and slid off his boxers. She looked down at him and then back up. “That’s better, isn’t it? Letting yourself breathe a bit?”
“Actually, I do feel better.” He admitted.
“Like taking off a band-aid.” She said, scooting closer to him. “It’s okay, you can touch me if you want to. That’s why I’m here.”
He felt his hands shake as he raised them, He brought them to her chest. Her breasts felt softer than they looked. They were warm. Her nipples were hard. He held them, squeezed them, fondled them… at one point she squirmed, just a little bit. She watched his penis as he did this. It started to grow but then, after a minute or so, it went back down.
“You’re not hurting me.” She told him. “I like it.”
“It’s not you. I just feel… strange.”
“Let’s try something else.” She moved down to the floor, kneeling in front of him. She licked her lips slowly, and bent her head down. Soon, he felt her take him in her mouth. It felt good but weird, like being hugged by a warm, wet… he couldn’t process it. It felt so new. And as good as she was with her tongue, he never got more than half stiff. She soon let him go and sat back up with him.
“I’m sorry. I-”
“Don’t be. This is part of the reason why we do this. Better that you face this feeling of nervousness and insecurity now than later on with your future wife. I will never judge you, Austin.” She promised him. “But let’s talk about something. When you have fantasies, what happens in them? Do you imagine yourself with a certain kind of girl? Two girls? A guy?”
“No, I like girls.” He was quick to tell her.
“Then that’s a start.” She playfully nudged him. “What do you do with her? In your fantasies?”
“I don’t know. I feel like I’m more visual than anything else.”
“That’s not so strange. Men as a gender are. That’s why I let you see me before you touched me. You want to see the person you are with. See their body. See their face. I think that’s why you didn’t fully respond just now. And it actually makes sense, given something that your mother told me on the phone the other day.”
“I heard her say something about that earlier, just before she left. What was it? What did she tell you?”
“Oh?” She looked at him with mock accusation. “So you were eavesdropping, huh?”
“I didn’t mean to...”
“It’s okay. She told me that you have thin skin.”
Austin looked down at himself, confused.
“Oh, no. I didn’t mean like that. Trust me, that thing is going to make your future wife very happy. No, thin skin is an expression from where I grew up. It means you’re ticklish.”
Austin didn’t know what to say. All he managed to get out was a slurred, confused utterance.
“She said that when you were little, sometimes, she would pin you down and tickle you. And, more often than not, you would get hard. It’s nothing to be embarrassed about. It’s completely involuntary at that age. But, I thought that maybe...”
“What?”
“Put your feet up here in my lap.”
He was SUPER red now. But not seeing much of a choice, he did as he was told. She was sitting to his left. She lifted her right leg and pulled his ankles onto her left thigh before bringing her right leg back down. His feet weren’t completely locked into place. But it would take some effort to get them free. She reached her hand over to his soles and started to lightly tickle with fluttering nails.
“Hehehe. Hey now...”
“Looks like you’re still ticklish.” She laughed happily. “Gitchy goo...” Her red nails traveled up and down the soles, fluttering steadily and ceaselessly.
“That really tickles hahahahahaha...”
“Good!” She glanced down and saw that his penis was twitching already.
“Hey, do you know this one?” She held his left foot in place with her right hand and started to dance the fingers of her left. “The itsy bitsy spider climbed up the water spout...” Her fingertips scaled the length of his sole as he brought a hand to his mouth to muffle his reactions. “Down came the rain and washed the spider out… Whee!” She quickly ran her nails down from his toes to his heel, making him snort and jerk his foot a bit “Hahaha. Up comes the sun and dried up all the rain and the itsy bitsy spider climbed up the spout again...” She looked over again and he was stiff as a board. “Success!”
“I don’t understand it.”
“You have a fetish. Being tickled turns you on.” She told him. “It’s not that strange. Lot’s of people are turned on by different things. Shoes, balloons… Some like to wrestle. Some like to eat things off of someone. You like to be tickled.”
“That just seems like such kid stuff.” Austin shook his head.
“Well, I think the results speak for themselves.” She shot back with a smile, releasing his feet “So… how about a tickle fight? Bet I can make you say Uncle!” She looked voracious, filled with enthusiasm. He knew she was about to strike so he tried to get in the first move. He shot his hands out and tried to grab her sides.
“Ah! Hahaha...” She knocked his hands away and clutched his upper thighs, digging her thumbs into the inner thighs near his groin. He grabbed her wrists but she was stronger than she looked. “Gonna getcha!” She teased as he laughed. With every compression, he felt himself having a harder time fighting back. He wanted to attack her back but felt so ticklish that he was more focused on trying to stop her. “Looks like I found a weak spot!” She taunted. Her thumbs pressed and vibrated like they were possessed. Soon, he was on his back trying to push her away with his hands and feet. She Was almost on top of him now. Her breasts swung in front of him. He remembered her squirming earlier while he was fondling her. He had an idea and he went for it, grabbing her boobs and vibrating his fingers the same way that she was. She immediately squealed and let him go, falling back, almost off the bed. He suddenly lit up with renewed confidence.
“What was that you were saying about a weak spot?”
“Careful now.” She warned playfully. “You might fall into a booby trap.”
“Is that so?” He lunged at her, grabbing her boobs and lightly tickling her nipples. She erupted into giggles but spidered her own nails along his exposed tummy. Soon, both of them were laughing and swaying, but neither wanted to admit defeat. Before long, Mindy saw that as he was tickling her breasts, his arms were somewhat raised.
“Watch out for worms!’ She cautioned him before sneaking a finger under each of his arms.
“NO HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” His eyes nearly shot out of his head and he fell over onto the bed. She had him and she knew it. She climbed on top of him, one of his wrists in each of her hands, holding them above his head. Then she dealt a devastating blow, delivering a loud raspberry into the center of his left armpit.
PBRBRBRBRBRBRBRTTT
“NOOO HAHAHAHAHA STOHOHOHOHHOHOPPP!”
“But I’m starving!” She whined before blowing again in the other pit. He was beside himself with chaotic laughter. She blew and blew and blew until he thought he was going to pass out. And just before he did, she jumped off of him, running for her bag on the floor. He wondered what she was doing but the plump lip assaults had left him exhausted. She rapidly unzipped the bag and grabbed a tool, running back over, hopping on the bed and jumping onto his arms, sitting above his head.
“W-what are you do-AGHHHHHH HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!” She took hold of his erection, holding it against his stomach and flicked the feather up and down.
“Oh yeeeah… tickle tickle, Austin...” The feather’s feverish dance navigated his penis, his testicles, his lower tummy, and back again, over and over…
“Say Uncle.”
“NEHEHEHEHEHEVVVVERRR!”
“Say Uncle.”
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHA HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE” The feather tickled the engorged head of his penis and her pinky finger tickled near the base.
“Say Uncle…”
“UNCLE!!!” He finally gave in. The tingling sensations in his nerves were too intense. She proclaimed her victory and moved over so that he could get up.
“I hope you’re not too spent.” She watched him pant. His chest was flushed and they were both covered with sweat. His cock was still bobbing at full mast. “We still have work to do.” She pulled her leggings down, catching her panties with her thumbs. She had shaved earlier that morning. He could certainly see that. He felt paralyzed as she slinked towards him, finally straddling him and maneuvering his solid, 18 year old manhood inside of her. Austin gasped. It felt rather like when she had him in her mouth except this time, something was different. He felt more… sensitive. She rocked in place, moving him around inside, stimulating him with a warm smile.
“Touch me, Austin. Wherever you want.” Her invitation was irresistible. Austin reached for her breasts again. Playing with her nipples and rubbing the fleshy orbs. She was moaning soon as she oscillated, bringing him in and out of her. Austin soon noticed that she was moving a little faster. Moaning a little louder. AT one point, she stopped. He felt her tightening around him as she let out a soft, high pitched whimper. He realized that she had just had an orgasm with him. He felt a sense of pride that he had brought her to bliss. It was a kind of pride that he had never felt before. He had a few seconds to drink it in before she said.
“Your turn.”
It had come full circle. As with the stripping routine, she had gone first, and now she expected him to in return.
“I…” The nervousness came back. The same nervousness that he had felt undressing in front of her.
“I’m not asking.” She informed him huskily. “I won’t stop until it happens.” She was swaying again but it was different. It was more focused. He felt pleasure in his loins building and building. “I won’t stop.” She repeated. He shuddered underneath her as his orgasm drew closer and closer.
“I don’t…”
“You don’t want to?” She asked teasingly. “Well then maybe the little boy shouldn’t have wandered into the tickle monster’s lair.” She began to softly tickle his belly with one hand.
“No… hehehehehe...”
“Yes… tickle tickle tickle…” The childish chant cut through him like a knife. He came inside of her. His body convulsing uncontrollably as she kept pumping him. He grabbed onto her hips and groaned like an injured animal as ecstasy overtook his every nerve and muscle.
“Atta boy… atta boy…” Her voice was calming. She slowly climbed off of him and laid down beside him, Shh-shing him and comforting him.
“You did great...”
