This chapter was created by Fevered Lake for another interactive story that seems to have disappeared. As has Fevered Lake as I can't find her in the author section. It has been adapted by me with a female ticklee. Ms Smith is teaching sociology of tickling a naked woman.
Ms Smith approached your thick thighs and uses her long nails to caress the insides. Those cruel nails seem to dance against her quivering legs. And you howl. Ms Smith smiles approvingly as you begin to show signs of arousal. She stop and heads back to the desk. She opens a box but you can barely see, your eyes are watering from the tickling.
"Okay girls, come over and switch your brushes for feathers. Then go back to the ticklee and watch what I do!" On Ms Smith's word, Jenessa and Amanda go and pick up a feather each, Amanda a big, flowy red feather, Jenessa a peacock feather. They returned to where they had been next to you and stood by as Ms Smith approached you with a normal sized white feather.
"While we only had the same kind of brushes for today, we were fortunate enough to get different feathers class, which is good, as different feathers do very different things. For example my feather," she said as she ran her feather across your belly, eliciting laughs similar to the brushes, "can still give a strong tickling sensation. But lighter and thinner feathers like the ones Jenessa and Amanada have, give lighter, more pleasureable tickles, which can be just as torturous and overwhelming."
The teacher motioned to Jenessa and Amanda to start using their feathers on you, and they begin to lightly drag them up and down your sides, into the hollows of your armpits. You guffaw with laughter and strain with all your might against the cuffs. The lightness of the tickles are what are driving you crazy. "HAHAHHHAHHPLEAHAHHSENOOOOO!!!" Ms Smith then begins to use her feather again, going up and down your belly and chest, grazing your nipples, interspersing your laughter with moans of pleasure.
"Look!" a girl in the front row yells. "Her nipples could cut glass! And she is really wet!" You look down and see that, through your jeans, you have a deep wet patch. How had you not noticed?! All the girls in the class begin to giggle and laugh. Some begin to reach for their phones to take pictures, but Ms Smith stops them and quickly silences them with the threat of detention for 2 weeks. You dread to think of what detention might entail, though you can probably guess.
Amanda is blushing, turning her head away from the sticky mark in your jeans while trying to quickly look back for swift glances. Jenessa eyes it with interest, then looks up at you and winks, licking her lips. Ms Smith then turns back to you and is even more thrilled, grinning widely.
"Sit back down girls, sit back down." Jenessa and Amanda head back to their seats with great reluctance, while Ms Smith turned to address the class.
"Would any of you girls be laughing if you were up here? Tickling is meant to be sensual, sexy and erotic, to the tickler AND the ticklee. I'd bet anything that if any of you girls were up here, you'd be wetter than a fishes bathing costume right now, even more so than her. And this gives us opportunities to get a head start on topics now that we wouldn't be covering for some time."
Ms Smith heads over to you, bends down and starts to undo your jeans and pull them down. They practically slide of your slick legs. Soon she pulls down your underwear as well and leave your wet mound, lips and a very visible love button exposed to her and the entire class. "The private regions of a woman are both often neglected when tickling. But a lot of people don't often realise how ticklish these area's are." She skitters her nails along your mound, making you jump and laugh with gusto. "With ladies, the lips are often particularly sensitive." She then wiggles her nails against your lips, making you laugh even louder.
"A feather is perfect for this type of tickling. It will give the ticklee the perfect balance between tickles and pleasure...if that is what you want them to feel". She then took the feather she had been using and ran it up and down your pussy, making you giggle but also getting you closer and closer to the edge, as she focused on the lips and your clit in particular.
"And possibly the most important thing to learn from this, is that the human body is much more sensitive and ticklish after you cum." With that, Ms Smith started wriggling her fingers against your mound and clit. You tried all you could to stop her from getting you off, but the tickling, especially the tickling down there had gotten you all worked up, and it was only a couple of minutes before you came hard, in front of the class; actually squirting some distance. However, Ms Smith kept her finger stroking your clit away. Orgasm after orgasm followed. You feel drained as your vagina expels sticky, salty smelling love more and more. Soon the pleasure you were feeling was overwhelming and turning into pain.
"Though another thing you can do after orgasm, is something called, post orgasm torture, class. It is the sweetest kind of torment...well, at least to the one in charge anyway," which elicted a giggle from the girls in the class. All of a sudden, Ms Smith left your over-stimulated pussy and dug her hands into your sides and belly. "HAHAHHHAHAHAHHAAHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAAAOHOHOHOHOFAHAHAHAHHACKKKKKKAAHAHAH AHHAHAH!!
The teacher kept this going until your laughter became silent, your vision became blurry and dark, you were about to slip into unconsciousness when she announced "Her rear end needs a brushing with my feather duster. Do I have a volunteer or two?"
Amanda and Jenessa volunteer and after some pleading soon have you howling again. "The warm cheeks of the anus are an especially ticklish area, especially when using sharper or more bristly objects like the toothbrush or backscratcher. But even the featherdusters can cause enough laughter if done properly." You could barely hear as your own laughter had taken shape. "I love how ticklish you are, little girl. I plan to test your ticklishness out to the fullness of my abilities! Come see me after class and I will rock your world!" "A little faster, Amanda. Yes, that is much better!" Better for who you wonder as you howl as the dusters swift cruelly....before one swipes between your cheeks. :AHHAHAHFHAHFHAHAHHFHAHHAHHAHAHHA!" "Jenessa, keep to the cheeks! A woman's orifice is excessive! Cheeks only!" commanded Ms Smith. Jenessa ignored her and ran her duster behind your cheeks again as your bladder began to fill.
"Jenessa stop! That is too far! The anal opening is excessively sensitive! She will have an accident! STOP NOW!"
Amanda and Jenessa volunteer and after some pleading soon have you howling again. "The warm cheeks of the anus are an especially ticklish area, especially when using sharper or more bristly objects like the toothbrush or backscratcher. But even the featherdusters can cause enough laughter if done properly." You could barely hear as your own laughter had taken shape. "I love how ticklish you are, little girl. I plan to test your ticklishness out to the fullness of my abilities! Come see me after class and I will rock your world!" "A little faster, Amanda. Yes, that is much better!" Better for who you wonder as you howl as the dusters swift cruelly....before one swipes between your cheeks. “AHHAHAHFHAHFHAHAHHFHAHHAHHAHAHHA!"
"Jenessa, keep to the cheeks! A woman's orifice is excessive! Cheeks only!" commanded Ms Smith. Jenessa ignored her and ran her duster behind your cheeks again as your bladder began to fill. "Jenessa stop! That is too far! The anal opening is excessively sensitive! She will have an accident! STOP NOW!" Jenessa couldn't care a less. She wanted you to howl and that was just what was going to happen. "Tickle, tickle, you tickly little girl! I am going to own you after this...." But the tickling of your excruciatingly sensitive hole was more than you could bear. In no time, you did indeed have your accident. At least, you were untied and Jenessa was forced to clean it up as she silently fumed. Ms Smith was clearly less than impressed.
"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" It seemed that the goth girl was no less ticklish than you were. You took savage delight in running your feather duster over her bare cheeks with the shyly smiling Amanda by your side. "As you can see, it isn't just our original volunteer who is sensitive to this sort of treatment. When executed properly with a great deal of forethought, dusting tickling cheeks can be, very effective. Can't they Jenessa?" Jenessa was making noises than sounded less human than the sound of a tortured cat. "I like rhythm the two of you are using. Amanda is using circular torture, while our new girl is focusing on a specific area, this allowed the victim to experience the full range of bottom tickle torture."
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