“Good. Now, Claire,” he said, handing her a battered looking teddy bear, “As you can see Edward is a very ordinary bear. I’d like you hold Edward the Bear high above your head, where everyone can see him. You’re a tall young woman, particularly in those boots, so there’s no way that I can in any way reach up and interfere with Edward. I must emphasise that no matter what, you must keep your arms high in the air.”
Claire laughed as she held the soft toy high above her. She a little concerned that her dress was riding a little high and exposing the tops of her stockings but she didn’t think the audience of young children would particularly care although she did notice the a couple of dads at the back of the room staring at her thighs intently.
“And now, children we’re going to do our best to make Edward the Bear laugh. Because when he laughs something very special will happen! He will give everyone a sweet!”
The children cheered.
“But unfortunately he’s not very ticklish.”
The children groaned.
“But Claire is!”
The children cheered again.
“And I think if Claire laughs hard enough then so will Edward. So I am now going to cover Claire with this magical sheet,” he said grabbing hold a glittery blue sheet with a large hole in the middle.
He draped it over her, putting the hole over her head so that her body was covered at the front and back while she continued to hold the teddy above her.
“And now, children, who would like to tickle Claire?”
Within seconds Claire had tears running down her face as the roomful of children mobbed her and tickled her mercilessly under the sheet. She did her absolute best to keep her arms high above head but struggled to do so, unsteadily writhing around, trying not to topple over, wishing she hadn’t worn such high heels.
So she was relieved when The Great Phellatio called the children off leaving her red-faced and snorting with laughter.
“Well done, children. Hmm. Let me check whether Edward has laughed yet,” he said standing right up close to Claire to peer at the cuddly toy, his body pressing against her.
He stood back dramatically. “No I’m afraid he still hasn’t laughed. What should we do?”
The kids started screaming that they should tickle Claire more but, luckily, the magician shook his head with a smile.
“I don’t think that would work. I think the only thing to do is my own magic tickle!” he said portentously.
The kids cheered as The Great Phellatio stood behind Claire and slid his hands inside the sheet from each side.
Claire’s eyes widened as his hands rested on her flat toned stomach briefly before he began to gently tickle her sides.
She began to wriggle and chuckle as he tickled her harder for a while and then drew in a sharp breath as his hands wandered up her body to lightly caress her full high breasts, all unseen by the audience under the sheet. This certainly felt very different to the children’s frenetic tickling. It was more like stroking, fondling even. But, she supposed, it was magic tickling after all. He began to squeeze her breasts more firmly causing her to squirm in embarrassment.
“Remember to stand as still as possible, Claire,” he reminded her before dropping his hands back to her tummy to tickle her again.
Claire began to giggle hard once more but then, after a while, let out an involuntary squeak as his hands dropped to her thighs and slid up her dress, one on her firm peachy arse and the other cupping her plump slightly moist pussy.
“Oooooh!” she moaned loudly although she supposed no-one else could see what was going on.
As he tickled her genitals Claire tried to stand on her tiptoes to avoid his roving fingers but he just lifted his hands before deftly slipping them inside her thong, one to the front and one at the back.
She wriggled in alarm as he began to finger her cunt and arsehole simultaneously. This certainly was a different kind of tickling. Just as she was about to protest, he pulled his hands out and with a flourish grabbed the teddy from her hands, leaving her gasping.
“Did you hear Edward laugh, children?” he shouted.
“Yes!” they screamed back.
“Oh, yes, and look what he’s got for you!” he said. To Claire’s astonishment he began pulling out bags of sweets from Edward’s tummy, which he began throwing to the kids.
“How did you do that!” she asked him as she took of the sheet, knowing that the sweets hadn’t been there when she had held the bear earlier.
The Great Phellatio winked at her. “Indocilis privata loqui!” he said cryptically. “I tell you what though come and see me later and I’ll tell you. You know, you’d make a great magician’s assistant.”
Claire clapped her hands in excitement more than a little anticipation as he bowed at the applause from around the room before turning to collect his props and leaving showily. How wonderful! Maybe he had a job for her!
She made to follow him but was interrupted when Megan asked her to help with the kids’ party bags.
Although she worked as quickly as she could, Claire ended up taking over half an hour helping distribute the bags as the kids left with their parents and then helping Megan tidy up.
She felt frustrated because she had really wanted to catch the magician before he had gone. His offer to find out more about his magic was interesting but his throwaway comment about being a magician’s assistant had really caught her imagination. She sighed disappointedly before leaving to walk back home.
She stepped outside and turned to leave when she heard her name being called.
“Claire! Over here.”
She walked to the roadside to see The Great Phellatio in the front of an old blue van, leaning over and hailing her through the window.
“Oh! Hello,” she said. “You waited for me! Thank you.”
“I promised you I would tell you how I did that trick. I owe you an explanation,” he said.
“Really? Oh, yes, please!” she replied in excitement.
“Great, hop in, my dear.”
Claire paused briefly. After all she was about to get into a virtual stranger’s van. But he seemed to so nice and they would be sitting tight outside Megan’s house so she didn’t feel particularly threatened. In any case, he might have a job for her and she was completely fascinated by magic. What harm could it do?
The Great Phellatio’s van was as battered inside as it was outside. And he looked very different wearing a t-shirt and jeans although he still had that mysterious dark look in his eyes.
He appeared to be in his mid-thirties, maybe ten years older than Claire. He was skeletally thin and his dark hair was tight against his scalp in a widow’s peak.
“I’m glad I caught you, Claire. I feel I need to explain why I was so was, er, intimate with your delicious body when I was tickling you,” he began.
Claire blushed slightly as she remembered his fingers probing her pussy and bum.
“Er, it’s OK. I know you were just trying to tickle me magically. I don’t really mind a bit of fingering,” she said keen to impress him with her understanding and open-mindedness.