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Usual disclaimer applies here, if you’re under 18 reading this will make you blind so
go away. This story deals with underage sex so if offended please close the door on your
way out.
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Only for you
I have been living with my girlfriend for a few months now. We met on line and have
been very happy. Faith is my lover’s name, and she is the true love of my
life. We enjoy nice romantic dinners at home rather then the loud bar seen.
Faith is 5’5 and 109lbs. A sweet and soft-spoken girl, compared to the out
spoken girl like me.
Faith has a freaky side to her. Sometimes she can be very demanding and
bossy. Of course when I ignore her she stops. Faith is always asking me for
foot massages and loves when I blow on her freshly painted toenails. When I am
sitting on the floor reading Faith try’s to rest her feet on the top of my
head. Once she tried wrestling me, trying to sit on me and force me to kiss her
feet. I never understood it, but she was turned on when she had her feet on
me.
Things were going well for us. This one day Faith asked me to be in my bikini
waiting for her, told me she wanted to hit the pond in the yard. When she came into
the apartment she was with three other girls I never met before. Feeling a little
silly being so underdressed compared to them I was going to get up and change, but Faith
sat in my lap.
She introduced me to Julie first. She was a big boned girl with legs bigger
then my neck. 5’8 and around 180 lbs she was intimidating. Wearing a
white visor hide her lovely drown hair.
Dawn looked lovely, more my type. A tall girl, 6’0, 145 lbs. Wearing her
black hair back really let you see her pretty face. Looked like a volleyball player,
and acted like a rodeo clown. Her body looked to be in great shape.
Linda was 5’7, 165lbs, and strong. With an amazing smile, and nice demeanor I
trusted her right away. She appeared to be very laid back and a go with the crowd
type of girl.
I seemed like a dwarf compared to them. I mean, I am 5’5, 110lbs and small
boned. The only one there weaker then me was Faith. My legs are built like
toothpicks and a strong breeze could knock my little brown haired body over.
Faith was telling me a story about something that happened at work, but I was so
self-conscience about what I was wearing I could hardly concentrate. She went on and
on as she sat in my lap, wiggling her soft ass on my little legs.
I don’t know how it came up, but they were all soon talking about tickling.
When Faith reached back and tickled my belly I almost punched her. My face was red
with embarrassment as they all watched me squirm.
They were telling me about this one girl who was so ticklish they could make her laugh
with their feet. Faith was like, “no way”. They were discussing it
back and forth, arguing if it was true or not. Faith said she could settle it once
and for all.
When she stood up, and then told me to get up I was like, no way. Peer pressure took
hold of me and I stood and let Faith sit down. Faith told me to take of her socks
for her; I felt so weird, but I pulled each sock off for her. I felt my stomach
cringe as Faith lifted her size seven feet towards me. It felt cold, but smooth on
my belly. Her creamy little feet touched me and I jumped. I took a deep breath
and moved closer to Faith. This time she planted her toes on the top of my stomach,
and then slide them down to my waist. It took all of my strength to not move away,
but I did it.
“Okay, let me try and really tickle you”, she said. This time she was
wiggling her toes across my stomach and I could not help it, I jumped backwards. Her
friends were all laughing, but I could see Faith was getting turned on.
Faith told me to stand still; I figured I would let her have her fun. Again she was
wiggling her toes so fast my body reacted by moving away. This time Linda offered to
hold me still. I told her not to worry, but she moved behind me anyway so I let her
do it. After all I was not capable of pushing her away.
This time her toes danced across my sensitive belly faster then before. Linda didn’t
even flinch when I backed into her. Linda’s arms wrapped around my upper body
as Faith tickled my belly. In seconds I was wiggling to get free, but it was not to
be. Faith poked her toes deep into my soft stomach as her friends enjoyed watching
me struggle and laugh my head off.
After a few minutes Faith stopped, and when Linda let me go I collapsed onto the
floor. There I was on all fours trying to catch my breath when Linda stood with her
legs on both sides of my sides, then squeezed to keep me still. Faith was telling
her friends that the real test would be tickling a not so ticklish place. She went
on to reason that my stomach was my most ticklish place.
I was not sure what to expect as Faith’s feet rested on my back. I could feel
her feet rubbing against my skin as she talked. As soon as her toes traced my neck
and shoulders I was laughing like a crazed woman. Back and forth she went as her
friends stood around me to watch.
“She is wiggling too much
3;how will we know how well the toe tickling is if she
can squirm around so much”, said Faith.
Faith stopped and moved her feet to the floor, which left me starring at the tops of her
feet. “Don’t they look cute”, she said.
I went to get up but had Linda sitting on my back. Linda said she wanted to try,
just one attempt she promised. As Faith began rubbing her feet on my face Linda put
her feet on mine. I stopped trying to get the feet of my face, and then was about to
say the feet are of limits when she started. Her long toes were running up my feet
from the toes up. When her toes reached my soles I was moving my feet to stop the
tickling.
“Cheater
3;you can’t move”, cried out Faith.
“This is not fun, let me up” I commanded.
As Dawn pulled my ankles I crashed onto my stomach, my face resting on Faith’s
feet. Linda was holding my arms as she sat on me. I was moaning as I tried to
get them off me, but I was too weak. As hard as I could I tried pulling my arms back up,
but that was not going to happen. My legs were pinned beneath Dawn and she was
holding my ankles tight. I watched Julie’s feet walk across the room, and then
disappear behind me.
“Please Faith
3;not my feet”, I asked.
“Sorry honey
3;it’s all for science”, replied Julie.
With one foot standing across my toes and her other foot brushing my soles I went
nuts. The girls were holding me the best they could as I laughed my head off.
It was long, smooth strokes being used on my soles, and it tickled. As she scratched
the bottoms of my tender toes I was screaming bloody murder. Faith was holding my
face still with her feet keeping me from shaking my head. It was killing me not
being able to move.
It all was over in less then a minute but I was shook up. Faith was still rubbing
her feet on my face when her friends all got up. I sat up and looked around the room
trying to figure out if they were done.
“Damn girl, you’re more ticklish then Faith told us”, said Dawn.
This time when Faith wiggled her toes at me I swatted her foot away and angrily said,
“Stop it”.
I sat there stunned for a moment as the girls argued about who the better tickler
was. They began betting one another that they could make me ask for mercy faster
then their friends. Back and forth they went as I sat on the floor thinking they
were nuts if they thought I would be the judge.
Then Faith asked the question I new was coming. “Baby, my sun shine, let me
prove my point and then I promise we can stop the tickling”, she said with that warm,
cunning smile. How could I say no?
When Faith agreed that all I had to do was stand in front of them, with no one holding me
down I agreed. Linda reached out with her long legs and began tracing her toes
around my navel. After the third time around my navel her little toe drifted into my
navel forcing me to jump back and scream.
“What a wimp, that was only 15 seconds”, exclaimed Faith.
After I took a deep breath I moved in front of Dawn. She moved her long, smooth,
cold toes up and down my sides in slow motion. I shivered at her touch, but was able
to keep my composure. Her feet were moving from my ribs down to my hips and back up
again. It left me giggling but it was not over whelming. Then she reached up
and dug her toes into my armpits and I exploded with laughter, leaving me no choice but to
back up, her toes chasing after me till I was far away.
“All right, two minutes, good job baby”, said Faith with an approving
voice.
Next in line was Julie, wearing a look of trouble. Her technique was different, she
was poking her toes into my stomach instead of wiggling, or sliding her toes across my
skin. I held my own till she hit that spot on my side that made me jump.
As I moved to Faith she laughed at my 25-second attempt with Julie. I gave a sarcastic
look to Faith as her toe went into my navel, quickly getting me to retreat. Faith
was the winner.
Faith tried telling me that as the winner I had to kiss her feet for five minutes. I’m
sure she knew the response before she asked, “hell no”! Then she tried to
negotiate with me about how long I had to kiss her feet. In frustration I agreed to
do one chore for her. I figured she would ask me to do her laundry, or maybe clean
her car. When she told me the chore was acting as a tickle matt I laughed.
Faith’s three friends were not laughing as they grabbed my arms and led me into the
guest bedroom. I was shocked to see on the floor a blanket in the middle of the
floor, and ropes at each end of the room connected to our large dresser and desk. My
eyes were glued to the seen before me when I was shoved to the floor. Thoughts were
racing trough my mind when I figured this night had been planned.
With the four girls manhandling me I was quickly secured to the ground. My small,
fragile body was pulled tight, as I lay exposed for all to tickle. The girls sat on
the floor next to me, their feet inches away from me. The room began to spin as I
realized what was going to happen to me.
Faith was moving her soft feet around my face, her other foot dragging its toes along my
right armpit. At first I was able to hold back my laughter, but as she continued to
move I was doomed.
Julie was sitting at my feet. As soon as I saw her I begged her to leave my feet
alone. Pleading with her only encouraged her more. With my legs wrapped in
ropes and ankles tied and roped to the desk I was unable to pull my feet away. Her
slender toes were moving down my soles so slow I was going insane thinking about how long
it would take her to move down off my soles.
Dawn had both feet wiggling on my stretched out stomach. This left me laughing
harder then ever before. Those damn toes were moving lightly over my smooth, ticklish
stomach leaving me gasping for air.
Then Linda joined in, her big feet my left side and armpit. Her feet felt rough and
she was really digging into me. Unlike her friends she was digging her toes into my
ticklish spots and grinded all of the laughter she could.
With all of the combined tickling I was quickly losing my mind. They all seemed
content watching me go nuts in front of them all. It was like it was a magical
experience for them. Just the feeling of their feet on me was more then enough for
them, but for me it was torture. I looked at Faith and could tell she was turned on;
it was the same look I have seen on the most sex craved nights we spent with one
another. Then my eyes drifted to the rest of them, and I noticed they all had the
same look.
The last thing I heard was Faith asking her friends if they could spend the night.