NANCY'S TICKLISH ORDEAL: BRIDGET

BY UNCLE BOB

[ part 5 ]

Bridget was very fascinated by everything that she observed. I had tied her arms over her head and tickled her soft, sensitive, 12-year old body while Nancy, my niece and little tickle slave, jerked me off to orgasm. Bridget stared in amazement as my cum shot into the air, but her girlish ticklishness had distracted her for most of the time leading up to that moment.

And everyday after that, Nancy and Bridget talked. I know this because Nancy would sneak off to a quiet place in her parents’ house and call me saying things like, "Bridget wants to do it again", or "All Bridget talks about is what happened". The last conversation we had I was delighted to hear, "Bridget won’t stop talking about you". I guess it was the nipple tickles I gave her.

The funny thing about that little ‘party’ we had was right after I came. Bridget was sitting there, hands tied, having just watched my cum spurt into Nancy’s face. She couldn’t speak. I could tell she almost looked as if she was going to scream, or get sick or something, when Nancy looked up at her with a smile on her face and said, "Isn’t this cool?" It was that one, brilliant statement that changed everything for young Bridget.

Of course, she must have thought. It is cool.

It was Nancy’s nonchalant attitude that turned what could have been a trauma for Bridget into a wild ride.

One day, a week after that little threesome, I was on a stepladder attaching something to the ceiling above my couch when I heard a knock at my back door. It’s a door that leads out from my kitchen. Imagine my shock and delight when I opened the door, and who should I see looking up me but little Bridget – alone!

"Is Nancy here?" She asked, looking at me with translucent, green eyes.

I knew that SHE knew that Nancy would not be here. Nancy made a point of tell me and the rest of the world that they were going down to Disney World that day.

"No she’s not," I said. "You want to come in for a cold drink?"

"Sure," She said as she walked in. "Thanks, Uncle Bob." I chuckled.

I watched her little round bottom shimmy like a grown up woman as she walked into my kitchen and sat at the table. She wore a little, white sleeveless shirt that tied in a bow right above her belly button. She also wore a little red skirt that rose absolutely illegally up her smooth thighs as she sat down. She tucked her one foot under her butt and let the other foot dangle until her flip-flop fell to the kitchen floor with a plop. Her shining, fiery, red hair was pinned up in various places with hair clips.

I mixed her up some ice tea and she sat there, drinking in silence, until she perked up and said, "What are you listening to?" in reaction to the CD I had playing. She got up and went into the den, which, in my crazy mind I started calling the "Tickle Room".

She stood with her back to me as she looked through my CDs and I was starting to get fired up. She looked so cute, even from the back. I walked up and stood behind her, looking over her shoulder. I could feel the heat of her body. Then, I took my two index fingers and tickled her sides.

Bridget squealed and her body reacted to my tickling fingers. Then she spun around and looked at me with a giggle and said, I remember."

"Yeah?" I said with a smile. "What do you remember?"

"That you like to tickle."

"Really?" I said, my cock starting to stir in my pants from all of this. "What else do you remember?"

She returned to looking through my CDs.

This time, I slipped my fingers up to her upper ribs, right below her armpits. I could feel the skin of her armpits with my index fingers as the rest of my fingers gave her a brief, but effective tickling. Bridget instantly spun around, laughing her wonderful high-pitched girly laugh and fell to the floor. I looked down at her and she looked up at me, strands of her red hair in her face. Then she looked at the bulge in my pants.

"Everything," She muttered as she stared at that bulge.

"Everything?" I said, not making the connection.

She looked at my face and her shining eyes bit right through me. "I remember everything." Then she walked over to the couch and sat there with her knees together and her hands tucked between her thighs. Her feet couldn’t sit flat on the floor but she connected to the floor on the tips of her toes. I noticed that both her flip-flops were off. Her red toenail polish was easily seen.

"That was really something how you tied me up like that," She said looking at her hands. She looked so cute, I wanted to jump on her and pin her down and tickle her sensitive body until I came.

"You wanna see it again?" I said, horny beyond words.

"Sure." She didn’t smile or even look at me. I could tell she was embarrassed but that she wanted it.

I took her hand and positioned her so that she was kneeling on the floor facing the couch. I took my soft ropes and tied her wrists together like I had done before, only this time, I attached it to the pulley on the ceiling. This was what I had been working on when she knocked on the door and I was happy that I had completed it in time. The last time, I held her rope up while I tickled her but couldn’t hold it once I started to come. I was too weak. I decided that I wouldn’t run into that same problem again and attached a 59-cent pulley on my ceiling to help hold her arms up.

Before stringing the rope through the pulley, I tied her ankles together, and then I wrapped a rope behind her knees and tied her to the couch. This way, she couldn’t stand up when I pulled her arms up with the pulley.

Bridget watched me, quietly, frightened.

"What are you going to do with that?" She asked as she saw me unwrap a hanger.

"You’ll see," I said. Once it was unwrapped, I took my trusty feather and attached the quill part of the end of the hanger with some tape.

When I pulled the rope through the pulley, Bridget’s arms started to rise. I sat on the couch so that she was between my legs. I loved watching her arms go up and the creases under her arms soften until the skin was stretched out. Then I attached my end of the rope to the wooden arm of the couch; the same arm that I tied Nancy not too long ago.

Bridget looked up at her wrists and tested the strength of the bondage. She wasn’t going anywhere. I started her torture by sliding my fingers down her soft inner arms. Instantly, Bridget started to twist and giggle.

"That tickles!" She said between giggles. Her face was lit up and her eyes sparkled. My cock was aching.

When I got to her soft hairless armpits I stopped and lightly stroked the ticklish skin with all my fingers. The tickling was slow and deliberate and Bridget scrunched up her little nose as she giggled loudly.

"Ticklish here?" I asked, stroking the ultra-smooth skin. "Kitchee Kitchee koo! Tickle Tickle Tickle!"

"Ahheeheeheeheehee! Ti-ckles! Heeheeheeheehee!" Bridget giggled wildly as she tried to twist her armpits away from my tickling fingers.

I tickled down her sides and she continued laughing. My cock could take it no more and I unzipped my pants and pulled it out. When Bridget saw it she stared as she giggled. It seemed that seeing my cock was the most fascinating thing she had ever witnessed. I jerked on my cock in utter horniness from tickling this young nymphet. Bridget was laughing her very high-pitched giggling as I tickled across her chest and concentrated on the tiny nubs of her nipples. I alternated between tickling her nipples and stroking her soft belly button area. Bridget tried to pull back to avoid Uncle Bob’s tickling fingers but I had tied her very well and she couldn’t.

I stopped and let her catch her breath and she just stared at me stroking my cock. I looked at her cute cherub-like face as she stared. Then, she looked up at me and said, "Does that feel really good?"

"Yes!" I said as I picked up the feather with the hanger extension I had engineered earlier.

"What are you gonna do with tha…heeheeheeheehee!" Her laughter interrupted her question as I used the hanger to reach the soft, pink soles of her feet. Those little creases of her bare soles were highly ticklish as I stroked my feather back and forth over their surfaces.

"Does this tickle, Bridget?" I said with a smile as I stroked myself and looked at this adorable redhead giggling helplessly.

"Yeeee…yessssheeeheeheeheehee!" She said, laughing loudly and trying to kick her legs. I stroked the feather up and down her bare soles and then trailed it up the backs of her calves. Bridget was squirming and giggling now and her hips went back and forth. I let go of the feather and tickled the inside of her bare thighs and she started giggling loudly again. I was hot as hell and really fired up as I tickled inside of those thighs and started to work myself up to her crotch. My hand went up the inside of her very short skirt and I skittered my fingers on the surface of her pussy.

Bridget continued laughing but contorted her face a little more than usual. I could see that she was having a sexual reaction but still extremely ticklish between her legs.

Soon, her giggles quieted and were replaced by moaning as she began to grind her pussy against my tickling fingers.

"Tickle tickle tickle," I said softly. "Does this tickle?"

"Yes," She moaned, breathing heavily and speaking softly. "Tickles."

"Is Uncle Bob tickling you real nice?"

"Tickles."

"Is Little Bridget ticklish?"

"Tickles," She kept repeating. I untied the rope from the arm of the couch and lowered her hands a little. Then I positioned her mouth near my cock and asked her to softly suck on it while I tickled her.

She didn’t seem to give it a second thought, so lost in her own sexual feelings. She sucked my cock like a pacifier as I softly tickled between her legs.

"Kitchee Kitchee koo. Tickle tickle," I repeated softly as she moaned and sucked hard on my throbbing cock. I was staring at her little body now, looking so cute yet so sexy in her sleeveless top and short skirt. I loosened the ropes enough for her to hold my cock with her bound wrists as she sucked and licked. I let my one hand stay in her pussy while the other hand explored her exposed skin. Her little waist and belly, her smooth arms and underarms, the back of her neck, were all tickled softly.

The combined feeling of her little warm mouth sucking my cock along with the feeling of her super soft skin on my fingers and the wetness of her pussy was enough to bring my orgasm up like a volcano. I almost yelled out as the cum came forth and then released into the wet mouth of Bridget. I heard her swallowing and swallowing and soon she let out a little moan and I knew that she had had an orgasm as well.