A Tickling Story
by lordofthearthurs@yahoo.com
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Alex
wiped the sweat off of his forehead, his blonde hair soaked.
The young farmboy wore only his underwear and overalls. He walked
through the thick forest trees of North Carolina trying to find
the spot. He held his fishing rod close as he continued down
the path of grass that was slightly tickling his bare feet. However,
he didn't think about it, so he wouldn't break out laughing.
he continued along the path as fast as he could till he got there to the lake.
He was the only one there that early in the morning, and no one coming today
on Sunday. he dropped the pole down and wiped the sweat off of his forehead from
the heated humidity, even at this hour.
" Hey, Alex" he heard a voice call. He turned around to see Billy,
the red head from his street, the farm opposite of the one he lived in. Billy
walked
from under the shadows of the trees.
" Hey Billy" he answered. He sat down and Billy sat down with him.
They began
to talk, bored out of their minds of the little town they lived in.
Billy had something sticking out of his pocket that Alex couldn't see. So he
paid no mind. Finally, Billy couldn't take it anymore and waited to see if what
he thought was true, "So, are you ticklish?"
" What?"
" Ticklish. Are you ticklish?"
Alex knew he would never in heaven or hell would tell people his true torture, "No,
I'm not ticklish."
Billy knew better. He then smiled as he motioned in the trees. Suddenly, his
two younger brothers came rushing out of the bushes and attacked Alex, pinning
him to the ground.
" What the hell ya doing Billy?"
He smiled, "Well, I have something that turns me on that I watn to try out
on you just to see if its as fun for me to tickle other people as it is to tickle
my brothers."
" NO!!!!"
Too late. Billy took out the feather from his pocket, the thing Alex couldn't
figure out. The brothers held down Alex's feet as Billy went down to them. He
took the feather and stroked Alex's soft, bare soles. Alex screamed, "NO!
Ple HA HA HA HA! DON'T! NO HA HA HA HA!"
Billy continued with the feather slowly and horribly. he then began to scratch
the other foot with his hand, still stroking with the feather. Alex's body was
thrashing around best it could, the brothers holding him down firmly. He begged
still as the feather and hand tortured his soft bare feet.
" Come on boys! Get in on this action!" Billy yelled to his brothers.
The brothers then went up to Alex's upper body and ripped off the overalls and
lifting his arms up. Billy sat on his legs and still continued to tickle his
feet as the brothers tickled his sweating pits and nipples. Billy then took his
hot wet
tongue and started to lick Alex's toes, slowly and unrelenting.
" STOOOOO HA HA HA HAAA! STOOOHAOOP! PLEEEEEEEEZE! HELP! HELP! HA HA HA
HA HA HA
HA HA HA! SOMEONE! HELP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
The brothers both licked either nipple, one on each one as Alex screamed, "AHHAAAAAAAHAAAAAHAAAAAHAAAHAAA!" HELP
HELP HELP!"
The first brother nibbled on his ribs as the second licked his armpits. Billy
started to lick his arches. Alex stopped struggling, too tired. He just laughed
and begged, almost in a coma. The brothers then got off and held down his arms
as Billy ripped the overalls completely off, as well as his underwear, Alex
completely naked. He then took the feather and began to tickle Alex's surprisingly
big dick. This brought the energy back to the little Alex as his balls were
being tickled. He bounced up and down, the unrelenting tickling and violation
making him want to scream.
Billy then sat on his belly, done with tickling his balls, "Suck this!" Alex
didn't fight back as Billy placed his erectile dick into Alex's mouth.
Billy pulled it when finished and then went back to the up dick of Alex, sucking
it dry, slowly and wonderfully. Alex never felt something like this before as
he felt the sensation of the fucking. Then, he passed out...
Alex woke up, seeing a note in front of him. it said, "We'll be back after
supper to continue our little 'fun and games'" Alex was completely
mummified, unable to escape. Now he waited, fearing what they were going to do...
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