Lee47
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ON THE ISLAND
I could remember little of my life before arriving on the island, not even how I got there- was it a shipwreck, or did my airplane crash? Did I even know what those things meant? I know only that I found myself wading out of the surf onto the beach, squinting in the sunlight at dozens of figures emerging from the trees, figures that formed a semicircle around me. In their hands they held long spears tipped with bone and flint, and decorated with long, colorful feathers. They ranged from somewhat more than my height to over a foot shorter; most had long hair blowing in the tropical breeze. Their skin color ran the gamut from translucent pale to a black that was almost indigo, with the majority a bronzed tan. Some appeared Caucasian, some Oriental or Polynesian, some African, some Native American. Likewise, they had hair of all the shades known to mankind- coal black, brilliant platinum blonde, fiery red, chestnut brown. As my eyes adjusted to the bright sun, I realized that they all were females, abundantly female, and totally nude. Their figures were trim and athletic for the most part, but there was a delightful variety to be seen in the dozen who now closed in to surround me; some had small firm breasts, like ripe peaches; others were endowed with breasts the size of melons; there were wide hips; narrow hips; some had perfectly muscled flat stomaches, others possessed sweetly rounded tummies; all were incredibly beautiful. One, evidently the leader of the group, stepped forward. She stood six inches shorter than me, with short black hair and deep brown eyes; her perfect breasts seemed to beg me to touch them. As I reached towards her, everything went dark and I fell forwards into blackness.....
I awoke to torchlight and the sound of drums pounding with a fierce, sensual rythym. I was in the middle of a village clearing. I had been stripped naked and tied down to some sort of stone altar which supported my head, shoulders, back, and buttocks, but left my arms and legs dangling in the air. My head was supported by a soft pillow, so I was looking down the length of my naked body. My wrists had been tied together and secured to a decorated wooden stake driven solidly into the sand, so that my arms were stretched high above my head. My legs were spread almost painfully apart, my ankles tied to separate stakes, my balls dangling helplessly in the warm night air. A few experimental pulls convinced me that I had been bound by experts. A leather rope lashed around my waist, pinning me to the altar, completed the scene. I couldn't move so much as an inch. I was totally naked, utterly helpless, completely exposed and vulnerable to anything these women wanted to do to me. The realization of my helplessness chilled me- and yet, it also sent a shiver of excitement through me. I felt my balls contract as my cock started to grow erect.
Suddenly I heard the last thing I expected- laughter. Somewhere, not too near yet still close by, a man was laughing! And yet, it was more complicated than that. It started off as chuckling or chortling, growing more intense... then almost giggling.... then a full-fledged laughter, louder and louder, almost desperate... and were there words as well? Yes, I could hear words in a foreign language, one I couldn't understand... yet the tone was almost pleading! Yes! This man was begging in the midst of his laughter! Yet despite myself, as I heard the laughter go on and on, a smile grew on my face. Whatever was happening, to make a man laugh this way, it must be pleasant, yes?
As his laughter grew, so did my puzzlement. What could be happening to him? Must the women I had seen, or others like them, be behind it all? And as I thought it, I heard a woman's voice, speaking softly in the same foreign tongue, answered by a scream of laughter.... and then her voice again, sounding almost as if she were standing next to me, saying quite clearly;
"Cootchie-cootchie-cooo!"
The realization came over me in a flash- the giggling, the laughter, the moaning, the begging, the woman, added up to only one possibility- my invisible neighbor was being tickled by this woman. And, by the sound of it as more voices joined in, by many women. And he was presumably in the same position I was, so it was truly a tickle-torture. My penis throbbed at the thought of it-and at the realization that the stakes I was tied to were decorated with all varieties of feathers....
I had always been hyper-ticklish. I remembered the hell I went through after my ex-girlfriend spread the word at school among all her friends- it was impossible to walk from one class to another without having my ribs or armpits tickled by various vicious college girls... and more embarrassing still because I invariably got an erecton from it which everyone could see (of course, that got me a girlfriend or two...)- and more embarrassing still was the time at the beach when four bikini-clad girls pinned me and tickled me mercilessly until I came in my shorts... yet despite these memories, the thought of being tickled while tied naked as I was had my cock growing by leaps and bounds.
An involuntary grin stayed on my face as I listened to my neighbor being tickle-tortured. The women, though I couldn't understand them, were obviously teasing him with their words as well as with their tickling, taunting him with his helplessness. He responded with screams of laughter, interspersed with fits of giggling as they gave him periodic rests between bouts of intense tickling. Eventually, after what may have been minutes but what felt like hours, he got to the point where between giggles he also was moaning in agony and begging... for what? Begging them to stop? To release him? Was he as horny from being tickled as I was from listening and imagining it happening to me?
Finally, in the midst of his laughter, I heard moaning of a different quality- was it pleasure? Yes! He was moaning in pleasure during his tickling... it grew louder and louder... Oh my God, I thought. I had made the same sounds myself. These were the sounds of sexual ecstasy! Whoever he was, wherever he was, this man was finally being allowed to cum! And now I heard the women's voices again, speaking appreciatively, cooing to him, and then one gasping and screaming together with the man.... I was rock-hard just listening to them.... the man and woman were fucking, while other women looked on and commented! Was this what the women of this island did for their entertainment? More importantly, would it be my turn next?
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Silence filled the jungle for a short time, apart from the continued pounding of the drums; then there was a rustling sound from the huts around me and women emerged from their doorways. Like their sisters on the beach, they were totally nude (interesting how men are naked, but women are nude- such a beautiful word). They strode slowly to the altar, gracefully, allowing me to take in their beauty, obviously enjoying the way my cock responded to the sight. The leader was the brunette I had met on the beach- her figure was trim and athletic, with perfect breasts, erect nipples, and an amazing ass. She leaned over me, pressing her breasts to my chest, her face next to mine.
"Hello there," she said, in perfect English. "Don't be surprised- we speak almost every language there is, by now. Welcome to our island. My name is Irisha."
She introduced me to the rest of the women there that night- Sheila, a short black woman with glossy, waist-length hair, a slender waist, and the biggest breasts I had ever seen; Renee, a short Hispanic woman whose figure was almost twin to Sheila's; Michelle, a tall, slender blonde in her 30s, and Jenni, the shorter, younger blonde girl who stayed by her like a lover; Eekat, a Scandinavian beauty with long brown hair and huge breasts; Nalla, a willowy redhead with a mischievious grin; and finally Zulfija, a dark-haired Middle Eastern girl who may have had the most perfect body in history. All smiled to see me tied naked, helpless, and increasingly horny as they paraded around me.
"Why am I here?" I asked Irisha. "Why tie me up? I'll do whatever you want- you don't have to do this!"
"Oh, but this is what you want us to do," she replied with a smile, plucking a long, soft feather from the stake by my head. "You are here for a reason, Lee. Do you remember the island in that TV show, 'Lost', that brought people to it because they needed to be there? Well, this isn't that island, but it's the same general idea. The island brought you to us because this is what you want, more than anything, but can't admit it even to yourself. You are here because you need to be... tickled."
"AA-haahaa!" I laughed, as she dragged the feather along my stretched bicep and into my right armpit. "No, please, don't do that! I'm too ticklish, I can't stand it!"
"Your cock says differently," she smirked, glancing down as she mercilessly feathered my underarm. I looked down to see a telltale drop of cum at the head of my throbbing penis. Irisha nodded to Nalla, who grinned and leaned over my waist. As Irisha kept tickling my armpit, Nalla lovingly took my cock into her red lips and started gently sucking, while at the same time her sharp fingernails began tickling under my contracted balls and at the base of my cock. Jenni and Michelle started feathering my feet, tickling up and down my soles, in between my toes, while Sheila tickled and squeezed my knees. Eekat used the tip of a feather to tickle inside my navel while she sucked my erect nipples, and Renee used her soft tongue to lick my left armpit, while she tickled my ribs at the same time. Finally Zulfija knelt between my legs and, taking the longest feather I had ever seen, tickled between my cheeks up to my puckered anus.
The tickling sensations from all these women's feathers, fingers, and tongues combined with Nalla's expert mouth on my cock were overloading all my senses. In the midst of my laughter I moaned in pleasure- in the midst of my pleasure, I laughed insanely- the closer I got to cumming, the more the tickling distracted me, yet the more they tickled me, the closer I was to cumming.... Nalla licked and sucked my cock more wonderfully than any woman ever before, while her devious fingers tormented every ticklish spot on or under my balls... Zulfija's feather in my asshole tickled insanely, soon it was joined by her long pink tongue licking my perinium.... Irisha was now licking my right armpit, tickling even worse than the feather, while she used her sharp nails to tickle my ribs.... Jenni and Michelle were sucking and licking my toes while their nails tickled insanely on my arches and heels.... At last the sensations from Nalla's mouth surging through my cock overwhelmed me and I came, laughing and screaming in my ecstasy, while the women gently slowed the pace of the tickling, but not stopping, until at last I lay there gently giggling while Nalla licked her red lips in satisfaction.
"You see?" said Irisha. "Tickling is what turns you on more than anything, even though you could never accept it, even though the outside world could never accept you... but we accept you, because nothing turns us on like tickling a helplessly tied-up man until he cums. Nothing except being tickled to orgasm ourselves... but that's for later. Tonight is your welcoming night, and right now is when you get to be tied and tickled the way you have only dreamed about, by all of us, and we will all get to have you. This night will last as long as we need it to... as long as you need it to. That is the magic of the island. As long as you are tickling or being tickled, you will never grow tired, or old. You will never run out of stamina...." she said, stroking my cock, making it instantly hard again, "and you will never run out of cum. It sounds like magic, doesn't it? I didn't believe it when I first arrived here. But we'll prove it to you. Like this... tickle... tickle... tickle!!!!"
Irisha plucked two more feathers from the stake and started brushing them over my helpless upper body, tickling me from my waist to my neck. Sheila and Renee twirled bunches of feathers under my arms. Eekat and Zulfija went to work on my feet, feathering them top and bottom, while Jenni, Michelle, and Nalla competed to see who could feather-tickle my ass, cock and balls most ruthlessly. I was in agony and ecstasy all at once. I couldn't take another second of it, but I never wanted them to stop. The women swapped places frequently, as one's attention was drawn to a different area of my helplessly ticklish body another would take her place. Each had a different technique as well, so, for instance, while Nalla tickled my feet with gentle feather strokes which drove me mad in one way, Sheila's fingernails flicked rapidly over my arches, tormenting me in another. Once in a while the women would have mercy on my horny plight, and although I did not get another full blow job, they would lick, stroke, and tickle my cock until I came again- invariably leaving me even more hyper-ticklish afterwards! I lost count of my orgasms, each better than the last, each making me more ticklish... I was surrounded by beautiful, nude, female flesh, but completely unable to move or to do anything but suffer under their tickling touches. I was forced to surrender myself completely.
Soon, they began taking turns riding my tongue. Sheila was the first. She started by straddling my chest, pressing those amazing breasts in my face, allowing me to suck her huge, chocolate-colored nipples. I was in heaven, helpless as a nursing child, but hornier than I had ever been in my life as the other seven women mercilessly tickled me. Then she slid her body higher, letting me kiss her belly, until her wet **** was over my mouth. I plunged my tongue into her hot slit, lapping gently at her lips, swirling around her clit, licking rythmically until I heard and felt her responding. I sucked gently at her engorged clit until she gasped in ecstasy, her hips pumping up and down as she rode my face to orgasm. One after another, the other women followed her- Nalla, Eekat, Renee, Jenni and Michelle (who really were lovers- while I ate one, the other would kneel behind her, fondling her breasts and ass, kissing her neck, gently tickling and teasing), Zulfija, and finally Irisha, who kissed me deeply on the lips before letting me kiss and suck her perfect breasts, then slid her **** up to my mouth. The other women, as they tickled my helpless body, also started tickling Irisha, who shivered and shrieked, but kept letting me eat her. The women tickled us mercilessly. Sheila focussed on Irisha's sensitive feet, while Jenni and Michelle delighted in tickilng her sensitive breasts and nipples. Meanwhile, Eekat was tickling my feet relentlessly, while Renee and Nalla tickled from my armpits to my waist and Zulfija knelt between my spread legs, gently tickling and teasing my contracted balls and the base of my cock.
Finally, Irisha started gasping and moaning between her ticklish giggles. Zulfija pressed her huge breasts together around my cock and pressed her breastbone down against my cockhead, fucking me with her tits. I started moaning along with Irisha as I licked and sucked her hot pussy. Her hips drove her **** into my mouth as I lapped at her clit. Zulfija's breasts engulfed my aching cock. I couldn't take it a second more, and as Irisha screamed in pleasure, her juices gushing onto my tongue, I exploded with the best orgasm so far that day....
I must have passed out from the intensity of the orgasm, because the next thing I was aware of was Eekat and Zulfija's loving hands gently washing my aching cock and balls. I had been untied and was lying on the soft grass. I felt deliciously satisfied as never before in my life. They kissed me sweetly on the lips and held me, caressing and comforting me, cradling my head against their soft breasts. As I recovered from my welcoming ceremony, I grew aware of giggling and soft, aroused laughter nearby... this time sweet, feminine laughter. I looked up at Zulfija, whose dark eyes met mine, smiling in confirmation. "Part one of your welcome is to be tickled, Lee," she said warmly. "But there is also part two. And Irisha is ready for you to help us tickle her now...."
To be continued......?
I could remember little of my life before arriving on the island, not even how I got there- was it a shipwreck, or did my airplane crash? Did I even know what those things meant? I know only that I found myself wading out of the surf onto the beach, squinting in the sunlight at dozens of figures emerging from the trees, figures that formed a semicircle around me. In their hands they held long spears tipped with bone and flint, and decorated with long, colorful feathers. They ranged from somewhat more than my height to over a foot shorter; most had long hair blowing in the tropical breeze. Their skin color ran the gamut from translucent pale to a black that was almost indigo, with the majority a bronzed tan. Some appeared Caucasian, some Oriental or Polynesian, some African, some Native American. Likewise, they had hair of all the shades known to mankind- coal black, brilliant platinum blonde, fiery red, chestnut brown. As my eyes adjusted to the bright sun, I realized that they all were females, abundantly female, and totally nude. Their figures were trim and athletic for the most part, but there was a delightful variety to be seen in the dozen who now closed in to surround me; some had small firm breasts, like ripe peaches; others were endowed with breasts the size of melons; there were wide hips; narrow hips; some had perfectly muscled flat stomaches, others possessed sweetly rounded tummies; all were incredibly beautiful. One, evidently the leader of the group, stepped forward. She stood six inches shorter than me, with short black hair and deep brown eyes; her perfect breasts seemed to beg me to touch them. As I reached towards her, everything went dark and I fell forwards into blackness.....
I awoke to torchlight and the sound of drums pounding with a fierce, sensual rythym. I was in the middle of a village clearing. I had been stripped naked and tied down to some sort of stone altar which supported my head, shoulders, back, and buttocks, but left my arms and legs dangling in the air. My head was supported by a soft pillow, so I was looking down the length of my naked body. My wrists had been tied together and secured to a decorated wooden stake driven solidly into the sand, so that my arms were stretched high above my head. My legs were spread almost painfully apart, my ankles tied to separate stakes, my balls dangling helplessly in the warm night air. A few experimental pulls convinced me that I had been bound by experts. A leather rope lashed around my waist, pinning me to the altar, completed the scene. I couldn't move so much as an inch. I was totally naked, utterly helpless, completely exposed and vulnerable to anything these women wanted to do to me. The realization of my helplessness chilled me- and yet, it also sent a shiver of excitement through me. I felt my balls contract as my cock started to grow erect.
Suddenly I heard the last thing I expected- laughter. Somewhere, not too near yet still close by, a man was laughing! And yet, it was more complicated than that. It started off as chuckling or chortling, growing more intense... then almost giggling.... then a full-fledged laughter, louder and louder, almost desperate... and were there words as well? Yes, I could hear words in a foreign language, one I couldn't understand... yet the tone was almost pleading! Yes! This man was begging in the midst of his laughter! Yet despite myself, as I heard the laughter go on and on, a smile grew on my face. Whatever was happening, to make a man laugh this way, it must be pleasant, yes?
As his laughter grew, so did my puzzlement. What could be happening to him? Must the women I had seen, or others like them, be behind it all? And as I thought it, I heard a woman's voice, speaking softly in the same foreign tongue, answered by a scream of laughter.... and then her voice again, sounding almost as if she were standing next to me, saying quite clearly;
"Cootchie-cootchie-cooo!"
The realization came over me in a flash- the giggling, the laughter, the moaning, the begging, the woman, added up to only one possibility- my invisible neighbor was being tickled by this woman. And, by the sound of it as more voices joined in, by many women. And he was presumably in the same position I was, so it was truly a tickle-torture. My penis throbbed at the thought of it-and at the realization that the stakes I was tied to were decorated with all varieties of feathers....
I had always been hyper-ticklish. I remembered the hell I went through after my ex-girlfriend spread the word at school among all her friends- it was impossible to walk from one class to another without having my ribs or armpits tickled by various vicious college girls... and more embarrassing still because I invariably got an erecton from it which everyone could see (of course, that got me a girlfriend or two...)- and more embarrassing still was the time at the beach when four bikini-clad girls pinned me and tickled me mercilessly until I came in my shorts... yet despite these memories, the thought of being tickled while tied naked as I was had my cock growing by leaps and bounds.
An involuntary grin stayed on my face as I listened to my neighbor being tickle-tortured. The women, though I couldn't understand them, were obviously teasing him with their words as well as with their tickling, taunting him with his helplessness. He responded with screams of laughter, interspersed with fits of giggling as they gave him periodic rests between bouts of intense tickling. Eventually, after what may have been minutes but what felt like hours, he got to the point where between giggles he also was moaning in agony and begging... for what? Begging them to stop? To release him? Was he as horny from being tickled as I was from listening and imagining it happening to me?
Finally, in the midst of his laughter, I heard moaning of a different quality- was it pleasure? Yes! He was moaning in pleasure during his tickling... it grew louder and louder... Oh my God, I thought. I had made the same sounds myself. These were the sounds of sexual ecstasy! Whoever he was, wherever he was, this man was finally being allowed to cum! And now I heard the women's voices again, speaking appreciatively, cooing to him, and then one gasping and screaming together with the man.... I was rock-hard just listening to them.... the man and woman were fucking, while other women looked on and commented! Was this what the women of this island did for their entertainment? More importantly, would it be my turn next?
______________________________________________________________
Silence filled the jungle for a short time, apart from the continued pounding of the drums; then there was a rustling sound from the huts around me and women emerged from their doorways. Like their sisters on the beach, they were totally nude (interesting how men are naked, but women are nude- such a beautiful word). They strode slowly to the altar, gracefully, allowing me to take in their beauty, obviously enjoying the way my cock responded to the sight. The leader was the brunette I had met on the beach- her figure was trim and athletic, with perfect breasts, erect nipples, and an amazing ass. She leaned over me, pressing her breasts to my chest, her face next to mine.
"Hello there," she said, in perfect English. "Don't be surprised- we speak almost every language there is, by now. Welcome to our island. My name is Irisha."
She introduced me to the rest of the women there that night- Sheila, a short black woman with glossy, waist-length hair, a slender waist, and the biggest breasts I had ever seen; Renee, a short Hispanic woman whose figure was almost twin to Sheila's; Michelle, a tall, slender blonde in her 30s, and Jenni, the shorter, younger blonde girl who stayed by her like a lover; Eekat, a Scandinavian beauty with long brown hair and huge breasts; Nalla, a willowy redhead with a mischievious grin; and finally Zulfija, a dark-haired Middle Eastern girl who may have had the most perfect body in history. All smiled to see me tied naked, helpless, and increasingly horny as they paraded around me.
"Why am I here?" I asked Irisha. "Why tie me up? I'll do whatever you want- you don't have to do this!"
"Oh, but this is what you want us to do," she replied with a smile, plucking a long, soft feather from the stake by my head. "You are here for a reason, Lee. Do you remember the island in that TV show, 'Lost', that brought people to it because they needed to be there? Well, this isn't that island, but it's the same general idea. The island brought you to us because this is what you want, more than anything, but can't admit it even to yourself. You are here because you need to be... tickled."
"AA-haahaa!" I laughed, as she dragged the feather along my stretched bicep and into my right armpit. "No, please, don't do that! I'm too ticklish, I can't stand it!"
"Your cock says differently," she smirked, glancing down as she mercilessly feathered my underarm. I looked down to see a telltale drop of cum at the head of my throbbing penis. Irisha nodded to Nalla, who grinned and leaned over my waist. As Irisha kept tickling my armpit, Nalla lovingly took my cock into her red lips and started gently sucking, while at the same time her sharp fingernails began tickling under my contracted balls and at the base of my cock. Jenni and Michelle started feathering my feet, tickling up and down my soles, in between my toes, while Sheila tickled and squeezed my knees. Eekat used the tip of a feather to tickle inside my navel while she sucked my erect nipples, and Renee used her soft tongue to lick my left armpit, while she tickled my ribs at the same time. Finally Zulfija knelt between my legs and, taking the longest feather I had ever seen, tickled between my cheeks up to my puckered anus.
The tickling sensations from all these women's feathers, fingers, and tongues combined with Nalla's expert mouth on my cock were overloading all my senses. In the midst of my laughter I moaned in pleasure- in the midst of my pleasure, I laughed insanely- the closer I got to cumming, the more the tickling distracted me, yet the more they tickled me, the closer I was to cumming.... Nalla licked and sucked my cock more wonderfully than any woman ever before, while her devious fingers tormented every ticklish spot on or under my balls... Zulfija's feather in my asshole tickled insanely, soon it was joined by her long pink tongue licking my perinium.... Irisha was now licking my right armpit, tickling even worse than the feather, while she used her sharp nails to tickle my ribs.... Jenni and Michelle were sucking and licking my toes while their nails tickled insanely on my arches and heels.... At last the sensations from Nalla's mouth surging through my cock overwhelmed me and I came, laughing and screaming in my ecstasy, while the women gently slowed the pace of the tickling, but not stopping, until at last I lay there gently giggling while Nalla licked her red lips in satisfaction.
"You see?" said Irisha. "Tickling is what turns you on more than anything, even though you could never accept it, even though the outside world could never accept you... but we accept you, because nothing turns us on like tickling a helplessly tied-up man until he cums. Nothing except being tickled to orgasm ourselves... but that's for later. Tonight is your welcoming night, and right now is when you get to be tied and tickled the way you have only dreamed about, by all of us, and we will all get to have you. This night will last as long as we need it to... as long as you need it to. That is the magic of the island. As long as you are tickling or being tickled, you will never grow tired, or old. You will never run out of stamina...." she said, stroking my cock, making it instantly hard again, "and you will never run out of cum. It sounds like magic, doesn't it? I didn't believe it when I first arrived here. But we'll prove it to you. Like this... tickle... tickle... tickle!!!!"
Irisha plucked two more feathers from the stake and started brushing them over my helpless upper body, tickling me from my waist to my neck. Sheila and Renee twirled bunches of feathers under my arms. Eekat and Zulfija went to work on my feet, feathering them top and bottom, while Jenni, Michelle, and Nalla competed to see who could feather-tickle my ass, cock and balls most ruthlessly. I was in agony and ecstasy all at once. I couldn't take another second of it, but I never wanted them to stop. The women swapped places frequently, as one's attention was drawn to a different area of my helplessly ticklish body another would take her place. Each had a different technique as well, so, for instance, while Nalla tickled my feet with gentle feather strokes which drove me mad in one way, Sheila's fingernails flicked rapidly over my arches, tormenting me in another. Once in a while the women would have mercy on my horny plight, and although I did not get another full blow job, they would lick, stroke, and tickle my cock until I came again- invariably leaving me even more hyper-ticklish afterwards! I lost count of my orgasms, each better than the last, each making me more ticklish... I was surrounded by beautiful, nude, female flesh, but completely unable to move or to do anything but suffer under their tickling touches. I was forced to surrender myself completely.
Soon, they began taking turns riding my tongue. Sheila was the first. She started by straddling my chest, pressing those amazing breasts in my face, allowing me to suck her huge, chocolate-colored nipples. I was in heaven, helpless as a nursing child, but hornier than I had ever been in my life as the other seven women mercilessly tickled me. Then she slid her body higher, letting me kiss her belly, until her wet **** was over my mouth. I plunged my tongue into her hot slit, lapping gently at her lips, swirling around her clit, licking rythmically until I heard and felt her responding. I sucked gently at her engorged clit until she gasped in ecstasy, her hips pumping up and down as she rode my face to orgasm. One after another, the other women followed her- Nalla, Eekat, Renee, Jenni and Michelle (who really were lovers- while I ate one, the other would kneel behind her, fondling her breasts and ass, kissing her neck, gently tickling and teasing), Zulfija, and finally Irisha, who kissed me deeply on the lips before letting me kiss and suck her perfect breasts, then slid her **** up to my mouth. The other women, as they tickled my helpless body, also started tickling Irisha, who shivered and shrieked, but kept letting me eat her. The women tickled us mercilessly. Sheila focussed on Irisha's sensitive feet, while Jenni and Michelle delighted in tickilng her sensitive breasts and nipples. Meanwhile, Eekat was tickling my feet relentlessly, while Renee and Nalla tickled from my armpits to my waist and Zulfija knelt between my spread legs, gently tickling and teasing my contracted balls and the base of my cock.
Finally, Irisha started gasping and moaning between her ticklish giggles. Zulfija pressed her huge breasts together around my cock and pressed her breastbone down against my cockhead, fucking me with her tits. I started moaning along with Irisha as I licked and sucked her hot pussy. Her hips drove her **** into my mouth as I lapped at her clit. Zulfija's breasts engulfed my aching cock. I couldn't take it a second more, and as Irisha screamed in pleasure, her juices gushing onto my tongue, I exploded with the best orgasm so far that day....
I must have passed out from the intensity of the orgasm, because the next thing I was aware of was Eekat and Zulfija's loving hands gently washing my aching cock and balls. I had been untied and was lying on the soft grass. I felt deliciously satisfied as never before in my life. They kissed me sweetly on the lips and held me, caressing and comforting me, cradling my head against their soft breasts. As I recovered from my welcoming ceremony, I grew aware of giggling and soft, aroused laughter nearby... this time sweet, feminine laughter. I looked up at Zulfija, whose dark eyes met mine, smiling in confirmation. "Part one of your welcome is to be tickled, Lee," she said warmly. "But there is also part two. And Irisha is ready for you to help us tickle her now...."
To be continued......?
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