Belly Button Tickle Novels & Stories

"You're going to feel even funnier down here, but that's a good thing, and the Great Father is going to show you what it means when you feel hot and funny like this. Okay baby?" Billie was still confused but she wanted to trust her mommy, and she already felt so funny it was distracting. "Okay mommy." "And this, baby," She tapped on the hard little nub at the top of Billie's pussy. "Is your clitty, it's a magic button." She pressed a little harder and Billie gasped, it was magic! "Sometimes you might need helping rubbing it, or to do it yourself, but always remember that your clitty is important."

I throw my body to the side, my hand yanks down in an attempt to clip off the cuff, and I rub my belly. “Please…” I collapse back on the bed, fighting the urge to sit up. “Shhhh,” his whisper shuts me up, accompanied by his feather caressing down my body. He stops on my pussy mound and lets the buzzing sensation intensify the pleasure building up beneath my skin. Fuck! I jerk, snapping my legs up as if about to break the cuffs. I lift my back as much as the cuffs let me, and helplessly collapse on the bed. Oh, god! The tickling feeling is insane, too much for me to stay still and handle. When he runs down my slit, I lose my control.

For example it was still far too effective for Mina to simply place all five fingertips on Nadine's heel and then slowly drag them out and back in again in continuous pulses, maybe switching it up from time to time by rotating them. As with most things Mina did, the tickling itself wasn't that bad, or at least not compared to actual tickle torture. But it was a constant fluttery sensation that was always on Nadine's mind, didn't allow her any rest and pushed her willpower beyond its limits as her attempts to control her reactions became increasingly futile.

It doesn't do it often thank goodness. He is tickling me. I am cracking up rolling this way in that trying to get away but he has me caged in. " Take it back and I will stop." he says. He knows I hate being tickled. But I can't help myself. " Mommy's Goof-Goof." I laugh. " No you don't. Not going to happen." he said as he moves his fingers. " Goof. Stop." I gasp. Being six months pregnant, I just woke up and now I'm being tickled. Not a good combination because I have the sudden urge to pee.

He then came closer, our bodies inches apart. "Let's increase the challenge." He said. "Can you see what I'm about to do?" He said, I lifted my right eyebrow in confusion; he then lifted his hand and his index finger touched the tip of my nose. "Boop", he said, and I blinked not expecting that. He then smiled like the idiot he is, and I rolled my eyes. "Yes," I said. "Can you see this?" He said and now lifted both of his hands, I was confused about what he was about to do, and then my eyes widen in realization. "Say hello to the tickle monster."

I was so overwhelmed by his touch. He moved from my ear to my neck. I titled my head to the side; does he want to mark me? But he hesitated for a while and continued tracing kisses down to my shoulder to my nipples, which was hard rock. He sucked on them before moving to my belly button. I giggled when his lips touched those flushed skins on my belly button. I felt butterflies fluttering their wings deep inside my belly, and all I needed wasn't anymore teasing but to get to the real deal.

After revealing her leaned abdomen, I failed to resist touching her smooth skin with my lips. I halt on her belly button. The vertical oval shape, the presence of superior hooding, and the absence of protrusion. Just perfect to call it attractive. "Baby, your belly button is so attractive." I enter my tongue into it and she is breathing faster. I pull her closer and she stands on the sofa on her knees. Perfect position for me to continue.

Snоrtіng once I could excuse. But twісе? Yep, juѕt kill mе nоw. He ѕlоwlу released mу hands and tісklеd thе back оf my nесk. I twіtсhеd ѕlіghtlу wіth thе соntасt. Oh his fingers fеlt аmаzіng gliding оvеr mу skin. I wоndеrеd whаt іt would feel lіkе tickling other parts оf mу bоdу?

'Is my big baby crying again? 'No,' she giggled. 'Yes, okay, tickle attack!' I carried and carefully dropped her on the clean grass before attacking her with tickles. She laughed and squealed, begging me to stop. I stopped tickling her when tears started pouring down her eyes. I wiped it off and grinned at her. I won't let her feel the lost. She is too young to break. 'Now my stomach hurt from too much laughing,' she whined. I lift her shirt up, tapped her stomach twice and blew air into her belly button. She squealed and laughed again. 'Daddy!'

His grip on Maureen's hair moved down the thick fabric from the woman's shoulders, all the way down until he was able to squeeze a pair of syntax behind Maureen. The man also continued to murmur, suck, bite, or simply swirl his tongue around Maureen's areolas. Although not as cute as Iqlima, Maureen's shape was adorable to play with. "Uncle Darren, ish... ticklish ...." Maureen's grip moved to Darren's shoulder, continuing to strengthen as her footing became weaker. Especially when Darren's lick explores the skin of her stomach, briefly tickles her belly button, then ends up on the small bulge between Maureen's groin. That man was able to catapult her as far as he could.