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The Winner Loses.
Written by Ticklishscribe,
Inspired by Kirsten.
Ursula crept through the forest, searching for even the slightest movement. She whirled around as an owl swooped by her, having been disturbed during its afternoon nap. She crouched down by a small cluster of bushes and wearily eyed the area ahead of her. Her muscles were beginning to ache from running around this rocky terrain, her breath was laboured from being in constant movement and she was beginning to sweat from being scared. She was being hunted and yet she was also the hunter.
The snap of a twig was immediately followed by a pinpoint gust of air whizzing by her ear followed by a snap on the tree next to her. She dove and half rolled, then lay on her stomach and surveyed the scene around her. The bushes ahead moved, and the shadow of a figure presented itself before her. Raising her gun she took careful aim, tensed and squeezed the trigger. There was no muzzle flash, just a silent phftt, and the figure jerked then fell to the ground.
She slowly rose and again carefully surveyed the area around her. Walking slowly over, she confronted the man lying on the ground and clutching his knee with both hands.
“Man that hurts.” Said Mike, rolling around and firmly holding onto his knee.
She smiled evilly, levelled her gun and pointed it at him. “And you said women couldn’t play the game.”
Another twig snapped and Ursula whirled around to face the noise and hear another loud phfft. A stinging sensation was felt on her right shoulder and she fell to the ground.
“You’re right Urs, we women can play the game as good as guys. But you forgot that we’re not playing as a team.”
Ursula looked up into the gleaming eyes of her best friend Inge, and stared into the muzzle of her gun. “Now where is Kerstin and Helmet?”
She had no time to wonder when another phfft could be heard and a big red splat appeared on her back. The force was enough to knock her to the ground and she fell against a tree. Picking herself up she saw Kerstin pushing Helmet before her, his gun slung on her shoulder.
“I nailed him down by the river and now I got you.”
Surveying the scene before her, she realized that she was the only one not shot and found she had won the game. Ursula, Mike and Inge got up off the ground and all five removed their protective masks.
“I enjoy this game.” Kerstin announced. “I must play this more often. Who got you Mike?”
“Ursula.” He replied, shouldering his gun and feeling his knee again.
“And I got you Ursula.” Inge added.
“And I won.” Kerstin stated once more, a smug tone to her voice.
The forest was silent as they headed home the cabin they all shared for the summer. They never tired of coming to their Black Forest retreat, never tired of the beauty that the area offered. Even in winter they would come here and cross-country ski the numerous trails as well.
After stowing away the guns and other paintball gear, Kerstin proceeded to make tea. Coming into the living room of the cabin, she proudly displayed a silver spoon hanging from her shirt pocket, and referred to it as her medal for winning gloriously.
“You got lucky today Kerstin. Just lucky.” Ursula retorted, while fingering the spoon.
“So I believe you guys are waiting on me hand and foot for the rest of the day. As per the winner‘s spoils.” She had that smug tone again.
“I’ll give you hand and foot Kerstin.” Replied Ursula, darting her hands out and digging ten fingers into Kerstin’s ribs.
Kerstin shrieked and practically fell to the floor laughing. All watched has she doubled over and crossed her arms in front, protecting her chest.
“Well, well, well.” Said Inge. “Perhaps we can win today after all.”
“How do you mean Inge? Asked Mike. “How can we win after all?”
Inge reached over to Kerstin’s ribs and dug in again, scrabbling between the ribs themselves. Kerstin shrieked once more and began violently writhing on the floor.
“Because General Pomposity here is insanely and extremely ticklish.” She kept up the rib tickling, turning Kerstin into a frantically whirling dervish. Her arms and legs flailed, her screams were hot and healthy and she was almost volcanic. The others watched this torturous scene with awe and then decided it was time to join in.
“I think we should demote General Pomposity to private ticklee!” Announced Ursula, grabbing Kerstin’s left leg and holding the flailing limb.
“A strategically ticklish idea Urs.” Replied Inge. “And I think the bed would be the perfect battlefield.”
“NOOOOO!” Screamed Kerstin, trying to kick free.
The four grabbed her by the arms and legs and carried her into the bedroom where they laid her on the bed on her back. Grabbing an old bed sheet, they ripped it into strips and proceeded to tie her down. But not before removing her top and bra, just for the fun of it. Kerstin was a wildcat and it took every ounce of strength they had to hold her and tie her down. The bed rocked with her struggles and the whole cabin echoed with her screams.
They all sat on the bed around her and Kerstin’s eyes flew back and forth as she tried to not let even one of them out of her sight.
“Well how shall we tickle her?” Asked Helmut.
“Senseless of course!” Replied Inge, an evil smile forming on her lips. She reached out and grabbed Kerstin’s left armpit and squeezed and stroked it.
Kerstin immediately arched her back and screamed again. She shuddered as the tickling sensations ripped and shot through her body like bullets. Her armpits were silky smooth and as Inge’s fingers delicately but torturously stroked the buttery-soft and deep recesses, she shuddered even further. Then she stopped and turned to the others.
“Urs. Why don’t you and I have some fun with her hotspot; her feet.”
“What else are her feet for?” Replied Ursula.
Kerstin Screamed again and began begging them to stop tickling her. Both Inge and Ursula ignored her pleas as they slowly untied the laces of her hikers and removed them. Once this was done they equally slowly peeled off her socks, exposing her soft and virgin looking feet. It was all they could do to hold onto her feet as she struggled to free them.
Ursula slowly ran a finger from Kerstin’s heel, up the sole to the frantically wriggling toes. When she reached the arch, she gave a couple of extra strokes there and that made Kerstin go ballistic. She wrenched on the bed, practically pulling her limbs out of their sockets. Ursula looked back at Kerstin and slowly stroked her arch some more. The foot flailed and the toes splayed out in all directions. Kerstin’s screams were now almost non-stop and she begged for them to cease this tickling torment. She tried to promise them that she would loose at paintball from here on in, but the words turned into screams, which went on and on and on.
Inge once more leveled her sights and guns at Kerstin’s armpits and began digging in. This time the tender flesh was hot from the previous tickling and that seemed to make Kerstin’s armpits even more ticklish. Kerstin went absolutely electric and once again she wrenched on the bed, practically pulling her limbs out of their sockets.
Helmet and Mike couldn’t wait to join in and immediately set to work on Kerstin’s taught ribs and tummy. They started by oohing, awing and exploring her tickly ribs and blowing raspberries on her tummy. This made Kerstin shake and shiver and her laughter shook and shivered right along with her.
A few more minutes of solid armpit and foot tickling put her into silent laughter and her whole body once more began shaking and shivering. She was a quivering mass and when the silent laughter wore off, she began screaming again and bucking and writhing all over. Her head rolled from side to side and pounded the mattress as well. Kerstin was an exquisite tickle; they all knew it and were giving her no quarter.
Ursula was taking Kerstin’s arches apart bit by bit, stroke by stroke and this brought forth laughter upon laughter. A quick tickle in the insteps caused her to hiccup into new laughter and she practically rocketed off the bed. Helmut and mike were quick to see this and they both tickled her tummy back down to the bed.
The cabin echoed with Kerstin’s laughter as every micrometer of her ticklish body was tormented. Being tied taught made her skin extra sensitive and extra ticklish and she screamed with each stroke of their fingers.
“What’s the matter Kerstin, are you not winning this time. Hmmm?” Inge smiled evilly as she asked the question, which was also a statement as to her predicament.
Kerstin tried to form words but all that came out was incoherent in dispersed with laughter. There was no way she could beg for release as the laughter kept getting in the way, much to the delight of her ticklers.
“I don’t think she can answer that.” Ursula responded with a giggle. “But at the same time, I think that she is answering by laughing, which means that she likes this.
Kerstin violently shook her head no and screamed once more then fell into fits of erratic thrashing and cackling.
Mike, who had left briefly, returned holding four long Owl feathers. After handing one out to each of them, he proceeded to very slowly caress the feather over each one of Kerstin’s protruding ribs. The feather was incessant and torturous and as its tendrils gently caressed each rib to the finite degree, they could see her ribcage expand before their eyes. Helmut immediately joined in and together they had Kerstin bucking and heaving in no time and in silent laughter as well.
Her breath was heavy and labored and her ribs ached from the previous finger assault they had given her. She tried in everyway but she couldn’t avoid or escape from the feathers.
Inge ordered them all to stop, saying that she now wanted to take Kerstin’s tickle to the next level. Taking Kerstin’s top she placed it over her head, and blindfolded her with it. Kerstin’s head thrashed around trying desperately to keep from being blindfolded, but with moments her sense of sight was cut off.
The room now became silent as her ticklers sat there staring at their exquisitely ticklish victim. Kerstin was in silent laughter mode now, but her writing was just as intense. The four feathers crept over the sensitive skin, caressing her armpits, ribs and feet. Instantly she screamed and arched her back. Mike and Helmut darted the feathers all over her ribs and sides, once again tickling her tummy back down.
Seeing her reaction to the feathers, Inge was enjoying every ticklish stroke that Kerstin was experiencing, especially in her armpits. The feather could explore everywhere; even the smallest crevasses and deepest hollows of the armpits and Kerstin’s pits were no exception. Ursula was also delighting in Kirsten’s reactions, alternating the tendrils of the feather or her tender arches with the shaft. She had to grip Kerstin’s foot even harder to keep it still, and even that was a challenge. When she used the shaft end, she used very short and fast strokes and this drove Kerstin wild. Her bucking, writhing and continual screams of laughter were now even more intense and the four had to keep checking the bonds that held her, to make sure that she couldn’t get free.
Inge ordered them to stop once more, saying that she wanted to take Kerstin to still another level of ticklish heaven; at least ticklish heaven for them, not her. They let Kerstin subside in her writhing and watched as she continued to twitch and squirm and watched as the last of her giggles disappeared.
“What level are you going to take her to now?” Asked Ursula.
“Oh she’ll love it.” Inge began to untie Kerstin’s legs and then straddled them. She then began to unbuckle Kerstin’s belt and unfasten her jeans. Kirsten immediately knew what she was up to and started kicking. Mike and Helmut grabbed her ankles and held them fast as Inge began to lower Kerstin’s jeans and then removed them altogether. Her legs were then retied and Ingo sat beside her waist. Taking an owl feather she drew it slowly and torturously up Kerstin’s womanhood, and this caused her to buck and writhe again. Even though they had left her panties on, she could still feel the feather’s torturous tendrils and this tickle was excruciating. Inge stroked the feather up and down the now pulsating womanhood and she knew she had Kerstin in the worst way. She could feel Kerstin’s lusting loins right up through the feather itself and an evil grin appeared on her lips.
“Got a problem Kerstin? Are we getting hot or something?” She laughed as she said it and stroked the feather even slower. She knew Kerstin was having an orgasm and she wanted to make it last as long as possible before the dam broke and Kerstin climaxed. She wanted to torture the poor girl into a sensual frenzy, but at the same time, deny her the orgasm that she so wanted right now. An orgasm would come in time she thought and she would decide what time that would be.
Kerstin was in silent laughter again, but this time it was dispersed with moans of passionate orgasmic and torturous ecstasy.
A small stain appeared upon her panties and Ingo knew it was time to stop and deprive her from cresting the orgasmic wave.
“Not yet sweetheart; we have a long way to go yet before I allow you to cum. You are my pleasure chest and I have only just begun to explore you. Someone get me a pair of scissors.”
Scissors were brought to her and she proceeded to cut off Kerstin’s panties and then strip them away. The four then looked at her pulsating womenhood and watched as it twitched and reddened. Even through the fine hair that was her bush they could see the lips expanding and contracting, wanting so much to open wide and climax. But without the aid of the feather the, lips were loosing their orgasmic strength and this was driving Kerstin mad.
“Please, please stroke me!” She cried between the last of her silent laughter.
Ursula casually stroked her feather over Kerstin’s nipples and that sent the girl into arching her back again followed by intense shivering.
“God, please take me you sadistic bastards! Please, please take me!”
“Uh, Uh!” Inge replied and then laughed. “Tickle now, pay later.”
“NOOOOOOOOOO!!!” Cried Kerstin. But her cries were cut short by more laughter as Ursula dug her fingers into Kerstin’s sensitive ribs, and then rode the ribcage up and into the armpits.
“You heard Inge. Tickle now, pay later!”
Mike and Helmut took advantage of Kerstin’s helpless, defenseless and hyper-ticklish soles and attacked her arches with zeal.
The combined attacks of fiendish fingers on her feet, fiendish fingers in her ribs and pits and a fiendish feather torturing her women hood was taking its toll. Kerstin begged for relief from the tickling and relief from not being allowed to orgasm. Her loins were hot, exhausted and screaming to be unleashed. Her limbs ached from struggling to free herself and her ribs ached from the continual assault that was given to them. Every ticklish spot on her body was hot and ready to boil over, but there was nothing she could do to achieve this. She was going through ticklish agony and hell at the same time and her begging was almost incoherent.
Inge decided it was time for her to pay and began to stroke the lips again. It only took three strokes and the lips parted wide and a long stream of love juices shot out of Kerstin. Her back arched again and she moaned louder than before. Her entire womanhood was now totally soaked with love juices and Inge decided that she and Ursula should clean her up and dry her off.
“Two ravenous tongues should do the trick!” she announced.
“NOOOO!!!” Screamed Kerstin arching her back again and trying like crazy to close her legs.
But it was too late and as Inge and Ursula’s tongues met with the swollen lips, Kerstin faded off into oblivion.
Written by Ticklishscribe,
Inspired by Kirsten.
Ursula crept through the forest, searching for even the slightest movement. She whirled around as an owl swooped by her, having been disturbed during its afternoon nap. She crouched down by a small cluster of bushes and wearily eyed the area ahead of her. Her muscles were beginning to ache from running around this rocky terrain, her breath was laboured from being in constant movement and she was beginning to sweat from being scared. She was being hunted and yet she was also the hunter.
The snap of a twig was immediately followed by a pinpoint gust of air whizzing by her ear followed by a snap on the tree next to her. She dove and half rolled, then lay on her stomach and surveyed the scene around her. The bushes ahead moved, and the shadow of a figure presented itself before her. Raising her gun she took careful aim, tensed and squeezed the trigger. There was no muzzle flash, just a silent phftt, and the figure jerked then fell to the ground.
She slowly rose and again carefully surveyed the area around her. Walking slowly over, she confronted the man lying on the ground and clutching his knee with both hands.
“Man that hurts.” Said Mike, rolling around and firmly holding onto his knee.
She smiled evilly, levelled her gun and pointed it at him. “And you said women couldn’t play the game.”
Another twig snapped and Ursula whirled around to face the noise and hear another loud phfft. A stinging sensation was felt on her right shoulder and she fell to the ground.
“You’re right Urs, we women can play the game as good as guys. But you forgot that we’re not playing as a team.”
Ursula looked up into the gleaming eyes of her best friend Inge, and stared into the muzzle of her gun. “Now where is Kerstin and Helmet?”
She had no time to wonder when another phfft could be heard and a big red splat appeared on her back. The force was enough to knock her to the ground and she fell against a tree. Picking herself up she saw Kerstin pushing Helmet before her, his gun slung on her shoulder.
“I nailed him down by the river and now I got you.”
Surveying the scene before her, she realized that she was the only one not shot and found she had won the game. Ursula, Mike and Inge got up off the ground and all five removed their protective masks.
“I enjoy this game.” Kerstin announced. “I must play this more often. Who got you Mike?”
“Ursula.” He replied, shouldering his gun and feeling his knee again.
“And I got you Ursula.” Inge added.
“And I won.” Kerstin stated once more, a smug tone to her voice.
The forest was silent as they headed home the cabin they all shared for the summer. They never tired of coming to their Black Forest retreat, never tired of the beauty that the area offered. Even in winter they would come here and cross-country ski the numerous trails as well.
After stowing away the guns and other paintball gear, Kerstin proceeded to make tea. Coming into the living room of the cabin, she proudly displayed a silver spoon hanging from her shirt pocket, and referred to it as her medal for winning gloriously.
“You got lucky today Kerstin. Just lucky.” Ursula retorted, while fingering the spoon.
“So I believe you guys are waiting on me hand and foot for the rest of the day. As per the winner‘s spoils.” She had that smug tone again.
“I’ll give you hand and foot Kerstin.” Replied Ursula, darting her hands out and digging ten fingers into Kerstin’s ribs.
Kerstin shrieked and practically fell to the floor laughing. All watched has she doubled over and crossed her arms in front, protecting her chest.
“Well, well, well.” Said Inge. “Perhaps we can win today after all.”
“How do you mean Inge? Asked Mike. “How can we win after all?”
Inge reached over to Kerstin’s ribs and dug in again, scrabbling between the ribs themselves. Kerstin shrieked once more and began violently writhing on the floor.
“Because General Pomposity here is insanely and extremely ticklish.” She kept up the rib tickling, turning Kerstin into a frantically whirling dervish. Her arms and legs flailed, her screams were hot and healthy and she was almost volcanic. The others watched this torturous scene with awe and then decided it was time to join in.
“I think we should demote General Pomposity to private ticklee!” Announced Ursula, grabbing Kerstin’s left leg and holding the flailing limb.
“A strategically ticklish idea Urs.” Replied Inge. “And I think the bed would be the perfect battlefield.”
“NOOOOO!” Screamed Kerstin, trying to kick free.
The four grabbed her by the arms and legs and carried her into the bedroom where they laid her on the bed on her back. Grabbing an old bed sheet, they ripped it into strips and proceeded to tie her down. But not before removing her top and bra, just for the fun of it. Kerstin was a wildcat and it took every ounce of strength they had to hold her and tie her down. The bed rocked with her struggles and the whole cabin echoed with her screams.
They all sat on the bed around her and Kerstin’s eyes flew back and forth as she tried to not let even one of them out of her sight.
“Well how shall we tickle her?” Asked Helmut.
“Senseless of course!” Replied Inge, an evil smile forming on her lips. She reached out and grabbed Kerstin’s left armpit and squeezed and stroked it.
Kerstin immediately arched her back and screamed again. She shuddered as the tickling sensations ripped and shot through her body like bullets. Her armpits were silky smooth and as Inge’s fingers delicately but torturously stroked the buttery-soft and deep recesses, she shuddered even further. Then she stopped and turned to the others.
“Urs. Why don’t you and I have some fun with her hotspot; her feet.”
“What else are her feet for?” Replied Ursula.
Kerstin Screamed again and began begging them to stop tickling her. Both Inge and Ursula ignored her pleas as they slowly untied the laces of her hikers and removed them. Once this was done they equally slowly peeled off her socks, exposing her soft and virgin looking feet. It was all they could do to hold onto her feet as she struggled to free them.
Ursula slowly ran a finger from Kerstin’s heel, up the sole to the frantically wriggling toes. When she reached the arch, she gave a couple of extra strokes there and that made Kerstin go ballistic. She wrenched on the bed, practically pulling her limbs out of their sockets. Ursula looked back at Kerstin and slowly stroked her arch some more. The foot flailed and the toes splayed out in all directions. Kerstin’s screams were now almost non-stop and she begged for them to cease this tickling torment. She tried to promise them that she would loose at paintball from here on in, but the words turned into screams, which went on and on and on.
Inge once more leveled her sights and guns at Kerstin’s armpits and began digging in. This time the tender flesh was hot from the previous tickling and that seemed to make Kerstin’s armpits even more ticklish. Kerstin went absolutely electric and once again she wrenched on the bed, practically pulling her limbs out of their sockets.
Helmet and Mike couldn’t wait to join in and immediately set to work on Kerstin’s taught ribs and tummy. They started by oohing, awing and exploring her tickly ribs and blowing raspberries on her tummy. This made Kerstin shake and shiver and her laughter shook and shivered right along with her.
A few more minutes of solid armpit and foot tickling put her into silent laughter and her whole body once more began shaking and shivering. She was a quivering mass and when the silent laughter wore off, she began screaming again and bucking and writhing all over. Her head rolled from side to side and pounded the mattress as well. Kerstin was an exquisite tickle; they all knew it and were giving her no quarter.
Ursula was taking Kerstin’s arches apart bit by bit, stroke by stroke and this brought forth laughter upon laughter. A quick tickle in the insteps caused her to hiccup into new laughter and she practically rocketed off the bed. Helmut and mike were quick to see this and they both tickled her tummy back down to the bed.
The cabin echoed with Kerstin’s laughter as every micrometer of her ticklish body was tormented. Being tied taught made her skin extra sensitive and extra ticklish and she screamed with each stroke of their fingers.
“What’s the matter Kerstin, are you not winning this time. Hmmm?” Inge smiled evilly as she asked the question, which was also a statement as to her predicament.
Kerstin tried to form words but all that came out was incoherent in dispersed with laughter. There was no way she could beg for release as the laughter kept getting in the way, much to the delight of her ticklers.
“I don’t think she can answer that.” Ursula responded with a giggle. “But at the same time, I think that she is answering by laughing, which means that she likes this.
Kerstin violently shook her head no and screamed once more then fell into fits of erratic thrashing and cackling.
Mike, who had left briefly, returned holding four long Owl feathers. After handing one out to each of them, he proceeded to very slowly caress the feather over each one of Kerstin’s protruding ribs. The feather was incessant and torturous and as its tendrils gently caressed each rib to the finite degree, they could see her ribcage expand before their eyes. Helmut immediately joined in and together they had Kerstin bucking and heaving in no time and in silent laughter as well.
Her breath was heavy and labored and her ribs ached from the previous finger assault they had given her. She tried in everyway but she couldn’t avoid or escape from the feathers.
Inge ordered them all to stop, saying that she now wanted to take Kerstin’s tickle to the next level. Taking Kerstin’s top she placed it over her head, and blindfolded her with it. Kerstin’s head thrashed around trying desperately to keep from being blindfolded, but with moments her sense of sight was cut off.
The room now became silent as her ticklers sat there staring at their exquisitely ticklish victim. Kerstin was in silent laughter mode now, but her writing was just as intense. The four feathers crept over the sensitive skin, caressing her armpits, ribs and feet. Instantly she screamed and arched her back. Mike and Helmut darted the feathers all over her ribs and sides, once again tickling her tummy back down.
Seeing her reaction to the feathers, Inge was enjoying every ticklish stroke that Kerstin was experiencing, especially in her armpits. The feather could explore everywhere; even the smallest crevasses and deepest hollows of the armpits and Kerstin’s pits were no exception. Ursula was also delighting in Kirsten’s reactions, alternating the tendrils of the feather or her tender arches with the shaft. She had to grip Kerstin’s foot even harder to keep it still, and even that was a challenge. When she used the shaft end, she used very short and fast strokes and this drove Kerstin wild. Her bucking, writhing and continual screams of laughter were now even more intense and the four had to keep checking the bonds that held her, to make sure that she couldn’t get free.
Inge ordered them to stop once more, saying that she wanted to take Kerstin to still another level of ticklish heaven; at least ticklish heaven for them, not her. They let Kerstin subside in her writhing and watched as she continued to twitch and squirm and watched as the last of her giggles disappeared.
“What level are you going to take her to now?” Asked Ursula.
“Oh she’ll love it.” Inge began to untie Kerstin’s legs and then straddled them. She then began to unbuckle Kerstin’s belt and unfasten her jeans. Kirsten immediately knew what she was up to and started kicking. Mike and Helmut grabbed her ankles and held them fast as Inge began to lower Kerstin’s jeans and then removed them altogether. Her legs were then retied and Ingo sat beside her waist. Taking an owl feather she drew it slowly and torturously up Kerstin’s womanhood, and this caused her to buck and writhe again. Even though they had left her panties on, she could still feel the feather’s torturous tendrils and this tickle was excruciating. Inge stroked the feather up and down the now pulsating womanhood and she knew she had Kerstin in the worst way. She could feel Kerstin’s lusting loins right up through the feather itself and an evil grin appeared on her lips.
“Got a problem Kerstin? Are we getting hot or something?” She laughed as she said it and stroked the feather even slower. She knew Kerstin was having an orgasm and she wanted to make it last as long as possible before the dam broke and Kerstin climaxed. She wanted to torture the poor girl into a sensual frenzy, but at the same time, deny her the orgasm that she so wanted right now. An orgasm would come in time she thought and she would decide what time that would be.
Kerstin was in silent laughter again, but this time it was dispersed with moans of passionate orgasmic and torturous ecstasy.
A small stain appeared upon her panties and Ingo knew it was time to stop and deprive her from cresting the orgasmic wave.
“Not yet sweetheart; we have a long way to go yet before I allow you to cum. You are my pleasure chest and I have only just begun to explore you. Someone get me a pair of scissors.”
Scissors were brought to her and she proceeded to cut off Kerstin’s panties and then strip them away. The four then looked at her pulsating womenhood and watched as it twitched and reddened. Even through the fine hair that was her bush they could see the lips expanding and contracting, wanting so much to open wide and climax. But without the aid of the feather the, lips were loosing their orgasmic strength and this was driving Kerstin mad.
“Please, please stroke me!” She cried between the last of her silent laughter.
Ursula casually stroked her feather over Kerstin’s nipples and that sent the girl into arching her back again followed by intense shivering.
“God, please take me you sadistic bastards! Please, please take me!”
“Uh, Uh!” Inge replied and then laughed. “Tickle now, pay later.”
“NOOOOOOOOOO!!!” Cried Kerstin. But her cries were cut short by more laughter as Ursula dug her fingers into Kerstin’s sensitive ribs, and then rode the ribcage up and into the armpits.
“You heard Inge. Tickle now, pay later!”
Mike and Helmut took advantage of Kerstin’s helpless, defenseless and hyper-ticklish soles and attacked her arches with zeal.
The combined attacks of fiendish fingers on her feet, fiendish fingers in her ribs and pits and a fiendish feather torturing her women hood was taking its toll. Kerstin begged for relief from the tickling and relief from not being allowed to orgasm. Her loins were hot, exhausted and screaming to be unleashed. Her limbs ached from struggling to free herself and her ribs ached from the continual assault that was given to them. Every ticklish spot on her body was hot and ready to boil over, but there was nothing she could do to achieve this. She was going through ticklish agony and hell at the same time and her begging was almost incoherent.
Inge decided it was time for her to pay and began to stroke the lips again. It only took three strokes and the lips parted wide and a long stream of love juices shot out of Kerstin. Her back arched again and she moaned louder than before. Her entire womanhood was now totally soaked with love juices and Inge decided that she and Ursula should clean her up and dry her off.
“Two ravenous tongues should do the trick!” she announced.
“NOOOO!!!” Screamed Kerstin arching her back again and trying like crazy to close her legs.
But it was too late and as Inge and Ursula’s tongues met with the swollen lips, Kerstin faded off into oblivion.
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