Hi all. This is a female - male tickling story, so if you don't like that topic feel free to ignore it. As always, I welcome any critical feedback on any aspect of the story. There is no similarity between people, living or dead, yatta yatta
When Gina arrived at the food co-op, she found the doors open and heard unusual sounds inside. She believed she heard her friend Michelle laughing and shrieking, then a crashing of boxes and cans. By the time she made it to the co-op storeroom, she found Michelle in a strange state. Topless, confused and a bit scared, with a fully-dressed young man unconscious on the floor.
"Oh, I didn't mean to walk in on…"
"No, Gina, it's not like…"
"What did he do, faint when he saw your…"
"NO! Here's what happened…". Michelle replaced her bra and stretchy yellow shirt and told her friend what had happened. How Jeff, the boy on the floor, had demanded a picture of Michelle topless. He had discovered how dreadfully ticklish Michelle was and savagely tickled her in an attempt to coerce the picture from her. Michelle had capitulated when Jeff started tickling her breasts, a torture Michelle found to be too much. In the chaos, she had knocked over some canned goods and now Jeff lay on the floor, unconcscious.
Gina was a close friend of Michelle's. 32-year-old Gina was the epitome of confidence. She was an accomplished rock climber and mountain biker and was in excellent physical condition. Gina was undeniably gorgeous, with a beautiful face and extremely fit, all-natural body. Half-Hawaiian, she greatly resembled Kiana Tom from the fitness shows.
Jeff woke to smelling salts. He found himself tied down with climbing rope to a table typically used for serving food. "What the hell…hey, let me up…where's my shirt…my pants…" He didn't know Gina, but was pleasantly surprised to see such a beautiful person near him.
Gina smiled and spoke in a determined voice. "Well, Jeff, it seems you're due a little payback. We were just going to call the police. But then my friend suggested you might deserve a little of your own treatment".
"What…"
Gina spoke. "The way I see it, someone who comes up with the idea of tickle-torturing must be awfully ticklish as well".
Jeff started to sweat. Gina was dressed in a close-fitting tank top and climbing shorts. She looked awfully sexy with her long dark hair flowing around her shoulders. Jeff would normally be very attracted to someone like that. He wasn't sure how much of his nervousness was caused by his predicament and how much was caused by being around two of the sexier women he'd ever seen. Michelle was also quite beautiful, but in a different way. Her face looked just like Mariska Hargitay's, but her body was unique. She was lean, but had enormous, impossibly large breasts.
"Do you like me?", asked Gina.
"What…I don't know you"
"Look at me…do you like me?" she asked.
Jeff didn't know what to say. He thought perhaps honesty was the best policy.
"You look nice enough…you're pretty".
"Thanks, Jeff. Is Michelle pretty?"
"Sure. She's beautiful. Maybe a bit unusual…"
"What do you mean?" Gina asked.
"Her breasts…"
"Yes, I know".
"Hey, look at his bellybutton", Michelle said.
"What do you mean?"
"It's a bit of an 'outy'".
"Why, I wonder if it's ticklish?"
Jeff panicked. "NO! Don't touch me there! Don't do it! I'll…"
"You won't do anything," Gina said. "You know, my brother is really ticklish. I seem to remember that he hated having his bellybutton tickled".
"Damn you! Don't! EEEEEEE!!!"
Gina flicked her fingers over his bellybutton. Jeff squealed like a pig. Gina kept flicking her fingers over the super-sensitive zone. Jeff went into a tortured laughter. After 20 seconds or so, Gina gave him a break.
"Michelle, do you have Jeff's camera?"
"Right here. It'll make a nice gift for the local sororities, don't you think?"
Jeff begged. "No way!!"
"So, tell me Jeff. Do you think I'm sexy?" Gina was teasing him. She took off her tank top, leaving on her sports bra. She revealed a well-tanned, defined and strong body. Of course Jeff thought she was hot. She looked almost exactly like Kiana Tom. But he really didn't know what was happening.
"Yes, I do" he meekly answered.
"And you like tickling? Tickling women, that is?"
Gina started flicking his bellybutton again. Jeff screamed and laughed. Luckily for him, Gina only tickled him there for a few seconds.
"Answer her, Jeff", Michelle commanded.
"Yes…yes, I like tickling women."
"Would you like to tickle me, Jeff?"
Gina squeezed Jeff's slightly pudgy sides. "OH GOD HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE!". He was very ticklish there.
"Would you like to tickle me, Jeff? Be honest!" she asked again.
"Sure, I guess so".
Gina untied one of his hands. Jeff was sweating profusely and his heart was pounding.
"Go ahead, tickle me". Jeff stared at her washboard abs, her lovely sides, her armpits and lower ribs. He lightly stroked her belly. No reaction. He poked her sides. Again nothing.
"You want to try my armpits?" She bent over slightly. Jeff wiggled his fingers in her pits, but she didn't even smile. He was disappointed to say the least.
"Oh, I'm sorry, is this what you wanted?" Gina took a few steps back, squeezed her own sides several times and emitted a false, almost mocking laugh and twisted back and forth. She pretended to tickle herself. Jeff was turned on. His body betrayed this fact to the women.
"I'm not ticklish, Jeff. Not at all. But you are, aren't you!" Gina grabbed his free arm with her left hand. She was stronger than he was, which embarrassed him a little. Then she rubbed his ribs with her right hand.
"NOO-HO! HEE HEEHEE HEE HEEHEE HEE HEE!"
Michelle tied his free arm down again and taunted him. "Is this what you wanted, Jeff?" She shimmied and shook so that her bosom jiggled back and forth. "A show like that?" Then she tickled his feet.
"HEE HEE HEE HEE! HEE HEE HEE HEE! NOOO! HEE HEE HEE HEE! HEE HEE HEE HEE!"
Jeff tried to kick and squirm, but Gina had tied him down securely. "Gosh, Jeff, I don't even have ticklish feet. Did you want to see my 'knockers', Jeff?" Michelle asked him. Meanwhile, Gina tortured his overly sensitive bellybutton again. Jeff shrieked and desperately trying to protect himself. He flopped around as best he could on the table, but he couldn't get away.
"I couldn't hear you Jeff!" Michelle taunted. Gina switched to squeezing Jeff's sides. Michelle moved to Jeff's head and held her bosom directly over him. After about 10 seconds, Gina stopped tickling him.
"OK, stop, let me go! This isn't funny!"
"I think you're making too much noise. Tickle him again, Gina!" This time, Michelle dropped her-watermelon-sized breasts directly onto Jeff's face. Ordinarily, Jeff might find that exciting. In this case, though, with Michelle's gargantuan breasts clad in her stretchy yellow shirt, the effect was smothering. And as soon as Gina tickled his bellybutton again, Jeff couldn't breathe. He felt severely tortured and like they really might tickle him to death.
After almost 30 seconds that damn near killed him, Michelle lifted her bosom away and Gina quit tickling. "Was it funny when you were tickling me? You seemed to really love it." Michelle asked. "Was it funny?"
"No…no, I'm really sorry. Please…"
Gina said "You don't sound that sorry. You seem pretty excited to me. I bet…you'd really love to see us tickle each other".
Jeff was confused. As with everything Gina had said so far, she was right. On the other hand, he was afraid because he assumed it just meant more suffering for him.
"Say something, Jeff!" Gina started tickling his sides again. He screamed, then said "Yes, I would love to see you tickle each other!"
"Tickle me, Michelle". Gina stepped back, giving Jeff a good view of her. She held her arms over her head. He could see virtually every muscle in her torso, but in a very sexy way. Michelle walked over and started squeezing Gina's tan, lean sides. Of course it didn't tickle her, but Gina moved in a slow, seductive way as if tickled and laughed mockingly as she pretended it tickled. Jeff was overcome.
"Oh ha ha ha….don't tickle me Michelle,…oh my God it tickles….oh oh oh ha ha ha…is that what you wanted Jeff?". Gina continued her show. The sight of watching the two gorgeous women engaged in what looked like tickling really turned him on, even though it seemed Gina wasn't ticklish.
Michelle looked over at Jeff. He appeared to be quite sexually stimulated.
Gina actually gave Michelle a quick poke to her sides, making Michelle jump, shout and shake. That really did tickle her, quite badly.
"No! No fair!" she protested. Jeff almost moaned with excitement at the sight of the real tickling. He thought he might give anything if only Gina could have been ticklish too.
Gina noticed as well. "You know Michelle, you think you're at a disadvantage because you're so ticklish. But I know a spot that I bet will tickle our boy here as much as anywhere on you".
Michelle looked curious. "Do tell", she said.
"Pull down his boxers".
Jeff was terrified. In the back of his mind he imagined that maybe they were going to do something sexual to him. He figured he wasn't that lucky, so he panicked as Michelle pulled his boxers down past his no-monumental erection. "NO! What are you going to do! NO! PLEASE!"
Gina picked up an ink pen. "I'm going to draw a little picture…right here!" She started to lightly touch his scrotum with the tip of the pen. Jeff exploded. He screamed bloody murder. It tickled him so badly he couldn't laugh.
"Ooh, Gina, you're right!"
"I know Michelle. I wonder how much he can take before he pees on himself?"
"Maybe I should tickle his feet too"
Jeff thought he might die. Having his feet and scrotum tickled was literally killing him. He couldn't talk, shout, laugh or breathe, but his erection was almost painful. They stopped tickling him.
Gina moved closer to his face and whispered in his ear. "How much more can you take, Jeff?"
Jeff was crying. His bladder started to cause him pain.
"No more…please…"
"Can't I just tickle you a little more…right here?" Gina leaned over and waved the pen near his testicles. Jeff begged for mercy. Michelle didn't want her to show him any.
"Remember how just an hour ago you were tickling my breasts? Well, let's just see what happens"
Michelle moved near Jeff's head while Gina moved to his side. Michelle raised her arms and shook back and forth so Jeff could get a good look at her bouncing breasts. Gina scraped the soles of Jeff's feet, easily his most ticklish area discounting his scrotum. Jeff was crying, but laughing too. Finally, just before he thought he might die, they quit.
Michelle finally told Gina he'd had enough. They let him go and kicked him out. Jeff was emotionally confused, even scared. It was a torturous experience, yet he felt a burning sexual desire for both women. He hated being tickled, but loved tickling them and almost had a sexual rush during the tickling, yet he was terrified. Gina and Michelle took the film, then the two women sent him out of the food co-op with his clothing but no self-respect. He went back to the fraternity house, broken and seemingly defeated.
There might be a future installment…
When Gina arrived at the food co-op, she found the doors open and heard unusual sounds inside. She believed she heard her friend Michelle laughing and shrieking, then a crashing of boxes and cans. By the time she made it to the co-op storeroom, she found Michelle in a strange state. Topless, confused and a bit scared, with a fully-dressed young man unconscious on the floor.
"Oh, I didn't mean to walk in on…"
"No, Gina, it's not like…"
"What did he do, faint when he saw your…"
"NO! Here's what happened…". Michelle replaced her bra and stretchy yellow shirt and told her friend what had happened. How Jeff, the boy on the floor, had demanded a picture of Michelle topless. He had discovered how dreadfully ticklish Michelle was and savagely tickled her in an attempt to coerce the picture from her. Michelle had capitulated when Jeff started tickling her breasts, a torture Michelle found to be too much. In the chaos, she had knocked over some canned goods and now Jeff lay on the floor, unconcscious.
Gina was a close friend of Michelle's. 32-year-old Gina was the epitome of confidence. She was an accomplished rock climber and mountain biker and was in excellent physical condition. Gina was undeniably gorgeous, with a beautiful face and extremely fit, all-natural body. Half-Hawaiian, she greatly resembled Kiana Tom from the fitness shows.
Jeff woke to smelling salts. He found himself tied down with climbing rope to a table typically used for serving food. "What the hell…hey, let me up…where's my shirt…my pants…" He didn't know Gina, but was pleasantly surprised to see such a beautiful person near him.
Gina smiled and spoke in a determined voice. "Well, Jeff, it seems you're due a little payback. We were just going to call the police. But then my friend suggested you might deserve a little of your own treatment".
"What…"
Gina spoke. "The way I see it, someone who comes up with the idea of tickle-torturing must be awfully ticklish as well".
Jeff started to sweat. Gina was dressed in a close-fitting tank top and climbing shorts. She looked awfully sexy with her long dark hair flowing around her shoulders. Jeff would normally be very attracted to someone like that. He wasn't sure how much of his nervousness was caused by his predicament and how much was caused by being around two of the sexier women he'd ever seen. Michelle was also quite beautiful, but in a different way. Her face looked just like Mariska Hargitay's, but her body was unique. She was lean, but had enormous, impossibly large breasts.
"Do you like me?", asked Gina.
"What…I don't know you"
"Look at me…do you like me?" she asked.
Jeff didn't know what to say. He thought perhaps honesty was the best policy.
"You look nice enough…you're pretty".
"Thanks, Jeff. Is Michelle pretty?"
"Sure. She's beautiful. Maybe a bit unusual…"
"What do you mean?" Gina asked.
"Her breasts…"
"Yes, I know".
"Hey, look at his bellybutton", Michelle said.
"What do you mean?"
"It's a bit of an 'outy'".
"Why, I wonder if it's ticklish?"
Jeff panicked. "NO! Don't touch me there! Don't do it! I'll…"
"You won't do anything," Gina said. "You know, my brother is really ticklish. I seem to remember that he hated having his bellybutton tickled".
"Damn you! Don't! EEEEEEE!!!"
Gina flicked her fingers over his bellybutton. Jeff squealed like a pig. Gina kept flicking her fingers over the super-sensitive zone. Jeff went into a tortured laughter. After 20 seconds or so, Gina gave him a break.
"Michelle, do you have Jeff's camera?"
"Right here. It'll make a nice gift for the local sororities, don't you think?"
Jeff begged. "No way!!"
"So, tell me Jeff. Do you think I'm sexy?" Gina was teasing him. She took off her tank top, leaving on her sports bra. She revealed a well-tanned, defined and strong body. Of course Jeff thought she was hot. She looked almost exactly like Kiana Tom. But he really didn't know what was happening.
"Yes, I do" he meekly answered.
"And you like tickling? Tickling women, that is?"
Gina started flicking his bellybutton again. Jeff screamed and laughed. Luckily for him, Gina only tickled him there for a few seconds.
"Answer her, Jeff", Michelle commanded.
"Yes…yes, I like tickling women."
"Would you like to tickle me, Jeff?"
Gina squeezed Jeff's slightly pudgy sides. "OH GOD HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE!". He was very ticklish there.
"Would you like to tickle me, Jeff? Be honest!" she asked again.
"Sure, I guess so".
Gina untied one of his hands. Jeff was sweating profusely and his heart was pounding.
"Go ahead, tickle me". Jeff stared at her washboard abs, her lovely sides, her armpits and lower ribs. He lightly stroked her belly. No reaction. He poked her sides. Again nothing.
"You want to try my armpits?" She bent over slightly. Jeff wiggled his fingers in her pits, but she didn't even smile. He was disappointed to say the least.
"Oh, I'm sorry, is this what you wanted?" Gina took a few steps back, squeezed her own sides several times and emitted a false, almost mocking laugh and twisted back and forth. She pretended to tickle herself. Jeff was turned on. His body betrayed this fact to the women.
"I'm not ticklish, Jeff. Not at all. But you are, aren't you!" Gina grabbed his free arm with her left hand. She was stronger than he was, which embarrassed him a little. Then she rubbed his ribs with her right hand.
"NOO-HO! HEE HEEHEE HEE HEEHEE HEE HEE!"
Michelle tied his free arm down again and taunted him. "Is this what you wanted, Jeff?" She shimmied and shook so that her bosom jiggled back and forth. "A show like that?" Then she tickled his feet.
"HEE HEE HEE HEE! HEE HEE HEE HEE! NOOO! HEE HEE HEE HEE! HEE HEE HEE HEE!"
Jeff tried to kick and squirm, but Gina had tied him down securely. "Gosh, Jeff, I don't even have ticklish feet. Did you want to see my 'knockers', Jeff?" Michelle asked him. Meanwhile, Gina tortured his overly sensitive bellybutton again. Jeff shrieked and desperately trying to protect himself. He flopped around as best he could on the table, but he couldn't get away.
"I couldn't hear you Jeff!" Michelle taunted. Gina switched to squeezing Jeff's sides. Michelle moved to Jeff's head and held her bosom directly over him. After about 10 seconds, Gina stopped tickling him.
"OK, stop, let me go! This isn't funny!"
"I think you're making too much noise. Tickle him again, Gina!" This time, Michelle dropped her-watermelon-sized breasts directly onto Jeff's face. Ordinarily, Jeff might find that exciting. In this case, though, with Michelle's gargantuan breasts clad in her stretchy yellow shirt, the effect was smothering. And as soon as Gina tickled his bellybutton again, Jeff couldn't breathe. He felt severely tortured and like they really might tickle him to death.
After almost 30 seconds that damn near killed him, Michelle lifted her bosom away and Gina quit tickling. "Was it funny when you were tickling me? You seemed to really love it." Michelle asked. "Was it funny?"
"No…no, I'm really sorry. Please…"
Gina said "You don't sound that sorry. You seem pretty excited to me. I bet…you'd really love to see us tickle each other".
Jeff was confused. As with everything Gina had said so far, she was right. On the other hand, he was afraid because he assumed it just meant more suffering for him.
"Say something, Jeff!" Gina started tickling his sides again. He screamed, then said "Yes, I would love to see you tickle each other!"
"Tickle me, Michelle". Gina stepped back, giving Jeff a good view of her. She held her arms over her head. He could see virtually every muscle in her torso, but in a very sexy way. Michelle walked over and started squeezing Gina's tan, lean sides. Of course it didn't tickle her, but Gina moved in a slow, seductive way as if tickled and laughed mockingly as she pretended it tickled. Jeff was overcome.
"Oh ha ha ha….don't tickle me Michelle,…oh my God it tickles….oh oh oh ha ha ha…is that what you wanted Jeff?". Gina continued her show. The sight of watching the two gorgeous women engaged in what looked like tickling really turned him on, even though it seemed Gina wasn't ticklish.
Michelle looked over at Jeff. He appeared to be quite sexually stimulated.
Gina actually gave Michelle a quick poke to her sides, making Michelle jump, shout and shake. That really did tickle her, quite badly.
"No! No fair!" she protested. Jeff almost moaned with excitement at the sight of the real tickling. He thought he might give anything if only Gina could have been ticklish too.
Gina noticed as well. "You know Michelle, you think you're at a disadvantage because you're so ticklish. But I know a spot that I bet will tickle our boy here as much as anywhere on you".
Michelle looked curious. "Do tell", she said.
"Pull down his boxers".
Jeff was terrified. In the back of his mind he imagined that maybe they were going to do something sexual to him. He figured he wasn't that lucky, so he panicked as Michelle pulled his boxers down past his no-monumental erection. "NO! What are you going to do! NO! PLEASE!"
Gina picked up an ink pen. "I'm going to draw a little picture…right here!" She started to lightly touch his scrotum with the tip of the pen. Jeff exploded. He screamed bloody murder. It tickled him so badly he couldn't laugh.
"Ooh, Gina, you're right!"
"I know Michelle. I wonder how much he can take before he pees on himself?"
"Maybe I should tickle his feet too"
Jeff thought he might die. Having his feet and scrotum tickled was literally killing him. He couldn't talk, shout, laugh or breathe, but his erection was almost painful. They stopped tickling him.
Gina moved closer to his face and whispered in his ear. "How much more can you take, Jeff?"
Jeff was crying. His bladder started to cause him pain.
"No more…please…"
"Can't I just tickle you a little more…right here?" Gina leaned over and waved the pen near his testicles. Jeff begged for mercy. Michelle didn't want her to show him any.
"Remember how just an hour ago you were tickling my breasts? Well, let's just see what happens"
Michelle moved near Jeff's head while Gina moved to his side. Michelle raised her arms and shook back and forth so Jeff could get a good look at her bouncing breasts. Gina scraped the soles of Jeff's feet, easily his most ticklish area discounting his scrotum. Jeff was crying, but laughing too. Finally, just before he thought he might die, they quit.
Michelle finally told Gina he'd had enough. They let him go and kicked him out. Jeff was emotionally confused, even scared. It was a torturous experience, yet he felt a burning sexual desire for both women. He hated being tickled, but loved tickling them and almost had a sexual rush during the tickling, yet he was terrified. Gina and Michelle took the film, then the two women sent him out of the food co-op with his clothing but no self-respect. He went back to the fraternity house, broken and seemingly defeated.
There might be a future installment…
Especially the second one where the two girls tickle him simultaneously... they were both well written and sexy 
