“No,” Lori said, still weak from her oily tickling, “Not again! Not his feet!” Donovan’s feet were very soft and sensitive. He had never been one to give himself calluses from jogging or playing soccer or anything like that. When Lori had her husband tied up, she could usually only bare to give him less than a minute of foot tickles. Now there was nothing she could do to save him from hours of it!
The blond came closer to his bound feet. At first, Lori thought she was going to attack them with her fingernails. If only. The strange woman bent down low and started nibbling on the balls of Donovan’s feet. He went nuts, laughing and screaming as her white teeth scraped the smooth balls of his feet.
Melissa tried to block out Donovan‘s screaming. She couldn‘t help but feel guilty. If she hadn‘t used that oil on Lori‘s feet, surely Donovan‘s feet would not now be being chewed on. Though if she hadn’t, it would be her beloved Neal up there, being tormented, maybe even forced to cum by a strange woman! No, it was better this way.
And an emotion stronger than guilt was building up inside Melissa as well. Never one for pornography, she could count on one hand the number of men she‘d seen naked. Now every time she looked at that huge screen, she saw every inch of Donovan’s naked body. Maybe it was the seven years of monogamy. Or it could have been her best friend’s husband had long been forbidden fruit, the sweetest kind. For whatever reason, it was hard to take her eyes from his swelling, throbbing member. Part of her wished she was the one tormenting him. Feeling disloyal to her Neal, Melissa finally, she made herself look away, though she kept sneaking peeks despite her best intentions.
The blond kept nibbling, like a bunny on a carrot, right be under his toes. Donovan’s laughter kept growing louder and louder, echoing off the walls in the small room he and Neal had been tied up in for so long. She seemed to know exactly how to work her teeth to torment him the most.
Lori watched in stunned amazement at what came next. The blond moved her teeth up to Donovan’s toes, forcing him to squirm even more. But she didn’t keep nibbling. Instead, she popped the entire toe in her mouth and gave it a firm suck.
“No,” Lori said again, but this time in a whisper barely audible. Her face was frozen in horror. She knew what sucking on Donovan’s toes did to him, and evidently, so did the blond.
Donovan moaned loudly as his eyes grew as large as saucers. It was like a nerve was connected that toe directly to his genitals! He tried to stifle his reaction, but it was so hard as the blond suck that toe several more times, then just moved on to the one next to it.
“Can’t cum, can’t cum, can’t cum,” the words ran through Donovan’s brain over and over again. As nice as it would be to close his eyes, pretend it was his wife doing the sucking and enjoy it, Donovan knew that path led to surrender. He couldn’t afford to give in to the pleasure!
Donovan was so absorbed by the toe sucking that he didn’t even notice the redhead who had been tormenting Neal. She came over to Donovan with a feather, one and stiff, and began flicking it under his balls.
The new tickling had Donovan completely overwhelmed. After all the teasing her had suffered through, his testicles were extra sensitive. He started bellowing as loud as he could, laughing with an intensity that was almost frightening to listen to.
Through it all, the blond kept sucking his toes. Now that Donovan couldn’t focus enough to try and block out that sensation, the pleasure coming from his feet seemed more intense then before. Worse, she was licking each toe, running her tongue up and down each shaft, while she sucked it in her hot little mouth.
And that feather! The soft plume dancing underneath Donovan’s testicles was more than he could bare! It was somehow mind-blowing tickling and pleasure at once! She’d glide it over his right testicle, down the line in the center of the sack, then up the left testicle. She repeated the pattern over and over again until Donovan was sure his lungs would explode with laughter.
Lori turned away at last. She couldn’t watch her husband suffering like that. It wasn’t fair! Only she should get to tie him up and stroke him like that. How long could he possibly hold out, anyways?
Then, at some wordless signal, the blond and the redhead switched roles. The blond returned to nibbling on the balls of Donovan’s feet, while the redhead started running the feather up and down Donovan’s penis.
The flip-flop completely destroyed Donovan. He had almost gotten a handle on the tickling coming from his testicles and the pleasure coming from his toes. Now it was reversed! The tickling on his feet, those white teeth scraping, scraping, scraping was maybe not quite as bad as the feather on his balls. But the feather on his shaft! Oh…Oh…ah .ah..aahah!!!
So soft, so soft up and down. It would have been impossible for Donovan to be any harder. Still, he could be his penis trying to swell even more. Something was building up. Up and down went the fethar, close to his the head, so close! HE couldn’t, couldn’t. AHHHHHH dead dogs, think dead dogs, old nuns, grandmaaaaa in the hospital!
NOOOOO It tickled, tickled on his feet! Blasting any images he tried to put in his brain! Lori, no he couldn’t…
It ended before Donovan exploded. Still he had been close, so close. His penis, mindless of the stakes involved, complained at the pleasure being removed. Exhausted and over stimulated, Donovan could only meet the stares of the blond and redhead, and their cocky arrogant looks.
“We could have had you,” those looks said, “You are just a weak little boy and we can take you any time our mistress lets us.”
And Donovan knew it was true.
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“Now, ladies,” the sexy female voice returned, “For the next contest, you will need to remove your blouses and your bras. You must be completely unclothed above the waist.” It was a sign of how much control that disembodied voice now had that both women started unbuttoning without a word of complaint. Lori was still feeling guilty about what her last failure had put Donovan through, and Melissa was just as determined not to let Neal suffer something like that even once.
Soon, both women were bare-chested. Melissa felt self-conscious, having her boobs so exposed, and was tempted to cover herself. One look at the screen, however, made that seem silly. How long had her Neal had his Penis visible to the world? And Donovan’s was not only out but had been stroked (to her secret delight)! Surely, if the guys could handle that without shame, she could put up with being topless!
Then, two wooden rods started descending from the ceiling suspended a chain on each end. The rods stopped when they were about six feet off the ground. At that point, the door to the room opened again, and the to brunettes entered.
“Now,” the voice continued, “You will grab onto your rod with both hands. While you do this, one of these women behind you shall tickle your armpits and ribs. As long you can endure this and hold onto the bar, your friend’s husband will be pleasured. Clearly, if you can hold on long enough, your friends husband could easily cum during this contest, leaving your partner free to go. However, the reverse is also true. The longer your friend holds on, the longer your husband is pleasured, and the greater chance he could spill his seed and become mine.”
“What if we both hold on?” Melissa asked, pretending not to look at Donovan’s still excited body.
“Then both men will cum. Only the one that ejaculates first, however, will stay as my slave.”
“That’s not fair!” Lori found the nerve to speak up, “Donovan is much…closer than Neal is It would be him for sure!”
“That is the way of this game,” the voice said without sympathy, “You can only hope Melissa gives up quickly so Donovan is sparred a long session. Both of you should know that the time for foreplay has ended. The…ministrations being performed on your spouses will only become more…difficult to ignore from this point onwards.”
Lori shook her head. A plan was starting to form in her head. Even if she wasn’t going to be the one tickling Melissa, maybe she could do something to guarantee her quick surrender anyway. It was Donovan’s only hope! Without another word, she stepped under one of the wooden bars and grabbed it. She shot Melissa an arrogant look, as if daring her to try and win again.
Melissa, held her head up high and grabbed the bar next to Lori. Confidence showed on her face as well. She wouldn’t have to endure much tickling before Donovan popped his cork! She was sure of it! And she really wanted to see that!
One brunette stood in front of Lori and the other in front of Melissa. Seeing them again without being driven crazy by having their feet tickled, the wives were startled to notice that the brunettes were twins! The strange women were identical, from their crooked smile to their long fingers, to the gleam in their hazel green eyes. Both wives suddenly got an even worse feeling about what was to happen.
Acting as one, both brunettes started flicking their long fingernails over Lori and Melissa’s underarms. Both ticklers managed to slip four fingers into the deep hollows, covering the soft skin with quick, soft flicks of their sharp nails. The wives immediately started laughing.
At that same moment the redhead and the blond started stroking Donovan’s and Neal’s male members with their long feathers. Although he had managed to back himself up from the very edge, Donovan was still very hard. The downy softness, moving up and down his rigid manhood, started that deep, throaty sound escaping from his lips again.
Neal, however, hadn’t been touched in a while. His blood had cooled, and penis was as soft as a marshmallow. The feathery tip gliding over his area tickled more than anything else. He started giggling, his lower pitched laughter becoming a baseline for the wives soaring soprano chuckles. It clearly wasn’t having the same effect on him as it was on Donovan.
“You’re right,” the brunette tickling Lori whispered in her ear, “There’s no way your man can hold out much longer. And there’s nothing you can do to help him.” She had pushed her fingertips into the center of Lori’s fleshier armpits, and was vibrating them quickly. Lori responded with wild cries, though her mind was clearly not on her own suffering.
“HE EHEH EHEH DOONNOOVAAANN HE EHEHEH HANNNNGGG HE EHEH ONNN HEH EHEHEHEHEH EHEHEH PLEEHEEHEHSSSEEEEE HEHEHE!!!!” She begged him through her high pitched squeals.
“Laugh for me precious,” the brunette kept taunting, “Laugh for me just like your precious husband will once he becomes our slave! I know he has ticklish ribs, just like you do!” She started moving her hands lower on Lori’s body, squeezing her ribs now, finding the right spot to slide her fingers into.”
“HEE EHEHEHEH WWOOONN’’TTTT HE EHEHEHEHEH HEHEH HEEE’’SSSSS MINE HE EHEHEHEHEH MINE MINE MINE HEH EHEH EHEHEEHEHEHEEH!!!!”
Donovan was moaning louder now. It seemed every stroke of the feather made his eyes want to roll backwards. Sweat was starting to roll down his face from the strain of resisting. He could feel the tide rising inside himself once more. This time it would surely spill over his banks. Then he’d be lost.
Neal, however, was just starting to get hard.
“Not unless your friend gives in real quick,” Lori’s tickler said softly. She had found a good spot at the bottom of both sides of Lori’s ribcage, and was gently drilling her index fingers there, making Lori laugh even harder.
Melissa didn’t look close to quitting. Her tickler was keeping her fingernails dancing around the edges of Melissa’s underarms. She had a slender frame, with deeper, less plump hollows, which didn‘t seem as sensitive. Her giggles were not nearly as out of control as her friends.
“Lori’s gonna lose her husband,” her brunette sang, emphasizing each beat in her song with a pinch of her rib cage, “Lori’s gonna lose…her HUSband!”
“HE EHEHEHEH GEEHEHEHEEETTT MEELLISSAAA AHAHAH AHA AHHAHAHAA GEEHEHEHEEETTT MEELLISSAAHAAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!!!! NAWWWTTT HER UNDERARMSS AH AHAHAHAHAHH NAWWTTTT THEREEREEEEE!!!!”
“She’s not ticklish there?” Lori’s tickler taunted, “Where should we get Melissa? Tell us?” Her hands moved lower on Lori’s body, tickling the sides of her stomach now, squeezing it like a bagpipe.
Oddly enough, Lori resisted the idea. She did happen to know her friends worst tickle spot, but she had sworn long ago not to reveal it or the story about the only time Melissa was ever tickled there. Lori didn’t want to betray that confidence. Besides, telling some strange woman your best friends weakest spot semmed like a scummy thing to do anyways! Lori shook her head, her hair waving around her rapidly reddening face. No!
But why was Melissa’s tickler still working on her armpits! They weren’t ticklish! If anything, Melissa’s laughter was lightening up as she was growing used to having that area of her body touched. What was going on?!
“Maybe she should tickle Melissa…here!” Lori’s tickler was now wiggling her fingers across her belly, spider crawling them closer and closer to her bellybutton. Lori just kept laughing louder and louder, desperately fighting the urge to lower her arms and defend herself.
“Not that it’s going to matter. You man is done.”
Squinting through the tears of her hysteria, Lori looked up at the screen again. The feathers were gone now, and both the blond and the redhead were running their fingers over Donovan’s and Neal’s penises. They were petting their man meat like they were a household pets, using a gentle but steady touch up and down the shaft.
Neal was having a hard enough time resisting the new tactic. He was rock hard, moaning and groaning. His eyes were shut tight as he tried to block out those sensations. Donovan wasn’t doing nearly as well. Strange animal noises were escaping his wide open lips, and a wild, frightened look was in his eyes. He reminded Lori of a seven year old about to have an accident in his pants.
“One good squeeze,” Lori’s tickler said, her fingers kneading Lori’s stomach muscles an inch from her bellybutton, “And he shoots. You know its true.”
Donovan was on the very edge. Each caress of the blond’s buttery soft fingers polishing his pink pole was overwhelming. He was going to cum He was going to cum! He knew it would be bad to do it, so bad, but he didn’t remember why. Part of it wanted it so bad! Only his wife’s laughter coming over the speakers made him resist. But GOD those fingers…OH MYYY!!
A war was being raged inside Lori, even as her body was being rocked by her own hysterical squeals. She didn’t want to betray Melissa! This secret one was the first, dearest most private secret they had shared! But if she didn’t, Donovan was going to erupt any second! He just couldn’t take those playful caresses on his manhood! Not after everything he’d been through! And why was Melissa’s tickler going so easy on her anyways? It…it…WASN”T FAIR! Not after…after Melissa had gotten her feet with that oil! GOD THAT HAD TICKLED!!! She deserved to suffer more. DESERVED IT!!!!
“HEHE EHEHEHEEHEH TICCKKKKKLLEEEE EHEH EHEHEHEHEH EHEH TICKKLLEEE EHEHEH HEERRRR HE HEHE HERRRR BOOOOOOBBBSSS HEHEHEH HERRRR BOOOOBBIIEEESSSS HEHEEHEHEHEH SHEHEHEHEHEH HATEESSS ITTT!!!!” Lori gasped in a last ditch effort to save Donovan.
Immediately, Melissa’s tickler moved her fingers to the bottoms of Melissa’s breasts. On the smallish size, only a B cup, Melissa’s boobs were firm and very sensitive. She exploded with laughter as soon as they were touched. The brunette’s fingertips barely grazed the smooth, hairless skin, but each inch they passed over sent Melissa into a frenzy.
“HE EHEH EHEHEHEHE YOOUUUUU HEH EHEHEHEH YOOOUUUU HEHE EHE EHEH TOLLLLLDDDDD!!!!!!! HEHE EHEHE EHEHEHEEH YOOOUUUUU TOLLLDDD HE EHEHEHEHEHE TRUSSTTEEDDDD YOOOOUUUU HE EHEHEEEHEHEHEHEHE!!!!” She shouted at her friend, feeling stabbed in the back. How could she?!
A finger in her bellybutton was now making Lori cackle just as hard as the oil on her feet. Even with Melissa now laughing almost as hard, it wasn’t enough. The look on Donovan’s face told her that her husband had only seconds left. His eyes were almost completely white as his pupils were far back in his head. She had to give up Melissa’s last secret or lose him forever.
“NAAWWOOOWOOOO HE EHEHEHEHEHEH NAWWWTT HEH EHEHEH NAWWTTTT ALLL HE EHEH OFFFFF HEHE EHEHH BOOOOBBBBIIIEEEE!!!!! HEHE EHEHEH HERRRRRR HEHEHHE NIPPPPPPPPPPPLLLLLEEEEEE HEH EHEHEHEHEHEH FEATHERRRRRR HEHE EHEHEHH ONNNN NIPPPLLLEEEE HEHE EHEHEEEHEHEH!!!!!!”
As if she had been anticipating Lori’s words, the brunette tickling Melissa suddenly had a feather in each hand, the fluffy ones that they had used to tickle both wives necks and ears earlier. This time, the brunette applied the very tip of the plume to each of Melissa’s nipples. Slightly larger than you would guess from her breast size, Melissa’s nipples were rock hard. The silky quills caressed the tender nubbins, driving Melissa out of her mind!
Her scream couldn’t have been louder if the brunette had set her breasts on fire! She bellowed while her nipples were fondled by wispy softness. She lasted one, two, three strokes before Melissa pulled her arms down and wrapped them tightly around her breasts. She had lost.
“Nice job,” Lori’s tickler whispered. Her wiggling fingers moved off of Lori’s bellybutton, closer to the sides of her stomach again. The tickling lessened slightly, allowing Lori to get a mouthful of air between her hysterical outbursts.
Lori felt guilty, but one quick look at Donovan on the screen served as more than her 30 pieces of silver. The blond had stopped touching his penis. Donovan looked so frustrated that he might chew through the thick leather holding his wrists and finish himself, but he was no immediate danger of climaxing. For the second time, her mate backed himself up from the edge of the abyss. Now, he could begin to get his libido in check.
Neal was not so lucky. The redhead squeezed the base of his penis and began using an even more devilish weapon on it than her fingers. She began to lick up and down his shaft with her red, hot tongue.
“Maybe you can win this, and keep your husband,” the brunette whispered in Lori’s ear. She seemed to be slowing down her tickles, letting Lori regain some of her strength.
Melissa quickly found that the shoe was now on the other foot. It was her husband who was on the verge of cumming and there was nothing she could do to help him. Neal’s penis was being licked like a popsicle. It wasn’t a true blowjob, but it was close enough to drive him mad with pleasure. And Donovan was now untouched.
Lori knew she was going to win. She was still laughing kind of intensely, but it was so much less than what she had already endured. She could hold onto the pole for hours like this.
“AHHHH …AHH..OHHH..AAHHHH” Neal groaned. The redhead was definitely talented. She was using the wide flat of her tongue, wrapping it around is penis as much as possible. He suddenly felt like the tootsie pop in that one commercial. How many licks would it take to get to the center of Neal? Not many.
As Melissa’s head cleared she wished she’d never told Lori about that drunken night she’d had in college with her freshman roommate! If only that girl hadn’t driven her crazy by licking her nipples, she’d have had no secret to confess to Lori in that game of truth or dare years ago. Then Melissa would still be holding onto that wooden rod, and Donovan would have long since shot his load!
All she could do was watch Lori’s tickle torture. Clearly the brunette was going to let Lori win by not tickling her hard. Maybe this entire thing had been a setup! If they’d started licking the men or at least the hand job, Donovan would have cum! Starting with the feather just gave Lori time to betray the secret. Well, she wasn’t going to let her husband be taken from her!
Neal strained at the leather straps holding him down. Every lick was so warm, so…so firm. There was something animal building up inside of him, a ferocious need! Eevry lick made him want this woman more, want inside her more! He hated the redhead, but if his arms were free, he was as likely to pull her on top of him, to ride her, as he was to push her way.
Melissa circled around behind Lori. Lori might not be hysterical, but she was being tickled enough to be unaware of her surroundings. Her tickler didn’t seem aware either. Only the brunette who had been tickling Melissa guessed her plan, but she only winked and made no move to stop her.
Lori was still wearing pants, but they were the kind only held up by an elastic waistband. There was no zipper or button. Melissa quickly pulled them down, exposing Lori’s bare legs. She then started tickling the tops of Lori’s thighs, wiggling her fingers in the crack formed where the legs met the body.
Lori shrieked at the top of her lungs, completely taken by surprise by the third and fourth hands assaulting her body. She tried to kick her legs, but Melissa had only pulled her pants down as far as Lori’s knees. They now tangled around her calves, restricting her movements. Lori couldn’t buck her legs with enough force to get her friend off her!
As if it had been prearranged, the brunette went back to tickling Lori’s bellybutton, slipping her index finger inside again, and wiggling. Lori howled! It was worse than her feet, worse than that time in high school, worse than the time Donovan had tickled her freshly shaved pussy! Caught in between to harsh tickles, she pulled her hands off the rod and pushed the brunette away. Then Lori turned on Melissa.
Spinning around, Lori reached out and started tickling Melissa’s ribs. She danced her fingers up and down her friends sides, pinching and poking, making her cry out in laughter.
“How dare heh heh you tickle me!” Lori cried, her voice still filled with giggles, “I’ll heh get you for that!” She kept was tickling the sides of Melissa’s bare stomach, the skin so warm and soft unneath her fingertips!
Melissa responded by reaching around Lori and raking her fingernails up and down her bare bottom. Weakened by the tickling, Lori collapsed onto Melissa, and both of them went to the ground. They started rolling around, each tickling any soft spot they could find on their opponent. The wives laughed and chortled as their fingers found weak spots on their friends body.
“Your HA AHA AHA not my AHAHAH friend!” Lori cackled, poking her fingers into Melissa’s hips!
“Who he eheheh ehehe WHOOO”D ehehEHeh wanntt you as heh ehehehehh a friend he eheh eheh yoououououooo JUDDASSSSSSAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!!!!” Melissa snapped back, laughing wildly while she wiggled her fingers over the backs of Lori’s knees.
After a few minutes tickling, the brunettes pulled Lori and Melissa off of each other. They had to get a good grip on their arms as both woman fought like mad to get back at their former friend.
“She can’t do that!” Lori screamed, “She can’t tickle me! That was against the rules! Only the one woman was supposed to tickle me! You cheater!”
“You betrayed me!” Melissa yelled back, “Telling them my worst tickle spot! Was that in the rules? Was it? Was it?”
“They are actually more guidelines than rules,” the disembodied female voice called out, loud enough to cut through the cacophony, “And if you two don’t stop, both Donovan and Neal will have to endure a penalty round.”
Knowing both their husbands to be still close to the edge, both wives did stop screaming at each other, though they shot each other evil looks and mouthed hateful words.
“Now then,” the voice continued in the silent room, “It is time to start round three. I think you two are going to like this one.” the tone was dripping with sarcasm. Both brunettes started running their hands together, faces full of glee. Now the fireworks would begin for real!
To be continued...
The blond came closer to his bound feet. At first, Lori thought she was going to attack them with her fingernails. If only. The strange woman bent down low and started nibbling on the balls of Donovan’s feet. He went nuts, laughing and screaming as her white teeth scraped the smooth balls of his feet.
Melissa tried to block out Donovan‘s screaming. She couldn‘t help but feel guilty. If she hadn‘t used that oil on Lori‘s feet, surely Donovan‘s feet would not now be being chewed on. Though if she hadn’t, it would be her beloved Neal up there, being tormented, maybe even forced to cum by a strange woman! No, it was better this way.
And an emotion stronger than guilt was building up inside Melissa as well. Never one for pornography, she could count on one hand the number of men she‘d seen naked. Now every time she looked at that huge screen, she saw every inch of Donovan’s naked body. Maybe it was the seven years of monogamy. Or it could have been her best friend’s husband had long been forbidden fruit, the sweetest kind. For whatever reason, it was hard to take her eyes from his swelling, throbbing member. Part of her wished she was the one tormenting him. Feeling disloyal to her Neal, Melissa finally, she made herself look away, though she kept sneaking peeks despite her best intentions.
The blond kept nibbling, like a bunny on a carrot, right be under his toes. Donovan’s laughter kept growing louder and louder, echoing off the walls in the small room he and Neal had been tied up in for so long. She seemed to know exactly how to work her teeth to torment him the most.
Lori watched in stunned amazement at what came next. The blond moved her teeth up to Donovan’s toes, forcing him to squirm even more. But she didn’t keep nibbling. Instead, she popped the entire toe in her mouth and gave it a firm suck.
“No,” Lori said again, but this time in a whisper barely audible. Her face was frozen in horror. She knew what sucking on Donovan’s toes did to him, and evidently, so did the blond.
Donovan moaned loudly as his eyes grew as large as saucers. It was like a nerve was connected that toe directly to his genitals! He tried to stifle his reaction, but it was so hard as the blond suck that toe several more times, then just moved on to the one next to it.
“Can’t cum, can’t cum, can’t cum,” the words ran through Donovan’s brain over and over again. As nice as it would be to close his eyes, pretend it was his wife doing the sucking and enjoy it, Donovan knew that path led to surrender. He couldn’t afford to give in to the pleasure!
Donovan was so absorbed by the toe sucking that he didn’t even notice the redhead who had been tormenting Neal. She came over to Donovan with a feather, one and stiff, and began flicking it under his balls.
The new tickling had Donovan completely overwhelmed. After all the teasing her had suffered through, his testicles were extra sensitive. He started bellowing as loud as he could, laughing with an intensity that was almost frightening to listen to.
Through it all, the blond kept sucking his toes. Now that Donovan couldn’t focus enough to try and block out that sensation, the pleasure coming from his feet seemed more intense then before. Worse, she was licking each toe, running her tongue up and down each shaft, while she sucked it in her hot little mouth.
And that feather! The soft plume dancing underneath Donovan’s testicles was more than he could bare! It was somehow mind-blowing tickling and pleasure at once! She’d glide it over his right testicle, down the line in the center of the sack, then up the left testicle. She repeated the pattern over and over again until Donovan was sure his lungs would explode with laughter.
Lori turned away at last. She couldn’t watch her husband suffering like that. It wasn’t fair! Only she should get to tie him up and stroke him like that. How long could he possibly hold out, anyways?
Then, at some wordless signal, the blond and the redhead switched roles. The blond returned to nibbling on the balls of Donovan’s feet, while the redhead started running the feather up and down Donovan’s penis.
The flip-flop completely destroyed Donovan. He had almost gotten a handle on the tickling coming from his testicles and the pleasure coming from his toes. Now it was reversed! The tickling on his feet, those white teeth scraping, scraping, scraping was maybe not quite as bad as the feather on his balls. But the feather on his shaft! Oh…Oh…ah .ah..aahah!!!
So soft, so soft up and down. It would have been impossible for Donovan to be any harder. Still, he could be his penis trying to swell even more. Something was building up. Up and down went the fethar, close to his the head, so close! HE couldn’t, couldn’t. AHHHHHH dead dogs, think dead dogs, old nuns, grandmaaaaa in the hospital!
NOOOOO It tickled, tickled on his feet! Blasting any images he tried to put in his brain! Lori, no he couldn’t…
It ended before Donovan exploded. Still he had been close, so close. His penis, mindless of the stakes involved, complained at the pleasure being removed. Exhausted and over stimulated, Donovan could only meet the stares of the blond and redhead, and their cocky arrogant looks.
“We could have had you,” those looks said, “You are just a weak little boy and we can take you any time our mistress lets us.”
And Donovan knew it was true.
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“Now, ladies,” the sexy female voice returned, “For the next contest, you will need to remove your blouses and your bras. You must be completely unclothed above the waist.” It was a sign of how much control that disembodied voice now had that both women started unbuttoning without a word of complaint. Lori was still feeling guilty about what her last failure had put Donovan through, and Melissa was just as determined not to let Neal suffer something like that even once.
Soon, both women were bare-chested. Melissa felt self-conscious, having her boobs so exposed, and was tempted to cover herself. One look at the screen, however, made that seem silly. How long had her Neal had his Penis visible to the world? And Donovan’s was not only out but had been stroked (to her secret delight)! Surely, if the guys could handle that without shame, she could put up with being topless!
Then, two wooden rods started descending from the ceiling suspended a chain on each end. The rods stopped when they were about six feet off the ground. At that point, the door to the room opened again, and the to brunettes entered.
“Now,” the voice continued, “You will grab onto your rod with both hands. While you do this, one of these women behind you shall tickle your armpits and ribs. As long you can endure this and hold onto the bar, your friend’s husband will be pleasured. Clearly, if you can hold on long enough, your friends husband could easily cum during this contest, leaving your partner free to go. However, the reverse is also true. The longer your friend holds on, the longer your husband is pleasured, and the greater chance he could spill his seed and become mine.”
“What if we both hold on?” Melissa asked, pretending not to look at Donovan’s still excited body.
“Then both men will cum. Only the one that ejaculates first, however, will stay as my slave.”
“That’s not fair!” Lori found the nerve to speak up, “Donovan is much…closer than Neal is It would be him for sure!”
“That is the way of this game,” the voice said without sympathy, “You can only hope Melissa gives up quickly so Donovan is sparred a long session. Both of you should know that the time for foreplay has ended. The…ministrations being performed on your spouses will only become more…difficult to ignore from this point onwards.”
Lori shook her head. A plan was starting to form in her head. Even if she wasn’t going to be the one tickling Melissa, maybe she could do something to guarantee her quick surrender anyway. It was Donovan’s only hope! Without another word, she stepped under one of the wooden bars and grabbed it. She shot Melissa an arrogant look, as if daring her to try and win again.
Melissa, held her head up high and grabbed the bar next to Lori. Confidence showed on her face as well. She wouldn’t have to endure much tickling before Donovan popped his cork! She was sure of it! And she really wanted to see that!
One brunette stood in front of Lori and the other in front of Melissa. Seeing them again without being driven crazy by having their feet tickled, the wives were startled to notice that the brunettes were twins! The strange women were identical, from their crooked smile to their long fingers, to the gleam in their hazel green eyes. Both wives suddenly got an even worse feeling about what was to happen.
Acting as one, both brunettes started flicking their long fingernails over Lori and Melissa’s underarms. Both ticklers managed to slip four fingers into the deep hollows, covering the soft skin with quick, soft flicks of their sharp nails. The wives immediately started laughing.
At that same moment the redhead and the blond started stroking Donovan’s and Neal’s male members with their long feathers. Although he had managed to back himself up from the very edge, Donovan was still very hard. The downy softness, moving up and down his rigid manhood, started that deep, throaty sound escaping from his lips again.
Neal, however, hadn’t been touched in a while. His blood had cooled, and penis was as soft as a marshmallow. The feathery tip gliding over his area tickled more than anything else. He started giggling, his lower pitched laughter becoming a baseline for the wives soaring soprano chuckles. It clearly wasn’t having the same effect on him as it was on Donovan.
“You’re right,” the brunette tickling Lori whispered in her ear, “There’s no way your man can hold out much longer. And there’s nothing you can do to help him.” She had pushed her fingertips into the center of Lori’s fleshier armpits, and was vibrating them quickly. Lori responded with wild cries, though her mind was clearly not on her own suffering.
“HE EHEH EHEH DOONNOOVAAANN HE EHEHEH HANNNNGGG HE EHEH ONNN HEH EHEHEHEHEH EHEHEH PLEEHEEHEHSSSEEEEE HEHEHE!!!!” She begged him through her high pitched squeals.
“Laugh for me precious,” the brunette kept taunting, “Laugh for me just like your precious husband will once he becomes our slave! I know he has ticklish ribs, just like you do!” She started moving her hands lower on Lori’s body, squeezing her ribs now, finding the right spot to slide her fingers into.”
“HEE EHEHEHEH WWOOONN’’TTTT HE EHEHEHEHEH HEHEH HEEE’’SSSSS MINE HE EHEHEHEHEH MINE MINE MINE HEH EHEH EHEHEEHEHEHEEH!!!!”
Donovan was moaning louder now. It seemed every stroke of the feather made his eyes want to roll backwards. Sweat was starting to roll down his face from the strain of resisting. He could feel the tide rising inside himself once more. This time it would surely spill over his banks. Then he’d be lost.
Neal, however, was just starting to get hard.
“Not unless your friend gives in real quick,” Lori’s tickler said softly. She had found a good spot at the bottom of both sides of Lori’s ribcage, and was gently drilling her index fingers there, making Lori laugh even harder.
Melissa didn’t look close to quitting. Her tickler was keeping her fingernails dancing around the edges of Melissa’s underarms. She had a slender frame, with deeper, less plump hollows, which didn‘t seem as sensitive. Her giggles were not nearly as out of control as her friends.
“Lori’s gonna lose her husband,” her brunette sang, emphasizing each beat in her song with a pinch of her rib cage, “Lori’s gonna lose…her HUSband!”
“HE EHEHEHEH GEEHEHEHEEETTT MEELLISSAAA AHAHAH AHA AHHAHAHAA GEEHEHEHEEETTT MEELLISSAAHAAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!!!! NAWWWTTT HER UNDERARMSS AH AHAHAHAHAHH NAWWTTTT THEREEREEEEE!!!!”
“She’s not ticklish there?” Lori’s tickler taunted, “Where should we get Melissa? Tell us?” Her hands moved lower on Lori’s body, tickling the sides of her stomach now, squeezing it like a bagpipe.
Oddly enough, Lori resisted the idea. She did happen to know her friends worst tickle spot, but she had sworn long ago not to reveal it or the story about the only time Melissa was ever tickled there. Lori didn’t want to betray that confidence. Besides, telling some strange woman your best friends weakest spot semmed like a scummy thing to do anyways! Lori shook her head, her hair waving around her rapidly reddening face. No!
But why was Melissa’s tickler still working on her armpits! They weren’t ticklish! If anything, Melissa’s laughter was lightening up as she was growing used to having that area of her body touched. What was going on?!
“Maybe she should tickle Melissa…here!” Lori’s tickler was now wiggling her fingers across her belly, spider crawling them closer and closer to her bellybutton. Lori just kept laughing louder and louder, desperately fighting the urge to lower her arms and defend herself.
“Not that it’s going to matter. You man is done.”
Squinting through the tears of her hysteria, Lori looked up at the screen again. The feathers were gone now, and both the blond and the redhead were running their fingers over Donovan’s and Neal’s penises. They were petting their man meat like they were a household pets, using a gentle but steady touch up and down the shaft.
Neal was having a hard enough time resisting the new tactic. He was rock hard, moaning and groaning. His eyes were shut tight as he tried to block out those sensations. Donovan wasn’t doing nearly as well. Strange animal noises were escaping his wide open lips, and a wild, frightened look was in his eyes. He reminded Lori of a seven year old about to have an accident in his pants.
“One good squeeze,” Lori’s tickler said, her fingers kneading Lori’s stomach muscles an inch from her bellybutton, “And he shoots. You know its true.”
Donovan was on the very edge. Each caress of the blond’s buttery soft fingers polishing his pink pole was overwhelming. He was going to cum He was going to cum! He knew it would be bad to do it, so bad, but he didn’t remember why. Part of it wanted it so bad! Only his wife’s laughter coming over the speakers made him resist. But GOD those fingers…OH MYYY!!
A war was being raged inside Lori, even as her body was being rocked by her own hysterical squeals. She didn’t want to betray Melissa! This secret one was the first, dearest most private secret they had shared! But if she didn’t, Donovan was going to erupt any second! He just couldn’t take those playful caresses on his manhood! Not after everything he’d been through! And why was Melissa’s tickler going so easy on her anyways? It…it…WASN”T FAIR! Not after…after Melissa had gotten her feet with that oil! GOD THAT HAD TICKLED!!! She deserved to suffer more. DESERVED IT!!!!
“HEHE EHEHEHEEHEH TICCKKKKKLLEEEE EHEH EHEHEHEHEH EHEH TICKKLLEEE EHEHEH HEERRRR HE HEHE HERRRR BOOOOOOBBBSSS HEHEHEH HERRRR BOOOOBBIIEEESSSS HEHEEHEHEHEH SHEHEHEHEHEH HATEESSS ITTT!!!!” Lori gasped in a last ditch effort to save Donovan.
Immediately, Melissa’s tickler moved her fingers to the bottoms of Melissa’s breasts. On the smallish size, only a B cup, Melissa’s boobs were firm and very sensitive. She exploded with laughter as soon as they were touched. The brunette’s fingertips barely grazed the smooth, hairless skin, but each inch they passed over sent Melissa into a frenzy.
“HE EHEH EHEHEHEHE YOOUUUUU HEH EHEHEHEH YOOOUUUU HEHE EHE EHEH TOLLLLLDDDDD!!!!!!! HEHE EHEHE EHEHEHEEH YOOOUUUUU TOLLLDDD HE EHEHEHEHEHE TRUSSTTEEDDDD YOOOOUUUU HE EHEHEEEHEHEHEHEHE!!!!” She shouted at her friend, feeling stabbed in the back. How could she?!
A finger in her bellybutton was now making Lori cackle just as hard as the oil on her feet. Even with Melissa now laughing almost as hard, it wasn’t enough. The look on Donovan’s face told her that her husband had only seconds left. His eyes were almost completely white as his pupils were far back in his head. She had to give up Melissa’s last secret or lose him forever.
“NAAWWOOOWOOOO HE EHEHEHEHEHEH NAWWWTT HEH EHEHEH NAWWTTTT ALLL HE EHEH OFFFFF HEHE EHEHH BOOOOBBBBIIIEEEE!!!!! HEHE EHEHEH HERRRRRR HEHEHHE NIPPPPPPPPPPPLLLLLEEEEEE HEH EHEHEHEHEHEH FEATHERRRRRR HEHE EHEHEHH ONNNN NIPPPLLLEEEE HEHE EHEHEEEHEHEH!!!!!!”
As if she had been anticipating Lori’s words, the brunette tickling Melissa suddenly had a feather in each hand, the fluffy ones that they had used to tickle both wives necks and ears earlier. This time, the brunette applied the very tip of the plume to each of Melissa’s nipples. Slightly larger than you would guess from her breast size, Melissa’s nipples were rock hard. The silky quills caressed the tender nubbins, driving Melissa out of her mind!
Her scream couldn’t have been louder if the brunette had set her breasts on fire! She bellowed while her nipples were fondled by wispy softness. She lasted one, two, three strokes before Melissa pulled her arms down and wrapped them tightly around her breasts. She had lost.
“Nice job,” Lori’s tickler whispered. Her wiggling fingers moved off of Lori’s bellybutton, closer to the sides of her stomach again. The tickling lessened slightly, allowing Lori to get a mouthful of air between her hysterical outbursts.
Lori felt guilty, but one quick look at Donovan on the screen served as more than her 30 pieces of silver. The blond had stopped touching his penis. Donovan looked so frustrated that he might chew through the thick leather holding his wrists and finish himself, but he was no immediate danger of climaxing. For the second time, her mate backed himself up from the edge of the abyss. Now, he could begin to get his libido in check.
Neal was not so lucky. The redhead squeezed the base of his penis and began using an even more devilish weapon on it than her fingers. She began to lick up and down his shaft with her red, hot tongue.
“Maybe you can win this, and keep your husband,” the brunette whispered in Lori’s ear. She seemed to be slowing down her tickles, letting Lori regain some of her strength.
Melissa quickly found that the shoe was now on the other foot. It was her husband who was on the verge of cumming and there was nothing she could do to help him. Neal’s penis was being licked like a popsicle. It wasn’t a true blowjob, but it was close enough to drive him mad with pleasure. And Donovan was now untouched.
Lori knew she was going to win. She was still laughing kind of intensely, but it was so much less than what she had already endured. She could hold onto the pole for hours like this.
“AHHHH …AHH..OHHH..AAHHHH” Neal groaned. The redhead was definitely talented. She was using the wide flat of her tongue, wrapping it around is penis as much as possible. He suddenly felt like the tootsie pop in that one commercial. How many licks would it take to get to the center of Neal? Not many.
As Melissa’s head cleared she wished she’d never told Lori about that drunken night she’d had in college with her freshman roommate! If only that girl hadn’t driven her crazy by licking her nipples, she’d have had no secret to confess to Lori in that game of truth or dare years ago. Then Melissa would still be holding onto that wooden rod, and Donovan would have long since shot his load!
All she could do was watch Lori’s tickle torture. Clearly the brunette was going to let Lori win by not tickling her hard. Maybe this entire thing had been a setup! If they’d started licking the men or at least the hand job, Donovan would have cum! Starting with the feather just gave Lori time to betray the secret. Well, she wasn’t going to let her husband be taken from her!
Neal strained at the leather straps holding him down. Every lick was so warm, so…so firm. There was something animal building up inside of him, a ferocious need! Eevry lick made him want this woman more, want inside her more! He hated the redhead, but if his arms were free, he was as likely to pull her on top of him, to ride her, as he was to push her way.
Melissa circled around behind Lori. Lori might not be hysterical, but she was being tickled enough to be unaware of her surroundings. Her tickler didn’t seem aware either. Only the brunette who had been tickling Melissa guessed her plan, but she only winked and made no move to stop her.
Lori was still wearing pants, but they were the kind only held up by an elastic waistband. There was no zipper or button. Melissa quickly pulled them down, exposing Lori’s bare legs. She then started tickling the tops of Lori’s thighs, wiggling her fingers in the crack formed where the legs met the body.
Lori shrieked at the top of her lungs, completely taken by surprise by the third and fourth hands assaulting her body. She tried to kick her legs, but Melissa had only pulled her pants down as far as Lori’s knees. They now tangled around her calves, restricting her movements. Lori couldn’t buck her legs with enough force to get her friend off her!
As if it had been prearranged, the brunette went back to tickling Lori’s bellybutton, slipping her index finger inside again, and wiggling. Lori howled! It was worse than her feet, worse than that time in high school, worse than the time Donovan had tickled her freshly shaved pussy! Caught in between to harsh tickles, she pulled her hands off the rod and pushed the brunette away. Then Lori turned on Melissa.
Spinning around, Lori reached out and started tickling Melissa’s ribs. She danced her fingers up and down her friends sides, pinching and poking, making her cry out in laughter.
“How dare heh heh you tickle me!” Lori cried, her voice still filled with giggles, “I’ll heh get you for that!” She kept was tickling the sides of Melissa’s bare stomach, the skin so warm and soft unneath her fingertips!
Melissa responded by reaching around Lori and raking her fingernails up and down her bare bottom. Weakened by the tickling, Lori collapsed onto Melissa, and both of them went to the ground. They started rolling around, each tickling any soft spot they could find on their opponent. The wives laughed and chortled as their fingers found weak spots on their friends body.
“Your HA AHA AHA not my AHAHAH friend!” Lori cackled, poking her fingers into Melissa’s hips!
“Who he eheheh ehehe WHOOO”D ehehEHeh wanntt you as heh ehehehehh a friend he eheh eheh yoououououooo JUDDASSSSSSAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!!!!” Melissa snapped back, laughing wildly while she wiggled her fingers over the backs of Lori’s knees.
After a few minutes tickling, the brunettes pulled Lori and Melissa off of each other. They had to get a good grip on their arms as both woman fought like mad to get back at their former friend.
“She can’t do that!” Lori screamed, “She can’t tickle me! That was against the rules! Only the one woman was supposed to tickle me! You cheater!”
“You betrayed me!” Melissa yelled back, “Telling them my worst tickle spot! Was that in the rules? Was it? Was it?”
“They are actually more guidelines than rules,” the disembodied female voice called out, loud enough to cut through the cacophony, “And if you two don’t stop, both Donovan and Neal will have to endure a penalty round.”
Knowing both their husbands to be still close to the edge, both wives did stop screaming at each other, though they shot each other evil looks and mouthed hateful words.
“Now then,” the voice continued in the silent room, “It is time to start round three. I think you two are going to like this one.” the tone was dripping with sarcasm. Both brunettes started running their hands together, faces full of glee. Now the fireworks would begin for real!
To be continued...
Part 3 is greatly anticipated. 
