Hi all!
Here's another of the few stories I know that focus on genital tickling...
Again, it's not mine. And again, I don't know who wrote it - sorry. And again again, please just throw it off, if you don't like it...
Here's part one (of two).
Enjoy & take care!
tei
(The following is the first in the series of stories starring Traci Green, an
18 year old high school senior with a love of tickling, mischief, and life
itself. This story is not tame, but do not thing that all Traci stories are
going to be as wild as this one. :> Anyway, I hope you like it....)
(NOTE: The following story contains very explicit adult content between two
females. If you are not of legal age to read such, or if such matter offends
you, please stop reading now.)
GWEN IS INITIATED
Traci Green wasn't your average high school senior girl. She stood six
foot three inches tall and about 155 lbs, none of it excess body fat. She
could bench press more than 90% of the boys her age, and was all state in
three sports (and was on several best-player lists for the U.S. in
basketball). Traci had curly light brown hair that was near shoulder length,
brown eyes, and a very pretty face. Traci was a bit lacking in the bust
department ("I'm flat as day-old root-beer," she'd say), and could easilly be
(and was often) mistaken for a man from far away, especially from the back.
Traci had beautiful teeth, teeth that were brushed several times a day, and
which were cavity free. These teeth were often showing, as Traci did a lot
of grinning.
Traci had two grins: the normal everyday grin that we're all familiar with,
and what others referred to as 'her silly grin.' The silly grin was a dead
giveaway that Traci had something mischievous on her mind or was in the
process of doing something mischievous. Traci had a love of tickling and a
greater love of mischief and pranks. She spent much of her idle time
dreaming up ways to combine the two and would seize any opportunity to do
either or both. And nobody was immune from Traci's antics. Her targets
included people from age 4 to age 84, both male and female. This last was
not a surprise, since Traci was quite bisexual, and was very open and
straightforward about it.
Traci, however, had one slight weakness. Traci was terribly ticklish
herself, and, since she loved being tickled (up to a point), was totally
helpless when tickled by somebody she knew and trusted (but outsiders were in
for a rude shock). She would lay still and giggle herself silly, until she
got too winded or grew tired of it (the former usually preceded the latter),
upon which she would gently but firmly stop the tickler. Traci would usually
last about three minutes, but under the hands of somebody who knew her well
(and knew how to pace her), could be tickled for up to an hour.
Gwen Carter was one such person. Gwen was Traci's best friend. A senior
also, and 18 like Traci, Gwen was relatively tiny, compared to her best
friend: she stood 5-2, and was no more than 100 lbs. (and that only if
dripping wet). She had shoulder length dark brown hair, emerald-green eyes,
and a face that was adorably cute, all features fitting perfectly and
complementing each other. Like Traci, she was a bit on the unchesty side,
and unlike her friend, Gwen would use padded bras and stuffings to make
herself look bustier, something Traci teased Gwen about all the time. While
obviously not as strong as Traci, Gwen made up for it by having a little more
endurance, that coming from her distance running and swimming, of which she'd
been to state meets in both, as well as a 3rd place finish in a relay race.
The two of them were standing at the front door of Traci's house. Traci's
parents both worked and were both gone that summer day. Traci's only sibling
(Gwen was an only child), John Jr., had already graduated from college and was
into computer programming.
Tracy eyed Gwen, who was wearing shorts that hardly covered an inch of her
thighs and a sleeveless tank top. "So, pumpkin," Traci said, using her pet
name for Gwen, "Wanna take a dip?"
Gwen looked at Traci, who was wearing her usual summer garb of a t-shirt
and shorts. She grinned and pulled the front band of her shorts out an inch
or so. Traci looked down and saw that Gwen was wearing her bikini
underneath. Traci grinned her silly grin and pulled the top of Gwen's tank
out a little and peeked there, too, with the same result: bikini top. Gwen
giggled and pulled the top of Traci's shorts band out a little, peeked at the
white panties, and let the band go. It went back into place with a loud
snap.
"Ouch!" protested Traci, with mock-ire.
"Serves you right," said Gwen.
"Oh, it DOES, huh?" giggled Traci. "Well, let's go swimming!" Traci
scoped Gwen up into her arms, bridal style, and carried her through the house
into the backyard, stopping along the way to fetch the featherduster from its
place on the mantle in the living room. Gwen giggled, put her arms around her
best friend's neck, and kicked her legs playfully.
The Green's house, was at the end of the street in the middle of the
turnaround. Since it faced an open field, and since there were a few animals
out roaming in that field, John Graham Sr. had decided to install a fence to
keep out whatever needed to be kept out. The wooden fence stood eight feet
high and served its purpose nicely, although rabbits and gophers would
occasionally burrow under it. It also shielded whatever was going on in the
backyard from view of unwanted eyes. There were fence gates on both sides of
the house, and both were currently locked. As the house was on the end of the
circle, no backyards were actually adjacent to it anyway. It was a fairly
private area, especially at the moment, since nobody was home at either
adjoining house, something Traci fully knew.
Traci stopped at the chain fence surrounding the pool and opened the gate.
The pool itself was 45 x 60 feet, with three diving boards of various heights
at the deep end. John Sr. had been an excellent swimmer in his school days,
passing up an opportunity to try to qualify for the 1972 Olympic team.
Brother John Jr. was a state placed diver in high school and all conference
in college. All of the Grahams were excellent swimmers.
Gwen was an excellent swimmer as well, as mentioned. As Traci entered the
pool area, she expected to be put down so she could slip out of her shorts
and top. Traci did so and Gwen began by taking off her shoes and socks. But
Traci then picked Gwen back up and carried her to poolside by the middle
diving board.
Gwen shrieked and kicked playfully. "You're NOT going to toss me in like
this, I hope!"
Traci giggled and grinned her silly grin. She raised Gwen effortlessly to
the middle diving board, which was about six feet above the water level.
"Grab hold of the board, or in you go," grinned Traci. Gwen did as ordered,
and Traci eased her down so she was dangling from the board by her hands, her
legs in the water about up to her knees.
"Hey, no fair!" protested Gwen. "Let me get down!" She tried to work her
way back to poolside, but Traci gently pushed her back so she was about two
feet away. "Hey!" she said. Then the realization hit her, as she saw Traci's
grin. "Oh, no....." she giggled, "You woudln't!"
Traci, who knew Gwen's ticklish points and how long she could tickle (Gwen
being her favorite tickle target, and the one who enjoyed it the most)
giggled. "I wouldn't?" She reached out and playfully stroked the hollows of
Gwen's underarms for a couple of seconds.
Gwen shrieked, then giggled. "EEEEEEEEEIK!... tee hee hee hee hee hee hee
hee hee hee..." she kicked her legs a little, hampered somewhat by the water
covering the calves. Traci stopped and grinned. Gwen grinned, too. "You
BRAT!" she exclaimed, using her pet term for the times Traci was the most
mischievous. Traci smiled and reached out and stroked the exposed underarms
again. Gwen hung from the board and giggled helplessly. "Tee hee hee hee hee
hee hee hee... Trace you brat!!!... tee hee hee hee hee hee..." She struggled
to keep a grip on the board.
Traci stopped again for a few seconds, then liften Gwen's tank top and
gently wiggled her best friend's tummy. Gwen giggled and giggled, tummy
quivering, legs moving in the water. "Tee hee hee hee hee hee....that
tickles!... tee hee hee hee hee hee hee...I can't hold on much longer!!.. tee
hee hee hee hee....let me rest a second!!!... tee hee hee hee hee.."But Traci
tickled and tickled the tummy, and Gwen finally was too weak to hold on and
began slipping.
Traci was watching for this and quickly grabbed Gwen at the sides of the
ribs as Gwen lost her grip. Gwen, her weight now off of her arms worked her
way toward pool side as Traci drew her arms in. Once Traci could lift with
her legs, she efforteslly picked Gwen up and swooped her into her arms again,
bridal style.
Gwen smiled happily at her friend. "My heroine, saving me from my
fate...even if you WERE the cause of the fate!" she giggled.
"Well then, gimme a kiss on the cheek," Traci teased, with her silly grin.
Ordinarilly, Gwen would have done so immediately. But she sensed Traci
didn't want her to do so and wanted her to play hard to get. She shook her
head. "Nopers. No kiss for you."
Gwen was right. Traci's eyes brightened and she said, "Gimme kiss, or I'll
tickle you!"
"Nopers!"
"Okay, then," giggled Traci. "You're gonna GET IT!!!" Traci picked up the
duster on her way out of the pool area and made her way into the house. Gwen
kicked and squirmed and struggled, mostly to please Traci, who expected it.
Once inside the house, Traci made her way to the living room and deposited
Gwen in the oversized recliner. She pinned Gwen's arms back, meeting token
resistance and brought two leather cuffs, attached to silk ropes, out from
their hiding places attached to the back of the recliner. She fastened
Gwen's wrists to the cuffs, stretching her arms comfortably overhead.
Gwen made a pouty 'O' with her mouth. "You BRAT! You had this planned
before I ever got here!!" She looked around. All the curtains were drawn.
"Yuppers, Scamp," grinned Traci. Traci grinned and slipped Gwen's tank top
off and over head onto her outstretched arms, then slipped her shorts off,
leaving Gwen in her pretty yellow bikini. "Be right back, gotta get a towel
for your leggies," Traci said. Traci went upstairs to get the towel, but also
got her box of toys from its hiding place under some books on the top shelf of
the closet. She rejoined Gwen, after locking the front door. Gwen's eyes
widened at the box. Traci set the box down, and began to lightly towel Gwens
legs, then the recliner.
Gwen giggled. "Tee hee hee, that tickles!" she laughed as Traci rubed her
calves and lower thighs. "EEEEEEEEEEEEIK" she squealed as the towel dried her
feet.
Traci eyed the bikini. "What is that made out of?"
"Cotton, I think," replied Gwen, giggling still.
"Hmm, won't do," said Traci matter of factly. She pulled a sack out of the
box. "Guess what I bought you, Scamp?" Gwen looked questioningly at Traci,
and Traci opened the sack and pulled out a pair of panties, the size of which
would fit Gwen. Gwen looked at Traci oddly. "They're silk," said Traci with
a smirk. Gwen's eyes widened again, and she giggled nervously. "And,"
continued Traci, "You KNOW how much silk tickles, hehehe..." With that she
slid Gwen's bikini bottom off.
Gwen squirmed and gasped. "Hey, you're not going to put those on me, are
you? I'll go CRAZY!"
"It's these or nothing," said Traci. She looked at her friend's crotch,
which was smooth and hairless. "Nothing's grown back yet?" she asked.
"No, I shaved it again," said Gwen. "It itches like everything when it
starts growing, and I have to keep it shaven anyway since I'm going to be
swimming in college for the next four years." The girls on the high school
swim team all shaved their pubic hair for two reasons. One reason was that
it cut down on the resistance in the water. The second, and more important
reason was because the crotches of the bikinis resembled reverse thongs, and
a girl who didn't shave would be exposing a lot of muff while in the water.
So all the girls on the swim team shaved (which, I understand, is common
practice now among competitive swimmers). Gwen then winked at Traci.
"Anyhow, if it's good enough for you (Traci had kept hers shaven since she
was 14), it's good enough for me."
Traci grinned. "So, do you want the silk panties on or stay in the raw?"
Gwen pondered that. "Oh, you've seen me naked enough in our lives. Leave
them off," she told Traci, giggling.
"Okay, will do," replied Traci, putting the panties down. Traci then
pulled two more cuffs, similarly attached to silk ropes, out from their
hiding places on the sides of the recliner and quickly, before Gwen could
react, draped Gwen's legs over the sides of the recliner, one at a time, and
fastened the cuffs around them just above the knees.
"HEY!" protested Gwen, "I didn't know about THIS!!!!" She squirmed about.
"You want the panties on" asked Traci.
Gwen looked down at herself. There she was, arms cuffed overhead, and legs
cuffed and spread wide apart, everything spread out and showing between her
legs. She started to giggle. Then she laughed out loud. Traci giggled, too.
Finally, she calmed down and gave Traci a serious look. "Brat," she began,
"It's the same rules as always right? If I don't want you to do something you
don't do it???"
"Always, Pumpkin," Traci said, using her most endearning nickname for Gwen.
Gwen smiled. "Okay, leave them off."
Traci unfastened the string in back of Gwen's bikini top and removed it.
She looked at her best friend. Gwen's breasts, while smallish in size, were
nicely shaped, and had cute perky pink nipples (not knobby at all) centered
on each.
"Last chance," said Traci, leaning forward so her face was next to Gwen's.
"Gimme kiss, or I'll tickle and tickle and tickle!!!"
Gwen surprised Traci. She was supposed to refuse, giving Traci an excuse to
tickle. Instead, she leaned forward and around to face her and kissed Traci
lightly on the lips (instead of the usual place on the cheek). Traci looked
disappointed and unhappy at this. Gwen quickly allayed this by saying
brightly: "Now, BRAT, tickle me silly!"
Traci beamed, recovered quickly, and blurted out, "You call THAT a kiss?
That's not good enough! I'm gonna getcha!"
"Traci, wait, seriously," said Gwen, softly. Traci looked puzzled.
"Seriously" was their safeword. "Come here, sweetie," Gwen said, using her
fondest term for Traci. "Put your face close to me."
Traci did so, still puzzled. This wasn't like Gwen, who usually was very
squeamish about anything this (to Gwen) racy.
"Turn your face to mine," said Gwen.
Traci did so, and Gwen leaned forward and kissed Traci lightly on the lips.
The kiss lasted about 10 seconds, but was otherwise uneventful, mainly because
Traci was in shock. "Okay, sweetie," Gwen said, "I want you to tickle me in
your most mischievous way you can think up, but out of love and affection, and
without any 'Do this or else' play." Gwen got an idea. Her eyes brightened.
"Say, I know how! Remember the game we used to play called 'Does it tickle
here?'? Let's do it that way!"
Tracy beamed and grinned. She loved that game but thought Gwen had outgrown
it years ago. She smiled her most mischievous smile. "Okay, Pumpkin, I'm
gonna GETCHA and GETCHA and GETCHA!!!
Traci took the duster (Gwen's favorite tickle item) and stroked Gwen's tummy
with it. "Does it tickle here?"
Gwen giggled at the touch of the duster on her skin. "Tee hee hee hee hee
hee hee hee....yes!!!... hee hee hee hee hee hee.. tickles me!!!... hee hee
hee hee hee heeee?"
Traci ran the duster up and down Gwen's sides. "Is my Pumkin ticklish
here?"
Gwen laughed hard. "Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!! tickles too much!!!.. ha
ha ha ha ha..." She squirmed as much as her bonds would let her as the
duster ran up and down her sides. "Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha...
don't!!!... ha ha ha ha ha ha ha haaaaaaaaaaaaa..."
Traci giggled and put the duster down and stroked her friends helplessly
exposed underarms. "Does it tickle my little scamp here?"
Gwen giggled and giggled as Traci's soft gentle fingers worked their way
around her sensitive skin. "Tee hee hee hee hee...you KNOW it does!!!.. tee
hee hee hee hee...you BRAT!!!..... tee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee..." Traci
tickled there for about 30 seconds as Gwen giggled and tugged at the cuffs
that held her arms overhead and helpless.
Traci stopped, took the duster. Gwen looked at her friend. There was a
soft, affectionate look on her face. Gwen smiled, puckered her lips, and
motioned her friend forward. Traci obliged eagerly and Gwen kissed Traci's
lips fondly for a while. Traci knew, from accounts Gwen had given her with
her (Gwen's) boyfriends, that Gwen hated any kind of tonguing while kissing.
So Traci, who loved using her tongue, refrained from this, returning Gwen's
kiss tenderly.
Traci stepped back at the appropriate moment and grinned her silly grin.
"So," Traci couldn't help giggling, "Is my pumkin ticklish..... HERE?" The
last word was said as Traci stroked the duster playfully across Gwens exposed
breasts.
Gwen shrieked in surprise as the playful feathers touched the soft flesh of
her breasts. Then she began giggling....lightly at first, then harder. After
10 seconds, Gwen was giggling madly. "Giggle giggle giggle giggle giggle
giggle giggle giggle giggle......"
"Is my pumpkin TICKLISH there?" Traci bubbled, tickling and tickling Gwen's
breasts with the duster.
"Giggle giggle giggle giggle.....VERY MUCH!!!" Gwen blurted out, then
giggled even more crazilly. "Giggle giggle giggle
heheheheheheheheheheheheee... TOOO MUCH!!!... hee hee he he he he
hehehehehehehe he he he hehehehehehehehehehe...." She tried to shrink back
into the recliner.
Traci was turned on big time by this and couldn't stop tickling her friend
this way. "Tickle tickle tickle scamp here???" she teased, running the
duster playfully back and forth.
"Giggle giggle giggle..hehehehehehehhehe... tickles tickles tickles!!!!"
Gwen giggled. "Hee hee hee he he he
hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe!!!..." She began tossing her head back
and forth, tears of happy laughter streaming down her face, beads of sweat
appearing on her forehead. The breasts had firmed already and pretty pink
nipples were rock hard. Traci sped up the tempo of the duster and Gwen
giggled hysterically. "HEE HEE HEE HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!!!...
EEEEEEEEEEEE!! HEE HEE HEE HEE HEHEHEHEHEHHEHE!!!" She giggled and giggled
helplessly. Then the giggles lessened as she started to gasp a little for
air.
Traci knew this sign and stopped. Gwen's chest heaved as she drew in
bushels of air, giggling softly between giggles. She gradually got her wind
back and smiled happily at her tickler friend. "Oh, that was so cool!" she
said. "Do it some more, but just for a minute or so."
Traci was happy to oblige, and Gwen was soon giggling madly again, tears
streaming and sweat forming. "TEe hee hee hee hehehehehehehehehehehhe!!!
EEEEEE!! giggle giggle giggle giggle giggle......" Gwen began to feel twinges
down between her legs as her passion built. She began to gasp a little again.
Traci stopped and looked down at her friend's sex. Gwen was more than a
little wet and her clit was slightly swollen. Traci grinned. "Turning you
on, is it?"
Gwen nodded as she took in deep breaths. "Terribly so!" she told Traci.
"But I don't know if I want to take the next step yet." she added.
"Oh, we aren't done with THIS game yet," Traci told her with one of her
silliest grins. She took the towel that had been used to dry Gwen's legs and
gently removed all moisture from between Gwen's legs. Gwen moaned a little
and giggled a little. "So, pumpkin," grinned Traci, "Are you ticklish here?"
With that, Traci ran the duster up and down Gwen's inner thighs.
Gwen laughed crazilly. Traci knew how ticklish she was there. "HO HO HO HO
HO HO HO HO HO HO HO HO HO!!!" she laughed, flapping her legs helplessly and
twisting around on the recliner. "HO HO HO HO HO HO HO HO HO HO HO... TRACE
STAAHAAHAAHAAHAAHAAAHAAAAP!!!.... HOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!!" Traci
tickled and tickled the thighs and Gwen laughed and laughed hysterically.
"NOOO HO HO HO HO HO HO HO HO... TOO TICKLY!!!... HO HO HO HO HO HO HO HO..."
"You know the safeword," Traci told her, concerned that Gwen might have
forgotten or been unable to say it.
"HO HO HO...I KNOOOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOW!!.... DOHOHOHOHOHON'T
STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAP!!!... EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIK!!!... HAAAAAA HA HA HA
HA HA HA HA HAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!"
Traci let her friend rest, finally, and used the towel to lightly remove
moisture from Gwen's sexual area (it'd gotten plenty wet in the minute or so
Traci had been thigh tickle/teasing her), then used the opposite end of the
towel to dry Gwen's face, which was tear and sweat strewn. Gwen smiled
happily through breaths of air.
Finally, when Gwen seemed recovered enough, Traci said "Is my precious
pumpkin ticklish here?" With that she began tickling around Gwen's lower
abdomen, and along the sides of the hips. Gwen giggled helplessly and
squirmed her bottom all around. She got wet again. Traci noticed Gwen's
clit getting redder and redder, and swelling more and more. Gwen was turned
on majorly.
Traci stopped, dried Gwen one last time and smiled at her friend. Gwen
smiled back. Traci looked her friend in the eye. "So........." she began,
grinning. Gwen knew what was coming and giggled nervously. "Is my sweetie,"
began Traci, "ticklish......here?" The last word was spoken with the softest
of tones, as Traci stroked Gwen between the legs with the duster. Traci had
no idea if Gwen would be ticklish there or not. Most of her bi friends were
not, or at least not much.
Gwen, however was. She started giggling like a little girl, a high-pitched
shy giggle. "Tee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee....Oh Trace!!... tee
hee hee hee hee hee...oooooer!" The little girl giggle was punctuated by a
soft moan that was also high pitched for Gwen's normal voice, though not as
much so as the giggle. "Tee hee hee hee hee hee...it tickles me!... hee hee
hee hee hee hee...oooooer...hee hee hee hee...ooooooooer!... hee hee
hee....." Gwen ground her butt on the recliner, which, thankfully, was made
of easilly cleaned vinyl. Traci put the towel down under Gwen anyhow. Gwen
was dripping already.
Traci stopped. She'd been tickling her friend flush on the crotch with the
featherduster, including the clit. She set the duster down.
Gwen looked at Traci pleadingly. "Don't stop! It feels great!"
"I know, pumpkin," Traci told her. She reached into her box and pulled out
a small stiff feather. Gwen gasped as she saw the feather. Traci grinned
and placed the feather edgeways to Gwen and resumed tickling up and down her
sexual area, but avoiding the clit.
Gwen giggled her little girl giggle again. "Tee hee hee hee hee hee hee
hee.. tickles more!!!... hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee... HEY!"
Gwen realized Traci wasn't touching her special spot anymore. "Tee hee hee
hee.. TRACE!! ... tee hee hee hee... tickle HIGHER!!!... tee hee hee hee..."
"Okay," giggled Traci. She used the tip of the feather and tickled Gwen
along each side of her clit, but avoided touching the clit itself.
Gwen giggled helplessly. "Tee hee hee hee...you KNOW what I meant!... tee
hee hee hee hee hee... Pleee hee hee hee heeeeeese!!! ... hee hee hee hee...
traaaaaaaaceee hee hee heeeeeeeeeee!!!" She ground her butt into the
recliner, and tried moving herself onto the feather, but that was futile.
"Tee hee hee hee hee.... BRAT!!!... tee hee hee hee heeeeeeeee"
"Hehehehe," Traci giggled. She opened her friend wide and began tickling
all around the clit, coming as close as she could to it without touching it.
Gwen giggled and giggled, struggling to get even a touch of the feather.
She felt like she would explode if Traci even stroked her there once. "Tee
hee hee hee hee hee...YOU TEEEE HEE HEE HEE HEEEEEEEASE!!!!... tee hee hee
hee..." Gwen squirmed wildly now, head tossing from side to side, arms and
legs flapping against their restraints, butt bouncing frantically around on
the recliner. "PLEEEE HEE HEE HEE HEEEEEZE," Traci grinned at the almost
comical little girl voice and giggle that was in stark contrast to the
frantic girl/woman who was struggling under her, emotions pent up inside,
ready to burst at the first touch of her most sensitive spot. "Tee hee hee,"
giggled Gwen. "Tee hee hee hee hee hee hee....BRAT BRAT BRAT!!!!!... tee hee
hee hee hee hee hee...I'm going NUTS TRACE!!!!...tee hee hee hee hee
hee...PLEASE!!!!"
Traci smiles lovingly at her friend and stopped tickling. "Sooooooo," she
purred at her friend, holding her open so the clit was fully exposed. "Is my
sweetie ticklish..." then very softly, "here?"
With that Traci stroked the clit with the feather. She expected her friend to
scream, gasp and moan. She expected Gwen to explode violently. She certainly
didn't expect to hear any giggling.
But Gwen surprised her again. The little girl voice was replaced by one a
little deeper in tone but still a giggle. A completely helpless giggle. "Hee
hee hee hee hee hee...." Gwen started giggling... "Hee hee hee hee hee hee hee
hee heeeeeee....." Then Gwen started orgasming on the feather.
Traci didn't mind this: she'd bought hundreds of these feathers and had
six more in the box next to her. Traci was majorly turned on by Gwen's
ticklishness here, and the fact that it was causing orgasmic reactions
heighted the turnon for Traci, who was already wet herself. "Is my little
pumpkin ticklish here," Traci teased as she stroked and stroked the clit.
"Hee hee hee hee.. yeeeeeeeeeeeeessssssssss!!!.." exclaimed Gwen as she
flowed freely, "Tee hee hee hee hee hee ...very much!!!!.."
Traci grinned and switched her grip on the feather. Gwen was now swollen
so that Traci didn't need to hold her open any longer to get to the clit.
Traci smiled and pondered. Gwen wasn't ready for a dildo or vibrator yet.
Traci slipped a couple of fingers from her free hand into Gwen's femininity.
Does my pumpkin need something to squeeze on?" she asked playfully while
continually stroking Gwen with the feather.
Gwen moaned and tightened on the fingers immediately, then giggled as the
feather did its work. "Tee hee hee hee hee hee...oooooooooooer!!!" the giggles
were again punctuated by moans, "Tee hee hee hee oooooooer!!!... tee hee hee
oooooooooer!... tee hee oooooooooer!" Gwen was squeezing rhythmaitcally on
Traci's fingers as she flowed and flowed onto the feather and towel.
Traci dropped the soggy feather on the towel and quickly fetched another
from the box, resuming her work on Gwen's clit. "Is my pumpkin ticklish
where she's a girrrrrrrrrrrrrrl?" she cooed.
Gwen giggled and oooered. "Tee hee hee hee....ooooooer...tee hee hee
hee..mmmmmmmmmmmmm... tee hee hee hee heeeeeeeeee!!!" Traci felt Gwen
building over and over, clamping down hard on her fingers, trying to gobble
them up. Traci rolled her fingers around inside of Gwen strongly, massaging
the walls of her femininity. Gwen gasped and moaned loudly. Traci went back
to clit- tickling Gwen. Gwen started to giggle again. "Tee hee hee hee hee
hee hee..mmmmmmmm... tee hee hee hee hee hee..." Gwen orgasmed and orgasmed,
unable to stop, climaxing hard, while giggling at the feather that both
teased and tickled her clit mercilessly.
"Is my angel girl ticklish?" teased Traci, rolling her fingers inside of
Gwen and stroking with the feather.
"Tee hee hee hee hee...yes!!!" cried out Gwen... "tee hee hee hee hee hee
hee hee hee...OOOOOOOOOOOOOH!!!"
Traci could feel her friend ebbing a little. "Well, I'm not going to put
these to waste," Traci said, reaching for the silk panties. Gwen didn't even
see them, or seem to hear Traci, as she giggled and squeezed. Traci took the
panties, wrapped a little bit of them around her forefinger, and playfully
started stroking and rubbing Gwen's clit with the soft silk.
Gwen's laughter stopped. She screamed at the touch of the silk to her most
precious spot. Traci giggled, then decided Gwen might as well get the full
treatment. "Use the safeword if you panic, cause it's going to get racy from
here!" she told her friend. Gwen nodded as best she could through her
emotions. Traci pulled her fingers out of Gwen, uncuffed her friends legs,
and pushed the recliner to the rear a little so Gwen was laying more on her
back. Gwen undraped her legs from over the recliner arms, but still kept them
well part. Traci took a relatively small dildo out of her box and gently
inserted it into Gwen. The way was plenty lubricated, and Gwen wasn't a
virgin, so it slid in easilly. Gwen gasped loudly as the dildo entered her.
Traci took her silk covered finger and began rubbing Gwen's clit. Gwen
moaned loudly. Traci gently moved the dildo in and out of Gwen. Gwen arched
her back, then bucked her hips. Traci felt Gwen building quickly and stepped
up the tempo. Gwen bucked and thrust her hips in rhythm to the dilo's
stroking. Traci rode Gwen's clit with the silk, rubbing gently, then firmly,
then gently, alternately.
Gwen went nearly out of her mind. gasping and moaning in sheer pleasure.
She started pumping her hips furiously, drew rapidly to a climax, and
orgasmed hard. Traci worked and worked on her friend, pushing the dildo in
hard, as deeply as it would go. Gwen shrieked and quickly orgasmed again.
Traci relentlessly teased her friend's clit with the silk while pumping her
furiously. Gwen bucked and arched and thrust to get the dildo in deeper.
Traci had to change the position of the silk on her finger often to keep it
relatively dry. Finally, after quite a while, as Gwen seemed to ebb again,
Traci climbed down, lay comfy between her friend's legs, spread her wide, and
licked her from top to bottom.
She didn't expect the reaction she got. Gwen started giggling again!! "Tee
hee hee hee hee hee...oh that tickles!!!... tee hee hee hee hee hee hee....
TRACE!!!... tee hee hee hee..." Gwen fought it as long as she could, but
finally closed her legs on Traci's head.
Traci quickly recuffed Gwen's legs, with some resistance, to their former
position and knelt and laid comfy again. "Oh, no you don't!" she told Gwen.
"If you're ticklish this way, you are TOAST!"
Gwen took a deep breath and her face turned very serious. "Even if I said
"Seriously?" she asked sternly.
Traci stopped cold and looked into Gwen's eyes. Gwen showed no hint of
playfulness. Traci sighed. "No," she said, dejected, "Not then. You know
I'd never break that promise." She began to reach for the leg cuffs.
She stopped as Gwen giggled. "Go for it BRAT!" Gwen said. "But only cause
I let ya!"
Traci mock-growled. "I just might tickle you there all DAY!!!" she
threatened. She got comfortable again, spread Gwen, and playfully licked up
and down, tongue-tickling her friend's soft pink/red girlishness.
Gwen giggled like a little girl again, but in a slightly more controlled
way, not quite as helplessly as before. "Tee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee...
oh you BRAT!!.. tee hee hee hee hee hee hee... that tickles me sooooooo
much!... tee hee hee hee hee..." She struggled with her legs against the
unrelenting cuffs that held them apart.
"And you love it dontcha!" beamed Traci, licking and licking.
Gwen giggled, nodding, "It's neeheeheeheeheeheeeeeat!... Tee hee hee hee hee
hee hee....but I want to close my legs....tee hee hee hee
hee...soooooooooo...tee hee hee hee...BAD!!!... tee hee hee hee...."
"Ya can't can ya?" teased Traci as she licked and dabbled on the sweet red
feminitiy of the slit.
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!...tee hee hee hee hee.... NOOOO!!....tee hee hee hee
heee...." giggled Gwen, more helplessly, "tee hee hee... you have meeheehee
hee heeeeeeee.. soooooooooooo.... hee hee hee hee..... helpless!!!... hee hee
hee hee heeeeee..."
"I know!" said Traci, now running a fingernail lightly up and down one side
of Gwen's sex. "Tickle tickle tickle girl!!!"
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIK!!!.. tee hee hee hee hee hee hee... tickles!!!" shrieked
Gwen at the fingernail. "Tee hee hee...Traci STOP... tee hee hee
hee...SERIOUSLY!!!"
Traci quit immediately and looked up at Gwen. Gwen said, softly, "I'm too
sore for the nail, sweetie." She smiled impishly at Traci. "Use your tongue
instead. I love that, even if it tickles me too much!"
Traci didn't need to be asked twice. She licked and licked Gwen. Gwen
giggled and giggled. Traci began to taste some of Gwen's moisture. She
looked. Gwen was getting excited again. Traci spread her friend totally and
began licking and gently nibbling on Gwen's clit. Gwen's giggling became
punctuated frequently with moans of pleasure. "Oooooooooooooo.. tee hee hee
hee...put your fingers in meeeeeee!... tee hee hee hee hee ooooooooooer!!"
Traci obliged, keeping her friend spread on top with one hand and inserting
her fingers as deep as they'd go with the other. "OOOOOOOOOOOOOH!" cried
Gwen as the fingers rubbed her femininity. "Gently, Trace, please!" Traci
let her fingers rest motionless inside of Gwen so Gwen could apply her own
pressure to them as she saw fit. Gwen giggled and giggled as the tongue
dabbled at her special spot, and ooered and moaned. Traci felt the walls of
Gwen's femininity contract on her fingers rhythmically. Traci sucked lightly
on Gwen, pausing occasionially to lick Gwen from top to bottom, devouring all
the moisture that came forth, which was still surprisingly considerable.
Gwen orgasmed hard, then ebbed, then did it again, then let down a little.
Traci, sensing that Gwen was almost spent, worked furiously, but very lightly
with tongue, teeth and lips on Gwen's clit. The change in sensation made
Gwen gasp and moan loudly. She began thrashing wildly against her bonds.
Traci felt her friend clamping down hard on her fingers, trying, it seemed,
to crush them, then building with a feverish tempo. Traci worked as fast as
she could on her friend. Gwen responded with repeated contractions. Traci
grinned her silliest grin, one that Gwen, eyes closed and in deep pleasure,
didn't see. Traci reached down into the box and pulled out a little pencil
sized wand. She pushed the button on the end and the wand began to vibrate.
Traci grinned devilishly and applied the wand to Gwen's clit and rubbed it.
Gwen screamed in surprise at the buzzy wand. She gasped and moaned loudly.
Then she began contracting hard and repeatedly. Traci stroked and stroked
Gwen's clit with the wand. Gwen came harder and harder. Traci took her
fingers out and put the dildo in and started stroking her friend's femininity
with it, while wand teasing her clit. Gwen bucked and ground her butt and
thrust as much as the restraints would let her. She contracted hard and
rhythmically. She flowed freely, Traci licking as much of it up as she could.
Gwen didn't seem to be able to come down. There were no ebbs of any
significance, only hard contractions and more flowing. She seemed to build up
higher and higher. The contractions intensified. Finally with a loud scream,
she bucked and pumped furiously for about 30 seconds. Traci became a little
alarmed at the intensity Gwen was reaching.
Then, quickly, it was over. Gwen began ebbing. Traci pulled the dildo out
and put her fingers in, still wand teasing. The contractions eased, though
the continued. Gwen seemed irritated at the wand. Traci set it down and
softly rubbed Gwen's clit with her fingers. Gween purred, and the
contractions lessened in intensity. The moisture came almost to a halt.
Gwen was ebbing, but slowly and happily. Traci rubbed fondly and let Gwen do
as she wished with the fingers. Gwen lightly squeezed on them a few times.
Traci's rubbing of her friends clit became a soft gentle stroke. Gwen sighed
happily and continued to come down slowly. Finally, it was over. Gwen
sighed again, relaxed, exhausted, gave her friend's fingers one last loving
squeeze, and nodded.
Traci pulled her fingers out and gently licked her friend clean. Gwen purred
softly. Traci uncuffed Gwen's wrists and legs. Gwen didn't move.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmm, Trace....." Gwen said in a soft, somewhat weak voice, "That was
sooooooo nice!"
"For me too, Scamp," Traci told her. She looked at Gwen. Gwen was soaked
in sweat. "But you need a bath and some loving treatment." Traci gathered
her friend into her arms and carried her upstairs. Upstairs, she gave Gwen a
long, luxurious bubblebath and shampoo. Then she toweled her off and set her
friend on her lap and dried and combed out her hair, then applied oil and
baby power to various places. Finally, she dressed Gwen in one of her
Tshirts (which served as a sleep shirt for Gwen and carried her still
slightly weak friend into her room and tucked her into bed. "You take a nap,
Pumpkin," she told her. "You can use about an hour's worth. I have to do
some cleaning." She giggled.
Gwen smiled. "What time is it?" she asked.
Traci looked at her watch. "About 10:30"
"What time are your parents due home?"
"Not till about 5:00 at the earliest," Traci told her.
"Well," cooed Gwen, "when I wake up, we can have lunch, then maybe swim
afterwards, BUT........" she let the sentence hang there.
"But?" asked Traci, questioningly.
"But," repeated Gwen, "After that, I'm going to tie you in the SAME
position and do everything to you that you did to me... right down to that
WAND!!!" She then raised her arms to Traci.
Traci bent over and hugged Gwen, who took Traci's face in her hands and
kissed her lightly on the lips. "And you will probably love it." Gwen said.
Traci reached under the covers and playfully rib tickled the sides of
Gwen's ribs for about 10 seconds. Gwen giggled helplessly. Traci bent over
and kissed Gwen softly on the lips. "I guarantee you I'll love it," Tracy
told her.
Gwen took the other pillow, cuddled up to it, and closed her eyes. She was
asleep before Traci reached the top of the stairs.
Downstairs, Traci cleaned the recliner and toys. She was tingling deep
inside from the session, and from the scent of Gwen still in the air. She
wished it was afternoon already. The thought of Gwen having her helpless and
tickling and teasing her made her ache with passion. She put it out of her
mind for the moment and went to the basement and tossed the towel into the
washer, along with a load of laundry.
Back upstairs, Traci lay comfortably in the recliner. "Hmmm," she thought
to herself, her own feminity tingling again from the session, what was to
come, and the lingering scent in the air, "I'm going to get a pretty good
workout this afternoon," she thought happilly, her tingling building at that
thought. "I should probably wait until then so I can enjoy it thoroughly."
She grinned her silly grin. "Nah," she thought, as she laid back on the
recliner and unbuttoned her shorts. "I can handle both."
End of part one
Here's another of the few stories I know that focus on genital tickling...
Again, it's not mine. And again, I don't know who wrote it - sorry. And again again, please just throw it off, if you don't like it...
Here's part one (of two).
Enjoy & take care!
tei
(The following is the first in the series of stories starring Traci Green, an
18 year old high school senior with a love of tickling, mischief, and life
itself. This story is not tame, but do not thing that all Traci stories are
going to be as wild as this one. :> Anyway, I hope you like it....)
(NOTE: The following story contains very explicit adult content between two
females. If you are not of legal age to read such, or if such matter offends
you, please stop reading now.)
GWEN IS INITIATED
Traci Green wasn't your average high school senior girl. She stood six
foot three inches tall and about 155 lbs, none of it excess body fat. She
could bench press more than 90% of the boys her age, and was all state in
three sports (and was on several best-player lists for the U.S. in
basketball). Traci had curly light brown hair that was near shoulder length,
brown eyes, and a very pretty face. Traci was a bit lacking in the bust
department ("I'm flat as day-old root-beer," she'd say), and could easilly be
(and was often) mistaken for a man from far away, especially from the back.
Traci had beautiful teeth, teeth that were brushed several times a day, and
which were cavity free. These teeth were often showing, as Traci did a lot
of grinning.
Traci had two grins: the normal everyday grin that we're all familiar with,
and what others referred to as 'her silly grin.' The silly grin was a dead
giveaway that Traci had something mischievous on her mind or was in the
process of doing something mischievous. Traci had a love of tickling and a
greater love of mischief and pranks. She spent much of her idle time
dreaming up ways to combine the two and would seize any opportunity to do
either or both. And nobody was immune from Traci's antics. Her targets
included people from age 4 to age 84, both male and female. This last was
not a surprise, since Traci was quite bisexual, and was very open and
straightforward about it.
Traci, however, had one slight weakness. Traci was terribly ticklish
herself, and, since she loved being tickled (up to a point), was totally
helpless when tickled by somebody she knew and trusted (but outsiders were in
for a rude shock). She would lay still and giggle herself silly, until she
got too winded or grew tired of it (the former usually preceded the latter),
upon which she would gently but firmly stop the tickler. Traci would usually
last about three minutes, but under the hands of somebody who knew her well
(and knew how to pace her), could be tickled for up to an hour.
Gwen Carter was one such person. Gwen was Traci's best friend. A senior
also, and 18 like Traci, Gwen was relatively tiny, compared to her best
friend: she stood 5-2, and was no more than 100 lbs. (and that only if
dripping wet). She had shoulder length dark brown hair, emerald-green eyes,
and a face that was adorably cute, all features fitting perfectly and
complementing each other. Like Traci, she was a bit on the unchesty side,
and unlike her friend, Gwen would use padded bras and stuffings to make
herself look bustier, something Traci teased Gwen about all the time. While
obviously not as strong as Traci, Gwen made up for it by having a little more
endurance, that coming from her distance running and swimming, of which she'd
been to state meets in both, as well as a 3rd place finish in a relay race.
The two of them were standing at the front door of Traci's house. Traci's
parents both worked and were both gone that summer day. Traci's only sibling
(Gwen was an only child), John Jr., had already graduated from college and was
into computer programming.
Tracy eyed Gwen, who was wearing shorts that hardly covered an inch of her
thighs and a sleeveless tank top. "So, pumpkin," Traci said, using her pet
name for Gwen, "Wanna take a dip?"
Gwen looked at Traci, who was wearing her usual summer garb of a t-shirt
and shorts. She grinned and pulled the front band of her shorts out an inch
or so. Traci looked down and saw that Gwen was wearing her bikini
underneath. Traci grinned her silly grin and pulled the top of Gwen's tank
out a little and peeked there, too, with the same result: bikini top. Gwen
giggled and pulled the top of Traci's shorts band out a little, peeked at the
white panties, and let the band go. It went back into place with a loud
snap.
"Ouch!" protested Traci, with mock-ire.
"Serves you right," said Gwen.
"Oh, it DOES, huh?" giggled Traci. "Well, let's go swimming!" Traci
scoped Gwen up into her arms, bridal style, and carried her through the house
into the backyard, stopping along the way to fetch the featherduster from its
place on the mantle in the living room. Gwen giggled, put her arms around her
best friend's neck, and kicked her legs playfully.
The Green's house, was at the end of the street in the middle of the
turnaround. Since it faced an open field, and since there were a few animals
out roaming in that field, John Graham Sr. had decided to install a fence to
keep out whatever needed to be kept out. The wooden fence stood eight feet
high and served its purpose nicely, although rabbits and gophers would
occasionally burrow under it. It also shielded whatever was going on in the
backyard from view of unwanted eyes. There were fence gates on both sides of
the house, and both were currently locked. As the house was on the end of the
circle, no backyards were actually adjacent to it anyway. It was a fairly
private area, especially at the moment, since nobody was home at either
adjoining house, something Traci fully knew.
Traci stopped at the chain fence surrounding the pool and opened the gate.
The pool itself was 45 x 60 feet, with three diving boards of various heights
at the deep end. John Sr. had been an excellent swimmer in his school days,
passing up an opportunity to try to qualify for the 1972 Olympic team.
Brother John Jr. was a state placed diver in high school and all conference
in college. All of the Grahams were excellent swimmers.
Gwen was an excellent swimmer as well, as mentioned. As Traci entered the
pool area, she expected to be put down so she could slip out of her shorts
and top. Traci did so and Gwen began by taking off her shoes and socks. But
Traci then picked Gwen back up and carried her to poolside by the middle
diving board.
Gwen shrieked and kicked playfully. "You're NOT going to toss me in like
this, I hope!"
Traci giggled and grinned her silly grin. She raised Gwen effortlessly to
the middle diving board, which was about six feet above the water level.
"Grab hold of the board, or in you go," grinned Traci. Gwen did as ordered,
and Traci eased her down so she was dangling from the board by her hands, her
legs in the water about up to her knees.
"Hey, no fair!" protested Gwen. "Let me get down!" She tried to work her
way back to poolside, but Traci gently pushed her back so she was about two
feet away. "Hey!" she said. Then the realization hit her, as she saw Traci's
grin. "Oh, no....." she giggled, "You woudln't!"
Traci, who knew Gwen's ticklish points and how long she could tickle (Gwen
being her favorite tickle target, and the one who enjoyed it the most)
giggled. "I wouldn't?" She reached out and playfully stroked the hollows of
Gwen's underarms for a couple of seconds.
Gwen shrieked, then giggled. "EEEEEEEEEIK!... tee hee hee hee hee hee hee
hee hee hee..." she kicked her legs a little, hampered somewhat by the water
covering the calves. Traci stopped and grinned. Gwen grinned, too. "You
BRAT!" she exclaimed, using her pet term for the times Traci was the most
mischievous. Traci smiled and reached out and stroked the exposed underarms
again. Gwen hung from the board and giggled helplessly. "Tee hee hee hee hee
hee hee hee... Trace you brat!!!... tee hee hee hee hee hee..." She struggled
to keep a grip on the board.
Traci stopped again for a few seconds, then liften Gwen's tank top and
gently wiggled her best friend's tummy. Gwen giggled and giggled, tummy
quivering, legs moving in the water. "Tee hee hee hee hee hee....that
tickles!... tee hee hee hee hee hee hee...I can't hold on much longer!!.. tee
hee hee hee hee....let me rest a second!!!... tee hee hee hee hee.."But Traci
tickled and tickled the tummy, and Gwen finally was too weak to hold on and
began slipping.
Traci was watching for this and quickly grabbed Gwen at the sides of the
ribs as Gwen lost her grip. Gwen, her weight now off of her arms worked her
way toward pool side as Traci drew her arms in. Once Traci could lift with
her legs, she efforteslly picked Gwen up and swooped her into her arms again,
bridal style.
Gwen smiled happily at her friend. "My heroine, saving me from my
fate...even if you WERE the cause of the fate!" she giggled.
"Well then, gimme a kiss on the cheek," Traci teased, with her silly grin.
Ordinarilly, Gwen would have done so immediately. But she sensed Traci
didn't want her to do so and wanted her to play hard to get. She shook her
head. "Nopers. No kiss for you."
Gwen was right. Traci's eyes brightened and she said, "Gimme kiss, or I'll
tickle you!"
"Nopers!"
"Okay, then," giggled Traci. "You're gonna GET IT!!!" Traci picked up the
duster on her way out of the pool area and made her way into the house. Gwen
kicked and squirmed and struggled, mostly to please Traci, who expected it.
Once inside the house, Traci made her way to the living room and deposited
Gwen in the oversized recliner. She pinned Gwen's arms back, meeting token
resistance and brought two leather cuffs, attached to silk ropes, out from
their hiding places attached to the back of the recliner. She fastened
Gwen's wrists to the cuffs, stretching her arms comfortably overhead.
Gwen made a pouty 'O' with her mouth. "You BRAT! You had this planned
before I ever got here!!" She looked around. All the curtains were drawn.
"Yuppers, Scamp," grinned Traci. Traci grinned and slipped Gwen's tank top
off and over head onto her outstretched arms, then slipped her shorts off,
leaving Gwen in her pretty yellow bikini. "Be right back, gotta get a towel
for your leggies," Traci said. Traci went upstairs to get the towel, but also
got her box of toys from its hiding place under some books on the top shelf of
the closet. She rejoined Gwen, after locking the front door. Gwen's eyes
widened at the box. Traci set the box down, and began to lightly towel Gwens
legs, then the recliner.
Gwen giggled. "Tee hee hee, that tickles!" she laughed as Traci rubed her
calves and lower thighs. "EEEEEEEEEEEEIK" she squealed as the towel dried her
feet.
Traci eyed the bikini. "What is that made out of?"
"Cotton, I think," replied Gwen, giggling still.
"Hmm, won't do," said Traci matter of factly. She pulled a sack out of the
box. "Guess what I bought you, Scamp?" Gwen looked questioningly at Traci,
and Traci opened the sack and pulled out a pair of panties, the size of which
would fit Gwen. Gwen looked at Traci oddly. "They're silk," said Traci with
a smirk. Gwen's eyes widened again, and she giggled nervously. "And,"
continued Traci, "You KNOW how much silk tickles, hehehe..." With that she
slid Gwen's bikini bottom off.
Gwen squirmed and gasped. "Hey, you're not going to put those on me, are
you? I'll go CRAZY!"
"It's these or nothing," said Traci. She looked at her friend's crotch,
which was smooth and hairless. "Nothing's grown back yet?" she asked.
"No, I shaved it again," said Gwen. "It itches like everything when it
starts growing, and I have to keep it shaven anyway since I'm going to be
swimming in college for the next four years." The girls on the high school
swim team all shaved their pubic hair for two reasons. One reason was that
it cut down on the resistance in the water. The second, and more important
reason was because the crotches of the bikinis resembled reverse thongs, and
a girl who didn't shave would be exposing a lot of muff while in the water.
So all the girls on the swim team shaved (which, I understand, is common
practice now among competitive swimmers). Gwen then winked at Traci.
"Anyhow, if it's good enough for you (Traci had kept hers shaven since she
was 14), it's good enough for me."
Traci grinned. "So, do you want the silk panties on or stay in the raw?"
Gwen pondered that. "Oh, you've seen me naked enough in our lives. Leave
them off," she told Traci, giggling.
"Okay, will do," replied Traci, putting the panties down. Traci then
pulled two more cuffs, similarly attached to silk ropes, out from their
hiding places on the sides of the recliner and quickly, before Gwen could
react, draped Gwen's legs over the sides of the recliner, one at a time, and
fastened the cuffs around them just above the knees.
"HEY!" protested Gwen, "I didn't know about THIS!!!!" She squirmed about.
"You want the panties on" asked Traci.
Gwen looked down at herself. There she was, arms cuffed overhead, and legs
cuffed and spread wide apart, everything spread out and showing between her
legs. She started to giggle. Then she laughed out loud. Traci giggled, too.
Finally, she calmed down and gave Traci a serious look. "Brat," she began,
"It's the same rules as always right? If I don't want you to do something you
don't do it???"
"Always, Pumpkin," Traci said, using her most endearning nickname for Gwen.
Gwen smiled. "Okay, leave them off."
Traci unfastened the string in back of Gwen's bikini top and removed it.
She looked at her best friend. Gwen's breasts, while smallish in size, were
nicely shaped, and had cute perky pink nipples (not knobby at all) centered
on each.
"Last chance," said Traci, leaning forward so her face was next to Gwen's.
"Gimme kiss, or I'll tickle and tickle and tickle!!!"
Gwen surprised Traci. She was supposed to refuse, giving Traci an excuse to
tickle. Instead, she leaned forward and around to face her and kissed Traci
lightly on the lips (instead of the usual place on the cheek). Traci looked
disappointed and unhappy at this. Gwen quickly allayed this by saying
brightly: "Now, BRAT, tickle me silly!"
Traci beamed, recovered quickly, and blurted out, "You call THAT a kiss?
That's not good enough! I'm gonna getcha!"
"Traci, wait, seriously," said Gwen, softly. Traci looked puzzled.
"Seriously" was their safeword. "Come here, sweetie," Gwen said, using her
fondest term for Traci. "Put your face close to me."
Traci did so, still puzzled. This wasn't like Gwen, who usually was very
squeamish about anything this (to Gwen) racy.
"Turn your face to mine," said Gwen.
Traci did so, and Gwen leaned forward and kissed Traci lightly on the lips.
The kiss lasted about 10 seconds, but was otherwise uneventful, mainly because
Traci was in shock. "Okay, sweetie," Gwen said, "I want you to tickle me in
your most mischievous way you can think up, but out of love and affection, and
without any 'Do this or else' play." Gwen got an idea. Her eyes brightened.
"Say, I know how! Remember the game we used to play called 'Does it tickle
here?'? Let's do it that way!"
Tracy beamed and grinned. She loved that game but thought Gwen had outgrown
it years ago. She smiled her most mischievous smile. "Okay, Pumpkin, I'm
gonna GETCHA and GETCHA and GETCHA!!!
Traci took the duster (Gwen's favorite tickle item) and stroked Gwen's tummy
with it. "Does it tickle here?"
Gwen giggled at the touch of the duster on her skin. "Tee hee hee hee hee
hee hee hee....yes!!!... hee hee hee hee hee hee.. tickles me!!!... hee hee
hee hee hee heeee?"
Traci ran the duster up and down Gwen's sides. "Is my Pumkin ticklish
here?"
Gwen laughed hard. "Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!! tickles too much!!!.. ha
ha ha ha ha..." She squirmed as much as her bonds would let her as the
duster ran up and down her sides. "Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha...
don't!!!... ha ha ha ha ha ha ha haaaaaaaaaaaaa..."
Traci giggled and put the duster down and stroked her friends helplessly
exposed underarms. "Does it tickle my little scamp here?"
Gwen giggled and giggled as Traci's soft gentle fingers worked their way
around her sensitive skin. "Tee hee hee hee hee...you KNOW it does!!!.. tee
hee hee hee hee...you BRAT!!!..... tee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee..." Traci
tickled there for about 30 seconds as Gwen giggled and tugged at the cuffs
that held her arms overhead and helpless.
Traci stopped, took the duster. Gwen looked at her friend. There was a
soft, affectionate look on her face. Gwen smiled, puckered her lips, and
motioned her friend forward. Traci obliged eagerly and Gwen kissed Traci's
lips fondly for a while. Traci knew, from accounts Gwen had given her with
her (Gwen's) boyfriends, that Gwen hated any kind of tonguing while kissing.
So Traci, who loved using her tongue, refrained from this, returning Gwen's
kiss tenderly.
Traci stepped back at the appropriate moment and grinned her silly grin.
"So," Traci couldn't help giggling, "Is my pumkin ticklish..... HERE?" The
last word was said as Traci stroked the duster playfully across Gwens exposed
breasts.
Gwen shrieked in surprise as the playful feathers touched the soft flesh of
her breasts. Then she began giggling....lightly at first, then harder. After
10 seconds, Gwen was giggling madly. "Giggle giggle giggle giggle giggle
giggle giggle giggle giggle......"
"Is my pumpkin TICKLISH there?" Traci bubbled, tickling and tickling Gwen's
breasts with the duster.
"Giggle giggle giggle giggle.....VERY MUCH!!!" Gwen blurted out, then
giggled even more crazilly. "Giggle giggle giggle
heheheheheheheheheheheheee... TOOO MUCH!!!... hee hee he he he he
hehehehehehehe he he he hehehehehehehehehehe...." She tried to shrink back
into the recliner.
Traci was turned on big time by this and couldn't stop tickling her friend
this way. "Tickle tickle tickle scamp here???" she teased, running the
duster playfully back and forth.
"Giggle giggle giggle..hehehehehehehhehe... tickles tickles tickles!!!!"
Gwen giggled. "Hee hee hee he he he
hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe!!!..." She began tossing her head back
and forth, tears of happy laughter streaming down her face, beads of sweat
appearing on her forehead. The breasts had firmed already and pretty pink
nipples were rock hard. Traci sped up the tempo of the duster and Gwen
giggled hysterically. "HEE HEE HEE HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!!!...
EEEEEEEEEEEE!! HEE HEE HEE HEE HEHEHEHEHEHHEHE!!!" She giggled and giggled
helplessly. Then the giggles lessened as she started to gasp a little for
air.
Traci knew this sign and stopped. Gwen's chest heaved as she drew in
bushels of air, giggling softly between giggles. She gradually got her wind
back and smiled happily at her tickler friend. "Oh, that was so cool!" she
said. "Do it some more, but just for a minute or so."
Traci was happy to oblige, and Gwen was soon giggling madly again, tears
streaming and sweat forming. "TEe hee hee hee hehehehehehehehehehehhe!!!
EEEEEE!! giggle giggle giggle giggle giggle......" Gwen began to feel twinges
down between her legs as her passion built. She began to gasp a little again.
Traci stopped and looked down at her friend's sex. Gwen was more than a
little wet and her clit was slightly swollen. Traci grinned. "Turning you
on, is it?"
Gwen nodded as she took in deep breaths. "Terribly so!" she told Traci.
"But I don't know if I want to take the next step yet." she added.
"Oh, we aren't done with THIS game yet," Traci told her with one of her
silliest grins. She took the towel that had been used to dry Gwen's legs and
gently removed all moisture from between Gwen's legs. Gwen moaned a little
and giggled a little. "So, pumpkin," grinned Traci, "Are you ticklish here?"
With that, Traci ran the duster up and down Gwen's inner thighs.
Gwen laughed crazilly. Traci knew how ticklish she was there. "HO HO HO HO
HO HO HO HO HO HO HO HO HO!!!" she laughed, flapping her legs helplessly and
twisting around on the recliner. "HO HO HO HO HO HO HO HO HO HO HO... TRACE
STAAHAAHAAHAAHAAHAAAHAAAAP!!!.... HOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!!" Traci
tickled and tickled the thighs and Gwen laughed and laughed hysterically.
"NOOO HO HO HO HO HO HO HO HO... TOO TICKLY!!!... HO HO HO HO HO HO HO HO..."
"You know the safeword," Traci told her, concerned that Gwen might have
forgotten or been unable to say it.
"HO HO HO...I KNOOOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOW!!.... DOHOHOHOHOHON'T
STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAP!!!... EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIK!!!... HAAAAAA HA HA HA
HA HA HA HA HAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!"
Traci let her friend rest, finally, and used the towel to lightly remove
moisture from Gwen's sexual area (it'd gotten plenty wet in the minute or so
Traci had been thigh tickle/teasing her), then used the opposite end of the
towel to dry Gwen's face, which was tear and sweat strewn. Gwen smiled
happily through breaths of air.
Finally, when Gwen seemed recovered enough, Traci said "Is my precious
pumpkin ticklish here?" With that she began tickling around Gwen's lower
abdomen, and along the sides of the hips. Gwen giggled helplessly and
squirmed her bottom all around. She got wet again. Traci noticed Gwen's
clit getting redder and redder, and swelling more and more. Gwen was turned
on majorly.
Traci stopped, dried Gwen one last time and smiled at her friend. Gwen
smiled back. Traci looked her friend in the eye. "So........." she began,
grinning. Gwen knew what was coming and giggled nervously. "Is my sweetie,"
began Traci, "ticklish......here?" The last word was spoken with the softest
of tones, as Traci stroked Gwen between the legs with the duster. Traci had
no idea if Gwen would be ticklish there or not. Most of her bi friends were
not, or at least not much.
Gwen, however was. She started giggling like a little girl, a high-pitched
shy giggle. "Tee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee....Oh Trace!!... tee
hee hee hee hee hee...oooooer!" The little girl giggle was punctuated by a
soft moan that was also high pitched for Gwen's normal voice, though not as
much so as the giggle. "Tee hee hee hee hee hee...it tickles me!... hee hee
hee hee hee hee...oooooer...hee hee hee hee...ooooooooer!... hee hee
hee....." Gwen ground her butt on the recliner, which, thankfully, was made
of easilly cleaned vinyl. Traci put the towel down under Gwen anyhow. Gwen
was dripping already.
Traci stopped. She'd been tickling her friend flush on the crotch with the
featherduster, including the clit. She set the duster down.
Gwen looked at Traci pleadingly. "Don't stop! It feels great!"
"I know, pumpkin," Traci told her. She reached into her box and pulled out
a small stiff feather. Gwen gasped as she saw the feather. Traci grinned
and placed the feather edgeways to Gwen and resumed tickling up and down her
sexual area, but avoiding the clit.
Gwen giggled her little girl giggle again. "Tee hee hee hee hee hee hee
hee.. tickles more!!!... hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee... HEY!"
Gwen realized Traci wasn't touching her special spot anymore. "Tee hee hee
hee.. TRACE!! ... tee hee hee hee... tickle HIGHER!!!... tee hee hee hee..."
"Okay," giggled Traci. She used the tip of the feather and tickled Gwen
along each side of her clit, but avoided touching the clit itself.
Gwen giggled helplessly. "Tee hee hee hee...you KNOW what I meant!... tee
hee hee hee hee hee... Pleee hee hee hee heeeeeese!!! ... hee hee hee hee...
traaaaaaaaceee hee hee heeeeeeeeeee!!!" She ground her butt into the
recliner, and tried moving herself onto the feather, but that was futile.
"Tee hee hee hee hee.... BRAT!!!... tee hee hee hee heeeeeeeee"
"Hehehehe," Traci giggled. She opened her friend wide and began tickling
all around the clit, coming as close as she could to it without touching it.
Gwen giggled and giggled, struggling to get even a touch of the feather.
She felt like she would explode if Traci even stroked her there once. "Tee
hee hee hee hee hee...YOU TEEEE HEE HEE HEE HEEEEEEEASE!!!!... tee hee hee
hee..." Gwen squirmed wildly now, head tossing from side to side, arms and
legs flapping against their restraints, butt bouncing frantically around on
the recliner. "PLEEEE HEE HEE HEE HEEEEEZE," Traci grinned at the almost
comical little girl voice and giggle that was in stark contrast to the
frantic girl/woman who was struggling under her, emotions pent up inside,
ready to burst at the first touch of her most sensitive spot. "Tee hee hee,"
giggled Gwen. "Tee hee hee hee hee hee hee....BRAT BRAT BRAT!!!!!... tee hee
hee hee hee hee hee...I'm going NUTS TRACE!!!!...tee hee hee hee hee
hee...PLEASE!!!!"
Traci smiles lovingly at her friend and stopped tickling. "Sooooooo," she
purred at her friend, holding her open so the clit was fully exposed. "Is my
sweetie ticklish..." then very softly, "here?"
With that Traci stroked the clit with the feather. She expected her friend to
scream, gasp and moan. She expected Gwen to explode violently. She certainly
didn't expect to hear any giggling.
But Gwen surprised her again. The little girl voice was replaced by one a
little deeper in tone but still a giggle. A completely helpless giggle. "Hee
hee hee hee hee hee...." Gwen started giggling... "Hee hee hee hee hee hee hee
hee heeeeeee....." Then Gwen started orgasming on the feather.
Traci didn't mind this: she'd bought hundreds of these feathers and had
six more in the box next to her. Traci was majorly turned on by Gwen's
ticklishness here, and the fact that it was causing orgasmic reactions
heighted the turnon for Traci, who was already wet herself. "Is my little
pumpkin ticklish here," Traci teased as she stroked and stroked the clit.
"Hee hee hee hee.. yeeeeeeeeeeeeessssssssss!!!.." exclaimed Gwen as she
flowed freely, "Tee hee hee hee hee hee ...very much!!!!.."
Traci grinned and switched her grip on the feather. Gwen was now swollen
so that Traci didn't need to hold her open any longer to get to the clit.
Traci smiled and pondered. Gwen wasn't ready for a dildo or vibrator yet.
Traci slipped a couple of fingers from her free hand into Gwen's femininity.
Does my pumpkin need something to squeeze on?" she asked playfully while
continually stroking Gwen with the feather.
Gwen moaned and tightened on the fingers immediately, then giggled as the
feather did its work. "Tee hee hee hee hee hee...oooooooooooer!!!" the giggles
were again punctuated by moans, "Tee hee hee hee oooooooer!!!... tee hee hee
oooooooooer!... tee hee oooooooooer!" Gwen was squeezing rhythmaitcally on
Traci's fingers as she flowed and flowed onto the feather and towel.
Traci dropped the soggy feather on the towel and quickly fetched another
from the box, resuming her work on Gwen's clit. "Is my pumpkin ticklish
where she's a girrrrrrrrrrrrrrl?" she cooed.
Gwen giggled and oooered. "Tee hee hee hee....ooooooer...tee hee hee
hee..mmmmmmmmmmmmm... tee hee hee hee heeeeeeeeee!!!" Traci felt Gwen
building over and over, clamping down hard on her fingers, trying to gobble
them up. Traci rolled her fingers around inside of Gwen strongly, massaging
the walls of her femininity. Gwen gasped and moaned loudly. Traci went back
to clit- tickling Gwen. Gwen started to giggle again. "Tee hee hee hee hee
hee hee..mmmmmmmm... tee hee hee hee hee hee..." Gwen orgasmed and orgasmed,
unable to stop, climaxing hard, while giggling at the feather that both
teased and tickled her clit mercilessly.
"Is my angel girl ticklish?" teased Traci, rolling her fingers inside of
Gwen and stroking with the feather.
"Tee hee hee hee hee...yes!!!" cried out Gwen... "tee hee hee hee hee hee
hee hee hee...OOOOOOOOOOOOOH!!!"
Traci could feel her friend ebbing a little. "Well, I'm not going to put
these to waste," Traci said, reaching for the silk panties. Gwen didn't even
see them, or seem to hear Traci, as she giggled and squeezed. Traci took the
panties, wrapped a little bit of them around her forefinger, and playfully
started stroking and rubbing Gwen's clit with the soft silk.
Gwen's laughter stopped. She screamed at the touch of the silk to her most
precious spot. Traci giggled, then decided Gwen might as well get the full
treatment. "Use the safeword if you panic, cause it's going to get racy from
here!" she told her friend. Gwen nodded as best she could through her
emotions. Traci pulled her fingers out of Gwen, uncuffed her friends legs,
and pushed the recliner to the rear a little so Gwen was laying more on her
back. Gwen undraped her legs from over the recliner arms, but still kept them
well part. Traci took a relatively small dildo out of her box and gently
inserted it into Gwen. The way was plenty lubricated, and Gwen wasn't a
virgin, so it slid in easilly. Gwen gasped loudly as the dildo entered her.
Traci took her silk covered finger and began rubbing Gwen's clit. Gwen
moaned loudly. Traci gently moved the dildo in and out of Gwen. Gwen arched
her back, then bucked her hips. Traci felt Gwen building quickly and stepped
up the tempo. Gwen bucked and thrust her hips in rhythm to the dilo's
stroking. Traci rode Gwen's clit with the silk, rubbing gently, then firmly,
then gently, alternately.
Gwen went nearly out of her mind. gasping and moaning in sheer pleasure.
She started pumping her hips furiously, drew rapidly to a climax, and
orgasmed hard. Traci worked and worked on her friend, pushing the dildo in
hard, as deeply as it would go. Gwen shrieked and quickly orgasmed again.
Traci relentlessly teased her friend's clit with the silk while pumping her
furiously. Gwen bucked and arched and thrust to get the dildo in deeper.
Traci had to change the position of the silk on her finger often to keep it
relatively dry. Finally, after quite a while, as Gwen seemed to ebb again,
Traci climbed down, lay comfy between her friend's legs, spread her wide, and
licked her from top to bottom.
She didn't expect the reaction she got. Gwen started giggling again!! "Tee
hee hee hee hee hee...oh that tickles!!!... tee hee hee hee hee hee hee....
TRACE!!!... tee hee hee hee..." Gwen fought it as long as she could, but
finally closed her legs on Traci's head.
Traci quickly recuffed Gwen's legs, with some resistance, to their former
position and knelt and laid comfy again. "Oh, no you don't!" she told Gwen.
"If you're ticklish this way, you are TOAST!"
Gwen took a deep breath and her face turned very serious. "Even if I said
"Seriously?" she asked sternly.
Traci stopped cold and looked into Gwen's eyes. Gwen showed no hint of
playfulness. Traci sighed. "No," she said, dejected, "Not then. You know
I'd never break that promise." She began to reach for the leg cuffs.
She stopped as Gwen giggled. "Go for it BRAT!" Gwen said. "But only cause
I let ya!"
Traci mock-growled. "I just might tickle you there all DAY!!!" she
threatened. She got comfortable again, spread Gwen, and playfully licked up
and down, tongue-tickling her friend's soft pink/red girlishness.
Gwen giggled like a little girl again, but in a slightly more controlled
way, not quite as helplessly as before. "Tee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee...
oh you BRAT!!.. tee hee hee hee hee hee hee... that tickles me sooooooo
much!... tee hee hee hee hee..." She struggled with her legs against the
unrelenting cuffs that held them apart.
"And you love it dontcha!" beamed Traci, licking and licking.
Gwen giggled, nodding, "It's neeheeheeheeheeheeeeeat!... Tee hee hee hee hee
hee hee....but I want to close my legs....tee hee hee hee
hee...soooooooooo...tee hee hee hee...BAD!!!... tee hee hee hee...."
"Ya can't can ya?" teased Traci as she licked and dabbled on the sweet red
feminitiy of the slit.
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!...tee hee hee hee hee.... NOOOO!!....tee hee hee hee
heee...." giggled Gwen, more helplessly, "tee hee hee... you have meeheehee
hee heeeeeeee.. soooooooooooo.... hee hee hee hee..... helpless!!!... hee hee
hee hee heeeeee..."
"I know!" said Traci, now running a fingernail lightly up and down one side
of Gwen's sex. "Tickle tickle tickle girl!!!"
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIK!!!.. tee hee hee hee hee hee hee... tickles!!!" shrieked
Gwen at the fingernail. "Tee hee hee...Traci STOP... tee hee hee
hee...SERIOUSLY!!!"
Traci quit immediately and looked up at Gwen. Gwen said, softly, "I'm too
sore for the nail, sweetie." She smiled impishly at Traci. "Use your tongue
instead. I love that, even if it tickles me too much!"
Traci didn't need to be asked twice. She licked and licked Gwen. Gwen
giggled and giggled. Traci began to taste some of Gwen's moisture. She
looked. Gwen was getting excited again. Traci spread her friend totally and
began licking and gently nibbling on Gwen's clit. Gwen's giggling became
punctuated frequently with moans of pleasure. "Oooooooooooooo.. tee hee hee
hee...put your fingers in meeeeeee!... tee hee hee hee hee ooooooooooer!!"
Traci obliged, keeping her friend spread on top with one hand and inserting
her fingers as deep as they'd go with the other. "OOOOOOOOOOOOOH!" cried
Gwen as the fingers rubbed her femininity. "Gently, Trace, please!" Traci
let her fingers rest motionless inside of Gwen so Gwen could apply her own
pressure to them as she saw fit. Gwen giggled and giggled as the tongue
dabbled at her special spot, and ooered and moaned. Traci felt the walls of
Gwen's femininity contract on her fingers rhythmically. Traci sucked lightly
on Gwen, pausing occasionially to lick Gwen from top to bottom, devouring all
the moisture that came forth, which was still surprisingly considerable.
Gwen orgasmed hard, then ebbed, then did it again, then let down a little.
Traci, sensing that Gwen was almost spent, worked furiously, but very lightly
with tongue, teeth and lips on Gwen's clit. The change in sensation made
Gwen gasp and moan loudly. She began thrashing wildly against her bonds.
Traci felt her friend clamping down hard on her fingers, trying, it seemed,
to crush them, then building with a feverish tempo. Traci worked as fast as
she could on her friend. Gwen responded with repeated contractions. Traci
grinned her silliest grin, one that Gwen, eyes closed and in deep pleasure,
didn't see. Traci reached down into the box and pulled out a little pencil
sized wand. She pushed the button on the end and the wand began to vibrate.
Traci grinned devilishly and applied the wand to Gwen's clit and rubbed it.
Gwen screamed in surprise at the buzzy wand. She gasped and moaned loudly.
Then she began contracting hard and repeatedly. Traci stroked and stroked
Gwen's clit with the wand. Gwen came harder and harder. Traci took her
fingers out and put the dildo in and started stroking her friend's femininity
with it, while wand teasing her clit. Gwen bucked and ground her butt and
thrust as much as the restraints would let her. She contracted hard and
rhythmically. She flowed freely, Traci licking as much of it up as she could.
Gwen didn't seem to be able to come down. There were no ebbs of any
significance, only hard contractions and more flowing. She seemed to build up
higher and higher. The contractions intensified. Finally with a loud scream,
she bucked and pumped furiously for about 30 seconds. Traci became a little
alarmed at the intensity Gwen was reaching.
Then, quickly, it was over. Gwen began ebbing. Traci pulled the dildo out
and put her fingers in, still wand teasing. The contractions eased, though
the continued. Gwen seemed irritated at the wand. Traci set it down and
softly rubbed Gwen's clit with her fingers. Gween purred, and the
contractions lessened in intensity. The moisture came almost to a halt.
Gwen was ebbing, but slowly and happily. Traci rubbed fondly and let Gwen do
as she wished with the fingers. Gwen lightly squeezed on them a few times.
Traci's rubbing of her friends clit became a soft gentle stroke. Gwen sighed
happily and continued to come down slowly. Finally, it was over. Gwen
sighed again, relaxed, exhausted, gave her friend's fingers one last loving
squeeze, and nodded.
Traci pulled her fingers out and gently licked her friend clean. Gwen purred
softly. Traci uncuffed Gwen's wrists and legs. Gwen didn't move.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmm, Trace....." Gwen said in a soft, somewhat weak voice, "That was
sooooooo nice!"
"For me too, Scamp," Traci told her. She looked at Gwen. Gwen was soaked
in sweat. "But you need a bath and some loving treatment." Traci gathered
her friend into her arms and carried her upstairs. Upstairs, she gave Gwen a
long, luxurious bubblebath and shampoo. Then she toweled her off and set her
friend on her lap and dried and combed out her hair, then applied oil and
baby power to various places. Finally, she dressed Gwen in one of her
Tshirts (which served as a sleep shirt for Gwen and carried her still
slightly weak friend into her room and tucked her into bed. "You take a nap,
Pumpkin," she told her. "You can use about an hour's worth. I have to do
some cleaning." She giggled.
Gwen smiled. "What time is it?" she asked.
Traci looked at her watch. "About 10:30"
"What time are your parents due home?"
"Not till about 5:00 at the earliest," Traci told her.
"Well," cooed Gwen, "when I wake up, we can have lunch, then maybe swim
afterwards, BUT........" she let the sentence hang there.
"But?" asked Traci, questioningly.
"But," repeated Gwen, "After that, I'm going to tie you in the SAME
position and do everything to you that you did to me... right down to that
WAND!!!" She then raised her arms to Traci.
Traci bent over and hugged Gwen, who took Traci's face in her hands and
kissed her lightly on the lips. "And you will probably love it." Gwen said.
Traci reached under the covers and playfully rib tickled the sides of
Gwen's ribs for about 10 seconds. Gwen giggled helplessly. Traci bent over
and kissed Gwen softly on the lips. "I guarantee you I'll love it," Tracy
told her.
Gwen took the other pillow, cuddled up to it, and closed her eyes. She was
asleep before Traci reached the top of the stairs.
Downstairs, Traci cleaned the recliner and toys. She was tingling deep
inside from the session, and from the scent of Gwen still in the air. She
wished it was afternoon already. The thought of Gwen having her helpless and
tickling and teasing her made her ache with passion. She put it out of her
mind for the moment and went to the basement and tossed the towel into the
washer, along with a load of laundry.
Back upstairs, Traci lay comfortably in the recliner. "Hmmm," she thought
to herself, her own feminity tingling again from the session, what was to
come, and the lingering scent in the air, "I'm going to get a pretty good
workout this afternoon," she thought happilly, her tingling building at that
thought. "I should probably wait until then so I can enjoy it thoroughly."
She grinned her silly grin. "Nah," she thought, as she laid back on the
recliner and unbuttoned her shorts. "I can handle both."
End of part one
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