Tickled Pink (closed)

Tina looked up at him and no words flowed from her lips. She knew that this was wrong, the fact that her neighbor, her tutor for lack of a better work, now had her topless. She knew she should have fought harder against him, but it was difficult as he drew another round of giggles and laugher from her with his fingers.

However as she felt her nipples harden, she bit her bottom lip, looking into his eyes for a brief moment before she gasped for air between giggles. She wanted to know what it was like to have his hot mouth on her sensitive nipples but she instead turned her face, embarrassed to no end that he was seeing her like this.

One of his fingertips gently brushed across the peak of her nipple and she gasped at the electric bolt of sensation it sent through her body. She squeezed her legs together for a moment and attempted to struggle against him.

“Please Mr. Wells, this isn’t right…I should go..” she said as she struggled to get away from his tickling fingers.
 
"...Where else are you ticklish?" Henry asked sliding his hands slowly over Tina's protruding ribs and up the sides of her large boobs causing an uncomfortable giggle of protest.


It was too late, and Mr.Well's curious fingers pressed into her fleshy mounds and a tortuously ticklish sensation washed over her. Her lack of strength couple with Henry's intense rise in adrenaline caused little, if any effect. Clearly, although Tina was in far too much of a state to notice at the time, Mr.Wells had handled breasts before. He wasn't rough or hard, his grip was firm, his strokes light and prods delicate. Henry was careful not to press to deep although despite his skilful ticklish touch it still caused her large melons to soon grow a light shade of pink.
 
Tina half laughed and half moaned as he tickled his way along her breasts, poking every sensitive angle, anything to prolong her torture. She bit her bottom lip and squirmed, her breasts jiggling back and forth with her as she did so.

She bit her bottom lip again and squeezed her thighs together once more as he moved his hands over her breasts. Her nipples were painfully hard with the anticipation of his touch. She was breathless as he begged for a pause. “Please Mr. Wells please! I can’t breathe!” she protested.
 
Quite some time was spent fondling Tina's breasts. The blonde's nipples had grown rock solid, every stroke was a pleasurable agony that would glide across them.

Being so horribly sensitive did backfire when it came to being tickled but as far as being pleasured went, touching the young blonde's more private areas did cause undeniable rushes of warm heavenly pleasure. Unfortunately Mr.Well's nipple strokes were merely a side effect of the breast tickling which was pure hell. For the most part he would squeeze but on occasion there would be a pinch of flesh or a sudden spider tickle that would illicit a surprised squeal among Tina's unstoppable laughter.

Making use of Tina's tormented state Henry pulled her white short sliding down her long silky legs. Futilely the senior high school student squirmed her smooth legs in an effort to keep the shorts but Mr.Wells easily snatched them over her feet.

"...I notice you didn't answer my question..." Dropping the shorts to the floor Mr.Wells took a moment to admire the gleaming near nude girl atop his bed "...Where else are you ticklish?"
 
She gasped and laughed as he taunted her. She could feel a warmness growing deep in the pit of her stomach though she didn’t entirely understand it. When his fingers moved down her body and slipped off her shorts, the gusset of her panties stuck to her wetness causing her to blush hotly.

“I’m starting to think you had this planned out Mr. Wells…” She said. Her skin was on fire causing his touch to feel amplified along her body. Her body seemed to take over all of her thoughts as she tried to push her nipples in the way of his roaming fingers.

“Just don’t tickle my feet Mr. Wells…I really hate that…” She told him as he curled up her red tipped feet towards her bottom.
 
Rred cheeks, her ribs, sides, breasts, belly button all splashed with marks of pink. Those stiff little nipples pointed directly at him, Henry looked upward to Tina's pleading, desperate eyes and saw no compassion within himself, just an unbridled sense of sadistic pleasure. How could he resist? That tickled pink torso leading down to that ever so skimpy white panties, giving a thin outline of her virgin womanhood, then those long well toned legs on those messy sheets seductively flowing toward Tina's delicate feet.

"I don't plan things Tina." Mr.Wells said clearly leading somewhere that wasn't going to bode well for the poor teen. "...do you know what happens to rude girls who don't answer their elders questions?" Henry was able to use the same trick he had used to remove her bra. Slowly as the howling blonde bucked furiously beneath him Mr.Wells was able to peel back the thin panties and in a minute or two soon had it dangling loosely around Tina's upper thighs.

"THE FEET.... I got it"
 
“Oh God!” she cried out as he moved towards her feet. The pink pads of her soles were suddenly under attack and her body was reacting most strangely to it. She wasn’t sure if it was the tickling or him or the combination of both but each stroke of her foot brought her closer to something she had never experienced before.

Though she was laughing, giggling, and panting, part of her didn’t want him to stop. It was if his fingers were all over her body and her hips started to buck slightly as honey began slicken the soft down of her nether lips. She suddenly started to bit her lip as he tickled her feet, her chest and body turning pink as she started to feel a rumbling deep within herself.

“Oh please Mr. Wells…please stop! I’m going to embarrass myself!” she pleaded with a whimper.
 
"If you want me to be gentle you should probably cooperate. So tell me what can you do for me if i stop?"

Henry said coolly as made small light circles with his index fingers in the very centre of each sole, keeping Tina in a constant state of girlish giggles.

"...What would you do to make me not tickle your feet?"
 
“Any…” she gasped, “Anything you want Mr. Wells…” She said as she tried to sit up. The feelings coursing through her body were making her forget herself. While she no longer wanted him to tickle her (she thought), she also wanted something more.

She moved her face towards his neck and breathed in his scent deeply. She then boldly let the tip of her soft wet tongue flick against his earlobe as she whispered to him.

“Anything you would like Mr. Wells…just please don’t tickle me anymore…” she cooed in his ear, as soft and helpless as a dove.
 
"ANYTHING?"

Her eyes looked up at Mr Wells, wide and blue, trying to get a sense of his reaction to her offer. The ticklish agony and screams had made her lips appear even fuller and pinker.

"Sweetie, you have such a beautiful little mouth," Henry moaned. Pulling Tina down, he guided his cock toward her face and nudged the tip of it against her lips.

"Suck it.."
 
She gasped as his cock suddenly appeared. She had little experience with men but when he brought the head of his hot cock to her lips, she licked it instinctively before taking it into her warm wet mouth.

She played with the different textures on it, her tongue tracing the veins and around the lip of his head. She then started sucking on him like a sweet, her eyes wide and innocent as she looked up at him to see if she was doing it the right way.
 
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