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Not long ago, I watched the movie ”Sirens” on TV, and it fascinated me instantly. So many direct and subtle hints at tickling, and three brief real tickling scenes! The Muse of Literature appeared beside me unexpectedly, and she kissed me, inspiring me to write my own ticklish version of the movie.
Many dialogues and scenes are taken directly from the original movie. I just changed the names and adapted the scenes for the pleasure of all lovers of erotic tickling. Enjoy!
Sirens (my version)
Somewhere in Australia, in the spring of 1923. Vicar Malcolm Adams tried to read a few pages from the Holy Book while the train car shuddered and bumped its way along the iron path through the wonderful wilderness of New South Wales. Unlike usually, he felt it very hard to concentrate on his spiritual lecture. His mind kept wandering to the enormously difficult task the Bishop had burdened him with: He was to convince the infamous painter Norman Lindsay to withdraw one of his most blasphemous pictures from a planned exhibition. The artist had possessed the temerity to paint a nude woman tied to a cross, her head adorned with a crown of thorns like Jesus, an unheard-of sacrilege which upset not only the clerical circles.
Lindsay was said to live in a sprawling house in the middle of nowhere, together with his wife and three concubines who acted as his models and Muses at the same time. Rumors told the story of endless lascivious, sinful orgies, and the painter was a known atheist. It would be almost impossible for a young clergyman to influence him, yet this was what the Bishop expected him, Vicar Adams, to do.
Lost in thoughts, his eyes wandered over to his lovely wife Stella, who occupied the seat opposite to him. She seemed to have dozed off from the monotonous clack-clack of the rails. Her sleep face was so peaceful and pretty in her childlike innocence, and her body so beautiful, dressed in light but modest summer clothes. He hoped that the sinful, blasphemous atmosphere at the painter’s home wouldn’t upset her too much. Automatically his mind began to imagine how she would react if they witnessed one of the orgies. But certainly the painter possessed enough common sense to behave properly when a clergyman was present. Or would he…?
Day 1
In late afternoon, the Vicar and his wife arrived at Lindsay’s home, which turned out to be a large colonial mansion with several farm buildings around. Lindsay greeted them a bit frostily, but the painter’s wife made them feel at home. They were shown to the guest lodgings in an adjacent building. The long journey had left them dusty and rumpled, so they freshened up a bit before dinner.
The expected concubines weren’t around when the couple had arrived, but they sat at the dinner table. Lindsay introduced them: “These are my models, Prish the Invincible, Julia the Lewd, and the youngest is Glenna the Vulnerable. You’ll soon find out what earned them their labels… But they aren’t merely pretty things who stand still for hours while I paint them; no, they are an inexhaustible source of inspiration for my artwork as well.” All were dressed in rather gaudy, gypsy-style clothes, and their manner seemed quite appalling to the Vicar and his wife. Especially Julia kept them shocked with her utterly vulgar statements about sexuality, and her blatant admiration of sensual pleasures. Prish crossed philosophical swords with the Vicar in a heated debate about religion and the church, her views openly socialistic and hostile towards the contemporary establishment. Only Glenna remained a bit shy and taciturn, although she had a strange gleam in her eyes whenever she watched the Vicar or his wife.
The after-dinner conversation turned to the subject of Lindsay’s artwork. Some would call it “Erotic Painting”, but to Vicar Adams they were nothing but rather obscene pornography, some of them highly blasphemous. Lindsay countered that he shared his style with many famous painters like Rubens, and his scenes were solely based on ancient Greek and Roman myths.
Julia interrupted with one of her usual saucy comments: “Obviously our dear Vicar doesn’t understand the difference between sexuality and sensuality, does he? But we aren’t sex objects for Norman, we are his objets d’art. Although it makes me feel quite sexual sometimes, when I watch the artist’s brush painting my sexy nude body on the canvas. It almost feels as if the bristles touched my own, sensitive skin…” Grinning broadly, Prish added: “…and how the bristles make you giggle and squirm! You like that ticklish feeling, don’t you, Julia?” Glenna blushed and giggled nervously. Julia noticed it and remarked: “Oh, but I’m not half as ticklish as poor Glenna-darling. Hey Prish, we should use HER as a canvas sometime real soon!” Glenna shook her head in shock. Nobody noticed Stella’s curious glances though…
Lindsay broke the spell and said: “Why don’t you come out at midnight and see my angelic nymphs in full moon, then you’ll see what I mean by ‘antique themes’. Oh don’t worry, they will be adequately costumed, not nude,” he added as he saw the Vicar’s shocked face.
Vicar Adams and Lindsay continued their vivacious discussions, while the women retired. Shortly before midnight, Adams came to his room where Stella was reading in bed. She donned a dressing-gown, and they went outside for the ‘show’.
They held their breath at the scenery in the garden: Surrounded by antique sculptures of nymphs and goddesses, some of them spewing water into small fountains, three angelic creatures dressed in white swayed back and forth on three swings. The costumes were made of sheer, almost translucent silk, and the angels’ swinging bare feet enhanced the impression of supernatural beauty. Flower wreaths adorned the nymphs’ long hair which was flowing freely with their motions. The silver moonlight poured an eerie, almost surreal shine over the mystical scene, transporting the beholders to the myths of Arcadia.
The serenity of this setting produced a smile even on the ever-so-stern Vicar’s face, and Stella seemed to have fallen into a half-trance, dreaming with open eyes. She wanted to stay a little longer when Adams and Lindsay proposed to go back, and the painter smirked: “But beware, these nymphs can be quite nasty, too!” Then he took the Vicar’s arm and led him into the house, leaving the transfixed Stella alone.
The girls didn’t notice Stella who was standing in the shadow of a bush, and once they felt unobserved, they transformed to their real self: Prish remarked saucily on Julia’s comments during dinner, but the tall beauty just laughed: “I just wanted to shock the hoity-toity Vicar and his rather mousy wife. It worked on the man, but did you notice the look on the woman’s face? Precious! I bet that a lot of unsatisfied lust is lurking behind that demure surface!” Prish grinned: “We should tickle those evil lusts out of her, don’t you think so? Just as we will tickle yours out right now!” She jumped off her swing and got hold of the screaming girl’s bare feet, tickling them with the free hand. Glenna couldn’t help giggling as she watched Julia getting tormented the same way that she had suffered from so frequently before. “Help me, Glenna!” Julia cried out in her desperate laughter, but the sweet blond youngster replied: “I think I’d rather help Prish to pay back for your incessant picking on me!” She, too, jumped off her swing and got behind Julia, her fingers sneaking out to grab the ribs and tummy through the flimsy silk. Soon the squirming and guffawing caused Julia to fall off the swing, halfway over Prish and Glenna, and immediately a wild, unrestrained threesome tickle fight was under way.
Stella in the shadows had blushed deeply when they had talked about her innermost feelings, but as the tickling went on, she watched in utter fascination. A strange, previously unknown warmth spread within her lower tummy, her soles began to tingle as if ants were crawling in her shoes as she watched the foot tickling, and she almost felt Glenna’s fingers on her own ribs. Never before had she noticed that tickling had such an effect on her, but that scenery seemed to have opened a door, unlocking shocking desires.
That night, she dreamt about the moonlit nymphs, then suddenly they sprouted horns and became devious demons, tickle-torturing her helpless body incessantly. The demons wore the faces of lovely Julia, of the sadistic Prish, and the oh-so-sweet Glenna. And the longer the dream continued, the more she loved it…
Day 2
Stella awoke curiously refreshed, but still somewhat dizzy. To her utter horror, she found her right hand inside her own panty, and it was still a bit moist. She felt guilty, like some cheap slut. During breakfast, she avoided her husband’s eyes. She drank just a cup of tea, ate nothing, and went for a morning swim to clear her head.
Julia and Prish were already splashing around in the nearby lake, completely nude! Glenna just joined them, but at least she was dressed in one of the now fashionable swimsuits, similar to the one which Stella wore under her bathrobe. The three girls giggled and horsed around in the water in a silly mood. Suddenly a young, muscular man approached the lake: Billy, Lindsay’s stable-man. Stella remembered the painter mentioning that he was almost blind, as a result of a boxing match.
Unabashed, Julia and Prish tempted him into the water to have fun with them, but Glenna protested vehemently. But Billy just shook his head, washed his face and upper body, and went away again. Prish just shrugged and said: “He wouldn’t even notice our nudity, he can’t see us anyway!” Glenna shouted on: “You’re both so vulgar and shameless, how could you try to seduce him!” Julia grinned: “Admit it, Glenna-darling, you’ve got a crush on him. Would you like him to lick your bellybutton? Or even a bit lower?”
Quite shocked, Stella put her bathrobe back on and went back to the house. She could hear Prish say: “Where does she go?” The youngster replied: “Now you’ve scared her away. She must think we’re - aheee!” Against her will, Stella whirled around to see Prish and Julia attack Glenna with their fingers, tickling her neck and tummy, the girl screaming and trying futilely to protect herself. Hurriedly, Stella rushed back to the house as she felt her strange emotions return.
After lunch, the Vicar and Stella joined Lindsay on the terrace. The men renewed their endless discussion, this time over Atlantis, while Stella read a book. The three girls lay on a blanket nearby, on the lawn. They chatted inconsequentially for a while, but then Julia got the strange gleam in her eyes again. Suddenly she said: “Now Prish, look what’s going to happen to Glenna’s skin in a moment…” Glenna frowned and retorted: “Don’t you dare, Julia! You must not do that!”
Julia just smirked and continued: “One of these days, we’ll tie you down, and we’ll tickle you. We’ll tickle you everywhere, over and over and over!” - “No you won’t!” - “See? She’s getting goosebumps on her legs at the mere thought already! And do you know who else will tickle you?” - “You really must be quiet now!” protested Glenna, blushing deeply and playing with her long golden braids. But Julia talked on, unperturbed: “HE will tickle you off as well!”, nodding her head in Billy’s direction. - “Not true!” - “He’ll tickle you - there”, poking Glenna’s waist with a pencil. Glenna squealed hysterically. “And if she gets tickled long enough, she’ll squirt her inside out, in all directions…”
All the while, the painter and his guests listened to this lewd talk, Stella trying to hide her eyes beneath her wide-brimmed hat, and drumming nervously on her book with her fingers. Lindsay and the Vicar just smiled.
Prish took over the conversation: “And when men watch this kind of tickling, they can stay hard for the whole night. There are islands in the Pacific where the women gang together and tie their men up, then they hold down one girl and tickle her till she squirts. Their men get so hard that the women can hang heavy pearl chains and clothes on their erections!” Glenna giggled in embarrassment and asked incredulously: “But doesn’t that hurt?” - “Oh yes, excruciatingly…” Julia had one of her obscene comments ready again. “Judging from the horny girl’s look, you could hang something from her swollen pubic mound right now!” Glenna turned around in disgust: “No! My Venus hill is still virginal and pure, unlike yours!”
Later in the evening, well after dinner, Stella went outside to get some fresh air before going to bed, Aimlessly, she strolled around the house when she suddenly heard strange noises from the rather run-down hay barn. As she came nearer, she could hear the three girls giggle and chat merrily. Quite curious, she peeked through one of the broken windows.
Inside, the nymphs were playing a game of cards. Julia and Prish were bare-breasted, but they still had their wide gypsy skirts and their shoes on. Glenna only wore her corset and panties, along with her shoes. This game must have funny rules, mused Stella. Just then Julia lay down her last card, and her cheers left no doubt that she had won that round. “Oh goody-good”, Glenna commented happily, clapping her hands in excitement. “Now Prish lost a piece of her garment, and Julia will take it off! What should she remove, Prish?” The loser replied: “Take my panties off, they’re pinching me anyway.” Julia grinned broadly and started to finger her way under Prish’s skirt, making sure that her thighs got some good tickles on the way. Prish bit her lower lip and tried to withhold the guffaws that welled up inside her, but she only giggled a bit. Her strength vanished immediately when Julia’s fingers tickled the hip area, trying to find the waistband. “Watch out, I’m so ticklish there,” Prish uttered amidst her loud laughter and squirming. “Oh, just hold still, the sooner it’s over,” smirked Julia. Glenna giggled, too, at Prish’s shattering resistance.
This went on for a few minutes until Julia finally held up Prish’s precious panties, quite triumphantly. “And now: the next round”, she smiled.” I wonder what our pristine princess will chose when it’s her turn again: Would she rather cover her nipples and her modesty, still concealed by corset and underpants, or will she dare to lose protection of her incredibly ticklish feet?” - “Oh shut up and deal the deck, will you?” Glenna retorted, but with an embarrassed smile. “I should never have consented to that silly, smutty game!”
The game went on, and this time Glenna won, whereas lovely Julia lost. “Okay, my panties have gone earlier, so you may remove my shoes now,” the loser said with a pout. “But remember: Everything you do to me will be paid back in spades!” Glenna shivered, but then she started to unbuckle Julia’s clunky shoes. “You’d do so anyway, whatever I’ll do to you,” she shrugged.
When both shoes were gone, Glenna placed Julia’s bare feet securely in her lap, holding them down with a tight nelson around the ankles. Then all five fingers of her free hand started to crawl over the high arches, and Julia screamed out in tormented laughter. She tried to struggle away from the nimble fingertips, but Glenna was stronger than her looks suggested. The tickling made Julia writhe about helplessly, clawing the hay around her in utter desperation. Then unexpectedly, Prish’s hands sneaked up Glenna’s ribs from behind, and she grinned: “Now you overdid it, princess, and you will pay!” Glenna shrieked and fought back, Julia joining in the tickle-wrestling match. All of them got their share, but Glenna as the most ticklish one was at a clear disadvantage and no match for the two older girls.
Stella had watched this game in the same state of excitement as the night before, and once more her wanton emotions returned in strength, weakening her knees and making her hands tremble. Her urge to participate somehow was infinitely more intense than before, and she felt that these girls had brought out all her innermost secret desires. But suddenly, she heard a sound from the nearby terrace. Lindsay was sitting there, and he had just swatted a fly that molested him. Frightened that he might have seen her, Stella hurried back to the guest house. She didn’t notice the knowing smile on the painter’s face.
Day 3
Next morning, Lindsay showed them his place of work for the first time: his studio, in what seemed to be an old part of the original farm. Just one large room, stocked with several easels, dozens of finished and unfinished paintings, a huge load of artist’s brushes and masonry tools, a few pedestals, and a mixture of different decoration items. Vicar Adams took his time to see all the paintings, sometimes commenting with a disapproving noise, or complimenting on others, less obscene ones.
Some of his earlier pictures had only one model in them: Lindsay’s wife, easily to be recognized by her kind face and her rubenesque stature. The painter explained that he had started out with her as his only model, but later she became too busy with the kids. Most of his later work depicted his 3 Muses in various combinations.
Stella watched the pictures in a mixture of fascination and guilt, as many of them showed nude female bodies. She would never be able to pose nude for a painter, she knew. But simultaneously, she secretly admired the nymphs’ beauty and courage. Her dreams had visited her as the night before, only they had revolved about the lewd card game. She had actually dreamt to be one of the players, and once more she had woken up filled with guilty feelings when Julia took away her panties.
As if she had conjured up the girls by thinking of them, they appeared in the studio, shedding all their clothes instantly to pose for another painting. But Lindsay wanted to show something new to his guests: “Today, I’ll perform a very special art: With my paintbrush, I will transform one of my models into a statue of an ancient Greek nymph. Prish, it’s your turn. Glenna and Julia, you’ll help me: Hold her arms spread wide apart.” Prish blushed and hugged her upper body with her arms, but she didn’t resist or protest.
The protests came from the Vicar: “You just cannot perform your obscene ‘art’ in front of my dear wife and me! Do this when we’re away!” Lindsay shrugged. “You’re free to leave my studio anytime you wish, but you will not disturb my work.” Huffing and puffing, Vicar Adams left, the reluctant Stella in his tow. “Come on, darling,” he said, “Mrs. Lindsay will drive us to town where we can inquire for the next train.”
Outside the studio, Stella pretended to feel unwell because of all the excitations, and asked to be left alone in her room. “Oh poor Stella darling, I was afraid that all this would be too much for you. Alright, take a healthy nap or a walk, whatever you need to get better. I’ll be back for dinner. Don’t worry, we’ll leave this cesspit of sins as soon as possible.” Stella didn’t want to leave at all, but she just hugged her husband and thanked him for his understanding.
As soon as he had left, she sneaked back to the studio to watch the body painting. Prish was standing in the center of the room, Julia and Glenna holding her arms apart in a vise. Her legs were already colored in various shades of gray, resembling the granite structure of the sculptures in Lindsay’s garden. Now the beautiful, dark-haired model tried to suppress a giggle as the painter’s brush fluttered over her stomach area. Yet, a sweet-sounding “hmmmpff!” escaped from her full lips from time to time.
The other two girls fastened their grip of Prish’s hands when the titillating instrument approached her sides. The poor girl’s mental defenses ceased to dominate the ticklish sensations, and her giggles started to pearl out freely. Stella could see her twitching tummy muscles, and involuntarily she began to giggle as well.
This drew Lindsay’s attention to her. He smiled quite friendly, but offered no comment. Instead, he asked Prish: “I wonder if you’re really strong enough to restrain yourself now, when I touch your underarms? Remember, you’re the ‘Invincible’! No chance for little Glenna, she would have fainted already at this point.” Julia remarked: “Or climaxed, more probably…” Both Glenna and Stella blushed.
“Perhaps it would be easier for you to bear if the girls tickled you there for a little while before I start painting?” Lindsay grinned, and handed the other two a dry paintbrush each. “Noooo!” protested Prish, but it was too late. Her deafening guffaws rang out as Julia and Glenna tickle-tortured her from both sides simultaneously. After two minutes of writhing and giggling and squirming, she finally managed to get out of her tormentors’ grip. She was granted a short break to calm down, but now the armpit painting started for real. Astonishingly, she managed to control most of herself again; only the giggling never ceased.
Stella’s skin was tingling again, but she forced herself to stay and watch. Lindsay was a quick worker, and just a few girlishly giggling minutes later he proceeded to the next body part: Prish’s full but pert breasts. The brushing touch on the underside elicited more ticklish snickers, but when the bristles arrived at the already slightly engorged nipples, the sound changed to a soft, sensual mewing. Lindsay lingered much longer than necessary at this relatively small area, clearly enjoying Prish’s reaction. Finally, he remarked in badly pretended surprise: “Oh, we forgot her pubic mound. Wait a little, my darling, I’ll clean it with a dry brush first!”
With admirable self-control, Stella had managed to stand still for all the previously administered lascivious ongoings, but the touching of a woman’s most intimate regions was too much for her, and she fled, deploying a rather red face. Her puritan upbringing prevented her from overcoming the qualms of her prudish inner self. She called herself stupid; maybe she had just missed her only opportunity in lifetime to watch a woman in ecstasy. She retreated to her bed, and as the wind transported the sound of low moans and soft little pleasure noises to her, she buried her head under the pillow, and she wept in utter frustration.
She skipped lunch, as she was afraid her eyes would reveal that she had cried. A few hours later, after some distracted reading, Stella wandered down to the lake again for a swim. The girls were already there in their gaudy costumes, passing around a bottle of wine and already a bit tipsy. Stella doused her face with the clear, cool water, when she heard Glenna giggling again. She looked up and saw the girl turning around her own axis, just like little girls do when they want to become giddy. Julia asked her what she was doing. “I’m dancing all my impure thoughts away. You should do so, too; in fact you’d need it much more than I. Oh, except you, Stella, of course!” Julia couldn’t bite back her reply: “Oh, she probably needs it more than anyone!”
Glenna danced till she became quite dizzy, then she sank down on the spot, stretching luxuriantly on the blanket like a kitten. Julia and Prish squatted down near her, and Prish asked: “Now, little Glenna-darling, what pleasurable fantasies are you dreaming up right now? Confess it, you’re already tingling and moist inside!” - “No, nothing…” Their hands began to stroke the youthful beauty through her dress. Julia suggested: “I know a little spot where she’s REALLY ticklish…” - “Oh no, Julia, don’t.” But Glenna’s protest came out as a whispered sigh, her body twitching in lustful anticipation. The experienced girls’ hands moved tenderly over her breasts and her tummy, swerving down to the naked legs and bare feet, half caressing, half tickling her. Glenna sighed again, swimming in erotic pleasure.
(continued below)
Many dialogues and scenes are taken directly from the original movie. I just changed the names and adapted the scenes for the pleasure of all lovers of erotic tickling. Enjoy!
Sirens (my version)
Somewhere in Australia, in the spring of 1923. Vicar Malcolm Adams tried to read a few pages from the Holy Book while the train car shuddered and bumped its way along the iron path through the wonderful wilderness of New South Wales. Unlike usually, he felt it very hard to concentrate on his spiritual lecture. His mind kept wandering to the enormously difficult task the Bishop had burdened him with: He was to convince the infamous painter Norman Lindsay to withdraw one of his most blasphemous pictures from a planned exhibition. The artist had possessed the temerity to paint a nude woman tied to a cross, her head adorned with a crown of thorns like Jesus, an unheard-of sacrilege which upset not only the clerical circles.
Lindsay was said to live in a sprawling house in the middle of nowhere, together with his wife and three concubines who acted as his models and Muses at the same time. Rumors told the story of endless lascivious, sinful orgies, and the painter was a known atheist. It would be almost impossible for a young clergyman to influence him, yet this was what the Bishop expected him, Vicar Adams, to do.
Lost in thoughts, his eyes wandered over to his lovely wife Stella, who occupied the seat opposite to him. She seemed to have dozed off from the monotonous clack-clack of the rails. Her sleep face was so peaceful and pretty in her childlike innocence, and her body so beautiful, dressed in light but modest summer clothes. He hoped that the sinful, blasphemous atmosphere at the painter’s home wouldn’t upset her too much. Automatically his mind began to imagine how she would react if they witnessed one of the orgies. But certainly the painter possessed enough common sense to behave properly when a clergyman was present. Or would he…?
Day 1
In late afternoon, the Vicar and his wife arrived at Lindsay’s home, which turned out to be a large colonial mansion with several farm buildings around. Lindsay greeted them a bit frostily, but the painter’s wife made them feel at home. They were shown to the guest lodgings in an adjacent building. The long journey had left them dusty and rumpled, so they freshened up a bit before dinner.
The expected concubines weren’t around when the couple had arrived, but they sat at the dinner table. Lindsay introduced them: “These are my models, Prish the Invincible, Julia the Lewd, and the youngest is Glenna the Vulnerable. You’ll soon find out what earned them their labels… But they aren’t merely pretty things who stand still for hours while I paint them; no, they are an inexhaustible source of inspiration for my artwork as well.” All were dressed in rather gaudy, gypsy-style clothes, and their manner seemed quite appalling to the Vicar and his wife. Especially Julia kept them shocked with her utterly vulgar statements about sexuality, and her blatant admiration of sensual pleasures. Prish crossed philosophical swords with the Vicar in a heated debate about religion and the church, her views openly socialistic and hostile towards the contemporary establishment. Only Glenna remained a bit shy and taciturn, although she had a strange gleam in her eyes whenever she watched the Vicar or his wife.
The after-dinner conversation turned to the subject of Lindsay’s artwork. Some would call it “Erotic Painting”, but to Vicar Adams they were nothing but rather obscene pornography, some of them highly blasphemous. Lindsay countered that he shared his style with many famous painters like Rubens, and his scenes were solely based on ancient Greek and Roman myths.
Julia interrupted with one of her usual saucy comments: “Obviously our dear Vicar doesn’t understand the difference between sexuality and sensuality, does he? But we aren’t sex objects for Norman, we are his objets d’art. Although it makes me feel quite sexual sometimes, when I watch the artist’s brush painting my sexy nude body on the canvas. It almost feels as if the bristles touched my own, sensitive skin…” Grinning broadly, Prish added: “…and how the bristles make you giggle and squirm! You like that ticklish feeling, don’t you, Julia?” Glenna blushed and giggled nervously. Julia noticed it and remarked: “Oh, but I’m not half as ticklish as poor Glenna-darling. Hey Prish, we should use HER as a canvas sometime real soon!” Glenna shook her head in shock. Nobody noticed Stella’s curious glances though…
Lindsay broke the spell and said: “Why don’t you come out at midnight and see my angelic nymphs in full moon, then you’ll see what I mean by ‘antique themes’. Oh don’t worry, they will be adequately costumed, not nude,” he added as he saw the Vicar’s shocked face.
Vicar Adams and Lindsay continued their vivacious discussions, while the women retired. Shortly before midnight, Adams came to his room where Stella was reading in bed. She donned a dressing-gown, and they went outside for the ‘show’.
They held their breath at the scenery in the garden: Surrounded by antique sculptures of nymphs and goddesses, some of them spewing water into small fountains, three angelic creatures dressed in white swayed back and forth on three swings. The costumes were made of sheer, almost translucent silk, and the angels’ swinging bare feet enhanced the impression of supernatural beauty. Flower wreaths adorned the nymphs’ long hair which was flowing freely with their motions. The silver moonlight poured an eerie, almost surreal shine over the mystical scene, transporting the beholders to the myths of Arcadia.
The serenity of this setting produced a smile even on the ever-so-stern Vicar’s face, and Stella seemed to have fallen into a half-trance, dreaming with open eyes. She wanted to stay a little longer when Adams and Lindsay proposed to go back, and the painter smirked: “But beware, these nymphs can be quite nasty, too!” Then he took the Vicar’s arm and led him into the house, leaving the transfixed Stella alone.
The girls didn’t notice Stella who was standing in the shadow of a bush, and once they felt unobserved, they transformed to their real self: Prish remarked saucily on Julia’s comments during dinner, but the tall beauty just laughed: “I just wanted to shock the hoity-toity Vicar and his rather mousy wife. It worked on the man, but did you notice the look on the woman’s face? Precious! I bet that a lot of unsatisfied lust is lurking behind that demure surface!” Prish grinned: “We should tickle those evil lusts out of her, don’t you think so? Just as we will tickle yours out right now!” She jumped off her swing and got hold of the screaming girl’s bare feet, tickling them with the free hand. Glenna couldn’t help giggling as she watched Julia getting tormented the same way that she had suffered from so frequently before. “Help me, Glenna!” Julia cried out in her desperate laughter, but the sweet blond youngster replied: “I think I’d rather help Prish to pay back for your incessant picking on me!” She, too, jumped off her swing and got behind Julia, her fingers sneaking out to grab the ribs and tummy through the flimsy silk. Soon the squirming and guffawing caused Julia to fall off the swing, halfway over Prish and Glenna, and immediately a wild, unrestrained threesome tickle fight was under way.
Stella in the shadows had blushed deeply when they had talked about her innermost feelings, but as the tickling went on, she watched in utter fascination. A strange, previously unknown warmth spread within her lower tummy, her soles began to tingle as if ants were crawling in her shoes as she watched the foot tickling, and she almost felt Glenna’s fingers on her own ribs. Never before had she noticed that tickling had such an effect on her, but that scenery seemed to have opened a door, unlocking shocking desires.
That night, she dreamt about the moonlit nymphs, then suddenly they sprouted horns and became devious demons, tickle-torturing her helpless body incessantly. The demons wore the faces of lovely Julia, of the sadistic Prish, and the oh-so-sweet Glenna. And the longer the dream continued, the more she loved it…
Day 2
Stella awoke curiously refreshed, but still somewhat dizzy. To her utter horror, she found her right hand inside her own panty, and it was still a bit moist. She felt guilty, like some cheap slut. During breakfast, she avoided her husband’s eyes. She drank just a cup of tea, ate nothing, and went for a morning swim to clear her head.
Julia and Prish were already splashing around in the nearby lake, completely nude! Glenna just joined them, but at least she was dressed in one of the now fashionable swimsuits, similar to the one which Stella wore under her bathrobe. The three girls giggled and horsed around in the water in a silly mood. Suddenly a young, muscular man approached the lake: Billy, Lindsay’s stable-man. Stella remembered the painter mentioning that he was almost blind, as a result of a boxing match.
Unabashed, Julia and Prish tempted him into the water to have fun with them, but Glenna protested vehemently. But Billy just shook his head, washed his face and upper body, and went away again. Prish just shrugged and said: “He wouldn’t even notice our nudity, he can’t see us anyway!” Glenna shouted on: “You’re both so vulgar and shameless, how could you try to seduce him!” Julia grinned: “Admit it, Glenna-darling, you’ve got a crush on him. Would you like him to lick your bellybutton? Or even a bit lower?”
Quite shocked, Stella put her bathrobe back on and went back to the house. She could hear Prish say: “Where does she go?” The youngster replied: “Now you’ve scared her away. She must think we’re - aheee!” Against her will, Stella whirled around to see Prish and Julia attack Glenna with their fingers, tickling her neck and tummy, the girl screaming and trying futilely to protect herself. Hurriedly, Stella rushed back to the house as she felt her strange emotions return.
After lunch, the Vicar and Stella joined Lindsay on the terrace. The men renewed their endless discussion, this time over Atlantis, while Stella read a book. The three girls lay on a blanket nearby, on the lawn. They chatted inconsequentially for a while, but then Julia got the strange gleam in her eyes again. Suddenly she said: “Now Prish, look what’s going to happen to Glenna’s skin in a moment…” Glenna frowned and retorted: “Don’t you dare, Julia! You must not do that!”
Julia just smirked and continued: “One of these days, we’ll tie you down, and we’ll tickle you. We’ll tickle you everywhere, over and over and over!” - “No you won’t!” - “See? She’s getting goosebumps on her legs at the mere thought already! And do you know who else will tickle you?” - “You really must be quiet now!” protested Glenna, blushing deeply and playing with her long golden braids. But Julia talked on, unperturbed: “HE will tickle you off as well!”, nodding her head in Billy’s direction. - “Not true!” - “He’ll tickle you - there”, poking Glenna’s waist with a pencil. Glenna squealed hysterically. “And if she gets tickled long enough, she’ll squirt her inside out, in all directions…”
All the while, the painter and his guests listened to this lewd talk, Stella trying to hide her eyes beneath her wide-brimmed hat, and drumming nervously on her book with her fingers. Lindsay and the Vicar just smiled.
Prish took over the conversation: “And when men watch this kind of tickling, they can stay hard for the whole night. There are islands in the Pacific where the women gang together and tie their men up, then they hold down one girl and tickle her till she squirts. Their men get so hard that the women can hang heavy pearl chains and clothes on their erections!” Glenna giggled in embarrassment and asked incredulously: “But doesn’t that hurt?” - “Oh yes, excruciatingly…” Julia had one of her obscene comments ready again. “Judging from the horny girl’s look, you could hang something from her swollen pubic mound right now!” Glenna turned around in disgust: “No! My Venus hill is still virginal and pure, unlike yours!”
Later in the evening, well after dinner, Stella went outside to get some fresh air before going to bed, Aimlessly, she strolled around the house when she suddenly heard strange noises from the rather run-down hay barn. As she came nearer, she could hear the three girls giggle and chat merrily. Quite curious, she peeked through one of the broken windows.
Inside, the nymphs were playing a game of cards. Julia and Prish were bare-breasted, but they still had their wide gypsy skirts and their shoes on. Glenna only wore her corset and panties, along with her shoes. This game must have funny rules, mused Stella. Just then Julia lay down her last card, and her cheers left no doubt that she had won that round. “Oh goody-good”, Glenna commented happily, clapping her hands in excitement. “Now Prish lost a piece of her garment, and Julia will take it off! What should she remove, Prish?” The loser replied: “Take my panties off, they’re pinching me anyway.” Julia grinned broadly and started to finger her way under Prish’s skirt, making sure that her thighs got some good tickles on the way. Prish bit her lower lip and tried to withhold the guffaws that welled up inside her, but she only giggled a bit. Her strength vanished immediately when Julia’s fingers tickled the hip area, trying to find the waistband. “Watch out, I’m so ticklish there,” Prish uttered amidst her loud laughter and squirming. “Oh, just hold still, the sooner it’s over,” smirked Julia. Glenna giggled, too, at Prish’s shattering resistance.
This went on for a few minutes until Julia finally held up Prish’s precious panties, quite triumphantly. “And now: the next round”, she smiled.” I wonder what our pristine princess will chose when it’s her turn again: Would she rather cover her nipples and her modesty, still concealed by corset and underpants, or will she dare to lose protection of her incredibly ticklish feet?” - “Oh shut up and deal the deck, will you?” Glenna retorted, but with an embarrassed smile. “I should never have consented to that silly, smutty game!”
The game went on, and this time Glenna won, whereas lovely Julia lost. “Okay, my panties have gone earlier, so you may remove my shoes now,” the loser said with a pout. “But remember: Everything you do to me will be paid back in spades!” Glenna shivered, but then she started to unbuckle Julia’s clunky shoes. “You’d do so anyway, whatever I’ll do to you,” she shrugged.
When both shoes were gone, Glenna placed Julia’s bare feet securely in her lap, holding them down with a tight nelson around the ankles. Then all five fingers of her free hand started to crawl over the high arches, and Julia screamed out in tormented laughter. She tried to struggle away from the nimble fingertips, but Glenna was stronger than her looks suggested. The tickling made Julia writhe about helplessly, clawing the hay around her in utter desperation. Then unexpectedly, Prish’s hands sneaked up Glenna’s ribs from behind, and she grinned: “Now you overdid it, princess, and you will pay!” Glenna shrieked and fought back, Julia joining in the tickle-wrestling match. All of them got their share, but Glenna as the most ticklish one was at a clear disadvantage and no match for the two older girls.
Stella had watched this game in the same state of excitement as the night before, and once more her wanton emotions returned in strength, weakening her knees and making her hands tremble. Her urge to participate somehow was infinitely more intense than before, and she felt that these girls had brought out all her innermost secret desires. But suddenly, she heard a sound from the nearby terrace. Lindsay was sitting there, and he had just swatted a fly that molested him. Frightened that he might have seen her, Stella hurried back to the guest house. She didn’t notice the knowing smile on the painter’s face.
Day 3
Next morning, Lindsay showed them his place of work for the first time: his studio, in what seemed to be an old part of the original farm. Just one large room, stocked with several easels, dozens of finished and unfinished paintings, a huge load of artist’s brushes and masonry tools, a few pedestals, and a mixture of different decoration items. Vicar Adams took his time to see all the paintings, sometimes commenting with a disapproving noise, or complimenting on others, less obscene ones.
Some of his earlier pictures had only one model in them: Lindsay’s wife, easily to be recognized by her kind face and her rubenesque stature. The painter explained that he had started out with her as his only model, but later she became too busy with the kids. Most of his later work depicted his 3 Muses in various combinations.
Stella watched the pictures in a mixture of fascination and guilt, as many of them showed nude female bodies. She would never be able to pose nude for a painter, she knew. But simultaneously, she secretly admired the nymphs’ beauty and courage. Her dreams had visited her as the night before, only they had revolved about the lewd card game. She had actually dreamt to be one of the players, and once more she had woken up filled with guilty feelings when Julia took away her panties.
As if she had conjured up the girls by thinking of them, they appeared in the studio, shedding all their clothes instantly to pose for another painting. But Lindsay wanted to show something new to his guests: “Today, I’ll perform a very special art: With my paintbrush, I will transform one of my models into a statue of an ancient Greek nymph. Prish, it’s your turn. Glenna and Julia, you’ll help me: Hold her arms spread wide apart.” Prish blushed and hugged her upper body with her arms, but she didn’t resist or protest.
The protests came from the Vicar: “You just cannot perform your obscene ‘art’ in front of my dear wife and me! Do this when we’re away!” Lindsay shrugged. “You’re free to leave my studio anytime you wish, but you will not disturb my work.” Huffing and puffing, Vicar Adams left, the reluctant Stella in his tow. “Come on, darling,” he said, “Mrs. Lindsay will drive us to town where we can inquire for the next train.”
Outside the studio, Stella pretended to feel unwell because of all the excitations, and asked to be left alone in her room. “Oh poor Stella darling, I was afraid that all this would be too much for you. Alright, take a healthy nap or a walk, whatever you need to get better. I’ll be back for dinner. Don’t worry, we’ll leave this cesspit of sins as soon as possible.” Stella didn’t want to leave at all, but she just hugged her husband and thanked him for his understanding.
As soon as he had left, she sneaked back to the studio to watch the body painting. Prish was standing in the center of the room, Julia and Glenna holding her arms apart in a vise. Her legs were already colored in various shades of gray, resembling the granite structure of the sculptures in Lindsay’s garden. Now the beautiful, dark-haired model tried to suppress a giggle as the painter’s brush fluttered over her stomach area. Yet, a sweet-sounding “hmmmpff!” escaped from her full lips from time to time.
The other two girls fastened their grip of Prish’s hands when the titillating instrument approached her sides. The poor girl’s mental defenses ceased to dominate the ticklish sensations, and her giggles started to pearl out freely. Stella could see her twitching tummy muscles, and involuntarily she began to giggle as well.
This drew Lindsay’s attention to her. He smiled quite friendly, but offered no comment. Instead, he asked Prish: “I wonder if you’re really strong enough to restrain yourself now, when I touch your underarms? Remember, you’re the ‘Invincible’! No chance for little Glenna, she would have fainted already at this point.” Julia remarked: “Or climaxed, more probably…” Both Glenna and Stella blushed.
“Perhaps it would be easier for you to bear if the girls tickled you there for a little while before I start painting?” Lindsay grinned, and handed the other two a dry paintbrush each. “Noooo!” protested Prish, but it was too late. Her deafening guffaws rang out as Julia and Glenna tickle-tortured her from both sides simultaneously. After two minutes of writhing and giggling and squirming, she finally managed to get out of her tormentors’ grip. She was granted a short break to calm down, but now the armpit painting started for real. Astonishingly, she managed to control most of herself again; only the giggling never ceased.
Stella’s skin was tingling again, but she forced herself to stay and watch. Lindsay was a quick worker, and just a few girlishly giggling minutes later he proceeded to the next body part: Prish’s full but pert breasts. The brushing touch on the underside elicited more ticklish snickers, but when the bristles arrived at the already slightly engorged nipples, the sound changed to a soft, sensual mewing. Lindsay lingered much longer than necessary at this relatively small area, clearly enjoying Prish’s reaction. Finally, he remarked in badly pretended surprise: “Oh, we forgot her pubic mound. Wait a little, my darling, I’ll clean it with a dry brush first!”
With admirable self-control, Stella had managed to stand still for all the previously administered lascivious ongoings, but the touching of a woman’s most intimate regions was too much for her, and she fled, deploying a rather red face. Her puritan upbringing prevented her from overcoming the qualms of her prudish inner self. She called herself stupid; maybe she had just missed her only opportunity in lifetime to watch a woman in ecstasy. She retreated to her bed, and as the wind transported the sound of low moans and soft little pleasure noises to her, she buried her head under the pillow, and she wept in utter frustration.
She skipped lunch, as she was afraid her eyes would reveal that she had cried. A few hours later, after some distracted reading, Stella wandered down to the lake again for a swim. The girls were already there in their gaudy costumes, passing around a bottle of wine and already a bit tipsy. Stella doused her face with the clear, cool water, when she heard Glenna giggling again. She looked up and saw the girl turning around her own axis, just like little girls do when they want to become giddy. Julia asked her what she was doing. “I’m dancing all my impure thoughts away. You should do so, too; in fact you’d need it much more than I. Oh, except you, Stella, of course!” Julia couldn’t bite back her reply: “Oh, she probably needs it more than anyone!”
Glenna danced till she became quite dizzy, then she sank down on the spot, stretching luxuriantly on the blanket like a kitten. Julia and Prish squatted down near her, and Prish asked: “Now, little Glenna-darling, what pleasurable fantasies are you dreaming up right now? Confess it, you’re already tingling and moist inside!” - “No, nothing…” Their hands began to stroke the youthful beauty through her dress. Julia suggested: “I know a little spot where she’s REALLY ticklish…” - “Oh no, Julia, don’t.” But Glenna’s protest came out as a whispered sigh, her body twitching in lustful anticipation. The experienced girls’ hands moved tenderly over her breasts and her tummy, swerving down to the naked legs and bare feet, half caressing, half tickling her. Glenna sighed again, swimming in erotic pleasure.
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