NENCY'S TICKLING ORDEAL: ERIN

BY UNCLE BOB

[ part 7 ]

When young girls get together, especially 12-year olds, who are right on the cusp of womanhood, they have to gossip. It seems that during those years of a girl’s life, they just can’t keep a secret. So it was no shock to learn that Nancy and Bridget were talking.

Apparently, every week the girls got together in the basement of Nancy’s house and talked about boys and sex. Their friend, Erin was a tall, thin gorgeous 13-year old girl. I had seen them together in the past when we ran into each other at the mall. An exotic "Black Irish" look with dark hair and just a hint of freckles on her nose. When I saw them at the mall one time, Erin was dressed in a skimpy halter-top and shorts that were so short as to almost be invisible. She was taller than the other two and her legs were long, shapely and smooth. Just seeing this girl gave me a hard-on, but I could tell that she had something going on by the way she looked up at me with shining blue eyes. This was the sexiest 13-year old I had ever seen.

Erin was always the talker when the three girls got together for their sex talk. I really think it was because of Erin that Nancy and Bridget became so ‘experimental’.

So when Nancy called me and asked if Bridget and Erin wanted to come over I grew an instant hard-on.

What I didn’t know at that time was that while Nancy and Bridget talked to Erin about jerking and sucking me off, they were a little hesitant to jump right into the subject of bondage and tickling.

I heard the knock on the kitchen door while I was watching TV in the den. I looked up at the pulley over my couch and smiled. Then, I made sure my feather and rope were close at hand but out of sight.

When I opened the door my heart started pounding. Three beautiful girls greeted me with smiles. The tallest in the center looked up at me with those eyes and smiled the sexiest smile I had ever seen as she said, along with the others in unison, "Hi, Uncle Bob".

The girls were all dressed in sleeveless shirts and tiny little skirts. They obviously took some time to coordinate their outfits. Nancy knew what turned me on, cute, sleeveless & short. She even started to ask her mom to buy her certain things because she knew it would turn me on. I am grateful that her mom hadn’t caught on to Nancy’s motives.

*** Her mom, Kristen, is my younger sister. She knew when she was young, that I had a sexual thing for tickling. When she was very young, I used to sneak into her room at night when she was sleeping and carefully lift her arm over her head. I’m sure you all realize, by this point, that I have a thing for smooth armpits; looking at and tickling them. There is a small window of time in a girl’s life, before she starts growing hair there, but not too young, when her underarm is the smoothest and most ticklish. This is the age that I like to explore this quality. Even if a girl is starting to grow a few hairs, like ages 13 to 15 or 16, they are still very ticklish, almost helplessly ticklish under their arms. At age 13, a girl is not only hyper-ticklish under her arms (and just about anywhere else on their body) but also starting to enter into that hyper-sexed puberty. A girl is willing to do just about anything to a boy or man to prove that she is becoming a woman.

So Kristen would sleep and I would stand or kneel by her bed and softly tickle and feel under her arm while I masturbated. As she grew a little older, and became aware of my presence, it was harder for her to fight the ticklish feeling. She would giggle and jerk her arm down, yet pretend to still be sleeping. When she turned around 11 or 12 (and I was 16 or 17) she knew that I would climb into her bed so she could "help me sleep". She would lay there and let me tickle her while I jerked off. Soon, I began to ask her to touch me there, and then, she started jerking me off. I know I was a pain in the ass and she was just doing it because younger sisters do what older brothers say, but it was a nightly thing for us.

Kristen seemed to get more ticklish as she got older and I soon found that it was soon nearly impossible for her to hold her arms up for me to tickle her. It was then, I came upon the idea of tying her arms up with this soft belt I had. She didn’t like this at all because she was so horribly ticklish but my orgasms were amazing back then, tickling her soft skin and watching her squeal and writhe, trying not to wake up our mom and dad.

Back then, I tickled every fucking girl I could find in school. I would see a bunch of cheerleaders standing around and I would just attack their ribs and underarms sending them screaming in the halls at school. Then I would go into the bathroom stall and jerk off.

Of course, being much older, it is nearly impossible to find some female to tickle. It’s a curse. But since I started tickling and having sexual trysts with Nancy and Bridget, I no longer find women over 18 sexy. I still crave that small window of time that I mentioned above; to feel the soft, smooth girl skin and hear her squeaky giggling.

*** Nancy and Bridget just walked right into the kitchen giggling but Erin took her time, looking into my eyes as she walked by me. Damn, this girl was seducing me. But just as quickly, Erin changed back into child as she fell into the rhythm of giggling with her friends as they walked into my den and turned off the TV.

"What’s up?" I asked, being the last one in the den.

"Whatcha got as far as CDs?" Nancy said, pulling out my CDs and handing them back and forth to her friends.

I knew that Bridget was aware of what I had since she secretly came over a short while ago.

"Ask Bridget" I said coyly. Bridget shot me a killer dirty look. I smiled, but the other girls didn’t get it.

The girls continued to giggle and play my CDs until Nancy finally broke the tension. "We wanna play, Uncle Bob."

"Oh yeah?" I said walking towards them. "How? How do you wanna play."

"Erin wants to play our Game," Bridget interjected.

"Is that the word for it now? Game?" The girls looked at each other and giggled. So now they had a name for it.

Erin looked at me from the floor where she was sitting (with her legs slightly spread) and asked, "What kind of games do you like to play, Uncle Bob?" She looked at her friends and laughed.

"Tickle games," Nancy said as she reached over and gave Erin a little poke on her exposed tummy. Erin squeaked and jumped.

"Tickle?" she said with a slight quaver to her voice. "Nobody told me anything about tickling. I’m so way ticklish. I can’t take it."

"It’s fun," Bridget said from behind her. Then she grabbed Erin’s ribs.

Erin’s reaction was amazing. She jumped so high and giggled. I had never seen anyone that ticklish. It was turning me on like crazy. I couldn’t wait to tie this beauty up. I could have stuck it right in her at that very moment.

"Do we really have to tickle?" Erin said as she looked at me with concern between giggles. I just smiled and nodded.

"Let’s start with Erin," Nancy said standing up and taking her hands, trying to pull her to her feet. Erin kept shaking her head and resisting.

"No no!" she said. "Too ticklish. Too ticklish!"

The skin of Erin’s bare arms was flawless and smooth. As she was being pulled, I saw her armpits and marveled at how utterly smooth they were as well. Like her long legs and tummy, this girl was supermodel material. Also striking was her small but ripe breasts. With a thin waist and beautiful, woman-hips, she was quite a sight.

Bridget grabbed her other wrist and the two giggling girls had Erin to her feet. She towered over them.

"Okay okay!" Erin said as she stood by herself and shook off the girls. "What’ll I do?"

Smiling, I reached under the cushion of my couch and pulled out my soft rope. Erin’s eyes widened.

"You’re gonna tie me up? No way!"

"Come on, Erin," Nancy said pushing her. "Don’t be a dork."

"Give me your wrists," I said.

Erin held her wrists out as if I was a cop asking to cuff her. I wrapped the rope around them and then up through the middle. Then, I wrapped the rope around and around so she was very snug and definitely not going anywhere. Looking down at them, Erin tried the bondage to see if she could get loose. She couldn’t and she started to look worried. I liked that.

Next, I had her kneel like I did with Bridget. I tied her legs to the couch so that she wouldn’t be able to stand up if she wanted to. If she looked worried before, she really looked it when I took the ends of the rope and threaded one end into the pulley on the ceiling.

Nancy and Bridget looked so cute, giggling and watching with big eyes. I caught site of their adorable bodies and their skimpy clothing, which showed a good amount of skin.

Finally, I sat on the couch with my legs on either side of Erin’s hips.

"Now what," she said nervously.

"Now this," I said as I slowly pulled the rope. Erin was shocked to find her arms moving slowly up over her head.

"No! You can’t do this. I’ll die!"

The girls just giggled. I told them to stand on either side of their bound friend and they instantly obeyed.

Erin’s arms were stretched over her head and I saw her flawlessly smooth and obviously ticklish armpits right before my eyes. This was almost too much to take. The bulge in my pants began to throb and Erin suddenly caught sight of it and gasped.

"Okay girls," I began. "Now, not too hard and fast at first. Tickle Erin."

Erin stiffened, holding her breath as my two beauties reached up their small hands and started to slowly tickle Erin’s ultra-smooth underarms.

All the breath that she was holding was instantly released and Erin began to laugh and twist. This gorgeous 13-year old thought she was ticklish before, but she never knew how wickedly ticklish she could be while tied up. She soon became hysterical and the two girls kept their 20 wiggling fingers on her ticklish armpits, occasionally going up and down the sensitive undersides of her bare arms.

I thought Erin was going to cry at one point. Nancy seemed to like tickling her armpits, while Bridget ventured down to pluck at Erin’s delicate ribcage and waist. Erin didn’t know how or where to react since she was being tickled from so many different spots at once.

Meanwhile, I was rubbing the bulge through my pants. It was an incredible sight, my two tickle slaves, tickling their supermodel friend while I rubbed my dick. I reached over and gave Bridget a pinch on her ticklish ribs and she squealed in laughter. Then, I reached over and poked Nancy under her arm and she bent over and almost fell against me, giggling.

The girls were uttering, "tickle tickle tickle" as they tickled Erin. Erin had tears in her eyes as she howled in laughter. They tickled her soft belly button area and Erin screamed for a second before releasing her laughing.

I reached up and started to run my fingers down Erin’s bare arms. They were so soft, it was making me want to cum so badly. The girls picked up on my moan and left Erin to undo my pants. Nancy took out my throbbing, stiff cock and immediately plunged down on it with her wet and willing mouth, sucking. Bridget rubbed my chest and let her other hand hold the bottom part of my cock, jerking it skillfully.

Erin watched in amazement but laughing as my tickling reached her tender armpits. I actually had to hold back the cum because touching this sexy young girl in that way was so fucking exciting. The girls took turns sucking on me with a fury like two little vampires feeding. They sucked and jerked on my cock like they couldn’t wait to see me cum.

Through her laughing, Erin pleaded with me to release her and she would suck my cock like nobody ever did.

Through my horniess fog I came up with an idea.