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Hi girls and guys,
here's a nice classic ff/f story coming.
Tickling-On-The-Road Part I (other parts follow).
Any comments?
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Tickling on the Road: Part One
by Kutyo
Tammi's toes wriggled. Danni lifted the nail polish brush. "Hold still,
Tammi. I can't do this if you keep moving around."
"Stop tickling, then!" Tammi said. "You know I hate it."
Danni pursed her lips. "I'm not tickling, I'm trying to put this nail
polish on so you won't look like a weirdo when we stop in the next town. I
wouldn't have to do it at all if *you* were any good at it."
"I can put my own toenail polish on, thank you."
"Yah, right. And your feet would look like a Rorschach done in passion
pink. Now hold still."
Tammi stretched out her bare foot again, and her sister continued dabbing
on the nail polish. She bit her lip hard to keep from giggling as the tiny
soft brush teased the tips of her toes. When Danni was finally done, Tammi
let out a long breath of relief.
Danni put the bottle of nail polish away and climbed into the driver seat.
"You'd save me a lot of trouble if you'd just wear shoes," she said.
"I never asked you to do it for me."
"I won't be seen with a girl whose toes look like hell."
Tammi slipped into the passenger's seat. "Whatever. You just have to be in
control of everything."
"Do not."
"Do so."
And they were off, back on the highway.
Danni and Tammi Arcadia were identical twin sisters. They were red-haired
and freckle-faced, tall, voluptuous, and well-toned from daily aerobics.
They had borrowed their friend Steve's van and were on their way up
Highway Five to visit their cousin Becky. Becky lived in the tiny town of
Decibug deep in the pine forests of Northern California.
Steve's van was a rolling home. It was old-style big, not new-style mini.
There was a small refrigerator, a thirteen-inch TV, and Steve has even
used his VISA Gold Card to get a new eighteen-inch satellite dish that
gave the van, on good days, all the channels cable had. And, of course,
there was a small but exceedingly comfortable bed in the back. Tammi had
snoozed much of the trip away on it.
Now they were only an hour and a half from the turnoff. Another hour down
a narrow but paved road, and they would be at Becky's.
Unfortunately, when Tammi wasn't sleeping, she was bored. Even the lush
green of the forests palled after a while, and she'd forgotten to bring a
book. "Well..." she muttered.
"Don't even start," Danni said. "Go back to sleep if you're gonna bitch."
"Fuck you. At least let me drive."
"We need to get there in one piece."
"Let me drive or I'll kill you."
"Now *that* scares me."
Tammi silently cursed herself. Danni knew her too well. She slumped back
into the bucket seat and watched the road.
They went by a gas station and a diner, and about a mile later, a hitchhiker.
"Stop! Stop!" Tammi yelled.
"Way ahead of you!" Danni crushed the brake to the floorboard and the van
fishtailed to a burning halt. Gears ground, and they backed up.
Tammi rolled her window down. "Hi. Need a ride?"
"Thank you!" said the hitcher.
Tammi scrambled around and slid open the side door. She offered her hand
to help the hitcher up.
The hitchhiker undid and pulled off a red bandanna, liberating a wavy
corona of deep chestnut hair that swirled around a dark-eyed, alabaster
face with dimpled cheeks. She wore khaki shorts, sturdy walking shoes, and
a short-sleeved safari shirt. She was shorter than the twins, with small
perky breasts, full thighs, and the beginnings of a sunburn. She arched
her back to pull the straps of her pack off her shoulders, and the twins'
eyes locked on her titties as they pressed against the shirt.
"Thank you!" she said again. "I was hoping I wasn't going to have to walk
all the way to Seattle."
Tammi smiled. Danni smiled from the driver's seat. "At your service," they
said simultaneously.
"Oh, you're twins. How cute! You look exactly alike!" The hitcher smiled
warmly, and the dimples deepened.
"My name's Tammi, and that's Danni." Tammi took her pack and put it on the bed.
"I'm Beth Cordova."
Tammi offered Beth the passenger seat but she shook her head. "No, no, you
had shotgun. I'll just take the floor, here." She plopped down between the
seats and tucked her pale legs under her.
Danni got them back on the road. She and her sister couldn't resist
glancing at their new passenger. Beth Cordova was cuter than hell, with a
bright expressive face and an endearing smile. "You're on your way to
Seattle?" Danni asked.
"Uh huh." A perky nod made her hair flow like quicksilver. "I'm going up
to see my family for Christmas."
"Hitchhiking's dangerous, you know," Danni said. "Don't you have a car?"
"Oh, no. I was gonna go up with a friend, but she canceled at the last
minute. Mom's expecting me, and I can't disappoint her. I'm safe with you
guys, aren't I?" She smiled, making four Arcadia nipples pop up hard and
pebbly. She was apparently unaware of the effect she had on them.
"Where're you guys headed?"
"Decibug, up by the Oregon border. Going to see a cousin of ours," said Tammi.
"Does she look like you, too?" Beth asked.
"A little, but not really," Danni said.
"You guys are so beautiful," said Beth. "I wish I had red hair and pretty
green eyes."
"You're very cute, Beth," Tammi said. Danni flashed her a surprised look.
Tammi normally was very shy. "Any girl would be happy to have your looks."
"You're sweet," Beth replied, briefly patting Tammi's knee. Tammi was in
shorts, and the touch of her soft hand on her bare skin almost made her
shiver.
"That's very nice nail polish, Tammi. It makes your toes look sexy."
"Thanks." Tammi wiggled her toes, imagining the feel Beth's tongue on
them, licking
"I did the painting, actually," Danni said.
"Are your toes painted, too?"
"No," Danni answered. "Tammi's the one who's into toes."
Beth hugged her knees against her chest. "I could *never* have someone
paint my toes like that. My feet are too ticklish."
A look filled with electric excitment went between the twins. "Oh, it's
not that bad," Danni said, perfectly casual. Tammi loved the way Danni
could instantly think up a line and go with it. "Tammi's ticklish too, and
she holds perfectly still."
"Sure," Tammi said, following the lead. "It's no big deal."
"Well, maybe you could," Beth said, "but I know I couldn't. My toes are
like the rest of me--too ticklish!"
"I bet if Tammi here were to paint your toes, you could hold still for it."
Tammi picked up the nail polish bottle and unscrewed the cap.
"Nope," said Beth. "I can't stand anyone touching my toes!"
"C'mon, Beth, gimme a foot." Tammi patted her lap.
Beth smiled innocently. "Well...but you don't know how ticklish I am."
"Just try. It'll give us something to do for the next couple of miles."
"I...well, okay. Just *don't* tickle!" Beth swung a leg up and nestled her
foot in Tammi's lap.
Tammi untied her shoe and gently pulled it off. She rolled the thick
cotton sock off, revealing a tiny white foot with nubbin toes. "You have
adorable toes, Beth."
"Thank you," she said, blushing. "I think they're big and ugly."
"Nonsense! They're cute. Cuter than Danni's. Now you just keep them still,
and we'll get them painted up for you." Tammi dipped the brush into the
bottle and moved it toward her foot.
"Ooo!" Beth groaned, biting her lip and flexing her leg.
"I haven't even touched you yet!" Tammi said, laughing.
"It's gonna tickle! I know it!" She tried to pull her foot down, but Tammi
grabbed her ankle.
"Just hold still," Tammi told her. Beth relented, but her toes wriggled
for a few seconds in anxiety. Tammi waited for them to stop, then lightly
dabbled the neatly-trimmed nail on her big toe.
Beth watched with big round eyes. Her toes quivered. "Caaareful," she said
tightly. "Don't touch anything but the nail, oh-okay?"
Tammi smiled. Danni's attention flew between the road and Beth's toes.
Tammi spread the pink polish over Beth's toenail, then carelessly let the
brushtip run over the tip of the toe. Beth's knee bucked, and she
shrieked. "Eee! Oh! You did that on purpose!"
"Did not." She dipped the brush again, and held it over the second toenail.
"No, that's enough."
"C'mon, you can't go around with just *one* painted nail. It's just a
brush, Beth. Nothing to be afraid of." She started on the second nail,
making sure the soft bristles swirled beyond the nail's edge to the pink
skin on either side and on the tip of the toe.
Beth's breath caught and she clasped her thigh with both hands, trying to
hold her foot still. She quickly realized that the more she wriggled her
toes, the more they moved against the brush, and the more ticklish things
got. As Tammi slowly--ever so slowly!--went from toe to toe, she clenched
her eyes shut and tried to think about something else. *Anything* else.
It was hopeless. The brush was too much. A string of tight giggles escaped
her lips, and she jerked her foot off Tammi's lap. Three of her five toes
were painted. "I'm sorry, Tammi! I just can't hold still. I *told* you I
was ticklish."
Tammi thought a moment. "You know, I think I've got something that'll help
you hold still. Just wait a sec." As she climbed over Beth, she met
Danni's eye. Being twins, they almost always knew what the other was
thinking. Danni immediately knew what she was doing, and nodded slightly.
Tammi went into the back of the van.
"I wonder what--" Beth started to say, watching her go.
"So Beth," Danni said, touching her shoulder, "are you from Seattle?"
Beth turned to look at Danni, rubbing her tingling toes. "Originally, but
my family moved to LA a little after I was born. I lived there my whole
life, until last year, when my boyfriend and I moved to Santa Cruz."
"Why didn't your boyfriend come with you?"
"He had to work. He's a computer programmer. He--oh!" Beth exclaimed when
Tammi grabbed one of her wrists and bent it around behind her back. "What
are you doing?"
"Helping you hold still, silly girl!" Tammi replied as she closed a pair
of stainless-steel handcuffs around her wrist with a heavy click. She
quickly caught hold of her other wrist, brought it around behind her back,
and closed the cuffs around it as well. Click!
Beth wriggled and pulled against the cuffs. "Now, wait a minute, what's
going on? Why'd you do that?" She wasn't angry, just confused. She looked
up at Tammi, who seemed quite self-satisfied. "Let me go, okay?"
Tammi shook her head.
"Please?"
"Nope. C'mon." Tammi turned her toward the back of the van by her
shoulders and pulled her toward the bed. Beth moved on her knees,
teetering.
"What are you going to do? Let me go, okay? I don't--"
Tammi pushed her gently onto the bed. Beth worked herself into a sitting
position, and watched as the redhead pulled a couple of scarves from an
overnight bag. She tied one around Beth's half-painted foot at the ankle.
Beth kicked. "Now, wait! Look, this isn't necessary! Why are you doing
this?!"
Tammi sat on her ankles and went about tying them to the corners of the
bed. Cuffed, there wasn't anything Beth could do to stop her. "Just relax,
'kay?" Tammi said soothingly. "Everything's gonna be fine. You said you
couldn't hold still, so I'm gonna help you learn to hold still." Tammi
paused in tying an ankle and looked at her. "Listen, I'll let you up if
you really want, but think about it. Wouldn't you love to have pretty
painted toes?"
"Well, yes, but--"
"Then the best thing would be to learn how to hold still so someone can
paint them. Right?"
Beth hesitated. She *loved* how beatiful and sexy Tammi's toes were, and
she had always hated her own. Everybody had said they were sexy, including
her boyfriend, but she had never believed it. She really thought some
polish like Tammi's would make them much nicer. But she was so ticklish...
"Let's just try it again, okay? I mean, just let me up and we can try
again--"
"Beth, the only way for you to learn how to stand painting is to go
through it and learn to deal with how it feels. You might even get to like
it."
"Like it? Oh, no, never! I'll never like being tickled. But..."
Tammi went back to tying her ankle. "But?"
"You toes are *so* pretty! I...I don't know--"
Tammi stood over her. Beth lay with her legs spread by her bound ankles,
her back arched because her arms were trapped under her. She squirmed and
found herself awkwardly trapped. "Just for a few minutes. I'll finish
doing what I started and then we'll see. 'Kay?"
"I...well, maybe...you'll stop after doing that one foot? You *swear*
you'll stop after that and let me up if I want?"
"Cross my heart and hope to die, and all the rest. Promise."
"Well--if you promise. Okay."
Tammi smiled and caught the bottle when Danni tossed it over her shoulder.
"Let's get started then." She sat down on the bed between Beth's feet and
considered the bare, bound foot that awaited her. Her nipples were hard
under her shirt, and she could feel warm moisture beginning to trickle
down into her panties. Looking up, she saw Danni's eyes in the rearview
mirror, saw her wink.
Tammi's back blocked Beth's view. She couldn't see exactly what Tammi was
doing, but she soon felt the gossamer touch of the brush on the very tip
of a toe, and jerked at the electric feelings it ignited. "Eeee! Hee hee!
Be c-careful, Tammi!"
Tammi *was* being careful. She carefully spiralled the brushtip around the
tip of her forth toe, then around the tiny ball, then in between that toe
and the pinky. All the tootsies wriggled, splayed wide, then clenched
together so hard the knuckles turned white. Beth spluttered, then giggled
hard. "T-Tammi! Hee hee hee heeeee! St-stop! Are you d-doing this on
p-purpose?!"
"Of course I am! I have to tickle you in order to teach you to stand
tickling. Silly." She twirled the brush up and down the line of wriggling
toes, going from the big toe to the pinky and back.
"St-stop! Hee hee hee hee eeeee! N-no more! Let me up! Hee hee hee hee
hee!" Beth threw her head side to side, her hair flying in a rich brown
swirl, eyes tightly shut. Her boobs strained against her hiking shirt.
"Tickle, tickle, tickle!" Tammi said, running the brush up and down her
instep. She left squiggly trails of passion pink all over Beth's toes and
sole, until the brush went dry, and she kept brushing the pink foot, up
and down, up and down. Beth burst into a nonstop stream of helpless
giggles interrupted by hiccups. The hiccups grew worse and the giggles
became desperate laughter when Tammi abandoned the brush and used her
fingernails to titillate the sole, following the delicate wrinkles in the
tender skin. A few seconds of fingernail tickling on one foot made her
shriek.
Moving to the other foot, Tammi untied her shoe, pulled it off, and peeled
the sock off. Still giggling, Beth felt the cool air on her newly-bared
foot, looked down, and struggled until she was sitting up. "N-no, no!
P-lease, stop! Don't tickle me anymore! Untie me!"
Tammi grinned at her, knelt at the end of the bed, and took her foot tight
in her hands. "Such cute footsies! And so tickly! Tickly feet!" She gave
each tootsie a hard, wet kiss. Her lips sealed around each one and sucked
hard while her tongue flicked over them. She kissed each one twice, went
to the other foot and did likewise, then returned to the first foot and
took almost five minutes to suck its toes again, adding a brief nibble to
each.
Beth tried to kick against the scarves, lost her balance, and fell back
down. Her eyes rolled as her tortured nerve-endings felt Tammi's tongue
and teeth tease them. "N-nooo! D-Danni, please, m-m-make her stop! She's
*kissing* my feet! Oh, no no no! Hee hee hee heee--eeeeeeeeee!"
"She's just trying to help you, Beth," Danni replied.
Tammi began tickling again, scrubbing the bottom of first one foot, then
the other, with the nails of both hands at the same time. she loved to
watch the tiny rows of tootsies contort and twist, rubbing against each
other like little frightened mice scurrying over one another to find
cover. After about ten minutes, she stretched her arms apart and tickled
both feet at once, driving a new round of breathless, heated laughter from
the bound hitchhiker.
"Ahhhh--hah hah hah ha ha ha ha ha ha! Hah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha--oh
G-God--ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ahahahahahahaaa! St-st-s-s-ha ha ha ha
ha ha ahahaheeeeeee!" Her feet wriggled in ticklish agony.
As she drove, Danni stole glanced in the rearview mirror. A few minutes of
Beth's helpless laughter was all it took to make Danni's clit swell so
that its tiny tender head poked out of its protective sheath and rubbed
against the front cotton panel of her panties. She adjusted herself in the
seat and reached down into her shorts with her right hand, extending her
forefinger to burrow through her curly pubic hair. She slid down into the
moistening folds of her sensitive pussy lips, into the soft flesh of the
opening of her love tunnel, and onto her clit. The tiny bud twitched under
her finger, and she sighed. She began to rub, and her lower body filled
with glowing warmth and the beginnings of an urge to pee.
After a few more miles, during which Tammi continued to torture their
passenger, Danni was at the edge of orgasm, holding herself there because
she didn't dare cum while she was driving or she'd probably wreck the van
and kill them all. Being forced to listen to the laughter without taking
part in the tickling was driving her crazy...
Finally, Danni couldn't stand it anymore. "Tammi! Let's switch, 'kay?"
"No way!" Tammi replied, playing pinchie-tag with Beth's pinky toe. She
pinched it, making Beth wriggle it away helplessly, then made another
pinching motion toward it without touching it. Beth tried to pull away
again, whimpering and giggling at the same time. "I'm having too much fun,
Sis!"
"C'mon. My turn."
"Nope! Beth's mine to play with."
Danni pulled over to the side of the highway and turned on the emergency
blinkers. Leaving the engine running, she climbed out of the driver's seat
and made her way back to the bed. "I *said,* my turn! I can't stand just
listening to this."
"That's your problem. Mine is trying to make her pee in the next ten
minutes." Tammi kept tickling the wildly flailing feet as she talked.
Danni pouted, irritated. "Well, I wanna make her pee, too! Be cool, Tammi."
Tammi smiled. "You just *hate* it when I don't do what you say, don't you?
You're such a bossy bitch."
Danni glared, but softened. "Look, let me tickle her for a while, til we
reach Williamsburg, then we can park and we can both tickle her."
"Capital idea, my girl!" Tammi said. She looked at Beth, whose eyes were
streaming tears down her flushed cheeks. "How's that sound to you, Beth?"
Beth shook her head, horrified. "No! No, please! Pleeeze! I beg you,
don't! Listen, just d-drop me off, okay? Or don't drop me off--just stop
tickling me! Oh, PLEEEZE, stop tickling!"
Tammi got into the driver's seat. Danni got up on the bed and straddled
Beth. The brown-eyed girl looked up at her, eyes pleading. Danni only
smiled.
here's a nice classic ff/f story coming.
Tickling-On-The-Road Part I (other parts follow).
Any comments?
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Tickling on the Road: Part One
by Kutyo
Tammi's toes wriggled. Danni lifted the nail polish brush. "Hold still,
Tammi. I can't do this if you keep moving around."
"Stop tickling, then!" Tammi said. "You know I hate it."
Danni pursed her lips. "I'm not tickling, I'm trying to put this nail
polish on so you won't look like a weirdo when we stop in the next town. I
wouldn't have to do it at all if *you* were any good at it."
"I can put my own toenail polish on, thank you."
"Yah, right. And your feet would look like a Rorschach done in passion
pink. Now hold still."
Tammi stretched out her bare foot again, and her sister continued dabbing
on the nail polish. She bit her lip hard to keep from giggling as the tiny
soft brush teased the tips of her toes. When Danni was finally done, Tammi
let out a long breath of relief.
Danni put the bottle of nail polish away and climbed into the driver seat.
"You'd save me a lot of trouble if you'd just wear shoes," she said.
"I never asked you to do it for me."
"I won't be seen with a girl whose toes look like hell."
Tammi slipped into the passenger's seat. "Whatever. You just have to be in
control of everything."
"Do not."
"Do so."
And they were off, back on the highway.
Danni and Tammi Arcadia were identical twin sisters. They were red-haired
and freckle-faced, tall, voluptuous, and well-toned from daily aerobics.
They had borrowed their friend Steve's van and were on their way up
Highway Five to visit their cousin Becky. Becky lived in the tiny town of
Decibug deep in the pine forests of Northern California.
Steve's van was a rolling home. It was old-style big, not new-style mini.
There was a small refrigerator, a thirteen-inch TV, and Steve has even
used his VISA Gold Card to get a new eighteen-inch satellite dish that
gave the van, on good days, all the channels cable had. And, of course,
there was a small but exceedingly comfortable bed in the back. Tammi had
snoozed much of the trip away on it.
Now they were only an hour and a half from the turnoff. Another hour down
a narrow but paved road, and they would be at Becky's.
Unfortunately, when Tammi wasn't sleeping, she was bored. Even the lush
green of the forests palled after a while, and she'd forgotten to bring a
book. "Well..." she muttered.
"Don't even start," Danni said. "Go back to sleep if you're gonna bitch."
"Fuck you. At least let me drive."
"We need to get there in one piece."
"Let me drive or I'll kill you."
"Now *that* scares me."
Tammi silently cursed herself. Danni knew her too well. She slumped back
into the bucket seat and watched the road.
They went by a gas station and a diner, and about a mile later, a hitchhiker.
"Stop! Stop!" Tammi yelled.
"Way ahead of you!" Danni crushed the brake to the floorboard and the van
fishtailed to a burning halt. Gears ground, and they backed up.
Tammi rolled her window down. "Hi. Need a ride?"
"Thank you!" said the hitcher.
Tammi scrambled around and slid open the side door. She offered her hand
to help the hitcher up.
The hitchhiker undid and pulled off a red bandanna, liberating a wavy
corona of deep chestnut hair that swirled around a dark-eyed, alabaster
face with dimpled cheeks. She wore khaki shorts, sturdy walking shoes, and
a short-sleeved safari shirt. She was shorter than the twins, with small
perky breasts, full thighs, and the beginnings of a sunburn. She arched
her back to pull the straps of her pack off her shoulders, and the twins'
eyes locked on her titties as they pressed against the shirt.
"Thank you!" she said again. "I was hoping I wasn't going to have to walk
all the way to Seattle."
Tammi smiled. Danni smiled from the driver's seat. "At your service," they
said simultaneously.
"Oh, you're twins. How cute! You look exactly alike!" The hitcher smiled
warmly, and the dimples deepened.
"My name's Tammi, and that's Danni." Tammi took her pack and put it on the bed.
"I'm Beth Cordova."
Tammi offered Beth the passenger seat but she shook her head. "No, no, you
had shotgun. I'll just take the floor, here." She plopped down between the
seats and tucked her pale legs under her.
Danni got them back on the road. She and her sister couldn't resist
glancing at their new passenger. Beth Cordova was cuter than hell, with a
bright expressive face and an endearing smile. "You're on your way to
Seattle?" Danni asked.
"Uh huh." A perky nod made her hair flow like quicksilver. "I'm going up
to see my family for Christmas."
"Hitchhiking's dangerous, you know," Danni said. "Don't you have a car?"
"Oh, no. I was gonna go up with a friend, but she canceled at the last
minute. Mom's expecting me, and I can't disappoint her. I'm safe with you
guys, aren't I?" She smiled, making four Arcadia nipples pop up hard and
pebbly. She was apparently unaware of the effect she had on them.
"Where're you guys headed?"
"Decibug, up by the Oregon border. Going to see a cousin of ours," said Tammi.
"Does she look like you, too?" Beth asked.
"A little, but not really," Danni said.
"You guys are so beautiful," said Beth. "I wish I had red hair and pretty
green eyes."
"You're very cute, Beth," Tammi said. Danni flashed her a surprised look.
Tammi normally was very shy. "Any girl would be happy to have your looks."
"You're sweet," Beth replied, briefly patting Tammi's knee. Tammi was in
shorts, and the touch of her soft hand on her bare skin almost made her
shiver.
"That's very nice nail polish, Tammi. It makes your toes look sexy."
"Thanks." Tammi wiggled her toes, imagining the feel Beth's tongue on
them, licking
"I did the painting, actually," Danni said.
"Are your toes painted, too?"
"No," Danni answered. "Tammi's the one who's into toes."
Beth hugged her knees against her chest. "I could *never* have someone
paint my toes like that. My feet are too ticklish."
A look filled with electric excitment went between the twins. "Oh, it's
not that bad," Danni said, perfectly casual. Tammi loved the way Danni
could instantly think up a line and go with it. "Tammi's ticklish too, and
she holds perfectly still."
"Sure," Tammi said, following the lead. "It's no big deal."
"Well, maybe you could," Beth said, "but I know I couldn't. My toes are
like the rest of me--too ticklish!"
"I bet if Tammi here were to paint your toes, you could hold still for it."
Tammi picked up the nail polish bottle and unscrewed the cap.
"Nope," said Beth. "I can't stand anyone touching my toes!"
"C'mon, Beth, gimme a foot." Tammi patted her lap.
Beth smiled innocently. "Well...but you don't know how ticklish I am."
"Just try. It'll give us something to do for the next couple of miles."
"I...well, okay. Just *don't* tickle!" Beth swung a leg up and nestled her
foot in Tammi's lap.
Tammi untied her shoe and gently pulled it off. She rolled the thick
cotton sock off, revealing a tiny white foot with nubbin toes. "You have
adorable toes, Beth."
"Thank you," she said, blushing. "I think they're big and ugly."
"Nonsense! They're cute. Cuter than Danni's. Now you just keep them still,
and we'll get them painted up for you." Tammi dipped the brush into the
bottle and moved it toward her foot.
"Ooo!" Beth groaned, biting her lip and flexing her leg.
"I haven't even touched you yet!" Tammi said, laughing.
"It's gonna tickle! I know it!" She tried to pull her foot down, but Tammi
grabbed her ankle.
"Just hold still," Tammi told her. Beth relented, but her toes wriggled
for a few seconds in anxiety. Tammi waited for them to stop, then lightly
dabbled the neatly-trimmed nail on her big toe.
Beth watched with big round eyes. Her toes quivered. "Caaareful," she said
tightly. "Don't touch anything but the nail, oh-okay?"
Tammi smiled. Danni's attention flew between the road and Beth's toes.
Tammi spread the pink polish over Beth's toenail, then carelessly let the
brushtip run over the tip of the toe. Beth's knee bucked, and she
shrieked. "Eee! Oh! You did that on purpose!"
"Did not." She dipped the brush again, and held it over the second toenail.
"No, that's enough."
"C'mon, you can't go around with just *one* painted nail. It's just a
brush, Beth. Nothing to be afraid of." She started on the second nail,
making sure the soft bristles swirled beyond the nail's edge to the pink
skin on either side and on the tip of the toe.
Beth's breath caught and she clasped her thigh with both hands, trying to
hold her foot still. She quickly realized that the more she wriggled her
toes, the more they moved against the brush, and the more ticklish things
got. As Tammi slowly--ever so slowly!--went from toe to toe, she clenched
her eyes shut and tried to think about something else. *Anything* else.
It was hopeless. The brush was too much. A string of tight giggles escaped
her lips, and she jerked her foot off Tammi's lap. Three of her five toes
were painted. "I'm sorry, Tammi! I just can't hold still. I *told* you I
was ticklish."
Tammi thought a moment. "You know, I think I've got something that'll help
you hold still. Just wait a sec." As she climbed over Beth, she met
Danni's eye. Being twins, they almost always knew what the other was
thinking. Danni immediately knew what she was doing, and nodded slightly.
Tammi went into the back of the van.
"I wonder what--" Beth started to say, watching her go.
"So Beth," Danni said, touching her shoulder, "are you from Seattle?"
Beth turned to look at Danni, rubbing her tingling toes. "Originally, but
my family moved to LA a little after I was born. I lived there my whole
life, until last year, when my boyfriend and I moved to Santa Cruz."
"Why didn't your boyfriend come with you?"
"He had to work. He's a computer programmer. He--oh!" Beth exclaimed when
Tammi grabbed one of her wrists and bent it around behind her back. "What
are you doing?"
"Helping you hold still, silly girl!" Tammi replied as she closed a pair
of stainless-steel handcuffs around her wrist with a heavy click. She
quickly caught hold of her other wrist, brought it around behind her back,
and closed the cuffs around it as well. Click!
Beth wriggled and pulled against the cuffs. "Now, wait a minute, what's
going on? Why'd you do that?" She wasn't angry, just confused. She looked
up at Tammi, who seemed quite self-satisfied. "Let me go, okay?"
Tammi shook her head.
"Please?"
"Nope. C'mon." Tammi turned her toward the back of the van by her
shoulders and pulled her toward the bed. Beth moved on her knees,
teetering.
"What are you going to do? Let me go, okay? I don't--"
Tammi pushed her gently onto the bed. Beth worked herself into a sitting
position, and watched as the redhead pulled a couple of scarves from an
overnight bag. She tied one around Beth's half-painted foot at the ankle.
Beth kicked. "Now, wait! Look, this isn't necessary! Why are you doing
this?!"
Tammi sat on her ankles and went about tying them to the corners of the
bed. Cuffed, there wasn't anything Beth could do to stop her. "Just relax,
'kay?" Tammi said soothingly. "Everything's gonna be fine. You said you
couldn't hold still, so I'm gonna help you learn to hold still." Tammi
paused in tying an ankle and looked at her. "Listen, I'll let you up if
you really want, but think about it. Wouldn't you love to have pretty
painted toes?"
"Well, yes, but--"
"Then the best thing would be to learn how to hold still so someone can
paint them. Right?"
Beth hesitated. She *loved* how beatiful and sexy Tammi's toes were, and
she had always hated her own. Everybody had said they were sexy, including
her boyfriend, but she had never believed it. She really thought some
polish like Tammi's would make them much nicer. But she was so ticklish...
"Let's just try it again, okay? I mean, just let me up and we can try
again--"
"Beth, the only way for you to learn how to stand painting is to go
through it and learn to deal with how it feels. You might even get to like
it."
"Like it? Oh, no, never! I'll never like being tickled. But..."
Tammi went back to tying her ankle. "But?"
"You toes are *so* pretty! I...I don't know--"
Tammi stood over her. Beth lay with her legs spread by her bound ankles,
her back arched because her arms were trapped under her. She squirmed and
found herself awkwardly trapped. "Just for a few minutes. I'll finish
doing what I started and then we'll see. 'Kay?"
"I...well, maybe...you'll stop after doing that one foot? You *swear*
you'll stop after that and let me up if I want?"
"Cross my heart and hope to die, and all the rest. Promise."
"Well--if you promise. Okay."
Tammi smiled and caught the bottle when Danni tossed it over her shoulder.
"Let's get started then." She sat down on the bed between Beth's feet and
considered the bare, bound foot that awaited her. Her nipples were hard
under her shirt, and she could feel warm moisture beginning to trickle
down into her panties. Looking up, she saw Danni's eyes in the rearview
mirror, saw her wink.
Tammi's back blocked Beth's view. She couldn't see exactly what Tammi was
doing, but she soon felt the gossamer touch of the brush on the very tip
of a toe, and jerked at the electric feelings it ignited. "Eeee! Hee hee!
Be c-careful, Tammi!"
Tammi *was* being careful. She carefully spiralled the brushtip around the
tip of her forth toe, then around the tiny ball, then in between that toe
and the pinky. All the tootsies wriggled, splayed wide, then clenched
together so hard the knuckles turned white. Beth spluttered, then giggled
hard. "T-Tammi! Hee hee hee heeeee! St-stop! Are you d-doing this on
p-purpose?!"
"Of course I am! I have to tickle you in order to teach you to stand
tickling. Silly." She twirled the brush up and down the line of wriggling
toes, going from the big toe to the pinky and back.
"St-stop! Hee hee hee hee eeeee! N-no more! Let me up! Hee hee hee hee
hee!" Beth threw her head side to side, her hair flying in a rich brown
swirl, eyes tightly shut. Her boobs strained against her hiking shirt.
"Tickle, tickle, tickle!" Tammi said, running the brush up and down her
instep. She left squiggly trails of passion pink all over Beth's toes and
sole, until the brush went dry, and she kept brushing the pink foot, up
and down, up and down. Beth burst into a nonstop stream of helpless
giggles interrupted by hiccups. The hiccups grew worse and the giggles
became desperate laughter when Tammi abandoned the brush and used her
fingernails to titillate the sole, following the delicate wrinkles in the
tender skin. A few seconds of fingernail tickling on one foot made her
shriek.
Moving to the other foot, Tammi untied her shoe, pulled it off, and peeled
the sock off. Still giggling, Beth felt the cool air on her newly-bared
foot, looked down, and struggled until she was sitting up. "N-no, no!
P-lease, stop! Don't tickle me anymore! Untie me!"
Tammi grinned at her, knelt at the end of the bed, and took her foot tight
in her hands. "Such cute footsies! And so tickly! Tickly feet!" She gave
each tootsie a hard, wet kiss. Her lips sealed around each one and sucked
hard while her tongue flicked over them. She kissed each one twice, went
to the other foot and did likewise, then returned to the first foot and
took almost five minutes to suck its toes again, adding a brief nibble to
each.
Beth tried to kick against the scarves, lost her balance, and fell back
down. Her eyes rolled as her tortured nerve-endings felt Tammi's tongue
and teeth tease them. "N-nooo! D-Danni, please, m-m-make her stop! She's
*kissing* my feet! Oh, no no no! Hee hee hee heee--eeeeeeeeee!"
"She's just trying to help you, Beth," Danni replied.
Tammi began tickling again, scrubbing the bottom of first one foot, then
the other, with the nails of both hands at the same time. she loved to
watch the tiny rows of tootsies contort and twist, rubbing against each
other like little frightened mice scurrying over one another to find
cover. After about ten minutes, she stretched her arms apart and tickled
both feet at once, driving a new round of breathless, heated laughter from
the bound hitchhiker.
"Ahhhh--hah hah hah ha ha ha ha ha ha! Hah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha--oh
G-God--ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ahahahahahahaaa! St-st-s-s-ha ha ha ha
ha ha ahahaheeeeeee!" Her feet wriggled in ticklish agony.
As she drove, Danni stole glanced in the rearview mirror. A few minutes of
Beth's helpless laughter was all it took to make Danni's clit swell so
that its tiny tender head poked out of its protective sheath and rubbed
against the front cotton panel of her panties. She adjusted herself in the
seat and reached down into her shorts with her right hand, extending her
forefinger to burrow through her curly pubic hair. She slid down into the
moistening folds of her sensitive pussy lips, into the soft flesh of the
opening of her love tunnel, and onto her clit. The tiny bud twitched under
her finger, and she sighed. She began to rub, and her lower body filled
with glowing warmth and the beginnings of an urge to pee.
After a few more miles, during which Tammi continued to torture their
passenger, Danni was at the edge of orgasm, holding herself there because
she didn't dare cum while she was driving or she'd probably wreck the van
and kill them all. Being forced to listen to the laughter without taking
part in the tickling was driving her crazy...
Finally, Danni couldn't stand it anymore. "Tammi! Let's switch, 'kay?"
"No way!" Tammi replied, playing pinchie-tag with Beth's pinky toe. She
pinched it, making Beth wriggle it away helplessly, then made another
pinching motion toward it without touching it. Beth tried to pull away
again, whimpering and giggling at the same time. "I'm having too much fun,
Sis!"
"C'mon. My turn."
"Nope! Beth's mine to play with."
Danni pulled over to the side of the highway and turned on the emergency
blinkers. Leaving the engine running, she climbed out of the driver's seat
and made her way back to the bed. "I *said,* my turn! I can't stand just
listening to this."
"That's your problem. Mine is trying to make her pee in the next ten
minutes." Tammi kept tickling the wildly flailing feet as she talked.
Danni pouted, irritated. "Well, I wanna make her pee, too! Be cool, Tammi."
Tammi smiled. "You just *hate* it when I don't do what you say, don't you?
You're such a bossy bitch."
Danni glared, but softened. "Look, let me tickle her for a while, til we
reach Williamsburg, then we can park and we can both tickle her."
"Capital idea, my girl!" Tammi said. She looked at Beth, whose eyes were
streaming tears down her flushed cheeks. "How's that sound to you, Beth?"
Beth shook her head, horrified. "No! No, please! Pleeeze! I beg you,
don't! Listen, just d-drop me off, okay? Or don't drop me off--just stop
tickling me! Oh, PLEEEZE, stop tickling!"
Tammi got into the driver's seat. Danni got up on the bed and straddled
Beth. The brown-eyed girl looked up at her, eyes pleading. Danni only
smiled.
