NANCY'S TICKLISH ORDEAL

BY UNCLE BOB

[ part 4 ]

After the tying-up experience, Nancy was hooked. She started making up excuses with her parents why she should spend time at my place, and believe me, I was happy to have her. I couldn’t stop thinking about her. The thoughts of her thin body haunted me. Her beautiful blue eyes and long lashes framed by her long, blond hair excited me to no end. She had long, smooth legs with just a hint of pre-adolescent down on them. But it was her soft, thin arms, her smooth armpits that was still as hairless as the day she was born, her ribcage, the pink soles of her bare feet that really got me going. She was sexy and ticklish, and that was a winning combo.

In the short period of time when Nancy and I started experimenting with sex, I had tickled her into hysterics numerous times, tied her to my bed, taught her how to masturbate me and how to suck my cock and swallow my cum. She was a very good student. It had gotten to a point where every time I tickled her, she would look down to see if my cock had grown. If she did happen to see a bulge in my pants (which was frequent), she would be anxious to jerk me off or relieve me in some way.

Nancy’s best friend was Bridget. I had seen her once or twice when we took trips to the beach. Bridget was unforgettable, with shiny red, shoulder-length hair, a little turn-up nose and the most adorable freckles you’d ever seen. She also had smooth, perfect skin on her little body, which was a miniature version of a woman’s perfect body. Every Friday night, Bridget’s mom dropped her off at Nancy’s house and they spent the night catching up on the gossip of the week.

It was that one particular night when Nancy confessed what she had been doing with me. I don’t know all the details because I wasn’t there. I had to make up my own dialogue based on how Nancy explained it to me.

"You put your mouth on it?" Bridget said with her mouth agape.

"It’s so cool because it’s like a living thing that’s warm and it moves."

"Ew," Bridget said.

"Yeah, but it’s like so cool. I feel like I’m a woman and I have this older man like totally in my control."

"Okay, I get that," Bridget said. "But ew, like did he, you know, in your mouth?"

"Yeah," Nancy confessed, but it was really cool cause it made him feel so good that I didn’t care. I knew that he was feeling like the most intensely great feeling he could ever feel."

Then Nancy went on to tell her that she could see for herself. All she had to do is let Uncle Bob tickle her and she would see how he gets big in his pants.

The warm, summer day that Nancy was expected to come over I opened the door and was shocked to see two adorable 12 year old standing there and looking up at me. Nancy had a big grin on her face. I was unaware of the conversation they had but they looked so cute that I thought that I would probably try and tickle Bridget that day and just hide the bulge in my pants.

Nancy wore a light blue, sleeveless dress that came up to her mid-thigh. Bridget wore a cute, orange stop with little puffed sleeves that looked like scoops of peach sherbet on top of her shoulders. The top also revealed her smooth belly and belly button. She wore matching shorts and her legs were smooth and bare. Both girls had flip-flop sandals on and their toenails were painted bright red. The sight of those two made the inside of my pants stir.

Giggling, Nancy took hold of Bridget’s arm and showed her around the house. Nancy looked at me as they ran by but Bridget seemed to avoid my gaze. Their two round bottoms shifted back and forth as they walked like little ladies. It was cute and sexy at the same time. The backs of their knees looked absolutely lickable!

The girls had brought that new Amanda Bynes DVD and they slipped it into my player and sat on the floor to watch it. They giggled and every once in a while, Nancy looked back at me sitting on the couch and gave me the sexiest smile or blew me a kiss. I sat there looking at the backs of the girls and held in a string desire to grab their little ribcages and tickle the shit out of them.

Nancy whispered something to Bridget who shook her head repeatedly, then suddenly announced that she had to go to the bathroom. Bridget sat there in silence, not looking back at me. Then, she took a pillow from the floor and laid down on her back, putting the pillow behind her head. She lay there with her hands behind her head, silently watching the movie.

With her hands behind her head, I realized that the loose elastic of the puff-sleeved top stretched easily down and revealed her totally hairless armpits to my lustful eyes. Now my cock was really starting to wake up. I grabbed my trusty feather, which I always kept close by, and lightly touched the surface of her right armpit with it. As I tickled, I said, "Hmm, ticklish here?"

Instantly, Bridget jerked her arm down and giggled, but said nothing. She replaced her two hands behind her head, this time trying to hold back a smile. It was so cute. I took the feather and moved to her other underarm and tickled her left armpit, saying, "kitchee koo" in a singsong manner. In one motion, she giggled, jerked her arm down, sat up and twisted to face me.

"Nancy was right," she said. "You ARE a total tickle freak."

Just hearing this cute, freckle-faced girl say, "tickle" made my cock grow harder. Just then, Nancy returned.

"What’s going on?" She said.

"You’re uncle just TICKLED me," Bridget said. "Twice."

Nancy looked at me, then over to Bridget and simply said, "Told ya! He’s a totally tickle freak."

"That’s what I said," Bridget said. "He used something like a feather or something and tickled me right under my arms." Then she took her hands and tucked them under her own arms as if she was trying to rub away the sensations that still tickled her.

"Yeah," said Nancy. "That’s his favorite spots to tickle. But he also likes to tickle other spots too." She smiled at me and I recalled when she was tied up and started tickling her pussy through her thin panties, causing her to squeal in laughter.

Nancy was now silent and looked as if she was trying to send a secret, wordless message to Bridget who was not getting it. She indicated with her head and I realized that she was trying to show Bridget that I had a big old bulge in my pants. Bridget looked over at my crotch and then quickly back at Nancy. Her mouth hung open.

Nancy walked over and plopped herself on my lap, put her arms around my neck and gave me a kiss on the cheek saying, What are we gonna do today, Uncle Bob?". I let out a moan as her soft ass pushed down on my cock. I had all I could take and started tickling her ribs. Nancy burst out into loud giggles and twisted on my lap, massaging my cock with her ass as she squirmed from the tickling. She pulled her hands away from my neck and slapped her arms against her sides, trying to protect her sensitive body. I found myself thrusting up into her ass.

Bridget thought the site of her friend being tickled looked funny and sat on the couch on my other side and reached up to tickle Nancy’s ribs as well, giggling as she tickled. I saw Bridget’s thin arms stretched across my body and reached around her and tickled her ribs as well. Now I had a pretty 12-year-old girl on each and, tickling and feeling them squirm on my lap. It was a full out tickle fight, with me as the horny referee. Nancy reached over as she laughed from my tickling, to tickle her friend. Bridget leaned back and tried to push her away with her feet but I grabbed the thin ankle and tickled the soles of her feet furiously. Bridget’s head threw back and she laughed helplessly at the tickling. I grabbed her thighs and grabbed her waist and she was ticklish everywhere. My hands are big and their bodies were thin and frail and it was very easy to wrap my fingers around just about anywhere on their little ticklish bodies.

At one point, I managed to grab all of their wrists and pull them over my lap holding their arms over their head and pinning them like that. Then, with my other hand, I tickled the four little bald armpits revealed to me causing my little girls to laugh loudly and helplessly. Their skin was smooth as silk. My cock was pushing against the back of them and I was turned on beyond comprehension. Their little girlish giggles were like music.

When I released them, they sat back, Nancy on my left and Bridget on my right. It was now impossible to hide the throbbing bulge in my pants. Bridget stared in amazement and Nancy said to her, "Told ya!".

Bridget looked up at me and said, "You must REALLY like tickling."

"I smiled and said, "I really like tickling ticklish little girls like you two." Then I poked her in the side and she let out a squeak. "So Nancy’s been talking about me, huh?"

Bridget just nodded as she continued to stare at the cock in my pants as if she just witnessed the appearance of a man from Mars.

"What has she told you?" I asked enjoying her look of fascination.

"A lot," She confessed, not looking at me.

"Well," I continued. "What do you think?"

"I don’t know."

Just then, Nancy proudly said, "This is what really makes him feel good," and she put her hand on my bulge and started massaging it. I moaned and put my head back. Bridget looked up at my face and then back down to her hand massaging my cock.

"You wanna try it?" Nancy said, smiling.

"It’s okay," Bridget said staring. "I’ll just watch."

"Come on," Nancy insisted. "Try it." She moved her hand up to massage the head of my cock and Bridget hesitantly put her hand on the lower part of my cock. Now the two girls were massaging me. I was in ecstasy.

I hooked my finger on the elastic bottom of Bridget’s puffed sleeve and inserted it into her warm, smooth armpit. Bridget giggled and collapsed against my hand with that side of her body, still holding on to my cock.

"Tickle tickle," I said very slowly. Both girls were giggling.

"It tickles a lot there, doesn’t it?" Nancy said rubbing my cock like a pro.

I took my other hand and jabbed it up inside Nancy’s armpit and tickled her there. Instantly she squealed and rotated that arm in a wide arc to expel the tickling attack.

She got up and looked back at Bridget. "Don’t stop what you’re doing," She said.

"Where you going?" Bridget asked, a little worried.

When Nancy returned, she had the soft rope. She knew now where I kept it in my bedroom. Then she started to put it around Bridget’s wrists.

"Hey!" Bridget protested, starting to pull back. "What’s going on?"

"It’s okay. I promise," Said Nancy. "It’s so fun!"

Nancy tied Bridge’s wrists like a pro, doubling it around and then pulling it through the middle to make rope handcuffs. Then she handed the ends of the rope to me.

"Here ya go, Uncle Bob."

"Thanks Sweetie!" I said with a smile.

I lifted the rope and Bridget’s arms went up over her head. Then Nancy unzipped my pants and pulled out my throbbing cock. Bridget didn’t know what to say or how to react. She was torn between the weirdness of seeing a grown man’s erection and feeling helplessly tied up. I could see it in her beautiful eyes. It was a sexy moment.

I was too taken by Bridget’s smooth arms and pinkish, white belly to realize anything else until I felt the oiled up fingers of Nancy jerking me off. I almost dropped the rope because it felt so heavenly. Bridget was staring at what Nancy was doing in amazement. Then, I started tickling.

Instantly, Bridget’s eyes squeezed shut as she was feeling the overwhelming sensations of fingers tickling her little waist. I climbed my fingers up and tickled the ridges of her ribcage and then climbed up further to her exposed armpit. She was giggling so hard and twisting that it was hard to keep control of the rope, especially with the exquisite sensations of Nancy’s oiled fingers masturbating me.

Bridget giggled unceasingly as I tickled across her chest, grazing her little nipples and into her other soft armpit. Then I tickled down that side of her body and across her belly button. Bridget was an extremely ticklish girl, easily as ticklish, if not more, than Nancy. Her giggles were very high and girly and made me want to cum badly.

She tugged at the rope and Nancy helped me out by grabbing part of the rope with one of her hand while she continued jerking me off with her right hand. I saw her arm up, outstretched, revealing her white hairless armpit and the combination of tickling Bridget, looking at Nancy, and feeling her jerking me off created my intense orgasm.

I couldn’t hold the rope up any longer since I was weak from the sensation. I dropped it and Bridget was still giggling but stopped short when she saw me spurting cum up and up and up again. Nancy giggled and tried to catch some of it in her mouth. Bridget had her bound hand across her mouth as she stared in amazement.

"This is where Uncle Bob is feeling like the greatest feeling in the world!" Nancy said smiling. She giggled as a short of cum hit her in the face.