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This story isn't mine, its from Irishboon on another site and may not be a tickling story but they way the person wrote it sertain made me think u could easily turn it into a tickling story so enjoy.
WARNING Sexual content and nudity.
Brooke walked down the steps carefully while her mind was racing. Where was she going? Was she still dreaming? While her mind asked many more questions her eyes saw that as she went down the steps, there were small mirrors placed at intervals along the steps. Her first thought was curious they were, then she realized that the mirrors were reflecting the moonlight into the room below. The artist part of her realized how very clever that was, though the rational part of her could not figure out why someone would do that.
She stepped off the last step into a small room. The wall ahead of her was all white, and on side of a room (to her left) was a large mirror. On the other side of a room (to her right) was a wall that had been painted black as midnight. The moonlight was filling the room and was being held there by the large mirror to her left. She turned to face the mirror and saw herself reflected in it. The room was now well lit, though with a very soft glow. Not too bright, but still light enough to see herself well. She waved at herself to make sure she was actually there, and her reflection waved back. While she was standing there, trying to figure the room out her eye caught movement. She was turning back to look at the black wall when something in the mirror had moved.
She quickly turned back to the mirror and saw her own reflection looking back at her. The reflection had a concerned and confused look on its face, so she realized that she did as well. She laughed slightly and felt silly. Her mind loved to play tricks on her.
Just then, as she stood there, her reflection waved to her, even though she had not moved a muscle.
Brooke's natural reaction was to gasp and back up. She did not realize how small the room really was and she back up right against the black wall. She expected the wall to be cold and clammy, like most walls were, but this wall felt...different. It was warm and soft, almost like she had backed up into another person.
The reflection in the mirror was now mimicking exactly what she did, so her mind told her that either she imagined it, or that it was messing with her. Brooke decided to move forward to investigate, but the wall behind her had other ideas.
Before she knew what was happening, hands and arms shot out of the wall all over and grabbed her. Strong, powerful hands grabbed her ankles and other hands grabbed her wrists and pulled her arms above her head. It all happened so quickly she had no idea what was going on at first. She saw the arms and hands come out of the wall in the mirror and she saw them grab her. Her mind, initially paralyzed with confusion snapped out of it and ordered her mouth to scream. She opened her mouth only to find that a large hand was now placed over her mouth, preventing her from screaming. She screamed as loud as should could into the hand, and no sound was heard at all. She begin to try to kick and pull herself free, but after a few minutes of pure terror and adrenalin coursing through her she realized that she was not going anywhere. The hands holding her were like steel, and she found herself sweating and panting with her efforts.
The hands, though strong as steel, were not hurting her. They had her in their grasp and they now slowly lifted her off the floor. Brooke could only watch herself in the mirror being lifted a few feet off the ground. Her arms were still above her head and her legs were slowly being spread apart. She thought about trying to keep them together, then decided it was best not to fight at this point. One would have better luck trying to bend steel bars with your teeth.
Once she was a few feet off the ground something unusual happened. She felt other hands come from the wall and begin to touch her lightly. They were smaller, softer hands, and they began to play with her hair, rub her shoulders, and massage her legs. Their touch sent chills up and down her spine. The hands were not cold and wall-like at all, they felt like actual, human hands. In the mirror Brooke could see that they were black hands that had come from the wall. She found herself feeling much more relaxed, and she took a soft breath and exhaled.
When she did that, the hand covering her mouth pulled away and sank back into the wall. Her mind was now somewhat numb as to what was going on so she just let her body enjoy the many hands caressing her. She could not stop them if she tried, so why even bother to fight them?
Soon the hands became more playful, and some hands began to rub her butt cheeks over her nightie, and other hands played up and down her legs. Still others began to caress her neck in the spot that drove her crazy. A few seconds of that and another pair reached around in front of her and softly, ever so softly, began to rub her now very hard nipples.
Brooke felt that warmth build up from her inner thighs and begin to work up over her tummy and breasts again. She felt her breath getting shorter and she could watch the whole thing in the mirror in front of her. The hands on her chest were cupping them and massaging them while black fingers would pinch and tease the nipples. She felt sweat slowly dripping down her back and over her backside.
The hands then hooked their fingers over her panties and pulled them down slowly. Other hands unhooked her nightie and let it fall softly to the floor. She was now naked and being held firm against a wall of hands that were exploring all over her body. In her mind she realized that she had never been so turned on in all her life.
While her breasts were still being teased a set of fingers worked their way up her legs to where the heat in her body was growing. She moaned softly and bit her lip as light fingers traced their way around her aching lips and softly rubbed the bit of hair she had. She arched her back slightly and felt her hips moving back and forth. The fingers now began to stroke her lips, and she felt her clit throbbing, begging to be played with.
Her whole body was now on fire, and she could hear herself moaning over and over again. The fingers on her lips found her clit and began to twirl around it, driving her absolutely wild. The blood ran from her head and she could feel an orgasm building quickly within her and before she knew it she exploded. She cried out in pure pleasure and her entire body was quaking.
Before the orgasm's ripples could subside she felt another hand join the hand between her legs. The first hand kept rubbing her clit and the second hand begin to slide its fingers deep inside her. The fingers were very careful and deliberate, and because she was so wet they were able to penetrate her with ease and no pain at all. Brooke gasped as three fingers filled her up and stretched her out, and it felt wonderful.
Slowly the fingers inside her began to move back and forth. The fingers would pull themselves all the way out, then slowly go all the way back in. While the fingers were working their way in and out, the first hand on her clit was lazily teasing her, sending shockwaves up and down her groin. As the hand inside began to move faster, so did the hand on her clit. She now found her hips moving back and forth against the wall, trying to ride the fingers as best she could. The fingers were still moving in and out slowly, and it was driving her mad.
After a few minutes of this Brooke was going crazy. The hands were now up to going a little faster, but the long, deep strokes were driving her wild.
"Please, please, please..." she found herself begging "please go faster oh god that feels so good please don't stop please go faster." She was panting and bucking her hips faster, and the hands responded by going faster and faster. Within a minute they were full on rubbing her, and she could not contain it any longer. She screamed at the top of her longs as the next orgasm hit, and her entire body locked up as it washed over every fiber of her being. She was rigid for a good ten seconds while her mind nearly blanked out from the sheer force of the pleasure she was having.
Eventually the wave subsided from within her and sank against the wall behind her. Breathing heavy and sweating profusely. She was still warm all over and she felt like she was glowing herself. She felt like she had just ran a marathon, and won. She was drained, tired, but not quite done yet.
Without realizing it a finger had found its way to her anus and was slowly pushing itself into her. She jerked forward reflexively and tried to clinch to keep the finger out of her there. She had never had anal sex before, and had never really tried to experiment with that area. Too late for her though, as the finger was now barely inside her, and clinching would not keep it out.
She gritted her teeth and prayed that the finger would leave, but it would not. It moved in a small circle within her ass. While it felt a bit uncomfortable at first, she could not say that it actually hurt, and she began to feel warm again in her pussy.
Eventually the finger pushed deeper inside her, and she had no idea what to make of it. One part of her mind was freaking out, another was aware that she was generating new juices from her front and that the finger was beginning to feel good. Really good. Eventually the finger worked its way all the way in. When it was fully in it began to move itself about, like she had a snake within her. The finger found that special spot within her anus and keep rubbing against it. It was the strangest, wildest feeling she had ever known. She had played with herself and had other play with her enough that she knew how good it felt to play in the front. This, however, was very different, and suddenly she found her breath getting short again and that warmth spreading all over her body. She couldn't cum like this, could she?
The finger began to squirm inside her ass faster and faster, and she felt her hips moving up and down again. One of the strong hands was caressing her mouth and put its finger into her mouth, and she began to suck on that finger for all she was worth. Bobbing her head back and forth she worked on the finger, and she could actually feel the hands holding her and caressing her getting warmer as she sucked on that finger.
She was feeling this weird sensation of pressure building up in her ass. The hands around her got warmer, and she could feel her pussy juice now flowing down her legs. Eventually that pressure built up so much she couldn't stand it, and she received the answer to her question about being able to cum anally. She did, and she would never forget it as long as she lived. That pressure exploded through her, and the domino effect caused her pussy to contract and she had an orgasm in the front as well. The combination of the two sent her into an absolute frenzy, and she was crying and moaning and sucking and cumming like she could never believe she could. Her brain simply could not handle all the stimulus and she passed out. Blackness enveloping her as the hands had covered her body.
WARNING Sexual content and nudity.
Brooke walked down the steps carefully while her mind was racing. Where was she going? Was she still dreaming? While her mind asked many more questions her eyes saw that as she went down the steps, there were small mirrors placed at intervals along the steps. Her first thought was curious they were, then she realized that the mirrors were reflecting the moonlight into the room below. The artist part of her realized how very clever that was, though the rational part of her could not figure out why someone would do that.
She stepped off the last step into a small room. The wall ahead of her was all white, and on side of a room (to her left) was a large mirror. On the other side of a room (to her right) was a wall that had been painted black as midnight. The moonlight was filling the room and was being held there by the large mirror to her left. She turned to face the mirror and saw herself reflected in it. The room was now well lit, though with a very soft glow. Not too bright, but still light enough to see herself well. She waved at herself to make sure she was actually there, and her reflection waved back. While she was standing there, trying to figure the room out her eye caught movement. She was turning back to look at the black wall when something in the mirror had moved.
She quickly turned back to the mirror and saw her own reflection looking back at her. The reflection had a concerned and confused look on its face, so she realized that she did as well. She laughed slightly and felt silly. Her mind loved to play tricks on her.
Just then, as she stood there, her reflection waved to her, even though she had not moved a muscle.
Brooke's natural reaction was to gasp and back up. She did not realize how small the room really was and she back up right against the black wall. She expected the wall to be cold and clammy, like most walls were, but this wall felt...different. It was warm and soft, almost like she had backed up into another person.
The reflection in the mirror was now mimicking exactly what she did, so her mind told her that either she imagined it, or that it was messing with her. Brooke decided to move forward to investigate, but the wall behind her had other ideas.
Before she knew what was happening, hands and arms shot out of the wall all over and grabbed her. Strong, powerful hands grabbed her ankles and other hands grabbed her wrists and pulled her arms above her head. It all happened so quickly she had no idea what was going on at first. She saw the arms and hands come out of the wall in the mirror and she saw them grab her. Her mind, initially paralyzed with confusion snapped out of it and ordered her mouth to scream. She opened her mouth only to find that a large hand was now placed over her mouth, preventing her from screaming. She screamed as loud as should could into the hand, and no sound was heard at all. She begin to try to kick and pull herself free, but after a few minutes of pure terror and adrenalin coursing through her she realized that she was not going anywhere. The hands holding her were like steel, and she found herself sweating and panting with her efforts.
The hands, though strong as steel, were not hurting her. They had her in their grasp and they now slowly lifted her off the floor. Brooke could only watch herself in the mirror being lifted a few feet off the ground. Her arms were still above her head and her legs were slowly being spread apart. She thought about trying to keep them together, then decided it was best not to fight at this point. One would have better luck trying to bend steel bars with your teeth.
Once she was a few feet off the ground something unusual happened. She felt other hands come from the wall and begin to touch her lightly. They were smaller, softer hands, and they began to play with her hair, rub her shoulders, and massage her legs. Their touch sent chills up and down her spine. The hands were not cold and wall-like at all, they felt like actual, human hands. In the mirror Brooke could see that they were black hands that had come from the wall. She found herself feeling much more relaxed, and she took a soft breath and exhaled.
When she did that, the hand covering her mouth pulled away and sank back into the wall. Her mind was now somewhat numb as to what was going on so she just let her body enjoy the many hands caressing her. She could not stop them if she tried, so why even bother to fight them?
Soon the hands became more playful, and some hands began to rub her butt cheeks over her nightie, and other hands played up and down her legs. Still others began to caress her neck in the spot that drove her crazy. A few seconds of that and another pair reached around in front of her and softly, ever so softly, began to rub her now very hard nipples.
Brooke felt that warmth build up from her inner thighs and begin to work up over her tummy and breasts again. She felt her breath getting shorter and she could watch the whole thing in the mirror in front of her. The hands on her chest were cupping them and massaging them while black fingers would pinch and tease the nipples. She felt sweat slowly dripping down her back and over her backside.
The hands then hooked their fingers over her panties and pulled them down slowly. Other hands unhooked her nightie and let it fall softly to the floor. She was now naked and being held firm against a wall of hands that were exploring all over her body. In her mind she realized that she had never been so turned on in all her life.
While her breasts were still being teased a set of fingers worked their way up her legs to where the heat in her body was growing. She moaned softly and bit her lip as light fingers traced their way around her aching lips and softly rubbed the bit of hair she had. She arched her back slightly and felt her hips moving back and forth. The fingers now began to stroke her lips, and she felt her clit throbbing, begging to be played with.
Her whole body was now on fire, and she could hear herself moaning over and over again. The fingers on her lips found her clit and began to twirl around it, driving her absolutely wild. The blood ran from her head and she could feel an orgasm building quickly within her and before she knew it she exploded. She cried out in pure pleasure and her entire body was quaking.
Before the orgasm's ripples could subside she felt another hand join the hand between her legs. The first hand kept rubbing her clit and the second hand begin to slide its fingers deep inside her. The fingers were very careful and deliberate, and because she was so wet they were able to penetrate her with ease and no pain at all. Brooke gasped as three fingers filled her up and stretched her out, and it felt wonderful.
Slowly the fingers inside her began to move back and forth. The fingers would pull themselves all the way out, then slowly go all the way back in. While the fingers were working their way in and out, the first hand on her clit was lazily teasing her, sending shockwaves up and down her groin. As the hand inside began to move faster, so did the hand on her clit. She now found her hips moving back and forth against the wall, trying to ride the fingers as best she could. The fingers were still moving in and out slowly, and it was driving her mad.
After a few minutes of this Brooke was going crazy. The hands were now up to going a little faster, but the long, deep strokes were driving her wild.
"Please, please, please..." she found herself begging "please go faster oh god that feels so good please don't stop please go faster." She was panting and bucking her hips faster, and the hands responded by going faster and faster. Within a minute they were full on rubbing her, and she could not contain it any longer. She screamed at the top of her longs as the next orgasm hit, and her entire body locked up as it washed over every fiber of her being. She was rigid for a good ten seconds while her mind nearly blanked out from the sheer force of the pleasure she was having.
Eventually the wave subsided from within her and sank against the wall behind her. Breathing heavy and sweating profusely. She was still warm all over and she felt like she was glowing herself. She felt like she had just ran a marathon, and won. She was drained, tired, but not quite done yet.
Without realizing it a finger had found its way to her anus and was slowly pushing itself into her. She jerked forward reflexively and tried to clinch to keep the finger out of her there. She had never had anal sex before, and had never really tried to experiment with that area. Too late for her though, as the finger was now barely inside her, and clinching would not keep it out.
She gritted her teeth and prayed that the finger would leave, but it would not. It moved in a small circle within her ass. While it felt a bit uncomfortable at first, she could not say that it actually hurt, and she began to feel warm again in her pussy.
Eventually the finger pushed deeper inside her, and she had no idea what to make of it. One part of her mind was freaking out, another was aware that she was generating new juices from her front and that the finger was beginning to feel good. Really good. Eventually the finger worked its way all the way in. When it was fully in it began to move itself about, like she had a snake within her. The finger found that special spot within her anus and keep rubbing against it. It was the strangest, wildest feeling she had ever known. She had played with herself and had other play with her enough that she knew how good it felt to play in the front. This, however, was very different, and suddenly she found her breath getting short again and that warmth spreading all over her body. She couldn't cum like this, could she?
The finger began to squirm inside her ass faster and faster, and she felt her hips moving up and down again. One of the strong hands was caressing her mouth and put its finger into her mouth, and she began to suck on that finger for all she was worth. Bobbing her head back and forth she worked on the finger, and she could actually feel the hands holding her and caressing her getting warmer as she sucked on that finger.
She was feeling this weird sensation of pressure building up in her ass. The hands around her got warmer, and she could feel her pussy juice now flowing down her legs. Eventually that pressure built up so much she couldn't stand it, and she received the answer to her question about being able to cum anally. She did, and she would never forget it as long as she lived. That pressure exploded through her, and the domino effect caused her pussy to contract and she had an orgasm in the front as well. The combination of the two sent her into an absolute frenzy, and she was crying and moaning and sucking and cumming like she could never believe she could. Her brain simply could not handle all the stimulus and she passed out. Blackness enveloping her as the hands had covered her body.
