To everyone new to my stories: Just want to let everyone know the events of this story took place after "Leslie's ticklish armpits" part 1 and 2. I recommend reading those 2 stories first in order to fully understand and enjoy the sequence of events that happen in this one.
To everyone not so new to my stories: My previous story "Leslie's ticklish armpits" seemed to be well loved by many tickle lovers and especially armpit lovers. With that being said, many people requested a little bit of a side story about Leslie. I hope everyone enjoys this one!
Leslie, and the Party (An armpit tickling/ fetish story)
The crowd erupted in loud cheer as the volleyball landed on the other side of the net, the opposing side failing to return the spike delivered by Leslie. It was the final game of their volleyball tournament, and her team had managed to win the entire thing. Damian was in the crowd, proudly watching his girlfriend happily cheer together with her team members. It had already been a couple months since Damian and Leslie started dating. A couple months since their drinking party where their entire love story blossomed.
“Nice kill, Leslie!” stated the Patricia.
Patricia was the charismatic captain of the girls’ volleyball team. Their success had a lot to do with her leadership. Afterall, even if talented people came together, they wouldn’t necessarily do well as a team. With her strong guidance and high IQ plays during the game, their team took the crown for this season.
Damian looked over the team from a distance. They all wore blue short shorts and sleeveless athletic jerseys. As usual though, Leslie wore her long sleeved athletic top underneath her sleeveless jersey successfully hiding the beautiful skin of her arms. Of course, Damian knew the reason, but he kept quiet as this was a secret Leslie would like to keep (See Leslie’s Ticklish Armpits Part 1 for more details). It was a shame though. As a person who loved the sight of female armpits, Damian never failed to look under a girl’s arm whenever the skin was exposed. With that being said, he was able to clearly see all the different variety of underarms that each member displayed. There were skinny armpits, and chubby armpits. Some were just right, some had chicken skin. Some had fair skin, others had a little bit of discoloration. Some had many lines along the mounds while others hardly had any marks at all. Either way though, none of their many pits could ever compare to Leslie’s. His eyes shifted over to the sweat marks on the sleeves near the arm hole of Leslie’s jersey. Damian knew that she easily sweated even with minimal movement, and this was something he loved about her.
Suddenly, Leslie’s eyes suddenly darted upwards to look for Damian as if she sensed where his focus was. Even in the crowd she found him easily. Despite being popular due to her beauty, she was a great girlfriend. Loving him and accepting him with her heart she was also his biggest fan. Being as timid as he was, she saw him as a hidden gem that no one had found yet. She smiled at him. Her face glistened with sweat, yet she still looked so pretty. It was enough to make Damian’s heart skip a beat. Everyone continued cheering for a bit, and then eventually the players all went into their respective locker rooms and the crowd eventually cleared up.
As the girls were changing, Patricia sang great praise for Leslie and her game winning spike. As she did, all the girls continued to praise their lead spiker. Then she made a small motivational speech to emphasize that they all won as a team and that every single one of them was important. It was this endearing personality that gave Patricia a bond with all the members. As they changed, she watched Leslie take off her sweaty clothing to reveal a sports bra underneath. As she raised her arms to remove the tie on her ponytail, Patricia couldn’t help but notice the succulent, utterly perfect shape of Leslie’s hollows. She wondered why Leslie always avoided wearing their sleeveless jerseys alone, and came to the conclusion that she just wasn’t confident enough to do it. Being as caring as she was, she wished she could raise Leslie’s self-esteem. Right as she thought of that, her phone vibrated, and what she read gave her an idea.
“Girls, it looks like the boys’ basketball team also won their tournament! Their captain suggested that we all celebrate together!” announced Patricia.
Being as commanding as she was, it was easy for her to convince all the members. Leslie however wasn’t rally interested. She honestly didn’t really like going to parties the way she used to. Since she and Damian lived in the same dorm room, she often just wanted to be with him just spending her days relaxing and cuddling with him. Especially since it was mixer, she wanted to be a good girl and was trying to not make too much contact with other guys. This was of her own volition of course. She was a high-class woman in comparison to most of the girls in the Volleyball team who changed their boyfriends as quickly as they changed their outfits. As she was about decline however, Patricia got closer to her and whispered excitedly in her ear.
“We have to go in matching outfits Leslie!” she exclaimed.
Patricia saw Leslie’s reluctance but she interjected again before Leslie could say anything.
“I’m your best friend! You wouldn’t let me go alone, would you?” said the captain. She gave Leslie’s hand a squeeze and looked her in the eyes.
“Just this once, as a celebration. We won the tournament! We should have some bonding time as a team!” pleaded Patricia.
Leslie thought for a moment, and felt too guilty to say no. With much reluctance she agreed.
After everyone finished changing, Leslie went outside and found Damian waiting for her on a bench. She gave him a hug as he congratulated her on the win.
“You were amazing out there, babe!” said Damian.
Although she had heard it a lot, she was more thrilled hearing it from Damian. They took their time walking home and talking along the way. As they edged closer to their dorm, Leslie explained to Damian her situation about the party. Upon hearing about it, Damian did feel a little unsure about it. He wasn’t an athlete so it was obvious he couldn’t come. All those jocks were surely in better shape than him as well… maybe better looking too. Leslie was a beautiful girl; he was sure they would make some moves on her. Despite thinking all this, he held himself back. Leslie was a perfect girlfriend. She always treated him well and had never done anything to betray his trust. He didn’t want his own insecurities to become a shackle for her. “I should just have faith.” Damian thought. With that, he gave his permission and then they reached their home.
Later on that night, Leslie changed into an outfit that Damian liked much more. It was one of the shirts that Leslie allowed him to cut the sleeves off on. It used to be a loose-fitting green crop top, but now had gigantic arm holes due to Damian’s handiwork. Leslie claimed that it was comfy to sleep in, so she used it every night. For her bottoms, she wore a pair of booty shorts that showed off her shapely bottom. After changing, she laid on the bed bringing her shapely arms up. Her athletic but curvy figure was quite a sight to be seen.
“Ahh I feel so free after being so constricted all day!” said Leslie.
As she relaxed, Damian eyed her shapely figure. Her arms were slim but were a bit more large at the upper arms and shoulders. When giving it a slight pinch with your fingers, it had a very soft, squishy feel to it. Her crop top revealed plenty of her stomach too. The soft contours of her abs showed too. They weren’t too defined, but you could definitely tell it was there. Next, she had wide hips. She said that hip structure was genetic, but it really accentuated her muscular thighs and butt. She did plenty of squatting as a volleyball player, so it was understandable. Her shapely legs, like her underarms, didn’t have a single hair.
After appreciating the rest of her body, Damian finally laid his eyes on her wide spread armpits. Her top showed that area well. The opening of her shirt went all the way down to even reveal the top part of her sides after all. Concentrating a bit more on her hollows, he counted the lines on each side using his eyes. Once he finished, he moved on to inspect downwards towards the curve leading into her shapely breasts again so nicely revealed due to his precise cutting skills. Staring at all the areas he loved to touch and tickle. Moving on, he focused on the outskirts of her armpits, near her lats. It was this area that made her armpit surface area so wide despite her having a fairly slim figure. He loved her wide armpits though; it created more room for him to tickle. Lastly, he just took an overall look in her hollows. Completely hairless, with no sign of hair ever having grown on them. His staring caught Leslie’s attention.
The young athlete looked at her boyfriend, who’s eyes were filled with lust. She smiled knowing that he loved seeing her like this. It worked well for her because she was comfortable like this. There was something about having her arms up that relaxed her so. As she looked at Damian, she could tell that he was so focused that he didn’t even notice that she was looking at her. Whenever he was this fixated on something, she knew it could only be her vulnerable ticklish pits. Why she revealed her most utterly ticklish spot to him so easily was a mystery even to her. It had been a couple months already, and Damian never missed a chance to give her armpits a nice probing whenever she raised her arms. Sometimes she wouldn’t even know her armpits were exposed until she felt a finger worming its way into the hollow area, tracing meaty creases of her armpits that he loved to count so much. It took her a while to figure out what he was doing because the ticklish sensation was often too much for her to handle, but since he always seemed to find that spot under her arms, she figured it out. She didn’t mind though, she found it sweet that he knew every detail on her body, especially her armpits.
It was an undeniable fact that Leslie also did learn to enjoy all of Damian’s ticklish exploits on her armpits. At first, she would writhe and squirm upon contact, but after being tickled so hard, she always had a rush of endorphins in which his very touch just made her happy… even if it was on an area where she felt so vulnerable.
Damian got closer to Leslie, inching his face towards her open pits. She hadn’t taken a shower yet after sweating so much, but he didn’t mind. He quite liked her scent this way. It was a bit of a stronger kind of smell, but it felt so natural. A kind of sweet, musky odor that reeked of pheromones.
Leslie flinched a little as his face got closer to under her arm. She felt his breath, and it tickled her slightly. Despite keeping her arms up, she felt so exposed and vulnerable during the times he got this close. Then without warning, Damian gave her a juicy kiss at the curve of her armpit. Leslie hunched her shoulders, and gave a little ticklish giggle. She couldn’t see what he was doing due to his head, but she could feel everything. His face being so close to her chest made it feel very intimate. Next, he pulled on the arm hole of her shirt to expose a little more of the side of her breast and gave the newly exposed flesh a long tender kiss as well. Leslie gave a stronger laugh, while letting a bit of a moan escape her mouth. The spot where her breast met her armpit was a peculiar area. His kiss felt sensual, yet ticklish. Overall, it was a unique feeling.
The 2 love birds continued their little “Dance” until they fell asleep. What they did before they fell asleep might not be something to watch by children, but it won’t be described in detail. Afterall, this isn’t that type of story. What they did shall be left to the reader’s imagination…. For now.
The next day came, and Leslie met up with Patricia at the local mall.
“Over here Leslie!” yelled Patricia as she saw her best friend arrive at their meeting spot.
The 2 friends briefly hugged, and then got going to choose the matching outfits they would wear to the party. Little did Leslie know, that Patricia had ulterior motives. It was a positive motive of course, but ulterior nonetheless.
After a long time of shopping, the girls began to feel fatigued from all the walking. The young captain however felt so dissatisfied with all the sleeveless clothing they went through. She felt that none of them accentuated her best friend’s perfect underarms well enough. It was then she realized what the problem was. Not only did Leslie have wide lats, but she also had perky medium sized breasts. That made it so her armpit area was significantly wider than a normal girl’s despite her fit physique. That meant when the arm holes were too small, it didn’t really do her any justice. It was then that Patricia happened upon the perfect top. It was a navy-blue cropped string halter. It fit well, and the strings were adjustable. You could make it so the strap was long. The halter shape curved inwards toward the neck, and got wider at the bottom. On top it did the same on the back too so at the lowest setting, the arm holes ended up showing plenty of skin. Furthermore, it fit tightly. As Leslie tried it on, it was amazing how the top hugged her body to show her shapely figure. The arm holes were big enough to show the meaty portion of her sideboob, and since her arms were down, you could easily see the nice succulent folds of her armpits. Leslie hadn’t even raised her arms yet, and Patricia knew it would accentuate the entirety of her armpit perfectly. Just to be sure though, she had to see Leslie put her arms up.
“Your hair is too long; can you move it out of the way?” Patricia told Leslie.
Not knowing her friend’s true intentions, Leslie did as she was told. She raised her arms, and Patricia watched as the fleshy folds of her pits spread apart and revealed the masterpiece that were her armpits. Patricia’s jaw almost hit the floor with how much the outfit made her eyes gravitate towards the smooth hollows under Leslie’s arms.
“Girl, it’s perfect. You look absolutely gorg!” exclaimed Patricia.
With that, they had found their matching outfits successfully, and went their separate ways.
When she got home, Leslie showed Damian the top, and he instantly became horny when he saw Leslie in it. He hugged her tightly.
“Babe, you look absolutely stunning, and sexy!” declared Damian.
Leslie smiled and said “Well thank you, baby.” As she returned his hug.
When she did this, Damian couldn’t resist worming his fingers into her well exposed hollows from behind her. He squeezed his fingers together roughly and repeatedly as he was feeling a bit of “Cuddle aggression” with how much the site of Leslie turned him on.
He had to admit, Patrcia had great taste.
Leslie squirmed and laughed hard while trapped in Damian’s tickle hug.
“Damian, that tickles so much! Be gentle!” exclaimed Leslie as a wave of sweet laughter escaped from her mouth as his fingers continued to dig deep.
Then Damian noticed that Leslie would be going to that party without him. She would be so vulnerable and exposed to those male athletes. He felt protective.
“I think it’s a bit too sexy… maybe you shouldn’t wear it there without me.” Said Damian.
Leslie gently pulled away to look Damian in his eyes. She could tell he was feeling a bit worried for her, and that made her happy and warm inside.
“Don’t worry baby, nothing will go wrong. Your fetish is pretty rare you know, not everyone pays as much attention to this area on me as much as you.” Said Leslie as she raised her arms a little and gave her own armpit a little stroke.
It was a small gesture, but somehow the sight calmed him. He gave a sigh.
“Besides, I told Patricia that we would match. She’ll be upset if I flake out after we already bought our clothes.” She said.
Leslie gave Damian a small kiss on the lips and reassured him.
“Don’t worry baby, everything will be fine. I’ll video call you when I get there. Patricia is gonna live stream the party on her Instagram too so you can watch us if you want!”
Reluctantly, Damian agreed.
“Okay, okay I trust you. Just be careful, okay?” he said.
Leslie smiled and gave Damian a hug. Shortly after, she left to go to the party. Little did she know the events that would transpire later that day would betray each and every one of their expectations.
When Leslie Called Damian on video, she still looked stunning. She just arrived at the party wearing that super armpit revealing halter top that apparently her and Patricia picked out together... except apparently Patricia didn't wear hers.
“Hey why didn’t you wear yours?!” said Leslie to Patricia, clearly upset.
“Well… When I tried it on, I felt like I would look bad in it compared to you. I’m just not as sexy.” lied Patricia.
In truth, she just wanted all eyes on Leslie. She was determined to boost her self-esteem.
Damian was feeling pretty upset too. He noticed as Leslie held the camera to show herself, he could catch a small glimpse of her smooth underarm. Damian pondered the possibility of it being exploited at the party, but dismissed the possibility as his fetish was fairly rare as Leslie said earler. All of a sudden, some guy had come up from behind Leslie and said
"Hey, no phones allowed!"
As he said this, he raised a singular finger and Damian watched as it disappeared into the slightly exposed hollow of Leslie's armpit. Instinctively, she brought her arm down and twisted away. She managed to prevent any laughter though as she knew Damian's fetish and didn’t want to cause him any jealousy. With that, she looked at Damian who understandably had a worried look on his face.
"Don't worry, I'll be fine." Reassured Leslie. "You should watch us on the live camera that Patricia will be using to stream the party."
Afterwards they said their goodbyes and ended the call in a hurry.
"Hey.. no hiding your armpits today okay?" Said Patricia.
This was an odd statement, but Leslie brushed it off, not knowing the ticklish skin under her arms were already being targeted. With that, all the games required the participants to raise their arms frequently. Patricia had no idea however, that she was gonna make quite a ticklish discovery.
As he watched the live, Damian did actually notice that all the games showed off Leslie's armpits a lot. Things like Beer pong, where Leslie extended her shapely arms with every toss. Giving it a good stretch before bringing her arm down again. Or the game where the longest one to hang on horizontal bar, where Leslie had to leave her arms straight up with her feet dangling giving everyone in sight an eye full of her shapely, well exposed armpits for as long as she could hold on, etc. Every now and then though, there was always one guy or another that would poke Leslie's exposed armpits whenever he got the chance. It would always cause her to jump, but again she made sure not to laugh. In fact, what caused her to lose the horizontal bar game were a couple pokes in her defenseless armpits.
*It didn't take long for Patricia to notice Leslie's armpits were extremely ticklish,. Like… EXTREMELY ticklish. She also noticed all the guys seemed to start paying particular attention to them... despite her best efforts to hide the vulnerable skin. Without skipping a beat, the original armpit lover Damian also noticed this. As someone who had always been attracted to the sensitive area, he knew that look in their eyes. He denied it though thinking "It’s all just a coincidence." It was all he could do to keep the jealousy welling up inside him at bay, after all. He didn't want to be the type of boyfriend that would isolate Leslie due to his own selfish feelings.
Patricia on the other hand, wanted to use this to her advantage. She wanted to get her best friend drunk tonight. With that, she announced their next game. A 1 vs 1 between Leslie and Patricia.
It was a simple game. They would split a deck of cards in half and would take turns putting cards down. Every time an spade of any kind would come up, both of them would have to put their hands on their head, and the first one to remove their hands would be the loser and have to take a shot.
The game began. Intensely focusing, both girls put cards down one by one until... the first spade came up! Quickly, both girls put their hands on their heads and the guys surrounded them suddenly. They all took turns poking at the girls' armpits, but Patricia was hardly ticklish. Leslie on the other hand, was the opposite, and nearly fell off her chair in surprise. She still refused to laugh, knowing Damian was watching. She put her arms down and lost, thus taking a shot. This continued to happen throughout the game, and Leslie seemed to have no way of winning. She couldn't help clamping down her arms every time someone's finger wandered into any part of her exposed hollows. Eventually Leslie was getting pretty drunk. She took 13 shots and lost the game! The loser punishment was to ensue. The Punishment was, the loser had to be held down while everyone was allowed to do anything to them for 13 minutes. Of course, nothing sexual was allowed, but there was still plenty of possibilities. A drunk Leslie started to protest, but was a little too relaxed after having so many drinks. She was easily convinced.
"No hiding those armpits!" Patricia said yet again to Leslie as she forced her to lay down on the ground, and forced her hands above her head. Afterwards, she sat near Leslie's head and put her hands on the ticklish girl's elbows.
“Let’s get those pits REEEEAAAAALLLYY open!” Patricia said as She then leaned forward to pin her arms down. The halter top bared and spread Leslie's broad and plump pits to the world. The fact that she was trying to hide them all the time further accentuated their exposure. Everyone savored the beauty of the vulnerability. Patricia had an idea.
"Everyone get some icing from the cake and rub it onto her armpits!" Patricia yelled.
"Eeew thats gross!" Leslie protested in a slurred manner, but could hardly do anything to protect herself.
She thought about Damian watching her through the live. The camera was being held straight above her by another player of her volleyball team giving her boyfriend a clear view of her exposure. Due to that, she was desperate to make it through this ordeal without smiling or laughing... to make some sort of semblance to make it clear to him that she wasn't enjoying the situation she was in. She knew it was impossible though, as she knew the sensitivity of her armpits the best. Especially with the vulnerability she felt having her arms up, pits out without any way to put them down or protect them. Just even thinking about having anyone get close to her plump sensitive skin at this time was beginning to make her giggle in nervous laughter. She thought to herself "Please forgive me Damian... my armpits have been hijacked today." She peered downwards at her own hollows, and upon seeing her own exposed skin made her feel even more ticklish than she normally did. Her drunkenness made it worse; she couldn't control any of her emotions.
Despite Leslie saying it was gross, all the guys felt the opposite. They were enthusiastic about this idea. Every one of them excitedly smeared some icing on their fingers with only Leslie's wide-open armpits in their minds.
Each of them taking turns, eager to plunge into Leslie's ticklishness with the excuse of spreading their own icing around the smooth sensitive skin of Leslie's pits. So many fingers exploring every inch. As she tried to fight and bring her arms down, her juicy pits hollowed as if to make a cup to hold the ice cream. After trying desperately holding onto her laughter for so long, all the stroking and prodding was too much for Leslie, and she began to burst out in beautiful laughter... this pretty sound seemed to put everyone into a further frenzy and they all fought for a chance to spread their ticklish icing across the most sensitive areas of Leslie's smooth armpits. Over her mounds, the wrinkles and lines of her armpit. the curve, the dip, the area where the the breast and armpit meet... the halter top bared it all, and she sang with helpless, yet relaxed drunk laughter. Despite not wanting it, Leslie finally gave into the sensation... and somehow the release felt good. The surface of her broad shapely armpits became the ever so soft playing ground of countless icing covered fingers. Despite the extreme pit exposure, everyone probably covered the entire surface area of her painstakingly ticklish underarms 100 times over, as evidenced by the thoroughly spread cream. Afterwards, Patricia chose 2 lucky guys and instructed them to lick the mess off the bare skin. Leslie's face was now red and her hair a mess... she was dripping with sweat, as were her underarms probably, but it was hidden in all the icing. She could move her hands, but her elbows remained in place. Helpless as she was to the endless onslaught that took place in her 2 sensitive hollows. She could hardly pay attention to what wad happening. She looked at the camera knowing that it captured her vulnerability. Despite feeling shame in allowing other guys prod and touch her armpits in front of Damian, she could do nothing but laugh through clenched teeth resulting in the biggest grin she could possibly make. She couldn't bear to think about him looking directly in her eyes as her pits were fully explored by other men, fully knowing that they were Damian's favorite part to touch, not anything unsullied. She didn’t want him to look. She wanted him to look away from her vulnerable armpits. To not look at the amount of contact and exploration that was being done to them. She covered her eyes with her own useless hands to try to hide her face. Only her mouth was showing.. *As the tickling sensations continued, her resistance to the tickling weakened even further. her mouth began to open wide as it continued to release uncontrollable laughter. It was as if she was a computer. The keyboard were her vulnerable underarms and the output was her mouth. Her beautiful teeth showing, she finally stopped fighting Patricia's grip. Her arms relaxed and the contours of her meaty armpits widened even more, as if to tell the world "Tickle me here!". Suddenly she felt the sensation of 2 tongues gently caressing the highly sensitive skin of her pits.
"OH FUCK!" Leslie screamed as she arched her back and howled with laughter. Gentle tounges easily glided across Leslie' hairless armpits. The gentle texture of their tongues was just right, as if they knew that this was the best way to play with the nerve endings of extremely sensitive skin. A way that could only be done with direct contact of completely exposed skin. It drove Leslie nuts. One of them focused on swirling the curvy part of her armpit. The inward hollow providing a perfect spot the base of the tongue to spread completely and move upwards until the motion transitioned to contact the very maddeningly gentle but sharp tip of the tongue making sure to use the entirety of it. Even so, it was as if the surface of his tongue was rougher than the surface of Leslie's armpit. The other one endlessly stroked ever so gentle circles across the creases and the mounds making sure to use only the tip of the tongue. With this, it was able to glide through the most utterly sensitive areas of Leslie's mounds with pinpoint precision. By using different techniques and differing paces made the unseen sensations in her vulnerable hollows even more unpredictable, thus making it even more difficult for poor Leslie to handle.
Her mouth left agape, her jaws almost looked like they were locked into place with the consistency of her hard laughter. Every stroke of their tongues and kiss of their mouths in the sensitive area made Leslie go into new streams of hard laughter. Damian watched as the sensations under her arms grew to strong for her to remain relaxed and her relaxed hands tightened into fists as a new level of her ticklishness emerged. He knew that she didn’t enjoy any of it, but he couldn’t help but feel that it LOOKED like she did due to all her laughing and smiling.
The gentleness that could only be produced by a tongue tickled Leslie more than she could imagine.
How one of the tongues widened then became narrow with each stroke was such a unique sensation, she couldn't even have a chance to get used to it. How were they so skilled at the touch. Why did the touch have to be so firm but light? If there was more pressure, she could at least anticipate the sensation and brace herself. With this, she had no chance.
*Her laughter rose.
The sniper like accuracy of another tongue poking every which way slowly focusing on her more sensitive areas made it worse. The fact that his face was placed under her left arm made it worse. You see, Leslie was right-handed. Somehow that meant she was significantly more ticklish under her left armpit compared to her right, though both sides were unbelievably ticklish overall individually. The tongue poked and prodded like a mole digging a hole. Except the contact was so light and tender, that it was driving her nuts.
“SHIT!!!!!!!” cussed Leslie as she screamed with laughter. The sensations were so overwhelming that she didn’t even know how to cope with it all besides scream swear words while she laughed at the top of her lungs.
Her laughter ROSE.
And just when Leslie thought it couldn't get any worse, the man under her left arm became curious about a particular bulging part of her armpit near the very center that seemed to be marked by a bit of moving muscle every time she resisted.
An area that was the most off limits. Among the entire area of her underarms that were off limits.
A spot so ticklish, even Damian hardly tickled her there out of the goodness of his own heart. Out of mercy. Absolutely the most ticklish spot of Leslie's underarms that you couldn't tickle to harshly as it was so sensitive, it might cause pain.
But luckily for the guy, a tongue was the perfect tool to tickle this spot... as a tongue could never be strong or stiff enough to cause pain, it greeted the soft, saliva coated skin with EXACTLY the correct amount of gentleness to cause an explosive reaction that could send Leslie to the heaven's.
It. Tickled. So. FUCKING. Much…. Her laughter ABSOLUTELY rose.
Her toes curled, and her back arched as far as it could as if she was possessed. Her eyes rolled back from underneath her hands. Her head throbbed with a sharp headache from how much she had been laughing, but her mouth stayed still and open as silent laughter ensued. Tears gushed out of her eyes as a new sense of euphoria emerged from Leslie as if she was driven mad with the ticklish sensations. Damian could see it clearly from the screen as her mouth was isolated, stayed open... her smile never leaving her face. It really seemed to be a look of true joy and pleasure. Jealousy was overcoming him as he could see only her smiling, laughing mouth and her 2 armpits in the camera. Watching as the 2 unknown men licked and kissed Leslie's precious armpits endlessly...
The poor girl was making a mess of herself. Thrashing, and moving to no avail. Laughing as hard as she possibly could to no avail. Her level of ticklishness under her armpits reached its peak as the 2 men made sure to do a perfect job. Not leaving a single inch of the skin under her arms undefiled. Even if you looked closely, there was not a single spec of icing was left on her perfect armpits. Clean and slick like a whistle. You wouldn’t believe that it was covered with so many layers of icing just a couple minutes earlier.
Damian was so jealous, yet he had quite an errection. He hated it, but the view of Leslie being exposed and vulnerable to many people who seemed obsessed with her armpits turned him on. He was jealous, but he couldn't wait for her to come home... he couldn't wait to tickle her until he was skilled enough to make all of that 10 times worse for her all by himself... and he couldn't wait to make love to her while doing it.
The armpit crazed fanatics continued their voyage on Leslie's poor armpits, and Damian's odd conflicting feelings welled up and continued to grow until....
Damian woke up in a cold sweat. His girlfriend Leslie was sleeping soundly next to him, still wearing that loose-fitting crop top that he cut the sleeves off of in the past. Surely enough Leslie had one hand above her head. He looked at her defenseless armpit and realized that
it was all a dream.
Leslie had not been defiled by some guys at some party, and her armpits remained only his and his alone.
Yet the feeling of jealousy, frustration, and sexual arousal still dwelled in him from his hyper realistic dream. He would never want to share Leslie with anyone, and even more so her armpits which were his favorite in the whole wide world.
Even so though, he was hard as a rock from the sound of Leslie's crazed and euphoric laughter. He wanted to release this jealousy driven sexual arousal that he felt.
With that, Leslie and her defenseless armpits would experience what she would describe as
"The roughest- yet-gentlest rude awakenings of her life.
She ended up absolutely loving his passion that night despite not knowing where it came from... though she would never admit that to Damian.
After everything that happened when she woke up, she overall just decided not to go to the party, never even knowing what horrors she experienced in her armpit loving boyfriend’s dream
The End.
By NetherCat
To everyone not so new to my stories: My previous story "Leslie's ticklish armpits" seemed to be well loved by many tickle lovers and especially armpit lovers. With that being said, many people requested a little bit of a side story about Leslie. I hope everyone enjoys this one!
Leslie, and the Party (An armpit tickling/ fetish story)
The crowd erupted in loud cheer as the volleyball landed on the other side of the net, the opposing side failing to return the spike delivered by Leslie. It was the final game of their volleyball tournament, and her team had managed to win the entire thing. Damian was in the crowd, proudly watching his girlfriend happily cheer together with her team members. It had already been a couple months since Damian and Leslie started dating. A couple months since their drinking party where their entire love story blossomed.
“Nice kill, Leslie!” stated the Patricia.
Patricia was the charismatic captain of the girls’ volleyball team. Their success had a lot to do with her leadership. Afterall, even if talented people came together, they wouldn’t necessarily do well as a team. With her strong guidance and high IQ plays during the game, their team took the crown for this season.
Damian looked over the team from a distance. They all wore blue short shorts and sleeveless athletic jerseys. As usual though, Leslie wore her long sleeved athletic top underneath her sleeveless jersey successfully hiding the beautiful skin of her arms. Of course, Damian knew the reason, but he kept quiet as this was a secret Leslie would like to keep (See Leslie’s Ticklish Armpits Part 1 for more details). It was a shame though. As a person who loved the sight of female armpits, Damian never failed to look under a girl’s arm whenever the skin was exposed. With that being said, he was able to clearly see all the different variety of underarms that each member displayed. There were skinny armpits, and chubby armpits. Some were just right, some had chicken skin. Some had fair skin, others had a little bit of discoloration. Some had many lines along the mounds while others hardly had any marks at all. Either way though, none of their many pits could ever compare to Leslie’s. His eyes shifted over to the sweat marks on the sleeves near the arm hole of Leslie’s jersey. Damian knew that she easily sweated even with minimal movement, and this was something he loved about her.
Suddenly, Leslie’s eyes suddenly darted upwards to look for Damian as if she sensed where his focus was. Even in the crowd she found him easily. Despite being popular due to her beauty, she was a great girlfriend. Loving him and accepting him with her heart she was also his biggest fan. Being as timid as he was, she saw him as a hidden gem that no one had found yet. She smiled at him. Her face glistened with sweat, yet she still looked so pretty. It was enough to make Damian’s heart skip a beat. Everyone continued cheering for a bit, and then eventually the players all went into their respective locker rooms and the crowd eventually cleared up.
As the girls were changing, Patricia sang great praise for Leslie and her game winning spike. As she did, all the girls continued to praise their lead spiker. Then she made a small motivational speech to emphasize that they all won as a team and that every single one of them was important. It was this endearing personality that gave Patricia a bond with all the members. As they changed, she watched Leslie take off her sweaty clothing to reveal a sports bra underneath. As she raised her arms to remove the tie on her ponytail, Patricia couldn’t help but notice the succulent, utterly perfect shape of Leslie’s hollows. She wondered why Leslie always avoided wearing their sleeveless jerseys alone, and came to the conclusion that she just wasn’t confident enough to do it. Being as caring as she was, she wished she could raise Leslie’s self-esteem. Right as she thought of that, her phone vibrated, and what she read gave her an idea.
“Girls, it looks like the boys’ basketball team also won their tournament! Their captain suggested that we all celebrate together!” announced Patricia.
Being as commanding as she was, it was easy for her to convince all the members. Leslie however wasn’t rally interested. She honestly didn’t really like going to parties the way she used to. Since she and Damian lived in the same dorm room, she often just wanted to be with him just spending her days relaxing and cuddling with him. Especially since it was mixer, she wanted to be a good girl and was trying to not make too much contact with other guys. This was of her own volition of course. She was a high-class woman in comparison to most of the girls in the Volleyball team who changed their boyfriends as quickly as they changed their outfits. As she was about decline however, Patricia got closer to her and whispered excitedly in her ear.
“We have to go in matching outfits Leslie!” she exclaimed.
Patricia saw Leslie’s reluctance but she interjected again before Leslie could say anything.
“I’m your best friend! You wouldn’t let me go alone, would you?” said the captain. She gave Leslie’s hand a squeeze and looked her in the eyes.
“Just this once, as a celebration. We won the tournament! We should have some bonding time as a team!” pleaded Patricia.
Leslie thought for a moment, and felt too guilty to say no. With much reluctance she agreed.
After everyone finished changing, Leslie went outside and found Damian waiting for her on a bench. She gave him a hug as he congratulated her on the win.
“You were amazing out there, babe!” said Damian.
Although she had heard it a lot, she was more thrilled hearing it from Damian. They took their time walking home and talking along the way. As they edged closer to their dorm, Leslie explained to Damian her situation about the party. Upon hearing about it, Damian did feel a little unsure about it. He wasn’t an athlete so it was obvious he couldn’t come. All those jocks were surely in better shape than him as well… maybe better looking too. Leslie was a beautiful girl; he was sure they would make some moves on her. Despite thinking all this, he held himself back. Leslie was a perfect girlfriend. She always treated him well and had never done anything to betray his trust. He didn’t want his own insecurities to become a shackle for her. “I should just have faith.” Damian thought. With that, he gave his permission and then they reached their home.
Later on that night, Leslie changed into an outfit that Damian liked much more. It was one of the shirts that Leslie allowed him to cut the sleeves off on. It used to be a loose-fitting green crop top, but now had gigantic arm holes due to Damian’s handiwork. Leslie claimed that it was comfy to sleep in, so she used it every night. For her bottoms, she wore a pair of booty shorts that showed off her shapely bottom. After changing, she laid on the bed bringing her shapely arms up. Her athletic but curvy figure was quite a sight to be seen.
“Ahh I feel so free after being so constricted all day!” said Leslie.
As she relaxed, Damian eyed her shapely figure. Her arms were slim but were a bit more large at the upper arms and shoulders. When giving it a slight pinch with your fingers, it had a very soft, squishy feel to it. Her crop top revealed plenty of her stomach too. The soft contours of her abs showed too. They weren’t too defined, but you could definitely tell it was there. Next, she had wide hips. She said that hip structure was genetic, but it really accentuated her muscular thighs and butt. She did plenty of squatting as a volleyball player, so it was understandable. Her shapely legs, like her underarms, didn’t have a single hair.
After appreciating the rest of her body, Damian finally laid his eyes on her wide spread armpits. Her top showed that area well. The opening of her shirt went all the way down to even reveal the top part of her sides after all. Concentrating a bit more on her hollows, he counted the lines on each side using his eyes. Once he finished, he moved on to inspect downwards towards the curve leading into her shapely breasts again so nicely revealed due to his precise cutting skills. Staring at all the areas he loved to touch and tickle. Moving on, he focused on the outskirts of her armpits, near her lats. It was this area that made her armpit surface area so wide despite her having a fairly slim figure. He loved her wide armpits though; it created more room for him to tickle. Lastly, he just took an overall look in her hollows. Completely hairless, with no sign of hair ever having grown on them. His staring caught Leslie’s attention.
The young athlete looked at her boyfriend, who’s eyes were filled with lust. She smiled knowing that he loved seeing her like this. It worked well for her because she was comfortable like this. There was something about having her arms up that relaxed her so. As she looked at Damian, she could tell that he was so focused that he didn’t even notice that she was looking at her. Whenever he was this fixated on something, she knew it could only be her vulnerable ticklish pits. Why she revealed her most utterly ticklish spot to him so easily was a mystery even to her. It had been a couple months already, and Damian never missed a chance to give her armpits a nice probing whenever she raised her arms. Sometimes she wouldn’t even know her armpits were exposed until she felt a finger worming its way into the hollow area, tracing meaty creases of her armpits that he loved to count so much. It took her a while to figure out what he was doing because the ticklish sensation was often too much for her to handle, but since he always seemed to find that spot under her arms, she figured it out. She didn’t mind though, she found it sweet that he knew every detail on her body, especially her armpits.
It was an undeniable fact that Leslie also did learn to enjoy all of Damian’s ticklish exploits on her armpits. At first, she would writhe and squirm upon contact, but after being tickled so hard, she always had a rush of endorphins in which his very touch just made her happy… even if it was on an area where she felt so vulnerable.
Damian got closer to Leslie, inching his face towards her open pits. She hadn’t taken a shower yet after sweating so much, but he didn’t mind. He quite liked her scent this way. It was a bit of a stronger kind of smell, but it felt so natural. A kind of sweet, musky odor that reeked of pheromones.
Leslie flinched a little as his face got closer to under her arm. She felt his breath, and it tickled her slightly. Despite keeping her arms up, she felt so exposed and vulnerable during the times he got this close. Then without warning, Damian gave her a juicy kiss at the curve of her armpit. Leslie hunched her shoulders, and gave a little ticklish giggle. She couldn’t see what he was doing due to his head, but she could feel everything. His face being so close to her chest made it feel very intimate. Next, he pulled on the arm hole of her shirt to expose a little more of the side of her breast and gave the newly exposed flesh a long tender kiss as well. Leslie gave a stronger laugh, while letting a bit of a moan escape her mouth. The spot where her breast met her armpit was a peculiar area. His kiss felt sensual, yet ticklish. Overall, it was a unique feeling.
The 2 love birds continued their little “Dance” until they fell asleep. What they did before they fell asleep might not be something to watch by children, but it won’t be described in detail. Afterall, this isn’t that type of story. What they did shall be left to the reader’s imagination…. For now.
The next day came, and Leslie met up with Patricia at the local mall.
“Over here Leslie!” yelled Patricia as she saw her best friend arrive at their meeting spot.
The 2 friends briefly hugged, and then got going to choose the matching outfits they would wear to the party. Little did Leslie know, that Patricia had ulterior motives. It was a positive motive of course, but ulterior nonetheless.
After a long time of shopping, the girls began to feel fatigued from all the walking. The young captain however felt so dissatisfied with all the sleeveless clothing they went through. She felt that none of them accentuated her best friend’s perfect underarms well enough. It was then she realized what the problem was. Not only did Leslie have wide lats, but she also had perky medium sized breasts. That made it so her armpit area was significantly wider than a normal girl’s despite her fit physique. That meant when the arm holes were too small, it didn’t really do her any justice. It was then that Patricia happened upon the perfect top. It was a navy-blue cropped string halter. It fit well, and the strings were adjustable. You could make it so the strap was long. The halter shape curved inwards toward the neck, and got wider at the bottom. On top it did the same on the back too so at the lowest setting, the arm holes ended up showing plenty of skin. Furthermore, it fit tightly. As Leslie tried it on, it was amazing how the top hugged her body to show her shapely figure. The arm holes were big enough to show the meaty portion of her sideboob, and since her arms were down, you could easily see the nice succulent folds of her armpits. Leslie hadn’t even raised her arms yet, and Patricia knew it would accentuate the entirety of her armpit perfectly. Just to be sure though, she had to see Leslie put her arms up.
“Your hair is too long; can you move it out of the way?” Patricia told Leslie.
Not knowing her friend’s true intentions, Leslie did as she was told. She raised her arms, and Patricia watched as the fleshy folds of her pits spread apart and revealed the masterpiece that were her armpits. Patricia’s jaw almost hit the floor with how much the outfit made her eyes gravitate towards the smooth hollows under Leslie’s arms.
“Girl, it’s perfect. You look absolutely gorg!” exclaimed Patricia.
With that, they had found their matching outfits successfully, and went their separate ways.
When she got home, Leslie showed Damian the top, and he instantly became horny when he saw Leslie in it. He hugged her tightly.
“Babe, you look absolutely stunning, and sexy!” declared Damian.
Leslie smiled and said “Well thank you, baby.” As she returned his hug.
When she did this, Damian couldn’t resist worming his fingers into her well exposed hollows from behind her. He squeezed his fingers together roughly and repeatedly as he was feeling a bit of “Cuddle aggression” with how much the site of Leslie turned him on.
He had to admit, Patrcia had great taste.
Leslie squirmed and laughed hard while trapped in Damian’s tickle hug.
“Damian, that tickles so much! Be gentle!” exclaimed Leslie as a wave of sweet laughter escaped from her mouth as his fingers continued to dig deep.
Then Damian noticed that Leslie would be going to that party without him. She would be so vulnerable and exposed to those male athletes. He felt protective.
“I think it’s a bit too sexy… maybe you shouldn’t wear it there without me.” Said Damian.
Leslie gently pulled away to look Damian in his eyes. She could tell he was feeling a bit worried for her, and that made her happy and warm inside.
“Don’t worry baby, nothing will go wrong. Your fetish is pretty rare you know, not everyone pays as much attention to this area on me as much as you.” Said Leslie as she raised her arms a little and gave her own armpit a little stroke.
It was a small gesture, but somehow the sight calmed him. He gave a sigh.
“Besides, I told Patricia that we would match. She’ll be upset if I flake out after we already bought our clothes.” She said.
Leslie gave Damian a small kiss on the lips and reassured him.
“Don’t worry baby, everything will be fine. I’ll video call you when I get there. Patricia is gonna live stream the party on her Instagram too so you can watch us if you want!”
Reluctantly, Damian agreed.
“Okay, okay I trust you. Just be careful, okay?” he said.
Leslie smiled and gave Damian a hug. Shortly after, she left to go to the party. Little did she know the events that would transpire later that day would betray each and every one of their expectations.
When Leslie Called Damian on video, she still looked stunning. She just arrived at the party wearing that super armpit revealing halter top that apparently her and Patricia picked out together... except apparently Patricia didn't wear hers.
“Hey why didn’t you wear yours?!” said Leslie to Patricia, clearly upset.
“Well… When I tried it on, I felt like I would look bad in it compared to you. I’m just not as sexy.” lied Patricia.
In truth, she just wanted all eyes on Leslie. She was determined to boost her self-esteem.
Damian was feeling pretty upset too. He noticed as Leslie held the camera to show herself, he could catch a small glimpse of her smooth underarm. Damian pondered the possibility of it being exploited at the party, but dismissed the possibility as his fetish was fairly rare as Leslie said earler. All of a sudden, some guy had come up from behind Leslie and said
"Hey, no phones allowed!"
As he said this, he raised a singular finger and Damian watched as it disappeared into the slightly exposed hollow of Leslie's armpit. Instinctively, she brought her arm down and twisted away. She managed to prevent any laughter though as she knew Damian's fetish and didn’t want to cause him any jealousy. With that, she looked at Damian who understandably had a worried look on his face.
"Don't worry, I'll be fine." Reassured Leslie. "You should watch us on the live camera that Patricia will be using to stream the party."
Afterwards they said their goodbyes and ended the call in a hurry.
"Hey.. no hiding your armpits today okay?" Said Patricia.
This was an odd statement, but Leslie brushed it off, not knowing the ticklish skin under her arms were already being targeted. With that, all the games required the participants to raise their arms frequently. Patricia had no idea however, that she was gonna make quite a ticklish discovery.
As he watched the live, Damian did actually notice that all the games showed off Leslie's armpits a lot. Things like Beer pong, where Leslie extended her shapely arms with every toss. Giving it a good stretch before bringing her arm down again. Or the game where the longest one to hang on horizontal bar, where Leslie had to leave her arms straight up with her feet dangling giving everyone in sight an eye full of her shapely, well exposed armpits for as long as she could hold on, etc. Every now and then though, there was always one guy or another that would poke Leslie's exposed armpits whenever he got the chance. It would always cause her to jump, but again she made sure not to laugh. In fact, what caused her to lose the horizontal bar game were a couple pokes in her defenseless armpits.
*It didn't take long for Patricia to notice Leslie's armpits were extremely ticklish,. Like… EXTREMELY ticklish. She also noticed all the guys seemed to start paying particular attention to them... despite her best efforts to hide the vulnerable skin. Without skipping a beat, the original armpit lover Damian also noticed this. As someone who had always been attracted to the sensitive area, he knew that look in their eyes. He denied it though thinking "It’s all just a coincidence." It was all he could do to keep the jealousy welling up inside him at bay, after all. He didn't want to be the type of boyfriend that would isolate Leslie due to his own selfish feelings.
Patricia on the other hand, wanted to use this to her advantage. She wanted to get her best friend drunk tonight. With that, she announced their next game. A 1 vs 1 between Leslie and Patricia.
It was a simple game. They would split a deck of cards in half and would take turns putting cards down. Every time an spade of any kind would come up, both of them would have to put their hands on their head, and the first one to remove their hands would be the loser and have to take a shot.
The game began. Intensely focusing, both girls put cards down one by one until... the first spade came up! Quickly, both girls put their hands on their heads and the guys surrounded them suddenly. They all took turns poking at the girls' armpits, but Patricia was hardly ticklish. Leslie on the other hand, was the opposite, and nearly fell off her chair in surprise. She still refused to laugh, knowing Damian was watching. She put her arms down and lost, thus taking a shot. This continued to happen throughout the game, and Leslie seemed to have no way of winning. She couldn't help clamping down her arms every time someone's finger wandered into any part of her exposed hollows. Eventually Leslie was getting pretty drunk. She took 13 shots and lost the game! The loser punishment was to ensue. The Punishment was, the loser had to be held down while everyone was allowed to do anything to them for 13 minutes. Of course, nothing sexual was allowed, but there was still plenty of possibilities. A drunk Leslie started to protest, but was a little too relaxed after having so many drinks. She was easily convinced.
"No hiding those armpits!" Patricia said yet again to Leslie as she forced her to lay down on the ground, and forced her hands above her head. Afterwards, she sat near Leslie's head and put her hands on the ticklish girl's elbows.
“Let’s get those pits REEEEAAAAALLLYY open!” Patricia said as She then leaned forward to pin her arms down. The halter top bared and spread Leslie's broad and plump pits to the world. The fact that she was trying to hide them all the time further accentuated their exposure. Everyone savored the beauty of the vulnerability. Patricia had an idea.
"Everyone get some icing from the cake and rub it onto her armpits!" Patricia yelled.
"Eeew thats gross!" Leslie protested in a slurred manner, but could hardly do anything to protect herself.
She thought about Damian watching her through the live. The camera was being held straight above her by another player of her volleyball team giving her boyfriend a clear view of her exposure. Due to that, she was desperate to make it through this ordeal without smiling or laughing... to make some sort of semblance to make it clear to him that she wasn't enjoying the situation she was in. She knew it was impossible though, as she knew the sensitivity of her armpits the best. Especially with the vulnerability she felt having her arms up, pits out without any way to put them down or protect them. Just even thinking about having anyone get close to her plump sensitive skin at this time was beginning to make her giggle in nervous laughter. She thought to herself "Please forgive me Damian... my armpits have been hijacked today." She peered downwards at her own hollows, and upon seeing her own exposed skin made her feel even more ticklish than she normally did. Her drunkenness made it worse; she couldn't control any of her emotions.
Despite Leslie saying it was gross, all the guys felt the opposite. They were enthusiastic about this idea. Every one of them excitedly smeared some icing on their fingers with only Leslie's wide-open armpits in their minds.
Each of them taking turns, eager to plunge into Leslie's ticklishness with the excuse of spreading their own icing around the smooth sensitive skin of Leslie's pits. So many fingers exploring every inch. As she tried to fight and bring her arms down, her juicy pits hollowed as if to make a cup to hold the ice cream. After trying desperately holding onto her laughter for so long, all the stroking and prodding was too much for Leslie, and she began to burst out in beautiful laughter... this pretty sound seemed to put everyone into a further frenzy and they all fought for a chance to spread their ticklish icing across the most sensitive areas of Leslie's smooth armpits. Over her mounds, the wrinkles and lines of her armpit. the curve, the dip, the area where the the breast and armpit meet... the halter top bared it all, and she sang with helpless, yet relaxed drunk laughter. Despite not wanting it, Leslie finally gave into the sensation... and somehow the release felt good. The surface of her broad shapely armpits became the ever so soft playing ground of countless icing covered fingers. Despite the extreme pit exposure, everyone probably covered the entire surface area of her painstakingly ticklish underarms 100 times over, as evidenced by the thoroughly spread cream. Afterwards, Patricia chose 2 lucky guys and instructed them to lick the mess off the bare skin. Leslie's face was now red and her hair a mess... she was dripping with sweat, as were her underarms probably, but it was hidden in all the icing. She could move her hands, but her elbows remained in place. Helpless as she was to the endless onslaught that took place in her 2 sensitive hollows. She could hardly pay attention to what wad happening. She looked at the camera knowing that it captured her vulnerability. Despite feeling shame in allowing other guys prod and touch her armpits in front of Damian, she could do nothing but laugh through clenched teeth resulting in the biggest grin she could possibly make. She couldn't bear to think about him looking directly in her eyes as her pits were fully explored by other men, fully knowing that they were Damian's favorite part to touch, not anything unsullied. She didn’t want him to look. She wanted him to look away from her vulnerable armpits. To not look at the amount of contact and exploration that was being done to them. She covered her eyes with her own useless hands to try to hide her face. Only her mouth was showing.. *As the tickling sensations continued, her resistance to the tickling weakened even further. her mouth began to open wide as it continued to release uncontrollable laughter. It was as if she was a computer. The keyboard were her vulnerable underarms and the output was her mouth. Her beautiful teeth showing, she finally stopped fighting Patricia's grip. Her arms relaxed and the contours of her meaty armpits widened even more, as if to tell the world "Tickle me here!". Suddenly she felt the sensation of 2 tongues gently caressing the highly sensitive skin of her pits.
"OH FUCK!" Leslie screamed as she arched her back and howled with laughter. Gentle tounges easily glided across Leslie' hairless armpits. The gentle texture of their tongues was just right, as if they knew that this was the best way to play with the nerve endings of extremely sensitive skin. A way that could only be done with direct contact of completely exposed skin. It drove Leslie nuts. One of them focused on swirling the curvy part of her armpit. The inward hollow providing a perfect spot the base of the tongue to spread completely and move upwards until the motion transitioned to contact the very maddeningly gentle but sharp tip of the tongue making sure to use the entirety of it. Even so, it was as if the surface of his tongue was rougher than the surface of Leslie's armpit. The other one endlessly stroked ever so gentle circles across the creases and the mounds making sure to use only the tip of the tongue. With this, it was able to glide through the most utterly sensitive areas of Leslie's mounds with pinpoint precision. By using different techniques and differing paces made the unseen sensations in her vulnerable hollows even more unpredictable, thus making it even more difficult for poor Leslie to handle.
Her mouth left agape, her jaws almost looked like they were locked into place with the consistency of her hard laughter. Every stroke of their tongues and kiss of their mouths in the sensitive area made Leslie go into new streams of hard laughter. Damian watched as the sensations under her arms grew to strong for her to remain relaxed and her relaxed hands tightened into fists as a new level of her ticklishness emerged. He knew that she didn’t enjoy any of it, but he couldn’t help but feel that it LOOKED like she did due to all her laughing and smiling.
The gentleness that could only be produced by a tongue tickled Leslie more than she could imagine.
How one of the tongues widened then became narrow with each stroke was such a unique sensation, she couldn't even have a chance to get used to it. How were they so skilled at the touch. Why did the touch have to be so firm but light? If there was more pressure, she could at least anticipate the sensation and brace herself. With this, she had no chance.
*Her laughter rose.
The sniper like accuracy of another tongue poking every which way slowly focusing on her more sensitive areas made it worse. The fact that his face was placed under her left arm made it worse. You see, Leslie was right-handed. Somehow that meant she was significantly more ticklish under her left armpit compared to her right, though both sides were unbelievably ticklish overall individually. The tongue poked and prodded like a mole digging a hole. Except the contact was so light and tender, that it was driving her nuts.
“SHIT!!!!!!!” cussed Leslie as she screamed with laughter. The sensations were so overwhelming that she didn’t even know how to cope with it all besides scream swear words while she laughed at the top of her lungs.
Her laughter ROSE.
And just when Leslie thought it couldn't get any worse, the man under her left arm became curious about a particular bulging part of her armpit near the very center that seemed to be marked by a bit of moving muscle every time she resisted.
An area that was the most off limits. Among the entire area of her underarms that were off limits.
A spot so ticklish, even Damian hardly tickled her there out of the goodness of his own heart. Out of mercy. Absolutely the most ticklish spot of Leslie's underarms that you couldn't tickle to harshly as it was so sensitive, it might cause pain.
But luckily for the guy, a tongue was the perfect tool to tickle this spot... as a tongue could never be strong or stiff enough to cause pain, it greeted the soft, saliva coated skin with EXACTLY the correct amount of gentleness to cause an explosive reaction that could send Leslie to the heaven's.
It. Tickled. So. FUCKING. Much…. Her laughter ABSOLUTELY rose.
Her toes curled, and her back arched as far as it could as if she was possessed. Her eyes rolled back from underneath her hands. Her head throbbed with a sharp headache from how much she had been laughing, but her mouth stayed still and open as silent laughter ensued. Tears gushed out of her eyes as a new sense of euphoria emerged from Leslie as if she was driven mad with the ticklish sensations. Damian could see it clearly from the screen as her mouth was isolated, stayed open... her smile never leaving her face. It really seemed to be a look of true joy and pleasure. Jealousy was overcoming him as he could see only her smiling, laughing mouth and her 2 armpits in the camera. Watching as the 2 unknown men licked and kissed Leslie's precious armpits endlessly...
The poor girl was making a mess of herself. Thrashing, and moving to no avail. Laughing as hard as she possibly could to no avail. Her level of ticklishness under her armpits reached its peak as the 2 men made sure to do a perfect job. Not leaving a single inch of the skin under her arms undefiled. Even if you looked closely, there was not a single spec of icing was left on her perfect armpits. Clean and slick like a whistle. You wouldn’t believe that it was covered with so many layers of icing just a couple minutes earlier.
Damian was so jealous, yet he had quite an errection. He hated it, but the view of Leslie being exposed and vulnerable to many people who seemed obsessed with her armpits turned him on. He was jealous, but he couldn't wait for her to come home... he couldn't wait to tickle her until he was skilled enough to make all of that 10 times worse for her all by himself... and he couldn't wait to make love to her while doing it.
The armpit crazed fanatics continued their voyage on Leslie's poor armpits, and Damian's odd conflicting feelings welled up and continued to grow until....
Damian woke up in a cold sweat. His girlfriend Leslie was sleeping soundly next to him, still wearing that loose-fitting crop top that he cut the sleeves off of in the past. Surely enough Leslie had one hand above her head. He looked at her defenseless armpit and realized that
it was all a dream.
Leslie had not been defiled by some guys at some party, and her armpits remained only his and his alone.
Yet the feeling of jealousy, frustration, and sexual arousal still dwelled in him from his hyper realistic dream. He would never want to share Leslie with anyone, and even more so her armpits which were his favorite in the whole wide world.
Even so though, he was hard as a rock from the sound of Leslie's crazed and euphoric laughter. He wanted to release this jealousy driven sexual arousal that he felt.
With that, Leslie and her defenseless armpits would experience what she would describe as
"The roughest- yet-gentlest rude awakenings of her life.
She ended up absolutely loving his passion that night despite not knowing where it came from... though she would never admit that to Damian.
After everything that happened when she woke up, she overall just decided not to go to the party, never even knowing what horrors she experienced in her armpit loving boyfriend’s dream
The End.
By NetherCat
