"A Ticklish Night" m/f (4/6)
Ticklefan
"A Ticklish Night"
An Original Fantasy BY:
Chapter 4
Then you feel something cool on your side. I run my
artist brush from your underarm to your hip. You can't really
identify what I am using because I have coated the end of the
brush with bodypaint that I have chilled in the refrigerator.
I am painting your extremely ticklish side. I am swirling the
brush ever so ticklishly through all your ticklish areas on your
side, painting every single inch of it. You begin laughing in
ticklish hysteria now. You have already laughed so hard before I
even touched you that you are already going limp again from just
the beginning of the sensations of the swirling paint brush. You
beg me to stop and fuck you. You are so horny and your clit is
throbbing so much that it almost hurts, but my tickling brush
just continues tickling your very vulnerable and ticklish body.
As I continue to tickle you I ask "would you rather tickle me
now?", you scream "Yes .... YES.. let me HAHAHAHAHAH, let me
tickle you, please, let me HAHAHAHAHAHA tickle you". I just
laugh and say, "nah, I think I'll tickle you even more now".
You scream at the thought of being tickled so much, but my
teasing makes you even hotter. You are now so horny that you
feel your wetness on your inner thighs, and your vaginal
throbbing becomes more intense. You start to come again from
just me tickling you and once again become so ticklish as your
orgasm approaches, that you laugh wildly and scream. As your
ticklishness intensifies, you scream and scream in orgasm. I
continue tickling you as you arch your back off the bed and
climax in hysteria. But my tickling never slows down this time
like it has before when you have climaxed. I continue to tickle.
Now you are getting scared again and the possibility of being
tickled to death seems all too real. You begin begging
frantically for me to stop. "PLEASE... HAHAHAH, PLEASE STOP"
you laugh and beg and laugh and beg. Then scream and laugh and
beg. I now have painted your left side from underarm to hip,
your stomach and ribs, and I am finishing up on your right side.
Once I paint the last stroke on your right armpit, I straddle
you. You know what is about to happen every time I straddle you.
You know that you about to be tickled so much that you scream
just from feeling me straddle you. Then my fingers grab your
sides. Now you really scream in ticklish hysteria. Up and down
your side my fingers go. On and on, tickling and tickling and
tickling. Now you are really frantic. every chance you get to
catch a little breath and yell words, all you can get out is
"PLEASE" then burst out laughing and screaming again. I just
ignore your screaming and begging and continue to mercilessly
tickle your so very ticklish sides and ribs with my wriggling
fingers. You are losing control. You are lost in ticklish
hysteria, and laughing with wild abandon. You are laughing so
hard that the bed is shaking. I tell you, "I didn't realize
just how ticklish these sides and ribs are. Maybe I just didn't
tickle them enough before, but I will tickle them now until I
am ready to stop", you answer me with another scream and more
wild, hysterical laughter.
Of course I knew how ticklish you are here on your sides and
ribs. I know how extremely ticklish you are, but I continue to
tease you with my words as I tickle you, "want me to stop?
scream if you want more" then I grab both sides again and you
have no choice but to release a ticklish scream in response. I
laugh and say, "guess I'll just have to keep tickling you then",
and you scream again and laugh even more wildly. I didn't think
it possible for you to laugh any harder, but somehow you are
laughing harder than I have ever seen you laugh before. Your
begging has stopped, and once again you are so ticklish that you
cannot speak. You just scream and laugh, "AAAAAAAUGHHH HAHAHA
HAHAHAHAHAHA AAAAAAAAAUUUGHHH HAHAHAHAHAHAH", but I still do not
stop. Your sides literally hurting from the laughter now and you
are about to cry. Once I hear the first sob come from your mouth,
you feel me off you, and you sob,"please .. no more tickling, I
can't take it". Suddenly you feel my stomach laying on your legs
and my fingers begin tickling the soles of your very ticklish
feet. You begin to cry and laugh at the same time. I say, "I bet
you thought I had forgotten to tickle these ticklish feet", you
just burst out laughing again. After I have ticklishly stroked
the bottoms of your bare feet for a few minutes, making you laugh
and cry and scream, you feel my toes going between your legs and
into your hot, wet, pussy. Now you start to come again. My toes
are wriggling in and around your vagina, and you burst into
ticklish orgasm again, "PLEASE, TICKLE, TICKLE, TICKLE.. PLEASE
KEEP TICKLING" you scream in ticklish passion. I keep stroking
your feet, and I begin to feel the inside of your pussy pulse
on my toes. You let out a cross between a blood curdling scream
and erotic moan and collapse in shivers, your clit throbbing from
orgasm. I stop and say," still more tickling left to go!"
And now that you have been tickled yet once again, my words
that you still have another tickling to go make you instantly beg
me to untie you and to not tickle you anymore. But I just laugh
and say, "you can take it, or at least you will have to try,
because I AM going to tickle you again." This makes you whimper
as you just know you can't laugh anymore. You have laughed,
screamed, begged, and cried now. And you have reached several
powerful orgasms. You are on the verge of complete exhaustion.
Your body is painted a bright pink from your underarms down to
your lower hair. And now I remove your blindfold and straddle you
again. You think that this means extreme tickling and begin to
beg and beg me not to tickle you. But I am so aroused. Now you
can see my hard-on standing at attention. I have what is known as
a full erection. It stands up to where it touches my stomach when
I am fully turned on. And you see this now and beg me to fuck you
and forget any more tickling. But I have other plans. I take my
brush again and let you watch as I paint my hard cock light blue.
Running my brush up and down my erection. This tickles me and you
see me start to laugh and squirm as I tickle my cock with the
artist brush. Painting the whole length of my erection with the
blue body paint. This is turning you on, and is making me even
harder. You wish so much that you could be tickling my cock this
way, making me laugh and squirm. But now you can't. This is
driving you crazy. But then I squeeze your full breasts together
and run my cock in between them. You feel me fucking your tits as
I slide my member back and forth. It is making the inside sides
of your breasts a light blue, along with your chest between your
tits. Then I pull back and say "time for your ticklish body to be
tickled again". You beg, "NOOOO, make love to me, PLEASE, PLEASE,
fuck me now".
I see the seriousness in your eyes as you beg me to fuck you.
But I just smile and start running the blue paint covered brush
across your left breast. Swirling it around and around making
your nipple hard as a rock. You moan gently as the feeling
begins. But it tickles as well and you start to giggle a little.
As I continue the painting of your breast, you giggle harder. The
longer I tickle with the brush, the louder you giggle. Then I
drop down and paint a little on your ribs just below your breast,
mixing the blue with the pink that is already there. This is
extremely ticklish and you squeal and laugh. I swirl the brush
there until you are laughing extremely hard. This doesn't really
take very long because you have already been tickled so much.
And this area of your body is so very ticklish. Then I move to
your ribs under your right breast and continue there. Just
swirling and swirling the brush as you giggle and squeal. Then
I lean down and put my lips on yours, gently kissing your lips.
I have stopped tickling for this kiss. Then my tongue parts your
lips and I kiss you passionately. Our tongues swirling around
each other, tasting and teasing. And with our mouths still
together, I grab your ribs with my fingers. You burst out
laughing while we are still kissing and I can feel your laughter
echo inside my body but I keep my mouth on yours. I keep tickling
your ribs and making you laugh and kissing you, but are quickly
laughing so hard that you have to pull your mouth away to
breathe. Then I pick up the brush and paint your right breast,
making you giggle and moan, giggle and moan. You are getting
extremely horny again, but I tell you, "this is the last phase
of your tickle torture, and it will be a while before I let you
come."
You are giggling as I say those words to you, but are so horny
that you want to feel me tickling you again. But then again you
are very afraid of laughing so hard. Then I grab both of your
sides again, making you scream in laughter. I tell you, "I have
to do this, it is part of my plan, you have to be limp for me to
proceed." So I tickle your sides up and down both sides at the
same time until you are gasping for air and laughing so hard that
your face is turning red again. It doesn't take very long for you
to go limp again. When I feel your tense laughing body relax in
limp uncontrolled laughter, I keep tickling for about a minute to
make sure you are completely limp. Then I untie you and carry you
to the bathroom where I have a little surprise for you. You look
in the tub and see two large rings on the ceiling that I put there,
waiting to have your wrists tied to. I stand you in the shower
and raise your arms up close to the rings and tie each of your
wrists to the rings. Then I turn on the water a little. As water
begins to fill the tub slightly, I turn it off so that there is a
little water in the tub, but not filled up. You watch me take out
a bar of soap and cut it in half diagonally so that there are two
points on each half of the soap. You are wondering what I am
doing. But I tell you, you are just going to have to watch me
now. I have watched you come several times, but now you are going
to watch me come. I soap up my hands and back away from you a
little so you can plainly see me, and grab my erection with my
left hand, sliding it up and down very slowly so you can see
every move. You watch the soap mix with the blue paint and form
blue bubbles all over my cock. You want so badly to feel my cock
inside you, but you are having to watch it come without you. I
tell you, "listen Baby, you have gotten off over and over. You
are going to watch me get off now. If you close your eyes and
stop watching, I will stop and tickle you again, you must watch
me until I am through." You listen intently as my words tease
your mind and your pussy. The words were rhetorical. We both
know that there is no way you will take your eyes off me. You've
wanted to watch me masturbate. Now is your chance. "Watch me
baby, watch me," I say to you looking directly into your eyes. My
voice is so dulcet to you. Soft and soothing, yet extremely
powerful is my voice as my words echo in your mind.
I keep stroking my cock with my left hand, and then reach out to
your side with my right hand and begin tickling your right side.
Your eyes go wide with panic. You really do not want to be
tickled now. Your entire being is wanting to focus only on
watching me get off. Man, this turns me on so much to do to you
that I am losing myself in the situation. I am stroking my cock
and tickling you at the same time. But I stop the tickling and
look into your eyes. I smile very brightly at you, and that
smile takes your arousal up one notch further as you now know,
just by that smile, that you are really going to enjoy this. You
can see the arousal in my soft brown eyes as I continue to touch
myself. I keep staring into your eyes my breathing getting
heavier and heavier. I can feel my heart pounding inside as my
hand is sliding continously up and down my cock. Still looking
into your eyes. Gazing endlessly. Stroking and stroking.
Faster, then slower, faster then slower, my hand keeps moving.
You are getting so turned on by this that you are dripping wet. I
can see your wetness by the look of arousal in your eyes as our
eyes continue to be locked together in wild desire.