Ticle Fight

One summer day me and Quentin were watching TV sitting on the love seat. We were out running errands all morning and now we were being lazy, staying cool in cut-offs and tank tops, enjoying the AC.

I was feeling a little bratty so I stretched out on the loveseat laying my legs across Quentin's lap to the other end and stared at him, twirling my hair.

He said, "You better move them if you know what's good for you, Samantha."

I kicked off my shoes and crossed my feet in response and said, "What are you going to do about it, Quentin?"

Well, Quentin wrapped his arm around my legs and captured both of my feet. He started tickling the bottom of them with his free hand. He was looking at me and laughing the whole time. I was laughing uncontrollably and struggling to get away. I squealed and laughed, yelling at him to stop. I couldn't stop giggling and squirming around trying to free my legs.

Quentin tickled his way up my squirming body to tickle my ribs which made me laugh even more. I was wiggling all around trying to get away but he was sitting right on top of me.

"Quentin!", I yelled, throwing my head back over the arm of the couch giggling. I was desperate to escape, squirming around and kicking my legs. He leaned forward and tickled me under my armpits next which made me stretch out and try to roll out from under him.

He was practically laying on top of me. He was tickling me so good I was sobbing with laughter. His touch was making me very warm deep inside. I was telling him to stop but secretly wanted him to continue. The feeling of his hands on me and his body on top of mine was arousing. I felt the heat between my legs.

Quentin sat on my legs and kissed my belly button with a little French kiss. He loved to tug on the gold ring in my bellybutton with his tongue. He tickled his way down to my belly swirling his fingertips in circles on my delicate skin.

Suddenly, his fingers dug in to tickle me hard. I was howling with laughter as he tickled my belly violently. I was fighting to get away from his tickling fingers, but all I could do is giggle and pee myself.

He surrounded my belly button with his tickling fingers and tickled my belly button and I was tickling him back. He started laughing and tried pulling my hands away at the same time that I tried rolling over. We fell off the couch with Quentin on his back and me on top, both laughing hysterically.

Quentin was still tickling me but I grabbed his hands and pinned them down to the floor above his head. We were giggling like crazy until we were face to face. I looked into his blue eyes and covered his mouth with mine and kissed him.

He quit tickling me and held my sides in his big hands and kissed me back. Quentin was a really good kisser and our tongues were having a tickle fight of their own.

Sitting on top of him, I could feel his bulge against my bottom, now soaked in girl juice. He grabbed the edge of my top and pulled it over my head and off.

I was above him in doggy position now, one hand on each side of his head looking down at him. My green eyes were burning into his as I dragged my tits across his face and mouth. Oh, I loved feeling his lips on my erect nipples.

Quentin picked me up and sat me back on the loveseat and pulled off my shorts. I was on fire inside despite the AC. I hated clothes and it felt good to be naked. I spread my legs and both hands went straight to my pussy. I was hotter than a firecracker.

I closed my eyes and threw my head back, moaning his name as my fingers brought me off. Quentin was on the floor kneeling between my knees. I sat forward and pulled my hands from my quivering pussy long enough to pull his shirt off.

I rubbed his big chest and pinched and pulled his nipples. I sucked and bit them too. The first time my teeth sunk in his breath caught and his big bulge moved in his shorts.

I leaned back again with my legs wide open pinching my nipples and looking him in the eye. I pushed my nipples up to my mouth and sucked and bit each one, my eyes never leaving his. I reached around him with my legs and pulled him to me.

"What are you going to do about it, Quentin?" I said.

Quentin reached into his boxers and pulled out my favorite treat, his long, thick hard, cock. He stroked it up and down my wet slit and I used my legs to yank him all the way in, moaning as his heavy cock stretched my hungry snatch wide open. He grabbed my ankles and pushed them back by my ears as he pounded away at me like a wild man, his balls slapping my ass.

I felt my body start to twitch and shudder as a thundering orgasm hit me. We were both moaning as my pussy clenched his thick cock and he sunk it all the way in. His big balls exploded deep inside me filling me with his hot, sticky load.

He pulled me close and we held each other in a blissful hug as we came, sharing our orgasms with each other, lying back on the love seat in our loving afterglow.