6 comments/ 128549 views/ 34 favorites Tickle Me By: LaTourEiffel It was Saturday afternoon and I was whistling! I had a reason to get up out of bed, get dressed, and go somewhere! My step-daughter, Sharon, was coming home from her first semester at college. It was only six months ago that her mother had died, only five months since I had stood at the airport security line and said goodbye. Neither of us had had the courage to cry. A quick hug, a forced smile, and I was alone. I had raised Sharon since she was six. She was the youngest of three step-children, two teenage boys and a girl, and she was the only one that wanted anything to do with me. My wife had her hands full with the boys, who viewed me as an interloper, a foreigner in their country. So while Mary occupied herself with the older children, Sharon played with me every chance she could get. I would sit for hours on Saturday nights, playing make-believe and inventing stories. Sharon's favorite was playing house. She would have me sit in her rocking chair while she lined up her dolls on the bed. "You be the Daddy and I'll be the Mommy," she would say. I would make believe I came home from work, grumpy and tired. She would take care of me, take off my shoes, make me a drink, and if I gave her a kiss, she would give me a little back rub. She would talk about how the children had misbehaved and tell me which ones needed to be given a good talking to. Then she would serve a make-believe dinner, clean up the kitchen, wash and dress the kids for bed, and send them to me for a kiss goodnight. We had so many children that they had to sleep three to a drawer in her dresser. When all the dolls were asleep, she would get dressed in clean panties and her nighty and climb up into my lap. I would wrap one arm around her shoulders and head, the other arm around her knees, my hand sliding inside her nighty. I would hold her tight to my chest, her little panty-covered bottom in the palm of my hand. Each time I gave her a gentle squeeze, she would nuzzle her head into my chest. As I drove the hour and a half to the airport, I remembered playing with Sharon as she got older. By the time she had turned ten, her brothers had left, and the whole house became her playground. We would drive her mother crazy with the games we played. I'd chase her around the house, scaring her as the big bad monster. She always ended up running into her room, where she would scream when I came barreling in, a growling savage animal. She would jump into her bed and hide under the covers. I would grab her, roll her up in her blankets until she couldn't move. She would be screaming with a mixture of fear and laughter, muffled by layers of blanket. Growling, I would reach up into the bottom of the roll, between the layers, until I found her feet. Then I would slide my hands up her legs, loosening the blanket roll enough for me to reach up to her sides and tickle her. She would kick and scream and go crazy, trying to wiggle away. I tickled, knowing that if I tickled long and hard enough, she would cry out, "STOP! I'm gonna pee!" I would answer, "I can't hear you. What did you say?" and I would tickle even harder until a wet spot began to spread across her panties. I would pull myself out and loosen the blankets around her head. She would be bright red, hot and out of breath. I would ask in my sweetest voice, "What did you say?" "STOP!" she would say, breaking into a big smile and giggling. "Oh, is THAT what you were saying," I would answer. It was her favorite game, and she asked me to chase her every chance she had. I blinked, and realized I was about to miss the exit for the airport. How did I already get here? I am amazed how I can daydream and drive, then have no memory of driving... I headed for the short-term parking garage. I was half an hour early. I parked and remembered how sad we had been when I dropped her off. The year before Sharon left for college had been very difficult. Her mother had been struggling against cancer for the better part of a year, in and out of the hospital for treatment, home for recovery. We took turns helping her. Sharon was much better at it than I was. It wasn't until the very end that Sharon broke down and I took over caring for what was left of the woman we loved. I had been there when she had died, each breath so far apart, until I heard her lungs release a breath with a wheeze so final that I knew she was going. I held her hand until that, too, lost all sense of being alive. When it was all over, the cremation, the service, the family and friends, the empty sounding condolences, and everyone had finally left us alone, Sharon and I cried in each other's arms until we collapsed with exhaustion. I blinked, looked at my watch. Sharon's flight should have just landed. I went to the terminal and found her flight had landed ten minutes early. I rushed to luggage carrousel five. She was standing there, her bags at her side. When she saw me, she ran into my arms. We hugged tight, neither letting go, for what seemed a long time. When I felt her loosen her hold, I loosened mine, and her body slipped back down to the ground. When her feet reached the ground, I pulled my head back to look at my little girl. She leaned forward to give me a kiss, and for the first time, I didn't turn to give her my cheek, but lowered my head to let her lips reach mine. She was surprised, and pulled back, but when I moved forward to give her another kiss, she wrapped her arms around my back and pressed me hard into her. For a second, our lips seemed hard and foreign against each other. Then I felt the blood rush to soften them as I relaxed into her. My lips separated and I felt her tongue between her lips. I pulled back. "I guess you've learned something at college," I said, thinking of all the boys that must have called on her, must have kissed her, must have... "Some things," she said, blushing and lowering herself from her tiptoes. "I've learned how much I missed you." I melted and began to cry. "Sorry," I said. "I'm still pretty weepy." "Me, too," she said. "Let's go home." I stacked her bags, both heavy. "You pack just like your mom!" I said. She took my arm and walked without saying a word, hugging my side, all the way to the car. She was quiet on the ride home, too. When I looked over, she was somewhere else. She looked grown up, not older, but more mature. She seemed so much more confident, so sure of herself. I was about to say something, but decided to let her be with her thoughts. I drifted back to the first time I saw her as a woman. When Sharon had started going through puberty, I stopped playing chase. She became more affectionate, hugging me longer and harder, kissing me on the cheek and just hanging on to me. She still wanted to sit in my lap, but as she got older, I told her not to. "You're getting too big for Daddy's lap," I would say. She would purse her lips in a big pout. "Want to watch a movie?" she would sometimes offer, and she would curl up next to me on the couch to watch the TV. Her mom often sat with us, and Sharon would ask her mom to rub her back. Her mom would rub her back until Sharon whined, "Underneath!" Then her mom would slide her hand under Sharon's shirt and gently rub. "When is it MY turn?" her mom would ask, and then Sharon would rub her mother's back. Then Sharon would ask again, "Rub my back." This would go on the whole evening until it was time for bed. By fourteen, Sharon was staying up later than her mom. Friday nights became our special night. My wife would go to bed by nine, leaving us to have some time together. We would get ready for bed. I let Sharon pick out a movie, always a romantic comedy, and we would snuggle up together on the couch. I would get myself comfy, lying on my back. Sharon would lie on her side in the space between me and the back of the couch. As I watched the movie, Sharon seemed more interested in feeling her fingertips against my skin. She would start with my arm, sliding her hand along my forearm. If she sensed that this was alright, she would wrap her arm around my chest, first rubbing outside, then slipping underneath. She particularly liked the hair on my chest, and often twirled the hair around my nipples. "Yours get just like mine," she said one night. "I think we better stop," I said, pulling her hand out and tightening my robe around me. She sat up. "Rub my back," she said, hunching forward, her arms on her knees. I sat up halfway and rubbed her lightly. "Underneath," she pouted. "Go ask your momma," I teased. "She's not here... Rub my back," she asked again, purring and chinning my shoulder like a kitten. "Okay, okay, but just for a little." She arched her back to let my hand slide easily under her top. "Mmmm...," she said, now hunching her back again. "Higher," she said. I felt my fingertips graze her fine skin as I went up her spine. She shivered when I came down her spine. "That feels nice," she said, her voice getting quiet. "That's enough," I said, and lay back down. "You gonna watch the movie or what?" She lay down beside me, snuggled her head into my chest, and slipped her top leg over my legs, lifting her knee up to my crotch. "Oh!" she said as I sat up quickly. There was no doubt that she had felt my erection. I was scared, not because of what she had done, but because of the feelings I had running through me. She wasn't a child any more. She was a young woman, and I was a man. "I think I better go to bed," I said, and left before Sharon said anything. The next morning, I had a talk with Sharon, about how we shouldn't touch each other so much. "You mean like lying beside each other?" "Yes, like lying beside each other." And we didn't. I did the only thing I knew to keep me from thinking of her. I became aloof and reserved, feeling self-conscious whenever I would hug her, which was now only ceremonial, when we said good morning or goodbye. Then her mother had gotten sick. "Didn't you want to take that exit?" I saw the exit sign just before it disappeared behind us. "I'll take the next one." "You ok?" Sharon asked. "Yeah... Just remembering... How we used to watch movies together..." She reached over and put her hand on my leg. "Yeah, I remember...," she said, giving me a squeeze. I swallowed hard as I felt my heart race. "Don't miss the exit!" she said, taking her hand off my leg to point at the upcoming sign. "Thanks," I said, and turned off the freeway. When we got home, it was already dark. I took Sharon's bags up to her room. "I put you in your old room," I said. "But you can sleep wherever you like." There was an awkward moment, then Sharon said, "That's what SHE said!" I had forgotten how we teased each other this way. I smiled, and felt my heart jump the way she smiled back at me. She was definitely more confident, I thought. I took a step toward her. She put her arm up on my forearm and looked into my eyes. I saw my little girl. I looked down, embarrassed by my feelings. I turned and walked out of her room. "Ya wanna watch a movie?" she said. I stopped, looked around. "Aren't you tired? Or hungry?" "I got lots of sleep on the plane," she said. "And I've been thinking about coming home since I left. I just want to be with you," she said, her voice going very quiet. We looked at each other, sharing the sadness of who wasn't with us this Christmas. "Ok... I'll go set it up." "I'll get into my jammies," Sharon said, giving me a sly look. I started to walk downstairs, but then went to my room and got into my bathrobe. "I've got your favorite movie ready to go," I said. Sharon must have seen the reaction I tried to hide when she came in the room. "You like?" she said, spinning around. I was speechless. Her outfit was stunning. I wasn't sure if I was imagining it or I was really seeing her body, all her body, under the light material. There was definitely a dark patch at her crotch, and two more where her breasts poked forward. "That's not your jammies," I said. "When did you start wearing lingerie?" "I'm 18 now," she said. "Lots of us wear these in the dorm. I'm not a little girl any more, John." My heart broke when she called me by my name instead of Dad. "I know you're a woman," I said, "but you'll always be MY little girl." She looked like she was going to cry, but ran over and plopped beside me. She was wearing a very sophisticated perfume. "What's that you're wearing?" She lifted her face to mine, the scent wafting off her beautiful breasts with each breath she took. I felt dizzy. "You like it?" She leaned forward, putting her hand on my thigh for balance, and gave me a kiss. "Rub my back?" she crooned, and turned her back to me, taking her hand off my leg, putting the other hand higher on my thigh, then squirming into position, pressing her fingers into my upper thigh. I could feel her warmth even through my robe. I continued to feel dizzy and I let myself be overtaken with a feeling of light-headed pleasure. I put my fingers on her back and let them wander up to her neck. The material was so sheer, it felt like I was touching her skin. As my hand came back down her spine, she moved her hand on my leg. "Underneath," she whispered. I moved my hand to the lacy opening, then slipped up the left side of her back. Her hand moved down my leg to my inner thigh. I felt like I was floating. I swallowed hard, then whispered, "Underneath." Without hesitation, she gently moved my robe aside and I felt her fingertips on my bare skin. I was shaking as I let my hand move from her back to her front. She raised her arm and I let my fingers graze her soft underarms. I pressed my leg into her, making more room for her hand at my crotch, her fingers now only inches away from my pulsing manhood. I lowered my hand, finding the curve of soft flesh that would guide me up her breast. She curled her fingers and let her nails scrape the skin and coarse hairs as she moved up my leg. My fingers slowly climbed her breast, fingertips barely touching, until I felt the tiny bumps of her outer nipple. I lifted my fingers and brushed over her nipple with my fingernail. "Mmmm...," she shuddered, leaning her palm firmly into my crotch. "Unhhh," I gasped. "Yes...," she said, with a hiss that rang in my ears. She wrapped her fingers around the head of my raging cock, gave a squeeze, and slid her now slippery fingers down my shaft. I wrenched myself, as if out of a deep sleep. "Wait," I said, "No!" I pulled away and stood up. "What..." I couldn't say any more. I shook my head, giving me room to think. Sharon looked worried. "Did I hurt you?" she asked. When I didn't say anything, she went on, "A girlfriend told me... I don't... I've never really..." I saw the tears growing in her eyes and my heart melted. "It's just that..., I don't..." I stammered. I didn't know what to say. She looked up at me and implored, "Tickle me?" A smile of relief spread across me face as I remembered the game we used to play. I reached down and pinched the sides of my little girl. She started laughing and giggling. The distraction was working, and I started to tickle her good. She jerked and kicked. Her legs were longer and stronger than when she was younger. I leaned forward, pushing her legs to each side of my waist, finding safety from her feet and knees. As I pressed my weight forward, I held her down so that she was only able to twist and bump. She was laughing so hard she was gasping for air. I found just the right spots at her sides and poked mercilessly. She put her feet down used her legs to push her butt up. It felt like my bathrobe had slipped open as I felt her rub against my crotch. I kept tickling, leaning forward, becoming more aware of her warm crotch. I started to feel a dampness, too, and so redoubled my tickling. The more I leaned forward, the more her movements were limited, until all she could do was rock her pelvis against me. I felt my focus being drawn to the movement of her pelvis against my cock. At some point I stopped tickling her, but kept rocking,. I rocked with her, holding her tight against me. Her laughter turned deeper, into a rhythmic grunting. I watched as she closed her eyes, her lips parted, and her breathing became shallow and faster. I heard a voice far away in my head yell "Stop! Stop!" Then she twitched, arched her head and back, pressing her crotch hard into me. "Unhhh," she said, pressing into me again. Her knees clamped at my sides. Her hands grabbed my forearms and dug fingernails into my skin. I felt her quiver against me. "Unhhhhhhhh," she groaned. "Oh my God" I thought. I froze, trying to control my shaking. She was still breathing erratically. Then I felt her relax her grasp. I took a deep breath, then swallowed hard. "Are you okay?" I whishpered. Her face was flushed, her cheeks bright red. She opened her eyes, blinked a couple times, then stared at me. I had a sick feeling in my stomach. Then a weak smile filled her face. "I'm ok," she said. "I just feel... dizzy." She let her legs fall from my sides. I stood up, wrapped myself back in my robe. She took a deep breath and sat up. "I don't think you've EVER tickled me THAT hard before," she said. She looked down at her crotch. I followed her stare to the wet spot. "I think I peed!" she giggled. She stood up, holding me for balance, then wrapped her arms around me. "I love you," she said, then turned and wobbled to the stairs and went up to her room. I sat down, shaking, not sure what to do. She didn't seem upset or worried. She didn't even seem to know what had happened. Maybe she didn't... Maybe she just... I sat for a couple minutes as thoughts flew through my head. What if... I knew I had to talk with her. I went up to her room. Her door was open and she was sitting on her bed. "I need to talk...," I looked down, then back up, "about what happened." She smiled and motioned for me to come into her room. I came in, looked around for a place to sit, then she moved to make room for me on the bed. "I... It was my fault," I stammered. "I let things go too far." To my surprise, she got an angry look on her face. "It wasn't your fault. It was my fault, too." Oh my god, I thought, she DID know what happened. "No, I'm the adult. I'm the one who needed to stop." Now she got really angry. "No it wasn't. I could have stopped, too. I'm an adult. I knew what I was doing." The words hung in my head like the echo of a gunshot. "What do you mean?" I asked. I stood there, staring at her. She just stared back. Then her face relaxed. She started to says something, then hesitated. She looked me in the eye and said, "You remember when you used to chase after me and tickle me in the blankets? You'd wrap me up tight, then reach in and tickle me?" "Yes, I remember." "You remember when you tickled me so hard I peed?" "I remember." "I've known I loved you ever since," she said, and waited. "You've always made me feel good...," she said, now looking down, embarrassed. "What does that have to do..." "You've always made me feel good," she interrupted, "that way." I looked at her, not understanding. What did she mean by "that way"? She just stared back at me until all at once my face turned bright red. "That's not possible," I said. "You were too young..." She looked up at me. "I've been able to feel good since I was seven," she said. "And I've ached to touch you ever since, ever since you stopped," she said, putting her hand lightly on my arm. I thought about how sad I had been since she was fourteen and I had said we couldn't touch, how distant I had felt from her, unable to express how I felt. "I was afraid," I said quietly. She leaned over, lifted my chin, and kissed me on the lips, soft and wet. Our mouths opened, and I played gently with her tongue in my mouth. Her hand came up my thigh, inside my robe, and pressed on my cock. I pulled away. Tickle Me "We shouldn't do this," I said. "Why not?" she said, as she leaned forward and kissed me again, slipping her hand around my dick and giving me a squeeze. My resistance melted away. I reached my hands under her top. We broke our kiss long enough for me to watch her breasts as I lifted her top over her head. They were perfect, full, soft, and the palest white I had ever seen. Her nipples were swollen and erect. I let my hands brush down her arms to her breasts, where I turned my hands over, trapped her nipples, and gently rolled them between my knuckles. She bent forward and we kissed. She moved her hands up my bare chest, and lifted my robe off my shoulders. I stood and let the robe fall to the floor. She stood, pushed down and stepped out of her bottoms, and sat back on her bed, her knees left open and inviting. I stared at her perfect pussy lips, swollen and red, wet with anticipation. She took my hand and pulled me to her as she lay back. "Tickle me," she whispered, pulling me on top of her. I felt my bare hips slide between her widening naked thighs. My fingers found her sides and tickled. She squirmed and bumped her wet pussy into my hardened dick, leaving it cool and wet. I climbed her chest with my lips, stopping to suck and nip at her breasts. I slid up further. Our lips met, then our tongues, then my rod pressed at the entrance to her sopping slit. She rocked her pelvis back, letting the head of my dick slide down to the middle of her opening, then pushed her hips up into me and I felt her pussy lips slide around the head of my penis. "Ohnhhh..." I moaned. I wanted to slam into her, but stopped and asked, "Are you... are you a virgin?" "Yes," she replied, and kissed me. Before I could do anything, she pushed her hips up hard. She gasped as I slid in deep, deep. She was deliciously tight, but there was no obstructing cherry. She began bumping and wiggling as if I were tickling her. I held her hips, slowing her down, sharing with her a rhythm. Soon she answered my call and rocked her pelvis in tempo with my thrusts, causing us to crash together each time I was fully inside her. After only a few bumps, she came quick and hard. I felt her cramp around my dick. Then I felt a gush of warm fluid wash over my cock. I thought about all those times I had tickled her until she peed and I felt myself coming almost instantly. I thrust as deep as I could, then stopped, and let me feel myself slide into my orgasm, pulses of pleasure as I offered her my seed. I enjoyed her spasms as she sucked my cum up into her. We were frozen like this, together, for what seemed an eternity. The first thing I was aware of as I came back was her soft, short breaths against my face and the gentle flesh of her breasts against my chest. "That was the best tickle ever," she said, giving me a kiss, holding me tight, and never letting go. Tickle Me Mercilessly You and I had been friends for quiet some time, sharing a common bond in subversive, dumb comedies, quirky cartoons and a general agreement that laughing a lot is the best way to spend out your life to zero in this world. We met through our jobs awhile back; your flashing eyes and warm smile put me at easy the very first day. Finding out that we had so much in common had been a bonus and so it became very easy for us to fall into a comfortable friendship. We didn't have anything sexual between us except my secret pinning for you. I tried to hide it. Being the kind of man that you are, you either didn't notice my hopeless desire for you or just didn't act on my weakness. Even when we started spending more and more time together, including weekends, I channeled all my sexual frustrations into being the same old, goofy and silly girl that you had come to know so well. We went to clubs, movies, and outdoor concerts in the summer, just generally enjoying each others company. Who knew that we would be so evenly matched in other ways as well? ***** We started out Friday night like others, each of us hemming and hawing about what we should do. Go to this club or that, a movie? After several minutes of indecision we decided to stay in for a change. You had brought over some movies that we both loved and I had a couple of steaks that were just waiting for the grill. Decision made, we both took turns in the bathroom changing into more comfortable clothes. You had an overnight bag at my place for those evenings when after heavy club-hopping, my couch looked better then a hospital bed. I felt a pang in my loins at the thought of you sleeping over, so close to my bed, yet so far away. I would probably be lying awake thinking about your sleeping body tonight. "Oh well, no work tomorrow… and who needs sleep anyway." I said to myself. When I came into the kitchen in my pajamas you said while staring at my chest, "Hmmm, nice tank top, are you cold?" I swatted a hand at you as you dodged my attack, "Actually, I think that those mean that you're done cooking." I swatted at you again laughing and said, "Hey, go make the salad funny boy while I light the grill. Oh, can you open the bottle of wine in the fridge, Thanks?" You bowed and trotted off to the kitchen as my eyes shifted over your nicely moving butt. ***** We ate until the meat was gone and the salad was decimated to a few scattered leaves. Both of us agreed that the wine my boss had given me for Christmas was good, and vowed to look for more. I cleared the table while you got one of the movies set up. Once we both had settled down into my squishy couch, it wasn't very long before we both were laughing at the jokes we knew too well and yelling out the lines before they came up. You kept reaching out to touch my arm, shoulder, or hands; a habit of your affectionate nature that always made my heart skip faster. When the movie got the part that always made me laugh the hardest, you reached over and rubbed my belly quickly, which in turn only made me laugh harder and try to get away from your touch. "Ah, I think the girl is ticklish!" you exclaimed and moved closer, wiggling your fingers at me in a menacing way. "You wouldn't dare!" I threw out at you. Mischievous hazel eyes narrowed in my direction and you moved just a little closer. "Why would you say that? Don't like to be tickled?" I looked at you for a second, knowing inside that I had a serious thing about being tickled. The idea that a man, and such an attractive one no less, would and could tickle me, just about caught my panties on fire. I thought to myself that if I never get to bed you, then at least maybe I can live out a fetish with you without you knowing about it. So I tossed my blonde hair and cast out the bait. "Oh, no…I never like to be tickled, especially by a total geek like you." I over exaggerated every word and stuck my tongue out at you just for good measure. Your eyes widened slightly and then an evil grin stretched across your face. In a villainous voice and while rubbing your hands together you said, "Ha! Now I have you my clutches girl; there is no escape from the Tickle Terrorist!" I squeaked in delighted fear as you pounced in my direction. Your sudden move gave me no time to untangle my legs out from under me, so I fell to the floor instead of making a hasty escape. I squeaked again as you fell on top of me, trying to contain my squirming form. Somehow in all the struggle you ended up straddling my body right above my hips, you feet folded over the tops of my thighs and pressing them down on the floor. We were both laughing and fighting as you tried to gather both of my wrists in one hand. "Success!" you cried out, "The crowd cheers our lofty hero!" "Hey, no fair since you only out weigh me by a hundred pounds or more!" I looked up at you; you brown hair was a mess and you were slightly panting like me. Your dancing eyes were twinkling down into mine and I noticed that your shirt was all askew, enough so that I could see your chest hair peaking out of the collar. "What should the Tickle Terrorist start with first? And such a wide array of targets to choose from!" You pulled my wrists up high and planted them down above my head. I wiggled like crazy, trying to pull them away, when your fingertips started to twirl in my armpits. My face felt hot as sharp, loud screams of laugher burst out of me. "No, no, no, no….ah, stop, stop!" Out came my begging requests. Your fingers drifted around my neck while I tried to capture those torturous offenders with my chin. "Wow, listen to those little feet just drumming away on the carpet!" you said smiling. "I'll have to get to them soon." Your fingers wiggled a path up the insides of my arms, back down past my neck and into my armpits again. "No, no, no, mercy!" I pleaded, twisting my face from side to side. "Don't like to be tickled, eh? Well this is one geek that will make sure you never forget this tickle session." You threatened as I felt your fingers brushed down the side of my body and up over my belly. They grazed between my breasts, once, twice, and then back down to my stomach. Mixed in with the shaking of my muscles from all the laughing, I could feel my sex swelling to tenderness; getting wetter and softer by the second. I gasped as you hand brushed the undersides of my breast. Was it an accident? I was not sure but hoped that it would happen again. "I just love tickling you." You said over my face, "All this wiggling sure is good for me." You winked and tickled back up my side, brushing my breast again. You shifted to transfer my wrists from one hand to the other as I made an earnest attempt at escape. However you were just too strong for me. "Other side!" you announced and proceed to follow the same path you had just taken. My legs were positively thrashing about as I tried to buck you off with my hips. Had I just heard you groan with pleasure? Your swift fingers pulled up my shirt, exposing my stomach. "What," I panted "Are you doing?" "Getting ready to tickle that soft, vunerable belly skin of yours." You growled. I looked into your eyes, your lids half-shut; your lips parted just a crack. My cunt screamed to get my attention; my panties were positively soaked! "I love tickling girls." You said as your fingers danced over my stomach, sending more laughter flying out of my mouth. I noticed for the first time that you were pushing a very hard erection into my pelvis and hip. I groaned involuntarily. "Now that sure was a funny sounding laugh." You said as you rubbing your cock against me, "Hmmm, there it was again. I wonder what caused that." You teased me, making my nipples rise. It took a few gasping breathes for me to realize that your hand was stroking my belly instead of tickling. I looked back up at you and this time your eyes were dark with something that I could only hope was desire for me. "Do you yield?" your eyebrow rose to the question. "Is that the best you can do?" I flirted back. You looked at me with mock surprise. "Like playing with fire, eh, well let's see just how much of you really is ticklish shall we?" You leaned closer towards my face, your hips were planted on top of mine and I felt you sliding my tank top up higher, exposing my ribs and lower breasts. For a second we started at each other, your hazel eyes dwelling over my blue ones. I wanted you to kiss me so very badly. "You really do like this don't you?" you asked. My face blushed hard, "Yes", I said quietly, taking a chance at your rejection. I jumped with surprise when your lips fell down upon mine. "I really do like to tickle girls." You said between gentle pecks at my lips. " It's this sort of thing that I want to do…but it is hard to find girls who would like it back and not think I'm weird." Your erection rubbed my hip again, "I like it in a more then a just for fun sort of way…if you catch my drift." Your lips were seducing my senses and your words were making my head spin. "Is it alright? Do you want me to stop?" A worried look formed in your face. My heart melted at your concern. "You can tickle me anytime you want to." I murmured softly and pushed my hips up to meet your. Your eyelids got that heavy look again but a sly smile drifted over your mouth. "How about here. Are you ticklish here too?" Fingers grazed my ribs lightly; just the tips brushing over the undersides of my breast. I giggled and sighed at the same time. I was torn between the need to lean into your touch or retreat it. Pure torture! Your fingers tickled in a wide arch that included my stomach, between my breast and all around them. Your hands were so masterful at avoiding my nipples, even with all of my squirming and laughing. Fingers floated over my skin. They pressed into the palms of my hands, down my inner arms, over my armpits, around my breasts, and a finger or two sliding between my stomach and the waistband of my sweats. This last action caused me to gasp and reach my lips out for yours. "Hmmm, how about here?" as you pulled your head back smiling, your fingers tracing my areolas through my top. "Does this tickle too?" My body jumped at the softness of your touch. "Yes." I replied, "But in a really good way." My clit was throbbing as you grinded your straining cock right against my cunt, wedging the fabric of my panties into my wet slit. "How about now?" you breathed out and I held my breath as your hand pushed my top up over my breasts, baring them to your eyes and fiendish fingers. You drew soft, slow circles around on my breasts, starting from the outside towards my hard, pink nipples. It felt so good but still tickled too; I fell into another fit of giggles. The hand that was restraining me releases my wrists as you rolled off of me and onto your side. You pulled my body up snug beside you. "Let's get this off, shall we?" you pulled my top up and off. "And how about these things?" As your big, warm hand slid into the waistband of my sweats and proceeded to roll them off my body. "All that skin and my fingers just begging to play." You whispered the words into my mouth. "Do you want to stay here on the floor, or go get more comfortable?" "My room please." I breathed as my body shivered with excitement. I laughed in surprise as you jumped up quickly and scooped me up off the floor. Once we got to the bedroom, you laid me down gently and then stepped back and started to remove your clothes. My watchful eyes roamed over your body as your chest hair came into full view. My legs started to rub together involuntarily when your cock sprang out from the confines of your shorts. Your body was so beautiful to me; muscles defined without being obnoxious, long limbs that well suited your torso, and those flashing eyes made me tremble. "Oh, those panties are just going to have to come off, but first…" you trailed off as you reached out and grabbed one of my feet. I screamed as you ran your thumb up the insole. "No, no, no, not my feet! Anything but those! Mercy! Mercy!" You grabbed my other leg as well and tickled my sensitive ankles. I was thrashing about as you rose one of my feet to your face and snuck your tongue out to press a long, slow drag into my instep. I was really screaming, so much so, that it was very hard to breath. I grabbed a pillow and threw it at you, trying to dislodge your tongue from my right ankle. You just glared at me and bit down. My skin, which was always easy to mark, was getting covered in your teeth imprints as you chewed your way up my calves. I threw another pillow at you and was reaching for another one when you laughed out, "Ha! Out of ammo! I guess you'll just have to take it like a real woman!" You lowered my legs and climbed up over them, licking and biting your way up my thighs to my hips. I twisted under your assault, your saliva cooled and dried on my skin. Your fingers hooked under my knees, tickling around as your lips planted kisses all around my pubic mound. My throat couldn't decided whether it wanted to laugh or moan so it switched between the two often. I reached down and grabbed a handful of your hair and then tugged gently. "Please, no more tickling." I felt the heavy weight of your stare; your eyes sparkled with promise. "Are you sure you want me to stop? I have one more place to test for ticklishness." The implications of your words swirled around in my head. "How about it? Are you ticklish there too? Don't you want me to find out?"The devil was flashing in your eyes as you pulled at my panties with your teeth. "I bet you are so ticklish here." Your breath brushed across my pubic hair and I felt so overheated and wet, like I was never going to stop dripping juice from my core. I was still giggling as you squiggled your fingers up across my hips and outer thighs, but that all changed as you began to trace your tongue between my swollen pussy lips. My body trembled under you as your hands reached over and held my legs apart. "I want to tickle you inside too…can I?" My head nodded in boneless agreement while my fingers twined into your hair. The soft, wet touch of your tongue made my giggles turn into moans; my pussy throbbed under your mouth. I could barely believe that this was happening; just hours before I only dreamed about your head between my legs, but now you were there, licking me so softly that it took my breath away. I felt my flesh contract as you slid your tongue long and flat from my opening to my clit, and circling my clit, back down to probe inside me. Your wiggling tongue was teasing the wetness from deep inside me and I thrust my hips at you, unable to stop myself from doing it. You ran a hand up my stomach to the undersides of my breasts and proceeded to tickle me once more. My nerves couldn't take it, caught between pleasure and laughing. Your tongue lapped at my pussy in long, slow drags as my thighs tightened around your head. "Oh God, stop tickling please….I can't concentrate!" I begged as you started to suck lightly on my clit, while still continuing to flick your fingers over my ribs. Finally, your fingers ceased there torment has your hand reached up and squeezed my breast, pulling on my nipple occasionally. I couldn't hold back as the spasms whipped through my muscles, deep into my groin. A low sob of pleasure pressed out of my chest as I felt you growl against my overheated flesh. My hands shook and tangled in your hair. As my back arched out for one final wave of ecstasy, I felt you rise up and lower your body onto me, your hands cradling my head, lips crushing down on mine. I tasted myself on your lips as our tongues swirled together with urgency. I reached down between our bodies and grasped your cock, tugging on the skin gently. The soft curve of your lips hung over mine as you rolled your hips to thrust your cock against my palm. With your eyes twinkling, you rolled us over so that I was lying on top of you. "I want to taste you too." I said into your mouth and started to move down your body. You stopped me, turning me around over top of you. At first I was confused, but then realized that you wanted me to move into a 69 position and my body started to tremble all anew. I shifted into position over you and stopped to admire my prize. For so long I had wondered what your cock would look like; how it would feel and taste. Now I would have my chance, and more. I reached my tongue out towards your straining flesh, lapping at your cock head lightly. You shuddered under me and pulled my thighs apart further, pressing your cheek against my leg. My face grew so hot, knowing that you were staring right at my open sex. I slid my lips down onto you, rubbing the head of your cock against the roof of my mouth, trying to get all of you down to the back of my throat without gagging. I slowly started to bob my lips up and down your shaft. Your sweet flesh stifled the loud groan that rose from the depths of me as your hot, soft tongue entered my pussy once again while I swirled my tongue around your engorged, purple cock head. I was thrown back and forth between the desire to give you back a measure of the pleasure you were giving me and the delicious torture of your mouth sucking on my pussy lips. I jumped and giggled around your shaft as you scratched your nails lightly over my ass and hips, tickling at the undersides of my sensitive butt cheeks. I pulled my mouth from your cock, replaced it with my hand and groaned, "Oh no, not more!" I could have sworn that you were smiling against my cunt as you continued to tease my ass with your nails. I tried to retaliate by running my hand up and down your cock, squeezing slowly but firmly, hoping that you would get to distracted to keep up the tickling. Your fingers wavered a few times as you moaned into my pussy, but somehow you keep going nevertheless. I licked the top of your cock, tasting the pre cum that started to leak out of you. Just when I thought that my stomach muscles would really start to ache from all the laughter, you bit down into one of my inner thighs. My yelp of surprise was replaced by a sigh as your hands started to rub my lower back. You raised your hips towards my face, sliding your cock all the way to the back of my tongue as your lips made a pass over my anus. I sucked your dick hard in surprise as you licked my ass; the feeling of your tongue so new to me, so erotic and dirty all at once that I could barely stand the intensity. I tried to shift, trying to get away, but you held my hips tightly, all the while rimming my ass slowly. Reaching down I massaged your balls as my forehead came to rest on your thigh, the crimson flush of my cheeks burning my skin. "Lick my balls baby", you groaned out and then went back to lathing my tight crinkle. I lifted your swollen jewels to my mouth and worshipped them with flat, long drags while rolling your skin against my lips. Your grip on me tightened more and with a swift movement you rolled us over onto our sides. You shifted your body around and laid me onto my back, your face dark and intense as you planted your palms on either side of my head. I felt your knees nudging and spreading my thighs wide. We were both panting with need, my fingers were clawing at your shoulders and chest, your cock bumped against my puffy, wet lips. You grasped one of my legs and pushed it up while you guided your cock to my vulnerable pussy. The feeling of you sliding your cock head around in my open, waiting hole made us both shiver. Suddenly, you bore down swiftly, pushing a gasp right out of me as my wet lips slid up your shaft, you balls snug against my ass. I grabbed your hips as you rolled them experimentally, watching me squirm beneath you. "Does that tickle?" you smiled, rolling your hips slowly, "Does it. How about this?" as you pulled back and plunged your shaft deep into me. All I could do was moan in response while your hips grinded against mine, rising and falling. You pushed your face into the crook of my neck as you pounded me mercilessly; your breath was so hot against my ear. As you pumped your dick into me I could feel your damp chest hair rubbing my erect nipples while the trail of hair on your belly tickled my skin with each thrust. I pressed my cheek to your head, smelling the sweat in your hair. I was so lost in the pleasurable friction that you were igniting in my clit and tightening walls. I raised my legs and wrapped them around your waist, opening my pussy even more to your plunder. The sexiest growl I have ever heard rose from you lips causing my insides come completely undone, gushing all over you. Stars exploded behind my eyes and I cried out, digging my fingers into your lower back. Tickle Me Mercilessly When I was able to open my eyes again I saw that you were looking down at me, your brow furrowed and lips parted. I arched my back as you stroked into me harder and faster, sweat dripping down from you face and onto my breasts. I squeezed my muscles onto your driving cock, wanting to make it so good for you. I felt you getting harder, the muscles in your arms shaking. Your whole body grew tight and with a loud groan you shove your cock deep into my pussy, filling me with your hot juices. I watched as your face went from near pain to complete euphoria. I strained up to brush a kiss across your parted lips. You smiled and then collapsed on top of me, pinning me with your heaving chest. After we caught our breath, we both wrapped our arms around each other and rolled onto our sides, our lips meeting for soft, pecking kisses. I sighed contentedly, only to start to wiggle and laugh as you trailed a single finger up and down my side. You smiled and winked at me with a gleam in your eyes.