Story: Amy m/f
KokO
Amy called me that evening--she skipped school early, and
wanted the notes from Biology she had missed that day. Like
any swell guy who wanted to help his friend get through her
senior year of high school, I promptly jumped on my bike and
pedaled across the neighborhood to her house. When I
arrived, she greeted me at the door wearing an untucked
blouse, tight jeans rolled up at the bottom, and gym socks.
She apologized for her appearance, telling me that she had
been dusting the house for her mother.
She let me in, and I followed her into her family room,
my eyes falling from her very shapely rear to her socked
feet. After giving her the notes she invited me to sit on
the sofa with her, and we engaged in some small talk while
watching MTV. Discussing the sports at school, she asked me
how I was doing on the wrestling squad.
I told her about how the practices were the toughest than
any other sport, and by the end of it you could only tell
who the good wrestlers were by counting the number of people
able to walk back to the locker room.
"Really? It doesn't look so tough--I mean, how hard is
it to win in a sport about two guys rolling around a mat in
tights?", she teased.
"You can say that because you don't go through it."
She replied, "Oh come now. I have two sisters, and I
used to beat them every time!" A little light went off over
her head, then she said, "Come on; I bet I can take you down
in no time flat!"
Before I had a chance to respond to her ludicrous
statement, she charged across the sofa at me. Grabbing my
arm, she began pulling me towards her. When I got close
enough, I grabbed her around the waist and pulled her to the
floor. I pounced onto her back and before she knew it, my
hands dug into her sides. I had her on her tummy on the
floor, sitting on top of her cute ass. She bucked viciously
under me as my fingers wiggled under her arms.
"Oh God, no...not tickling...," Amy screamed, "Please,
don't...oh, no...don't tickle..."
I grew up with this girl, and knew how far to go. I've
also tickled her before, and knew exactly where to go. I
listened to her pleas, and stopped. With a devilish idea, I
began to undo my necktie without her knowing it(being such a
snappy dresser).
"Oh," she moaned. "I thought you were going to go on
forev...huh...hey,wait! What are you doing?" she asked in
surprise as I wrapped one end of my tie around her left
wrist. I pulled her arm over her head, brought the tie
around the coffee table leg, and brought her right arm up
over her head, securing her loose wrist to the other end of
the makeshift rope.
"What are you going to do with me?", she asked with a
slight edge of panic in her voice.
"I'm going to teach you not to mess around with the big
boys, Amy." I sat back, admiring my handiwork. I noticed
that with her arms extended over her head, her blouse rode
up on her, exposing quite a lot of her midsection. I rolled
her over onto her back, her arms crossing at the wrists. My
eyes stared directly into hers, and I saw a girl a little
frightened and a little anxious. They fell down to her
beautifully bare belly, and I couldn't resist. I began to
unbutton her shirt from the bottom, and a look of alarm fell
over her face. "Now hold on..." I interrupted, saying,
"You didn't stop me before. Remember the tree house?
Eighth grade? You didn't mind then." We were friends, and
I wasn't going to compromise that. What I was going to do,
however, was to have a good time--at Amy's expense.
I have always loved tickling, as long as I can remember.
A beautiful girl bound and erotically tortured drove me
insane, and as many times as I have experienced it, it
always seemed to get better. My mouth went dry as these
thoughts raced through my head. I continued to undress her,
and when I was through, her shirt was splayed across the
floor under her. Her breasts, encased in a pink lacy bra
were simply lovely. I looked up to her. "What are you
going to do?", she asked. I just smiled and said, "I think
you know." She smiled back, and replied, "Well, there's
nothing I can really do about it, is there?"
"You realize, of course, that I'm going to tickle you
senseless now," I said to her.
She moaned with a hint of sadness, and looked up to me
with pleading eyes. "Please go easy with me..."
I began to graze my fingers under her arms, and watched
with glee as she went into hysterics. I remained focused on
her face, watching her eyes roll back into her head, her
lovely mouth becoming contorted with each laugh. I
continued to stroke her sides, and she reacted violently
when I brushed the sides of her breasts. I watched them
heave with each burst of laughter as my probing fingers
worked their way down to her taunt belly. I circled her
cute bellybutton with my index fingers, soaking up the sight
of her undulating body under me. Amy bucked and howled with
laughter as I dropped my head to her flat tummy, my tongue
slithering into her bellybutton while my fingers continued
their devilish dance along the smooth sides of her breasts.
With my tongue slavering in her abdomen's ticklish target,
Amy began crying, "Oh, God...that tickles...please, oh
please no...haha!!!!" Satisfied, I looked up for a moment,
and on the TV rested the feather duster she had been using
to clean the house.
"I'll be right back", I told her. As I walked over to
it, I heard her scream behind me. She saw what I was
bringing back to her.
As I straddled her legs, I placed her knees under my
thighs and between my calves. That way, I had a perfect
view of her entire upper body. Despite her begging and
pleading, I brought the duster down across her ticklish
stomach, the dozens of feathers dancing along her skin. She
went into sudden, powerful seizures as I dragged the
torturous fibers across her, watching the surface of her
skin swell and harden with goosebumps at each pass.
"Oh, stop...hahaha...it tickles too much...it tickles
me," she screamed."you're...hahaha...yor're loving
this...oh....aren't you!"
I smiled and said,"I have always loved it, and it looks
like you are, too!"
"No...no, I'm...hahaha...not...Oh, please stop...No
tickling,haha...tickling me..."
Fifteen minutes past, but I wasn't quite through yet.
There still remained one part of her body left that I had
yet to ravage. My personal favorite:
Her sexy feet.
I got up, much to her relief. It wouldn't last for long
as I just turned her over back onto her belly. "I'm going
to play with your feet now, Amy. Any last words?"
She squeeled with fear, then said, "Oh my God,no...not my
feet...my feet are too ticklish...oh, please don't tickle my
feet..."
I didn't listen to her as I placed her kicking legs under
my knees, sitting Indian-style between her legs. I slid my
fingers into her socks and peeled them off, one at a time.
Oh, what a sight!!! Her feet were the shapeliest ones I had
ever seen, and now they were totally helpless before me. I
decided to concentrate on one a time, and I liked the right
one. Grabbing her ankle with my right hand, I brought it
back closer to my face. Just before the torture, I admired
the prettiness of Amy's young foot; the silky smooth instep,
the shapely heel, the luscious toes wiggling with all their
might trying to escape. I licked my lips in anticipation,
oblivious to her begging. Dragging my fingers across the
naked bottom of her precious foot, I tickled her viciously.
She screamed, pleaded, laughed all at once.
I was in heaven.
I let go of it, and tickled both of Amy's sensitive soles
at the same time. I watched with utter pleasure as her feet
squirmed before me, my fingers relentlessly stroking her
helpless bare feet. After so many minutes, her screaming
and laughing was just too much for me.
"Are you enjoying this?", I taunted her.
"God, no..please..hahaha...stop...tickling...haha...oh,
stop tickling me...", Amy begged.
"Beg me to tickle your feet...tell me you love it!"; I
was dying to hear those words in my ears.
"No, no...don't make me beg...!"
I increased the speed of my foot-tickling fingers,
watching with delight as I ravaged her soft skin. Finally,
she relented and the words that poured from her lips was
music to my ears.
"Oh, yes...haha...tickle me...tickle my feet...I...hahaha
love it...love your tickling...my feet love it...!"
Her toes wiggled in vain, trying to evade my fingers as a
new idea came to my mind. Bringing her left foot closer, I
began to softly bite her heel. Amy bucked visciously
underneath me as I continued to nibble at her foot, the
fingers from my free hand quickly stroking her silky smooth
sole. Then, using my fingers to hold her toes back, my
teeth raked up and down her instep. She was going nuts as I
gently grazed the ball of her foot, pleasuring her with my
teeth and tongue.
Amy stopped begging, and began pleading in laughter with
every torturous pass of my mouth.
Deeming her torment was long enough, I stopped. Before
releasing my prisoner though, I gently stroked her pretty
soles, committing the touch to memory. Letting go of her
legs, I turned Amy over, and saw her face streamed with
tears.
"Please...I've had enough...", she wimpered.
"So have I."