I Love Tickling Stories
By the time I'd reached my 16th-17th year of life, I was already pretty sure my interests with female feet and tickling were considerably intense. Some of my chummier female friends had already discovered how much I enjoyed having my feet tickled, and a couple of them were equally great sports about being tickled as well! I would develop these seam-busting erections while in the throes of many of these delightful encounters. The only difference was; these ladies were friends of mine...and I never felt either the confidence or the temerity to try and take things a step further...or because there was truly no other added 'spark.' At that time, I was not intimately involved with anyone.
A few years later, I had an experience quite unlike any other that happened before.
Throughout high school, I'd become close friends with someone I'll call "Lucy." We'd known each other since middle school, but the friendship really flourished starting in our freshman year. Now, I won't be delusional about this...I DID find Lucy attractive and appealing...but that added 'spark' never seemed to ignite between us. It was just a very pure, tight friendship. One I relished greatly. And yes..on many occasions I'd attempted to tickle her feet (which were just stellar!!!)...her feet were VERY ticklish however, and her general reactions more than implied that she wasn't particularly game about it. My better experiences with her (when it would last 2-3 minutes maybe..lol) mostly occurred when she felt she needed cheering up...those were the moments she'd think nothing of slipping her bare feet on my lap, knowing I'd tickle her and elicit the kind of laughter it would. In all that time, I'd also gotten very close with her family as well, including her younger sister (who I'll call "Denise").
It was around the time Lucy and I were almost halfway through our junior year of high school that I'd begun making tickle attempts on Denise's feet here and there. She had equally luscious feet, and while the attempts never really went beyond a few gentle skritches on each sole, I couldn't help but notice that Denise never seemed to mind, nor did she ever seem put-off. She'd always squirm a bit and look upon me smiling. Her feet were also considerably less sensitive than Lucy's...not like that terribly mattered. But the mother of all experiences didn't really occur until about four years later.
Having to quit college about halfway through due to expenses that never met, I found myself with far more time on my hands outside of work. I hadn't seen much of my friends up until that point and was playing a bit of catch-up with all of them. When I finally came around to seeing Lucy, she was battling a pretty wicked upper respiratory infection. Despite that, she insisted I stay as we hadn't seen each other in almost a year and a half. Lucy had pretty much set up camp on one sofa, and Denise was sprawled out on the other. I'd joined Lucy on her sofa, and periodically would reach my hand under her blanket and search for her feet to tickle them. Each time Lucy would shriek and giggle crazily, I could see Denise grinning wryly...she knew exactly what I was doing. In time, Lucy felt a need to shower (which for Lucy, is an event that she'd spend upwards of 30-40 minutes doing)...so I quickly ducked into the bathroom to use it before no one would see it again anytime soon! Once I emerged, she was ready to go in, and I made my way back into the living room where Denise still was...sprawled on the other sofa as she was when I'd arrived...laying along her front, and as I got halfway back into the living room, I saw Denise's feet (which still had socks on them) idly fussing about on the crevice between the sofa cushions. Talk about the mother of all opportunities!!
I knew I wanted to have a real sit-down-and-tickle session with Denise's feet...BADLY...but I didn't want it to be creepy or seem random. Thinking rather fast on my feet...I'd asked if I could use their phone to check in with my message machine to see if anyone had called. She chirped a friendly, "Sure!" and I went through the process regardless of the hidden agenda. There were no messages (and I wasn't rightly expecting any), so I hung the phone back on it's cradle and chalked over to my right. Denise's feet weren't but a foot away. Even with her socks still on, I knew her feet were absolutely beautiful...very shapely and curvy with a rather wide build (much like Lucy's, only a size larger) and luscious, round candy-like toes...which by now, were still lazily slipping in and out of the thin crevice space between the cushions. I finally had an angle.
"Are your toes on a mission to find something?" I asked.
She giggled. "No...it's just become this dopey habit of mine every time I lay here..."
"Gotcha..." I answered. "Forgive me for being curious ahead of time, but...by now I've gotten to know how ticklish your sister's feet are...and on a few occasions, I couldn't help but notice yours aren't quite as sensitive...is that true, or were you better at hiding it?"
She moved her upper body to the right and looked over her shoulder. "Well, you're right in that I'm not quite as bad as she is...God, you just LOOK at Lucy's feet and think about tickling them and she's in hysterics!" She giggled. "Truth is, I feel it in...different ways on different days. Sometimes it can feel really ticklish, other times it starts that way and mellows out with time, or it makes me just giggle here and there."
I then started skritching the cotton-covered sole of her left foot with the tip of my index finger. "What kind of day is today?" I asked...smiling. She hung her head down and began giggling...I moved to her other foot and did much the same thing. Her toes curled and flexed and her giggles stayed relatively consistent. I kept going back and forth like that for a few minutes...her reactions didn't waver much...I deduced that her socks were VERY much in the way...I needed them off...BADLY...
She then said, "Seems like a giggle-oriented day today!"
I replied, "For which is fine! But...." and I began sliding one sock down from her heel. "...I'd just bet I can make a little more happen without your socks interfering." I'd stopped sliding her sock down...thinking to add...
"...with your permission, that is."
She came right back with, "Oh absolutely! Bare is the only way to go!" With that said, I continued removing each sock and could feel the front of my pants tenting considerably already! With her socks now off, she did what I'd only imagined her to ever do...she inched her way down toward me so that she could nestle the tops of her feet square on my lap.
Game. On. This was the closest I'd ever been to her feet and I could feel my tongue shrivel and dry up...just to show how overwhelmed I suddenly felt at that point! I took the liberties to begin quickly cycle-tickling her feet with my index and middle fingers just to see if it might offer an added ticklish incentive. And it worked. She giggled far louder and with more intensity...her toes curled tight creating these perfect, damn-near symmetrical wrinkles in her arches, then, flexed the tips of her toes against the top of my thigh, showcasing the nice height of her arches and flared the balls of her feet beautifully outward. From there...let's just say there wasn't a single square centimeter of her feet I didn't touch or tickle. I managed to get a few rapid-fire bursts of laughter out of her in the process as well. I don't quite know how long at it I'd been, but I felt like I had an ICBM in my pants loaded and ready to launch and each passing minute of Denise's agreeable, complicit and delighted reactions without so much as one 'Stop!' or any other commonplace resistance only served to intensify the moment!
Lucy then emerged from the bathroom...showered and in warmer bed-clothing. She saw what we were up to and let out a hearty chuckle. Mind you, my fingers were still working on Denise's feet...I felt no need to stop and wasn't quite fixing to do so either!
"I was wondering what was making her laugh in the way she was!! Now it makes all the sense in the world!" She stretched out on the other sofa. By that time, I was in full ten finger spider-tickle mode...tickling her feet in a way that would've had Lucy utterly breathless and quite despondent with me. Denise however was giggling away and at times making these guttural sounds in the depths of her throat before bursting with more heightened laughter. Lucy giggled at her sister's reactions. "My God...if that were me he was doing that to, you'd have to practically scrape me off the ceiling!!"
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Even while giggling, Denise responded with, "Are you kidding? This has been feeling so awesome since he started, I could take this all day!!!" She then flexed the tips of her toes as she'd done several dozen times by now...but with all the tickling I'd been doing...the simply fantastic, sexy feet she had, her gainful reactions and effortless willingness, and now...that candid admission...I felt a surge like no other before in my life...and I suddenly felt one wicked spasm after another...4, 5, 6, 7, 8...I lost count!! All I knew was I was having one of the most intense orgasms in my life (up 'til that point anyway!) and I could feel the hot, thick fluid just having its way wherever it landed despite its confinement. My first, proper tickle-gasm!! Until then, I never knew that was even possible despite how just thinking of tickling a lady's feet always excited the daylights out of me! I dug my upper teeth into my bottom lip to better keep any oral grunts at bay...but I knew I'd have to address this invariable wrinkle very soon!! Thinking fast, I softly tapped her heels and excused myself...citing that all the coffee I'd consumed was generating a second wave. Denise bent her knees, lifting her feet up from my lap and actually protested with a slightly disappointed "Aww!!??" and a little tsk of her tongue.
"I hope you know you're not done with me!" she called with an adjoining giggle as I made my way to the bathroom.
Before going in, I called back; "For the record, I'm not done with you either!"
And once satisfied I'd cleaned up enough to stave off any embarrassment, it wasn't but a minute later that Denise had her fabulous feet back on my lap to be tickled even more...I...was in Heaven.
A few years later, I had an experience quite unlike any other that happened before.
Throughout high school, I'd become close friends with someone I'll call "Lucy." We'd known each other since middle school, but the friendship really flourished starting in our freshman year. Now, I won't be delusional about this...I DID find Lucy attractive and appealing...but that added 'spark' never seemed to ignite between us. It was just a very pure, tight friendship. One I relished greatly. And yes..on many occasions I'd attempted to tickle her feet (which were just stellar!!!)...her feet were VERY ticklish however, and her general reactions more than implied that she wasn't particularly game about it. My better experiences with her (when it would last 2-3 minutes maybe..lol) mostly occurred when she felt she needed cheering up...those were the moments she'd think nothing of slipping her bare feet on my lap, knowing I'd tickle her and elicit the kind of laughter it would. In all that time, I'd also gotten very close with her family as well, including her younger sister (who I'll call "Denise").
It was around the time Lucy and I were almost halfway through our junior year of high school that I'd begun making tickle attempts on Denise's feet here and there. She had equally luscious feet, and while the attempts never really went beyond a few gentle skritches on each sole, I couldn't help but notice that Denise never seemed to mind, nor did she ever seem put-off. She'd always squirm a bit and look upon me smiling. Her feet were also considerably less sensitive than Lucy's...not like that terribly mattered. But the mother of all experiences didn't really occur until about four years later.
Having to quit college about halfway through due to expenses that never met, I found myself with far more time on my hands outside of work. I hadn't seen much of my friends up until that point and was playing a bit of catch-up with all of them. When I finally came around to seeing Lucy, she was battling a pretty wicked upper respiratory infection. Despite that, she insisted I stay as we hadn't seen each other in almost a year and a half. Lucy had pretty much set up camp on one sofa, and Denise was sprawled out on the other. I'd joined Lucy on her sofa, and periodically would reach my hand under her blanket and search for her feet to tickle them. Each time Lucy would shriek and giggle crazily, I could see Denise grinning wryly...she knew exactly what I was doing. In time, Lucy felt a need to shower (which for Lucy, is an event that she'd spend upwards of 30-40 minutes doing)...so I quickly ducked into the bathroom to use it before no one would see it again anytime soon! Once I emerged, she was ready to go in, and I made my way back into the living room where Denise still was...sprawled on the other sofa as she was when I'd arrived...laying along her front, and as I got halfway back into the living room, I saw Denise's feet (which still had socks on them) idly fussing about on the crevice between the sofa cushions. Talk about the mother of all opportunities!!
I knew I wanted to have a real sit-down-and-tickle session with Denise's feet...BADLY...but I didn't want it to be creepy or seem random. Thinking rather fast on my feet...I'd asked if I could use their phone to check in with my message machine to see if anyone had called. She chirped a friendly, "Sure!" and I went through the process regardless of the hidden agenda. There were no messages (and I wasn't rightly expecting any), so I hung the phone back on it's cradle and chalked over to my right. Denise's feet weren't but a foot away. Even with her socks still on, I knew her feet were absolutely beautiful...very shapely and curvy with a rather wide build (much like Lucy's, only a size larger) and luscious, round candy-like toes...which by now, were still lazily slipping in and out of the thin crevice space between the cushions. I finally had an angle.
"Are your toes on a mission to find something?" I asked.
She giggled. "No...it's just become this dopey habit of mine every time I lay here..."
"Gotcha..." I answered. "Forgive me for being curious ahead of time, but...by now I've gotten to know how ticklish your sister's feet are...and on a few occasions, I couldn't help but notice yours aren't quite as sensitive...is that true, or were you better at hiding it?"
She moved her upper body to the right and looked over her shoulder. "Well, you're right in that I'm not quite as bad as she is...God, you just LOOK at Lucy's feet and think about tickling them and she's in hysterics!" She giggled. "Truth is, I feel it in...different ways on different days. Sometimes it can feel really ticklish, other times it starts that way and mellows out with time, or it makes me just giggle here and there."
I then started skritching the cotton-covered sole of her left foot with the tip of my index finger. "What kind of day is today?" I asked...smiling. She hung her head down and began giggling...I moved to her other foot and did much the same thing. Her toes curled and flexed and her giggles stayed relatively consistent. I kept going back and forth like that for a few minutes...her reactions didn't waver much...I deduced that her socks were VERY much in the way...I needed them off...BADLY...
She then said, "Seems like a giggle-oriented day today!"
I replied, "For which is fine! But...." and I began sliding one sock down from her heel. "...I'd just bet I can make a little more happen without your socks interfering." I'd stopped sliding her sock down...thinking to add...
"...with your permission, that is."
She came right back with, "Oh absolutely! Bare is the only way to go!" With that said, I continued removing each sock and could feel the front of my pants tenting considerably already! With her socks now off, she did what I'd only imagined her to ever do...she inched her way down toward me so that she could nestle the tops of her feet square on my lap.
Game. On. This was the closest I'd ever been to her feet and I could feel my tongue shrivel and dry up...just to show how overwhelmed I suddenly felt at that point! I took the liberties to begin quickly cycle-tickling her feet with my index and middle fingers just to see if it might offer an added ticklish incentive. And it worked. She giggled far louder and with more intensity...her toes curled tight creating these perfect, damn-near symmetrical wrinkles in her arches, then, flexed the tips of her toes against the top of my thigh, showcasing the nice height of her arches and flared the balls of her feet beautifully outward. From there...let's just say there wasn't a single square centimeter of her feet I didn't touch or tickle. I managed to get a few rapid-fire bursts of laughter out of her in the process as well. I don't quite know how long at it I'd been, but I felt like I had an ICBM in my pants loaded and ready to launch and each passing minute of Denise's agreeable, complicit and delighted reactions without so much as one 'Stop!' or any other commonplace resistance only served to intensify the moment!
Lucy then emerged from the bathroom...showered and in warmer bed-clothing. She saw what we were up to and let out a hearty chuckle. Mind you, my fingers were still working on Denise's feet...I felt no need to stop and wasn't quite fixing to do so either!
"I was wondering what was making her laugh in the way she was!! Now it makes all the sense in the world!" She stretched out on the other sofa. By that time, I was in full ten finger spider-tickle mode...tickling her feet in a way that would've had Lucy utterly breathless and quite despondent with me. Denise however was giggling away and at times making these guttural sounds in the depths of her throat before bursting with more heightened laughter. Lucy giggled at her sister's reactions. "My God...if that were me he was doing that to, you'd have to practically scrape me off the ceiling!!"
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Even while giggling, Denise responded with, "Are you kidding? This has been feeling so awesome since he started, I could take this all day!!!" She then flexed the tips of her toes as she'd done several dozen times by now...but with all the tickling I'd been doing...the simply fantastic, sexy feet she had, her gainful reactions and effortless willingness, and now...that candid admission...I felt a surge like no other before in my life...and I suddenly felt one wicked spasm after another...4, 5, 6, 7, 8...I lost count!! All I knew was I was having one of the most intense orgasms in my life (up 'til that point anyway!) and I could feel the hot, thick fluid just having its way wherever it landed despite its confinement. My first, proper tickle-gasm!! Until then, I never knew that was even possible despite how just thinking of tickling a lady's feet always excited the daylights out of me! I dug my upper teeth into my bottom lip to better keep any oral grunts at bay...but I knew I'd have to address this invariable wrinkle very soon!! Thinking fast, I softly tapped her heels and excused myself...citing that all the coffee I'd consumed was generating a second wave. Denise bent her knees, lifting her feet up from my lap and actually protested with a slightly disappointed "Aww!!??" and a little tsk of her tongue.
"I hope you know you're not done with me!" she called with an adjoining giggle as I made my way to the bathroom.
Before going in, I called back; "For the record, I'm not done with you either!"
And once satisfied I'd cleaned up enough to stave off any embarrassment, it wasn't but a minute later that Denise had her fabulous feet back on my lap to be tickled even more...I...was in Heaven.
