Gang Tickling Michelle
Published on Sunday, September 17, 2006
This story was started by Michelle (via her husband Ed), and finished by Bill.

To read Michelle's 1st story, click Michelle's Feet.

Here are some sample photos of Michelle's perfect little feet:

I come home early one day very tired. The phone rings as I come in, so I don't even have time to take off my shoes as I run upstairs. I miss the call, and plop down on the couch, I curl up, and fall asleep without even taking my shoes off. They are red walking shoes, kind of look like a bowling shoe size 6, and I wear them with thin cotton socks, pink and red in color.

Some noise wakes me up. My husband Ed is standing behind me, and three other men are in my living room whom I have never met, though one is introduced to me as Bill. His name seems familiar. Ed tells me they are friends of his whom he hasn't seen in a while. As I try to get up, Ed gently grabs my wrists and says, "No, you just keep lying down. We won't be a bother."

After a couple of beers and a little BS, this man named Bill comments on my bowling shoes. I hold up my foot, and tell him they are quite in style these days. To my surprise he comes over, and sits at the end of the couch. Ed is still holding my wrists, stroking my hands lightly.

Bill asks for a closer look at my shoe, and places his hands on my leather-covered foot. He pulls my foot towards his lap. He cups my little heel with his hands, and tugs the shoe off my heel. The other guys suddenly get up, and come over towards my shoe, which has now slid right off my foot, and into Bill's lap.

Ed tightens his grip on my wrists as the other two men anxiously reach for the other shoe. Bill places the shoe up to his nose, and smells it while I wiggle my other foot around as the two men grab at my foot and ankle. The red haired guy gets both hands on my other shoe, and begins pulling it off as I struggle, and tell Ed to help. The black man grabs my other pink/red socked foot and pulls me towards him.

Ed says, "It's all in fun, and we want to tickle-torture you just like in our fantasy."

"No, NOOOOO! Ed! Really! No! You can't! You guys wouldn't!"

Bill has one of my feet, and the other two guys have my other foot. They suddenly hoist me up into the air with the help of Ed, and flip me over onto the floor. Ed presses my hands and arms down firmly as Bill begins to slide my cotton sock over my heel. The black guy lays flat on his stomach, and kisses my socked foot. The red haired guy sits on my legs, and I can feel his hands stroking my bare heel as Bill slides my sock off.

The black man gyrates on the floor, rubbing his huge boner while he kisses my socked feet. Then he begins ticking the arch of that same foot.

Bill has my other foot, and pulls my sock off down to my toes. I can feel his tongue licking across the pads of my toes, which causes me to start squirming and screaming.

Here the story ends, and Michelle asks, "Can you finish this story for me?"
 

As I lick the pads of Michelle's toes, even in the process of the gang tickling that we are about to give Michelle, my mind quickly drifts off to how this whole thing began.

It all started with an e-mail that Michelle had written to me (true story), which ended up as a story called Michelle's Feet. Subsequent to that story, Michelle chatted with me in e-mail a few times, and submitted photos of her feet, which I published here on our Great Feet site for everyone to enjoy (also true). I subsequently chatted with her husband Ed (also true), but his actual contact information has to remain private since I haven't received permission to go public with it.

Now, on to the fantasy in my mind's eye of finishing Michelle's story ...

As I continued licking the pads of Michelle's toes, I noticed that Ed had somehow managed to tie her wrists together above her head, and that he had secured her bound wrists to a nearby chair. Even though I knew from chatting with both of them previously in e-mail that our gang tickling scenario was something that Michelle agreed would be fun to experience, i.e., it would be a consensual scenario, I was nonetheless turned on by Michelle's resistance. She knew that resisting us would turn me on a lot, a naughty game that she knew I enjoyed playing, and I knew that it would turn her on to resist us.

I hadn't really talked to Michelle about using a safe word in case things went too far for her comfort, so I made a conscious effort to remain aware of her body language. I also watched for signs from Ed to let me know if we were going too far. And as I previously told Michelle, in a worst case scenario where she wanted things to stop, she could always just yell out in a tone that I would surely understand that she wanted things to stop. Of course in her own cute way, Michelle had teased me by saying, "Just because I yell for you guys to stop doesn't mean that I want you to stop."

I actually understood this pretty well. For those of you who have been married for a while, or who have been, or are in long term relationships, you know very well when a woman means business. The tone of her words more than anything else will make it very clear what is going on.

In any event, when I looked at Ed's face, I could see that he was clearly turned by how we were ganging up on his wife to have our way with her. The other guys, Ron, Frank, and Scott (not their real names) were so into what they are doing that it was pretty clear that they didn't even realize what Ed and I were doing, or if they did notice, they could care less. I could see it in their eyes, and the bulges in their jeans proved the obvious; that they were about as turned on as I've seen any man get. You've seen pictures of Michelle's perfect little feet. How could a guy not be turned on with feet like hers at your mercy!?

Every once in a while I looked into Michelle's eyes, and she looked back into mine. A flicker of naughtiness lit up her eyes. Then her eyes widened. I knew from that look that she must have suddenly seen my wife come into view. I could just hear Michelle thinking to herself, "Oh no! There are five of them now. What am I going to do?!"

I turned around, and sure enough, I saw my wife standing nearby. I was happy to see that she seemed to be enjoying the show. And I was immediately aroused to see her kneel down among us to help us tease, and please Michelle. From the way that my wife and I looked at each other, Michelle could tell that this woman was my wife, so she gave me one of those looks as if to say to me, "You are so bad!"

Although I unbelievably hadn't fully realized this, at this point Michelle had been stripped completely naked. "When did that happen?" I thought to myself, and then just as quickly I thought, "What a beauty!"

Michelle was face down, and wasn't able to move much at all even though only her wrists were tied together, and secured above her head. Her legs were spread faurly wide apart, enough to clearly see how moist her pussy had become from our gang takedown. The real tickling hadn't actually begun, so it was quite a turn-on to see how wet Michelle had already become. The reason that she couldn't move much at all was because in addition to her bound wrists, Ron and Frank were sitting on the back of Michelle's legs, and holding her down while Scott and I began our tickle assault upon her soles. My wife took a position next to Michelle's side, and lightly tickled her inner thighs while slowly, and teasingly inserting a vibrator into Michelle's wet pussy.

Ed leaned in to give his wife a kiss, and whisper something into her ear. I imagined that he might be saying to her, "This is so hot! Thank you, sweetie, for letting us do this to you."

Whatever Ed said to her in private, all I knew for sure was that she started struggling the best that she could to keep us from having our way with the soles of her soft, petite feet. But it was no use. Her upturned soles were at our mercy, and we loved it! We actually tickled her all over, and despite her protests, we continued tickling her all over, though we of course allowed her some breaks to compose herself. After all, while we did indeed tickle-torture her, we didn't want to actually torture her.

After about 45 minutes or so of tickle-torturing Michelle, and giving her breaks in between, we decided that it was time to turn her over onto her back, and get a lot naughtier. But the extra naughtiness included some very pleasurable experiences for Michelle. Ground rules set ahead of time were that there was to be no intercourse, except between respective spouses, so Ron, Frank, and Scott were left out of that fun. Besides, none of us had intercourse until those guys left anyway, but that's not to say we didn't have some really naughty fun.

Michelle agreed to be taken into their bedroom so that we could tie her face up, and spread eagled on their bed. From what I had been told, Ed and Michelle had never done this before, at least with others. And if they had done this with each other, they sure hadn't told me about it. Maybe it was there little secret if they had done this together, but whether they had, or they hadn't, it was very clear to my wife and I that the two of them were looking forward to the experience.

Once Michelle was tied face up in a spread eagled fashion, and completely naked of course, she was also blindfolded. This would add another element of naughtiness for her to enjoy, i.e., she wouldn't know for certain who was doing what to her.

As the evening progressed, the five of us stimulated every part of Michelle's body from head to each and every toe, literally. My favorite part of the evening was when all of us very slowly tickled her entire body at the same time, just very lightly, which sent shivers down along her spine. Michelle felt 10 hands, and 50 fingers upon her most of the time, not to mention a mouth and tongue at each of her feet at all times. We also vibed her nipples, pussy and clit, and induced some forced orgasms from her, which rocked her body so nicely, and powerfully. There were times when her clit had become too sensitive for us to continue, but after a little break, we would make her cum again.

Of course the whole evening was planned to tease, please, and pleasure Michelle, which in turn certainly pleased the rest of us, but to my pleasure, my wife took a turn at being the center of attention, and of course she absolutely loved it! Like Michelle, we combined our efforts to make my wife cum multiple times, and naturally we had our way with her feet and toes as well.

All in all, it was an extraordinary evening. Of course, the part of us actually getting together for some naughty 5-on-1 fun was only in my mind's eye. Still, the idea of doing such a thing with Michelle is a fantasy that is highly rated by my libido.

So how about it, guys, or gals? Do you want to join in on the fun my mind's eye has with Michelle perfect little feet, or perhaps write a different ending for your pleasure? Just follow the links up above, and by all means have lots of great foot fetish fun!