Cbarton
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It's been a while, so I thought I would post one I wrote a while back. I hope everyone enjoys it. This one was one of my favorites, written especially for a friend.
Ashleigh shivered as she tried to walk against the rain. The night had not started well and was getting worse by the minute. Her thin, halter-style aquamarine bikini top did not cover much, as did her matching Brazilian-style string bottoms. Her semi-sheer wrap skirt gave a little cover to her legs, but not much as the wind tried to whip it off her. “Everyone wants me naked…even the wind” she murmured to herself as she kept on walking. All she could do was hope that her instincts were right about where she was and, more importantly, where she was headed.
The night was supposed to be an ‘beach party’ with a group of friends and their dates. Even though she didn’t know Carl well, she knew many of the others who were going so she felt safe going to it. Halfway there, Carl pulled over and decided that it was time to test the knots holding her swimwear on. She was able to fight him off, only to find that the party was just a ruse for all the guys to get their girls in bikinis and take advantage of the lack of apparel. Ashleigh proved not to be easy pickings and fought him off, eventually grabbing her purse and fleeing out the door. Carl was decent looking, but she did have her standards, especially on only the second or third date. He cussed her out and just left her there in the building October thunderstorm.
She looked around, trying to figure out where she was and how far away home and the town was. She was relieved to be able to see familiar landmarks between burst of lateral lightning. She was at least 10 miles west of town, about halfway between Thunder Ridge and Lake Cumberton. Not good. Using her cell was no use since her parents were out of town and all her friends were either involved in this ‘party’ or out of town as well. She thought, then looked around again. There, she saw it. Lights for a house. And, if she had her directions right, it was not just any house. It should be Mr. Carver’s house. She smiled as the cold rain started to pelt her sexy frame. It might be a mile or two, but it beat walking ten or more to town. Besides, it would be good to see him again.
Taylor Carver had been the Wood Shop teacher at her high school. He was the best woodworker within several counties and enjoyed teaching woodworking to all that signed up for the class at school. His wife, Tina, taught Home Economics and had been Ashleigh’s Pompon coach. She was a top-notch choreographer and the squad always did well in district and state meets. She and Tina had always hit it off well and Tina’s mentoring had inspired Ashleigh to go to college and become a teacher. Her major was more toward English and literature, but her goal was to be a teacher just like Ms. Carver. The coming year would be her final year and then she could finally be like Tina. The thought only made the tragedy seem worse.
It had happened, what, 12 months ago? No, it was 17 months ago, during the local version of March Madness, the sectional basketball tournament. Her school had been the host that year, and the team played well. The Cheer and Pompon squads had even worked together to choreograph a routine for each game, a once in a lifetime occurrence for the squads. The home team had made it to the finals, the winner going to state tournament. It took overtime, but the home team won a very close one. There was much celebrating that night. Ashleigh had been at college, but listened to the game on the local radio station’s web cast.
With all the players, cheer squads, parents, and coaches, it was a madhouse all week. Tina had her hands full since many of the visiting players wanted a piece of the girls on her squad. One unruly star forward even had cornered one of the more diminutive Pompon girls and was about to accost her when Tina and Taylor pulled him off. Tina threatened him with the police as Taylor lead him off to take him back to his coach, informing him what the boy had tried to do. The coach brushed it off. It was poetic justice for the girl when the player was ejected from the finals for cussing out one of the referees during the overtime period.
At this point, many details got sketchy. Taylor had been in their Jeep, waiting for Tina to join him after making sure all her girls had rides and were on their way home. He saw her start to walk across the parking lot towards him when he saw a set of car lights coming toward her. Before he could cry out to warn her, the car struck her and sped off. He got the make, model, and license as others came to help. Tina died from the injuries two days later. The car belonged to the parents of one of the players from the opposing teams. Some witnesses said the player that Taylor and Tina confronted was in the vehicle. They tried to pass it off as an accident, but there was no rain or ice on the roads that night. The player’s father had political clout in the county and the kids got off scot free, in spite of the evidence presented. Taylor had felt the school had not tried hard enough to go after them and quit teaching at the school in protest, becoming a recluse.
Ashleigh kept walking as the winds picked up and the rain came down in torrents. She was shivering now as the temperature outside was falling. She looked down and tried to adjust her top. It barely concealed her ample breasts, a large bump on each as she reacted from the cold. It was maybe, what, half a mile from here? It was hard to walk on the gravel road in her heels. Not real high or spikes, but high enough to be a challenge on the loose gravel of the road. She thought back to better days, the summer after her 8th grade year.
Many times that summer, she and her mother had driven down this road to “The Carver’s Shop.” That summer, she was getting a brand new bedroom suite for her birthday. Taylor Carver had a very successful business making wood furniture and other items. Ashleigh loved the visits to the woodshop. She loved the smell of fresh sawdust, it reminded her of her grandpa’s barn, a skilled woodworker when he was alive. She would slowly run her hands and fingers over the items in the store, feeling the intricate details cut into the wood and how smooth Mr. Carver had made them. Her mom had let her pick out whatever design she wanted, and had picked out a very detailed design. Every week they went to give him measurements and to let Ashleigh see how the project was progressing. Many times she got to watch him cut the timbers and use the routers and jigs to make the design she had picked out.
She also developed her first REAL BIG CRUSH that summer on him. She never let is show or told anyone, but it had been hard and real. She had also become good friends with Tina that year, especially since she made the Pompon squad. Many times they would arrive, seeing no one around, but often hearing her laughter from inside the barn. Her mom would call out, and then they would both come out, smiling. Tina always had hot looking tops that flashed her firm tummy and flattered her legs and bottom. Ashleigh took this as a cue on how to dress, and, in causal summer moments still dressed that way. Trying to get Mr. Carver’s eye? Maybe, but she knew it was just a schoolgirl crush, no matter how hot her bedtime dreams were of him.
Ashleigh finally reached the door, soaked and shivering hard. Any further and she knew she might get hypothermia. She lifted up a severly trembling arm, the muscles shaking so bad from the cold that she looked like she was having a seizure. She rapped as hard as she could on the door, praying that Mr. Carver was home.
Taylor Carver was in his recliner by the fireplace, reading the latest Sue Grafton novel. They had been Tina’s favorite and had got him hooked on them. She had got him hooked on a lot of things since they had met. Now, all that was gone. The house always seemed so quiet now with her gone. The silence was deafening, some days driving him to madness. He missed her voice, her smile, her music (she was always humming or singing), and laughter. Oh, how he missed the laughter.
He jumped with a start when he heard the knock on the door. “Who would be coming out here, especially on a night like this?” he wondered to himself as he walked to the door. He would do his best to get rid of them so he could live his self-imposed exile in peace. With all the details of Tina’s death, he wanted nothing to do with anyone. The county and school district had betrayed him, allowing her murderers to run free. He wanted nothing to do with anyone, except for business.
He opened the door, and was shocked at what he saw. Ashleigh Morgan stood before him, shivering hard as she wore only a bikini and wrap skirt, barely covering her 5’6” frame. It had been 3 years since he had seen her last, and her curves had developed well, but he knew it was her. He gulped and exclaimed, “Ashleigh? What are you doing out like this? Please…come in, quick!” He helped her inside, leading her to a soft recliner nearest the roaring fireplace. He grabbed a quilt off the couch and wrapped her in it. Her teeth were chattering too much to reply, all she was able to do was follow where he lead her and wrap up in the thick warm quilt, recognizing it as one Tina had made at school one year. Taylor walked off and quickly started some water on the stove to make some tea for her.
He brought it out and set it on the end table nearest her. By then, she had started to warm up and told him her tale of the ultimate nightmare date she had been involved in tonight. As she talked, he looked at her closely. One of the old running jokes when Ashleigh had been in high school was her very close physical resemblance to Tina. Many joked that that Ashleigh had been either Tina’s long lost baby sister or even Tina’s secret daughter, given up at birth. During a homecoming skirt spoofing the teachers, she even had done such a flawless impersonation that many still claimed that it was really Tina up there. It was as if Tina had come back from the dead or time had gone backwards as Ashleigh spoke.
Ashleigh soaked up the heat as well as Mr. Carver’s rapt attention. Although he was maybe 20 years her senior, he still looked hot. She had not been in the house since graduation, but it all looked so familiar to her. She started to relax as she got warmed by the fir and the quilt. The storm raged even harder outside.
“So, do you need to call your parents?” he asked after she finished her tale
“No need, they are out of state for the weekend, wouldn’t do me any good.”
“Well, you can just stay here until the weather clears, or morning, whatever comes first, it’s not safe to drive you home right now.” Ashleigh smiled, thinking about Carl trying to get home in the storm, perhaps wrecking his precious muscle car. “Would serve him right,” she thought to herself. She crossed her legs again, and the quilt opened, showing Taylor her long, sleek legs. She saw it, started to close the quilt, but instead decided to leave it the way it was. “Hey, it may be ‘schoolgirl,’ but why not flirt a little. May be the only time I get to live the fantasy. It will be some harmless fun…” The ideas floated through her head. She kept the quilt around her upper body, only revealing her legs to him. She hadn’t really flirted with anyone one in months and felt quite eager to partake in one of her favorite pastimes.
Taylor’s eyes quietly scanned up and down her calves and thighs. He had been in his self-imposed exile for over a year now, and the sight of her legs began to stir some long extinct embers inside him. He tried to ignore the view, but her likeness to his late wife was overwhelming him. He decided to try to distract himself. “Do you need a refill on your tea?” he asked, looking for an excuse to step out of the room.
“Sure, that would be wonderful,” she replied. She adjusted her position, revealing more thigh as she did. He silently gulped, then stood and retreated to the kitchen. Ashleigh noted her actions were working on him as he stood. She loved campfires and fireplaces. They always were fun and relaxing to her. Some of her first sexual experiences occurred around the fire, with hidden hands under blankets exploring gloriously forbidden places. Though her body was warming, her nips were still hard, aroused just from being in the room with him. She adjusted her top to emphasize her bust line, then closed the quilt up, showing all leg as he return with tea for them both. She made a point of touching his hands as he handed her the cup and saucer. Strong, but soft skin was felt by her fingertips as she took it from him.
Taylor felt the heat from her touch. When he handed the cup to her, her reach caused her to lean forward, causing a bend in the quilt. His eyes could not miss the view of her ample breasts, barely contained by the top. His eyes lingered for a second, then darted to her eyes, acting as if he had seen nothing. He moved back to the love seat opposite the recliner she was in, an ornate coffee table of his own design between them. He fought off thoughts of pulling her to the love seat or onto the coffee table. Every time he looked at her, he saw Tina. Every her actions were just like how Tina would have behaved. He desperately needed to distract his mind. “So, how does school look for you this fall?”
“Great. Can’t wait for it to start so I can get done. I get to do all my practicums this fall and spring. No more boring lectures. Will be glad to get some action…” she replied. As she spoke, she shifted her body, the quilt opening enough to show her bikini bottoms when she said ‘action.’ All perfectly timed. She had used this trick before with success. Taylor saw it all and was unable to ignore it.
“So…are you all warmed up now?” He looked towards her face to try to stop the heat rising in his own body
“Oh yeah…feels good here by the fire. This quilt is good for snuggling…too bad I have no one to share it with…” She got up…keeping the quilt covering her up top and moved to the roped rug on the floor in front of the fire. She stretched out, fully opening the quilt on the floor to reveal her body to Taylor. One shoulder strap had slid off, fully baring the shoulder completely and exposing the side of one breast. She didn’t bother to pull it up. “Too bad there was no party tonight. I love beach side campfires. So relaxing and fun. Do you like them?” She turned her head, giving her patented slow eyebrow raise that melted every guy on campus. Her shoulders turned slowly as well, giving him a full view of her torso. Her body was silhouetted by the fire, creating a pose the Hefner and Guiccione would have started a bidding war over.
“Y-yes…I...always have…” he stuttered out, trying to act as if she was not affecting him, and failing badly. He adjusted his position trying to hide his arousal, but just made it worse. It was taking everything he had to resist moving closer to her. To him, she was still one of the students, in spite of the fact that it was nearly 4 years ago and she was definitely all grown up, ripe and ready to be picked. His pulse was racing as fast as his mind, the part of him aching for her fighting against the part resisting her siren song. “we used to do it…all the time…”
“I bet you did. Lot’s of fun I bet…” she purred out with sexuality dripping like honey from her lips. She could literally see him weakening. But how to get him closer to her. She thought., then came up with a fiendishly wicked plan. She grimaced and reached down for her left calf. “OWWWW” she wailed out…and stretched as if reaching for her foot.
“What’s wrong?”
“Cramp…big time….”
Taylor moved toward her quickly, kneeling at her feet. He grabbed the left foot and pulled the toes and top of foot back to straighten out the muscle. Ashleigh feigned some relief as he did this, massaging her calf to get rid of the phantom clenched muscle fibers. “Ohhh…yes….keep it up...it’s starting to help...” she moaned as he held her foot. His hands felt strong. She was so eager for them to touch her in other places. She started to relax at the proper time, moaning in relief to arouse him more. “Thanks…feels much better…now.”
“The calf relaxed now?” He moved his fingers toward the spot she had been rubbing. He did, his fingers grazed over her soles. She gave out a loud giggle as he did.
He gripped her foot as she laughed. “Are you OK?” he asked when he stopped his fingers form moving.
“Ye-hes…I’m just a bit ti-hicklish there…”
“You…are?” Taylor’s eyes opened in shock. The giggles she uttered seemed to have sparked something in him, as Ashleigh saw the expression on his face change. His eyes were burning with a different desire now it appeared. It was almost a scary feeling now. She tried to back away, but he held her foot too tight. He slowly slid his fingertips up and down her sole.
“Ticklish? Here?” he asked. She tried to say “no’ but giggles overwhelmed her. She fought to pull away, but his grip was like a vice.
“No-hohoho…please…stop…don’t tihihihickle meeehee…” she pleaded as he kept it up. His fingers seemed to move instinctually all over her soles. Her soles were very sensitive, and the slightest brush sent tickling madness all over her brain. It was a weakness she had kept hidden all her life. Taylor had found it and was exploiting it. Her body shook as she tried to fight and resist it. She weakened quickly, unable to kick his hands off. She fell back onto the rug and quilt, squirming and giggling.
Taylor kept it up for about a minute, his fingertips expertly finding all the sweet spots on her soles. Memories flooded his mind. Of Tina. Summer days. Winter nights. And laughter. Sweet sweet laughter. Ashleigh was a giggling, weak mass in no time.
He pulled her toward the edge of the rug, holding her down. She tried to struggle, but was unable to free both feet now. As he held her legs down, he started rolling her up inside the rug. Soon, she was unable to move, only her feet, head and shoulders visible. When he stopped, she was face down, with him sitting at the foot end. He sat there and waited a moment. Ashleigh knew what a helpless state she was in and tried to break free. But, the rug was too thick and heavy.
Taylor saw her feet. Long soles, High arches and thin toes. So much like Tina’s he almost thought he was hallucinating. He reached down, wedging his fingers between her toes and began to wiggle his fingers. The sensation made Ashleigh shriek. He did this for a minute or two, though it seemed like a hour to the now defenseless Ashleigh. The sound was like music to his ears, like that of a deaf man who just was healed and could hear again. He played in one of her arches, one then the other. It brought back memories of meeting and dating Tina. Of the night she begged him to play with her feet and he learned of her favorite kink: being tickled. He had never heard of it before that night, but as they fell more and more in love, he became hooked when he saw how she enjoyed it and get aroused by it. It became a complete part of them, equivalent to a greeting kiss as well as foreplay and part of the act itself.
Ashleigh’s feet were towards the fire, her face towards the coffee table. Not being able to see what he was doing made the sensations worse. When he finally stopped, she hoped it meant he was done punishing her for flirting like she had done. That HAD to be the reason he was doing this, right? Wasn’t that the only reason to be tickled like this? Punishment? She tried to get her breath as she saw Taylor walk by her, toward the coffee table.
“P-p-please…Mr. Carver….let me go…I promise to stop...well you know…acting like a...a…a…” The words had trouble coming out.
He said nothing. He stopped at the table and took all the books and pictures off of it. She watched as he removed the thick table top and moved it against the recliner. He slid several small board out of the feet of the table frame, flipped them over and slid some if them in, revealing two bottom moon-halves on each table leg. She watched next in shock as he dragged the rug and her towards the table legs. He positioned the rug so her feet and head were near them. He placed one at her feet, her ankles fitting along the carves out spots. In a flash, he slid in two more boards and she felt wood and a soft material around her ankles.
“M-Mr Taylor, what are you…doing?” Her voice started quivering in fear, some deep internal sense telling her what it was. She tried to kick her feet free, but the stocks were too well made. They locked in tight and Taylor’s hand already attached the pieces that held them in place. He then started to unwind the carpet. He knew she would not be able to get away. As the rug loosened, she was able to breathe easier. She fought to free her hands to defend herself. As she did, he pounced on her ribs. Her reflexes brought her harms down…trying to stop him. Her ribs were as ticklish as her feet. She giggled loudly as he poked her. Now she regretted the bikini she was wearing, making everything so easy to reach.
Taylor grabbed her wrists, holding them in one hand as he grabbed the other table leg. In spite of her struggles, he was able to lock her wrists in place. Ashleigh was now bound and helpless before him. He stood over her, looking her over. Her body was a little sweaty and had a sexy, wet sheen. He licked his lips as he looked her over. Her body was firm and lean. Bust line had to be at least a 34-36D. Her legs were long and muscular. All in one sexy, helpless package.
He walked to the table top, which was still leaning against the recliner Ashleigh had been sitting in earlier. He slowly spun it around on one of its corners until the bottom was facing them both. It was not until then that Ashleigh saw what looked like a square door in it, almost completely hidden from view. Taylor pulled on the panel and it slid open. Ashleigh looked in shock as she saw what lay behind the door. “Oh God, please…no….not that…anything but that!” She stared in horror as he reached inside the secret compartment.
There were ‘Tina’s Toys,’ as she and Taylor referred to them. A collection of feathers, brushes, and other devices, all created for ticklish turmoil and pleasure. The had not been used or even seen since Tina’s tragic death, but tonight they would make up for lost time. He reached in and pulled out what looked like a miniature feather duster, holding it to the light. It was his favorite tool, and he would start with it. He moved to her side. “Please…it’s been so long, Ashleigh….forgive me…” he whispered as he slowly stroked the duster across her tight belly. He knew this was wrong, but could not stop himself. It had been two long years. Tonight, all that lay dormant would finally come alive in him again.
“NO! PLE-HEE-HEESE!!!” she cried out as the duster made circles on her belly. Ashleigh had always been insanely ticklish all over, a secret she had kept well hidden over the years. She tried to resist the sensations generated all over her abdomen. But Taylor was well skilled after many years with Tina, and fiendishly explored her belly with the duster, noting her reaction to every spot touched by the stiff ends. She tried to move or shift positions to avoid its touch, but the custom made stocks prevented much movement. She gritted her teeth hard, not wanting to give in to the sensations. She could feel her mind filling with the urge to laugh and giggle. It was welling up in her throat like a geyser ready to erupt. Her tummy wasn’t her weakest area, so she was able to fight it.
Taylor could see her resisting as well. He reached over to the table top, and pulled out a small white feather, no more than half an inch long. He slowly moved it over her, hovering over her navel. She shook her head back and forth. “No…pleheese…not that!” He smiled as he lowered it. As the duster made its long slow strokes, he inserted the small feather into her deep navel, spinning the quill between his fingers. The edges swirled inside, hitting all over her skin folds. She gulped as this new sensation hit her. It was hard enough fighting one sensation. She had never had to fight two different feathers at once.
“No…Mr. Carharharharver…stop..ple-hee-HEE HEE HEE HEE…” was all she could get out. She could no longer hold it in. It shot out like a rocket as she squealed in a ticklish frenzy. All she could do now was wiggle as she laughed. He matched the belly strokes to her movements, driving her crazy. Deep down she wanted to plead for mercy. All that would come out of her mouth was laughter. He kept the motions up for several minutes, not wanting to tire her too quickly. He had a long night planned for her. He set both aside as he moved toward her face. He reached back and got out two makeup brushes. Her laughter slowed as he moved closer to her. She caught her breath as she was the new weapons in his hands.
“W-hat are you going to…do…with th-those?” she pleaded between breaths. She looked in his eyes and saw a sexual fire she had rarely seen in any guy. It was a fire that filled her with fear...and delight. He was no longer Mr. Carver. He was a man. A man on a mission, and that mission was her. She suddenly wanted to act and pose sexy again, silently cursing her state of bondage. “Please….tell me….Mr. Carver….please…”
“Please, call me Taylor now. We are no longer at school…” he replied as he started one brush on her smooth armpit. He slowly moved this one in a large circle, making the circle into a spiral moving inward. Her giggles broke out instantly, any resistance removed by the belly tickling earlier. Smaller and smaller agonizing tickles shot thru her armpits right to her brain. She pulled down with her arms, her natural instincts trying to protect herself, but the wooden stocks held her fast. Her, the sensation created nothing but giggles. But, the sensation was impossible to ignore, let alone not react to. They started small but slowly built until the room was filled with the sound of her girlish uttering. Very quickly, Taylor started the brush on her other pit. She begged him to stop, not to do both armpits, knowing it would be ignored.
The brushing on her armpits was long, slow, and agonizing. He seemed so into it that Ashleigh feared he keep this up until daybreak. Taylor watched the time carefully and stopped, allowing Ashleigh to rest and gain back her breath and voice. It was good to be doing this again. He had not been alone with a woman since his wife’s death. His libido and soul longed for connection. When she had flashed her legs at him under the quilt, his mind had already snapped and made the decision to pounce. Ashleigh seemed as ticklish as Tina had been, if not more so far. He was even willing to risk being arrested or worse, the urge was so strong. Since this would be a great probability, he planned on pushing her to the very edge and more. He may as well go out in a final complete session, he figured. He had already lost his wife, given up his job, withdrawn from his friends. What else did he have left to lose?
He put the brushes away, looking over the collection of tools. He thought for a moment, looking her over. “Where do we go next?” he thought to himself. With Tina, he always alternated between areas he enjoyed tickling with areas where she wanted to be tickled and aroused. He scanned Ashleigh’s slender, sexy body. She shuddered with anticipation, scared of what was yet to come. She looked him over. He was still in great shape, wearing jeans and a polo shirt. “Dear God,” she thought, “he’s as hot now as he was back in school, if not hotter.” She felt herself becoming aroused again looking at him, despite herself. She had been in heat over him since her sophomore year. She had fantasized and even tried to work out a plot to get him to be her first. Part of her still wanted him inside her, but not like this. Her previous sexual encounters had been fun, but not as thrilling as she had wanted. Perhaps she had still been yearning for him all this time. Now, all she wanted was out and away. As far away as possible. She looked down and tried not to gasp. Her thoughts about him had started a reaction as she saw the two bumps remained in her bikini top. Or, that’s what should have caused them to stay hard. But, they seemed to be way too big for her to have just started thinking about him.
Taylor saw them too. He smiled, making his decision. He reached for two feather dusters, normal sized. “No, not again…please…Mr. Car…I mean Taylor….no more….I can’t take it…”
“Hmmm, I think you can take much more…your body betrays you. Besides, you’ll enjoy this part.” He knelt beside her, reaching behind her head. His fingers found the knot for the neck strings of her top. He slowly began to tug on one string..
Ashleigh’s eyes got very big as she felt what he was doing. “No…please…that’s not fair. Leave my clothes alone. I don’t want you to see me…not like this…not…this…way…” she cried. Her long held fantasies of undressing before him to see her nude the first time was now being cruelly stolen away.. The knot gave way, two long ties hanging to the floor. Taylor next reached behind her back, slowly undoing the knot there. He enjoyed the slow, erotic reaction this was creating in is mind and loins. It was like a slow striptease that he controlled. He heard her whimper again as the back knot untied. Her bikini top just hung there, barely covering her full breasts.
He straddled her and looked down on her, his legs just below the base of her breasts. “Don’t worry, it will stay on as long as you let it.. Just hold still and it will stay on.” He said, reaching his hands toward her sides.
“Oh no…not there…please…I’m super ticklish there. I won’t be able to stay still. Anything but that…PLEASE!!!” she cried out. She somehow knew exactly what was next. Her big, full breasts, the envy of her friends and the main target of most of her boyfriends, would be exposed in no time flat. “Anything…ANYTHING but my ribs…..”
“Too late…” he replied as he dug his fingers in deep. She tried to hold still, resist the urge to move, to laugh, to giggle, to wiggle. Her sides were one of her most ticklish areas, and they were defenseless to his attack. His fingers dug deep and swift, all the years of working with his woodcarving tools making them nimble and quick. She held position for about one, maybe two minutes, the laughter coming quick but not allowing her body to move. She was desperate to not let her top jiggle off her boobs. She had to save them, protect them from his gaze. The harder she fought, the deeper his fingers dug in.
Soon, he saw her hips start to sway, as if to try to bump him away. He softened his tickling, making it lighter. Her sexy giggles replaced the laughter. She soon found that the giggles made her want to move even more that the hard laughter. It was madness! She felt her hips move a little more, despite her attempts to stop. The top was still covering her hard nips and breasts, but not by much. Taylor suddenly smiled that fiendish smile again, knowing how to break her resistance. He reached over for the small, white feather again as he kept the light ribbing going on one side. “No…not that…not again….that’s cruel….” she screamed.
Taylor ignored the plea as he inserted it into her navel again. She bit at her lips to try and block it out. She couldn’t. Her abdomen started to try to avoid the feather again…moving side to side…up and down. As she did this, he dug hard into the most sensitive area of her ribs. She squealed and shrieked as her body felt the attack. She started to try to move away from the fingers and feather. Left, right, up, down. All she wanted now was to avoid it In a few seconds, her top had fallen off. Her bared breasts now jiggled and shook before him. He kept it up a few minutes to enjoy the sight. He stopped after 5 minutes, allowing her to catch her breath and to allow him to kneel at her side and prepare for the next activity.
He pulled out a large, light blue ostrich plume. Starting on her left, he slowly drew it across both breasts, taking at least 30 seconds to go from the outside of her left breast to the right side of the right one. She gasped softly, giggling as thousands of tiny tendrils tauntingly stoked the skin of her breasts and nipples. Not one spot on her breasts went untouched. He repeated the motion, this time going right to left. She wiggled and giggled as the stroking resumed. This felt wonderful to her. Instead of a heavy tickling sensation, this felt more sexual, more erotic. She felt her nips tighten with each tendril, allowing herself to feel and enjoy rather than resist. Taylor repeated this motion about 5 times, setting the plume aside. She whimpered as he stopped, this time aching for more rather than begging for him to stop.
He held up two feather dusters, these normal sized. Even in her highly aroused state, she could see that some of the feathers inside the dusters were missing. “They must be old ones,” she thought, worn out from too much use perhaps. He lowered each one to opposite nipples, the tips of the feathers just barely brushing the hard, throbbing buds. She moaned as pleasure shot through each one, driving her mad with lust now. She tried to lift herself up towards them, to get more contact, but she was not able to move. Then, he lowered them onto her breasts. The hollowed areas were about the size of her breasts, and now she understood why. He moved them all over her boobs, and she cooed with delight as the soft feathers hit the rounded mounds she had sought to protect so hard earlier.
Taylor smiled at her reaction. She was reacting the same way Tina had. He looked down on her loins and saw the tell-tale moistness of her body beginning to give in. Ashleigh’s eyes were closed, allowing the sensations on her breasts to arouse her, stimulate her the way her body had always wanted to feel. She bit her lower lip as she felt a tell-all twitch in her slit. One of the muscles in her vaginal walls began to twitch and tingle. This only happened when she was highly sexually aroused. She tried to make it stop, but it started again, resisting her wishes. When this happened, she had to have it, then and now. It would twitch and keep twitching until she could find a way to ‘relieve’ herself. “No, not here...not like this,” she told herself as it started to grow inside her.
She opened her eyes when Taylor took the dusters away, half grateful for it stopping, half wishing he would never stop. She saw him pulling at the string ties for her bikini bottoms. She didn’t beg for him to stop. She didn’t want him to see her freshly shaven mound, but knew that she could not stop him. Besides, the twitching was still going on and it was making her hornier than anything. He removed her bottoms quietly and quickly this time. Reaching for the ostrich plume again, she braced herself for the tendrils about to hit her beltline and lower. Instead, she gasped in surprise as she felt the tendrils on her behind. Soft, slow circles on one cheek, then the other. Her reflexes tried to pull away, or shift her hips left or right, but she could not avoid its touch. She started to giggle again, like with the armpits. He slowed the pace of the plume to make her move her hips is a slow, sexy, provocative manner, driving her crazy. He could also see that her gates were wet and swollen. They betrayed her state of arousal.
As he kept the plume moving and her giggling uncontrollably, he slid two gloves out of the tabletop. They were leather driving gloves, with a small feather attached to each fingertip. He pushed them by her feet without her seeing. She was too busy giggling and moving her hips to notice. She knew he was making her move like that. She was helpless to stop it, and the sensation was like nothing she had felt before. Horrid, yet at the same time it felt very erotic and arousing. Each motion caused air to brush her lower lips, making them tingle all the more.
She felt it stop, and looked to see Taylor kneeling at her feet. She looked at him with heavy, lust filled eyes. “Please…you’ve had your fun. I can tell by your jeans you’re getting off on this. Please, my…my pussy needs to cum bad. You can screw me like this, or carry me to your bedroom and take me. I don’t care. Please, I need it bad. You got me this way…please….just…finish me….”
Taylor knew she was telling the truth. In fact, this was the moment he had been preparing her for. All his actions had been to get her to this state. “You will soon, I promise. But first, there is one last thing I must do. I will not be complete without it.” He pulled on the gloves, and she saw them now for the first time. It didn’t take long to figure out what they were for.
“Oh gawd, not that….not there….not my feet! Please. I promise you, I can’t take much tickling there. It’s my worst spot, my weakest spot. You’ll kill me if you do any more. Please, Tay-yayayayaylohorhorhor….” She tried to finish but his feather-tipped fingers were already over her soft soles. Ashleigh went straight to out of control, helplessly ticklish laughter as soon as they hit. His fingers went all over. Soles, toes, between the toes, arches, balls, heels. No spot was missed. She laughed so hard she could feel her body shake. It took one minute into it for her to feel the vibrations also hitting her clit and lips. She felt the twitch growing hard inside her. She had only cum once before in her life, a boyfriend who actually ate her out well enough to trigger it. But this one, this one felt different. She also could feel that the vibrations on her body were enough to get her close, but she was so overwhelmed by laughter that she somehow knew that she wasn’t going to cum, yet. It was as if she knew the Taylor had more up his sleeve. She must have been going delirious, or maybe insane as she thought she could hear Tina saying, “Give in to it, the best part is yet to come, for you to cum…”
Taylor lost track of time as he went to town on her feet. Fast, slow, long, short, lines, circles. His fingers did them all on her soft soles and toes. He looked at her face, red and sweaty from all the laughter induced by his actions. He decided she had experienced enough. He stopped on her feet and reached further north. He stroked her clit and pussy with three of his feathery fingertips. By the third stroke, a massive orgasm hit her like a locomotive and she screamed out, this time feeling the most intense pleasure she ever had known. He kept it up, as wave upon wave upon wave hit her, each stronger than the last. After the fifth, he stopped. Her body shook and trembled as delight filled her.
Suddenly, she started giggling again. At first, Taylor looked at his own hands to make sure he had stopped, which he had. It grew and grew until the volume matched her first orgasmic yell. The sound filled the room. To Ashleigh, all she could feel was the walls of her canal tingling and twitching, as if he was feathering her inside and out. She looked and saw he was not touching her. Undaunted, she let the sensations take her as she was hit by a massive, giggly climax. It lasted about 30 seconds, then she collapsed, smiling as a near unconscious state enveloped her. Taylor quickly freed her from her bonds and carried her to his bedroom. He laid her on the bed, pulling a comforter over her. As he did, she reached up and took his arm.
Their eyes met, and she slowly pulled him towards her, This time, she was in control, pulling his face to hers as she planted a soft, deep kiss to his lips. “That was the wildest thing I’ve ever felt….please…stay here with me. Don’t leave me alone like this.” She kissed him again as he reached for the light…
Taylor was hard at work in the woodshed. He was outside using his router to carve a design into the headboard. This would be the example for his students to follow at school next week. When he finished, he heard some familiar giggles behind him. He turned to see Ashleigh standing there, in her standard tube top and tight denim shorts. She motioned for him to come into the indoor part of the work area. The three years had gone so fast: graduation, the wedding, the school year. Ashleigh was teaching literature at the school and he was back teaching woodworking. It was good to feel normal again.
Ashleigh reached up and grabbed to handles in the ceiling above her. It had been two horribly long days since he had given her a good ticklin’ and she knew this pose would be irresistible to him. As he turned the corner and saw her defenseless ribs, he smiled and wiggled his fingers as he walked toward her. The rest of the headboard would have to wait…
The Carver's House
Ashleigh shivered as she tried to walk against the rain. The night had not started well and was getting worse by the minute. Her thin, halter-style aquamarine bikini top did not cover much, as did her matching Brazilian-style string bottoms. Her semi-sheer wrap skirt gave a little cover to her legs, but not much as the wind tried to whip it off her. “Everyone wants me naked…even the wind” she murmured to herself as she kept on walking. All she could do was hope that her instincts were right about where she was and, more importantly, where she was headed.
The night was supposed to be an ‘beach party’ with a group of friends and their dates. Even though she didn’t know Carl well, she knew many of the others who were going so she felt safe going to it. Halfway there, Carl pulled over and decided that it was time to test the knots holding her swimwear on. She was able to fight him off, only to find that the party was just a ruse for all the guys to get their girls in bikinis and take advantage of the lack of apparel. Ashleigh proved not to be easy pickings and fought him off, eventually grabbing her purse and fleeing out the door. Carl was decent looking, but she did have her standards, especially on only the second or third date. He cussed her out and just left her there in the building October thunderstorm.
She looked around, trying to figure out where she was and how far away home and the town was. She was relieved to be able to see familiar landmarks between burst of lateral lightning. She was at least 10 miles west of town, about halfway between Thunder Ridge and Lake Cumberton. Not good. Using her cell was no use since her parents were out of town and all her friends were either involved in this ‘party’ or out of town as well. She thought, then looked around again. There, she saw it. Lights for a house. And, if she had her directions right, it was not just any house. It should be Mr. Carver’s house. She smiled as the cold rain started to pelt her sexy frame. It might be a mile or two, but it beat walking ten or more to town. Besides, it would be good to see him again.
Taylor Carver had been the Wood Shop teacher at her high school. He was the best woodworker within several counties and enjoyed teaching woodworking to all that signed up for the class at school. His wife, Tina, taught Home Economics and had been Ashleigh’s Pompon coach. She was a top-notch choreographer and the squad always did well in district and state meets. She and Tina had always hit it off well and Tina’s mentoring had inspired Ashleigh to go to college and become a teacher. Her major was more toward English and literature, but her goal was to be a teacher just like Ms. Carver. The coming year would be her final year and then she could finally be like Tina. The thought only made the tragedy seem worse.
It had happened, what, 12 months ago? No, it was 17 months ago, during the local version of March Madness, the sectional basketball tournament. Her school had been the host that year, and the team played well. The Cheer and Pompon squads had even worked together to choreograph a routine for each game, a once in a lifetime occurrence for the squads. The home team had made it to the finals, the winner going to state tournament. It took overtime, but the home team won a very close one. There was much celebrating that night. Ashleigh had been at college, but listened to the game on the local radio station’s web cast.
With all the players, cheer squads, parents, and coaches, it was a madhouse all week. Tina had her hands full since many of the visiting players wanted a piece of the girls on her squad. One unruly star forward even had cornered one of the more diminutive Pompon girls and was about to accost her when Tina and Taylor pulled him off. Tina threatened him with the police as Taylor lead him off to take him back to his coach, informing him what the boy had tried to do. The coach brushed it off. It was poetic justice for the girl when the player was ejected from the finals for cussing out one of the referees during the overtime period.
At this point, many details got sketchy. Taylor had been in their Jeep, waiting for Tina to join him after making sure all her girls had rides and were on their way home. He saw her start to walk across the parking lot towards him when he saw a set of car lights coming toward her. Before he could cry out to warn her, the car struck her and sped off. He got the make, model, and license as others came to help. Tina died from the injuries two days later. The car belonged to the parents of one of the players from the opposing teams. Some witnesses said the player that Taylor and Tina confronted was in the vehicle. They tried to pass it off as an accident, but there was no rain or ice on the roads that night. The player’s father had political clout in the county and the kids got off scot free, in spite of the evidence presented. Taylor had felt the school had not tried hard enough to go after them and quit teaching at the school in protest, becoming a recluse.
Ashleigh kept walking as the winds picked up and the rain came down in torrents. She was shivering now as the temperature outside was falling. She looked down and tried to adjust her top. It barely concealed her ample breasts, a large bump on each as she reacted from the cold. It was maybe, what, half a mile from here? It was hard to walk on the gravel road in her heels. Not real high or spikes, but high enough to be a challenge on the loose gravel of the road. She thought back to better days, the summer after her 8th grade year.
Many times that summer, she and her mother had driven down this road to “The Carver’s Shop.” That summer, she was getting a brand new bedroom suite for her birthday. Taylor Carver had a very successful business making wood furniture and other items. Ashleigh loved the visits to the woodshop. She loved the smell of fresh sawdust, it reminded her of her grandpa’s barn, a skilled woodworker when he was alive. She would slowly run her hands and fingers over the items in the store, feeling the intricate details cut into the wood and how smooth Mr. Carver had made them. Her mom had let her pick out whatever design she wanted, and had picked out a very detailed design. Every week they went to give him measurements and to let Ashleigh see how the project was progressing. Many times she got to watch him cut the timbers and use the routers and jigs to make the design she had picked out.
She also developed her first REAL BIG CRUSH that summer on him. She never let is show or told anyone, but it had been hard and real. She had also become good friends with Tina that year, especially since she made the Pompon squad. Many times they would arrive, seeing no one around, but often hearing her laughter from inside the barn. Her mom would call out, and then they would both come out, smiling. Tina always had hot looking tops that flashed her firm tummy and flattered her legs and bottom. Ashleigh took this as a cue on how to dress, and, in causal summer moments still dressed that way. Trying to get Mr. Carver’s eye? Maybe, but she knew it was just a schoolgirl crush, no matter how hot her bedtime dreams were of him.
Ashleigh finally reached the door, soaked and shivering hard. Any further and she knew she might get hypothermia. She lifted up a severly trembling arm, the muscles shaking so bad from the cold that she looked like she was having a seizure. She rapped as hard as she could on the door, praying that Mr. Carver was home.
Taylor Carver was in his recliner by the fireplace, reading the latest Sue Grafton novel. They had been Tina’s favorite and had got him hooked on them. She had got him hooked on a lot of things since they had met. Now, all that was gone. The house always seemed so quiet now with her gone. The silence was deafening, some days driving him to madness. He missed her voice, her smile, her music (she was always humming or singing), and laughter. Oh, how he missed the laughter.
He jumped with a start when he heard the knock on the door. “Who would be coming out here, especially on a night like this?” he wondered to himself as he walked to the door. He would do his best to get rid of them so he could live his self-imposed exile in peace. With all the details of Tina’s death, he wanted nothing to do with anyone. The county and school district had betrayed him, allowing her murderers to run free. He wanted nothing to do with anyone, except for business.
He opened the door, and was shocked at what he saw. Ashleigh Morgan stood before him, shivering hard as she wore only a bikini and wrap skirt, barely covering her 5’6” frame. It had been 3 years since he had seen her last, and her curves had developed well, but he knew it was her. He gulped and exclaimed, “Ashleigh? What are you doing out like this? Please…come in, quick!” He helped her inside, leading her to a soft recliner nearest the roaring fireplace. He grabbed a quilt off the couch and wrapped her in it. Her teeth were chattering too much to reply, all she was able to do was follow where he lead her and wrap up in the thick warm quilt, recognizing it as one Tina had made at school one year. Taylor walked off and quickly started some water on the stove to make some tea for her.
He brought it out and set it on the end table nearest her. By then, she had started to warm up and told him her tale of the ultimate nightmare date she had been involved in tonight. As she talked, he looked at her closely. One of the old running jokes when Ashleigh had been in high school was her very close physical resemblance to Tina. Many joked that that Ashleigh had been either Tina’s long lost baby sister or even Tina’s secret daughter, given up at birth. During a homecoming skirt spoofing the teachers, she even had done such a flawless impersonation that many still claimed that it was really Tina up there. It was as if Tina had come back from the dead or time had gone backwards as Ashleigh spoke.
Ashleigh soaked up the heat as well as Mr. Carver’s rapt attention. Although he was maybe 20 years her senior, he still looked hot. She had not been in the house since graduation, but it all looked so familiar to her. She started to relax as she got warmed by the fir and the quilt. The storm raged even harder outside.
“So, do you need to call your parents?” he asked after she finished her tale
“No need, they are out of state for the weekend, wouldn’t do me any good.”
“Well, you can just stay here until the weather clears, or morning, whatever comes first, it’s not safe to drive you home right now.” Ashleigh smiled, thinking about Carl trying to get home in the storm, perhaps wrecking his precious muscle car. “Would serve him right,” she thought to herself. She crossed her legs again, and the quilt opened, showing Taylor her long, sleek legs. She saw it, started to close the quilt, but instead decided to leave it the way it was. “Hey, it may be ‘schoolgirl,’ but why not flirt a little. May be the only time I get to live the fantasy. It will be some harmless fun…” The ideas floated through her head. She kept the quilt around her upper body, only revealing her legs to him. She hadn’t really flirted with anyone one in months and felt quite eager to partake in one of her favorite pastimes.
Taylor’s eyes quietly scanned up and down her calves and thighs. He had been in his self-imposed exile for over a year now, and the sight of her legs began to stir some long extinct embers inside him. He tried to ignore the view, but her likeness to his late wife was overwhelming him. He decided to try to distract himself. “Do you need a refill on your tea?” he asked, looking for an excuse to step out of the room.
“Sure, that would be wonderful,” she replied. She adjusted her position, revealing more thigh as she did. He silently gulped, then stood and retreated to the kitchen. Ashleigh noted her actions were working on him as he stood. She loved campfires and fireplaces. They always were fun and relaxing to her. Some of her first sexual experiences occurred around the fire, with hidden hands under blankets exploring gloriously forbidden places. Though her body was warming, her nips were still hard, aroused just from being in the room with him. She adjusted her top to emphasize her bust line, then closed the quilt up, showing all leg as he return with tea for them both. She made a point of touching his hands as he handed her the cup and saucer. Strong, but soft skin was felt by her fingertips as she took it from him.
Taylor felt the heat from her touch. When he handed the cup to her, her reach caused her to lean forward, causing a bend in the quilt. His eyes could not miss the view of her ample breasts, barely contained by the top. His eyes lingered for a second, then darted to her eyes, acting as if he had seen nothing. He moved back to the love seat opposite the recliner she was in, an ornate coffee table of his own design between them. He fought off thoughts of pulling her to the love seat or onto the coffee table. Every time he looked at her, he saw Tina. Every her actions were just like how Tina would have behaved. He desperately needed to distract his mind. “So, how does school look for you this fall?”
“Great. Can’t wait for it to start so I can get done. I get to do all my practicums this fall and spring. No more boring lectures. Will be glad to get some action…” she replied. As she spoke, she shifted her body, the quilt opening enough to show her bikini bottoms when she said ‘action.’ All perfectly timed. She had used this trick before with success. Taylor saw it all and was unable to ignore it.
“So…are you all warmed up now?” He looked towards her face to try to stop the heat rising in his own body
“Oh yeah…feels good here by the fire. This quilt is good for snuggling…too bad I have no one to share it with…” She got up…keeping the quilt covering her up top and moved to the roped rug on the floor in front of the fire. She stretched out, fully opening the quilt on the floor to reveal her body to Taylor. One shoulder strap had slid off, fully baring the shoulder completely and exposing the side of one breast. She didn’t bother to pull it up. “Too bad there was no party tonight. I love beach side campfires. So relaxing and fun. Do you like them?” She turned her head, giving her patented slow eyebrow raise that melted every guy on campus. Her shoulders turned slowly as well, giving him a full view of her torso. Her body was silhouetted by the fire, creating a pose the Hefner and Guiccione would have started a bidding war over.
“Y-yes…I...always have…” he stuttered out, trying to act as if she was not affecting him, and failing badly. He adjusted his position trying to hide his arousal, but just made it worse. It was taking everything he had to resist moving closer to her. To him, she was still one of the students, in spite of the fact that it was nearly 4 years ago and she was definitely all grown up, ripe and ready to be picked. His pulse was racing as fast as his mind, the part of him aching for her fighting against the part resisting her siren song. “we used to do it…all the time…”
“I bet you did. Lot’s of fun I bet…” she purred out with sexuality dripping like honey from her lips. She could literally see him weakening. But how to get him closer to her. She thought., then came up with a fiendishly wicked plan. She grimaced and reached down for her left calf. “OWWWW” she wailed out…and stretched as if reaching for her foot.
“What’s wrong?”
“Cramp…big time….”
Taylor moved toward her quickly, kneeling at her feet. He grabbed the left foot and pulled the toes and top of foot back to straighten out the muscle. Ashleigh feigned some relief as he did this, massaging her calf to get rid of the phantom clenched muscle fibers. “Ohhh…yes….keep it up...it’s starting to help...” she moaned as he held her foot. His hands felt strong. She was so eager for them to touch her in other places. She started to relax at the proper time, moaning in relief to arouse him more. “Thanks…feels much better…now.”
“The calf relaxed now?” He moved his fingers toward the spot she had been rubbing. He did, his fingers grazed over her soles. She gave out a loud giggle as he did.
He gripped her foot as she laughed. “Are you OK?” he asked when he stopped his fingers form moving.
“Ye-hes…I’m just a bit ti-hicklish there…”
“You…are?” Taylor’s eyes opened in shock. The giggles she uttered seemed to have sparked something in him, as Ashleigh saw the expression on his face change. His eyes were burning with a different desire now it appeared. It was almost a scary feeling now. She tried to back away, but he held her foot too tight. He slowly slid his fingertips up and down her sole.
“Ticklish? Here?” he asked. She tried to say “no’ but giggles overwhelmed her. She fought to pull away, but his grip was like a vice.
“No-hohoho…please…stop…don’t tihihihickle meeehee…” she pleaded as he kept it up. His fingers seemed to move instinctually all over her soles. Her soles were very sensitive, and the slightest brush sent tickling madness all over her brain. It was a weakness she had kept hidden all her life. Taylor had found it and was exploiting it. Her body shook as she tried to fight and resist it. She weakened quickly, unable to kick his hands off. She fell back onto the rug and quilt, squirming and giggling.
Taylor kept it up for about a minute, his fingertips expertly finding all the sweet spots on her soles. Memories flooded his mind. Of Tina. Summer days. Winter nights. And laughter. Sweet sweet laughter. Ashleigh was a giggling, weak mass in no time.
He pulled her toward the edge of the rug, holding her down. She tried to struggle, but was unable to free both feet now. As he held her legs down, he started rolling her up inside the rug. Soon, she was unable to move, only her feet, head and shoulders visible. When he stopped, she was face down, with him sitting at the foot end. He sat there and waited a moment. Ashleigh knew what a helpless state she was in and tried to break free. But, the rug was too thick and heavy.
Taylor saw her feet. Long soles, High arches and thin toes. So much like Tina’s he almost thought he was hallucinating. He reached down, wedging his fingers between her toes and began to wiggle his fingers. The sensation made Ashleigh shriek. He did this for a minute or two, though it seemed like a hour to the now defenseless Ashleigh. The sound was like music to his ears, like that of a deaf man who just was healed and could hear again. He played in one of her arches, one then the other. It brought back memories of meeting and dating Tina. Of the night she begged him to play with her feet and he learned of her favorite kink: being tickled. He had never heard of it before that night, but as they fell more and more in love, he became hooked when he saw how she enjoyed it and get aroused by it. It became a complete part of them, equivalent to a greeting kiss as well as foreplay and part of the act itself.
Ashleigh’s feet were towards the fire, her face towards the coffee table. Not being able to see what he was doing made the sensations worse. When he finally stopped, she hoped it meant he was done punishing her for flirting like she had done. That HAD to be the reason he was doing this, right? Wasn’t that the only reason to be tickled like this? Punishment? She tried to get her breath as she saw Taylor walk by her, toward the coffee table.
“P-p-please…Mr. Carver….let me go…I promise to stop...well you know…acting like a...a…a…” The words had trouble coming out.
He said nothing. He stopped at the table and took all the books and pictures off of it. She watched as he removed the thick table top and moved it against the recliner. He slid several small board out of the feet of the table frame, flipped them over and slid some if them in, revealing two bottom moon-halves on each table leg. She watched next in shock as he dragged the rug and her towards the table legs. He positioned the rug so her feet and head were near them. He placed one at her feet, her ankles fitting along the carves out spots. In a flash, he slid in two more boards and she felt wood and a soft material around her ankles.
“M-Mr Taylor, what are you…doing?” Her voice started quivering in fear, some deep internal sense telling her what it was. She tried to kick her feet free, but the stocks were too well made. They locked in tight and Taylor’s hand already attached the pieces that held them in place. He then started to unwind the carpet. He knew she would not be able to get away. As the rug loosened, she was able to breathe easier. She fought to free her hands to defend herself. As she did, he pounced on her ribs. Her reflexes brought her harms down…trying to stop him. Her ribs were as ticklish as her feet. She giggled loudly as he poked her. Now she regretted the bikini she was wearing, making everything so easy to reach.
Taylor grabbed her wrists, holding them in one hand as he grabbed the other table leg. In spite of her struggles, he was able to lock her wrists in place. Ashleigh was now bound and helpless before him. He stood over her, looking her over. Her body was a little sweaty and had a sexy, wet sheen. He licked his lips as he looked her over. Her body was firm and lean. Bust line had to be at least a 34-36D. Her legs were long and muscular. All in one sexy, helpless package.
He walked to the table top, which was still leaning against the recliner Ashleigh had been sitting in earlier. He slowly spun it around on one of its corners until the bottom was facing them both. It was not until then that Ashleigh saw what looked like a square door in it, almost completely hidden from view. Taylor pulled on the panel and it slid open. Ashleigh looked in shock as she saw what lay behind the door. “Oh God, please…no….not that…anything but that!” She stared in horror as he reached inside the secret compartment.
There were ‘Tina’s Toys,’ as she and Taylor referred to them. A collection of feathers, brushes, and other devices, all created for ticklish turmoil and pleasure. The had not been used or even seen since Tina’s tragic death, but tonight they would make up for lost time. He reached in and pulled out what looked like a miniature feather duster, holding it to the light. It was his favorite tool, and he would start with it. He moved to her side. “Please…it’s been so long, Ashleigh….forgive me…” he whispered as he slowly stroked the duster across her tight belly. He knew this was wrong, but could not stop himself. It had been two long years. Tonight, all that lay dormant would finally come alive in him again.
“NO! PLE-HEE-HEESE!!!” she cried out as the duster made circles on her belly. Ashleigh had always been insanely ticklish all over, a secret she had kept well hidden over the years. She tried to resist the sensations generated all over her abdomen. But Taylor was well skilled after many years with Tina, and fiendishly explored her belly with the duster, noting her reaction to every spot touched by the stiff ends. She tried to move or shift positions to avoid its touch, but the custom made stocks prevented much movement. She gritted her teeth hard, not wanting to give in to the sensations. She could feel her mind filling with the urge to laugh and giggle. It was welling up in her throat like a geyser ready to erupt. Her tummy wasn’t her weakest area, so she was able to fight it.
Taylor could see her resisting as well. He reached over to the table top, and pulled out a small white feather, no more than half an inch long. He slowly moved it over her, hovering over her navel. She shook her head back and forth. “No…pleheese…not that!” He smiled as he lowered it. As the duster made its long slow strokes, he inserted the small feather into her deep navel, spinning the quill between his fingers. The edges swirled inside, hitting all over her skin folds. She gulped as this new sensation hit her. It was hard enough fighting one sensation. She had never had to fight two different feathers at once.
“No…Mr. Carharharharver…stop..ple-hee-HEE HEE HEE HEE…” was all she could get out. She could no longer hold it in. It shot out like a rocket as she squealed in a ticklish frenzy. All she could do now was wiggle as she laughed. He matched the belly strokes to her movements, driving her crazy. Deep down she wanted to plead for mercy. All that would come out of her mouth was laughter. He kept the motions up for several minutes, not wanting to tire her too quickly. He had a long night planned for her. He set both aside as he moved toward her face. He reached back and got out two makeup brushes. Her laughter slowed as he moved closer to her. She caught her breath as she was the new weapons in his hands.
“W-hat are you going to…do…with th-those?” she pleaded between breaths. She looked in his eyes and saw a sexual fire she had rarely seen in any guy. It was a fire that filled her with fear...and delight. He was no longer Mr. Carver. He was a man. A man on a mission, and that mission was her. She suddenly wanted to act and pose sexy again, silently cursing her state of bondage. “Please….tell me….Mr. Carver….please…”
“Please, call me Taylor now. We are no longer at school…” he replied as he started one brush on her smooth armpit. He slowly moved this one in a large circle, making the circle into a spiral moving inward. Her giggles broke out instantly, any resistance removed by the belly tickling earlier. Smaller and smaller agonizing tickles shot thru her armpits right to her brain. She pulled down with her arms, her natural instincts trying to protect herself, but the wooden stocks held her fast. Her, the sensation created nothing but giggles. But, the sensation was impossible to ignore, let alone not react to. They started small but slowly built until the room was filled with the sound of her girlish uttering. Very quickly, Taylor started the brush on her other pit. She begged him to stop, not to do both armpits, knowing it would be ignored.
The brushing on her armpits was long, slow, and agonizing. He seemed so into it that Ashleigh feared he keep this up until daybreak. Taylor watched the time carefully and stopped, allowing Ashleigh to rest and gain back her breath and voice. It was good to be doing this again. He had not been alone with a woman since his wife’s death. His libido and soul longed for connection. When she had flashed her legs at him under the quilt, his mind had already snapped and made the decision to pounce. Ashleigh seemed as ticklish as Tina had been, if not more so far. He was even willing to risk being arrested or worse, the urge was so strong. Since this would be a great probability, he planned on pushing her to the very edge and more. He may as well go out in a final complete session, he figured. He had already lost his wife, given up his job, withdrawn from his friends. What else did he have left to lose?
He put the brushes away, looking over the collection of tools. He thought for a moment, looking her over. “Where do we go next?” he thought to himself. With Tina, he always alternated between areas he enjoyed tickling with areas where she wanted to be tickled and aroused. He scanned Ashleigh’s slender, sexy body. She shuddered with anticipation, scared of what was yet to come. She looked him over. He was still in great shape, wearing jeans and a polo shirt. “Dear God,” she thought, “he’s as hot now as he was back in school, if not hotter.” She felt herself becoming aroused again looking at him, despite herself. She had been in heat over him since her sophomore year. She had fantasized and even tried to work out a plot to get him to be her first. Part of her still wanted him inside her, but not like this. Her previous sexual encounters had been fun, but not as thrilling as she had wanted. Perhaps she had still been yearning for him all this time. Now, all she wanted was out and away. As far away as possible. She looked down and tried not to gasp. Her thoughts about him had started a reaction as she saw the two bumps remained in her bikini top. Or, that’s what should have caused them to stay hard. But, they seemed to be way too big for her to have just started thinking about him.
Taylor saw them too. He smiled, making his decision. He reached for two feather dusters, normal sized. “No, not again…please…Mr. Car…I mean Taylor….no more….I can’t take it…”
“Hmmm, I think you can take much more…your body betrays you. Besides, you’ll enjoy this part.” He knelt beside her, reaching behind her head. His fingers found the knot for the neck strings of her top. He slowly began to tug on one string..
Ashleigh’s eyes got very big as she felt what he was doing. “No…please…that’s not fair. Leave my clothes alone. I don’t want you to see me…not like this…not…this…way…” she cried. Her long held fantasies of undressing before him to see her nude the first time was now being cruelly stolen away.. The knot gave way, two long ties hanging to the floor. Taylor next reached behind her back, slowly undoing the knot there. He enjoyed the slow, erotic reaction this was creating in is mind and loins. It was like a slow striptease that he controlled. He heard her whimper again as the back knot untied. Her bikini top just hung there, barely covering her full breasts.
He straddled her and looked down on her, his legs just below the base of her breasts. “Don’t worry, it will stay on as long as you let it.. Just hold still and it will stay on.” He said, reaching his hands toward her sides.
“Oh no…not there…please…I’m super ticklish there. I won’t be able to stay still. Anything but that…PLEASE!!!” she cried out. She somehow knew exactly what was next. Her big, full breasts, the envy of her friends and the main target of most of her boyfriends, would be exposed in no time flat. “Anything…ANYTHING but my ribs…..”
“Too late…” he replied as he dug his fingers in deep. She tried to hold still, resist the urge to move, to laugh, to giggle, to wiggle. Her sides were one of her most ticklish areas, and they were defenseless to his attack. His fingers dug deep and swift, all the years of working with his woodcarving tools making them nimble and quick. She held position for about one, maybe two minutes, the laughter coming quick but not allowing her body to move. She was desperate to not let her top jiggle off her boobs. She had to save them, protect them from his gaze. The harder she fought, the deeper his fingers dug in.
Soon, he saw her hips start to sway, as if to try to bump him away. He softened his tickling, making it lighter. Her sexy giggles replaced the laughter. She soon found that the giggles made her want to move even more that the hard laughter. It was madness! She felt her hips move a little more, despite her attempts to stop. The top was still covering her hard nips and breasts, but not by much. Taylor suddenly smiled that fiendish smile again, knowing how to break her resistance. He reached over for the small, white feather again as he kept the light ribbing going on one side. “No…not that…not again….that’s cruel….” she screamed.
Taylor ignored the plea as he inserted it into her navel again. She bit at her lips to try and block it out. She couldn’t. Her abdomen started to try to avoid the feather again…moving side to side…up and down. As she did this, he dug hard into the most sensitive area of her ribs. She squealed and shrieked as her body felt the attack. She started to try to move away from the fingers and feather. Left, right, up, down. All she wanted now was to avoid it In a few seconds, her top had fallen off. Her bared breasts now jiggled and shook before him. He kept it up a few minutes to enjoy the sight. He stopped after 5 minutes, allowing her to catch her breath and to allow him to kneel at her side and prepare for the next activity.
He pulled out a large, light blue ostrich plume. Starting on her left, he slowly drew it across both breasts, taking at least 30 seconds to go from the outside of her left breast to the right side of the right one. She gasped softly, giggling as thousands of tiny tendrils tauntingly stoked the skin of her breasts and nipples. Not one spot on her breasts went untouched. He repeated the motion, this time going right to left. She wiggled and giggled as the stroking resumed. This felt wonderful to her. Instead of a heavy tickling sensation, this felt more sexual, more erotic. She felt her nips tighten with each tendril, allowing herself to feel and enjoy rather than resist. Taylor repeated this motion about 5 times, setting the plume aside. She whimpered as he stopped, this time aching for more rather than begging for him to stop.
He held up two feather dusters, these normal sized. Even in her highly aroused state, she could see that some of the feathers inside the dusters were missing. “They must be old ones,” she thought, worn out from too much use perhaps. He lowered each one to opposite nipples, the tips of the feathers just barely brushing the hard, throbbing buds. She moaned as pleasure shot through each one, driving her mad with lust now. She tried to lift herself up towards them, to get more contact, but she was not able to move. Then, he lowered them onto her breasts. The hollowed areas were about the size of her breasts, and now she understood why. He moved them all over her boobs, and she cooed with delight as the soft feathers hit the rounded mounds she had sought to protect so hard earlier.
Taylor smiled at her reaction. She was reacting the same way Tina had. He looked down on her loins and saw the tell-tale moistness of her body beginning to give in. Ashleigh’s eyes were closed, allowing the sensations on her breasts to arouse her, stimulate her the way her body had always wanted to feel. She bit her lower lip as she felt a tell-all twitch in her slit. One of the muscles in her vaginal walls began to twitch and tingle. This only happened when she was highly sexually aroused. She tried to make it stop, but it started again, resisting her wishes. When this happened, she had to have it, then and now. It would twitch and keep twitching until she could find a way to ‘relieve’ herself. “No, not here...not like this,” she told herself as it started to grow inside her.
She opened her eyes when Taylor took the dusters away, half grateful for it stopping, half wishing he would never stop. She saw him pulling at the string ties for her bikini bottoms. She didn’t beg for him to stop. She didn’t want him to see her freshly shaven mound, but knew that she could not stop him. Besides, the twitching was still going on and it was making her hornier than anything. He removed her bottoms quietly and quickly this time. Reaching for the ostrich plume again, she braced herself for the tendrils about to hit her beltline and lower. Instead, she gasped in surprise as she felt the tendrils on her behind. Soft, slow circles on one cheek, then the other. Her reflexes tried to pull away, or shift her hips left or right, but she could not avoid its touch. She started to giggle again, like with the armpits. He slowed the pace of the plume to make her move her hips is a slow, sexy, provocative manner, driving her crazy. He could also see that her gates were wet and swollen. They betrayed her state of arousal.
As he kept the plume moving and her giggling uncontrollably, he slid two gloves out of the tabletop. They were leather driving gloves, with a small feather attached to each fingertip. He pushed them by her feet without her seeing. She was too busy giggling and moving her hips to notice. She knew he was making her move like that. She was helpless to stop it, and the sensation was like nothing she had felt before. Horrid, yet at the same time it felt very erotic and arousing. Each motion caused air to brush her lower lips, making them tingle all the more.
She felt it stop, and looked to see Taylor kneeling at her feet. She looked at him with heavy, lust filled eyes. “Please…you’ve had your fun. I can tell by your jeans you’re getting off on this. Please, my…my pussy needs to cum bad. You can screw me like this, or carry me to your bedroom and take me. I don’t care. Please, I need it bad. You got me this way…please….just…finish me….”
Taylor knew she was telling the truth. In fact, this was the moment he had been preparing her for. All his actions had been to get her to this state. “You will soon, I promise. But first, there is one last thing I must do. I will not be complete without it.” He pulled on the gloves, and she saw them now for the first time. It didn’t take long to figure out what they were for.
“Oh gawd, not that….not there….not my feet! Please. I promise you, I can’t take much tickling there. It’s my worst spot, my weakest spot. You’ll kill me if you do any more. Please, Tay-yayayayaylohorhorhor….” She tried to finish but his feather-tipped fingers were already over her soft soles. Ashleigh went straight to out of control, helplessly ticklish laughter as soon as they hit. His fingers went all over. Soles, toes, between the toes, arches, balls, heels. No spot was missed. She laughed so hard she could feel her body shake. It took one minute into it for her to feel the vibrations also hitting her clit and lips. She felt the twitch growing hard inside her. She had only cum once before in her life, a boyfriend who actually ate her out well enough to trigger it. But this one, this one felt different. She also could feel that the vibrations on her body were enough to get her close, but she was so overwhelmed by laughter that she somehow knew that she wasn’t going to cum, yet. It was as if she knew the Taylor had more up his sleeve. She must have been going delirious, or maybe insane as she thought she could hear Tina saying, “Give in to it, the best part is yet to come, for you to cum…”
Taylor lost track of time as he went to town on her feet. Fast, slow, long, short, lines, circles. His fingers did them all on her soft soles and toes. He looked at her face, red and sweaty from all the laughter induced by his actions. He decided she had experienced enough. He stopped on her feet and reached further north. He stroked her clit and pussy with three of his feathery fingertips. By the third stroke, a massive orgasm hit her like a locomotive and she screamed out, this time feeling the most intense pleasure she ever had known. He kept it up, as wave upon wave upon wave hit her, each stronger than the last. After the fifth, he stopped. Her body shook and trembled as delight filled her.
Suddenly, she started giggling again. At first, Taylor looked at his own hands to make sure he had stopped, which he had. It grew and grew until the volume matched her first orgasmic yell. The sound filled the room. To Ashleigh, all she could feel was the walls of her canal tingling and twitching, as if he was feathering her inside and out. She looked and saw he was not touching her. Undaunted, she let the sensations take her as she was hit by a massive, giggly climax. It lasted about 30 seconds, then she collapsed, smiling as a near unconscious state enveloped her. Taylor quickly freed her from her bonds and carried her to his bedroom. He laid her on the bed, pulling a comforter over her. As he did, she reached up and took his arm.
Their eyes met, and she slowly pulled him towards her, This time, she was in control, pulling his face to hers as she planted a soft, deep kiss to his lips. “That was the wildest thing I’ve ever felt….please…stay here with me. Don’t leave me alone like this.” She kissed him again as he reached for the light…
Taylor was hard at work in the woodshed. He was outside using his router to carve a design into the headboard. This would be the example for his students to follow at school next week. When he finished, he heard some familiar giggles behind him. He turned to see Ashleigh standing there, in her standard tube top and tight denim shorts. She motioned for him to come into the indoor part of the work area. The three years had gone so fast: graduation, the wedding, the school year. Ashleigh was teaching literature at the school and he was back teaching woodworking. It was good to feel normal again.
Ashleigh reached up and grabbed to handles in the ceiling above her. It had been two horribly long days since he had given her a good ticklin’ and she knew this pose would be irresistible to him. As he turned the corner and saw her defenseless ribs, he smiled and wiggled his fingers as he walked toward her. The rest of the headboard would have to wait…
