Mrs. K and the Tree House Tickle (mmm/F)

Postby trey_barrett » Sat Dec 31, 2011 9:21 am

[This is a fictional story featuring some of the same characters in another story I posted here -- "My Tie-up and Tickle Adventure with Mr. K." -- although it's told by another character. It's basically a tickle story, but it definitely includes some tie-up features. I hope you enjoy it!]



Mrs. K and the Tree House Tickle

When I was growing up, my best friends Nicky Kenton, Chuck Stills, and I loved to tickle, and it's unbelievable all the stuff we got away with! One time we pinned down and tickled Nicky's pretty mom, Mrs. Kenton, or "Mrs. K" as Chuck and I called her, on a rainy afternoon when we were watching TV. There was another episode, a couple weeks later, when we tied up Mrs. K in Nicky's tree house and tickled her crazy. She laughed herself to exhaustion, but she didn't seem annoyed or upset about it afterward. In fact, I think she secretly enjoyed it almost as much as we did!

It happened one summer, and we would have been 13 or 14 at the time. I went over to Nicky's house to mess around. Chuck had to go shopping with his mom and little sister that day, so Nicky and I were going to see what we could come up with. We couldn't decide what to do, so Mrs. K said she'd decide for us -- we would help her weed her flower garden. We whined and moaned, but she said if we'd do something for her, she'd do something for us later.

We all went outside to the backyard. The sky was a bit overcast and although it was a June day, the temperature was mild and pleasant. Nicky and I each took a flowerbed on either side of her and got to work. Actually, I didn't mind all that much. I liked being around Mrs. K. For one thing, she always smelled good, even when she was working in her flower garden. But besides that, I just liked talking and joking with her, and with her playful sense of humor, she laughed easily and often.

I watched her out of the corner of my eye as she scooted around on all-fours, busily ridding her beloved flower garden of weeds. She was a pretty lady, shapely and petite, hardly as tall as us boys. That day she had a red cotton scarf tied over her blonde hair. Faded denim jumper shorts, underneath which she wore a red string bikini (you could see part of the top piece), and old canvas shoes completed her gardening outfit. As she reached here and there pulling weeds, I followed the movement of her toned arms. I especially liked her smooth underarms. They were hairless and sleek, and as I already knew, exceptionally ticklish! Ever since I'd discovered my interest in tickling, Mrs. K had become one of my favorite "ticklees!" A couple weeks before, Nicky, Chuck, and I had pinned down Mrs. K on the living room floor and I had the pleasure of tickling her bare underarms and rib cage, all the while hearing her wonderful laughter and giggles. As I weeded, lost in the daydream, she suddenly turned around and caught me gawking. I blushed and immediately stepped up the pace of my weeding. She just smiled a knowing little smile and said nothing.

Nicky and I yakked back and forth with his mom between us. Now and then she'd interject something, a joke or a question about our big plans for summer vacation or teasing us about our "girlfriends" at school. With the three of us working together, we had all the flowerbeds weeded and cleaned up within an hour.

"Nice job, boys! You're good gardeners!" Mrs. K said, getting to her feet and dusting off her knees. "Okay, you did something for me, now I'll do something for you. What do you want to do? Go to the movies?"

"Yeah! Let's go!" I piped up.

"Fine with me," Mrs. K said.

"Wait a minute, Mom. Me and Dougie have to talk about this." Nicky pulled me aside, out of earshot of his mother. Mrs. K shucked off her gardening gloves and busied herself putting away tools in the garden shed as we figured out what our reward would be.

"Dougie, you dope! I got a better idea!"

"Okay, what do you want to do?"

"Wanna tickle my mom?" Nicky whispered with a mischievous grin on her face.

"Yeah! Heck, yeah!" The memory of that rainy afternoon was still fresh in my mind.

Nicky just kept grinning as he glanced back at his mom. She was still in the garden shed, but we had to work fast.

"The only thing is, Chuck's not here. He'll miss out."

"Yeah," Nicky frowned at that flaw in the plan. "Oh, well, we can't do anything about that."

"We'll tell him all about it later," I snickered.

"Yeah! Listen, I'll tell Mom we want to play "Spy" and she's our prisoner and we have to take her to the tree house to interrogate her. Then when we get her there, we tie her up and tickle her crazy!"

"Will she let us tie her up?"

"She probably will if it's part of the game. Come on, let's try it!"

We were just congratulating ourselves on our devious little plan when Mrs. K came back from the garden shed.

"Okay, have you decided yet? The movies, right?"

"Uh, not exactly, Mom."

"Nope. Something else, Mrs. K."

"Okay, then what do you want to do?"

"We want to play "Spy" and you"re our prisoner."

""Spy"? You guys have been watching too many James Bond movies!"

"Come on, Mom! You'll be our prisoner and we have to take you to the tree house and interrogate you!"

"You"d rather play 'Spy' than go to the movies?"

"Yeah!" Nicky and I both chimed in.

"All right, if that's what you want!" She shrugged her pretty shoulders in bemusement. Little did she know! "So what am I supposed to do?"

"You're going to be a captured spy and we're taking you in for interrogation. You have the secret codes and we want 'em!"

Mrs. K cocked her head and put her hands on her hips. "Okay, I'll play along!"

Nicky stepped to her side and grabbed one of her arms at wrist and biceps. I followed his example. "Let's go, prisoner! You're gonna be interrogated!" Nicky said in a rough voice.

"Yeah, don't give us any trouble," I added as we started leading her into a dense wooded area at the back of the Kenton property. Mrs. K. grinned then began writhing as if to free herself from our grips.

"No! I'll never talk!"

"We have ways of making you talk!"

"Better come along peacefully!" I warned her.

"No! Must escape! Must return to base" she hissed each word dramatically, trying to wriggle out of our clutches.

As she struggled, I let my hand on her biceps slip upward until I hooked it up under her arm. Mrs. K didn't even seem to notice, but I liked feeling her smooth armpit in the palm of my hand as we made our way to the tree house.

A minute or so later, we arrived at our woodland hideaway. Mr. Kenton, Nicky's father, had built it for us the previous summer. He'd had a tree house when he was a kid, and was always telling Nicky how much fun it was. This one was really something. Mr. Kenton has spent four solid weekends working on it. Nicky, Chuck, and I had "helped" in a generally useless way. Tucked in the bower of a gigantic old oak tree, it was roughly circular, about 12 feet in diameter, and enclosed on all sides with four-foot high plywood walls. It was huge! There was a trapdoor in the floor accessible by a rope ladder. Once inside, you could look down from about 15 feet up. There was enough room for stools, a small table, and our supply box. Nicky went up first. Mrs. K started up a couple rungs and then stopped.

"The door's stuck!"

"Again?!"

As Nicky tried to get the door open, I took advantage of a little tickling opportunity. Mrs. K's right hand gripped the rung above her head as she waited on Nicky. I reached up and tickled under her arm. She giggled and jerked her elbow to her side. "Hey, no tickling the prisoner!" She smiled down at me over her shoulder.

I just grinned back. Little did she know!

Nicky finally got the door opened and we all climbed inside. Mrs. K glanced around the tree house. It had been quite a while since she was last up there. She folded her arms and gave us a haughty, defiant look.

"I don't care what you do to me, I'll never talk!"

"Oh, yes, you will! We want the codes!" Nicky demanded.

"Never! My lips are sealed!" Mrs. K pursed her lips, stuck out her chin. She was really playing along with this! I could see the twinkly smile in her eyes.

"We'll see about that!" I stood behind her and gripped her shoulders.

Nicky fished out some lengths of soft nylon cord from the supply box that we kept for tying up "prisoners" and started looping one of them around his mother's slender ankles.

"Wh-what are you doing?"

"We're going to tie you up!" Nicky said.

"Tie me up!" The words came out in a nervous squeak.

"That's what we do to all our prisoners!" Nicky, Chuck, and I were in scouts and we had recently learned several good knots.

"Now wait a minute, boys, I don't know about this!"

"You're our prisoner and you have to be tied up! It's the required procedure for interrogation!" I barked.

"All right, do your worst!" said Mrs. K, suddenly defiant again. "I'll never talk! Never!"

Nicky finished tying off her ankles, then I grabbed her arms and held out her wrists.

"W-Why do you have to tie me up?"

"You'll see!" Nicky tied the cord around his mother's wrists and threw the other end over one of the crossbeams in the tree house roof. All the while Mrs. K looked a little jittery about the situation. Then Nicky pulled on the cord until Mrs. K's arms were drawn up so high she was practically standing on tiptoe. He tied off the end to the railing. Our captured spy was stretched up full length -- her ankles bound, her sleekly muscled arms pulled high overhead, and her smooth armpits exposed and vulnerable. Nicky knew what he was doing. I couldn't wait to get started!

"There! The prisoner is now ready for interrogation!" Nicky said, dusting his hands in satisfaction.

"You're wasting your time! I'll never d-divulge the secret codes!" Mrs. K's words were still defiant, but I now detected a slightly nervous note in her voice.

"We'll see! If you won't tell us the secret codes, we'll just have to 'persuade' you!"

Nicky paced around her, then stopped behind her and leaned in to her ear. "Our agents tell us you're very ticklish! Is that true?" He followed up his question by flicking a finger in her left underarm.

"N-No! Not truuhuue!" Mrs. K lurched away from his finger. Nicky started pacing again, then stood in front of her. A mischievous grin came over his face as he reached out to either side and slowly stroked his index fingers up and down his mother's bare underarms. Mrs. K twitched and caught her breath and tried to hold in her giggles. Then all of Nicky's fingers began spidering in those smooth armpits. Girlish laughter erupted as Mrs. K wriggled and twisted. Nicky was working on his merit badge in knot-tying. He was good. She wasn't going anywhere! Nicky tickled under her arms for a few moments, then let her rest.

"Aha! Our agents are correct! The spy has extremely ticklish armpits! Make a note of that!" Nicky said, turning to me. As if he didn't know! But I grabbed a pencil and a little spiral notebook we kept and duly noted the discovery.

"I will continue to investigate!" He broke off a springy twig hanging nearby, stripped the leaves, and stroked the tip of the twig around her neck.

"Eeek! Heeheeheeheehee!" Mrs. K giggled again, tucking in her chin.

Nicky paced around and around as Mrs. K followed him closely with her eyes. He finally stopped and knelt down. His mom watched the twig reach out and stroke the back of her knees.

"Eeeee-heeheeheeheeheeheehee!" Mrs. K giggled and jiggled her legs, trying to throw off the twig, but like a persistent bug, it kept alighting at the back of her knees. Nicky dragged the tip of the twig up and down her thighs, front and back. The jumper Mrs. K wore was very short, so there was lots of bare leg to tickle.

"Nickeeeee!!! Heeheeheeheeheeheehee!!! Ooooh, nooooo!!!"

Nicky kept his mother squirming for a while then stopped to give her a chance to spill the beans. "Ticklish legs!" I made a note. "Well, are you ready to talk?"

"The c-codes are s-safe in my head! You'll n-never get them!"

"All right, if you're not going to cooperate --" Nicky stuck the twig in his back pocket and started scurrying all his fingers at the back of her knees. If the twig had been one bug, Nicky's fingers must have felt like a hundred. They scampered up and down the front and back of her thighs, then locked onto her knees and started squeezing. Mrs. K's giggles went up an octave.

"Ahhh--hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!"

"Are you gonna talk now?"

"I c-can't -- heeheeheehee -- tell yoooou! The codes are t-top s-sec --hahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!"

"Let me try!" I said, eager for a chance to tickle her.

"Okay, maybe you can make her talk!" Nicky kept up the knee and thigh tickling a few seconds more, then turned over the interrogation to me. A pink flush had come to Mrs. K's cheeks.

"We know you have the codes memorized. If you give them to us, we might let you go!"

"I won't! I'm sworn t-to secrecy!"

"All right. You leave me no choice!" I stood behind her, touched my index fingers to her waist and lightly stroked up her sides and into her underarms, then back down again.

"Eeeeeek!" She wriggled like someone had dropped an ice cube down her back. "Heeheeheehee! Ohmygosh! Dougie! Don't d-do that!"

My fingers settled on Mrs. K''s lower rib cage. "Are you gonna tell us the codes?"

"Not my ribs -- pleeease!"

I probed up and down her ribs. It was like flipping a switch.

"AHHH-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" She writhed and bounced helplessly. "N-NOT THEEERRRREHAHAHAHAHA!!!"

"Okay, then tell us the codes!"

"OHMYGOSHDOUGEEEEE!!! EEEEEEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! OOOOOOOHAHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"

"Make a note!" I yelled over her laughter. "Ticklish ribs!" Nicky made another entry in the notebook. Then I stepped in front of her and started tickling her underarms. My fingers did a wild spider dance and Mrs. K threw her head back in uncontrollable laughter.

"DOUGEEEEEE!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAAHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"

Mrs. K's underarms were so silky smooth and ticklish! I couldn't stop! She wriggled frantically while her lovely laughter poured out. When I finally let up, she hung limply, heaving for air.

"We're still waiting for the codes!"

"Re-request moment to con-consider!" Mrs. K gasped out. Nicky and I grinned at each other. She couldn't hold out much longer against techniques like that! We were just about to resume our interrogation when we heard a rustling sound below the tree house.

"Hey, what's going on?" We turned toward the voice to see the trapdoor open and Chuck stick his head up. A big grin spread on his face as he surveyed the situation. "Oh, yeah! I see what's going on!"

"Chuckie!" Mrs. K squeaked as Chuck clambered inside and closed the trapdoor.

"Hey, Chuck! All right! We were just interrogating this prisoner!" Nicky snickered. "Wanna help?"

"Course, I wanna help!"

"I thought you had to go shopping with your mom." I said.

"I did. The store was out of the thing she wanted. She got ticked off, so we came back home. I came over here to see what you guys were doing. When I went around to the backyard, I thought I heard Mrs. K laughing way back here in the woods."

"She's a spy and she won't tell us the secret codes," I explained.

"Oh, you refuse to cooperate, huh?" Chuck playfully taunted Mrs. K as he began pacing circles around her stretched body.

"Don't you dare tickle me, Chuckie! Don't you dare!" Mrs. K giggled and twisted around, trying to keep an eye on him as he circled her. As usual, Chuck ignored her admonitions.

"Don't want to give up the secret codes, huh?" A lobsterclaw shot out and goosed her ribs.

"Aaaaahhhhahahahaha!" Mrs. K bounced.

"Want to be difficult, huh?" Fingers scribbled in her underarm.

"Eeeeeeeeheeheeheeheehee!!! Nottherenotthere!!! Hahahahahahaha!!!"

"This calls for drastic measures!" Chuck said as he stationed himself in front of Mrs. K. "This prisoner has a big weakness, doesn't she?" He grinned and raised an eyebrow at Nicky and me.

"Oh, yeah, BIG weakness!" Nicky volunteered.

Chuck grinned mischievously then touched his fingertips to Mrs. K's forearms and feathered them downward over her elbows and triceps, through her underarms, down her ribs, and ending at the sides of her waist, then started back up, repeating the maneuver several times.

"Oooooh, Chuckie, stopstop!!! Heeheeheeheeheeheeheeheehee!!!" Mrs. K squealed, quivering with giggles.

"I tried that. Very effective!" I said.

"Are you gonna tell us the secret codes?" Chuck asked, poking Mrs. K in the ribs on one side.

"Nooooo--ooooohhh--ohohohahahahaha!!!" She arched her body in the opposite direction. He poked her ribs on the other side, and again she arched her body.

"Heh, heh! Oh, yeah, this prisoner is super ticklish!" Chuck snickered. Mrs. K giggled and lurched back and forth as Chuck played the rib-poking game with her. "Coochie-coochie-coo! Ticklish ribs, huh, prisoner? Hmmm?" Chuck drilled a finger in one side, then the other.

"Ahahahahahaha! Chuckeeeee!!!"

"C'mon, tell us the codes!"

"Heeheeheehee--nooooooo! N-n-never!!! Heeheeheeheehee!!!"

"Okay, you asked for it!" Chuck splayed his fingers on either side of Mrs. K's rib cage. No teasing strokes and pokes this time. He began firmly kneading her ribs. In seconds, Mrs. K was way beyond squeaky giggles. She laughed with abandon, springing around like a jack-in-the-box.

"EEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"

Chuck grinned widely, amazed at Mrs. K's incredible ticklishness. He kneaded and squeezed her rib cage, making feminine laughter ring out among the tree branches, with a few words of frantic protest barely escaping.

"CHUCKEEEEE!!! PLEEEEEEEASSSSE!!! NOOOOOOO!!! AAAAAHHH- HAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"

Chuck tickled a torrent of hysteria out of Mrs. K for about fifteen seconds, then let her rest. She hung like a rag doll.

"Ohmygoshohmygosh, Ch-Chuckie, you l-little monster!!!"

"See, she nearly cracked that time!" Chuck took hold of Mrs. K's chin and lifted her head. "Okay, beautiful lady spy, you gonna tell us the secret codes now?"

Mrs. K breathed rapidly, getting back her air and strength. She lifted her chin from Chuck hand, her green eyes sparkling. "You'll n-never get the se-secret codes!" She smiled an enigmatic smile.

"Gonna be stubborn, huh? Okay!" Chuck dropped beside her and held her around the knees with one arm. The legs of her jumper reached only to her upper thighs. Although Mrs. K was a short lady, she had pretty legs, smooth and toned, and I think she liked to show them off.

"Let's see if this helps her talk!" Chuck reached out and grabbed a handful of ticklish inner thigh and began squeezing. A loud gasp of astonishment rushed from Mrs. K's lips.

"Chuckie, don't you daaaaarrre--HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA--HEEHEEHEEHEE--HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"

Chuck milked a bucketful of incredible laughter as he gave a deep muscle massage to Mrs. K's thighs. Her hips and legs wriggled for all she was worth, but he held on.

"CHUCKEEEEEEE!!! AHHHHAHAHAHAHA--EEEEEEE--HEEHEEHEE HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"

He finally stopped when he thought she'd had enough. Mrs. K sucked in air like a swimmer who had just finished 100 laps. "I think she may talk now!" Chuck proclaimed, standing up and folding his arms. We waited until Mrs. K had got back her breath. She smiled that mysterious little smile again and thrust out her chin.

"I'll n-never tell you th-the codes!"

Chuck just grinned and cracked his knuckles. "Okay, men, looks like we have to go to Phase 2 Interrogation."

"What's that?" Nicky and I both asked.

"Yeah, wh-what's that?" Mrs. K wanted to know too.

"Phase 2 interrogation is this!" Chuck began unbuttoning the shoulder straps of Mrs. K's jumper.

"Chuckie! What do you think you're doing?"

"I think I'm doing this!" He slipped the loosened straps off her shoulders.

"I'm warning you, Chuckie! Don't you dare!"

Chuckie peeled down the bib front of the jumper, revealing her bikini top. He tugged the jumper past her hips until it slipped down her legs, exposing the bikini bottom, and lay in a heap around her ankles.

"Chuckie Stills!" Mrs. K gasped. "You just wait, young man!"

Mrs. K's shapely little figure, adorned in a red string bikini, was now exposed to our adolescent eyes and fingers! She breathed nervously. Her arms were pulled up high overhead, stretching and arching her toned body so that her rib cage showed in sharp relief -- you could count the ribs protruding with each breath.

"Wow! Lookit her ribs!" Nicky eagerly reached out his index fingers to his mom's rib cage and probed up and down the ridges. "Coochie coochie, Mom!"

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! NICKEEEEEE!!!"

"And that's a very ticklish looking belly!" Chuck observed.

"Yep, she's ticklish all over!"

"Are you gonna give us the codes?" Chuck began circling Mrs. K, every now and then dashing out his hand for quick spider-tickles on her tummy.

"Eeeeek! Heeheehee! I c-can't!"

"Heh, heh! The beautiful lady spy has a ticklish belly, doesn't she?"

"Yehhhesss! Now stahhhpiiit! Heeheeheeheeheehee!!!" Mrs. K's squirming and twisting and Chuck's quick tickles kept her off balance.

"Try this on her," Nicky said, handing Chuck the twig. He grinned and touched the tip to her midriff. There was a sharp intake of breath. Chuck drew figure 8's on that smooth expanse of tummy.

"Coochie-coochie! Coochie-coochie! The beautiful lady spy is really ticklish here, isn't she?"

"Heeheeheeheeheehee--ahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!! Nooooo!!!"

The twig looped and scribbled on Mrs. K's belly as she giggled uncontrollably. Chuck might have been copying out the Encyclopaedia Britannica for all the "writing" he did on that ticklish tummy.

"Look at this ticklish belly! Tickle, tickle!!!" Of the three of us, Chuck especially liked to tease Mrs. K about her ticklishness. He probed the twig in her bellybutton.

"OH NO, NO, NO!!! NOT THERE!!! AHHH--HAHAHAHA--HEEHEEHEE HEEHEEHEE!!!"

At last he withdrew the twig and offered her a chance to cooperate.

"Ohmygoshohmygosh!!!" Mrs. K gasped.

"Are you ready to talk?"

Mrs. K made little giggly whimpering sounds, but didn't answer. She looked at each of us in turn, her nostrils flaring and tummy fluttering with her excited breathing.

"All right, men, it's time for my secret weapon! This never fails!" Chuck knelt in front of her and grabbed her waist. He looked up at Mrs. K and gave her one of his trademark Groucho Marx eyebrow raises, then pressed his lips to her belly and began a series of explosive raspberries.

"OOOOOOOHHH--AHH--HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! CHUCKEEEEE!!! STAAAAAHHHP!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"

Mrs. K's shrieking laughter and the loud buzzing raspberries were a cacophony of hysteria. Then in a quick tactical change, he stood up and began a tickle assault under her arms that went on nonstop for over a minute. His fingers flew over her armpits, up to her triceps, along the edges of her shoulderblades, on the upper ribs, all around and back again.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA--CHUCKEEEEE--OOOH--AHHHH--HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!"

Mrs. K writhed in a frenzy, but it was useless. Chuck's fingertips scribbled in her super-ticklish underarms. Her head was thrown back now, and wild laughter dissolved into soundless mirth. Chuck had pushed her over the edge of ticklish convulsion. He knew he couldn't keep it up and finally stopped. Mrs. K slumped in exhaustion, her little rib cage heaving for air.

"Chuck, you idiot! Now you did it!" Nicky said, a tone of genuine concern in his voice. He untied the cord holding up her arms and his mom melted to the floor of the tree house. "You okay, Mom? Are you okay?" Nicky cradled her limp body in his arms and brushed away stray locks of blonde hair.

"Sorry, Mrs. K! I got carried away!"

"Chuck! You dumb-butt!" I said, giving him a punch in the arm.

"Say something, Mom!"

Finally Mrs. K looked up at all of us and smiled weakly. "Silly boys! I'll tell you the secret codes! All you have to do is ask!"

THE END!
Last edited by trey_barrett on Tue Oct 08, 2013 7:11 pm, edited 41 times in total.

Re: Mrs. K and the Tree House Tickle (mmm/F)

Postby Chase Ricks » Sat Dec 31, 2011 9:23 am

This was one of my favorite stories even before I joined here!
From whence I came and whence I went heaven said I was too evil and sent me to hell. Demons and devils succeeded in breaking my soul.

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Re: Mrs. K and the Tree House Tickle (mmm/F)

Postby milagros317 » Sat Dec 31, 2011 12:56 pm

Fine story. Thanks for posting it here. :D
I love bondage, tickling, and women's bare feet. :D
http://www.mtjpub.com/ezines/TrappedandTickled.html

Re: Mrs. K and the Tree House Tickle (mmm/F)

Postby luckydog3 » Sun Jan 01, 2012 3:06 pm

Will you be writing more stories about adventures with Cammie?

Re: Mrs. K and the Tree House Tickle (mmm/F)

Postby trey_barrett » Sun Jan 01, 2012 6:13 pm

luckydog3 wrote:Will you be writing more stories about adventures with Cammie?


Maybe I should! Several readers have asked for more on the cute and very ticklish little sister Cammie, who appeared in "My Tie-up and Tickle Adventure with Mrs. K"! I'd be interested in any suggestions from readers, either here or by PM.

Re: Mrs. K and the Tree House Tickle (mmm/F)

Postby Chase Ricks » Mon Jan 02, 2012 12:11 am

Yes that would be most appreciated bigtime.
From whence I came and whence I went heaven said I was too evil and sent me to hell. Demons and devils succeeded in breaking my soul.

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Re: Mrs. K and the Tree House Tickle (mmm/F)

Postby sarumansauron » Mon Jan 02, 2012 5:36 pm

Great story!!! Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!