Well, this one is a bit long and a bit silly, but I hope you like it!
The characters:
Michelle Childers: age, 35. occupation:
independently wealthy, yet still runs a local food
coop. Physical appearance: shocking! A “Nordic
beauty”. Short blonde hair, light complexion, face
resembles the actress Ann Margaret. She’s about 5’7”
– 5’8”, 34-24-34, but possessed of gigantic breasts.
Each breasts weighs about 50lbs, and is something like
a watermelon crossed with a beach ball. Her main
weakness: debilitating ticklishness.
Gina Lui: a friend of Michelle’s and a lawyer. An
avid kayaker, mountain biker and rock-climber.
Greatly resembles the fitness model Lokelani
McMichael. Has rescued Michelle from a “ticklish”
situation before. Proven not to be ticklish in the
past.
Dr. Amber Rhoades. Dark-haired genius. Face like the
former model Linda Evangelista. 5’6”, but kind of
heavy at 170lbs. Very curvy, fleshy body
(38GG-32-40). Terribly ticklish, and has been
tickle-tortured in the past.
RN Jenny Williams: Young, Raquel Welch-like beauty.
Strong lesbian tendencies. Took sadistic pleasure in
tickle-torturing Michelle.
Guy Pepper, security guard. Currently shocked he’s
surrounded by these women.
“Jenny! What are you doing! What’s going on here!”
Dr. Rhoades was shocked and confused. She heard the
hysterical howling and pleading from well down the
hall. When Gina, a good friend of Michelle’s, told
the doctor she was afraid Michelle’s weakness was
being exploited, Dr. Rhoades was naturally concerned.
Michelle Childers came to the doctor’s Center for
Tactile Disorders to cure, or at least learn to
manage, her extreme ticklishness. Instead, she’d
encountered a sadistic nurse (Jenny) who delighted in
tickling her.
It didn’t take Jenny long to figure out Michelle’s
weakness. Once her breasts were stroked, the Nordic
beauty dissolved into a cackling, jiggling mess.
Jenny forced many orgasms out of Michelle.
Nurse Williams understood her predicament. There was
no question about her being caught, and she knew she’d
probably be fired. Here she was, standing over her
“patient”, Michelle Childers.
Michelle was on her hands and knees on the floor in a
bad state. No shirt, broken bra, face flushed,
physically exhausted from prolonged tickling. Her
bulging breasts still quivered from her torture, and
grazed the floor.
Dr. Rhoades, Gina and the security guard took in the
rather peculiar sight. Both Jenny and Michelle were
extremely pretty. In fact, from Guy’s (the security
guard) perspective, this was a rather erotic scene. 4
beautiful women, one on the floor, his training hadn’t
taken this into account!
Jenny spoke. “OK, stop right there. If you take
another step, I’ll tickle her!” For good measure, she
poked Michelle’s sides. Michelle’s face immediately
contorted into a look of horror. The quick tickle to
her sides was misery to her. She screamed in ticklish
agony.
“AAAHHH! No! Please, do whatever she says. I can’t
stand it! I can’t stand being tickled anymore!”
Guy turned. “This is between you all”. It’s amazing
how uncomfortable a man could get in the presence of
beautiful women. Especially an explosively busty,
half-naked woman. Then, he reconsidered his
situation. He’d been underpaid. He’d been
overworked. For years, he’d seen gorgeous patients
come and go. He’d seen the doctor herself, with her
great mind and voluptuous body, ignoring him – maybe
just because he didn’t have a PhD. He might never be
in this chance again. “Jenny, I’m with you”. He
grabbed Dr. Rhoades around her soft middle and
squeezed.
“OOOHH HOOO! HA HA HA HA HA!” Dr. Rhoades buckled.
“Ha ha doctor! Cootchie coo!”
Gina looked at her with a certain disgust. “Ok, you
bitch. Here comes the pain!”
Jenny protested as Gina moved towards her, she clearly
felt nervous.
Jenny stared at Gina. “Well, what are you going to
do? I’ll tell you. Nothing. In fact, what if I
tickled you as badly as I just tickled your busty
friend here?”
“Guess what. I’m not ticklish”.
“I’ve heard that before! I bet you are!” The buxom
nurse leapt forward towards Gina. Jenny immediately
scrubbed Gina’s ribs. Gina didn’t flinch. Meanwhile,
Dr. Rhoades was wailing and flopping on the floor.
“Not there! AH HA HA HA HA HA HAAAA! STOP! STOP!
OH HO HAAAAA!”
It turned out the doctor’s waistline was
excruciatingly sensitive. Amber knew she was not in
very good shape, but Guy didn’t mind. His fingers dug
into Amber’s soft, fleshy midsection. Her large
breasts bounced forcefully from her laughter and her
gyrations.
Michelle was still on the floor, panting, exhausted
and almost helpless. This was scary, strange and
surreal. She had so much trouble getting up and
walking without her bra, but she managed to scoot
forward towards her shirt on the floor. Michelle
often tried to take a very philosophical stance in
life.
She understood that on a purely genetic basis, she’d
inherited her body with it’s strengths and weaknesses. It was a family characteristic, large breasts and ticklishness.
Michelle’s sister was extraordinarily attractive,
unusually busty and was very ticklish on her feet and
in her sides. Michelle’s mother also had large
breasts (about the size of soccer balls), and she was
extremely ticklish on her upper body (as Michelle’s
father often exploited). Even Michelle’s grandmother
had extremely large breasts and was terribly ticklish.
So, Michelle understood her position. She just
didn’t know why she had to be so sensitive. All her
life she’d been at other’s mercy once they found out
how ticklish she was. And if they discovered that her
breasts were ticklish…those gigantic, otherworldly
breasts, she was truly helpless.
“How many times have I been tickle-tortured”, she
thought. Her sister exploited her weakness when they
were kids. Her first boyfriend tickled her breasts so
much, she thought she’d die. That terrible girl,
Arina, in college tickled her or threatened to tickle
her to do her schoolwork. The student at the food
co-op tickled her so badly, she had been willing to be
photographed naked. Two burglars actually once
tickled her so badly, it became a court case and then
her lawyer (whom she briefly dated) tickled her during
sex. And now this….this damnable nurse tickled her
breasts, her absolutely most ticklish spot, so badly
she’d had multiple orgasms. Men tickled her, women
tickled her, people in general had tortured her for
decades.
Michelle knew something had to change. She was going
to be on the other side for once.
Gina was tough. She stared back at the nurse. “Hmm.
Doesn’t tickle. Want to try somewhere else?” Gina
held her arms over her head. Doing so raised her
short, black shirt well above her midriff.
Jenny stared at the woman’s middle. “Oh, my, you have
such nice abs”. And then she pinched Gina’s sides.
Gina didn’t flinch. Jenny tried again. “Cootchie
cootchie coo! Tickle tickle tickle!” Gina didn’t
react.
Still, the doctor rolled in anguish as the security
guard explored her legs. Amber’s knees were her worst
spot. A simple tweak to her knees could have her on
the floor. Since she was already there, all she could
do was beat the floor with her fists. Each squeeze to
her knees and thighs felt like electricity shooting
through her body.
“AAHHHH HAA HAA HAAA HAAAA! YOU! HAA HAA! FIRED!
HAAA HAA!”
Gina continued her taunting, giving Michelle time to
prop herself up and put on her shirt.
“Oh, let’s see, would you like to try anywhere else?
How about my underarms?”
Jenny looked angry. “Everybody is ticklish
somewhere”. She grabbed Gina’s hips and squeezed, but
still got no reaction.
“Jenny, I’m really not ticklish. But I bet you are”.
Gina fired a finger towards Jenny’s slightly chubby
belly. Jenny snorted out a laugh. Gina kept at it,
one finger at a time. With each poke, Jenny snorted
and contorted. Jenny backed away from Gina.
“OH!”
“Ticklish?” Another poke.
“OH!”
“Hmmm…ticklish belly?” Another poke.
“EEE! Stop it!”
“A little tough when it’s on the other foot, huh!”
“DON’T!”
“Oh, does that tickle? Are you a little soft in the
belly? How about here?” Gina grabbed Jenny’s sides
and squeezed the voluptuous nurse. Jenny didn’t
react.
“Sorry, honey. I’m not ticklish there”. Jenny
grabbed Gina and tried to knock Gina to the floor.
Gina was strong, though, and smart. She grabbed the
nurse’s susceptible belly near her navel.
“OH HO! HO HO HO HO! NOT THERE!” Jenny bent over,
backed away and wrapped her arms around her waist.
Her belly was her weak spot.
Gina was not deterred. “Looks like I’ve got the upper
hand!” Gina charged. Before Michelle knew it, Gina
and Jenny wrestled on the floor. Michelle was glad
Gina wasn’t ticklish. Jenny was grabbing and goosing
Gina, but couldn’t get her to budge. Gina, however,
got her hand beneath Jenny’s rather tight-fitting
shirt. Gina’s finger found it’s way into the gorgeous
nurse’s navel. Jenny was reduced to hysterics.
“NO-HO! NOT THERE! NOT THERE! HO HO HO HO HO HO HO
HO HO!”
Gina taunted her. “You’ve got a ticklish
bellybutton!”
“NO HO HO HO HO HO HO! OH HO HO HO HO HO HO HO!”
Jenny writhed on the floor. By and large, the
voluptuous nurse wasn’t ticklish. Her belly was
sensitive, though, and her bellybutton was extremely
sensitive. Most people never knew of her Achilles'
heel.
Michelle had managed to get her shirt back on. The
lightweight t-shirt provided minimal support, but at
least enough so that she could stand up. If she moved
slowly, and kept her arms around her bosom, she
wouldn’t jiggle too badly. She was too focused on
herself, though. She didn’t notice that Guy had moved
behind Gina.
Dr. Rhoades ached from her forceful laughing. She
hadn’t been tickled in years, and had almost forgotten
how bad it was for her. Amber suddenly realized her
pants were wet.
Guy wasn’t the brightest, but he figured he’d cast his
lot with Jenny, upon whom he’d always had a crush. He
eyed the fine-looking part-Hawaiian woman. Try to
tickle Jenny, or try to tickle Gina? It was tough.
He saw Jenny’s erotic anguish on the floor. He
reasoned everybody here had been tickled, so why not
try Gina. He grabbed the athletic woman’s sides.
Gina jumped up, giving Jenny a break. She turned and
faced Guy with a strong look of determination. “I’m
not ticklish, jackass”, and kneed him in the groin,
effectively taking him out of action. She saw
Michelle, and gave her a “thumbs-up”.
Unfortunately, Jenny was determined. She quickly
recovered from her tickling and tackled Gina. She
outweighed Gina, and found herself sitting on her
back. Gina was surprised, but realized her shoes were
quickly jerked off her feet. The otherwise cool and
determined beauty panicked.
“What! Get off!”
“Now, Gina, I just wonder….your sides aren’t ticklish,
your ribs aren’t, your hips aren’t, your tummy
isn’t….but what about your feet?”
Gina kicked her legs madly. “I’M NOT TICKLISH! DON’T
TRY IT! NO! LET GO OF MY ANKLES….OH….”
Jenny held firmly onto Gina’s right ankle with one
hand, and stroked her sole with the other. Gina
exploded.
“EEEEEEE! EEEEE HEEEE HEEE HEEEEH HEEE HEEE HEE!”
“Oh, my. Somebody’s feet are ticklish! I wonder
what’s going to happen now?”
“Don’t touch my feet! Don’t do it! Michelle! Help
me! Not my feet! I swear to God I’ll die!”
Michelle was shocked. Gina was unflappable.
Unbreakable. And apparently had terribly ticklish
feet. Jenny’s fingers ran across Gina’s sole. Gina’s
brown face instantly became blood-red. Her long black
hair flew wildly. Her laughter was loud and hard.
“EEE HEEE HEEE HEE! HEEE HEEE HEEE! HEEE HEEE HEE!
STOP! STOP!”
Michelle didn’t know what to do. She took a few quick
steps towards her friend, but her darned breasts
wobbled wildly, almost knocking her off balance. She
looked for something to throw, but it was just so hard
for her to twist and turn without her bra. “Darn my
stupid boobs”, she thought to herself. Gina was
clearly in agony. “If I just weren’t so ticklish, I
could do something…”
“If you let her go, I’ll let you tickle me again!”
Michelle couldn’t believe she said that. She dreaded
being tickled.
Jenny stopped. Michelle realized Gina was crying.
“Tickle you again. OK. Naked. Hands cuffed to the
table. 15 minutes. Otherwise, I keep tickling your
friend’s feet until she bursts”.
Gina looked at Michelle. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry! My
feet are just too ticklish. Nobody’s known about that
forever”
Within minutes, Michelle found herself stripped. At
first, she was spread-eagle on an exam table. Her
gargantuan breasts flopped to either side, which was
very painful for her. It was just unworkable. So,
Jenny told Gina and Amber to hold each breast upright.
But it was better than being tickled senseless by the
cruel nurse.
This was a little unpleasant for Gina and Amber.
Neither had any lesbian tendencies, and it was kind of
hard propping up each wobbly, heavy gland. But it was
especially unpleasant for Michelle, as the mere
contact tickled her. She was laughing even before
Jenny went to work. And with every burst of laughter,
her breasts shook and jiggled. Which in turn made
them harder to support, so Gina and Amber had to move
their hands more to compensate. Which in turn tickled
Michelle more. It was a vicious cycle.
“HA HA HA HA HA! JUST DON’T DROP THEM! HA HA HA HA
HA! OH GOD!”
Jenny was silent. She started massaging Michelle’s
surprisingly trim, firm belly.
Michelle shook her head left and right. Her face,
normally a little flushed anyway, became terribly red.
She cackled while her belly was kneaded like pizza
dough.
Jenny’s hands made it into Michelle’s sides.
Michelle’s laughter was enormous. Tears flung from
her face. Still, Gina and Amber struggled to hold up
her titanic breasts.
Michelle felt her feet getting stroked. The worst
time her feet were ever tickled was back in college,
but this was just as bad. Her stomach and lungs ached
from the laughing and screaming. She just didn’t know
if she could take it.
But then, as bad as it was, she felt those fingernails
of Jenny’s dancing around her breasts. Her orgasm
started.
She remembered once, years ago, the first time her
breasts were ever tickled. She was young then, barely
a teenager, but already wearing a double-F cup.
Somebody on her school playground “playfully” prodded
her bosom with the eraser side of a pencil. It
tickled her so badly she fell to the ground laughing.
The next thing she knew, she was being tweaked, groped
and prodded. Lots of students were suspended for that
incident.
She remembered (as Jenny massaged her nipples –
practically a tickle-orgasm button) how badly some
football players in college tickled her. They were
drunk at the time, and forced Michelle to do
jumping-jacks or get tickled. Of course, a woman with
50-pound breasts had a terrible time doing jumping
jacks. Her bra broke, and she was breast-tickled for
a full 10 minutes.
Michelle’s current ordeal ended in the appointed 15
minutes. She was exhausted. Her entire body ached.
She and Gina talked in the car. “Were you ever
tickle-tortured on your feet?”
“Not since I was a kid. My dad would absolutely
tickle the crap out of me. My brother tried, but he
was pretty ticklish everywhere, so I never lost.”
“I’ve been tickle-tortured all my life. It’s time to
get some revenge”.
The characters:
Michelle Childers: age, 35. occupation:
independently wealthy, yet still runs a local food
coop. Physical appearance: shocking! A “Nordic
beauty”. Short blonde hair, light complexion, face
resembles the actress Ann Margaret. She’s about 5’7”
– 5’8”, 34-24-34, but possessed of gigantic breasts.
Each breasts weighs about 50lbs, and is something like
a watermelon crossed with a beach ball. Her main
weakness: debilitating ticklishness.
Gina Lui: a friend of Michelle’s and a lawyer. An
avid kayaker, mountain biker and rock-climber.
Greatly resembles the fitness model Lokelani
McMichael. Has rescued Michelle from a “ticklish”
situation before. Proven not to be ticklish in the
past.
Dr. Amber Rhoades. Dark-haired genius. Face like the
former model Linda Evangelista. 5’6”, but kind of
heavy at 170lbs. Very curvy, fleshy body
(38GG-32-40). Terribly ticklish, and has been
tickle-tortured in the past.
RN Jenny Williams: Young, Raquel Welch-like beauty.
Strong lesbian tendencies. Took sadistic pleasure in
tickle-torturing Michelle.
Guy Pepper, security guard. Currently shocked he’s
surrounded by these women.
“Jenny! What are you doing! What’s going on here!”
Dr. Rhoades was shocked and confused. She heard the
hysterical howling and pleading from well down the
hall. When Gina, a good friend of Michelle’s, told
the doctor she was afraid Michelle’s weakness was
being exploited, Dr. Rhoades was naturally concerned.
Michelle Childers came to the doctor’s Center for
Tactile Disorders to cure, or at least learn to
manage, her extreme ticklishness. Instead, she’d
encountered a sadistic nurse (Jenny) who delighted in
tickling her.
It didn’t take Jenny long to figure out Michelle’s
weakness. Once her breasts were stroked, the Nordic
beauty dissolved into a cackling, jiggling mess.
Jenny forced many orgasms out of Michelle.
Nurse Williams understood her predicament. There was
no question about her being caught, and she knew she’d
probably be fired. Here she was, standing over her
“patient”, Michelle Childers.
Michelle was on her hands and knees on the floor in a
bad state. No shirt, broken bra, face flushed,
physically exhausted from prolonged tickling. Her
bulging breasts still quivered from her torture, and
grazed the floor.
Dr. Rhoades, Gina and the security guard took in the
rather peculiar sight. Both Jenny and Michelle were
extremely pretty. In fact, from Guy’s (the security
guard) perspective, this was a rather erotic scene. 4
beautiful women, one on the floor, his training hadn’t
taken this into account!
Jenny spoke. “OK, stop right there. If you take
another step, I’ll tickle her!” For good measure, she
poked Michelle’s sides. Michelle’s face immediately
contorted into a look of horror. The quick tickle to
her sides was misery to her. She screamed in ticklish
agony.
“AAAHHH! No! Please, do whatever she says. I can’t
stand it! I can’t stand being tickled anymore!”
Guy turned. “This is between you all”. It’s amazing
how uncomfortable a man could get in the presence of
beautiful women. Especially an explosively busty,
half-naked woman. Then, he reconsidered his
situation. He’d been underpaid. He’d been
overworked. For years, he’d seen gorgeous patients
come and go. He’d seen the doctor herself, with her
great mind and voluptuous body, ignoring him – maybe
just because he didn’t have a PhD. He might never be
in this chance again. “Jenny, I’m with you”. He
grabbed Dr. Rhoades around her soft middle and
squeezed.
“OOOHH HOOO! HA HA HA HA HA!” Dr. Rhoades buckled.
“Ha ha doctor! Cootchie coo!”
Gina looked at her with a certain disgust. “Ok, you
bitch. Here comes the pain!”
Jenny protested as Gina moved towards her, she clearly
felt nervous.
Jenny stared at Gina. “Well, what are you going to
do? I’ll tell you. Nothing. In fact, what if I
tickled you as badly as I just tickled your busty
friend here?”
“Guess what. I’m not ticklish”.
“I’ve heard that before! I bet you are!” The buxom
nurse leapt forward towards Gina. Jenny immediately
scrubbed Gina’s ribs. Gina didn’t flinch. Meanwhile,
Dr. Rhoades was wailing and flopping on the floor.
“Not there! AH HA HA HA HA HA HAAAA! STOP! STOP!
OH HO HAAAAA!”
It turned out the doctor’s waistline was
excruciatingly sensitive. Amber knew she was not in
very good shape, but Guy didn’t mind. His fingers dug
into Amber’s soft, fleshy midsection. Her large
breasts bounced forcefully from her laughter and her
gyrations.
Michelle was still on the floor, panting, exhausted
and almost helpless. This was scary, strange and
surreal. She had so much trouble getting up and
walking without her bra, but she managed to scoot
forward towards her shirt on the floor. Michelle
often tried to take a very philosophical stance in
life.
She understood that on a purely genetic basis, she’d
inherited her body with it’s strengths and weaknesses. It was a family characteristic, large breasts and ticklishness.
Michelle’s sister was extraordinarily attractive,
unusually busty and was very ticklish on her feet and
in her sides. Michelle’s mother also had large
breasts (about the size of soccer balls), and she was
extremely ticklish on her upper body (as Michelle’s
father often exploited). Even Michelle’s grandmother
had extremely large breasts and was terribly ticklish.
So, Michelle understood her position. She just
didn’t know why she had to be so sensitive. All her
life she’d been at other’s mercy once they found out
how ticklish she was. And if they discovered that her
breasts were ticklish…those gigantic, otherworldly
breasts, she was truly helpless.
“How many times have I been tickle-tortured”, she
thought. Her sister exploited her weakness when they
were kids. Her first boyfriend tickled her breasts so
much, she thought she’d die. That terrible girl,
Arina, in college tickled her or threatened to tickle
her to do her schoolwork. The student at the food
co-op tickled her so badly, she had been willing to be
photographed naked. Two burglars actually once
tickled her so badly, it became a court case and then
her lawyer (whom she briefly dated) tickled her during
sex. And now this….this damnable nurse tickled her
breasts, her absolutely most ticklish spot, so badly
she’d had multiple orgasms. Men tickled her, women
tickled her, people in general had tortured her for
decades.
Michelle knew something had to change. She was going
to be on the other side for once.
Gina was tough. She stared back at the nurse. “Hmm.
Doesn’t tickle. Want to try somewhere else?” Gina
held her arms over her head. Doing so raised her
short, black shirt well above her midriff.
Jenny stared at the woman’s middle. “Oh, my, you have
such nice abs”. And then she pinched Gina’s sides.
Gina didn’t flinch. Jenny tried again. “Cootchie
cootchie coo! Tickle tickle tickle!” Gina didn’t
react.
Still, the doctor rolled in anguish as the security
guard explored her legs. Amber’s knees were her worst
spot. A simple tweak to her knees could have her on
the floor. Since she was already there, all she could
do was beat the floor with her fists. Each squeeze to
her knees and thighs felt like electricity shooting
through her body.
“AAHHHH HAA HAA HAAA HAAAA! YOU! HAA HAA! FIRED!
HAAA HAA!”
Gina continued her taunting, giving Michelle time to
prop herself up and put on her shirt.
“Oh, let’s see, would you like to try anywhere else?
How about my underarms?”
Jenny looked angry. “Everybody is ticklish
somewhere”. She grabbed Gina’s hips and squeezed, but
still got no reaction.
“Jenny, I’m really not ticklish. But I bet you are”.
Gina fired a finger towards Jenny’s slightly chubby
belly. Jenny snorted out a laugh. Gina kept at it,
one finger at a time. With each poke, Jenny snorted
and contorted. Jenny backed away from Gina.
“OH!”
“Ticklish?” Another poke.
“OH!”
“Hmmm…ticklish belly?” Another poke.
“EEE! Stop it!”
“A little tough when it’s on the other foot, huh!”
“DON’T!”
“Oh, does that tickle? Are you a little soft in the
belly? How about here?” Gina grabbed Jenny’s sides
and squeezed the voluptuous nurse. Jenny didn’t
react.
“Sorry, honey. I’m not ticklish there”. Jenny
grabbed Gina and tried to knock Gina to the floor.
Gina was strong, though, and smart. She grabbed the
nurse’s susceptible belly near her navel.
“OH HO! HO HO HO HO! NOT THERE!” Jenny bent over,
backed away and wrapped her arms around her waist.
Her belly was her weak spot.
Gina was not deterred. “Looks like I’ve got the upper
hand!” Gina charged. Before Michelle knew it, Gina
and Jenny wrestled on the floor. Michelle was glad
Gina wasn’t ticklish. Jenny was grabbing and goosing
Gina, but couldn’t get her to budge. Gina, however,
got her hand beneath Jenny’s rather tight-fitting
shirt. Gina’s finger found it’s way into the gorgeous
nurse’s navel. Jenny was reduced to hysterics.
“NO-HO! NOT THERE! NOT THERE! HO HO HO HO HO HO HO
HO HO!”
Gina taunted her. “You’ve got a ticklish
bellybutton!”
“NO HO HO HO HO HO HO! OH HO HO HO HO HO HO HO!”
Jenny writhed on the floor. By and large, the
voluptuous nurse wasn’t ticklish. Her belly was
sensitive, though, and her bellybutton was extremely
sensitive. Most people never knew of her Achilles'
heel.
Michelle had managed to get her shirt back on. The
lightweight t-shirt provided minimal support, but at
least enough so that she could stand up. If she moved
slowly, and kept her arms around her bosom, she
wouldn’t jiggle too badly. She was too focused on
herself, though. She didn’t notice that Guy had moved
behind Gina.
Dr. Rhoades ached from her forceful laughing. She
hadn’t been tickled in years, and had almost forgotten
how bad it was for her. Amber suddenly realized her
pants were wet.
Guy wasn’t the brightest, but he figured he’d cast his
lot with Jenny, upon whom he’d always had a crush. He
eyed the fine-looking part-Hawaiian woman. Try to
tickle Jenny, or try to tickle Gina? It was tough.
He saw Jenny’s erotic anguish on the floor. He
reasoned everybody here had been tickled, so why not
try Gina. He grabbed the athletic woman’s sides.
Gina jumped up, giving Jenny a break. She turned and
faced Guy with a strong look of determination. “I’m
not ticklish, jackass”, and kneed him in the groin,
effectively taking him out of action. She saw
Michelle, and gave her a “thumbs-up”.
Unfortunately, Jenny was determined. She quickly
recovered from her tickling and tackled Gina. She
outweighed Gina, and found herself sitting on her
back. Gina was surprised, but realized her shoes were
quickly jerked off her feet. The otherwise cool and
determined beauty panicked.
“What! Get off!”
“Now, Gina, I just wonder….your sides aren’t ticklish,
your ribs aren’t, your hips aren’t, your tummy
isn’t….but what about your feet?”
Gina kicked her legs madly. “I’M NOT TICKLISH! DON’T
TRY IT! NO! LET GO OF MY ANKLES….OH….”
Jenny held firmly onto Gina’s right ankle with one
hand, and stroked her sole with the other. Gina
exploded.
“EEEEEEE! EEEEE HEEEE HEEE HEEEEH HEEE HEEE HEE!”
“Oh, my. Somebody’s feet are ticklish! I wonder
what’s going to happen now?”
“Don’t touch my feet! Don’t do it! Michelle! Help
me! Not my feet! I swear to God I’ll die!”
Michelle was shocked. Gina was unflappable.
Unbreakable. And apparently had terribly ticklish
feet. Jenny’s fingers ran across Gina’s sole. Gina’s
brown face instantly became blood-red. Her long black
hair flew wildly. Her laughter was loud and hard.
“EEE HEEE HEEE HEE! HEEE HEEE HEEE! HEEE HEEE HEE!
STOP! STOP!”
Michelle didn’t know what to do. She took a few quick
steps towards her friend, but her darned breasts
wobbled wildly, almost knocking her off balance. She
looked for something to throw, but it was just so hard
for her to twist and turn without her bra. “Darn my
stupid boobs”, she thought to herself. Gina was
clearly in agony. “If I just weren’t so ticklish, I
could do something…”
“If you let her go, I’ll let you tickle me again!”
Michelle couldn’t believe she said that. She dreaded
being tickled.
Jenny stopped. Michelle realized Gina was crying.
“Tickle you again. OK. Naked. Hands cuffed to the
table. 15 minutes. Otherwise, I keep tickling your
friend’s feet until she bursts”.
Gina looked at Michelle. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry! My
feet are just too ticklish. Nobody’s known about that
forever”
Within minutes, Michelle found herself stripped. At
first, she was spread-eagle on an exam table. Her
gargantuan breasts flopped to either side, which was
very painful for her. It was just unworkable. So,
Jenny told Gina and Amber to hold each breast upright.
But it was better than being tickled senseless by the
cruel nurse.
This was a little unpleasant for Gina and Amber.
Neither had any lesbian tendencies, and it was kind of
hard propping up each wobbly, heavy gland. But it was
especially unpleasant for Michelle, as the mere
contact tickled her. She was laughing even before
Jenny went to work. And with every burst of laughter,
her breasts shook and jiggled. Which in turn made
them harder to support, so Gina and Amber had to move
their hands more to compensate. Which in turn tickled
Michelle more. It was a vicious cycle.
“HA HA HA HA HA! JUST DON’T DROP THEM! HA HA HA HA
HA! OH GOD!”
Jenny was silent. She started massaging Michelle’s
surprisingly trim, firm belly.
Michelle shook her head left and right. Her face,
normally a little flushed anyway, became terribly red.
She cackled while her belly was kneaded like pizza
dough.
Jenny’s hands made it into Michelle’s sides.
Michelle’s laughter was enormous. Tears flung from
her face. Still, Gina and Amber struggled to hold up
her titanic breasts.
Michelle felt her feet getting stroked. The worst
time her feet were ever tickled was back in college,
but this was just as bad. Her stomach and lungs ached
from the laughing and screaming. She just didn’t know
if she could take it.
But then, as bad as it was, she felt those fingernails
of Jenny’s dancing around her breasts. Her orgasm
started.
She remembered once, years ago, the first time her
breasts were ever tickled. She was young then, barely
a teenager, but already wearing a double-F cup.
Somebody on her school playground “playfully” prodded
her bosom with the eraser side of a pencil. It
tickled her so badly she fell to the ground laughing.
The next thing she knew, she was being tweaked, groped
and prodded. Lots of students were suspended for that
incident.
She remembered (as Jenny massaged her nipples –
practically a tickle-orgasm button) how badly some
football players in college tickled her. They were
drunk at the time, and forced Michelle to do
jumping-jacks or get tickled. Of course, a woman with
50-pound breasts had a terrible time doing jumping
jacks. Her bra broke, and she was breast-tickled for
a full 10 minutes.
Michelle’s current ordeal ended in the appointed 15
minutes. She was exhausted. Her entire body ached.
She and Gina talked in the car. “Were you ever
tickle-tortured on your feet?”
“Not since I was a kid. My dad would absolutely
tickle the crap out of me. My brother tried, but he
was pretty ticklish everywhere, so I never lost.”
“I’ve been tickle-tortured all my life. It’s time to
get some revenge”.
loved it
