Tabitha's Tickle: The Expanded Edition

Chapter Two-1

Chapter Two

They put the young couple up in an old brick dormitory with ivy growing up the sides. The entire campus had the air of old money about it, careful elegance showing in the landscaping, the ancient trees, the architecture of the buildings.

“We’re a girl’s school, so we don’t have a special men’s dorm. We’ll call this a coed dorm for right now,” Kelly said. “and I guess we’ll trust you two to behave.” She smiled knowingly as the two teenagers looked at each other. Bobby’s c**k was still half hard; the beautiful girls in their springtime clothes walking through the campus had stimulated him further, and the effects of the m*******a hadn’t yet worn off.

“Tabitha —she’s the sorority president —will want to see you soon; she’s at the Tau Zeta house right now,” she told Sharon. “Unpack and get comfortable and one of us will be up to get you in about twenty minutes. Woody, you can join us for lunch in the cafeteria.”

As soon as Kelly left, Sharon and Bobby were in each other’s arms. Bobby was more than desperate after the series of teases combined with a week’s frustration at the cheerleading contest in Orlando; Sharon had gotten turned on from teasing Bobby on the train and from tickle-teaming him in the Cadillac. It was very sexy to watch him squirm with desire; she liked the feeling. Right now the feel of his iron-hard pole pressing against her mound under her thin dress sent a thrill of lust and power through her young body. She ground her hips against him as his tongue invaded her mouth. His hands slipped up over her midriff T-shirt, cupping her entire breasts in his firm grip. Her n*****s were already hard; her p***y wet. She moaned into his mouth with desire.

In between deep kisses, Bobby kissed her nape, her neck, her ears. “I’ve got to have you right now,” he panted with earnest desperation.

She nearly agreed with him, but caution prevailed. “I need you, too,” she moaned, “but we’ve only got a few minutes and I have to change. Tonight —tonight I promise!”

“No...now!” he panted. His hands pushed up her top, fumbled for the zipper clasp of her short skirt, slid up her bare leg.

Firmly she pushed at his chest. “We can’t. We really can’t. Not here. Not until tonight.”

He grabbed her hand and pushed it against his erection, straining through his shorts so hard it threatened the material. “Feel that! I’ve already got balls so blue they’re about to burst! Please...please...it doesn’t have to be elaborate. Just a little quickie. Here —let me lick you first and then you can suck me off. Believe me, it won’t take long.”

His desperate persuasiveness made her laugh. “Okay,” she smiled. “A quickie. And you do me first. Deal?”

“Deal!” he said enthusiastically, and within seconds Sharon found her skirt puddling around her ankles and her panties sliding down her legs. Kissing her madly, Bobby pushed her backwards on the double bed with her legs hanging over the side. Her tennis shoes and socks were still on; her midriff tee was pushed up over her bare breasts.

Bobby knelt on the floor and spread her legs gently. He loved to lick p***y. Gently, he kissed the inside of her thighs, working slowly up to her pouting labia, now glistening with the moisture of her arousal. He unzipped his shorts and pushed them down with one hand, pulled his underwear down to free his cramped and aching c**k.

With one long lick he traveled the length of her slit from bottom to top, then swirled his tongue in wet circles around her c**t. As her nether lips parted under his probing tongue, he went deep, probing into her vaginal opening, then upward to the bottom of her c**t and back again, building her arousal before capturing her in his mouth and flicking his tongue rapidly back and forth, drawing growing gasps of pleasure from the young girl. His hands slid up to stroke her breasts, rubbing the hard n*****s. She was hot and wet and getting closer by the second. Her hands tangled in his hair as she murmured “yes...yes” with increasing speed and passion. Unconsciously, Bobby began f*****g the air with his hips, his c**k developing beads of moisture. She was close...closer... “YES! YES!” came louder and faster as her orgasm arrived in waves, a long orgasm that caused her to urge him faster and harder, to lick and lick and then finally to push his head away gasping when the excruciating pleasure was too much.

She panted with the afterglow as Bobby’s heart pounded in his chest; he identified so strongly with her in the process that her orgasm was nearly his own...but not quite. His c**k tormented him so strongly he couldn’t keep his hips or his legs still. He wanted more than anything to stand up and slide his c**k right into her, f**k her until his come spurted, but she had something else in mind.

“L-let me catch my breath for a second, then I’ll give you a blow job you won’t forget,” she said, wiping a bead of sweat away from between her lovely round breasts. Slowly, she sat up. He was still kneeling beside her. “Take off that shirt,” she smiled. He threw it over his head and to his delight she reached down to stroke his ultra-sensitive n*****s. They had a direct line to his pulsing c**k. She teased them for a minute, sending delicious waves of pleasure through his needy body, then ordered, “On the bed, legs spread and smile.”

He hopped to obey. His tall body covered the length of the bed, and she knelt between his legs. Slowly, she captured his leaking shaft in her tiny hand. It was purple and the veins stood out in sharp relief, signs of his long arousal. He moaned at her touch. She smiled wickedly as she moistened her hand with her tongue, then used her wetness combined with his pre-come ooze to make his shaft glisten with desire. The few short strokes were enough to bring him gasping into pre-orgasmic territory. “That’s nice, Sharon,” he said as his eyes and voice glazed over with passion.

“Play with your n*****s,” she ordered. His eyes opened with surprise —that was a game they normally played when there was time, time to tease and then please.

“Baby, we don’t have much...”

“Shush,” she ordered. “Play with your n*****s or I’ll stop right now. After all,” she laughed wickedly, “I’ve already got mine.”

He reached his hands up to his own n*****s and rubbed them, bringing him close in a hurry, but the slow, slow movement of her hand on his c**k let him know she planned to tease him.

“Sharon, we don’t have time,” he complained.

“Then don’t waste it arguing,” she replied. “I could always just stop.”

“No...no...please keep going. I’ll behave.”

“You bet you will. Now, tell me which of the Valentine cheerleaders you like best.”

This was dangerous. Very dangerous. Was she seriously mad at him? Was this her revenge for Susan feeling him up in the Cadillac? His cheerleader fetish was a joke, but had it gone beyond that? His lust-dazed mind wasn’t processing very well, but he had sense to say, “You’re my favorite cheerleader...the sexiest in the world.” He meant it, too.

Her hand continued to torture his c**k with the slowest m**********n he’d ever experienced. She smiled. “That’s nice, but that’s not what I asked. How about Kelly? She’s lovely, and those legs are to die for.”

He was mute under her torment; he didn’t know what to say and he was desperate for the orgasm she might deny him.

“Tiffany? She’s really cute. How’d you like to feel those lips around your c**k right now?” His c**k lurched dangerously in her hand.

“Oh? You like Tiffany. How about Susan? Did you like when she squeezed your c**k. Did you like being tickled by her?” He flashed back to the scene in the car, and combined with everything else the stimulation set him off. His hips rose uncontrollably from the bed as he bucked them for the final stimulation he needed to trigger uncontrollable spurting.

“Ah, ah, ah!” she chided, releasing him. “So, it’s Susan,” she mused. She waited for him to calm down, then resumed her slow motion. “Would you like to be her mascot? Would you like her here right now, helping me relieve your blue balls?” His desperate moaning and the clear drizzle of viscous seminal fluid were all the confirmation she needed.

She laughed. “Good boy. Very honest. Now you’ll get what you deserve.” With that, she knelt forward, her lips parted and wet, her eyes fastened teasingly on his. Grasping his c**k at the very base, she licked slowly up the length of his shaft. “Ready?” she asked with teasing innocence as she drank in his look of desperate tension. He couldn’t take any more.

Finally she began to devour him with her mouth, sucking hotly and wetly, sending waves of unbelievable passion through his over-teased body, driving him crazy. He struggled not to come, to make it last for a while, but she overpowered him. Inexorably she drew him to the edge, then backed off a bit, then began again. He was in heaven, his body one large s*x organ, every nerve filled with indescribable pleasure. And then it was here —the final build, the wave of passion, an eruption to rival Vesuvius...

“Are you two decent?” A girlish voice interrupted the culminating moment. The room door flew open and there were the three cheerleaders, Kelly, Tiffany and Susan. In a moment of desperate shock, Sharon let go of his c**k and sat up. Bobby rolled over and off the bed on the side away from the door to conceal his erect nakedness.

“Oops!” Tiffany giggled, but made no move to close the door. “I guess you aren’t decent. Now we know how Woody got his nickname, don’t we?”

The girls laughed and Sharon, after a moment, joined in. All four looked at poor Bobby crouching behind the bed. Susan walked boldly into the room and around the bed to look at the crouching boy as he tried to cover his dripping erection with his hands. “Oh, the poor baby still has his woody,” she cooed with wicked glee. “What’s the matter —didn’t your girlfriend spank your hamster fast enough?”

The blush that originated in Bobby’s face burned its way visibly down his body and his c**k began to wilt, aching from its frustrating brush with deliverance. In the space of an hour his embarrassment circuits had become so overloaded his blush seemed a permanent part of him. Susan found his underpants and dangled them in front of his eyes. “Red briefs,” she observed mockingly. “Shows what a stud you are.” Her cutting comment sent another blush through him.

Trying to conceal himself he slipped on his briefs when she dropped them on the floor before him, then scrambled for his shorts, crawling on the floor to dress. When he finally managed to dress under Susan’s scrutiny, he found Sharon already dressed in a short plaid jumper over a white short-sleeve turtleneck and white sandals. She looked innocently desirable.

“Kelly is going to take me over to see Tabitha,” Sharon announced. “Tiffany and Susan are going to take care of you for the afternoon. Make sure you do whatever they tell you. I’ll see you tonight and then we can take care of your little problem” —she licked her lip with deliberate sexiness —”or should I say your big problem?”

Tiffany and Susan each took Bobby by one of his arms. “Don’t worry; we’ll take good care of him. It’ll be pretty hard, though,” Tiffany said with a meaningful look at his pants. “And if Woody doesn’t behave,” Susan added, “we’ll take care of it. We won’t let him be our mascot.” That drew laughter from all the girls at his expense, and he could feel another hot blush travel down his face as Sharon left him in the hands of the two Valentine cheerleaders.

“That was really a mean trick. I don’t know about this,” Sharon said, shaking her head as they left the room. “I mean, it’s okay that he gets initiated along with me, but he’s really strung out right now.”

Kelly smiled mysteriously. “If you think he’s strung out now, just wait until you get him back.”

Curiosity and arousal mixed with slight guilt. “Really? What are Susan and Tiffany going to do with him?”

“Just tease him to death. Susan likes to tickle and Tiffany likes to be watched.”

“I don’t know,” Sharon repeated as they walked down the single flight of steps to the dorm lobby and out into the springtime weather.

Kelly stopped. “Sharon, it’s okay. Tau Zeta has an initiation program that’s a little bit different. Part of the initiation is that you loan us a boy. Preferably a boyfriend, though some girls have tricked brothers or platonic buddies into the role. We get the fun of driving a poor guy wild with desire, and you get the benefit later —and we get to watch.”

Sharon shivered with renewed erotic feeling. “I know, and I also know he’ll probably really dig it. I just feel a little funny setting him up like that.”

“Not as funny as he’ll feel when Susan’s tickling fingers get him for real,” Kelly laughed. “Besides, you’ve got your own initiation to worry about now.” She led Sharon back to the pink Cadillac.

“So,” Kelly continued, “were you impressed by our timing?”

“God, yes,” Sharon exclaimed, “I was so embarrassed! What were you doing, peeping?”

“Yep,” Kelly confirmed as she pulled another joint from the glove compartment and lit it. “We’ve got you on videotape.”

“No way!”

“Way,” Kelly said firmly. “We want a horny boy, and you delivered. Congratulations. You must have been a great little prickteaser.”

Sharon took a deep toke, leaned back in her seat, and laughed. “Yeah, well...”

“Turn you on? Prickteasing, I mean. When you do it deliberately.”

“Oh god,” Sharon said. “I usually have to get myself off a couple of times. I’m pretty good. I can tell within a few strokes when a guy is ready to shoot. I love the begging; it turns me on a lot.”

“Yeah?” Kelly encouraged. “Ever tied a guy up to tease him?”

“Well...” Sharon murmured.

“Come on, ‘fess up,” Kelly urged.

“Well...I did tie Bobby up, but he did me first.”

“Did you like it?”

“Yeah, it was hot, especially because he’s such a great p***y licker.”

“We noticed,” Kelly laughed. “I like that in a guy.”

“But I really liked it the other way around. I kept him tied and hard for about two hours. I kept promising that this time I meant it, he could come, and then at the last minute I kept quitting. First he begged, then he got mad, then he figured out if he pissed me off he wouldn’t get it at all. By the time I finally made him come, I think I could have made him do anything I wanted.”

“We’ll have to try that with him,” Kelly said. “I’ll call the girls.”

“Yeah?” Sharon looked at Kelly with increased curiosity. What had she gotten herself and Bobby into? Right now it was all so sexy she felt herself getting aroused again; the m*******a helped. She wanted Bobby’s c**k inside her, wanted to feel him pulse. Part of her imagined the come spurting from his c**k, another visualized the desperate look he wore just at the end. There was a s****l spell on the Valentine College campus, and she was falling under it. She hoped Bobby would enjoy it —tied up and tickled by cheerleaders! Wouldn’t he just die if he knew she set him up?

“How long have you two been together?” Kelly asked.

“About six months now,” she replied. “He was always hanging out at cheerleading practice, and it took him about two months to work up the nerve to talk to me. It took him another month to ask me out, though his interest was obvious.”

“Woody?” Kelly asked.

“All the time,” Sharon laughed. “I thought it was cute. Once he asked me out, it took about two months before I finally decided to f**k him.”

“Didn’t he try earlier?”

“Yeah, and I let him feel me up a few times.”

“You prickteased him, didn’t you,” Kelly said accusingly.

“You know it,” Sharon laughed. “I drove him nuts and I even played with his nuts a few times. Sometimes when a guy figures out I’m just teasing he stops calling, but Bobby just kept on.”

“Some guys like to be prickteased,” Kelly said. “Bobby is our kind of boy. Don’t worry. You teased him, you tied him up, you just drove him nuts for a week, and he’s ready for more. He’ll love his initiation —at least most of it.”

Sharon took the last hit off the joint and stubbed it in the ashtray. She was flying in a fog of sensuality. Yes, it was okay about Bobby. The girls would pricktease him some more, but he’d like that. She wished she could watch. Maybe Kelly would have that videotaped, too —they probably would. She turned to ask her about it, but the pink Cadillac turned into a gravel drive leading to a large mansion. The Greek letters T Z R hung outside.

“Ready for your initiation?” Kelly asked with a sinister grin.

Sharon’s n*****s were hard with anticipation and arousal. Suddenly her stomach had a feeling like going over the top on a rollercoaster. The m*******a had blurred her sense of control; she felt overtaken by events and it was sexy and scary.

With a nervous laugh, she replied, “I’m ready for anything!”

“Sure you are,” smiled Kelly as she escorted the newest sorority recruit into the Tau Zeta house.