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Yet_One_More_Idiot
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I too would love to see some sibling tickling stories (particularly brother/sister if there are any).
tk22
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^agreed. ill post one about a cousin i had growing up though, thats a bit less weird, especially since i only saw her once a year.
Anyways, when i was about 13, i went to Baton Rouge to visit my aunt and uncle. They also have a daughter named **** who was 12 at the time. A few days into my visit, i really wanted to tickle her (i was still trying to understand my tickle fetish). Anyways, i devised a plan. They had this game where there was a whole bunch of questions you had to answer in order to win (these questions were impossible 4 a 12 year old). So i decided that the game would be, if she got a question wrong, she got tickled. But she had to pick the spot. So i suggested this game to her, and she happily accepted. Anyways, i remember the very 1st question, because it was the best. "What was the year in which the US entered WWI?" And she responded with an "I don't know". So i said, ok then, where do u want to be tickled. And she literally yelled "FEET!" I was more than happy to oblige. I took her socks off, and started lightly tickling her feet. She giggled and squirmed but did not take her feet away. I said "tell me when to stop". And she just said "ok". So i kept on tickling, and she kept on laughing, but never moving. Finally i said "do u like this?" and she said "YES!" So i went crazy. I dug into her feet and attacked her toes. She completely lost it. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA O GOD! IT TICKHAHAHAHALES!!!" Anyways, that game lasted a long time, and we played it a lot more on my trip. It was pretty sweet
Anyways, when i was about 13, i went to Baton Rouge to visit my aunt and uncle. They also have a daughter named **** who was 12 at the time. A few days into my visit, i really wanted to tickle her (i was still trying to understand my tickle fetish). Anyways, i devised a plan. They had this game where there was a whole bunch of questions you had to answer in order to win (these questions were impossible 4 a 12 year old). So i decided that the game would be, if she got a question wrong, she got tickled. But she had to pick the spot. So i suggested this game to her, and she happily accepted. Anyways, i remember the very 1st question, because it was the best. "What was the year in which the US entered WWI?" And she responded with an "I don't know". So i said, ok then, where do u want to be tickled. And she literally yelled "FEET!" I was more than happy to oblige. I took her socks off, and started lightly tickling her feet. She giggled and squirmed but did not take her feet away. I said "tell me when to stop". And she just said "ok". So i kept on tickling, and she kept on laughing, but never moving. Finally i said "do u like this?" and she said "YES!" So i went crazy. I dug into her feet and attacked her toes. She completely lost it. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA O GOD! IT TICKHAHAHAHALES!!!" Anyways, that game lasted a long time, and we played it a lot more on my trip. It was pretty sweet
Yet_One_More_Idiot
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Cool. Smart thinking making up that game for the two of you to play, tk2. 😀
Tickler Bart
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Sounds like she was INTO being foot tickled.
You should find out her whereabouts.
She could be in THIS forum for all you know.
You should find out her whereabouts.
She could be in THIS forum for all you know.
Tickler Bart
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I used to tickle my sister's feet alot when we were young.
She LOVED it, but as we grew older (Mid teens) she kind of grew out of it & didn't want me to do it anymore.
I would sneak into her room at night & slowwly crawl to her bed.
Then I would gently pull the covers back to reveal her bare soles.
I would then slowwly & gently stroke her soles.
She would squirm a little, then giggle in her sleep.
A few times she woke up & saw me at her feet. She would just go back to sleep.
She NEVER yelled at me or told me to get out of her room.
I tickled my Aunt's feet a few times too about the same time.
She LOVED it, but as we grew older (Mid teens) she kind of grew out of it & didn't want me to do it anymore.
I would sneak into her room at night & slowwly crawl to her bed.
Then I would gently pull the covers back to reveal her bare soles.
I would then slowwly & gently stroke her soles.
She would squirm a little, then giggle in her sleep.
A few times she woke up & saw me at her feet. She would just go back to sleep.
She NEVER yelled at me or told me to get out of her room.
I tickled my Aunt's feet a few times too about the same time.
Spillone
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A family affair M/M
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A FAMILY AFFAIR
“EEEEEE-YAAAA-HAA-HAA-AAH-HAA-HAA-HAA!!!” Matt screamed. He writhed furiously in a futile attempt to evade Jason’s dancing fingers. “GAAAA-HAA-HAA-AAH-HAA-AAH-HAA-HAA-AAH-HAA!!!”
“Is it everything you DREAMED it would be, sweetie?” Jason inquired. “Does it make you feel EXCITED?”
“OH-HO-HO-OH-HO-OH-HO-HO-OH-HO!!!” Matt howled. “EEEEEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE!!!”
“Well, I think you kind of LIKE it,” Jason snickered. “All those muscles, but a little bit of tickling just makes you wiggle and giggle like a GIRL. . .”
And that was the truth. Matt was naked on his back, wrists and ankles securely bound to the corner rails of the big old brass bed. His face was bright pink, his body was covered with goose bumps and cold sweat, his sides ached from half an hour of nonstop laughter—and his cock was stiff and quivering.
Everything was happening precisely as Jason had promised. Matt knew that if it hadn’t been for the joint he’d smoked, Jason would never have been able to talk him into this. But he’d gotten a little high, and he’d started complaining to Jason that Nancy wasn’t into kinky games. Oh, they were happily married and the sex was okay—but for Matt, there was something missing. And when slender, silk-skinned Jason suggested a certain alternative, Matt’s inhibitions were just sufficiently suppressed to agree to the experiment.
Matt’s premier sexual fantasy, which had teased and tormented him since high school, was to be tied up and mercilessly tickle tortured. He’d have given a lot to be his voluptuous blonde wife’s docile tickle slave, but Nancy wasn’t interested. He could have hired a pro, but somehow that didn’t seem too appealing. Then Jason whispered his proposition—a proposition that tapped into Matt’s deep-buried vein of homoeroticism. He’d never been intimate with another guy. He’d never even been tempted. Still, the feelings were there. And on this particular day, a combination of frustration, boredom and pot sufficed to bring them bubbling to the surface.
That Jason was his brother-in-law merely added an additional dash of spice to the proceedings. Nancy might suspect him of a conventional affair but never, ever, not in a million years, would she suspect something like THIS. Its very implausibility was his best security.
And so he writhed on the bed, laughing his stupid HEAD off and begging for the sweet release that he knew would be denied for many hours yet. . .
They had the house to themselves that afternoon—Nancy was away on a business trip. With no nearby neighbors, there was not reason to worry about the racket Matt was making. No one would hear him, especially on such a snowy December day. And that was just as well, considering way he fucking SHRIEKED when Jason stroked his fucking RIBS—!
All in all, it was the sexiest situation he’d ever experienced.
“I bet you’d like to CUM,” Jason opined. He was kneeling between Matt’s wide-open legs, probing his helpless victim’s armpits with stiff, demanding fingers. “I bet you LIKE that we’re all NAKED together, and that it’s giving you all kinds of naughty IDEAS. . .”
“AAAAAAH-HAA-HAA-AAH-HAA-HAA-AAH-HAA-HAA!!!” Matt screamed. “OH NO!!! OH PLEEEE-HEE-EEEE-HEE-EEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEEEESE!!! OH-HO-HO-OH-NO-OH-HO-HO-OH-HO!!!”
“Well,” Jason snickered, “I think you’re in DENIAL, sweetie. I think you’d LOVE to go all the way with me, wouldn’t you?” He transferred his attention to Matt’s trembling thighs, dragging his sharp-nailed fingers up and down, pausing occasionally to deliver a ticklish squeeze. “The forbidden fruit, sweetie—wouldn’t you like to TASTE it?”
“GAAAAAA-HAA-AAH-HAA-AAH-HAA-HAA-HAA!” Matt howled. “OH-HO-HO-OH-HO-OH-HO SHIT!!! OH FU-HU-HU-HU-UH-HU-HU-UH-HUCK!!!”
“Come on,” Jason urged. “ADMIT it, sweetie. You’ve always wondered what it would be like, haven’t you?” His hands slipped down to tickle the backs of Matt’s knees. “That’s why you let me talk you into this, isn’t it?”
“EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE-HEE!!!” Matt squealed. The dark hairs on his tense legs stood up straight in response to Jason’s unbearably excruciating caress. “YOU’RE KILLING MEEEEEE-HEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE!!!”
“Oh, but you LIKE it, remember?” Jason licked his lips. “It makes you all HORNY when I do this.” He returned his attention to Matt’s defenseless torso. “See? Your joystick’s standing at ATTENTION, sweetie. I think you’d like me to STROKE it. Or maybe KISS it, hmmmm?”
“OH YES!!!” Matt screamed. “OH-HO!!! OH-NO!!! OH-HO-HO-HO!!! OH PLEEEE-HEEEE-EEEEEE-HEEEE-HEEEESE FU-HU-HU-UH-HU-UH-HUCKING YES!!!”
“Or if you prefer,” Jason added, “I could just TICKLE you some more. A LOT more. . .”
And so it went for another long, hilarious hour, until Matt’s laughter had faded to a gasping wheeze and his struggles to a feeble squirming. At that point, Jason decided to give his victim a break. “But just a short one,” he promised, running his fingers through Matt’s dark chest hair. “Because I know you’re LOVING this, sweetie.”
“Oh GOD Jason,” Matt panted. “Oh PLEASE you have to fucking make me fucking CUM. . .”
“All in good time,” Jason replied with a sly smile. “But let’s not forget that you’re not the ONLY one who has to cum. I have needs, too, sweetie. So what are we going to do about THAT, hmmm?”
“Anything you say,” Matt promised. “ANYTHING! I swear to GOD!”
“You say that now because I’ve got you at my mercy,” Jason pouted. He drummed his fingers on Matt’s taut belly. “But how can I be sure that you’ll keep your WORD, hmmmm?”
“I will!” Matt insisted. “I SWEAR I will! Oh God, what’s HAPPENING to me?! What are you DOING to me?!”
“Nothing that you haven’t wanted to happen for a long, long time,” Jason replied. “Isn’t that the truth, sweetie?”
And Matt realized that it WAS the truth. At that moment, he finally admitted to himself that what he longed for was to be tickled BUGFUCK by slender Jason—tickled until he was raving mad with insane laughter and cumming his stupid fucking BRAINS out—!
After which he would indeed do whatever Jason demanded of him.
“I think you’re beginning to get the picture,” Jason whispered. With a single fingertip, he caressed the underside of his helpless brother-in-law’s tumid tool. Matt squealed and shivered as a potent erotic thrill shot through his belly. He arched his back, begging wordlessly for more.
And Jason gave him more—more tickling that is. With an evil smile he leaned forward and dug his fingers into Matt’s unbearably sensitive armpits!
“BWAAAA-HAAAA-AAH-HAA-AAH-HAA-HAA-AAH-HAA-HAA!!!” Matt screamed. His bare behind bounced on the mattress as he writhed and wiggled in a frenzy of hysterical hilarity. His belly convulsed, squeezing shriek after shriek of agonized laughter from his aching throat. His skin crawled with gooseflesh, causing the hairs on his arms and legs to stir and stand up. And a tiny, clear, gleaming drop of pre-cum appeared at the very tip of his throbbing cock. Jason smiled when he noticed this.
“Tickle, tickle, TICKLE!” Jason sang as he probed Matt’s sweat-streaked sides. “Who likes to be TICKLED?”
“HIIIIIIEEEEEE-HEE-EEE-HEE-EEE-HEE-HEE-EEE-HEE!!!” Matt squealed. “EEEEEE-HEE!!! EEEEEE-HEE!!! EEEEEE-HEE!!! EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HIIIEEE-HEE-HEE!!!”
“This is what you get for having such NAUGHTY thoughts about me, sweetie.” Jason inserted a probing finger into Matt’s belly button. “But of course, it’s what you LOVE, isn’t it?”
“GAAAAHAAAA-HAA-HAA-AAH-HAA-HAA!!! Matt bellowed. “STOP! STOP IT! EEEEYAAA-HAA-HAA!!! OH-HO-OH-NO-OH-HO-HO-HO-OH YES YES YES!!!”
“Yes what?” Jason inquired with a leer. “Yes, TICKLE you some more? Okay! How about here?” And he transferred his attention to the swollen head of his victim’s yearning cock!
A girlish squeal burst from Matt’s throat as clever fingers began lightly to stroke his rock-hard yet supersensitive joystick and his tense, pulsing balls. He arched his back and wiggled his hips in a desperate attempt to achieve the release he craved, but Jason shook his head. “Not yet, sweetie,” he whispered. “You haven’t been PUNISHED enough. I’m going to TEASE you and TORTURE you and get you so very fucking CLOSE and then I’m going to STOP. What do you think of THAT, hmmmm?”
“UGH-UGH-URRRRUGGGGH!!!” Matt grunted. ‘OH GOD!!! OH PLEASE!!! OH FUCK!!! OH FUCKING SHIT I FUCKING HAVE TO FUCKING CUM!!!”
“But I’m not going to LET you fucking cum,” Jason whispered. “I’m just going to keep doing this until you’re SO close, and then I’m going to STOP!”
Matt’s arms and legs jerked in a frenetic effort to slip the bonds that held him at Jason’s mercy. But it was a waste of energy. There was nothing he could do but writhe and tremble and beg for mercy—and he adored every excruciating SECOND of it—!
“Come on, sweetie,” Jason urged as he tickled the backs of his victim’s legs. “Maybe if you laugh a little LOUDER for me, I’ll make you SQUIRT.”
“GUUUURRRRAAAAH-HAA-AAH-HAA-AAH-HAA-HAA-HAA-HAA!!!” Matt screeched. “OH PLEEEEHEE-EEEE-HEE-HEEESE!!! NOT THERE!!! OH FUCKING SHIT IT TICK-HICK-EEEE-HEE-HEE-HICK-EEE-HEE-HEE-HICK-HICKLES!!!”
“I think you can do better than THAT,” Jason snickered as he stroked Matt’s thighs. “Or do I need to tickle you HARDER?”
“OH-HO!!!” Matt howled. ”OH-HO-HO!!! OH-HO-HO-OH-NO-HO-HO!!!
“Poor baby!” Jason giggled. “You’re just tickled PINK, aren’t you?”
It was the literal truth. Matt was blushing all over with a combination of hilarious anguish and unfulfilled lust. He was laughing like a fucking IDIOT—wiggling like a weasel plugged into a wall outlet—and he’d never felt SEXIER in his fucking LIFE—!
And the same seemed true of his merciless captor. Slender Jason was sporting an impressive erection of his own. Every now and then he’d shudder delicately and pause stroke himself for a moment. It was clear, however, that his ultimate plans involved more than mere masturbation.
“That’s right, sweetie,” Jason sighed during one such pause. “This is all for you when you’re finally ready to accept it.” Once again, he ran the fingers of his free hand through Matt’s chest hair. “But don’t worry—I’ll break you in gently. Promise.”
Then it was back to tickling, and a particularly horrific form of tickling at that. “You know what, sweetie?” Jason cooed. “I think it’s time I got to work on your big bare FEET! What do you think of THAT?”
Matt cringed in dread anticipation as Jason slipped to the floor to kneel at the foot of the bed. Matt’s ankles were securely tied to the brass corner posts, and his feet protruded through the railing. His toes flexed as he waited helplessly for the delicious torment to begin anew.
“So let’s see how you enjoy being my sole mate,” Jason chuckled. “Tickle, tickle, TICKLE!” His sharp nails began to trace the line of Matt’s arches.
“BWAAAAAAH-HAAAAAA-HAA-HAA-HAA-AAH-HAA-HAA-AAH-HAA!!!” Matt bellowed. Intense ticklish thrills shot up his legs, straight into his belly, balls and asshole. He writhed madly as a fresh wave of gooseflesh swept over his body.
“Oh, do you LIKE it when I pet your poor FEET?” Jason sounded slightly short of breath. “Does it make you feel all loose and CRAZY?”
“YEEEEEEHEEEEEE-EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE-HEE!!!” Matt shrieked. The head of his throbbing shaft was now thoroughly lubricated with pre-cum. He arched his back and wiggled his hips in a frantic attempt to achieve the long-denied release that he craved with every atom of his being. “OH-HO!!! OH NO!!! OH-HO-HO-HO!!! OH PLEEEE-HEE-HEEEESE YOU’RE KILLING MEEEEEE-HEE-HEE-EEE-HEE!!!
Jason made no reply. He couldn’t, because by then he’d stuffed his mouth with the squirming toes of Matt’s right foot, and his tongue was busy exploring the tender spots between them.
Somewhat later, having been released from his bonds, Matt made good on his many promises to sweet, slender Jason. God knew what Nancy would think if she ever found out what her husband and her brother had been up to together. That was something he preferred not to think about. But as their tryst continued long into the night, Matt was certain of one thing: He couldn’t have asked for a better brother-in-law!
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A FAMILY AFFAIR
“EEEEEE-YAAAA-HAA-HAA-AAH-HAA-HAA-HAA!!!” Matt screamed. He writhed furiously in a futile attempt to evade Jason’s dancing fingers. “GAAAA-HAA-HAA-AAH-HAA-AAH-HAA-HAA-AAH-HAA!!!”
“Is it everything you DREAMED it would be, sweetie?” Jason inquired. “Does it make you feel EXCITED?”
“OH-HO-HO-OH-HO-OH-HO-HO-OH-HO!!!” Matt howled. “EEEEEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE!!!”
“Well, I think you kind of LIKE it,” Jason snickered. “All those muscles, but a little bit of tickling just makes you wiggle and giggle like a GIRL. . .”
And that was the truth. Matt was naked on his back, wrists and ankles securely bound to the corner rails of the big old brass bed. His face was bright pink, his body was covered with goose bumps and cold sweat, his sides ached from half an hour of nonstop laughter—and his cock was stiff and quivering.
Everything was happening precisely as Jason had promised. Matt knew that if it hadn’t been for the joint he’d smoked, Jason would never have been able to talk him into this. But he’d gotten a little high, and he’d started complaining to Jason that Nancy wasn’t into kinky games. Oh, they were happily married and the sex was okay—but for Matt, there was something missing. And when slender, silk-skinned Jason suggested a certain alternative, Matt’s inhibitions were just sufficiently suppressed to agree to the experiment.
Matt’s premier sexual fantasy, which had teased and tormented him since high school, was to be tied up and mercilessly tickle tortured. He’d have given a lot to be his voluptuous blonde wife’s docile tickle slave, but Nancy wasn’t interested. He could have hired a pro, but somehow that didn’t seem too appealing. Then Jason whispered his proposition—a proposition that tapped into Matt’s deep-buried vein of homoeroticism. He’d never been intimate with another guy. He’d never even been tempted. Still, the feelings were there. And on this particular day, a combination of frustration, boredom and pot sufficed to bring them bubbling to the surface.
That Jason was his brother-in-law merely added an additional dash of spice to the proceedings. Nancy might suspect him of a conventional affair but never, ever, not in a million years, would she suspect something like THIS. Its very implausibility was his best security.
And so he writhed on the bed, laughing his stupid HEAD off and begging for the sweet release that he knew would be denied for many hours yet. . .
They had the house to themselves that afternoon—Nancy was away on a business trip. With no nearby neighbors, there was not reason to worry about the racket Matt was making. No one would hear him, especially on such a snowy December day. And that was just as well, considering way he fucking SHRIEKED when Jason stroked his fucking RIBS—!
All in all, it was the sexiest situation he’d ever experienced.
“I bet you’d like to CUM,” Jason opined. He was kneeling between Matt’s wide-open legs, probing his helpless victim’s armpits with stiff, demanding fingers. “I bet you LIKE that we’re all NAKED together, and that it’s giving you all kinds of naughty IDEAS. . .”
“AAAAAAH-HAA-HAA-AAH-HAA-HAA-AAH-HAA-HAA!!!” Matt screamed. “OH NO!!! OH PLEEEE-HEE-EEEE-HEE-EEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEEEESE!!! OH-HO-HO-OH-NO-OH-HO-HO-OH-HO!!!”
“Well,” Jason snickered, “I think you’re in DENIAL, sweetie. I think you’d LOVE to go all the way with me, wouldn’t you?” He transferred his attention to Matt’s trembling thighs, dragging his sharp-nailed fingers up and down, pausing occasionally to deliver a ticklish squeeze. “The forbidden fruit, sweetie—wouldn’t you like to TASTE it?”
“GAAAAAA-HAA-AAH-HAA-AAH-HAA-HAA-HAA!” Matt howled. “OH-HO-HO-OH-HO-OH-HO SHIT!!! OH FU-HU-HU-HU-UH-HU-HU-UH-HUCK!!!”
“Come on,” Jason urged. “ADMIT it, sweetie. You’ve always wondered what it would be like, haven’t you?” His hands slipped down to tickle the backs of Matt’s knees. “That’s why you let me talk you into this, isn’t it?”
“EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE-HEE!!!” Matt squealed. The dark hairs on his tense legs stood up straight in response to Jason’s unbearably excruciating caress. “YOU’RE KILLING MEEEEEE-HEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE!!!”
“Oh, but you LIKE it, remember?” Jason licked his lips. “It makes you all HORNY when I do this.” He returned his attention to Matt’s defenseless torso. “See? Your joystick’s standing at ATTENTION, sweetie. I think you’d like me to STROKE it. Or maybe KISS it, hmmmm?”
“OH YES!!!” Matt screamed. “OH-HO!!! OH-NO!!! OH-HO-HO-HO!!! OH PLEEEE-HEEEE-EEEEEE-HEEEE-HEEEESE FU-HU-HU-UH-HU-UH-HUCKING YES!!!”
“Or if you prefer,” Jason added, “I could just TICKLE you some more. A LOT more. . .”
And so it went for another long, hilarious hour, until Matt’s laughter had faded to a gasping wheeze and his struggles to a feeble squirming. At that point, Jason decided to give his victim a break. “But just a short one,” he promised, running his fingers through Matt’s dark chest hair. “Because I know you’re LOVING this, sweetie.”
“Oh GOD Jason,” Matt panted. “Oh PLEASE you have to fucking make me fucking CUM. . .”
“All in good time,” Jason replied with a sly smile. “But let’s not forget that you’re not the ONLY one who has to cum. I have needs, too, sweetie. So what are we going to do about THAT, hmmm?”
“Anything you say,” Matt promised. “ANYTHING! I swear to GOD!”
“You say that now because I’ve got you at my mercy,” Jason pouted. He drummed his fingers on Matt’s taut belly. “But how can I be sure that you’ll keep your WORD, hmmmm?”
“I will!” Matt insisted. “I SWEAR I will! Oh God, what’s HAPPENING to me?! What are you DOING to me?!”
“Nothing that you haven’t wanted to happen for a long, long time,” Jason replied. “Isn’t that the truth, sweetie?”
And Matt realized that it WAS the truth. At that moment, he finally admitted to himself that what he longed for was to be tickled BUGFUCK by slender Jason—tickled until he was raving mad with insane laughter and cumming his stupid fucking BRAINS out—!
After which he would indeed do whatever Jason demanded of him.
“I think you’re beginning to get the picture,” Jason whispered. With a single fingertip, he caressed the underside of his helpless brother-in-law’s tumid tool. Matt squealed and shivered as a potent erotic thrill shot through his belly. He arched his back, begging wordlessly for more.
And Jason gave him more—more tickling that is. With an evil smile he leaned forward and dug his fingers into Matt’s unbearably sensitive armpits!
“BWAAAA-HAAAA-AAH-HAA-AAH-HAA-HAA-AAH-HAA-HAA!!!” Matt screamed. His bare behind bounced on the mattress as he writhed and wiggled in a frenzy of hysterical hilarity. His belly convulsed, squeezing shriek after shriek of agonized laughter from his aching throat. His skin crawled with gooseflesh, causing the hairs on his arms and legs to stir and stand up. And a tiny, clear, gleaming drop of pre-cum appeared at the very tip of his throbbing cock. Jason smiled when he noticed this.
“Tickle, tickle, TICKLE!” Jason sang as he probed Matt’s sweat-streaked sides. “Who likes to be TICKLED?”
“HIIIIIIEEEEEE-HEE-EEE-HEE-EEE-HEE-HEE-EEE-HEE!!!” Matt squealed. “EEEEEE-HEE!!! EEEEEE-HEE!!! EEEEEE-HEE!!! EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HIIIEEE-HEE-HEE!!!”
“This is what you get for having such NAUGHTY thoughts about me, sweetie.” Jason inserted a probing finger into Matt’s belly button. “But of course, it’s what you LOVE, isn’t it?”
“GAAAAHAAAA-HAA-HAA-AAH-HAA-HAA!!! Matt bellowed. “STOP! STOP IT! EEEEYAAA-HAA-HAA!!! OH-HO-OH-NO-OH-HO-HO-HO-OH YES YES YES!!!”
“Yes what?” Jason inquired with a leer. “Yes, TICKLE you some more? Okay! How about here?” And he transferred his attention to the swollen head of his victim’s yearning cock!
A girlish squeal burst from Matt’s throat as clever fingers began lightly to stroke his rock-hard yet supersensitive joystick and his tense, pulsing balls. He arched his back and wiggled his hips in a desperate attempt to achieve the release he craved, but Jason shook his head. “Not yet, sweetie,” he whispered. “You haven’t been PUNISHED enough. I’m going to TEASE you and TORTURE you and get you so very fucking CLOSE and then I’m going to STOP. What do you think of THAT, hmmmm?”
“UGH-UGH-URRRRUGGGGH!!!” Matt grunted. ‘OH GOD!!! OH PLEASE!!! OH FUCK!!! OH FUCKING SHIT I FUCKING HAVE TO FUCKING CUM!!!”
“But I’m not going to LET you fucking cum,” Jason whispered. “I’m just going to keep doing this until you’re SO close, and then I’m going to STOP!”
Matt’s arms and legs jerked in a frenetic effort to slip the bonds that held him at Jason’s mercy. But it was a waste of energy. There was nothing he could do but writhe and tremble and beg for mercy—and he adored every excruciating SECOND of it—!
“Come on, sweetie,” Jason urged as he tickled the backs of his victim’s legs. “Maybe if you laugh a little LOUDER for me, I’ll make you SQUIRT.”
“GUUUURRRRAAAAH-HAA-AAH-HAA-AAH-HAA-HAA-HAA-HAA!!!” Matt screeched. “OH PLEEEEHEE-EEEE-HEE-HEEESE!!! NOT THERE!!! OH FUCKING SHIT IT TICK-HICK-EEEE-HEE-HEE-HICK-EEE-HEE-HEE-HICK-HICKLES!!!”
“I think you can do better than THAT,” Jason snickered as he stroked Matt’s thighs. “Or do I need to tickle you HARDER?”
“OH-HO!!!” Matt howled. ”OH-HO-HO!!! OH-HO-HO-OH-NO-HO-HO!!!
“Poor baby!” Jason giggled. “You’re just tickled PINK, aren’t you?”
It was the literal truth. Matt was blushing all over with a combination of hilarious anguish and unfulfilled lust. He was laughing like a fucking IDIOT—wiggling like a weasel plugged into a wall outlet—and he’d never felt SEXIER in his fucking LIFE—!
And the same seemed true of his merciless captor. Slender Jason was sporting an impressive erection of his own. Every now and then he’d shudder delicately and pause stroke himself for a moment. It was clear, however, that his ultimate plans involved more than mere masturbation.
“That’s right, sweetie,” Jason sighed during one such pause. “This is all for you when you’re finally ready to accept it.” Once again, he ran the fingers of his free hand through Matt’s chest hair. “But don’t worry—I’ll break you in gently. Promise.”
Then it was back to tickling, and a particularly horrific form of tickling at that. “You know what, sweetie?” Jason cooed. “I think it’s time I got to work on your big bare FEET! What do you think of THAT?”
Matt cringed in dread anticipation as Jason slipped to the floor to kneel at the foot of the bed. Matt’s ankles were securely tied to the brass corner posts, and his feet protruded through the railing. His toes flexed as he waited helplessly for the delicious torment to begin anew.
“So let’s see how you enjoy being my sole mate,” Jason chuckled. “Tickle, tickle, TICKLE!” His sharp nails began to trace the line of Matt’s arches.
“BWAAAAAAH-HAAAAAA-HAA-HAA-HAA-AAH-HAA-HAA-AAH-HAA!!!” Matt bellowed. Intense ticklish thrills shot up his legs, straight into his belly, balls and asshole. He writhed madly as a fresh wave of gooseflesh swept over his body.
“Oh, do you LIKE it when I pet your poor FEET?” Jason sounded slightly short of breath. “Does it make you feel all loose and CRAZY?”
“YEEEEEEHEEEEEE-EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE-HEE!!!” Matt shrieked. The head of his throbbing shaft was now thoroughly lubricated with pre-cum. He arched his back and wiggled his hips in a frantic attempt to achieve the long-denied release that he craved with every atom of his being. “OH-HO!!! OH NO!!! OH-HO-HO-HO!!! OH PLEEEE-HEE-HEEEESE YOU’RE KILLING MEEEEEE-HEE-HEE-EEE-HEE!!!
Jason made no reply. He couldn’t, because by then he’d stuffed his mouth with the squirming toes of Matt’s right foot, and his tongue was busy exploring the tender spots between them.
Somewhat later, having been released from his bonds, Matt made good on his many promises to sweet, slender Jason. God knew what Nancy would think if she ever found out what her husband and her brother had been up to together. That was something he preferred not to think about. But as their tryst continued long into the night, Matt was certain of one thing: He couldn’t have asked for a better brother-in-law!
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Denis gets punished: F/F FFFM/F
I've an other one with a girl tickled by her mother first and than by her brother and sisters at same time. Hope you like it.
Denise Huxtable had just turned 18. A huge plateu in the life of a young girl. Some of her friends had invited her out to celebrate. As she was leaving, her mother, Claire, had reminded her about her curfew.
"Denise, make sure you are home and in bed by midnight. No exceptions."
"Sure, Mom. No problem." She had meant that. She really did. She rarely, if ever, disobeyed her parents. But then, something happened. She was having a great time being out with her freinds and feeling the independence you felt when you turned 18. When midnight came she had no desire to leave. "The hell with it", she thought. Denise didn't get home until 2:00 AM. She snuck in through her window, and quickly got into bed. "The perfect crime", she thought. Her mother would never know what time she got in. She giggled to herself. Life was good. Denise Huxtable drifted off into a deep sleep.
"Wake up, honey. Rise and shine." Claire Huxtable was sweetly whispering in her daughters ear.
Denise slowly started to wake up. But something was wrong. Her mind was hazy and tired, and she didn't immediately realize what it was. But then, it dawned on her. She was tied up. Her arms had been strapped to the headboard, and her ankles were tied to the small dresser at the foot of her bed. Plus, the shirt she had gone to sleep in had been cut just below the breasts, exposing her smooth tummy, and she was wearing a pair of shorts instead of her pants. She looked at her mother alarmingly.
"Mom!?! What's going on? Why am i tied up like this? What happened to my shirt?"
"Sweety, would you like to tell me what time you got home last night?" Claire's voice had an icy coldness to it that made Denise uneasy.
"Ummm, midnight. Just like you said. Now, ummm, why am i tied up?"
"Well, you broke the rules. You disobeyed me. And now you're telling me a bold faced lie."
Denise started to shiver. She thought about just coming clean and admiting what time she came home, but decided against it. And now she felt angry.
"Mom!! You can't keep me tied like this. I have to go to school today."
"Oh no you don't. I called the school. Explained to them that you were sick."
"But i'm not sick."
"No but you are going to be punished." Claire Huxtable smiled deviously at her helpless daughter. Now Denise felt scared. Real fear began to bubble up in her.
"W..what are you going to do?" Denise mawkishly asked, afraid of the answer.
Claire reached under the bed and produced a feather duster. Denise's eyes widened as her mother proclaimed, "I'm just going to do some dusting."
"NO!! Mom, please!! You know how ticklish i am!! Please don't tickle me!!" Denise was now squirming in fear and anticipation.
"Hush now, rulebreaker. It's time to laugh." Claire said as she slid the feather duster down Denise's left underarm. Denise let out a small flurry of giggles.
"HEEEHEEEEE!!! Please!!! That tickles!! Don't....AAIIIIIIEEEEEE!!!!!!"
Denise scremed as Claire started to dust her tummy. Denise felt all of those fluffy, tickly feathers swish all over her tummy, and her sensitive belly button. Her beautiful face erupted into silly, helpless laughter.
"HEEEEHAHHHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAA!!!! OH MOM!!! PLEASE!!!! STOP TICKLING ME!!HAHAHEHHEHEEEEEHEHEEEEE!!! I'M SORRY!!!HEHEEEEHEHEEEE!!!"
"Oh I know you are. But you are really going to be sorry when I'm through with you." And with that, she threw the duster aside, and dragged all ten fingernails down Denise's bare legs causing Denise to howl in ticklish agony and buck her body like a bronco. She now had tears in her eyes, and Claire was starting to tickle her feet. Denise laughed like a loon as Claire scrabbled her long nails all over the ticklish, ticklish bare soles of Denise Huxtable.
"AAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAAAAHAHAHAHAHAAA!!!! NOT MY FEET!!!! NOT MY FEEHEHEEEEHEHEEEEEETTTT!!!!! OHHHHHHHHHH GOOOOAAHAAAAAHAHAAAADDD!!!!"
"Don't use the lord's name in vain!!" Claire snapped as she pinched Denise's knee and kept on tickling her feet.
"WHHAHAAHAHAAAAAAA!!!! I'M SORRY!!!HEHEHHEEEEHAHAHAAAAAAA!!!! I'LL NEVER DISOBEY YOU AGAIN!!!!!HAHAHAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!! PLEASE STOP TICKLING ME!!!!"
Claire didn't pay any attention to her tortured daughter. Instead, she focused all her attention on tickling Denise's soft, pretty toes. Her toes wiggled and wiggled as Claire played this little piggy and just tickled senselessly. Denise was screaming by this time.
"AAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAAAAAAHEHEEEEEEEE!!!!M TOES!!!!HEHEEEHEEHEEEEEE!!!!OH NOT MY TOES!!!!!!! NO MORE PIGGIES!!!! HAHAAHAAAAAAHEHEHEHEHEEEEYAAAAAAA!!!!!"
Claire suddenly stopped tickling her feet and slowlt made her way back up to Denise's tummy. Staring at it devilishly, she began to poke indiscriminately.
"What time did you get home?" *poke*
"HAH!!!HAAAAH!!! 2:00 AM!!!"
"Why did you disobey me?" *poke poke*
"HEEEHSAAHAHAAAA!!! I WAS HAVING FUUUUAHAHAAUUUUUNNNNN!!!"
"Will you ever do it again?" *POKE POKE POKE POKE*
"NAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOO!!!! HEHEHEAHAHAAAA!!!!"
Claire stopped poking at Denise's ticklish tummy. Denise was sweatting and giggling and blubbering. Claire looked her over and decided to drive her point home. She lowered her mouth onto Denise belly button and began to blow rasberries while at the same time, reaching up to hook her fingers into the hollows of Denise's horribly ticklish undearms. Denise giggled and screamed like a baby.
WHAAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEHEHEHEEEEEE!!!! HAHAHAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!NO MORE!!!! HAHAEHEHEEEEHEHEHEYAHAAHAHAAAAAAA!!!!HOO HOO HOO!!!! HOOAHAHAAAAHAHAAAAA!!!!!!"
After a good ten minutes of horrible tickle torture, Claire stopped. Denise lay there, still wiggling and giggling, feeling the after effects of the tickling. She couldn't even look at her mother. Her face was flush red.
"Well, I think you've learned your lesson. But i'll just leave you tied up here to think about what you did, and what happened to you because of it."
Denise's eyes were filled with tears as Claire walked out of the room and closed the door, leaving Denise to ponder what had come of her disobediance.
Downstairs, Claire was sitting at the kitchen table sipping a cup of tea. Just then, Theo, Sondra, Vanessa and Rudy had come home from school. Claire called them each into the kitchen.
"Do kids want a raise in your allowence?" She asked. All 4 children responded with an enthusiastic yes.
"Well then, go upstairs and tickle your sister until she pees."
Theo, Rudy, Vanessa, and Sondra all enthusiasticly ran upstairs to tickle Denise. The always loved to tickle her. She was so ticklish. And now they were getting more money to tickle her.
Claire sat and sipped her tea with a sly smile on her face. Denise's ticklish cries were heard throughout the night. If anything would ever come of this, it be that Denise would never, ever, again disobey her mother.
THE END
I've an other one with a girl tickled by her mother first and than by her brother and sisters at same time. Hope you like it.
Denise Huxtable had just turned 18. A huge plateu in the life of a young girl. Some of her friends had invited her out to celebrate. As she was leaving, her mother, Claire, had reminded her about her curfew.
"Denise, make sure you are home and in bed by midnight. No exceptions."
"Sure, Mom. No problem." She had meant that. She really did. She rarely, if ever, disobeyed her parents. But then, something happened. She was having a great time being out with her freinds and feeling the independence you felt when you turned 18. When midnight came she had no desire to leave. "The hell with it", she thought. Denise didn't get home until 2:00 AM. She snuck in through her window, and quickly got into bed. "The perfect crime", she thought. Her mother would never know what time she got in. She giggled to herself. Life was good. Denise Huxtable drifted off into a deep sleep.
"Wake up, honey. Rise and shine." Claire Huxtable was sweetly whispering in her daughters ear.
Denise slowly started to wake up. But something was wrong. Her mind was hazy and tired, and she didn't immediately realize what it was. But then, it dawned on her. She was tied up. Her arms had been strapped to the headboard, and her ankles were tied to the small dresser at the foot of her bed. Plus, the shirt she had gone to sleep in had been cut just below the breasts, exposing her smooth tummy, and she was wearing a pair of shorts instead of her pants. She looked at her mother alarmingly.
"Mom!?! What's going on? Why am i tied up like this? What happened to my shirt?"
"Sweety, would you like to tell me what time you got home last night?" Claire's voice had an icy coldness to it that made Denise uneasy.
"Ummm, midnight. Just like you said. Now, ummm, why am i tied up?"
"Well, you broke the rules. You disobeyed me. And now you're telling me a bold faced lie."
Denise started to shiver. She thought about just coming clean and admiting what time she came home, but decided against it. And now she felt angry.
"Mom!! You can't keep me tied like this. I have to go to school today."
"Oh no you don't. I called the school. Explained to them that you were sick."
"But i'm not sick."
"No but you are going to be punished." Claire Huxtable smiled deviously at her helpless daughter. Now Denise felt scared. Real fear began to bubble up in her.
"W..what are you going to do?" Denise mawkishly asked, afraid of the answer.
Claire reached under the bed and produced a feather duster. Denise's eyes widened as her mother proclaimed, "I'm just going to do some dusting."
"NO!! Mom, please!! You know how ticklish i am!! Please don't tickle me!!" Denise was now squirming in fear and anticipation.
"Hush now, rulebreaker. It's time to laugh." Claire said as she slid the feather duster down Denise's left underarm. Denise let out a small flurry of giggles.
"HEEEHEEEEE!!! Please!!! That tickles!! Don't....AAIIIIIIEEEEEE!!!!!!"
Denise scremed as Claire started to dust her tummy. Denise felt all of those fluffy, tickly feathers swish all over her tummy, and her sensitive belly button. Her beautiful face erupted into silly, helpless laughter.
"HEEEEHAHHHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAA!!!! OH MOM!!! PLEASE!!!! STOP TICKLING ME!!HAHAHEHHEHEEEEEHEHEEEEE!!! I'M SORRY!!!HEHEEEEHEHEEEE!!!"
"Oh I know you are. But you are really going to be sorry when I'm through with you." And with that, she threw the duster aside, and dragged all ten fingernails down Denise's bare legs causing Denise to howl in ticklish agony and buck her body like a bronco. She now had tears in her eyes, and Claire was starting to tickle her feet. Denise laughed like a loon as Claire scrabbled her long nails all over the ticklish, ticklish bare soles of Denise Huxtable.
"AAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAAAAHAHAHAHAHAAA!!!! NOT MY FEET!!!! NOT MY FEEHEHEEEEHEHEEEEEETTTT!!!!! OHHHHHHHHHH GOOOOAAHAAAAAHAHAAAADDD!!!!"
"Don't use the lord's name in vain!!" Claire snapped as she pinched Denise's knee and kept on tickling her feet.
"WHHAHAAHAHAAAAAAA!!!! I'M SORRY!!!HEHEHHEEEEHAHAHAAAAAAA!!!! I'LL NEVER DISOBEY YOU AGAIN!!!!!HAHAHAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!! PLEASE STOP TICKLING ME!!!!"
Claire didn't pay any attention to her tortured daughter. Instead, she focused all her attention on tickling Denise's soft, pretty toes. Her toes wiggled and wiggled as Claire played this little piggy and just tickled senselessly. Denise was screaming by this time.
"AAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAAAAAAHEHEEEEEEEE!!!!M TOES!!!!HEHEEEHEEHEEEEEE!!!!OH NOT MY TOES!!!!!!! NO MORE PIGGIES!!!! HAHAAHAAAAAAHEHEHEHEHEEEEYAAAAAAA!!!!!"
Claire suddenly stopped tickling her feet and slowlt made her way back up to Denise's tummy. Staring at it devilishly, she began to poke indiscriminately.
"What time did you get home?" *poke*
"HAH!!!HAAAAH!!! 2:00 AM!!!"
"Why did you disobey me?" *poke poke*
"HEEEHSAAHAHAAAA!!! I WAS HAVING FUUUUAHAHAAUUUUUNNNNN!!!"
"Will you ever do it again?" *POKE POKE POKE POKE*
"NAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOO!!!! HEHEHEAHAHAAAA!!!!"
Claire stopped poking at Denise's ticklish tummy. Denise was sweatting and giggling and blubbering. Claire looked her over and decided to drive her point home. She lowered her mouth onto Denise belly button and began to blow rasberries while at the same time, reaching up to hook her fingers into the hollows of Denise's horribly ticklish undearms. Denise giggled and screamed like a baby.
WHAAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEHEHEHEEEEEE!!!! HAHAHAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!NO MORE!!!! HAHAEHEHEEEEHEHEHEYAHAAHAHAAAAAAA!!!!HOO HOO HOO!!!! HOOAHAHAAAAHAHAAAAA!!!!!!"
After a good ten minutes of horrible tickle torture, Claire stopped. Denise lay there, still wiggling and giggling, feeling the after effects of the tickling. She couldn't even look at her mother. Her face was flush red.
"Well, I think you've learned your lesson. But i'll just leave you tied up here to think about what you did, and what happened to you because of it."
Denise's eyes were filled with tears as Claire walked out of the room and closed the door, leaving Denise to ponder what had come of her disobediance.
Downstairs, Claire was sitting at the kitchen table sipping a cup of tea. Just then, Theo, Sondra, Vanessa and Rudy had come home from school. Claire called them each into the kitchen.
"Do kids want a raise in your allowence?" She asked. All 4 children responded with an enthusiastic yes.
"Well then, go upstairs and tickle your sister until she pees."
Theo, Rudy, Vanessa, and Sondra all enthusiasticly ran upstairs to tickle Denise. The always loved to tickle her. She was so ticklish. And now they were getting more money to tickle her.
Claire sat and sipped her tea with a sly smile on her face. Denise's ticklish cries were heard throughout the night. If anything would ever come of this, it be that Denise would never, ever, again disobey her mother.
THE END
