Ever since I was a young girl, I hated being tickled. My brother and daddy both loved to hold me down and tickle me until I cried. It was so embarrassing because they knew that I would pee in my panties if they didn’t stop. I think, at times, that it turned them on to hear me beg.
You knew that I hated being tickled. My ribs, armpits, and feet were off limits and you dared not touch them. Then about a week ago we went out for a few drinks. We came home tipsy and started making out on the couch. You were feeling a bit wicked as you slid your hands down my sides, making me squirm. “Don’t do that.” I warned you. “Oh, you mean this?” you laughed straddling me and running your fingertips over my ribs. “Stop it.” I screamed. ” I hate it.” “Oh, no, sweetheart. You just think you hate it because it actually turns you on. I have a surprise for you.” You pulled out some restraints and deftly slipped them on my wrists, dragging me to the floor.
I screamed so loud as I felt you touch my armpits. You put a gag on to quiet me, making the sensation even more intense. Lying beside me, you stroked my ticklish armpit, making me struggle and squirm. Your cock was out, pressing into my thigh as you continued the slow torture. I could not believe the feelings in my pussy. It was like there was a clit in my armpit. You pulled off my panties and touched my wet pussy, smiling. A few more tickles and I was arching my cunt into the air. I came with a great squirt, my cum gusher leaving my thighs and the floor wet. That was the day I realize that I never pissed myself at all in the past. I was a cum shooting tickle slut. It was the beginning of a whole new sex life for us.
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