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This story is mostly fiction. If you don't like stories of a slightly erotic
nature, don't read this. It's for adults only.
JEMMA - THE TICKLE COUCH (11)
I could hardly stop giggling. Two men were rolling me around on their
laps, tickling, pinching, and patting me - all over. As I rolled and wiggled
around they only tickled me more. They were constantly passing me back and
forth, right-side-up, up-side-down. My eyes teared up from laughter under the
blindfold.
Every few minutes one of then said, “Halt!” and I had to freeze in
whatever awkward position I was in at that moment - limbs every which way.
While halted they would caress and kiss me all over - head to toe. I was
feeling warm all over, like purring, from their attention.
Because of my wetness, they said, they had to take their suits off. They
were each wearing boxer shorts and t-shirts. Of course I wasn’t wearing
anything. Even my hood had been replaced by a narrow blindfold.
Many of the other contestants and some of the judges had left already.
“Have to get Melissa back to her baby-sitting job, so she gets home on time.”
said two of the judges as they were dressing Melissa. “It’s almost as much fun
to dress these pretty, little girls as it is to undress them.” whistling no
particular tune. I overheard many such scenarios as the crowd thinned out.
That was when some of the judges started to get “more comfortable.”
“I like the way your purple, angora hair ribbons bounce with your pig
tails.” while tickling me again.
Giggling, I said, “I’m glad to have my hood off.” Embarrassed and quiet
while they were kissing me all over, one on my face and neck, the other judge
between my legs, “Finally, I can kiss back,” returning the kiss on my mouth.
My hands were free and although I was still wearing a thinner collar on my
neck, there was no chain attached. This enabled me to kiss their things
occasionally, if I happened to end up with my face in one of their laps.
“Please don’t put it in your mouth, Jemma. It’s against the rules to cum
in your mouth and I’m ready to cum any minute.” but I continued to lick and
kiss the side of his thing which was poking out the top of his shorts. “ I
suppose it’s OK if I cum on my own tummy while she's kissing it. What do you
think, Ed?”
“Sure, but let’s not mention it, just in case. I’ll hold still and caress
Jemma’s sweet fanny while she helps you.” Ed said, not talking too loud. Both
of my hands were on my fanny - holding it open for Ed to examine. There were
no other judges nearby.
“Can’t stop.” moaned the judge I was licking. More accurately, his thing
was lying flat against his stomach and my mouth was sliding up and down over
his thing as if it was a buttered, slippery ear of corn. I stopped sliding
when I felt it start throbbing, held fast between my teeth and lips. As he
continued to throb, I inched up towards the tip, with hopes of tasting him.
It was still throbbing, but slower, as I reached the end, no longer aware
of Ed’s probing fingers. Forming a bond of secrecy with the owner of the
oozing penis, I put my mouth over it, lifting, and slid my mouth down onto it.
“Ummmm,” softly as I captured his last of his oozing excitement. Sucking it
deeper into my mouth as it slowly began to soften, I milked out more juice.
He quickly wiped off the side of my face with his shorts because we heard
someone walking closer, talking, “How’s it going on the Tickle Couch, fellas?”
It was the voice of the announcer! They began tickling me again, trying to
hide the evidence. I started giggling and rolling around, trying to protect my
new, but
unknown friend.
To divert Mr. Announcer’s attention, I wiggled right off their laps,
falling onto the floor. I stood up and asked, “Are we going to get to do the
extra round of the TASTING CONTEST, like you said? All this tickling is
getting me 'juicy' again.”
Ed pulled me back on top of him and my new friend grabbed one leg to pull
me wide open, as if for inspection by the head judge.
“Well, OK. I see you’re ready again. My my, you were delicious. Maybe I
should make sure you’re ready.” He knelt down right in front of the couch
while the two ‘ticklers’ held my legs wide apart.
Our distraction worked - and felt good, too!
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Author’s note: Not all parts are finished yet. Don’t get frustrated
trying to find parts, 3, 4, 6, 8, 9, or 10. Please send me your suggestions.
Would you like to see my other stories? Please share any early sexual memories
with me (in confidence - no names - could be used for future stories)
Thanks,
corn53@aol.com
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