Greetings. This is a kind of long story. It's the 3rd part of my "Lauren" series. If anybody's interested in parts 1 & 2, I think you can search stories and use "Grolsch" as the author name to see them. I could always repost them, but I figured better to leave room for other's new works.
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LAUREN’S DATE
Bob lifted Lauren’s shirt over her head. She
unfastened her bra. Bob and Lauren had dated for
about a month. She was clearly attracted to him, and
he to her. They’d kissed, but this night, their first
real “encounter”.
Bob wasn’t sure about Lauren at first. Well, he was
sure of a few things. Lauren was an absolute
knock-out even at age 45. Lauren’s mother was a bona
fide Cherokee, and Lauren inherited many of her
features. Lauren’s hair was very full and long and as
black as it could be. Her skin had a natural tanned
and very smooth complexion. Lauren stood about 5’4”
and weighed probably 120 pounds. Her body was still
in great shape, even if by now her hips were a little
wider. Lauren’s measurements were 34d-24-38.
They’d gotten along very well, but she seemed hesitant
to “get physical” with him. He wasn’t sure why, but
right now it didn’t matter. He placed his hand on her
side as they reclined.
But Lauren didn’t react as he expected. The second he
touched her, she jumped and gasped.
“What, are you ok?”
“Sorry! It’s nothing…”
He ran his hand along her arm, and she stroked his
face. He traced across her shoulder, and ran his hand
through her thick hair. She kissed him. Her smell,
it was so potent, yet pleasant.
His hand purposefully went across her chest. When his
hand lightly stroked across her full, firm left
breast, she giggled and rocked backwards. She lay on
her back now. Bob watched as her breasts jiggled.
“What? What is it?” He wasn’t used to women laughing
at him.
“Nothing, nothing I swear…”
He leaned closer, and places his hand on her belly.
He felt her abdominal muscles tense, but when he moved
his hand ever so slightly, she burst into laughter.
“AH HA HA HA HA HA!”
“Lauren, what?” Bob was confused. Still, it was kind
of fun watching her laugh. Her belly undulated and
her breasts wobbled. Her olive-colored skin looked
great.
“Nothing, I’m sorry…”
He put his hand on her hip, and she shook violently.
“EEEE AAAHH!”
“Lauren, what!” Bob was becoming perturbed.
“I’m sorry! I can’t help it. I’m…I’m a little…”.
Lauren hated admitting this. Hated it.
“What, Lauren? Am I doing something wrong?”
“No, no, it isn’t you…”
“Oh, lord” How many times had Bob been dumped before.
Lauren was easily the most attractive woman he’d ever
dated.
“No, Bob, seriously. It is me. I’m ticklish”.
“Huh?”
“Seriously, I’m really ticklish. That’s why I’m
laughing.”
“Huh….”
Downstairs, Jim was with his girlfriend (and Lauren’s
daughter), Sara. They heard the occasional bursts of
sharp laughter from upstairs. They had just walked in
the door. Jim recognized that laughter, and so did
Sara.
“Oh my gosh! I can’t believe we walked in on them!”
Sara said that in a hushed voice.
“Should we go?”
“No, it’ll be ok. We’ll just be here for a couple of
minutes”.
“Why’s she laughing?” Jim thought he knew the answer.
He loved Sara, but he lusted, absolutely lusted,
after Lauren. He’d discovered Lauren was
exceptionally ticklish, much more so than Sara. He’d
tickled Lauren twice, although in hindsight he felt
guilty about it.
There it was again, another loud, sharp burst of
laughter, this time punctuated with a shriek.
“Oh, God, I think he found out she’s ticklish!” Sara
knew her mother was extremely, extremely ticklish .
She’d seen her father (Lauren’s ex-husband)
tickle-torture Lauren so many times she couldn’t count
them. She knew her mother, despite having a great
body, would never wear a bikini for fear of exposing
her ticklish spots. She knew there was a reason her
mother was phobic about feathers – her brother used
them to tickle her when Lauren was young. She’d heard
her mother talk about how much more ticklish she’d
become when pregnant. Lauren was a ticklish, ticklish
woman.
“Oh, man, I hope not. I know how much she hates
that”. Jim was only telling half the truth. He knew
how much she hated it, but he hoped she was getting
tickled.
Jim and Sara sat on the couch, somewhat amused by the
sounds of the two upstairs.
BACK UPSTAIRS…
“I’m really sorry. I really do want to…”
“No, no, it’s ok. I mean, that’s better than…I
thought I was doing something wrong!”
“Oh, no!”
“Well, I just won’t touch where you’re ticklish.”
Lauren was on her left side now. Bob stroked her
lower back, the kidney area. Lauren shrieked and
rolled onto her back again. Just as before, Bob
became excited when he saw her breasts shaking.
Lauren’s face flushed. She has such a beautiful smile
and laugh, Bob thought.
“Ticklish there too, huh?”
“Ha ha ha. Yes, yes”.
“Well, where aren’t you ticklish?”
“Oh. Well, that’s just it. I mean, I’m really,
really ticklish. Everywhere.”
“Everywhere?”
“Just about. I’m not ticklish on my upper back.
That’s about it! I know it isn’t fair, believe me…”
“Have you always been so ticklish?”
“Yes, yes I have. When I was a kid, I was
tickle-tortured all the time. My brother and sister
tormented me. People got me all the time.”
“It hasn’t gotten any better now that you’re older?”
Bob was a bit surprised. He figured a 45 year old
woman wouldn’t normally be so exquisitely ticklish.
“No, it really hasn’t. You know what’s funny, it’s
even gotten worse. I mean, I’ve always been very
ticklish. But when I was pregnant with Sara, which
was about 22 years ago, it got so bad I couldn’t stand
having my belly touched even by the doctor.
“You have a ticklish belly?” Bob gave her a quick
wiggle into her belly.
“EEE HEE! HAHAHAHAHA! OH NO NO NO!”
Bob laughed at her. “More or less ticklish than
that?”
“My belly…oh my God, I mean, I was always ticklish
there, but after I was pregnant it became SO bad! It
never went away!”
“I bet you were really beautiful when you were
pregnant! Did your breasts get really big?”
“Oh, lord yes. I wore an F-cup!” Lauren and Bob both
chuckled. Bob had never dated a d-cup woman before.
He stroked her right breast, but wasn’t totally
shocked when Lauren flinched and laughed.
“You’re ticklish on your breasts?”
“I’m sorry! It’s true though. Actually, that
happened when I was pregnant too. I used to not be
ticklish there”.
“Hmmm. What about here?” He placed a finger into her
left armpit. He didn’t wiggle it or anything. Lauren
slammed her arm to her side and laughed.
“AH! HA HA HA HA HA! GET IT OUT GET IT OUT!”
“Ok, ok!”
“Listen, you can’t tickle me. You’ve got to promise
never to tickle me…”
BACK DOWNSTAIRS
“Sounds like she’s getting it pretty good”, said Jim.
He was becoming quite aroused.
“Well, I wouldn’t call it good”, Sara said. Sara was
very pretty. Bright too. She looked a lot like the
actress Jennifer Love Hewitt, and was headed to law
school in the fall. The only thing Jim would change
about her was to make her as ticklish as her mother.
Still…
“Oh, I don’t know…doesn’t this feel good!” He
squeezed her left side.
“AH! Jim, don’t!” Sara wasn’t nearly as ticklish as
her mother, but she hated being tickled just the same.
“This doesn’t feel good?” Jim squeezed her knee a few
times. It was one of the few areas that could usually
make Sara laugh. This time, Sara just kicked her leg
out and bent forward, grabbing his hand.
“Oh! Jim, don’t do that!”
“What about this?” Jim wrapped his arms around Sara
and tickled both her armpits. Sara shook madly.
“Ha ha ha ha ha! Ha ha ha ha ha! Quit it! Not my
underarms, I’ve told you before!”
“Why not?” Jim got his fingers into her pits again.
“Stop! HA ha ha ha ha! Ha ha ha ha ha! OH!” Jim
rubbed his fingers along her ribs before he quit.
“It tickles too much there, don’t do that!”
Jim’s brain moved at warp speed. It certainly
frustrated Jim that Sara wouldn’t let him tickle her,
although he understood why. Jim was even frustrated
at his own frustration, but his urge to tickle was
very strong. Jim thought about Lauren. That was a
woman who was insanely ticklish everywhere, and he was
of the opinion that every beautiful woman should be.
An 11 on the 1-10 scale. He mentally evaluated Sara’s
ticklish spots.
Underarms: 5-6 – it made her laugh
The ribs next to her breasts: 3 usually just makes
her mad
Belly: 0
Sides 2-3 can get a shout out of her, but she gets
mad
Knees: 5 can make her laugh
Hips: 0
Kidney area: 0
Thighs: 0
Calves 0
Neck 0
Feet: not at all ticklish
Just about anywhere else 0
“Why do you think you’re mother is so ticklish and
you’re not really?”
“I don’t know”
“You’d think your feet would be ticklish, since hers
are so bad”.
“Oh, I know. I guess I’m just lucky! Lots of people
have very ticklish feet”.
Jim started squeezing her belly. Somehow, against
what he knew to be true, he hoped maybe this time it
would tickle Sara. She just looked irritated at him.
“What are you doing? Cut it out”, and she moved his
hand away.
He squeezed her knee again.
“Ha ha ha! Jim stop it! What’s wrong with you?”
UPSTAIRS
“You’ve got to promise not to tickle me…”
“Why’s that? You mean here?” He grabbed her belly
and squeezed. Lauren grabbed his arm and curled her
legs up to protect herself, but she was quickly
helpless with laughter.
“AAHH! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHA!”
“Or here?” He grabbed her hip and squeezed. Lauren’s
hips felt great to him. Soft, warm, but her abdomen
provided solid resistance and he dug his fingers into
her.
“NO! NOT HAHA HA! HA HA HA HA HA! HA HA HA HA HA!
OOHH!”
“I bet your feet are really ticklish…” He grabbed her
left leg and started to tickle her foot. She had such
pretty feet, he thought. Tanned tops, whitish,
wrinkled soles, about a size 7…
“OH NO NOT MY FEET! EEEEEE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!”
Lauren tossed wildly on the bed. Her face glowed red.
Her thick black hair flew. Bob looked back at her
face. He saw her eyes shut, her mouth as wide open
(oddly, she looked beautiful in that state), tears
from her eyes and her full breasts quaking as her body
gyrated out of her control. Clearly, he’d hit a
sensitive sole.
DOWNSTAIRS
They heard her laughter. They both knew what was
happening. Every time they heard a new burst of
laughter, Jim stopped and stared, trying his best to
soak it in. Then it hit Sara.
“Tickling turns you on, doesn’t it?”
Jim felt naked.
If a cat had a facial expression for when it caught a
mouse, it was on Sara’s face. “That’s why you are
listening so hard to her! That’s why you are tickling
me, and why you were tickling her feet that day!”
Jim’s heart beat about 300 times a minute. What do I
do? Do I admit it? Do I lie? His mouth hung open.
“You have a tickling fetish! HA! That’s why you
always read that article on that woman with the really
big boobs that got tickled by burglars! That’s why
you’ve got that episode of Howard Stern with Pam
Anderson and the other chick “accidentally” on tape 2
or 3 times! That’s why you always watch that part of
Love Potion Number 9 when Sandra gets her knee
tickled! Oh man!”
Then, Sara looked at him seductively. “You want to
tickle me, don’t you?”
She said it again, this time with an almost sexy tone
in her voice. “You want to…tickle me…don’t you?” She
really emphasized the words tickle me.
Jim felt the sweat roll from his underarms. He was
shaking with adrenaline. His mouth was arid. Was she
angry? Was she inviting him to tickle her? Or was
she taunting him? He heard the unmistakable sound of
Lauren’s manic, panicked laughter when her feet were
tickled.
UPSTAIRS
Lauren got her foot free. She coughed and gasped and
sat up. Once she recovered, she was clearly mad.
“Bob, dammit, I told you not to tickle me! It’s
torture for me. I’d rather be hit than tickled”
He laughed, but became sheepish. “Ha ha, I’m sorry,
I’m sorry, I won’t do it again…after this…” He
launched himself onto her legs.
“No Bob! Don’t! Please!” She hit his arms with her
hands. Hard enough to hurt. She hit him hard enough
(she hoped) to really tell him this wasn’t fun for
her, but she also thought she might be in a fight for
her life. Lauren knew exactly how ticklish she was,
and just knowing she was about to be tickled
frightened her. She knew she would be helpless if she
got tickled. She knew how much men seemed to love
tickling her. If she could just make somebody
understand it was really a brutal, savage punishment
for her…
In a split second, she thought of all the times she’d
been tickle-tortured. How for years her ex-husband
tickled her until her throat was hoarse from screaming
and her lungs ached from laughing. How past
boyfriends somehow delighted in this misery for her.
When she was a teenager, getting relentlessly tickled
at school. How almost every day her brother and
sister would tickle her until she peed. Her sensitive
feet, so terribly ticklish that she would lose bladder
control. Those horrible spots in her middle. The
terrible times when she was 8-9 months pregnant, so
big she could hardly move and how her husband at the
time would tickle her belly, sometimes for hours. How
hopelessly helpless she was once tickled.
Her recollections ended the second she felt Bob’s
thumbs dig into her torso. About midway between her
hips and ribs. Lauren’s body jerked spasmodically as
she rocked with laughter.
“NO HO HO HO! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! AAAHH! EEE-EEEEE!
HAHAHA! NAAAAH! HAHAHAHAHAHA! EEEE! HAHAHAHAHA!”
Lauren twisted and writhed like a tornado but she
still couldn’t get him off her. Bob became sadistic.
He reveled in tickling this beautiful, luscious,
hyper-sensitive woman. Bob noticed Lauren’s face:
burnt red, thick black hair flailing, mouth wide open
in a forced grimace (her smile looked so beautiful,
her laugh so melodious!). Bob didn’t notice that
Lauren was actually crying.
Part of her problem was she couldn’t stop laughing.
Even if the worst happened and her feet were tickled,
Lauren would laugh through it. Even if, to her, it
was worse than being beaten.
BACK DOWNSTAIRS…
Sara leaned against the arm of the couch, practically
inviting Jim to lean over her. The couch almost shook
as Jim’s heart fired like a machine gun.
“Oh no Jim, please, please don’t tickle me…I could get
tickled to death…”
Jim could only hear his own pulse. Otherwise, he’d
have heard Lauren’s frenzied laughter upstairs. He
leaned forward over Sara. Jim placed his hands around
her middle. He looked at her as if asking permission.
“Oh no Jim…please don’t tickle me …I’m soooo
ticklish…my belly, my sides”. Her voice sounded
seductive, yet playful and at once vulnerable. Jim
knew she wasn’t very ticklish. He squeezed her sides.
Sara moved her head to and fro slowly. Her body
wiggled beneath his. Her “laughter” was false, but
Jim still found it sexy.
“Ha ha ha! Oh, ha ha ha! Oh Jim…not there OH!” He
hit a ticklish spot in her sides, but quickly moved
his hands higher, where they both knew she wasn’t
sensitive. He gently, slowly squeezed.
“Oh ho ho ho ha ha ha! Oh my gosh. Oh that tickles
soo badly. Oh I’m soooo ticklish. Please not my
hips…”. Sara knew her hips weren’t ticklish. Not
like her mother. A squeeze to Lauren’s hips could
double her over or send her flopping to the ground..
Jim rubbed her hips. Slowly and firmly. Sara
wiggled, but slowly, as if she were tickled. Jim
thought it might have been the absolute sexiest thing
she’d ever done. He could feel the heat from both
their bodies. He slid his hands beneath her shirt.
“Oh, Jim! Hee hee hee hee! My ticklish belly! Oh,
why am I sooo ticklish? Oooohhh”
UPSTAIRS
Lauren had managed to roll onto her back. Bob could
barely see her face from all her hair. He’d
discovered Lauren’s breasts were ticklish, and took
turns between poking her sides and stroking her
erumpent breasts. Every tickling touch felt to Lauren
as if she might die. She was actively crying, but
each time a tickling touch hit her, she couldn’t help
but laugh.
“no-ho-ho…please Bob OH!” A jab to her sides.
“ah-ha-ha-stop st—AAAHHH!”. A finger across the
sides of her breasts.
“ple-ee-ease…HA HA HA HA HA!” Her armpits were
stroked.
“oh ho ho no, I’ll do anything EEEEEE!” Lauren’s ribs
were so sensitive.
Bob flipped around. “Let’s try a foot out, shall we?”
“NAH-OH! NNOOO! DON’T! AHHH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
Up and down, up and down. Bob’s fingers whirled
across Lauren’s wrinkled soles. Nothing was worse
than this.
“EEEEEE! HAHAHAHAHAHAA! AAAAAHHH! ST-HAHAHAHAHA!
NAH!”
“Does this tickle, Lauren? Cootchie cootchie cootchie
ha ha ha ha ha ha!”
Lauren beat the bed with her fists. Her back arched
and she tried to twist away. The only thought going
through her mind was “escape”. The bed was wet from
her tears and sweat.
“AAHHH! HAHAHAHAHAHAA! EEEEE-NOOO! HAHAHAHAHA! AAH!
EEEE!”
Bob tickled both feet at once. Then he tickled the
right. Then the left. Lauren’s arches were the
absolute worst. She swore her feet must have been
cursed. No human could possibly suffer like this from
a simple stroking of the soles. She was terrified she
would lose control of her bladder. She’d already lost
control of her body.
“ AH! AH! AH! HAHAHAHAHAHAAA! OOOH HA HA HA
HA….HAHAHA!”
Bob paused and let go of her feet. Lauren’s legs
dropped back to the bed and her laughter changed to
sobbing gasps. Suddenly, Bob grabbed both her feet
and tickled her soles again. Lauren’s body jerked so
hard she thought she tore muscle tissue.
Bob rolled off her legs. Lauren immediately rolled
over, sat up and tucked her feet beneath her. Then
she saw Bob approaching, making pinching motions with
his fingers…
DOWNSTAIRS
Each time Jim hit a spot that actually tickled Sara,
he could tell. But so long as he didn’t, he could
stroke, poke and squeeze her and she acted like it
tickled. Sara was surprised Bob was this aroused, but
she was much more surprised that she was. They didn’t
notice anything but each other as they removed each
other’s clothes…
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LAUREN’S DATE
Bob lifted Lauren’s shirt over her head. She
unfastened her bra. Bob and Lauren had dated for
about a month. She was clearly attracted to him, and
he to her. They’d kissed, but this night, their first
real “encounter”.
Bob wasn’t sure about Lauren at first. Well, he was
sure of a few things. Lauren was an absolute
knock-out even at age 45. Lauren’s mother was a bona
fide Cherokee, and Lauren inherited many of her
features. Lauren’s hair was very full and long and as
black as it could be. Her skin had a natural tanned
and very smooth complexion. Lauren stood about 5’4”
and weighed probably 120 pounds. Her body was still
in great shape, even if by now her hips were a little
wider. Lauren’s measurements were 34d-24-38.
They’d gotten along very well, but she seemed hesitant
to “get physical” with him. He wasn’t sure why, but
right now it didn’t matter. He placed his hand on her
side as they reclined.
But Lauren didn’t react as he expected. The second he
touched her, she jumped and gasped.
“What, are you ok?”
“Sorry! It’s nothing…”
He ran his hand along her arm, and she stroked his
face. He traced across her shoulder, and ran his hand
through her thick hair. She kissed him. Her smell,
it was so potent, yet pleasant.
His hand purposefully went across her chest. When his
hand lightly stroked across her full, firm left
breast, she giggled and rocked backwards. She lay on
her back now. Bob watched as her breasts jiggled.
“What? What is it?” He wasn’t used to women laughing
at him.
“Nothing, nothing I swear…”
He leaned closer, and places his hand on her belly.
He felt her abdominal muscles tense, but when he moved
his hand ever so slightly, she burst into laughter.
“AH HA HA HA HA HA!”
“Lauren, what?” Bob was confused. Still, it was kind
of fun watching her laugh. Her belly undulated and
her breasts wobbled. Her olive-colored skin looked
great.
“Nothing, I’m sorry…”
He put his hand on her hip, and she shook violently.
“EEEE AAAHH!”
“Lauren, what!” Bob was becoming perturbed.
“I’m sorry! I can’t help it. I’m…I’m a little…”.
Lauren hated admitting this. Hated it.
“What, Lauren? Am I doing something wrong?”
“No, no, it isn’t you…”
“Oh, lord” How many times had Bob been dumped before.
Lauren was easily the most attractive woman he’d ever
dated.
“No, Bob, seriously. It is me. I’m ticklish”.
“Huh?”
“Seriously, I’m really ticklish. That’s why I’m
laughing.”
“Huh….”
Downstairs, Jim was with his girlfriend (and Lauren’s
daughter), Sara. They heard the occasional bursts of
sharp laughter from upstairs. They had just walked in
the door. Jim recognized that laughter, and so did
Sara.
“Oh my gosh! I can’t believe we walked in on them!”
Sara said that in a hushed voice.
“Should we go?”
“No, it’ll be ok. We’ll just be here for a couple of
minutes”.
“Why’s she laughing?” Jim thought he knew the answer.
He loved Sara, but he lusted, absolutely lusted,
after Lauren. He’d discovered Lauren was
exceptionally ticklish, much more so than Sara. He’d
tickled Lauren twice, although in hindsight he felt
guilty about it.
There it was again, another loud, sharp burst of
laughter, this time punctuated with a shriek.
“Oh, God, I think he found out she’s ticklish!” Sara
knew her mother was extremely, extremely ticklish .
She’d seen her father (Lauren’s ex-husband)
tickle-torture Lauren so many times she couldn’t count
them. She knew her mother, despite having a great
body, would never wear a bikini for fear of exposing
her ticklish spots. She knew there was a reason her
mother was phobic about feathers – her brother used
them to tickle her when Lauren was young. She’d heard
her mother talk about how much more ticklish she’d
become when pregnant. Lauren was a ticklish, ticklish
woman.
“Oh, man, I hope not. I know how much she hates
that”. Jim was only telling half the truth. He knew
how much she hated it, but he hoped she was getting
tickled.
Jim and Sara sat on the couch, somewhat amused by the
sounds of the two upstairs.
BACK UPSTAIRS…
“I’m really sorry. I really do want to…”
“No, no, it’s ok. I mean, that’s better than…I
thought I was doing something wrong!”
“Oh, no!”
“Well, I just won’t touch where you’re ticklish.”
Lauren was on her left side now. Bob stroked her
lower back, the kidney area. Lauren shrieked and
rolled onto her back again. Just as before, Bob
became excited when he saw her breasts shaking.
Lauren’s face flushed. She has such a beautiful smile
and laugh, Bob thought.
“Ticklish there too, huh?”
“Ha ha ha. Yes, yes”.
“Well, where aren’t you ticklish?”
“Oh. Well, that’s just it. I mean, I’m really,
really ticklish. Everywhere.”
“Everywhere?”
“Just about. I’m not ticklish on my upper back.
That’s about it! I know it isn’t fair, believe me…”
“Have you always been so ticklish?”
“Yes, yes I have. When I was a kid, I was
tickle-tortured all the time. My brother and sister
tormented me. People got me all the time.”
“It hasn’t gotten any better now that you’re older?”
Bob was a bit surprised. He figured a 45 year old
woman wouldn’t normally be so exquisitely ticklish.
“No, it really hasn’t. You know what’s funny, it’s
even gotten worse. I mean, I’ve always been very
ticklish. But when I was pregnant with Sara, which
was about 22 years ago, it got so bad I couldn’t stand
having my belly touched even by the doctor.
“You have a ticklish belly?” Bob gave her a quick
wiggle into her belly.
“EEE HEE! HAHAHAHAHA! OH NO NO NO!”
Bob laughed at her. “More or less ticklish than
that?”
“My belly…oh my God, I mean, I was always ticklish
there, but after I was pregnant it became SO bad! It
never went away!”
“I bet you were really beautiful when you were
pregnant! Did your breasts get really big?”
“Oh, lord yes. I wore an F-cup!” Lauren and Bob both
chuckled. Bob had never dated a d-cup woman before.
He stroked her right breast, but wasn’t totally
shocked when Lauren flinched and laughed.
“You’re ticklish on your breasts?”
“I’m sorry! It’s true though. Actually, that
happened when I was pregnant too. I used to not be
ticklish there”.
“Hmmm. What about here?” He placed a finger into her
left armpit. He didn’t wiggle it or anything. Lauren
slammed her arm to her side and laughed.
“AH! HA HA HA HA HA! GET IT OUT GET IT OUT!”
“Ok, ok!”
“Listen, you can’t tickle me. You’ve got to promise
never to tickle me…”
BACK DOWNSTAIRS
“Sounds like she’s getting it pretty good”, said Jim.
He was becoming quite aroused.
“Well, I wouldn’t call it good”, Sara said. Sara was
very pretty. Bright too. She looked a lot like the
actress Jennifer Love Hewitt, and was headed to law
school in the fall. The only thing Jim would change
about her was to make her as ticklish as her mother.
Still…
“Oh, I don’t know…doesn’t this feel good!” He
squeezed her left side.
“AH! Jim, don’t!” Sara wasn’t nearly as ticklish as
her mother, but she hated being tickled just the same.
“This doesn’t feel good?” Jim squeezed her knee a few
times. It was one of the few areas that could usually
make Sara laugh. This time, Sara just kicked her leg
out and bent forward, grabbing his hand.
“Oh! Jim, don’t do that!”
“What about this?” Jim wrapped his arms around Sara
and tickled both her armpits. Sara shook madly.
“Ha ha ha ha ha! Ha ha ha ha ha! Quit it! Not my
underarms, I’ve told you before!”
“Why not?” Jim got his fingers into her pits again.
“Stop! HA ha ha ha ha! Ha ha ha ha ha! OH!” Jim
rubbed his fingers along her ribs before he quit.
“It tickles too much there, don’t do that!”
Jim’s brain moved at warp speed. It certainly
frustrated Jim that Sara wouldn’t let him tickle her,
although he understood why. Jim was even frustrated
at his own frustration, but his urge to tickle was
very strong. Jim thought about Lauren. That was a
woman who was insanely ticklish everywhere, and he was
of the opinion that every beautiful woman should be.
An 11 on the 1-10 scale. He mentally evaluated Sara’s
ticklish spots.
Underarms: 5-6 – it made her laugh
The ribs next to her breasts: 3 usually just makes
her mad
Belly: 0
Sides 2-3 can get a shout out of her, but she gets
mad
Knees: 5 can make her laugh
Hips: 0
Kidney area: 0
Thighs: 0
Calves 0
Neck 0
Feet: not at all ticklish
Just about anywhere else 0
“Why do you think you’re mother is so ticklish and
you’re not really?”
“I don’t know”
“You’d think your feet would be ticklish, since hers
are so bad”.
“Oh, I know. I guess I’m just lucky! Lots of people
have very ticklish feet”.
Jim started squeezing her belly. Somehow, against
what he knew to be true, he hoped maybe this time it
would tickle Sara. She just looked irritated at him.
“What are you doing? Cut it out”, and she moved his
hand away.
He squeezed her knee again.
“Ha ha ha! Jim stop it! What’s wrong with you?”
UPSTAIRS
“You’ve got to promise not to tickle me…”
“Why’s that? You mean here?” He grabbed her belly
and squeezed. Lauren grabbed his arm and curled her
legs up to protect herself, but she was quickly
helpless with laughter.
“AAHH! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHA!”
“Or here?” He grabbed her hip and squeezed. Lauren’s
hips felt great to him. Soft, warm, but her abdomen
provided solid resistance and he dug his fingers into
her.
“NO! NOT HAHA HA! HA HA HA HA HA! HA HA HA HA HA!
OOHH!”
“I bet your feet are really ticklish…” He grabbed her
left leg and started to tickle her foot. She had such
pretty feet, he thought. Tanned tops, whitish,
wrinkled soles, about a size 7…
“OH NO NOT MY FEET! EEEEEE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!”
Lauren tossed wildly on the bed. Her face glowed red.
Her thick black hair flew. Bob looked back at her
face. He saw her eyes shut, her mouth as wide open
(oddly, she looked beautiful in that state), tears
from her eyes and her full breasts quaking as her body
gyrated out of her control. Clearly, he’d hit a
sensitive sole.
DOWNSTAIRS
They heard her laughter. They both knew what was
happening. Every time they heard a new burst of
laughter, Jim stopped and stared, trying his best to
soak it in. Then it hit Sara.
“Tickling turns you on, doesn’t it?”
Jim felt naked.
If a cat had a facial expression for when it caught a
mouse, it was on Sara’s face. “That’s why you are
listening so hard to her! That’s why you are tickling
me, and why you were tickling her feet that day!”
Jim’s heart beat about 300 times a minute. What do I
do? Do I admit it? Do I lie? His mouth hung open.
“You have a tickling fetish! HA! That’s why you
always read that article on that woman with the really
big boobs that got tickled by burglars! That’s why
you’ve got that episode of Howard Stern with Pam
Anderson and the other chick “accidentally” on tape 2
or 3 times! That’s why you always watch that part of
Love Potion Number 9 when Sandra gets her knee
tickled! Oh man!”
Then, Sara looked at him seductively. “You want to
tickle me, don’t you?”
She said it again, this time with an almost sexy tone
in her voice. “You want to…tickle me…don’t you?” She
really emphasized the words tickle me.
Jim felt the sweat roll from his underarms. He was
shaking with adrenaline. His mouth was arid. Was she
angry? Was she inviting him to tickle her? Or was
she taunting him? He heard the unmistakable sound of
Lauren’s manic, panicked laughter when her feet were
tickled.
UPSTAIRS
Lauren got her foot free. She coughed and gasped and
sat up. Once she recovered, she was clearly mad.
“Bob, dammit, I told you not to tickle me! It’s
torture for me. I’d rather be hit than tickled”
He laughed, but became sheepish. “Ha ha, I’m sorry,
I’m sorry, I won’t do it again…after this…” He
launched himself onto her legs.
“No Bob! Don’t! Please!” She hit his arms with her
hands. Hard enough to hurt. She hit him hard enough
(she hoped) to really tell him this wasn’t fun for
her, but she also thought she might be in a fight for
her life. Lauren knew exactly how ticklish she was,
and just knowing she was about to be tickled
frightened her. She knew she would be helpless if she
got tickled. She knew how much men seemed to love
tickling her. If she could just make somebody
understand it was really a brutal, savage punishment
for her…
In a split second, she thought of all the times she’d
been tickle-tortured. How for years her ex-husband
tickled her until her throat was hoarse from screaming
and her lungs ached from laughing. How past
boyfriends somehow delighted in this misery for her.
When she was a teenager, getting relentlessly tickled
at school. How almost every day her brother and
sister would tickle her until she peed. Her sensitive
feet, so terribly ticklish that she would lose bladder
control. Those horrible spots in her middle. The
terrible times when she was 8-9 months pregnant, so
big she could hardly move and how her husband at the
time would tickle her belly, sometimes for hours. How
hopelessly helpless she was once tickled.
Her recollections ended the second she felt Bob’s
thumbs dig into her torso. About midway between her
hips and ribs. Lauren’s body jerked spasmodically as
she rocked with laughter.
“NO HO HO HO! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! AAAHH! EEE-EEEEE!
HAHAHA! NAAAAH! HAHAHAHAHAHA! EEEE! HAHAHAHAHA!”
Lauren twisted and writhed like a tornado but she
still couldn’t get him off her. Bob became sadistic.
He reveled in tickling this beautiful, luscious,
hyper-sensitive woman. Bob noticed Lauren’s face:
burnt red, thick black hair flailing, mouth wide open
in a forced grimace (her smile looked so beautiful,
her laugh so melodious!). Bob didn’t notice that
Lauren was actually crying.
Part of her problem was she couldn’t stop laughing.
Even if the worst happened and her feet were tickled,
Lauren would laugh through it. Even if, to her, it
was worse than being beaten.
BACK DOWNSTAIRS…
Sara leaned against the arm of the couch, practically
inviting Jim to lean over her. The couch almost shook
as Jim’s heart fired like a machine gun.
“Oh no Jim, please, please don’t tickle me…I could get
tickled to death…”
Jim could only hear his own pulse. Otherwise, he’d
have heard Lauren’s frenzied laughter upstairs. He
leaned forward over Sara. Jim placed his hands around
her middle. He looked at her as if asking permission.
“Oh no Jim…please don’t tickle me …I’m soooo
ticklish…my belly, my sides”. Her voice sounded
seductive, yet playful and at once vulnerable. Jim
knew she wasn’t very ticklish. He squeezed her sides.
Sara moved her head to and fro slowly. Her body
wiggled beneath his. Her “laughter” was false, but
Jim still found it sexy.
“Ha ha ha! Oh, ha ha ha! Oh Jim…not there OH!” He
hit a ticklish spot in her sides, but quickly moved
his hands higher, where they both knew she wasn’t
sensitive. He gently, slowly squeezed.
“Oh ho ho ho ha ha ha! Oh my gosh. Oh that tickles
soo badly. Oh I’m soooo ticklish. Please not my
hips…”. Sara knew her hips weren’t ticklish. Not
like her mother. A squeeze to Lauren’s hips could
double her over or send her flopping to the ground..
Jim rubbed her hips. Slowly and firmly. Sara
wiggled, but slowly, as if she were tickled. Jim
thought it might have been the absolute sexiest thing
she’d ever done. He could feel the heat from both
their bodies. He slid his hands beneath her shirt.
“Oh, Jim! Hee hee hee hee! My ticklish belly! Oh,
why am I sooo ticklish? Oooohhh”
UPSTAIRS
Lauren had managed to roll onto her back. Bob could
barely see her face from all her hair. He’d
discovered Lauren’s breasts were ticklish, and took
turns between poking her sides and stroking her
erumpent breasts. Every tickling touch felt to Lauren
as if she might die. She was actively crying, but
each time a tickling touch hit her, she couldn’t help
but laugh.
“no-ho-ho…please Bob OH!” A jab to her sides.
“ah-ha-ha-stop st—AAAHHH!”. A finger across the
sides of her breasts.
“ple-ee-ease…HA HA HA HA HA!” Her armpits were
stroked.
“oh ho ho no, I’ll do anything EEEEEE!” Lauren’s ribs
were so sensitive.
Bob flipped around. “Let’s try a foot out, shall we?”
“NAH-OH! NNOOO! DON’T! AHHH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
Up and down, up and down. Bob’s fingers whirled
across Lauren’s wrinkled soles. Nothing was worse
than this.
“EEEEEE! HAHAHAHAHAHAA! AAAAAHHH! ST-HAHAHAHAHA!
NAH!”
“Does this tickle, Lauren? Cootchie cootchie cootchie
ha ha ha ha ha ha!”
Lauren beat the bed with her fists. Her back arched
and she tried to twist away. The only thought going
through her mind was “escape”. The bed was wet from
her tears and sweat.
“AAHHH! HAHAHAHAHAHAA! EEEEE-NOOO! HAHAHAHAHA! AAH!
EEEE!”
Bob tickled both feet at once. Then he tickled the
right. Then the left. Lauren’s arches were the
absolute worst. She swore her feet must have been
cursed. No human could possibly suffer like this from
a simple stroking of the soles. She was terrified she
would lose control of her bladder. She’d already lost
control of her body.
“ AH! AH! AH! HAHAHAHAHAHAAA! OOOH HA HA HA
HA….HAHAHA!”
Bob paused and let go of her feet. Lauren’s legs
dropped back to the bed and her laughter changed to
sobbing gasps. Suddenly, Bob grabbed both her feet
and tickled her soles again. Lauren’s body jerked so
hard she thought she tore muscle tissue.
Bob rolled off her legs. Lauren immediately rolled
over, sat up and tucked her feet beneath her. Then
she saw Bob approaching, making pinching motions with
his fingers…
DOWNSTAIRS
Each time Jim hit a spot that actually tickled Sara,
he could tell. But so long as he didn’t, he could
stroke, poke and squeeze her and she acted like it
tickled. Sara was surprised Bob was this aroused, but
she was much more surprised that she was. They didn’t
notice anything but each other as they removed each
other’s clothes…
