Path: not-for-mail
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Title story: "The Blanket Wars" Author: Joe Mattis 47097529
From: TheXfan <ryzij@poczta.fm>
Lines: 281
Message-ID: <vtOue.142796$yp5.118200@fe03.news.easynews.com>
X-Complaints-To: abuse@easynews.com
Organization: EasyNews, UseNet made Easy!
X-Complaints-Info: Please be sure to forward a copy of ALL headers otherwise we will be unable to process your complaint properly.
Date: Fri, 24 Jun 2005 07:18:51 +0000
===================
-------------------------------- ONLY FOR ADULTS -----------------------------------------
You can at any time to read and comment the Stories sent to us OR
You can always add a favourite story on here http://e-story.biz/addstory.html OR
Add a favourite site on here http://e-story.biz/addlink.html
The continue of this history http://e-story.biz/virtuoso/index.html?id_group=13&id_story=1363&id_posting=12918
Free XXX photos on us frend: http://tgp.photoset.biz
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
The Blanket Wars
******************
After playing tennis and frisbee for most of the afternoon, and cooking up a
tasty stir-fry (enjoyed over a bottle of white zinfandel) for dinner, Jim and
Janet decided to call it an early evening and went to sleep, having allowed
their feelings of horniness to be displaced temporarily by feelings of fatigue.
Overnight, the temperature dropped from warm-and-pleasant to goose-pimple-cold,
an occurrence for which they were ill-prepared, having left the bedroom windows
open, with a single sheet covering the two of them. In their respective dreams,
their king-sized bed became a stretch of frozen tundra, complete with arctic
winds cutting across the expanse.
What began as an overly-affectionate huddling together for warmth degenerated,
as the cold slowly pulled them awake, into a nasty little tug-of-war, with the
prize being a larger-than-fair portion of the cotton/polyester sheet. Having
always been better at such games, Janet curled herself into a fetal position,
clutched a double-handful of sheet to her chest, and gave a little, twisting
*tug*. Pretty as you please, the last yard of sheet jumped away from Jim and
settled neatly on Janet, leaving Jim's butt exposed to the elements. His eyes
flew open just as a breeze blew up his backside. "Hey! I'm freezing! Gimme
some back."
Janet purred a contented, sleepy little dismissal, "Jim, if you're cold, just
get up and take a blanket out of the closet." Jim was ready to hoist himself out
of bed when he realized that he'd just been snookered (and not for the first
time!) into getting a blanket while Janet stayed in bed. His darling wife had
suddenly been transformed, in his eyes, into an Evil Manipulator, and he decided
to stand up for All Men, everywhere.
"If you want a blanket, Janet, *you* get it. Now give me some sheet!", and he
proceeded to haul at the blanket like he was pulling in the main sail.
With more than half-serious indignation, Janet growled "You jerk! Pick on
someone your own size!" and she did that little clutching move again, which
rolled Jim over and recovered half of what he'd hauled away from her.
"Can't...there's no one else here." smirked Jim, and he pressed his (now frozen)
toes up against her warm, heart-shaped bottom. She squeaked out a surprised
little "Yelp!" and jumped away from him, letting go of the sheet.
"Aha!!" Jim grabbed the edge of the sheet and rolled back towards his side of
the bed. "Loser!" he cried and, gripping the sheet tightly, he rolled over and
away from Janet, spooling the entire sheet around himself. "*You* can get the
blanket for a change, chump!" He rolled clear to the other side of the bed,
and was quite pleased with himself, since he didn't get to outsmart his wife
very often.
He had about half-a-heartbeat to gloat, and then Janet jumped on top of him, and
glowered down at him with a frighteningly predatory look. "You know, Jim, I'll
never understand how such a smart man can consistently get himself into such
*dumb* predicaments!" He tried boosting himself up with his arms (all those
workouts came in handy when he was wrestling with Janet who, although no
pushover, was never able to beat him in a fair fight)...and he collapsed
backwards! Quickly, he realized that he'd mummified himself inside the sheet. He
thought hurriedly....king-sized sheet...must be eight or nine layers of
cloth...his hands stuck by his hips, tangled up more than the rest of
him...Janet sitting on his stomach with her knees on either side of his chest,
using those cyclist's legs of hers to squeeze his arms against his sides. Oh,
I'm meat, he thought, I'm hamburger fucking helper.
Janet was smiling down at him evilly. "You've got such an *endearing* look on
your face, honey!" And then her expression changed to one of mock-concern: "Have
you got enough of the sheet now, Jimmy?"
"Okay, heh, yeah, Janet...you got me, yep, that was pretty good...I'll go get
the blanket..."
"Oh, baby, what's the hurry, you're not still cold are you? *I'm* the one who
should be cold!" and reaching her arms behind her, she stretched her naked torso
backwards and turned from side to side, the silhouette of her nipples sharply
visible against the light from the bedroom window. He became acutely aware that
he had a hard on, and he squirmed as it strained, like the rest of him, against
the sheet. Janet brought her hands back down and ran them smoothly over her
breasts. With a sudden surge of frustrated horniness, Jim bucked frantically and
nearly threw his wife off of him.
Looking furious that Jim had the audacity to try taking advantage of her posing
for him, she shifted her legs lower down Jim's body and fell forward onto him,
hard, knocking the air out of him, and assumed a decidedly female-superior
position. Now, it was Janet's turn to look surprised, as she felt Jim's erection
pressing against her. For a second, Jim thought that she might let him loose so
they could go at it...but Janet's expression shifted again, and became
particularly merciless. "Poor baby!" she cooed, "there's something you want
really bad, isn't there?" Wrapping her arms and legs tightly around Jim, she
brought her face close and started giving him soft kisses on his cheeks, his
temples, his forehead. A small moan of pleasure came from him, and he closed his
eyes. She kissed his eyelids, and brought her mouth down to meet his. His tongue
reached for her, and with no teasing Janet kissed him long and deeply.
"Oh, honey, I want you...please let me go."
She gazed at him tenderly, and said "I want you too, really bad, but some things
are worth waiting for. Besides, I *know* you...you'll enjoy it more if I tease
you senseless first."
"But you've already teased me senseless!" and, at this new development, he
started struggling in earnest. But poised as she was, he could barely get enough
leverage to rock her back and forth...rolling her away was utterly impossible.
He strained fruitlessly for long seconds, and fell back exhausted.
"You call *this* teasing?" she chided, her face inches from his. "Darling, I
haven't even *started* teasing you!" and she placed her hands on both sides of
his face, keeping his head immobile. She brushed several feathery kisses against
his lips and, as he strained for more, she unceremoniously licked his nose.
"*Bleck*!! Why, you bitch!! Gaaa!!!! I hate that!"
"Oh, so I'm a bitch? Well, what else am I supposed to do to you?" she asked
innocently, while she wiped the saliva off his nose.
"I don't care...anything but that! That felt horrid!"
"But, Jim, I can only torture your face...the rest of you has gone undercover."
She paused, smiling at her pun. "Except...except for...hmm..." Like a dervish,
she jumped back and landed her bum on his stomach, then bounced off him and
rolled him over another half turn, so he was face down, whereupon she grabbed
onto the sheets wrapped around his ankles and pulled herself around. His first
reaction (after "oof!") was that she was going to try smacking his bottom, and
he tried getting his hands back to ward off the blows. A split second later,
Janet was coming back down on top of him, making a "Hiiee-yA!" noise very much
like Miss Piggy. He flattened himself so that the mattress would absorb the
blow, but to his surprise Janet merely settled gently on top of him. "You're
learning, boy! What is it they say about old dogs and new tricks?"
He was now face down, with his arms behind his back, hands pinned against his
own butt, thanks to his thrashing around. His wife was lying face down on him,
with her thighs again clamped around his chest. Her arms were hugging his legs
tightly, while her right hand fumbled at the cloth by his ankles. Suddenly, he
felt cold air, as Janet peeled back enough of the sheets that his right foot was
free. He tried to kick, but his knees were still wrapped tightly together.
Besides, what little maneuvering room his ankles had disappeared when Janet
wound the excess sheet around his shins. His left foot was still bound in cloth,
but his right foot was totally exposed.
"So, is this the naughty foot that stuck it's cold toes up my butt, hmmm?"
Jim started to babble, "No no it was the other one I swear it wasn't that
one no..."
"I don't know, Jim, these toes feel *awfully* cold." she said, as she ran the
tip of her index finger along the base of Jim's toes. "So were *you* the coldest
toe? Or was it *you*?" she asked, punctuating each query with a little squeeze
of each toe.
"(*giggle*) It wasn't any of them! (*snort*) Oh, God, please..." The gentle,
almost loving touches underneath his toes made his foot twitch spasmodically,
and Jim became frantic at the prospect that Janet was going to tickle him into
hysteria. He didn't plead yet, though...he clung desperately to the ludicrous
hope that, if he didn't beg her not to tickle him, then Janet wouldn't think
of doing it.
"Oh, so I'm going to have to conduct an Inquisition, is that it? Well, since you
like picking on people smaller than you," she said snidely, "I'll start with the
littlest toe first...have you done anything that deserves punishment, hmmm?" And
she started running her fingertips very lightly down the toe, along the outside
edge of the foot, and then back up again. Jim's initial, stifled laughs gave way
to a steady stream of giggles, like water falling. "No honest I-swear-to-god I
haven't!" he gasped.
"You know, you've got a beautiful giggle, Jim, even if that wonderful baritone
voice of yours sounds more like a schoolgirl's now! It's too bad I don't hear
you giggle more often. So, how about Toe Number 2? Do *you* have any
confessions to make?" She started tracing her maddening fingertips in a
straight line along the second toe, up and down across the sole of Jim's foot.
That tickled *much* worse than the edge of his foot did, and Jim dropped all
pretense of not begging.
"Please Janet plee-hee-hee-heeze (*gasp*), don't tickle me-he-hee-HA! HA! oh God
(*giggle*) like this it's-sss-it's(*sputter*) HA HA not fair hah HAH!!"
"Oh, and I suppose that what you did to me last week on the couch was fair,
right? Remember, you brute? When we were smootching, and you started kissing my
neck, and when I laughed, you pinned my arms over my head and started nuzzling
me under my arms until I nearly wet myself? Do you remember that, hmmm?" She
shifted over to the third toe, so that her fingertips were sliding up and down
the very center of his foot, taking little digressions to follow the curves
along the arch and heel.
Jim was out-and-out laughing now, and gasping for breath. He'd always been a
tickle fiend, but that was when *he* was doing the tickling. The only time he'd
gotten it back badly was when he was was 12 and staying with relatives before a
wedding. His cousin Karen (how old was she then? 15? 16?) caught him peeking
when she was trying on her bridesmaid's outfit. He ran, but she caught him in
about three strides and pinned him down, and while she said "I'll bet you
thought that was funny, huh?" over and over, she proceeded to slowly and
methodically tickle him half to death. He didn't even remember her
stopping...just him catching his breath afterwards. That was 20 years ago, and
he wasn't sure if he could stand it if it happened again. He managed to blurt
out "Yes-I-did-it-I-did-it-I'm-sorry-oh-God" in one breath.
"Finally, a confession! Very well!" she said as she stopped her tickling, and
she drew herself up haughtily. "It's the judgement of this court that, given
your offense, the punishment should fit the crime. You are hereby sentenced to
the poetic justice of being tickled on the bottom of your right foot until you
go completely insane, said sentence to be carried out immediately. Does the
condemned care to make a final statement?" Red faced, sweating, and panting,
Jim gasped in a breath and started to open his mouth when Janet chirped
"Time's up!" and began very lightly and rapidly dragging the fingertips of
both hands over the sole of Jim's foot. She alternated left and right hands,
using all of her fingers and touching very lightly, scraping as gently and as
rapidly as she could.
If Jim thought that he'd ever been tickled before, he was wrong. His voice
jumped from hyperactive giggles to full-bodied guffaws and back again as his
tortured nerves tried desperately to reach some sort of equilibrium, but Janet
was a cruel, relentless, and very talented tickler, and she altered her touch
just enough to keep Jim from adapting to the torment. He felt electric currents
searing across his feet, racing up the backs of his legs to his groin, and
shooting out along his spinal cord. He howled...he shrieked...he positively
*screamed* with forced laughter, while his body thrashed like a wild animal.
"Kootchie, kootchie!" tormented Janet. "Tickle toes!" and she dug into the
sensitive skin under Jim's toes. "Tickle here! Tickle there!" she teased, as she
frantically scratched at one sensitive spot, then another. "Tickle tickle
tickle!!" she teased, ruthlessly, while Jim prayed to God, to any god, to
whatever god feels sorry for people being tickled beyond human endurance, that
she'd stop.
Then Jim's sense of time disappeared...he was in the Hell of Eternal Tickling.
"Jim!! JIM!!! Are you okay???" He realized that his wife was shouting at his
face while he was still being tickled senseless...no wait, he was still
laughing, but he could see her hands and neither one was tickling him. Janet was
staring straight at him, and looked scared witless. He started to get a grip on
himself, but he realized that he could still *feel* it, and he collapsed
laughing once more.
"I'm okay...oh God...HA!!!"
The look of concern partially drained away from Janet's face. "Um...I was
actually going to commute your sentence to 10 minutes of eating me, but when I
stopped you just kept on *laughing*." Her eyes got wide again, and she tried
loosening the sheet from around her husband. "Are you *sure* you're alright?"
Jim tried to sit up and blurted out, "Ten minutes of head? How can I give you
head (*gasp*) when I can't even breathe??" and he collapsed backwards roaring
with laughter, like this was the funniest joke in the world.
Jesus...let me get you out of this...sit up." The windings had loosened a bit,
and with a struggle (in no way helped by her husband's continuing hysteria), she
finally worked Jim's arms free and peeled the sweat-soaked sheet away from his
chest. "I've got to close the windows...you'll catch pneumonia." While she
closed them, Jim had flopped back onto the bed, and she returned to the task of
freeing him, trying to tug the sheet past his hips.
"Ow! Watch it!" Jim opened his eyes wide, and looked coherent for the first
time. He scooted around on the bed, and wiggled his hips while he carefully
worked the sheets past an...um...obstruction.
"Oh my!" gasped Janet, eyes riveted at his crotch, "Maybe you won't have to give
me head after all!"
He glanced down. "Geez...I guess not." He looked at Janet, hungrily, and
grinned. "But this time," he paused while he backed his wife back down onto the
bed and lowered himself on top of her, "*I* get to be on top."
-------------------------------- ONLY FOR ADULTS -----------------------------------------
You can at any time to read and comment the Stories sent to us OR
You can always add a favourite story on here http://e-story.biz/addstory.html OR
Add a favourite site on here http://e-story.biz/addlink.html
The continue of this history http://e-story.biz/virtuoso/index.html?id_group=13&id_story=1363&id_posting=12918
Free XXX photos on us frend: http://tgp.photoset.biz
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------