NANCY'S TICKLISH ORDEAL

BY UNCLE BOB

[ part 2 ]

A few days after that experience, and many masturbations about it later, Nancy was again visiting me. She had on a red tank top and little skirt. Her shoes were off. I was really lusting after her since that day. I had actually came from tickling her while she was squirming on her back and massaging my cock and that was enough to plant a seed that would never go away.

She was sitting on the floor and drawing. I saw her bare arm move as she drew and every once in a while, I could see a peak of her ultra smooth armpit. I was getting very fired up and my cock started growing in my pants. I had found a feather earlier; a fairly large pointed one, out by the tool shed and was holding it in my hand. She was innocently drawing and humming to herself not having a clue as to how fucking horny she made me. I saw the backs of her bare legs and even a peak of her round, perfect bottom as the skirt was up a little. She bent her legs and her pink soles were up in the air. I knew every inch of this young 12-year-old beauty was ticklish and I couldn’t wait to tickle those soles.

Finally, I took the feather and slid it up the back of her arm. You know the spot, where her armpit is, but her arm is down. It looks like a tiny little hairless pussy.

"Agh! Heeheehee! Don’t!" Nancy said turning to face me with a huge grin on her face. There was a sexiness to her smile and her eyes were half closed. I’m embarrassed to say that I felt like fucking her at that moment.

She turned back and started drawing again and I slid the feather again up the back of her arm on her armpit slit. She giggled and said, "Don’t" again. Then, "You’re always tickling me, Uncle Bob." She half-looked at me but then her eyes caught sight of the very noticeable bulge in my pants. I didn’t even try to hide it. There was a moment of embarrassment. Then she went back to drawing and said something that would seal our fate forever.

"You’re big."

How did she know about such things?

"You do that to me," I said, heart pounding, not knowing how she would respond.

This aroused her curiosity. She turned and sat facing me. She was magnificent. I know her bottom was probably bare against the rug. Her bare arms were perfectly shaped in her sleeveless shirt and I could see the buds of breasts forming beneath.

"How do I do that?" She looked again at my bulge, which was still prominently displayed. I stroked her bare shoulder with the feather and said, "Cause you’re so ticklish."

The stroking caused her to lift her little shoulder in a very sexy way and turn away from the feather. It was really tickling her arm like crazy.

"What’s it do in there?" She was still staring at it and making me go crazy.

"It makes me feel good. Do you like your Uncle Bob to feel good?"

She just looked at me. Then I boldly asked, "You wanna touch it?"

She reached her arm up and placed her delicate fingers on the bulge and patted it like a dog.

"No. No" I said. "Move your hand back and forth like this." I took her wrists and showed her how to massage my cock through my pants. Her hand was warm through the pants and felt heavenly. Also, her arm was up and I was able to see her smooth, bald armpit. I wanted her to keep rubbing me but I wanted to tickle her.

"Sit up here with me," I said and she sat next to me on the couch. "You see, I love tickling you. You’re so much fun. But it’s your fault that I get big like this and then it’s torture until I relieve myself."

"What can I do?" she said with innocent eyes, looking again at my bulge.

"Run into the bathroom on the second shelf and get me some Vaseline," I said. She got up and ran into the bathroom. I couldn’t believe what was happening. I was going to get this sexy, gorgeous 12-year-old to masturbate me.

She brought it to me and I spread some on her hand, then I unzipped my pants and my cock sprung forth, throbbing. She was amazed. She had never seen anything like it.

"What do I do?"

"Wrap your fingers around this," I showed her how to hold my cock. "Now, move your hand up and down."

She started masturbating me and it was incredible. I saw her bare arm flexing. Then I took the wrist of her other hand and placed her arm on the back of the couch. I was so close to the most perfect, 12 year old, hairless, ticklish armpit. It was flawless since the skin was so new. I could actually see bluish veins under the thin skin. As she jerked my cock, I started to run my feather inside that ticklish hollow. She laughed and giggled loudly and continued to throw her arm down against her body.

"I can’t," she said, getting distracted from masturbating me. "I’m too ticklish under there."

I had a solution. I took that same bathrobe belt and wrapped it around her tiny wrist. I had to move the rows and rows of bracelets she had. Then I attached the belt to the back of the couch and she was now tied with her arm totally immobile.

"I can’t move my arm," she said, trying it out.

"Good!" The tying up had made me slightly limp and she stopped jerking me off for a second.

"What happened?" she asked, looking as if she had done something wrong.

"Watch this," I said and I inserted my finger into her perfectly ticklish armpit. Instantly she giggled and pulled at the belt but she was tied too tightly. When she realized her predicament, it started to tickle her even more and she laughed heartily as I began using a few more fingers. Her armpit was so incredibly smooth that it was beyond belief, and within seconds my cock was hard and throbbing. She was laughing so hard yet she continued to jerk me off.

"Un-cle Bob! Hahahahahahahaha! " She laughed, shaking her shoulder, trying to shake out the tickling fingers. I tickled inside the armhole of her tank top and reached down, further under her shirt via that armhole opening. I brushed her tiny nipples which made her twitch and giggle. Nancy was laughing and squealing too much to care where I was tickling, yet she kept up the masturbation on my throbbing dick.

Laughing, she tried to pull away but this only stretched her armpit and body more, making her more sensitive to the tickling. She became hysterical and lifted her bare feet up to kick me. By this time, she had let go of my cock but I was chuckling as I enjoyed her reactions to my tickling her. Her hair, which was so long, was all over the place and I couldn’t believe that I was tickling this 12-year-old nymphette while she was partially tied to my couch. And, she was jerking me off!

I grabbed her bare feet and started tickling them and her toes instinctively curled down. Her feet were as ticklish as her armpits, which was pretty damned ticklish! She squealed and tried to untie her wrist but when she reached up, I tickled her armpit and she threw herself out of reach. I took her bare soles and rubbed them on my cock, jerking my self off with them but it was too ticklish for her and I couldn’t keep hold of them. I made a mental note that if I ever tied up her feet I was going to jerk off on them.

I poked Nancy’s ribs and she continued to squeal in laughter jerking this way and that. She was hysterical by now and I decided to stop so she would calm down.

It took her a full minute to stop laughing and I could see her bound wrist was in danger of losing circulation because she was pulling it so much. I pulled her close to me and adjusted her hand so it wouldn’t be so tight then I put her other hand back on my cock,

"Oh my God, Uncle Bob," She said catching her breath. "You really tickled me!"

I was close to cumming, watching this sexy girl, her long hair now in front of her one eye, her thin body, so sexy in her tank top and tiny skirt. I could see her panties and even the fold of material that was unmistakably her untouched pussy lips.

Taking the feather as she jerked me off, I ran it so softly and lovingly up and down the ticklish inner arm and into her soft armpit. She smiled the sexiest smile and giggled. "Uncle Bob, heeheehee, you are a really awesome tickler, hahahahaha."

That was all I needed. The cum erupted like hot lava and shot into the air in an arc before landing on her tiny hand. She recoiled for a second in shock.

"Don’t stop!" I commanded. Don’t stop until I tell you." I didn’t know if she was grossed out or just taken aback but she stared at my cock in amazement and up to my face and then back again as she pumped all the cum out of it. I came with that image of young Nancy giggling to my soft tickles under her perfect armpit, but there was more. It might have been from the sweat of laughing while being tickled but I swear I sniffed her sweet pussy at that moment.

When I stopped moaning and melted into the couch I murmured for Nancy to wash up, untying her delicate wrist. She got up and I watched her walk down the hall. Her skirt had exposed her perfectly round ass and I saw her reach back and pull her skirt down over it.

Nancy was naïve and innocent but she wasn’t stupid. She knew that we had just crossed a boundary that shouldn’t have been crossed. But she was also very curious and in the weeks to come, we experimented with more tickling and full body bondage. Stories like those, I will tell you.