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When I was a student I used to visit my bf Steve in the dorms where he lived with his roommate Joshua. Steve always told me how he loves every part of my tender body, my tight waists, full breasts and deep armpits - the perfect figure, in his words. But most of all, he loved to touch my sensitive skin. My jumpy body was tuned to his slightest touch.

He used to slide his fingers, crawling lightly over my skin, controlling me like a I was a puppet on threads. It was sort of exciting, intimate and frightening all at once.

One day when I came to visit him, we were sitting on his bed, while Joshua was busy writing some assignment for class.

Steve asked me to turn around, so he can get a glimpse of my new open back red mini dress with thin laces holding everything in place. He looked at my eyes, my smile, and down my tight waists and my smooth tanned legs. He told me how he admires my body, and asked me to lie down on his bed so he can have a closer look at my sculptured back and massage me.

As I lied down, I looked forward at the mirror, and noticed he was staring at my exposed back. He started walking his fingers lightly over my back giving me the goosebumps. The tingling sensation made me twitch and writhe, as my body was trying to avoid his electrifying touch. Steve settled himself on my butt and constrained me from both sides with his strong legs.

Now he caressed my sides with his hands, sliding them ever so lightly under my fabric "just by mistake". My sensitive waists are so ticklishJ I was trying to hold my breath and keep the laughter inside. I didn't want Joshua to notice what was going on.

Steve tickled my sides with his electrical touch as he whispered to my ear: We don't want to distract Joshua's from his homework now, kilis escort do we? Now that became quite a challenge, let me tell you. Steve knows exactly where my weak spots are and the technique for making me squirm helplessly.

Steve stretched my right arm right above my head, anchoring it with his strong left hand, and started to lightly pinch my right waist with his fingers as he whispered to my ear: Beware of the spider dear, he is crawling all over your bare skin..., Well, darl, are we ticklish today?

I laughed my heads off. With my lips sealed, the air came out my lungs, producing strange snores while trying to hold the air from bursting out. I just couldn't help myself from laughing.

I was begging him: Pleaaaaase, stop tickling meeeeee, Ohhh Steve, it's a torture, I'll do aaaaanything for you, but please stop...

But Steve pretended to not hear me; he just kept squeezing my right side while slipping his hand deeper and deeper under my dress, moving up my ribcage... ok, let's count how many ribs my babe's got, while poking me with his pricky fingers...

The tingling sensation became too strong to handle. It reminded me of how my father, Adi, used to tickle my mom while hugging her. He did what he called the switch tickle: His right hand tickled her left side and the left tickled the right. She was frightened by his strong grip and skillful fingers. Her body was so sensitive and ticklish, tears flowing from her eyes. He played this game of making her confess how much she loved him. She was laughing like crazy, and was begging for him to stop, still trying to keep her dignity she cried out: OK...OK... but please stop it now. Stop what, dear? That damn thing you're doing, you asshole! She hated to say the word 'tickling' as this kıbrıs escort would encourage him to go on. She made desperate attempts to get out of his hold as his fingers making their way towards her armpits...

Steve was now crawling up my sides reaching my side boob. All this time he was talking to me like I was a little child: well, sweet baby is ticklish all over, ain't she?

While I was struggling, throwing my head from side to side, my right thin lace came off my shoulder. This probably made Steve happy as I saw him gazing down my deep cleavage, studying my tanned right tit with his diagonal stare.

By now, he was lying all over my back with his weight pressing me, his fingers dancing over my side boob, his eyes enjoying the view. I could do nothing about it, accept cry out with laughing: Ohhh no..o...o..., Stevy, please stop tickling me there, or I'm gonna pee all over your bed.

Steve was amused: "You're so fun when you're losing it. KITCHY KITCHY KOO!"

Joshua was now distracted, he turned his chair and shouted: shut up, you two morons!

But Steve was already carried away, I felt his heavy breathing, he pulled a blanket over us, and moved his hand in small circular motion, barely touching my right armpit. My armpits is what I consider my most sensitive ticklish spot, and his playful act just made me hysteric, laughing so hard till my laugh got silent, my stomach jumping up and down.

Suddenly I felt something strange: Something hard was pressing my butt and it started to move, rubbing my ass up and down over my thin dress. Tickling me was certainly getting Stevey aroused, and his hardon got me excited as well. I felt his penis rubbing my between my butts, while his fingers were digging their way towards kırıkkale escort my deep smooth armpits.

Gradually Steve pulled up my mini dress and slided my tiny underpants to the side. I wanted him inside me but didn't want Joshua to notice. I felt his dick slowly enter my now wet pussy, sliding in. It was bigger and more erect than ever before. I was getting horny as hell.

Steve lowered his chin to my side and started to make small circular motions on my ribcage. That was just like my brother Jill used to do, when he wanted me to surrender. He used to "chin massage his little sis" as he called it. He knew I can't stand it, and got enjoyment as I twitched around while trying to get away.

By now, I was roaring with laughter, begging Steve: Pleeaase, help, Ahaaaa, Ahaaa, Eeehhh...Eeeeeeeehhhhh

Steve continued the chin massage over my ribs, and started groping my soft full tit under the blanket, pinching my sensitive nipple as I scream at him: Ohhh, you beast, stop thaaaat!! Oh god, I'm gonna die...

Jushua now raised his voice: stop your silly game, assholes, keep quiet and let me do my work. He thought we were just playing around. Steve, swept with ecstasy, ignored Jushua. I could feel he was breathing heavily, and was getting close to explode inside of me, but now he did the craziest thing: he moved his hand under my dress and slid his fingers over my slippery groin. I was never tickled there before. As it turned out, that was the worst! JL. I didn't know how ticklish that could be:

My butt was dancing up and down in hysteria, thus massaging Steve's dick with my pelvic muscles, my tight vagina wrapping it all around, and then it happened:

Steve was trembling with a wild and shattering orgasm while I was screaming and giggling: Oohhhhh, Steeevy, Oooohhhh, Steevy, stoooopp, helpppp!

Steve was now all over me, collapsed from his ever strong orgasm, his cum was filling my inside as his body weight was pressing me from above.

End of part 1

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