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The Fervid Flamingo,
Inspired by BroOkayy,
Written by Ticklishscribe.
c. 2007
I was having an uncomfortable time tutoring Brooke in chemistry as she clearly had her mind on something else. I had the feeling that that something else was me but I couldn’t put my finger on it.
She was learning, but I kept seeing her glancing up from her chemistry textbook and looking in my direction. Her sweet smiles when saying hello and goodbye and her little kiss for me every time the session was over. Still another sign that was pointing in this direction was that she always wore somewhat revealing clothing, from skin-tight jeans and tops through to short skirts, sweatpants and sweatshirts.
Was it getting to me? Well yea. Brooke was very good looking and knew how to dress to accentuate her looks, but I was trying to keep this professional and educational. She had a chemistry mid-term and final to worry about, not any chemistry that she felt was between us and I had the feeling that she felt there was chemistry between us.
What was really getting to me was when I’d look in her direction and see her slowly wriggling one of her feet, her toes flexing and squirming with a sensual fervidness. One day there she was standing, one foot up in the air slightly behind her and slowly wriggling. I was very captivated by this flamingo like stance. I shouldn’t have let my guard down the first time she did it, as now she’d discovered a weak spot in me. But every session she’d at some point slowly and sensually wriggle her foot and toes and I would be drawn to her. I’d always try to look long enough to satisfy myself, but not long enough for her to see me looking. Sometimes I wasn’t so lucky, watching one leg tucked under her on that chair, it’s foot whispering wriggles and the other foot barely touching the floor with its toes, gently stroking the polished oak hardwood. When she did catch me, she would take her leg out from under her then stretch them both out and ballet her toes in my direction. The sheer sight of those creamy soft soles and plump little toes wasn’t keeping me on a professional level and I had to refocus myself every time.
Today gave me extra problems in that as I was watching her toes, she moved one leg and the cuff of her fleece pants brushed against her left sole and she suddenly jerked and giggled. That blew the chemical equation I was thinking about totally out of my mind and I definitely had to refocus. Again she caught me looking in the direction of her feet and again she stretched her soles out before me and danced her toes. Her left foot was twitching this time, still reacting from the fleece that had stroked its sole and that image wouldn’t leave my mind.
“Remember your chemical tables.” I told her, trying to refocus once more. But my mind kept getting distracted, by her creamy foot nuzzling my left right leg. She and her foot were driving me crazy.
“It’s so hard to remember chemistry.” She replied, still nuzzling me. But I could tell that she was remembering another kind of chemistry and this one didn’t need any tables either. My playful side of my mind was beginning to get the better of me.
It had been two weeks of twice a week tutoring sessions and all four times she was giving it to me with her feet and driving me nuts at the same time. Whether is was barefoot and flip flops or slipping her feet out of her sneakers and teasing me with her footsocks. Either way, she was getting to me and I knew there was going to be a breaking point sometime. Well that breaking point came when I saw her not studying but doodling in her notebook and when I asked her what she was drawing, she promptly closed that portion of her book and went back to studying, telling me it was nothing. I told her that drawing instead of studying chemistry was not nothing, especially when she wanted to at least get a passing grade.
About a half hour later she had to use my bathroom and it was then that I got a look at her drawing. To my surprise, I saw a picture of her tickling me. TICKLING ME. Where did she get an idea that she could tickle me? I quickly closed the book and went back to what I was doing. She returned and began studying again, but all the while she was looking in my direction and exhibiting her feet once more.
With the study over for the day she was packing up her stuff, when I leaned down beside her and quietly spoke that tickling me was out of the question, then laughed a little. As I turned away, she reached out and pinched my sides causing me to grunt and giggle. I pulled away then backed away, but she followed me and pinched my sides again. I could tell she was in a very playful mood and wasn’t going to take no for an answer. I turned and grabbed her and she squealed as my fingers made contact with her sides.
“See what it feels like. And this isn’t Chemistry.”
She began tickling me again and I had no choice but to tickle back. But tickling her while she was standing, was difficult and so I decided to show her was tickling really was. I picked her up and lay her over my left shoulder then carried her into my bedroom, where I tossed her on my bed then instantly straddled her. I began tickling her ribs, and she squealed with laughter then began laughing loudly. Not only that she began struggling like crazy. I had to do something.
I reached for my box of ropes, which I use to teach knot tying to sailing students and began tying her hands above her head with it. I could feel her legs violently moving under me and knew that I had to tie them as well. I quickly got off the bed and grabbed her left sneakered foot and stretched it out. Grabbing another rope I secured the ankle to the bottom left corner of the bed, then quickly did the same to the right.
My mind suddenly came to a halt and became clear in thought. I had a girl younger than me tied to my bed and even though she was barely of age, I still felt I could get into big trouble for it. But somehow I had the feeling that she didn’t mind being tied. I sat beside her and pushed her brown hair out of her eyes. I playfully pinched her left side.
“So you want to tickle do you? Well let’s see how you like to be tickled.” I straddled her again and playfully began pinching her ribs up and down her sides. The thin t-shirt she was wearing allowed me to fully feel those ribs and get the maximum of reaction out of her. I then reached out and began tickling her armpits and got even more reactions out of her. All the while she was saying "no, stop oh my god," but why was it that I didn’t believe her saying no and stop. The oh my god I could believe, but the other two I couldn’t. I continued tickling her pits, going from the deep recesses to the outer edges and back in again. They were both hotspots and I was thoroughly enjoying them no end.
All the while she arching her back in the worst way, violently and incoherently jerking along with the most loud and intense laughter I have ever heard. She was awesome and I was thanking God for her. I decided it was time to up the anti and so I slowly straddled her. I dig my fingers into her pits once more and suddenly felt her intensely grind under me. The laughter poured from her and was enjoying every scream as she gave me the ride of my life. I saw eyes that were clenched so tight you couldn’t pry them open with a crowbar. I felt a body that made a mechanical bull feel tame and heard a laugh that was music beyond my wildest dreams.
“I seem to have nirvana on my hands and I love it.” I continued to tickle her pits and added her ribs into the picture. This began to drive her wild and she was hot and grinding under me like a runaway cappuccino machine. I decided to take a giant step in tickling her and that was to tickle her nipples and breasts. This brought even more laughter from her and a screwed up look to her face. But she was now moaning a little as well and I knew I had hit a sensual hotspot. It was at this point that I remembered her nuzzling me and wanting to tickle me. That was enough to keep me going and played my fingers up and down the sides of her ribs.
She was in a constant state of hysterical laughter and writhing and so I figured it was time for a break. She looked up at me with those brown puppy-like eyes and continued grinding.
“My, my we are a hot and wanting it little girl aren’t we.” I decided to up things a little and reached for a blindfold. Her eyes widened as she saw it and I easily slipped it over her eyes.
“Pinch my nipples again, tickle them, make me hot.”
This request had me almost reeling and I again wondered how much trouble I could get into here. I could see how erect her nipples really were and that was weighing heavily on the scale for me. My senses were divided let alone hers. Shall I continue this enjoyable moment of pinching and tickling her nipples and breasts, taking a great risk in doing so. She did ask me to after all; she liked it the first time and wanted more. So who was I to deny her what she liked. I continued pinching and tickling while I was making up my mind and watched her reactions very carefully. At the first sign of her not liking it I would stop and untie her.
“OH MY GOD THIS IS HEAVENLY AND HORRIBLE! AHAHAHAHAHAHA”
How could this be heavenly and horrible at the same time; that would be like agony and ecstasy being the same thing. I was coming to know a somewhat masochistic girl and that she loved this and wanted more. Now this was cool but I still had that risk in the back of my head, flashing at me like a neon sign. To add to that was the fact that I suddenly realized that she wasn’t wearing a bra and so what did that tell me? I had a partial answer in that her nipples were now two hard points and that she was enjoying my tickling them. But again I had to remember that she was barely of age and that I was taking a big risk. I stop to give her another break and got the shock of my life.
“Take my top off and really tickle my breasts. This feels so good and I am getting so horny now.”
The word “Horny” exploded in my brain and I wanted to untie her right now. The student, teacher relationship had flown the coop and now the slave master relationship was coming home to roost. The look on her face was that of ecstasy and the grinding under me hadn’t stopped in the least. I have a fervid dilemma on my hands and was still wondering what to do. She was loving it, I was loving it, she was barely of age and I was taking a risk. There was no balance to the scales at all and they were in danger of toppling over altogether. I pushed her top up over her head and tested the waters, by tickling her bare breasts. This brought hysterical squeals of laughter and far more grinding. And so I added her pits into the equation.
“FUCK THIS IS HORRIBLE, THIS IS FUCKING HORRIBLE! I AM SO HORNY RIGHT NOW I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME AND FUCK ME HARD!”
My senses were suddenly blown to kingdom come and I felt as though I had created a monster. Yes it was definitely alive but at the same time hornier than hell to boot. She plain outright asked me to fuck her and not only that but to fuck her hard as well. The scale was definitely not balanced and I was close to toppling it over. I stopped playing with her nipples and got off the bed. I got a chair and placed it at the foot of the bed then sat down. Instantly she writhed her feet and said no, but I could tell that playful voice of hers was there and ignored her. I held her left foot still by the toes and began to unlace her sneaker. I could se her getting excited and I wondered if this was freaking her out or turning her on. Tossing the sneaker away I bent her toes back and scrabbled five fingers under them. Instantly her back arched again, she froze momentarily then fell on the bed and thrashed and cackled. Even through her footsock this small and soft size 6 foot was ticklish beyond my wildest dreams. I was in seventh heaven and she it seemed was in seventh hell. She tensed and jerked again, her head moving wildly around in search of my voice. She also arched her back, and strained at the bonds once more, trying to get away from me.
Then suddenly I stopped and let a deafening silence fill the room. She writhed at my whispering and her head turned toward where she thought I was. She jerked again when she felt my lips kiss hers and she kissed back.
"So kissable and tender you are Brooke; a treasure trove of kissable and ticklish delights. And how you want it so. Well I shall not deny you the tickling of your dreams, and who knows, I may even take it to the tickling of your nightmares."
I watched her squirm and imagined her thinking of my tickling her at length and at will. She jerked and squealed when my lips kissed her left nipple and then a hand reached out to fondle the right one. The fondling made her giggle softly and I somewhat knew that she knew what I had meant by her kissable and ticklish delights. Her entire body was all a tingle, with almost all of her nerve endings standing at attention, all alert and ready for the tickling to come.
I left her nipples and she jerked when she felt my lips kissing the deep recesses of her left armpit. She tried to bring her arms down and deny me this part of the kissable and ticklish treasure that I had called her, but the bonds denied her that luxury and defence. She jerked when I began to kiss her right armpit and jerked still again when I added a little nibbling as well. She squealed at feeling my nibbles in the deep recesses of her tender right hollow and wanted to protect her armpits even more now.
”Have we a problem Brooke? Do we want me to stop this sumptuous tasting of your armpits?”
I now single finger stroked the tender skin of her right armpit, going up and down and repeating the stroke over and over. I delighted in the silky, satiny smoothness that was her armpit and made sure that every micrometer of sensitive skin was stroked.
I loved watching her react to my touch and I made sure that I got the maximum reaction from each and every touch. I was delight that tickles were inciting wave after wave of guttural laughter and intense writhing. I loved the fact that she was under my total control, that I could turn her on and off at will. Every time I'd stop tickling her, the laughter would immediately but slowly subside along with the writhing. To not turn her off completely, I would apply light to firm random strokes in random places, keeping her on the edge and a high level of uncertainty. I stopped tickling again and let her rest. I watched as her writhing subsided, and her cackles returned to soft giggles. Knowing she was still on the edge and that any more tickling would keep her there, I knew that she was still out of control and knew that she was all mine. She became even more out of control when I sat at the end of the bed again As slowly as before I removed her right sneaker and tossed it aside.
“Your left sock looks so appealing Brooke, shall I?” I inserted a single finger into the heel portion of her sock and began to peel if off her heel. Her foot was instantly writhing once more and I could hear her breath quicken. I giggled at the fact that she was desperately trying not to say anything, as if she did her laughter would return.
The silence abruptly came to an end when I single finger tickled her arch with short strokes and this started her cackling again and she once more writhed intensely. I delighted in this no end and continued short stroking, only now I stroked sporadically, keeping her off guard and at an extremely heightened sensitivity. A few strokes on the heel, then the ball of the foot, Then I bent the toes back and stroked under them then the instep of the foot and finally the arch once more.
"Oooooh my god! Oooooh mygod! Ooooohmygod! AHAHAHAHAHAHaHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHA!"
I further delighted in this and then changed the order of my targets and way of stroking. This unexpected cornucopia of strokes and targets was driving her insane and her guttural cackles now were now constant.
"Ahhh. I see I have you in the most delicious way and that you’re craving for me to stop. Well I'm not about to stop anytime soon. After all, this isn't over yet and as long as there's tickles there’s tickles for you. "
She cackled even louder as she felt several lighting fast short strokes in the very centre of her arch and her foot writhed intensely. She bucked, arched her back and once again strained at her bonds.
“That’s it my sumptuous tickle treat, you just lay there and go crazy for me. Let the tickles turn you into one giant spasming, writhing nerve ending. I continued the fast and short strokes on her arch and delighted in the soft spasming skin and now moved the strokes upward to the soft pad under the toes and increased my speed. I could feel all of her remaining strength being put into her foot and I had to increase my grip to keep it still. She was almost at the end of her rope and she couldn’t even push out the words to beg me to stop, she was cackling so hard.
“You’re thoroughly fucking evil hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!”
“I thank you for the compliment and I must make sure that I deserve your praise. How about if I five finger, spider tickle your arch for awhile.”
She cackled wildly and rocked the bed with her struggles.
“That’s better, such lovely soft skin to tickle, such lovely soft sensitive tickly skin. Coochie coochie coo, my tender little Brooke.”
I could easily tell that my fingers on her foot were agony and her arch was getting hotter by the minute. I was stroking every micrometer of her skin to the max and knew she was feeling each stroke ten times over. My fingers traveled from heel to toes and back again, taking a few merciless moments to rake and rev them in her tender arch and I knew that she was still on the edge and congratulated myself for keeping her there for so long.
Then I suddenly stopped tickling and she once more took in air. I got off her left leg and straddled her right one and I could feel her tensing for my touch. She jerked when she felt several short strokes with a finger on her sock covered arch and the sock seem to greatly enhance the tickles. She arched her back, then fell back on the bad and thrashed and cackled. Her bum and head repeatedly slammed back into the mattress and she intensely writhed once more. I had a wildcat on my hands, and was loving every minute of it.
With one quick motion I inserted a finger inside her sock and whipped it off. She squealed and her foot writhed in my grip and I must confess I got a very warm and sensual feeling watching it try everything to get away from me.
"Now what was I going to do next? Oh yes..." Two fingers gripped her big toe and slowly bent it back. She fought hard to clench it, but my grip was firm and the toe was mine.
"This little piggy was trying to study for a chemistry mid term." I giggled evilly and sensually teasingly tweaked and twisted the toe and she went wild under me. Again I had to grip the foot even more tightly to keep it still and I watched as her toes clench so hard they were almost turning white.
"Are you planning to make my playing piggies on your other toes a challenge, hmmmmm?" I grasped the second toe and slowly wriggled it unclenched, and then once more I sensually and teasingly tweaked and twisted.
"This little piggy didn’t study and failed. Bad piggy"
She continued to go wild under me, bucking madly, and intense guttural giggling to cackling and begging for release.
"My. My, such a ticklish little toe. And I haven't even stroked it yet."
I could tell the word stroke shot through her like a bolt of lightning from a hot summer thunderstorm as went even wilder under me. I still tweaked and twisted the tormented tootsie.
"I've only just started playing the piggies and it can't be that bad can it?"
She was in ticklish abandon and she let me know it through her wild struggles, and more guttural laughter.
"Well then, if this is torture for you, perhaps I should stroke your foot, as that might not be so torturous."
Her intense, guttural giggling to cackling and now begging was now almost one as she continued to writhe.
This little piggy" I announced, grasping the middle toe and unclenching it like the others. "This little piggy had to stay after school and get tickled. And when it was tickled it went into ticklish abandon and had a ticklish conniption."
She was hysterical now and the bed was now rocking and I was delighting in every second of her tickle, delighting in the fact that she was out of control and that I still had total control of her. Her toes were unbelievably virginally soft and supple and I delighted with every touch. The soft skin was heavenly to feel and I spent a little extra time on each toe.
“This little piggy, this little fourth piggy, had to study even harder to pass the final term test.” I wriggled and teased it a little more than the other three.
"And this little piggy." I said with evil relish, slowly and torturously unclenching the baby toe followed by more sensually, teasingly tweaking and twisting. This little baby piggy is never going to pass if it doesn’t study and for staying clenched right to the end."
"NO GOD PLEASE DON'T!"
More intense guttural giggling to cackling and begging for release immediately followed her plea and I wriggled the baby toe again. I suddenly stopped playing piggies with her toes and could hear her laboured breath. I could definitely tell that she was on the edge and I wanted to keep there for as long as possible.
"I'll save the other five toes for another game of piggies later." I announced laughing softly
"No God please! No more toes!" She spoke, writhing her feet all over.
If she was this intense with only my fingers, what would she be like if I used my vibrator with it’s evil head. Returning to her left foot, I resumed my position and gripped her foot once more. Picking up a massage vibrator, I turned it on and its humming resonated throughout the room.
"Oh my god, what is that?" I could feel her back arch and the rest of her body follow suit.
"Oh just something no tickler should be without." I lowered the vibrator and stopped within millimetres of her toes; those toes now curling once more. I was about to take her feet to a new level of tickling and could sense that once the vibrator met with her toes, they would uncurl immediately. Touching her toes with the vibrator I was very pleased to confirm my suspicions, as they uncurled and splayed out in all directions. I moved the vibrator down her sole and rested it on the joints between her toes and foot and the resulting action had her again explode with jagged laughter and frantic movements on the bed and I delighted in this newfound reaction. Moving the vibrator down a bit I rested it on the pad below her joints and again felt her place all of her strength in her foot. I had to firm up my grip on the situation and moving the vibrator still further down, I entered her arch and slowly moved it across the ultra-sensitive skin. Her laughter was now tenor and I delighted in finding another hot spot.
I could also tell she was having difficulty breathing and so I stopped. But I just couldn’t resist brushing the vibe over her nipples and in doing so, she writhed and arched her back. I almost felt she was trying to press her nipples into the vibe. Lightly pressing it into her left armpit then the right I got virtually the same reaction.
“Time to get back to the books.” I said, turning off the vibe and taking off the blindfold. I began to untie her.
“No way, I like this chemistry better.
The Fervid Flamingo,
Inspired by BroOkayy,
Written by Ticklishscribe.
c. 2007
I was having an uncomfortable time tutoring Brooke in chemistry as she clearly had her mind on something else. I had the feeling that that something else was me but I couldn’t put my finger on it.
She was learning, but I kept seeing her glancing up from her chemistry textbook and looking in my direction. Her sweet smiles when saying hello and goodbye and her little kiss for me every time the session was over. Still another sign that was pointing in this direction was that she always wore somewhat revealing clothing, from skin-tight jeans and tops through to short skirts, sweatpants and sweatshirts.
Was it getting to me? Well yea. Brooke was very good looking and knew how to dress to accentuate her looks, but I was trying to keep this professional and educational. She had a chemistry mid-term and final to worry about, not any chemistry that she felt was between us and I had the feeling that she felt there was chemistry between us.
What was really getting to me was when I’d look in her direction and see her slowly wriggling one of her feet, her toes flexing and squirming with a sensual fervidness. One day there she was standing, one foot up in the air slightly behind her and slowly wriggling. I was very captivated by this flamingo like stance. I shouldn’t have let my guard down the first time she did it, as now she’d discovered a weak spot in me. But every session she’d at some point slowly and sensually wriggle her foot and toes and I would be drawn to her. I’d always try to look long enough to satisfy myself, but not long enough for her to see me looking. Sometimes I wasn’t so lucky, watching one leg tucked under her on that chair, it’s foot whispering wriggles and the other foot barely touching the floor with its toes, gently stroking the polished oak hardwood. When she did catch me, she would take her leg out from under her then stretch them both out and ballet her toes in my direction. The sheer sight of those creamy soft soles and plump little toes wasn’t keeping me on a professional level and I had to refocus myself every time.
Today gave me extra problems in that as I was watching her toes, she moved one leg and the cuff of her fleece pants brushed against her left sole and she suddenly jerked and giggled. That blew the chemical equation I was thinking about totally out of my mind and I definitely had to refocus. Again she caught me looking in the direction of her feet and again she stretched her soles out before me and danced her toes. Her left foot was twitching this time, still reacting from the fleece that had stroked its sole and that image wouldn’t leave my mind.
“Remember your chemical tables.” I told her, trying to refocus once more. But my mind kept getting distracted, by her creamy foot nuzzling my left right leg. She and her foot were driving me crazy.
“It’s so hard to remember chemistry.” She replied, still nuzzling me. But I could tell that she was remembering another kind of chemistry and this one didn’t need any tables either. My playful side of my mind was beginning to get the better of me.
It had been two weeks of twice a week tutoring sessions and all four times she was giving it to me with her feet and driving me nuts at the same time. Whether is was barefoot and flip flops or slipping her feet out of her sneakers and teasing me with her footsocks. Either way, she was getting to me and I knew there was going to be a breaking point sometime. Well that breaking point came when I saw her not studying but doodling in her notebook and when I asked her what she was drawing, she promptly closed that portion of her book and went back to studying, telling me it was nothing. I told her that drawing instead of studying chemistry was not nothing, especially when she wanted to at least get a passing grade.
About a half hour later she had to use my bathroom and it was then that I got a look at her drawing. To my surprise, I saw a picture of her tickling me. TICKLING ME. Where did she get an idea that she could tickle me? I quickly closed the book and went back to what I was doing. She returned and began studying again, but all the while she was looking in my direction and exhibiting her feet once more.
With the study over for the day she was packing up her stuff, when I leaned down beside her and quietly spoke that tickling me was out of the question, then laughed a little. As I turned away, she reached out and pinched my sides causing me to grunt and giggle. I pulled away then backed away, but she followed me and pinched my sides again. I could tell she was in a very playful mood and wasn’t going to take no for an answer. I turned and grabbed her and she squealed as my fingers made contact with her sides.
“See what it feels like. And this isn’t Chemistry.”
She began tickling me again and I had no choice but to tickle back. But tickling her while she was standing, was difficult and so I decided to show her was tickling really was. I picked her up and lay her over my left shoulder then carried her into my bedroom, where I tossed her on my bed then instantly straddled her. I began tickling her ribs, and she squealed with laughter then began laughing loudly. Not only that she began struggling like crazy. I had to do something.
I reached for my box of ropes, which I use to teach knot tying to sailing students and began tying her hands above her head with it. I could feel her legs violently moving under me and knew that I had to tie them as well. I quickly got off the bed and grabbed her left sneakered foot and stretched it out. Grabbing another rope I secured the ankle to the bottom left corner of the bed, then quickly did the same to the right.
My mind suddenly came to a halt and became clear in thought. I had a girl younger than me tied to my bed and even though she was barely of age, I still felt I could get into big trouble for it. But somehow I had the feeling that she didn’t mind being tied. I sat beside her and pushed her brown hair out of her eyes. I playfully pinched her left side.
“So you want to tickle do you? Well let’s see how you like to be tickled.” I straddled her again and playfully began pinching her ribs up and down her sides. The thin t-shirt she was wearing allowed me to fully feel those ribs and get the maximum of reaction out of her. I then reached out and began tickling her armpits and got even more reactions out of her. All the while she was saying "no, stop oh my god," but why was it that I didn’t believe her saying no and stop. The oh my god I could believe, but the other two I couldn’t. I continued tickling her pits, going from the deep recesses to the outer edges and back in again. They were both hotspots and I was thoroughly enjoying them no end.
All the while she arching her back in the worst way, violently and incoherently jerking along with the most loud and intense laughter I have ever heard. She was awesome and I was thanking God for her. I decided it was time to up the anti and so I slowly straddled her. I dig my fingers into her pits once more and suddenly felt her intensely grind under me. The laughter poured from her and was enjoying every scream as she gave me the ride of my life. I saw eyes that were clenched so tight you couldn’t pry them open with a crowbar. I felt a body that made a mechanical bull feel tame and heard a laugh that was music beyond my wildest dreams.
“I seem to have nirvana on my hands and I love it.” I continued to tickle her pits and added her ribs into the picture. This began to drive her wild and she was hot and grinding under me like a runaway cappuccino machine. I decided to take a giant step in tickling her and that was to tickle her nipples and breasts. This brought even more laughter from her and a screwed up look to her face. But she was now moaning a little as well and I knew I had hit a sensual hotspot. It was at this point that I remembered her nuzzling me and wanting to tickle me. That was enough to keep me going and played my fingers up and down the sides of her ribs.
She was in a constant state of hysterical laughter and writhing and so I figured it was time for a break. She looked up at me with those brown puppy-like eyes and continued grinding.
“My, my we are a hot and wanting it little girl aren’t we.” I decided to up things a little and reached for a blindfold. Her eyes widened as she saw it and I easily slipped it over her eyes.
“Pinch my nipples again, tickle them, make me hot.”
This request had me almost reeling and I again wondered how much trouble I could get into here. I could see how erect her nipples really were and that was weighing heavily on the scale for me. My senses were divided let alone hers. Shall I continue this enjoyable moment of pinching and tickling her nipples and breasts, taking a great risk in doing so. She did ask me to after all; she liked it the first time and wanted more. So who was I to deny her what she liked. I continued pinching and tickling while I was making up my mind and watched her reactions very carefully. At the first sign of her not liking it I would stop and untie her.
“OH MY GOD THIS IS HEAVENLY AND HORRIBLE! AHAHAHAHAHAHA”
How could this be heavenly and horrible at the same time; that would be like agony and ecstasy being the same thing. I was coming to know a somewhat masochistic girl and that she loved this and wanted more. Now this was cool but I still had that risk in the back of my head, flashing at me like a neon sign. To add to that was the fact that I suddenly realized that she wasn’t wearing a bra and so what did that tell me? I had a partial answer in that her nipples were now two hard points and that she was enjoying my tickling them. But again I had to remember that she was barely of age and that I was taking a big risk. I stop to give her another break and got the shock of my life.
“Take my top off and really tickle my breasts. This feels so good and I am getting so horny now.”
The word “Horny” exploded in my brain and I wanted to untie her right now. The student, teacher relationship had flown the coop and now the slave master relationship was coming home to roost. The look on her face was that of ecstasy and the grinding under me hadn’t stopped in the least. I have a fervid dilemma on my hands and was still wondering what to do. She was loving it, I was loving it, she was barely of age and I was taking a risk. There was no balance to the scales at all and they were in danger of toppling over altogether. I pushed her top up over her head and tested the waters, by tickling her bare breasts. This brought hysterical squeals of laughter and far more grinding. And so I added her pits into the equation.
“FUCK THIS IS HORRIBLE, THIS IS FUCKING HORRIBLE! I AM SO HORNY RIGHT NOW I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME AND FUCK ME HARD!”
My senses were suddenly blown to kingdom come and I felt as though I had created a monster. Yes it was definitely alive but at the same time hornier than hell to boot. She plain outright asked me to fuck her and not only that but to fuck her hard as well. The scale was definitely not balanced and I was close to toppling it over. I stopped playing with her nipples and got off the bed. I got a chair and placed it at the foot of the bed then sat down. Instantly she writhed her feet and said no, but I could tell that playful voice of hers was there and ignored her. I held her left foot still by the toes and began to unlace her sneaker. I could se her getting excited and I wondered if this was freaking her out or turning her on. Tossing the sneaker away I bent her toes back and scrabbled five fingers under them. Instantly her back arched again, she froze momentarily then fell on the bed and thrashed and cackled. Even through her footsock this small and soft size 6 foot was ticklish beyond my wildest dreams. I was in seventh heaven and she it seemed was in seventh hell. She tensed and jerked again, her head moving wildly around in search of my voice. She also arched her back, and strained at the bonds once more, trying to get away from me.
Then suddenly I stopped and let a deafening silence fill the room. She writhed at my whispering and her head turned toward where she thought I was. She jerked again when she felt my lips kiss hers and she kissed back.
"So kissable and tender you are Brooke; a treasure trove of kissable and ticklish delights. And how you want it so. Well I shall not deny you the tickling of your dreams, and who knows, I may even take it to the tickling of your nightmares."
I watched her squirm and imagined her thinking of my tickling her at length and at will. She jerked and squealed when my lips kissed her left nipple and then a hand reached out to fondle the right one. The fondling made her giggle softly and I somewhat knew that she knew what I had meant by her kissable and ticklish delights. Her entire body was all a tingle, with almost all of her nerve endings standing at attention, all alert and ready for the tickling to come.
I left her nipples and she jerked when she felt my lips kissing the deep recesses of her left armpit. She tried to bring her arms down and deny me this part of the kissable and ticklish treasure that I had called her, but the bonds denied her that luxury and defence. She jerked when I began to kiss her right armpit and jerked still again when I added a little nibbling as well. She squealed at feeling my nibbles in the deep recesses of her tender right hollow and wanted to protect her armpits even more now.
”Have we a problem Brooke? Do we want me to stop this sumptuous tasting of your armpits?”
I now single finger stroked the tender skin of her right armpit, going up and down and repeating the stroke over and over. I delighted in the silky, satiny smoothness that was her armpit and made sure that every micrometer of sensitive skin was stroked.
I loved watching her react to my touch and I made sure that I got the maximum reaction from each and every touch. I was delight that tickles were inciting wave after wave of guttural laughter and intense writhing. I loved the fact that she was under my total control, that I could turn her on and off at will. Every time I'd stop tickling her, the laughter would immediately but slowly subside along with the writhing. To not turn her off completely, I would apply light to firm random strokes in random places, keeping her on the edge and a high level of uncertainty. I stopped tickling again and let her rest. I watched as her writhing subsided, and her cackles returned to soft giggles. Knowing she was still on the edge and that any more tickling would keep her there, I knew that she was still out of control and knew that she was all mine. She became even more out of control when I sat at the end of the bed again As slowly as before I removed her right sneaker and tossed it aside.
“Your left sock looks so appealing Brooke, shall I?” I inserted a single finger into the heel portion of her sock and began to peel if off her heel. Her foot was instantly writhing once more and I could hear her breath quicken. I giggled at the fact that she was desperately trying not to say anything, as if she did her laughter would return.
The silence abruptly came to an end when I single finger tickled her arch with short strokes and this started her cackling again and she once more writhed intensely. I delighted in this no end and continued short stroking, only now I stroked sporadically, keeping her off guard and at an extremely heightened sensitivity. A few strokes on the heel, then the ball of the foot, Then I bent the toes back and stroked under them then the instep of the foot and finally the arch once more.
"Oooooh my god! Oooooh mygod! Ooooohmygod! AHAHAHAHAHAHaHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHA!"
I further delighted in this and then changed the order of my targets and way of stroking. This unexpected cornucopia of strokes and targets was driving her insane and her guttural cackles now were now constant.
"Ahhh. I see I have you in the most delicious way and that you’re craving for me to stop. Well I'm not about to stop anytime soon. After all, this isn't over yet and as long as there's tickles there’s tickles for you. "
She cackled even louder as she felt several lighting fast short strokes in the very centre of her arch and her foot writhed intensely. She bucked, arched her back and once again strained at her bonds.
“That’s it my sumptuous tickle treat, you just lay there and go crazy for me. Let the tickles turn you into one giant spasming, writhing nerve ending. I continued the fast and short strokes on her arch and delighted in the soft spasming skin and now moved the strokes upward to the soft pad under the toes and increased my speed. I could feel all of her remaining strength being put into her foot and I had to increase my grip to keep it still. She was almost at the end of her rope and she couldn’t even push out the words to beg me to stop, she was cackling so hard.
“You’re thoroughly fucking evil hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!”
“I thank you for the compliment and I must make sure that I deserve your praise. How about if I five finger, spider tickle your arch for awhile.”
She cackled wildly and rocked the bed with her struggles.
“That’s better, such lovely soft skin to tickle, such lovely soft sensitive tickly skin. Coochie coochie coo, my tender little Brooke.”
I could easily tell that my fingers on her foot were agony and her arch was getting hotter by the minute. I was stroking every micrometer of her skin to the max and knew she was feeling each stroke ten times over. My fingers traveled from heel to toes and back again, taking a few merciless moments to rake and rev them in her tender arch and I knew that she was still on the edge and congratulated myself for keeping her there for so long.
Then I suddenly stopped tickling and she once more took in air. I got off her left leg and straddled her right one and I could feel her tensing for my touch. She jerked when she felt several short strokes with a finger on her sock covered arch and the sock seem to greatly enhance the tickles. She arched her back, then fell back on the bad and thrashed and cackled. Her bum and head repeatedly slammed back into the mattress and she intensely writhed once more. I had a wildcat on my hands, and was loving every minute of it.
With one quick motion I inserted a finger inside her sock and whipped it off. She squealed and her foot writhed in my grip and I must confess I got a very warm and sensual feeling watching it try everything to get away from me.
"Now what was I going to do next? Oh yes..." Two fingers gripped her big toe and slowly bent it back. She fought hard to clench it, but my grip was firm and the toe was mine.
"This little piggy was trying to study for a chemistry mid term." I giggled evilly and sensually teasingly tweaked and twisted the toe and she went wild under me. Again I had to grip the foot even more tightly to keep it still and I watched as her toes clench so hard they were almost turning white.
"Are you planning to make my playing piggies on your other toes a challenge, hmmmmm?" I grasped the second toe and slowly wriggled it unclenched, and then once more I sensually and teasingly tweaked and twisted.
"This little piggy didn’t study and failed. Bad piggy"
She continued to go wild under me, bucking madly, and intense guttural giggling to cackling and begging for release.
"My. My, such a ticklish little toe. And I haven't even stroked it yet."
I could tell the word stroke shot through her like a bolt of lightning from a hot summer thunderstorm as went even wilder under me. I still tweaked and twisted the tormented tootsie.
"I've only just started playing the piggies and it can't be that bad can it?"
She was in ticklish abandon and she let me know it through her wild struggles, and more guttural laughter.
"Well then, if this is torture for you, perhaps I should stroke your foot, as that might not be so torturous."
Her intense, guttural giggling to cackling and now begging was now almost one as she continued to writhe.
This little piggy" I announced, grasping the middle toe and unclenching it like the others. "This little piggy had to stay after school and get tickled. And when it was tickled it went into ticklish abandon and had a ticklish conniption."
She was hysterical now and the bed was now rocking and I was delighting in every second of her tickle, delighting in the fact that she was out of control and that I still had total control of her. Her toes were unbelievably virginally soft and supple and I delighted with every touch. The soft skin was heavenly to feel and I spent a little extra time on each toe.
“This little piggy, this little fourth piggy, had to study even harder to pass the final term test.” I wriggled and teased it a little more than the other three.
"And this little piggy." I said with evil relish, slowly and torturously unclenching the baby toe followed by more sensually, teasingly tweaking and twisting. This little baby piggy is never going to pass if it doesn’t study and for staying clenched right to the end."
"NO GOD PLEASE DON'T!"
More intense guttural giggling to cackling and begging for release immediately followed her plea and I wriggled the baby toe again. I suddenly stopped playing piggies with her toes and could hear her laboured breath. I could definitely tell that she was on the edge and I wanted to keep there for as long as possible.
"I'll save the other five toes for another game of piggies later." I announced laughing softly
"No God please! No more toes!" She spoke, writhing her feet all over.
If she was this intense with only my fingers, what would she be like if I used my vibrator with it’s evil head. Returning to her left foot, I resumed my position and gripped her foot once more. Picking up a massage vibrator, I turned it on and its humming resonated throughout the room.
"Oh my god, what is that?" I could feel her back arch and the rest of her body follow suit.
"Oh just something no tickler should be without." I lowered the vibrator and stopped within millimetres of her toes; those toes now curling once more. I was about to take her feet to a new level of tickling and could sense that once the vibrator met with her toes, they would uncurl immediately. Touching her toes with the vibrator I was very pleased to confirm my suspicions, as they uncurled and splayed out in all directions. I moved the vibrator down her sole and rested it on the joints between her toes and foot and the resulting action had her again explode with jagged laughter and frantic movements on the bed and I delighted in this newfound reaction. Moving the vibrator down a bit I rested it on the pad below her joints and again felt her place all of her strength in her foot. I had to firm up my grip on the situation and moving the vibrator still further down, I entered her arch and slowly moved it across the ultra-sensitive skin. Her laughter was now tenor and I delighted in finding another hot spot.
I could also tell she was having difficulty breathing and so I stopped. But I just couldn’t resist brushing the vibe over her nipples and in doing so, she writhed and arched her back. I almost felt she was trying to press her nipples into the vibe. Lightly pressing it into her left armpit then the right I got virtually the same reaction.
“Time to get back to the books.” I said, turning off the vibe and taking off the blindfold. I began to untie her.
“No way, I like this chemistry better.
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