Paul Jones
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F/M Story: Attack of the Cougars
Paul met Judith at a party. She was years older than he was, but this served only
to intrigue him. She, too, seemed intrigued. So, after some mild flirtation, he
accompanied her home.
Shortly after they arrived, they had drinks, and he soon felt himself growing drowsy.
Finally, he fell fast asleep.
When he awoke, he was naked and sprawled out, tied to a bed.
“Welcome back, Paul,” Judith said cheerily.
She drew her nails across his stomach, making him squirm and laugh heartily.
“Well, you seem to be a very ticklish fellow indeed!” she laughed. “How wonderful!”
Her eyes sparkled with merriment as she surveyed the man before her. It was obvious
to Paul that she was delighting in thoughts of tickling him.
Sure enough, she began tickling his armpits, breasts, and stomach, driving him wild
with riotous laughter. Then he roared as she attacked his ribs vigorously. After that,
she tickled his feet, making him howl with laughter.
Finally, she began stroking his balls with her beautifully sculptured nails, skillfully
covering the sac with tickling strokes that drove him wild. She also tickled his shaft
devilishly, making him shriek with hysterical laughter.
Then she said, “Some of my lady-friends are going to join us, and we’re going to have
the most delicious fun with you.”
“We’re all proficient in the delightful art of tickling, and now we’re going to use our skills
to tickle the living daylights out of you.” The delight in her voice made a tingle run
through Paul’s body.
“Just think, Paul. Think about being tickled all over your body at once, and by real
experts.” Paul gulped in anticipation.
She explained, “You see, we’re all older women who have had years of practice
tickling men into submission, chiefly our late husbands.”
”After all. How do you suppose they died?” she asked pointedly.
”That’s right, Paul. The poor goofs were all tickled to death by their wives—
including me!”
Judith’s words made Paul shudder. Noticing his reaction, she said, “Don’t worry, dear.
That won’t happen to you. I won’t let it.”
“Now I’m going to invite my friends in. They’re just itching to meet you! So don’t go
away,” she teased.
She admitted the women, who smiled at Paul wickedly.
And then his ordeal began.
Half a dozen women entered, smiling at Paul impishly.
Judith said, “Ladies, this is my new beau, Paul. Isn’t he cute?” They nodded in
agreement.
“Would you like to have some fun with him?” she asked. “Oh yes!” they exclaimed.
She continued, “Well, I’ve discovered that Paul is very ticklish. Isn’t that intriguing?”
Then she said, “You know, Paul, since you’re so ticklish, you should be very careful,
especially about being picked up by older women. Otherwise, you might fall into
the hands of some mischievous, ticklephile cougars who’ll subdue you, and then tickle
you, without mercy,” she teased pointedly.
The women eagerly took positions around the bed. Their eyes were aglow as they
surveyed the man before them. Knowing that he was ticklish, they took dark pleasure
in having him naked and helpless.
Then one of them started tickling his ribs vigorously. His ribs were very ticklish,
and he began howling with laughter, and struggling (vainly) against his bonds.
When she stopped, another began tickling his armpits, making laugh raucously, much
to everyone’s delight.
He squealed when another took over, deftly tickling his breasts. “Why, Paul, your
breasts seem to be as ticklish as our own,” she said.
After this, another began devilishly tickling his stomach, making him bellow with
laughter. “Squirm and suffer, you poor goof!” Judith taunted him.
Then two women positioned themselves at his feet. Like his ribs, his feet were
exceedingly ticklish. The women held back his toes, and tickled his feet
without mercy. He went wild, screaming with riotous laughter.
Tears streamed down his face, and he laughed louder and longer than ever before
in his life.
Then they stopped to let him rest.
Soon, they resumed their general assault, bringing forth howls of hysterical laughter.
For, Joined by Judith, they were now tickling all his ticklish spots at once!
And Paul was suffering true tickle torture at the hands of women well versed in the art,
and intent upon tormenting and humiliating him.
He shook the room with the vibrations of his laughter. The women were sinfully
delighted, and pressed on.
He could tell that they enjoyed, not only his shrieks of laughter, but also his wriggling,
writhing, and squirming in response to their merciless tickling.
“Look at the junior worm squirm!” one exclaimed. “And listen to him howl!” said another
When they paused briefly, he cried out, “Oh, ladies, please stop! This is so
humiliating!”
“It’s supposed to be, you silly goose!” Judith responded. “How you encourage us!”
Then she said, “It seems that tickling reduces Paul (like most men) to the level of a
blubbering little boy, something that he finds terribly embarrassing. Isn’t that so, Paul?”
“Speaking of which, isn’t it humiliating to be so vulnerable to anything as childish as
tickling?” He blushed because her remarks were so true!
By now, Paul was obviously quite aroused, much to their delight. “My, what’s going on
down here?” Judith asked, fingering his erection.
Then she said, “Paul isn’t used to having his organs tickled by older, experienced
women. So this should be a lot of fun.”
Once again, she began tickling his scrotum skillfully, driving him wild.
“Kitchee-kitchee-kitchee! My goodness, Paul, how very ticklish you are down there!”
she commented. His howling and writhing simply delighted the women.
Then she resumed tickling his shaft devilishly. Paul shrieked with laughter, and squirmed
vigorously.
She stepped aside to let the others tickle his organs, which they did expertly,
and with obvious glee. Their faces reflected cruel merriment.
In what was apparently a usual tactic for them, they took care not to let him climax.
They made him keep it in, which made is ordeal doubly maddening.
Finally, they stopped. He lay exhausted from his tickling ordeal, while they stood
above him, smiling heartlessly. His eyes flitted pleadingly among them.
They regarded him with wicked satisfaction, delighted by his exhaustion and humiliation.
They took sinful pleasure in seeing how they had reduced him to a squirming blob of
protoplasm.
“This is the way we like you, Paul,” she taunted. “We’ve must do this again. Soon!”
The poor fellow moaned.
“Isn’t it fun turning younger men into a blubbering, quivering, lumps of ticklish jelly?”
Judith asked the others, who agreed wholeheartedly.
Then they all began what was to be their final assault. This round of tickling was far
more maddening than anything that had gone before, and drove him to new levels of
hilarity.
Their nimble fingers tickled all his most sensitive spots without mercy. Previously, their
tickling had been largely playful. Now it was truly sadistic, and he screamed with
hysterical laughter.
When they paused briefly, he screamed hysterically, “Ladies, please! Have mercy!
I can’t stand it! I’m too ticklish for this! I’M TOO TICKLISH!”
“Do you hear that, ladies?” Judith asked. “He’s too ticklish for this. How delightful!”
They all laughed heartily.
He suffered the most maddening tickling sensations imaginable. They penetrated his
body like electric currents.
Finally, and most humiliatingly, he climaxed (copiously). The women smiled in
amusement, but Paul was dreadfully humiliated.
The climaxing served to enhance his already heightened ticklishness. Soon he cried
out loudly in ticklish agony, agony so intense that he lost consciousness.
The cougars were quite contented now.
(Previously published elsewhere)
Paul met Judith at a party. She was years older than he was, but this served only
to intrigue him. She, too, seemed intrigued. So, after some mild flirtation, he
accompanied her home.
Shortly after they arrived, they had drinks, and he soon felt himself growing drowsy.
Finally, he fell fast asleep.
When he awoke, he was naked and sprawled out, tied to a bed.
“Welcome back, Paul,” Judith said cheerily.
She drew her nails across his stomach, making him squirm and laugh heartily.
“Well, you seem to be a very ticklish fellow indeed!” she laughed. “How wonderful!”
Her eyes sparkled with merriment as she surveyed the man before her. It was obvious
to Paul that she was delighting in thoughts of tickling him.
Sure enough, she began tickling his armpits, breasts, and stomach, driving him wild
with riotous laughter. Then he roared as she attacked his ribs vigorously. After that,
she tickled his feet, making him howl with laughter.
Finally, she began stroking his balls with her beautifully sculptured nails, skillfully
covering the sac with tickling strokes that drove him wild. She also tickled his shaft
devilishly, making him shriek with hysterical laughter.
Then she said, “Some of my lady-friends are going to join us, and we’re going to have
the most delicious fun with you.”
“We’re all proficient in the delightful art of tickling, and now we’re going to use our skills
to tickle the living daylights out of you.” The delight in her voice made a tingle run
through Paul’s body.
“Just think, Paul. Think about being tickled all over your body at once, and by real
experts.” Paul gulped in anticipation.
She explained, “You see, we’re all older women who have had years of practice
tickling men into submission, chiefly our late husbands.”
”After all. How do you suppose they died?” she asked pointedly.
”That’s right, Paul. The poor goofs were all tickled to death by their wives—
including me!”
Judith’s words made Paul shudder. Noticing his reaction, she said, “Don’t worry, dear.
That won’t happen to you. I won’t let it.”
“Now I’m going to invite my friends in. They’re just itching to meet you! So don’t go
away,” she teased.
She admitted the women, who smiled at Paul wickedly.
And then his ordeal began.
Half a dozen women entered, smiling at Paul impishly.
Judith said, “Ladies, this is my new beau, Paul. Isn’t he cute?” They nodded in
agreement.
“Would you like to have some fun with him?” she asked. “Oh yes!” they exclaimed.
She continued, “Well, I’ve discovered that Paul is very ticklish. Isn’t that intriguing?”
Then she said, “You know, Paul, since you’re so ticklish, you should be very careful,
especially about being picked up by older women. Otherwise, you might fall into
the hands of some mischievous, ticklephile cougars who’ll subdue you, and then tickle
you, without mercy,” she teased pointedly.
The women eagerly took positions around the bed. Their eyes were aglow as they
surveyed the man before them. Knowing that he was ticklish, they took dark pleasure
in having him naked and helpless.
Then one of them started tickling his ribs vigorously. His ribs were very ticklish,
and he began howling with laughter, and struggling (vainly) against his bonds.
When she stopped, another began tickling his armpits, making laugh raucously, much
to everyone’s delight.
He squealed when another took over, deftly tickling his breasts. “Why, Paul, your
breasts seem to be as ticklish as our own,” she said.
After this, another began devilishly tickling his stomach, making him bellow with
laughter. “Squirm and suffer, you poor goof!” Judith taunted him.
Then two women positioned themselves at his feet. Like his ribs, his feet were
exceedingly ticklish. The women held back his toes, and tickled his feet
without mercy. He went wild, screaming with riotous laughter.
Tears streamed down his face, and he laughed louder and longer than ever before
in his life.
Then they stopped to let him rest.
Soon, they resumed their general assault, bringing forth howls of hysterical laughter.
For, Joined by Judith, they were now tickling all his ticklish spots at once!
And Paul was suffering true tickle torture at the hands of women well versed in the art,
and intent upon tormenting and humiliating him.
He shook the room with the vibrations of his laughter. The women were sinfully
delighted, and pressed on.
He could tell that they enjoyed, not only his shrieks of laughter, but also his wriggling,
writhing, and squirming in response to their merciless tickling.
“Look at the junior worm squirm!” one exclaimed. “And listen to him howl!” said another
When they paused briefly, he cried out, “Oh, ladies, please stop! This is so
humiliating!”
“It’s supposed to be, you silly goose!” Judith responded. “How you encourage us!”
Then she said, “It seems that tickling reduces Paul (like most men) to the level of a
blubbering little boy, something that he finds terribly embarrassing. Isn’t that so, Paul?”
“Speaking of which, isn’t it humiliating to be so vulnerable to anything as childish as
tickling?” He blushed because her remarks were so true!
By now, Paul was obviously quite aroused, much to their delight. “My, what’s going on
down here?” Judith asked, fingering his erection.
Then she said, “Paul isn’t used to having his organs tickled by older, experienced
women. So this should be a lot of fun.”
Once again, she began tickling his scrotum skillfully, driving him wild.
“Kitchee-kitchee-kitchee! My goodness, Paul, how very ticklish you are down there!”
she commented. His howling and writhing simply delighted the women.
Then she resumed tickling his shaft devilishly. Paul shrieked with laughter, and squirmed
vigorously.
She stepped aside to let the others tickle his organs, which they did expertly,
and with obvious glee. Their faces reflected cruel merriment.
In what was apparently a usual tactic for them, they took care not to let him climax.
They made him keep it in, which made is ordeal doubly maddening.
Finally, they stopped. He lay exhausted from his tickling ordeal, while they stood
above him, smiling heartlessly. His eyes flitted pleadingly among them.
They regarded him with wicked satisfaction, delighted by his exhaustion and humiliation.
They took sinful pleasure in seeing how they had reduced him to a squirming blob of
protoplasm.
“This is the way we like you, Paul,” she taunted. “We’ve must do this again. Soon!”
The poor fellow moaned.
“Isn’t it fun turning younger men into a blubbering, quivering, lumps of ticklish jelly?”
Judith asked the others, who agreed wholeheartedly.
Then they all began what was to be their final assault. This round of tickling was far
more maddening than anything that had gone before, and drove him to new levels of
hilarity.
Their nimble fingers tickled all his most sensitive spots without mercy. Previously, their
tickling had been largely playful. Now it was truly sadistic, and he screamed with
hysterical laughter.
When they paused briefly, he screamed hysterically, “Ladies, please! Have mercy!
I can’t stand it! I’m too ticklish for this! I’M TOO TICKLISH!”
“Do you hear that, ladies?” Judith asked. “He’s too ticklish for this. How delightful!”
They all laughed heartily.
He suffered the most maddening tickling sensations imaginable. They penetrated his
body like electric currents.
Finally, and most humiliatingly, he climaxed (copiously). The women smiled in
amusement, but Paul was dreadfully humiliated.
The climaxing served to enhance his already heightened ticklishness. Soon he cried
out loudly in ticklish agony, agony so intense that he lost consciousness.
The cougars were quite contented now.
