"Now," you say, devising your next evil plan, "I think I've been unfair to your nipples so far. When I tickled one of them, I neglected to other. So," you say, as you place one hand on each of her breasts, firmly grasping them, placing your thumbs right next to her nipples, so she knows what's coming," it's time they both enjoyed my attention.
"Please," Laura pleads, her cocky attitude gone with the last twenty minutes of naked tickling, "please not there. Please, you can tickle me anywhere else, just not my nipples."
"Oh," you say, feigning surprise. "But you asked me to tickle your nipples. I thought that's what you wanted." You start playing with them with your thumbs, very lightly, but all that tickling apparently made them very sensitive, because Laura still starts to giggle. You also notice how she doesn't really care that you're playing with her tits, as long as you're not tickling them. "Where should I tickle you then?"
"Any... oh, hehe... anywhere else, please," she begs. "My feet! You can tickle my feet."
"I've tickled your feet a lot." That's only a little bit of exaggeration. Nobody's tickled Laura a lot, but of course people, especially you, still get her sometimes, and what's a more obvious target than someone's soles. "I'm not gonna pass on this for them."
For emphasis, you start jiggling her breasts, while your thumbs attack her nipples with full speed.
"HHAHHAAAAAAAAAAAAHHAAAAA, FFIIIHHHIIHINE," she screams. You slow down. "Fine, you, hihi, you can tickle my boobs, just not, eeeeeeee, not there."
Suddenly, you have an idea how you can humiliate her even more. You withdraw you thumbs, letting her hands rest on her breasts, leaving her nipples alone for now.
"Let's play a game," you say, unable to suppress your smile. "You can ask me to tickle you anywhere, any way. I'll do what you ask, as long as I'm having fun. If what you ask sounds boring, well..." You take her right nipple between two fingers and start tickling it from both sides.
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHEEEE."
"So let's start."
It's good to see you can still make her embarrassed. Still, it only takes her a fraction of a second before she realises there's no way out.
"Please, Kevin, tickle my boobs."
"Anywhere?" You ask, grabbing for her nipples.
"No! The sides, tickle the sides!"
You start attacking the sides, wiggling your fingers on the firm skin, using your nails to gently scratch her breasts, going up and down, but slowly moving inwards.
"No... haaaaaaaaaahaaaaaaa, no, pleeeeeahhse, the siiiiiiides," she giggles, but your fingers, dancing on her boobs, move closer and closer to her nipples.
"The...heeeeeeeee... the undersides, pleeeeeeeease."
You move your hands down, digging at the soft flesh at the bottom of her boobs. She doesn't stop giggling, not the high pitched screams she made when her nipples were attacked, but soft, although still continuous, giggles. Hearing them, you can't stop yourself from teasing.
"Are your boobies ticklish, Laura?" you ask. You probably actually dreamed of this once..
"Yes!" she gulps, as you execute a particularly intense attack on her underboobs.
"Then say it."
"My boobs a... eeeeeeee... ahhaare tickleeeeeeeeheeesh."
"Not what I said." You start inching up her breasts.
You swear you can see her roll her eyes.
"My boooooooooooooooobieeeeeees are tihhiiiiihicklish!" she shouts, as your hands get dangerously close to her nipples.
You start scratching her areolae.
"Nooo!" You touch one of her nipples. "Lick them!" she bursts out. "Lick my boobies!"
Hearing that whole sentence gives you immense pleasure. Of course, you've already licked her nipples, but that was your idea. This time, she asked you to do it! You really hope she also feels the difference. You also hope she realises you made her call them 'boobies'.
You bring down your mouth and start licking away at one breast, while not stopping with your hand. You decide to be nice, so you stay away from her nipples, attacking the sides and the underboob. Your tongue probably doesn't tickle as much as your fingers, but you can feel her face turning more red with every lick, which would be reason enough to keep going, even if you weren't licking a perfect pair of boobs.
When you're finished licking her clean on both sides, you switch to raspberries.
"AAAAAHHAAAAAAAHAAA," she laughs, as you blow into her soft flesh.
You go another round, blowing a raspberry on every square inch of her breasts, even venturing to her armpit. Your fingers keep wiggling over her boobs, while you blow raspberry after raspberry. From the volume of her giggles, it seems like the middle of her breasts are more ticklish, so that's where you end up, your cheek right next to her nipple.
An impulse hits you, you move your mouth a bit, and you blow a raspberry right into her nipple. She lets out a high pitched scream, so you repeat it, then you can't control yourself anymore, you start nibbling and licking at her nipple, your fingers playing with the other one.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOO," she wails, "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHOTTTTTTTTTTTT FAAAAAAIIIIIIIIREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE..."
But you can't stop, your tongue licking and sucking at one nipple, your fingers flicking at the other, your other hand digging into her side.
"PPLEEEEEEEEAHHAAAASEEE, THE SIIIIIIIDES, THE... EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE..."
You realised you can plant quick, soft kisses on the nipple, letting your lips gently pull it as you pull away, and that apparently tickles as well.
"...ANYWHEEEEEEREEE, PLEEEHHAAAAAAAAASEEEE, you can,"
Your right hand moves from her side to her armpit, your left grabs the brush for some extra fun.
"MY AAAAAAAAAAHHAAAAAAAAASSSSSS, YOU CAN TICKLE MY ASS!"
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