Hey guys, just spent the past 2 hours writing this story. You know the drill: based on real people but fictionalized. Hope you enjoy!

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Nobody was home but me. I was sitting on the couch in the living room and thinking. I was thinking about a lot of things, but eventually my mind drifted to Maggie. It had been a long time since me and her had done anything together. I'd had several...interactions, let's call them, with Kelly, and some pretty intense ones with Caitlyn, but Maggie and I had never really had the chance to do anything intimate together by ourselves. We were never going to have any mutual sexual experiences, of course, because she was gay, but I'm into her and when her, Caitlyn, and Kelly were together, she displayed a clear interest in at the very least helping me with my desires. I started thinking about her hair. It's brown, straight, goes down to her mid-back, and is extremely bushy. It looked (and felt) like just a mass of softness. I started getting horny, and continued fantasizing, until I decided I would get up and go masturbate, but before I could, I heard the door open. I turned my head toward the door and watched it open, revealing the first person I would have hoped to see, but the last person I would have actually expected: Maggie.

She had a fairly glum look on her face, but she looked at me and her face lit up. She smiled gleefully and ran over to me, pulling me into a hug. "I missed you, Jack." "I missed you too." I hugged her tightly. Eventually she got off me and sat down next to me. "Is anyone else home?" "Nah, it's just us." She smiled again, this time more of a smirk, and chuckled. "What?" I giggled and asked her. "I've been thinking about you, Jack." "I've been thinking about you too. What about me have you been thinking about?" "Well, for the past few months, Kelly and Caitlyn have been telling me about all the hot shit they've done with you, and to be completely honest, I'm kinda jealous. Like, yeah, I'm gay and shit, but I still like playing with you and making you horny, and I've never really gotten to do that by myself. Are you still...into me?" I smiled. "Well, Maggie, right before you got here I was about to go masturbate, because I had spent some time fantasizing about you and getting really horny." A big smile formed on her face. "What were you fantasizing about?" I always got flustered answering this kind of question. "I...uh...like, you, uh, using your hair to...tickle me and tease me and..." "And...?" "...and jerk me off." She raised her eyebrows and she smirked. "Take your shirt off. I've been dying to fucking torture you."

I blushed and happily took my shirt off. She grabbed it from me and walked behind the couch. "Put your arms up," she instructed me, so I did. She rolled my shirt up into a makeshift rope and wrapped it around my wrists. I was excited; not one of the three of them had ever actually restrained me, so I was curious what she had in store. "Jack, there are two rules that you have to agree to if you want any of those fantasies to come to life." "Alright, what are they?" "First of all, and you know this, but just reminding you: I'm in charge. You have zero power over me and I get to decide what I want to do to you." "Of course." "Second, and this is the reason your hands are tied: you're not allowed to touch your dick for the rest of the day." I exhaled. "You know why, Jack?" "Why?" She leaned into my ear and whispered, "Because I'm gonna be the one touching it." I gasped and let out a soft moan.

She came back around to the front of the couch, but instead of sitting back down on it, she sat on my lap. She didn't sit on my legs, though; she sat directly on my crotch. She started rubbing her butt up against my crotch. I let out a moan and started getting aroused. She giggled and kept rubbing faster and faster. As she rubbed up against me, her soft hair caressed my chest. I could tell this was intentional. She started shaking her head back and forth as she grinded on me, causing her hair to sweep back and forth across my chest and nipples. I started thrusting into her, completely surrendering to the teasing. She had one goal, and that was to make me as lustful for her as possible, and needless to say, she was succeeding. "Do you want me, Jack?" "Yes, I fucking want you, ohhhh." She stood up off me and I moaned in agony. I didn't have to call her master; I was her slave anyway. I was completely at her mercy, and that's exactly where I wanted to be. She sat back down on my legs, facing me. She had a huge grin on her face. "I'm a fucking tease, aren't I?" "Yes, you are." She chuckled. "You're all mine, Jack." "I know." "Is that how you want it?" "Yes." She smiled and tossed her hair over my face. "Isn't it soft?" "Yesss..." "Ready for it to make you weak?" "Always..." She brought it down to my neck and started sweeping it back and forth. I moaned and giggled. "Oh, so your neck IS ticklish!" "I guess so, haha." She brought it further down to my chest and dragged it left and right. I moaned loudly. She held her hair like a brush and started quickly dusting it around my nipples. I burst out laughing. "Fuckkkkhahahaha!" "You know, I bet I could make this so much worse for you." "Oh god..." As she continued hair-tickling my nipples with one hand, she used the other one to start caressing my crotch through my pants. "Ohhhforfuckssake..." I moaned and laughed like crazy. She was driving me wild. She released her hair from her hand and brought it to my armpits, dragging it up and down over them. Her bushy hair tickling me combined with her hand grabbing at my crotch was making me unbelievably horny. I wasn't sure how much more I could handle, but I knew there was plenty more to come. Next she brought her hair to my stomach. "You know, if there's one fun fact I'll ever remember, it's that Jack's most ticklish spot is his stomach. That information has always been pretty useful." I giggled, and that giggled turned into tear-inducing laughter as she dusted her soft hair back and forth over my stomach. She held a small lock of her hair and tickled my bellybutton with it. It was subtle torture. I was giggling but not full-on laughing; I almost wanted it to be more intense. Maybe she could read my mind, because she switched back to dragging all of her hair across my stomach, and my laughter increased. "Isn't it agonizing when I just tickle you with a few strands of my hair? I should do that on the tip of your dick." I gasped and moaned. She started grabbing faster and harder at my crotch, and my moans only got louder.

She got off of me so she could flip me over. "I'm gonna give you a massage, Jack, and it's gonna be the best fucking massage you've ever had." She sat on my legs and threw her hair onto my back. I moaned. It felt amazing. She started caressing my back with her hair. It was incredibly erotic. I let out moan after moan as her bushy mane stroked my back. She didn't want me to be relaxed, though. She reached her hands around and stuck them down my pants. I gasped. Now making skin-to-skin contact, she started playing with my dick. I moaned and started thrusting into her hands, my motion causing her hair to tease me even more, and her hair teasing me to make me moan even louder. It was a vicious cycle of arousal, and when she took her hands off of my dick I almost screamed in agony. She started pulling my pants down, so I thought maybe she was ready to release me, but I was wrong. My pants came off and my underwear followed in hot pursuit, leaving her next target, my bare ass, ready to be teased. She slowly lowered her hair onto my butt and I started giggling. It dragged directly down my buttcrack and I burst out laughing. She swept it back and forth over my buttcheeks and I laughed hysterically. She returned to the small lock approach, taking a few strands of her hair and tickling up and down in my asscrack. I went ballistic. It was torture. Since the lock approach was a one-hand job, she used her other hand to reach around and start teasing my dick with her nails. "Maggie, holy fuck..." "You like that?" "Yes, holy shit..." "How much more can you handle?" "I'm not sure..." Hearing this, she decided to move on to her next task: tormenting my thighs.

She flipped me back over and instructed me to spread my legs as wide as I could. She started her hair at my left knee and dragged it slowly across my thigh. I moaned and squirmed. My thighs were one of my favorite spots to be teased and tickled, and she knew this very well. She got excruciatingly close to my crotch, and lifted her hair up, smirking at me as I bit my lip. She dragged it down my right thigh as I moaned some more. Once she got to my knee, she reversed directions and dragged it back up, again stopping before she got to my crotch. She dragged it back down my left thigh, and back up. She repeated this process for what felt like hours, but in reality was surely only a few minutes. My thighs got to experience the amazing feeling of her soft hair dragging across them for long enough that if my dick could talk, it would express sheer jealousy. It can't, but my mouth can, and the words that seeped out in the midst of a storm of moans were, "Maggie, please...tease my dick..." "Getting close?" I nodded.

She stopped the thigh tickling and sat in between my legs. She put her hand on my cheek, before starting to drag it down my body. Somewhere along the way, she switched from fingertips to nails, so that by the time she got to my crotch, she was tickling me instead of pleasuring me. I giggled and squirmed as she held my dick in place with one hand and used the nails of her other hand to lightly stroke up and down the underside. It felt great, but it fucking tickled. "Hey, Jack..." "Yeah?" "Remember when I said I would use a tiny lock of my hair on your tip to drive you crazy?" "Yeah, oh god..." She wrapped her hand around my dick and held it firmly in place. She used the other hand to grab a small lock of her hair and began stroking it across the head of my cock. I gasped, and as she stroked, I fell into a fit of giggling and moaning. After what was probably the thousandth stroke of that tiny little lock of hair on my dicktip, a drop of precum oozed out. "Maybe if I was Caitlyn, I'd lick it off, but nah, I'm too gay for that shit." We both laughed. She blotted my dick dry with her sweater.

"Alright, Jack, you've waited long enough." She let go of my dick, leaving it fully exposed. She started to slowly lower her bushy hair onto my dick. It dragged over my tip, and then my shaft, and finally my balls. I moaned loudly. She did this again, slowly dragging her hair across my privates. Now she went the other direction. She started sweeping her hair back and forth across my balls, and I laughed and moaned. "Oh shit, your balls are really ticklish. That's good to know." She moved up to my shaft, dragging her hair all around it, but focusing most of her time on the underside, the most sensitive part. Next she turned her attention to my tip. Instead of using a small lock, she held all of her hair in her hand and started dusting the tip of my cock. I moaned loudly. When she saw another drop of precum form, she moved back down to my shaft, using her hair like a feather duster to drive me crazy. "Maggie... I think I'm gonna cum..." She lifted her hair off of my crotch. "Oh yeah? Beg me." I was a bit stunned. "I... Maggie... I can't fucking believe how fun you are. I know you'll never truly be into me, but the amount of work you put into pleasuring me fucking blows my mind. Your hair is some of the softest, sexiest shit I've ever seen, and there's nothing I want more than for it to make me cum. Please, Maggie, you're so fucking sexy and I want you to give me the biggest orgasm I've had all year. Please..." She had a giant smile on her face. "That's my Jack, nice."

She lowered her hair down onto my dick, covering every single inch of it with her soft locks. Once it had settled, she wrapped both hands around it and started stroking up and down. I moaned louder than I had in weeks and my erection grew and grew. She stroked faster and faster and faster. Her hair felt so fucking good and it was driving me insane. To my surprise, she started verbally teasing me as she jerked me off. "I want your dick to be fucking engulfed by my bushy hair. I want you to feel it on every inch of your cock. I want you to feel it surrounding your shaft and torturing your tip." As she talked dirty to me, I got harder and harder and harder. "Now, Jack, I want you to cum for me." She put one hand on my shaft and stroked, her hair teasing every possible spot. "Cum into my hair." She started using the other hand on my tip, and that was the last straw for me. My jaw dropped and I immediately started ejaculating. She kept rapidly stroking my shaft and tip with her hair as I pumped cum into it. I expected her to slow down but she didn't. If anything, she sped up, willing every drop of cum out of me that she could. "I want my hair to fucking drain your balls of cum. I'm not stopping until you stop." Her verbal dominance turned me on more, and I continued cumming into her hair for another minute, moaning loudly the entire time. Eventually, I had let out everything I possibly could, and she lifted her hair off of my dick. I was in a state of pure ecstasy. "Jack..." She held my face with her hands. "I don't mean this romantically, but it just feels like the right thing to do." She planted her lips on mine and kissed me. "Alright, I'm gonna go wash my hair, then we can relax." I exhaled. "Thank you, so much." "You're very welcome."