Kelli’s Evening fmfm/f
This contains nudity and sexual conduct…….in case that’s not what you were looking for. And, also, this is purely fiction.
It was springtime of Kelli and Lisa’s senior year of high school. Kelli was sleeping over at Lisa and her father’s house for the next week because her parents were out of town on a business trip, actually just a nice trip to Hawaii without their troublesome daughter. Being stuck under supervision was somewhat insulting for the newly turned 18 year old Kelli, but much better than her other option of being brought along on a business trip with her boring parents.
It was around 11:00 pm and Lisa was getting ready for bed.
“Lisa, it’s Friday night and you’re going to bed at eleven, what the fuck?”
The two had been out with a couple of girlfriends, cruising around, drinking, and smoking a bit for several hours, and Lisa was about passed out from the pot.
“I’m tired, back up,” yawned Lisa, as her eyelids closed against her will for the final time that night.
“This sucks, I’m leaving” Kelli said, basically to herself since her friend was now fully unconscious on her bed in all her clothes.
Kelli went into Lisa’s bathroom and changed her clothes. She would have to be dressed a bit more appropriately for the club she was planning on attending with her newly acquired fake ID. After changing she slipped on her coat and crept up the stairs and then down the long, carpeted hallway toward the front door.
She could hear Bret, Lisa’s father, in the room on the right, halfway between her and her exit to a wild night. She could hear other voices, apparently he had brought some young ladies home from the bar this evening.
She was almost to the door when Mark, Bret’s friend, interrupted her silent path. He was carrying a twelve pack in his right hand.
“Hi, you must be Kelli,” he said, much to loudly for her liking. The alcohol seemed to increase his volume of speaking.
The door to the den, where Bret and the girls’ voices were coming from, opened all the way, providing Mark a much better look at the young girl in the added light. He loved blonde women.
She had borrowed Lisa’s northern European looking wood bottomed shoes with the wide heels and the ankle fastener’s because the stilettos she’d brought would be hard to dance in. These made her slim ankles and nicely shaped calves look exquisite, the added four inches bringing her to an even 5’9”. Her long legs were covered to about six inches above the knee with a cute black pleated skirt with a built in chain linked belt. Her white shirt buttoned only three times in the middle, starting just high enough to reveal the tantalizing cleavage produced by her C cup breasts in the tight bra. The lowest of the buttons was about an inch above her belly button, revealing the bottom half of her smooth, tanned stomach
“Why don’t you join us for a drink, Kelli?” asked Bret.
Kelli started to stutter through an excuse, but Mark just steered her toward the opened door ten feet away with his free hand. She was stuck and came along, somewhat hesitantly. She didn’t know if she was in trouble or not; Bret was smiling, how mad could he be that she was trying to sneak out.
As she walked through the door and into the light, Kelli saw the source of the women’s voices. Two of the most beautiful, no sexiest, women Kelli had ever seen were sitting in the room, the red head in a fine leather chair and dark-skinned brunette on the outside of the plush, sectional couch. They made her feel like a high school student even though she as was as attractive as either one, although not in the same way. She was young, blonde, and California beach girl cute.
Bret offered her a drink and bade her sit down on the couch, which she reluctantly did. Both girls were eyeing her with suspicious glares. Bret introduced Kelli to Shey, the brunette, and Christy, the red head.
Shey was wearing tight black pants, with some silver shimmer to them. They split on the outside of her legs just below the knee. She loved these pants because they showed off her spider tattoo on the outside of her left calf. They also revealed her open toe, four-inch stilettos. She was wearing tight black tank top that outlined her perky B cups nicely. She had a pretty, straight figure without a lot of expanse at in the hip area. The six-inch gap left between her hip hugging pants and her short top showed of a belly ring and chain around her waist and a tattooed sun around her navel. She was a trim and muscular 5’4” woman, who worked as an aerobics instructor at a down town gym.
Christy was a bit more curvy, but just as lean. She also had a nice B cup, easily seen in the bra through the extra sheer, black, elbow length top she wore. On her back was tattooed large set of tribal wings across her shoulder blades. She more a loose fitting, knee length skirt and a pair of stiletto stripper heels, bringing her, with the five added inches, to 5’9”.
“You know Kelli,” Bret asked, “your parents told me you were to be home at curfew. Oh, and stay home after that too, I might add.”
Kelli looked up at him, pulling her eyes away from the strong rum and Coke Mark had given her. “I just forgot something in the car,” she lied.
“Pretty dressed up just to be going to the car,” Mark retorted.
But Bret put his hand up to silence his friend. “Don’t worry, I’m not mad,” he said soothingly.
Kelli took a big swig in relief. “Just want the truth,” Bret told her in a fatherly way that kind of embarrassed her in front of the her superior company. She looked down and finished her drink as she told him about her plans, leaving out the fake ID, of course.
“Well I don’t think your parents would approve……but I don’t really see any reason to tell them about this. What happened to Lisa?” he asked.
“She went to sleep,” Kelli said with some confidence returning to her voice now that her parents weren’t going to hear about her attempt.
Mark took her glass along with the other ladies asking if they wanted a refill. All three agreed, Kelli with a kind of cheerleader type hop, which got disapproving looks from the other two women.
Before Mark could return with her newly made drink, Bret said to Kelli, “But there is still question of punishment…….”
Kelli’s heart began to beat a bit faster and the worry quickly spread to her face.
“Don’t worry, I’m not going to spank you or anything,” he said with a laugh that was joined by Shey, Christy, and Mark, but only drew a red faced blush from Kelli.
“Lisa told me an interesting story the other day, though……..about a certain young man you dumped recently,” He said as he passed a meaningful glance at Mark.
Kelli’s heart jumped into her throat and her mouth went dry.
“Yea, she told me he got sent on his way just because of a tickle fight.”
“Uhhh, I don’t like to be tickled,” she replied nervously.
“Obviously. Why not?” Bret asked with a mischievous look on his face. Mark had an evil gleam in his eye as he looked down on her while delivering drinks to the two quietly waiting women, both of whom looked a bit confused by the obvious excitement building quickly in the room.
“It’s torture, I can’t stand it,” she said. “He sat on me and tickled my ribs for like a whole minute!”
Shey let out a very muffled chuckle, thinking “only a minute, what a sissy.” The chuckle did reach Kelli’s ears and she shot Shey an evil look.
Mark set Kelli’s drink on the coffee table about four feet away from her. She didn’t even have the chance to notice. Bret closed the two foot distance between the himself and the young girl in a single hop, wrapping his arms around her upper body and digging his ten finger in to her ribs. If she hadn’t been sitting so near the end of the couch, just past the end of the coffee table, she would have had two bruised shins. Her legs jumped two feet into the air when Mark got his finger into her ribs.
Mark quickly closed the door to further ensure that Lisa wouldn’t hear her friend’s tortured screams. And screams they were.
“NO!!! DON’T TICKLE ME!!!” she wailed between bouts of hysterical laughter.
The two girls watched the struggle with curiously excited looks on their faces.
Mark moved straight from the door to join melee; he quickly caught hold of her kicking legs, pulling them side ways over the large padded arm of the couch. At the same time Bret pulled her arms over her head, grasping them easily in a headlock type hold. This freed his right hand to roam freely over the girl’s vulnerable upper torso. Mark threw one leg over Kelli’s shins as he reclined back against the couch while sitting on the armrest. He reached down and released the clasps on her shoes, and dropped them to the floor. Normally this kind of move would have set off quite a fight, but Kelli was too wrapped up in ticklish sensation she didn’t realize what Mark had just done.
As Bret worked with finger deep into Kelli’s ribs and armpits, Mark had to shift to straddle Kelli’s shins to avoid her legs escaping. Once there, he began to rake his finger up her soft soles. Right, then left, right, then left again. No one would have believed it possible after seeing her initial reaction, but it seemed she was even more ticklish on the feet than on the upper body.
“NOOOOOOO!!! NOT HAHAAAAAGGGHH, MY FEEEEET TOOOOO!” was barely decipherable in the midst of the laughing and screaming.
Mark motioned with his head, seeing as though both his hands were completely occupied torturing Kelli’s creamy soft soles, for Shey to come and join him. She had been sitting on the edge of her seat with a look of pure ecstasy ever since Mark had joined the fun. Without hesitation, she moved to the end of the couch. Mark pulled Kelli’s toes back on both feet, looked at Shey, smiled, and nodded.
Shey’s long fingernails were more than Kelli could take. Her laughter went guttural and then silent. Her mind swam through the overwhelming sensations that swept through her body. Not even five minutes into the tickling, Kelli had lost control. Her body was twitching involuntarily in reaction to the tickling, but she had absolutely no knowledge of what her body was doing let alone control of it. Her mind was now drowning in the tickling sensation.
Christy began to walk over to the group, a sadistic smile on her face. She bent over next to the couch and began kissing Bret as she unbuttoned Kelli’s shirt. After the third button was released, she stopped the kiss (her panties were wet enough already) and released the front clasping bra to let out those 34 C’s.
Christy straddled the girl’s hip and help to pin Kelli’s arms down while her and Bret took off the shirt and bra Christy had loosened. Kelli didn’t even notice the shirt and bra, but the added pinning of her hips and waist just increased her feeling of helplessness. Christy dug her hands into Kelli’s hips and lower stomach, injecting even more new sensations to an already flooded mind.
As Christy continued to straddle and tickle the young victim, she turned to Mark and Shey and asked “are her thighs ticklish too?” in a deviously quiet manner.
Mark looked to Shey and said “why don’t you find out, I think I can cover it here.”
Shey moved around Mark and whispered something into his ear that made him smile widely. Shey’s hands moved deftly, probing and squeezing the tanned thighs. Mark took back to scratching Kelli’s soles and in between her toes. About one minute later, just over ten minutes all together, the laughter and movement stopped completely. Mercifully, Kelli had finally passed out.
* * *
Kelli’s opened her eyes and she sat up, at least she tried to sit. Her sore muscles pulled against the ropes binding her arms above her head, and the ropes pulling at her ankles and thighs. Her nude body was somewhat cold, as she was still damp with sweat from her previous encounter.
She was on the coffee table now, her wrists bound together and pulled over top of the table to her elbows. Her ankles were bound to the outside of the legs at the far end of the table about half way down to the floor. Being tied to such a long coffee table stretched her body almost completely out, leaving only a slight bend in her knees. Halfway up her thighs, she felt another set of ropes; these spread her legs a bit and tightly secured her to the table at that level.
As her consciousness increased, so did her panic, which is what actually gave her away. On her second attempt at sitting she gave a slight grunt as her exhausted stomach muscles tried to pull her up.
The four ticklers were involved in a bondage conversation of some sort, with the two men trying eagerly to convince the ladies of something they “had to try.” The conversation stopped immediately as their attention returned to their more interesting subject at hand.
Shey sat down on the table at Kelli’s mid torso region, crossing her sexy legs for the two guys allowing her such a good time this evening. She reached up and put her hand behind Kelli’s head and gave her a sip of her rum and coke. Kelli’s hoarse throat, now no longer parched as badly, allowed more audible syllables through. She began to beg her four tormentors to let her go, but Shey’s hand across her mouth stopped her ½ a word into the thought.
“Now just save that breathe, you’re going to need all you can get, little lady.” Shey told her in a deceitfully sympathetic voice.
Kelli shook her head in disbelief. She couldn’t understand why she deserved the first tickling, let alone more. And now she was completely restrained and helplessly vulnerable----AND NAKED. What kind of shit was this. Kelli thought the four son’s of bitches about to torture her the rest of the way into insanity were moving slow, but it was her head that was running 100 miles an hour in a desperate panic.
“We though we’d play a game,” Bret told her. “We each get you to ourselves for three minutes, with thirty second breaks in between. Each person is to tickle you into complete madness, to the best of their abilities that is. After each of us has given you a try, we’ll each pick our favorite tickle spot of yours and gang tickle you for another three minutes. After this you have to pick out which one of us is the best tickler, if you agree with our vote, you’re free and the punishment is over. If not, well, we go back to gang tickling you until you pass out again. Then, maybe we’ll let you go, or maybe we’ll play again.”
The calm way he presented the rules of the “game” disturbed Kelli badly. She began to cry. But the crying didn’t last long. Mark stepped up to the table immediately and dug his hands into those helpless ribs. He started out moving quickly but lightly, drawing quick giggles and loud, easily voiced objections. She was trying to be angry and yell at him to stop, but his tickling fingers moved deeper into the ticklish flesh, leaving her laughing hysterically without the breath for defiant words. He moved from her lower ribs to the ribs even with those beautiful, bouncing breasts and dug in deep. That deep gut laugh was the only sound in the room now, sometimes even fading into silent laughter.
With only a minute left, he jumped down to the hips. He squeezed and prodded much as Shey had done, but knew to focus special attention to her inner thighs near where they met her groin and butt cheeks. Once he found this he didn’t move. Her laughter had reached a new mania. Bret had to step in to put a pillow under her head as she has bouncing it on the wooden table, the banging breaking up the silent bouts of laughter between her gasps for air.
“Time” Bret called. “thirty seconds, who’s next?”
Christy stepped forth instantly and put her hand up. She was now visibly excited, barely containing herself from jumping up and down like a ninth grade cheerleader. Her fully erect nipples were pushing bumps into her form supporting, seamless bra. If anyone had seen her second set of lips right now, they would easily notice them throbbing and wet. Christy wasn’t exactly sure if it was the bondage, the tickling, or the domination of this young girl that was turning her on so much, and, honestly, she didn’t care. She new this was going to be all kinds of fun, and, with any luck, a little later, the four consenting adults would take part in some sexually explicit bondage, tickling, and domination.
Mark gave the young lady a kiss on the cheek and a drink of his Jack and Coke to re-wet her throat.
“Go,” Bret said. After a swift kiss to Bret’s cheek, Christy moved swiftly in.
She didn’t take the time for the ‘build up tickling’ she thought Mark had wasted the first whole minute on. She leaned on her elbow, bent at the waist (of course to show off her legs and ass) with her forearms resting against Kelli’s upper arms. This left her both hand free dig into armpits and upper ribs. Her finger went deep, stimulating ticklish nerves inches away and sending her young ticklee into instant hysterics.
This deep tickling seemed to be worked to perfection by the super attractive red head. She was as cruel a tickler as she was an eye-catching woman. She worked her way down the ribs methodically, trying every rib and between from the table to the center of the bare chest. She slowly worked her way around the table as she progressed down Kelli’s body. As her hands began digging deeply in the hips, she brought her mouth down over the quivering mid-section. She began blowing raspberries on the defenseless navel to add to the already overwhelming sensation she was just burying her young captive in.
“Time,” Bret called for a second time. “Sorry I really didn’t want to see that stop.” He was now sitting down to hide the bulge in his pants. He didn’t take long to compose himself and called it his ‘turn to play.’
Kelli was still gasping for air so Bret gave her an extra 15 seconds to get a drink before beginning. She did manage to get a small sip in, but the tickling was really taking a toll. She didn’t think she could talk now even if she tried.
Bret walked down toward Kelli’s feet, “I think I should start here, since everyone’s time is running out before her feet get tickled.” Kelli began to say no, when Bret finger came into contact with her feet. Her eyes pinched shut and she tried to suppress the laughter, but she only succeeded at that for about ½ a second. The instant those creeping hands touched her toes, she melted like butter. Her feet were two feet apart and hanging completely helpless. Bret worked his fingers in between Kelli’s toes on both feet and began vibrating a rubbing quickly. She was exhausted, but the bouncing and jarring motions the sensations running up her spine were causing could not be slowed.
Bret turned to the side of the table where he could still reach the right foot and began probing around the right thigh as well. Used a similar technique to what Mark had used to great precision to further torture Kelli.
He moved both of his hand next up to probe and prod the thighs and groin area. He was watching his victim squirm and pull against the ropes around her thighs, desperately trying to get his hands caught in between, when he noticed her pussy was quite as swollen as Christy’s was right about now.
“Hey, look at this. I think she actually enjoys this.” He told the three spectators.
“Time!” called Mark.
“Shit, that was just getting fun.”
Shey stepped up to the table and threw her leg over. She straddled her prey and slowly, seductively ran her hand down Kelli’s sweating and exhausted body. She traced over the breasts, which were heaving with her chest as she grasped for air. Shey bent down and licked Kelli’s nipple, which was almost painfully erect.
Shey turned around so she was straddling Kelli, but now looking at her lower half. The dark-skinned Brazilian knelt down on the table so as to push her but cheeks into the lower portion of those heaving breasts. Time was started, but Shey didn’t start. She reached her head down between Kelli’s legs and began to lick the insides of her thighs.
As she moved closer to Kelli’s swollen mound, Kelli began to moan. Shey has moving ever closer, and was now very lightly tickling the undersides of Kelli’s thigh with her long nail. All the torture had made her to ultra sensitive that the light scratching started her giggling madly. But that couldn’t replace all the moaning. Shey’s tongue was lightly toughing the lips, making absolute sure she didn’t touch the throbbing clit.
Shey began to increase the tickling slowly, moving those long cruel nails around the inner thighs and the butt as far as she could reach.
Christy was about to explode herself. She was very glad she was wearing pants as tight as Shey’s; they would surely be soaked by now.
Shey milked the tickling and sexual sensations to the breaking point right as time was called again. She stopped just seconds before Kelli would have had the most intense orgasm of her life.
“No, please,” she moaned at Shey, who just turned and kissed her forehead.
“How was that for tickle torture?” she asked Kelli so only she could hear.
“Well now Kelli, that was fun. I thought we’d give you the chance for a break. Who is the best tickler?” Bret asked.
Kelli was still at the breaking point, swaying her hips and trying to get some kind of stimulus to set her off.
“Kelli.” Bret said again. “Who is the best tickler?”
“Uhhh, I-I d-don’t-t know.” She sobbed.
“That won’t do.”
“Umm, y-y-you we-ere.” She managed.
“Well I think I speak for everyone when I say no way.” Everyone agreed. “Shey tortured you like no one else even thought. So, now rather than getting up, we’re going straight for the gang tickle you unconscious ending. I think I like that even better myself,” Bret said. He walked out of the room while Mark gave her a drink of water.
Bret returned within a minute carrying something behind his back
He and Mark blindfolded Kelli.
Kelli couldn’t see a thing and now the room was totally silent too. “Please don’t tickle me anymore,” she begged the seemingly empty room.
Someone scratched long fingernails up her left foot. She jumped.
Someone squeezed her ribs about breast level on both sides. She shrieked and laughed.
Someone put a finger between her toes on the right foot, then the left, then the right again.
Someone squeezed her thighs, then hips, while someone tickled her armpit on the left.
Kelli was confused and disoriented. She didn’t know when the next tickle was coming, but they were coming increasingly fast.
Soon she seemed to be being tickled everywhere at once, ribs, armpits, thighs, feet.
She couldn’t scream anymore; she was once again gone from her surroundings. Drowning in the sea of ticklish sensation that engulfed her body. She had no conscious control over her body, and not much left over her mind.
They tickled her for fifteen minutes before her laughter and movement began to die out finally. Shey called a halt to the tickling before Kelli could pass out.
“I have an idea,” Shey said.
Kelli’s mind was slowly returning to her, but she was beyond exhaustion. If her unconscious mind wasn’t telling her body to breathe she would have happily just suffocated right there. But the body won’t go that easy.
Another body straddled her just below the breast, but this body was mostly bare.
Christy had climbed atop Kelli, looking at her lower body. Shey was straddling the lower end of the coffee table, her legs over the edge underneath Kelli’s legs.
Tickling hit her from nowhere again, everywhere at once. The feeling of someone pinning her down again added to the defenseless feeling and sent her mind reeling.
Then another sensation appeared in the back of her mind, somewhere near the edge of consciousness. It was a warm, pleasant feeling amid the tickling turmoil in her mind. It was her lifeboat coming for her.
The two girls, Shey and Christy, were both tickling her inner thighs, but one Shey was only using on hand. She was holding a vibrator against the completely immobile lips of their victim. She was using the vibrator to spread the moisture Kelli was producing around her crotch, inner thighs and throbbing mound.
When she heard any kind of moaning, she would back the vibrator to the thighs, to tease more reaction out of Kelli.
The warm sensation Kelli was getting was slowly spreading throughout her body. The tickling didn’t seem to be quite the overpowering force that it once was.
The four ticklers were slowly easing off of the relentless tickling and starting to scratch and lightly probe her ticklish areas. As the vibration treatment progressed, they got longer and more intense. She wasn’t allowed to orgasm, but the sexual explosion seemed to grow to ever larger potential. This is Shey’s idea of a good time. How long can she be brought up and dropped back down before her body refuses to let the orgasm stop?
Ten minutes, fifteen minutes. Shey couldn’t believe she’d been able to hold Kelli’s orgasm off this long. The three ticklers were only lightly touching her now. Both feet, her inner thighs and pelvis, and her armpits were all being very lightly being tickled now. Bret was even rubbing over her ultra sensitive nipples for added effect.
Then it happened. Shey left the vibrator in the area for just ½ a second to long. The moisture became a slow stream and Shey knew it was over. Kelli had to orgasm now.
Christy took the vibrator Shey was using and pressed it firmly in to her swollen clit. She put her own mouth around it and the rest of Kelli’s soon to explode pussy and began licking and sucking to enhance the vibrators effect.
Kelli had never felt like this. The only thing she knew were the explosive orgasms she felt rip through her body. Mark and Shey were up licking erect nipples as Christy licked and suckled orgasm after orgasm out of their captive. Bret was licking her toes and tickling lightly the sole of her left foot.
All Kelli knew was pleasure. It overwhelmed her much as the tickling had when she had first lost consciousness. One final explosion and Kelli passed out.
* * *
Kelli woke up as Bret laid her in the spare bed in Lisa’s room. He kissed her on the forehead and said, “now you know what happens when you try to sneak out, and that was only the first offense.”
He went back to the den to take care of Christy, whose wet lips had left a noticeably large wet kiss on Kelli’s upper abdomen she had been straddling. Those four still had quite a night planned.
Kelli went to sleep almost immediately with thoughts that maybe she should get even with Lisa, or, maybe, she should try to sneak out again.
That was the first story I’ve written and would appreciate some input.
Also, I think it left open sequels if anyone is interested.
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This contains nudity and sexual conduct…….in case that’s not what you were looking for. And, also, this is purely fiction.
It was springtime of Kelli and Lisa’s senior year of high school. Kelli was sleeping over at Lisa and her father’s house for the next week because her parents were out of town on a business trip, actually just a nice trip to Hawaii without their troublesome daughter. Being stuck under supervision was somewhat insulting for the newly turned 18 year old Kelli, but much better than her other option of being brought along on a business trip with her boring parents.
It was around 11:00 pm and Lisa was getting ready for bed.
“Lisa, it’s Friday night and you’re going to bed at eleven, what the fuck?”
The two had been out with a couple of girlfriends, cruising around, drinking, and smoking a bit for several hours, and Lisa was about passed out from the pot.
“I’m tired, back up,” yawned Lisa, as her eyelids closed against her will for the final time that night.
“This sucks, I’m leaving” Kelli said, basically to herself since her friend was now fully unconscious on her bed in all her clothes.
Kelli went into Lisa’s bathroom and changed her clothes. She would have to be dressed a bit more appropriately for the club she was planning on attending with her newly acquired fake ID. After changing she slipped on her coat and crept up the stairs and then down the long, carpeted hallway toward the front door.
She could hear Bret, Lisa’s father, in the room on the right, halfway between her and her exit to a wild night. She could hear other voices, apparently he had brought some young ladies home from the bar this evening.
She was almost to the door when Mark, Bret’s friend, interrupted her silent path. He was carrying a twelve pack in his right hand.
“Hi, you must be Kelli,” he said, much to loudly for her liking. The alcohol seemed to increase his volume of speaking.
The door to the den, where Bret and the girls’ voices were coming from, opened all the way, providing Mark a much better look at the young girl in the added light. He loved blonde women.
She had borrowed Lisa’s northern European looking wood bottomed shoes with the wide heels and the ankle fastener’s because the stilettos she’d brought would be hard to dance in. These made her slim ankles and nicely shaped calves look exquisite, the added four inches bringing her to an even 5’9”. Her long legs were covered to about six inches above the knee with a cute black pleated skirt with a built in chain linked belt. Her white shirt buttoned only three times in the middle, starting just high enough to reveal the tantalizing cleavage produced by her C cup breasts in the tight bra. The lowest of the buttons was about an inch above her belly button, revealing the bottom half of her smooth, tanned stomach
“Why don’t you join us for a drink, Kelli?” asked Bret.
Kelli started to stutter through an excuse, but Mark just steered her toward the opened door ten feet away with his free hand. She was stuck and came along, somewhat hesitantly. She didn’t know if she was in trouble or not; Bret was smiling, how mad could he be that she was trying to sneak out.
As she walked through the door and into the light, Kelli saw the source of the women’s voices. Two of the most beautiful, no sexiest, women Kelli had ever seen were sitting in the room, the red head in a fine leather chair and dark-skinned brunette on the outside of the plush, sectional couch. They made her feel like a high school student even though she as was as attractive as either one, although not in the same way. She was young, blonde, and California beach girl cute.
Bret offered her a drink and bade her sit down on the couch, which she reluctantly did. Both girls were eyeing her with suspicious glares. Bret introduced Kelli to Shey, the brunette, and Christy, the red head.
Shey was wearing tight black pants, with some silver shimmer to them. They split on the outside of her legs just below the knee. She loved these pants because they showed off her spider tattoo on the outside of her left calf. They also revealed her open toe, four-inch stilettos. She was wearing tight black tank top that outlined her perky B cups nicely. She had a pretty, straight figure without a lot of expanse at in the hip area. The six-inch gap left between her hip hugging pants and her short top showed of a belly ring and chain around her waist and a tattooed sun around her navel. She was a trim and muscular 5’4” woman, who worked as an aerobics instructor at a down town gym.
Christy was a bit more curvy, but just as lean. She also had a nice B cup, easily seen in the bra through the extra sheer, black, elbow length top she wore. On her back was tattooed large set of tribal wings across her shoulder blades. She more a loose fitting, knee length skirt and a pair of stiletto stripper heels, bringing her, with the five added inches, to 5’9”.
“You know Kelli,” Bret asked, “your parents told me you were to be home at curfew. Oh, and stay home after that too, I might add.”
Kelli looked up at him, pulling her eyes away from the strong rum and Coke Mark had given her. “I just forgot something in the car,” she lied.
“Pretty dressed up just to be going to the car,” Mark retorted.
But Bret put his hand up to silence his friend. “Don’t worry, I’m not mad,” he said soothingly.
Kelli took a big swig in relief. “Just want the truth,” Bret told her in a fatherly way that kind of embarrassed her in front of the her superior company. She looked down and finished her drink as she told him about her plans, leaving out the fake ID, of course.
“Well I don’t think your parents would approve……but I don’t really see any reason to tell them about this. What happened to Lisa?” he asked.
“She went to sleep,” Kelli said with some confidence returning to her voice now that her parents weren’t going to hear about her attempt.
Mark took her glass along with the other ladies asking if they wanted a refill. All three agreed, Kelli with a kind of cheerleader type hop, which got disapproving looks from the other two women.
Before Mark could return with her newly made drink, Bret said to Kelli, “But there is still question of punishment…….”
Kelli’s heart began to beat a bit faster and the worry quickly spread to her face.
“Don’t worry, I’m not going to spank you or anything,” he said with a laugh that was joined by Shey, Christy, and Mark, but only drew a red faced blush from Kelli.
“Lisa told me an interesting story the other day, though……..about a certain young man you dumped recently,” He said as he passed a meaningful glance at Mark.
Kelli’s heart jumped into her throat and her mouth went dry.
“Yea, she told me he got sent on his way just because of a tickle fight.”
“Uhhh, I don’t like to be tickled,” she replied nervously.
“Obviously. Why not?” Bret asked with a mischievous look on his face. Mark had an evil gleam in his eye as he looked down on her while delivering drinks to the two quietly waiting women, both of whom looked a bit confused by the obvious excitement building quickly in the room.
“It’s torture, I can’t stand it,” she said. “He sat on me and tickled my ribs for like a whole minute!”
Shey let out a very muffled chuckle, thinking “only a minute, what a sissy.” The chuckle did reach Kelli’s ears and she shot Shey an evil look.
Mark set Kelli’s drink on the coffee table about four feet away from her. She didn’t even have the chance to notice. Bret closed the two foot distance between the himself and the young girl in a single hop, wrapping his arms around her upper body and digging his ten finger in to her ribs. If she hadn’t been sitting so near the end of the couch, just past the end of the coffee table, she would have had two bruised shins. Her legs jumped two feet into the air when Mark got his finger into her ribs.
Mark quickly closed the door to further ensure that Lisa wouldn’t hear her friend’s tortured screams. And screams they were.
“NO!!! DON’T TICKLE ME!!!” she wailed between bouts of hysterical laughter.
The two girls watched the struggle with curiously excited looks on their faces.
Mark moved straight from the door to join melee; he quickly caught hold of her kicking legs, pulling them side ways over the large padded arm of the couch. At the same time Bret pulled her arms over her head, grasping them easily in a headlock type hold. This freed his right hand to roam freely over the girl’s vulnerable upper torso. Mark threw one leg over Kelli’s shins as he reclined back against the couch while sitting on the armrest. He reached down and released the clasps on her shoes, and dropped them to the floor. Normally this kind of move would have set off quite a fight, but Kelli was too wrapped up in ticklish sensation she didn’t realize what Mark had just done.
As Bret worked with finger deep into Kelli’s ribs and armpits, Mark had to shift to straddle Kelli’s shins to avoid her legs escaping. Once there, he began to rake his finger up her soft soles. Right, then left, right, then left again. No one would have believed it possible after seeing her initial reaction, but it seemed she was even more ticklish on the feet than on the upper body.
“NOOOOOOO!!! NOT HAHAAAAAGGGHH, MY FEEEEET TOOOOO!” was barely decipherable in the midst of the laughing and screaming.
Mark motioned with his head, seeing as though both his hands were completely occupied torturing Kelli’s creamy soft soles, for Shey to come and join him. She had been sitting on the edge of her seat with a look of pure ecstasy ever since Mark had joined the fun. Without hesitation, she moved to the end of the couch. Mark pulled Kelli’s toes back on both feet, looked at Shey, smiled, and nodded.
Shey’s long fingernails were more than Kelli could take. Her laughter went guttural and then silent. Her mind swam through the overwhelming sensations that swept through her body. Not even five minutes into the tickling, Kelli had lost control. Her body was twitching involuntarily in reaction to the tickling, but she had absolutely no knowledge of what her body was doing let alone control of it. Her mind was now drowning in the tickling sensation.
Christy began to walk over to the group, a sadistic smile on her face. She bent over next to the couch and began kissing Bret as she unbuttoned Kelli’s shirt. After the third button was released, she stopped the kiss (her panties were wet enough already) and released the front clasping bra to let out those 34 C’s.
Christy straddled the girl’s hip and help to pin Kelli’s arms down while her and Bret took off the shirt and bra Christy had loosened. Kelli didn’t even notice the shirt and bra, but the added pinning of her hips and waist just increased her feeling of helplessness. Christy dug her hands into Kelli’s hips and lower stomach, injecting even more new sensations to an already flooded mind.
As Christy continued to straddle and tickle the young victim, she turned to Mark and Shey and asked “are her thighs ticklish too?” in a deviously quiet manner.
Mark looked to Shey and said “why don’t you find out, I think I can cover it here.”
Shey moved around Mark and whispered something into his ear that made him smile widely. Shey’s hands moved deftly, probing and squeezing the tanned thighs. Mark took back to scratching Kelli’s soles and in between her toes. About one minute later, just over ten minutes all together, the laughter and movement stopped completely. Mercifully, Kelli had finally passed out.
* * *
Kelli’s opened her eyes and she sat up, at least she tried to sit. Her sore muscles pulled against the ropes binding her arms above her head, and the ropes pulling at her ankles and thighs. Her nude body was somewhat cold, as she was still damp with sweat from her previous encounter.
She was on the coffee table now, her wrists bound together and pulled over top of the table to her elbows. Her ankles were bound to the outside of the legs at the far end of the table about half way down to the floor. Being tied to such a long coffee table stretched her body almost completely out, leaving only a slight bend in her knees. Halfway up her thighs, she felt another set of ropes; these spread her legs a bit and tightly secured her to the table at that level.
As her consciousness increased, so did her panic, which is what actually gave her away. On her second attempt at sitting she gave a slight grunt as her exhausted stomach muscles tried to pull her up.
The four ticklers were involved in a bondage conversation of some sort, with the two men trying eagerly to convince the ladies of something they “had to try.” The conversation stopped immediately as their attention returned to their more interesting subject at hand.
Shey sat down on the table at Kelli’s mid torso region, crossing her sexy legs for the two guys allowing her such a good time this evening. She reached up and put her hand behind Kelli’s head and gave her a sip of her rum and coke. Kelli’s hoarse throat, now no longer parched as badly, allowed more audible syllables through. She began to beg her four tormentors to let her go, but Shey’s hand across her mouth stopped her ½ a word into the thought.
“Now just save that breathe, you’re going to need all you can get, little lady.” Shey told her in a deceitfully sympathetic voice.
Kelli shook her head in disbelief. She couldn’t understand why she deserved the first tickling, let alone more. And now she was completely restrained and helplessly vulnerable----AND NAKED. What kind of shit was this. Kelli thought the four son’s of bitches about to torture her the rest of the way into insanity were moving slow, but it was her head that was running 100 miles an hour in a desperate panic.
“We though we’d play a game,” Bret told her. “We each get you to ourselves for three minutes, with thirty second breaks in between. Each person is to tickle you into complete madness, to the best of their abilities that is. After each of us has given you a try, we’ll each pick our favorite tickle spot of yours and gang tickle you for another three minutes. After this you have to pick out which one of us is the best tickler, if you agree with our vote, you’re free and the punishment is over. If not, well, we go back to gang tickling you until you pass out again. Then, maybe we’ll let you go, or maybe we’ll play again.”
The calm way he presented the rules of the “game” disturbed Kelli badly. She began to cry. But the crying didn’t last long. Mark stepped up to the table immediately and dug his hands into those helpless ribs. He started out moving quickly but lightly, drawing quick giggles and loud, easily voiced objections. She was trying to be angry and yell at him to stop, but his tickling fingers moved deeper into the ticklish flesh, leaving her laughing hysterically without the breath for defiant words. He moved from her lower ribs to the ribs even with those beautiful, bouncing breasts and dug in deep. That deep gut laugh was the only sound in the room now, sometimes even fading into silent laughter.
With only a minute left, he jumped down to the hips. He squeezed and prodded much as Shey had done, but knew to focus special attention to her inner thighs near where they met her groin and butt cheeks. Once he found this he didn’t move. Her laughter had reached a new mania. Bret had to step in to put a pillow under her head as she has bouncing it on the wooden table, the banging breaking up the silent bouts of laughter between her gasps for air.
“Time” Bret called. “thirty seconds, who’s next?”
Christy stepped forth instantly and put her hand up. She was now visibly excited, barely containing herself from jumping up and down like a ninth grade cheerleader. Her fully erect nipples were pushing bumps into her form supporting, seamless bra. If anyone had seen her second set of lips right now, they would easily notice them throbbing and wet. Christy wasn’t exactly sure if it was the bondage, the tickling, or the domination of this young girl that was turning her on so much, and, honestly, she didn’t care. She new this was going to be all kinds of fun, and, with any luck, a little later, the four consenting adults would take part in some sexually explicit bondage, tickling, and domination.
Mark gave the young lady a kiss on the cheek and a drink of his Jack and Coke to re-wet her throat.
“Go,” Bret said. After a swift kiss to Bret’s cheek, Christy moved swiftly in.
She didn’t take the time for the ‘build up tickling’ she thought Mark had wasted the first whole minute on. She leaned on her elbow, bent at the waist (of course to show off her legs and ass) with her forearms resting against Kelli’s upper arms. This left her both hand free dig into armpits and upper ribs. Her finger went deep, stimulating ticklish nerves inches away and sending her young ticklee into instant hysterics.
This deep tickling seemed to be worked to perfection by the super attractive red head. She was as cruel a tickler as she was an eye-catching woman. She worked her way down the ribs methodically, trying every rib and between from the table to the center of the bare chest. She slowly worked her way around the table as she progressed down Kelli’s body. As her hands began digging deeply in the hips, she brought her mouth down over the quivering mid-section. She began blowing raspberries on the defenseless navel to add to the already overwhelming sensation she was just burying her young captive in.
“Time,” Bret called for a second time. “Sorry I really didn’t want to see that stop.” He was now sitting down to hide the bulge in his pants. He didn’t take long to compose himself and called it his ‘turn to play.’
Kelli was still gasping for air so Bret gave her an extra 15 seconds to get a drink before beginning. She did manage to get a small sip in, but the tickling was really taking a toll. She didn’t think she could talk now even if she tried.
Bret walked down toward Kelli’s feet, “I think I should start here, since everyone’s time is running out before her feet get tickled.” Kelli began to say no, when Bret finger came into contact with her feet. Her eyes pinched shut and she tried to suppress the laughter, but she only succeeded at that for about ½ a second. The instant those creeping hands touched her toes, she melted like butter. Her feet were two feet apart and hanging completely helpless. Bret worked his fingers in between Kelli’s toes on both feet and began vibrating a rubbing quickly. She was exhausted, but the bouncing and jarring motions the sensations running up her spine were causing could not be slowed.
Bret turned to the side of the table where he could still reach the right foot and began probing around the right thigh as well. Used a similar technique to what Mark had used to great precision to further torture Kelli.
He moved both of his hand next up to probe and prod the thighs and groin area. He was watching his victim squirm and pull against the ropes around her thighs, desperately trying to get his hands caught in between, when he noticed her pussy was quite as swollen as Christy’s was right about now.
“Hey, look at this. I think she actually enjoys this.” He told the three spectators.
“Time!” called Mark.
“Shit, that was just getting fun.”
Shey stepped up to the table and threw her leg over. She straddled her prey and slowly, seductively ran her hand down Kelli’s sweating and exhausted body. She traced over the breasts, which were heaving with her chest as she grasped for air. Shey bent down and licked Kelli’s nipple, which was almost painfully erect.
Shey turned around so she was straddling Kelli, but now looking at her lower half. The dark-skinned Brazilian knelt down on the table so as to push her but cheeks into the lower portion of those heaving breasts. Time was started, but Shey didn’t start. She reached her head down between Kelli’s legs and began to lick the insides of her thighs.
As she moved closer to Kelli’s swollen mound, Kelli began to moan. Shey has moving ever closer, and was now very lightly tickling the undersides of Kelli’s thigh with her long nail. All the torture had made her to ultra sensitive that the light scratching started her giggling madly. But that couldn’t replace all the moaning. Shey’s tongue was lightly toughing the lips, making absolute sure she didn’t touch the throbbing clit.
Shey began to increase the tickling slowly, moving those long cruel nails around the inner thighs and the butt as far as she could reach.
Christy was about to explode herself. She was very glad she was wearing pants as tight as Shey’s; they would surely be soaked by now.
Shey milked the tickling and sexual sensations to the breaking point right as time was called again. She stopped just seconds before Kelli would have had the most intense orgasm of her life.
“No, please,” she moaned at Shey, who just turned and kissed her forehead.
“How was that for tickle torture?” she asked Kelli so only she could hear.
“Well now Kelli, that was fun. I thought we’d give you the chance for a break. Who is the best tickler?” Bret asked.
Kelli was still at the breaking point, swaying her hips and trying to get some kind of stimulus to set her off.
“Kelli.” Bret said again. “Who is the best tickler?”
“Uhhh, I-I d-don’t-t know.” She sobbed.
“That won’t do.”
“Umm, y-y-you we-ere.” She managed.
“Well I think I speak for everyone when I say no way.” Everyone agreed. “Shey tortured you like no one else even thought. So, now rather than getting up, we’re going straight for the gang tickle you unconscious ending. I think I like that even better myself,” Bret said. He walked out of the room while Mark gave her a drink of water.
Bret returned within a minute carrying something behind his back
He and Mark blindfolded Kelli.
Kelli couldn’t see a thing and now the room was totally silent too. “Please don’t tickle me anymore,” she begged the seemingly empty room.
Someone scratched long fingernails up her left foot. She jumped.
Someone squeezed her ribs about breast level on both sides. She shrieked and laughed.
Someone put a finger between her toes on the right foot, then the left, then the right again.
Someone squeezed her thighs, then hips, while someone tickled her armpit on the left.
Kelli was confused and disoriented. She didn’t know when the next tickle was coming, but they were coming increasingly fast.
Soon she seemed to be being tickled everywhere at once, ribs, armpits, thighs, feet.
She couldn’t scream anymore; she was once again gone from her surroundings. Drowning in the sea of ticklish sensation that engulfed her body. She had no conscious control over her body, and not much left over her mind.
They tickled her for fifteen minutes before her laughter and movement began to die out finally. Shey called a halt to the tickling before Kelli could pass out.
“I have an idea,” Shey said.
Kelli’s mind was slowly returning to her, but she was beyond exhaustion. If her unconscious mind wasn’t telling her body to breathe she would have happily just suffocated right there. But the body won’t go that easy.
Another body straddled her just below the breast, but this body was mostly bare.
Christy had climbed atop Kelli, looking at her lower body. Shey was straddling the lower end of the coffee table, her legs over the edge underneath Kelli’s legs.
Tickling hit her from nowhere again, everywhere at once. The feeling of someone pinning her down again added to the defenseless feeling and sent her mind reeling.
Then another sensation appeared in the back of her mind, somewhere near the edge of consciousness. It was a warm, pleasant feeling amid the tickling turmoil in her mind. It was her lifeboat coming for her.
The two girls, Shey and Christy, were both tickling her inner thighs, but one Shey was only using on hand. She was holding a vibrator against the completely immobile lips of their victim. She was using the vibrator to spread the moisture Kelli was producing around her crotch, inner thighs and throbbing mound.
When she heard any kind of moaning, she would back the vibrator to the thighs, to tease more reaction out of Kelli.
The warm sensation Kelli was getting was slowly spreading throughout her body. The tickling didn’t seem to be quite the overpowering force that it once was.
The four ticklers were slowly easing off of the relentless tickling and starting to scratch and lightly probe her ticklish areas. As the vibration treatment progressed, they got longer and more intense. She wasn’t allowed to orgasm, but the sexual explosion seemed to grow to ever larger potential. This is Shey’s idea of a good time. How long can she be brought up and dropped back down before her body refuses to let the orgasm stop?
Ten minutes, fifteen minutes. Shey couldn’t believe she’d been able to hold Kelli’s orgasm off this long. The three ticklers were only lightly touching her now. Both feet, her inner thighs and pelvis, and her armpits were all being very lightly being tickled now. Bret was even rubbing over her ultra sensitive nipples for added effect.
Then it happened. Shey left the vibrator in the area for just ½ a second to long. The moisture became a slow stream and Shey knew it was over. Kelli had to orgasm now.
Christy took the vibrator Shey was using and pressed it firmly in to her swollen clit. She put her own mouth around it and the rest of Kelli’s soon to explode pussy and began licking and sucking to enhance the vibrators effect.
Kelli had never felt like this. The only thing she knew were the explosive orgasms she felt rip through her body. Mark and Shey were up licking erect nipples as Christy licked and suckled orgasm after orgasm out of their captive. Bret was licking her toes and tickling lightly the sole of her left foot.
All Kelli knew was pleasure. It overwhelmed her much as the tickling had when she had first lost consciousness. One final explosion and Kelli passed out.
* * *
Kelli woke up as Bret laid her in the spare bed in Lisa’s room. He kissed her on the forehead and said, “now you know what happens when you try to sneak out, and that was only the first offense.”
He went back to the den to take care of Christy, whose wet lips had left a noticeably large wet kiss on Kelli’s upper abdomen she had been straddling. Those four still had quite a night planned.
Kelli went to sleep almost immediately with thoughts that maybe she should get even with Lisa, or, maybe, she should try to sneak out again.
That was the first story I’ve written and would appreciate some input.
Also, I think it left open sequels if anyone is interested.
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