TickleMantis
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Part Three...
"MMmmm! MMmhhh!" Tina tried with all her desperate might to shake her head but Spencer held it too tightly in place.
With her mouth covered by Spencer's hands poor Tina couldn't even laugh aloud as Will dug all ten of his wiggling fingers directly into Tina's sides. Unfortunatley for Tina being pinned and having her tummy tickled wasn't the worst of it as Greg was starting his systematic torture of Tina's bare feet. 'Not my feet' Tina would have screamed among her cackles had she been able to get anything past Spencer's hand besides tormented muffles.The red faced blonde wanted to call for help, beg for mercy, anything to make the terrible tickling stop, instead her eyes just sat wide in partial disbelief and her large boobs jiggled.
A hard rough tickling clawed at Tina's soft ribs as Will's fingers dug inbetween them with rapid squeezing motions. Light maddening dancing skated over the teary eyed girl's soles as her feet wiggled helplessly. A minute passed and a light gleam of sweat began to form around Tina's fully errect nipples, she had no idea such hellish feelings could turn her on to such a degree. Tina's long slender arms batted fitfully at the soft carpet and batted weakly at Will's assault but it did no good whatsoever, the poor girl could do nothing but lay there half naked and be tortured.
"Tina" Came Chrissa's voice suddenly from the direction of her bedroom door. "You have guests arriving and Aunty Roe is still waiting to see you."
Never in her life had Tina been so happy to hear her older sisters voice. Looking around quickly the three boys immediatley ceased their activity and their stomachs sank in perfect sync. Red faced with embaressment Will, Greg and Spencer shifted akwardly under the surprisingly casual stare of Tina's older sister. After all, the boys did have Tina topless, pinned and tickled right there on the floor. Standing up the three boys shuffled a little, Greg wondered briefly what it might be like to get Chrissa in such a state as her little sister and then dismissed the thought as he followed his two comrades out the room.
"Uh...well just-just got see what's, ahem, happening down stairs." Greg said being last out of the room as almost broke into a full blown sprint.
"See you down there in a bit." Chrissa said with amazing calm, despite the scene she had just come across it didn't seem to bother her in the least.
"Hhh...hhh...oh..." Tina covered her breasts and sat up, leaning her back against the bed the sweaty teary eyed blonde began to recatch her breath.
"Mom thought you were still trying to decide what to wear." Chrissa said noticing the small pink skirt Tina wore and the white cotton t-shirt that lay atop the bed. "But obviously you were busy with the boys."
"Oh yeah..." Tina said standing up and bringing her previously dropped bikini top with her. "...they were just playing around."
"Well whatever." Chrissa replied knowing that despite the fact Tina had been found topless the three boys she had been found with would never really do anything to hurt Tina. "Aunty Roe's been here for over half and hour."
"I'm coming, I'm coming." Tina said clipping her bikini top back on and reaching for the tight white t-shirt. "I've been trying to get ready for ages."
"Tinaaaa" Came a slightly nasal voice from behind the two sisters, it was unmistakeably their Aunty Roe.
Aunty Roe was overly friendly to everyone, there was never anyone that didn't like her. At nearly 6ft with long wavey firey red hair and the same melon sized fleshy boobs that ran in the family their mother's sister was also a knock out for looks. A tight sky blue button up blouse and even tighter dark denim jeans only served to accentuated their aunt's heriditary beauty. Unfortunatley for the two sisters the other thing that came in the family was a nasty habit tickling the other women in the family, Roe herself had been a victim of her own mother. It was Roe who had tormented Dianne, Tina's mother, through out her childhood. Even more unfortunate of course was that even though every woman in the family tree had been hopelessly ticklish for generations, Tina truly took the sensitivity cake. When it came to being ticklish, Tina was reluctently crowned queen.
"Auny Roe!" Tina said welcoming the 40-something red head into her room as she slid her arms through the small sleeves of her small white t-shirt.
"What's taken you so long?" Roe asked with her usual cheery tone as Tina strained a little to try and put the too small shirt on without stretching the cotton. "I've been here for over a half hour!"
"It's nothing aunty Roe, I just got a little held up." Tina replied as she got the shirt over her head and with her arms akwardly in the air began the precise process of wiggling into it.
"A few of her friends were just giving Tina a little birthday tickle." Chrissa said knowing full well where her meer mention of the t-word would no doubt lead Roe's mind.
"Oh Tina!" Roe said with an amused chuckle as she looked upon her busty neice struggling to pull a t-shirt down over her head. "You're not still ticklish at your age?"
"Are you kidding?" Chrissa asked doing absolutley nothing to help the situation. "Tina's more ticklish than ever!"
"EEE!" Tina squeaked feeling the unmistakable scritch of her aunt's long nails dance lightly up her exposed side.
Tina tried quickly to get the shirt down but with the threat of oncoming tickles the poor girl began to panic. Unwarrrented giggles began to set in, nervous laughter occured that was totally unprovoked. With the young blonde's giggles on the rise Tina felt another poke from her aunt and let out a high pitch squeal, she began to dance her feet about as if needing desperatley to go to the bathroom. Unable to see Tina turned side on to her aunt leading to five wiggling nails spidering all over her tummy.
"What a giggly little girl!" Aunt Roe teased, it was evident where her mother had picked up that habit.
"Ehee! Noaha! Aunteeehehee!" Tina danced about trying to loose balance but with Roe's increasing pokes and strokes around her sides and ticklish tummy it was becoming increasingly difficult.
"Looks like aunty Roe wasn't to give you a birthday tickle too Tina!" Chrissa said now activley encouraging her younger sisters torment.
"Ohno!" Tina squealed as she stood too close to her own bed and toppled back onto with her aunt's long painted nails following her all the way.
"Oh yes!" Aunt Roe teased liking the concept of a 'birthday tickle' and enthusiastically scribbling all ten fingers all over Tina's lower torso.
"Eeehee! Noho! Eeeheehee!" Tina cried helplessly as she rolled about blind on her bed unable to bring her arms down from the confusion. "Heehee! Ohheeehee!"
Watching Tina roll about in a hysterical mess Chrissa thanked her lucky stars it wasn't her under Roe's devilish finger nails. Out of all the women in their family it was Roe who had been tickling the longest, for all the times Chrissa had pinned Tina and tickled her silly Roe had done it ten fold to Dianne, Chrissa and Tina. Roe was well practised indeed in the art of driving ticklish girls mad with those long nails of hers.
As Aunt Roe kneeled onto the bed and Tina kicked her legs wildly, still unable to free her arms or regain vision other than that of the inside of her own t-shirt, Chrissa recalled some of the many stories her mother had told her about Roe's ticklish assaults. Sure, Chrissa had been under Roe's nails, and most of the stories were told to Chrissa while under her own mothers tickling touch, but never had Roe bought on the fury or torment dealt out to Dianne, Chrissa and Tina's mother, over the years. One such story, a tale that made Chrissa's spine shiver when she recalled it, was that of Roe pinning Dianne down one lazy sunday afternoon in their late teens and dancing her nails over Dianne's bare soles for over an hour and half. Chrissa's record for pinning Tina was twenty five minutes, Chrissa had once been pinned for fifteen by her mother but to keep it up for nearly two hours took a certain sadistic streak found only in aunty Roe.
"Aunty Roe." Chrissa said quietly not wanting Roe's nails to be focused on her but still feeling slightly sorry for Tina given that she had just been through a tickling with the boys, Chrissa was cruel but she wasn't merciless. "I think there are more guests arriving."
"What's that dear?" Roe replied not even breaking her pace for a second as she looked toward Chrissa but kept her long nails trained on Tina's tummy, one digging square into her belly button which Chrissa knew must have been particularly excrutiating.
"I um-I think there are more guests arriving." Chrissa repeated herself making a special point to stay close to the door, although she knew in reality that if Roe switched targets running away was only going to prolong the torture. "Tina should probably go and see them soon."
"My goodness" Roe replied grabbing ahold of Tina's t-shirt and pulling it down over the hysterical girl's head. "you're absolutley right."
"Hhhee...hhh..." Tina sat up quickly and leant foward a little as she recovered from her fourth tickling of the day.
"You're sister's right Tina" Roe said as she stood up from the bed and pressed her blouse out smooth. "You should go down and greet your guests...unless you want to stay here?"
"Eeep!" Tina squealed as aunt Roe poked her in the side causing the young blonde to leap from the bed. "I'm going!"
"...alright." Chrissa said quietly with a slight sigh of relief as she turned to follow Tina out of the room.
"Wait a second..." Roe said suddenly gripping Chrissa around her wrist before she had managed to fully turn toward the door. "...where do you think you're going missy?"
"D-down stairs." Chrissa's heart sunk as she caught on considerably faster to aunt Roe's games than Tina ever did.
"Oh no...you've missed out of twenty three birthday tickles!" Roe said causing Tina, who had passed the threshold, to turn back just in time to see the panic stricken look on Chrissa's face.
"No-no...see it only happens on the birthday!" Chrissa explained quickly clearly making up the rules as she went to a game she herself had created meer minutes ago.
"Right...and you've missed out!" Roe said tugging Chrissa a step back into the room as she gripped the young woman's wrist with her other hand. "We can't have that can we?"
"...Tina?" Chrissa turned her gaze in a last ditch attempt, final hope, pleading stare at her younger sister.
"Sorry Chrissy..." Tina said with an unusually wicked leer as she grabbed the door handle. "...I wouldn't want you to miss out."
Closing her bedroom door behind her Tina took a second to straighten her shirt before beggining a casual walk toward the stairs. Decending onto the first step Tina heard a loud squeal followed by a rapid torrent of giggles. The familiar please's, no's, help's, stop's and other forms of pleading followed and melded in hopelessly with the giggling. By the half way point down the stairs the loud giggles had turned to helpless laughter and it was unmistakeable that Tina's older sister was now at the full mercy of aunty Roe's sadistic tickling fingers.
By three in the afternoon all the guests had arrived, Tina had opened a large amount of thoughtful presents (save for the brightly coloured feathers from Uncle Ray) and the cake had settled in. Tossing of her shoes, skirt and tight white t-shirt Tina revealed her full figured glory in that tiny pink bikini before descending into the large backyard pool with her friends. There wasn't a kid in the pool not from her highschool, most lived within a few blocks. The grownups continued to chat around the barbeque and as time passed the amount of people in and out of the pool became less and less.
"Have your fingers gone wrinkly?" Greg asked, the clock reaching on 6pm and the sky becoming a mix of blues and oranges.
"How long have we been in here?" Said Will examining his own fingers and realising that there were only five people left in the pool.
Spencer had left over an hour before, he had a basketball try out or some such thing. What little grown ups were left had retired inside long ago for coffee. The only people left in the pool were Tina, Greg, Will and two young women who Tina knew from high school. Given that three young women were in the pool with them it was fairly clear to see why neither Greg nor Will had left the water in so long, ecspecially seeing as not only were the girls insanley attractive but two of them were openly gay.
Gemma and Sasha were a match made in heaven, both had long dark hair, ample bussoms (not quite the baloons that Tina sported) and practically hairless bodies that were to die for. Their well toned bikini clad bodies would have been more than enough to keep the two boys hanging around but the fact they were lesbians, with eachother no less, was the icing on the cake. From time to time Gemma would stroke passed Sasha and neither Will nor Greg ever let any physical contact between the two go unnoticed, ecspecially when the two had kissed less than a half hour ago. What could they do, Will and Greg were young and packed with testosterone, they couldn't have left that pool if they wanted to.
"Too long." Sasha replied as she moved slowly, seductivley, through the cool blue water of the large pool.
"Maybe we should play a game." Gemma suggested following close behind her lover although meerly walking slow instead of the subtle swim that Sasha had, of course Gemma's movements were no less seductive in nature.
"Like Marco Polo?" Tina suggested leaning against the side of the pool with her elbows up on the sides, her large soaking breasts threatening to burst from her tiny bikini top at any moment.
"I'm game." Greg suggested moving closer toward the girls.
"Marco Polo?" Sasha asked the group of friends looking around from person to person.
"Okay Tina" Will said taking a step toward the opposite end of the pool. "Your birthday, you're it!"
"Hey!" Tina said with pitch and giggle.
"Fair's fair!" Greg said with a grin making his way toward the back of the pool along with Sasha, Gemma and Will.
"Alright, alright...don't get out of the pool and leave me here though!" Tina smiled and put her back against the end of the pool.
Tina's round was over surprisingly fast. Despite the young girl's general lack of common sense and regular intelligence she was quite talented when it came to moving through the water. Greg found hrimself being swiftly captured by Tina within a couple of minutes, and as according to the rules he took place as the person to keep his eyes shut and call 'Marco'. Unfortunatley regardless of Tina's speed in the water it was her lack of tactics that let her down in the end. Speed meant nothing when it came to getting a little to cocky, Tina would get closer and closer each time calling 'Polo' to Greg's calls of 'Marco'. Each time Tina would swiftly scoot through the water like a mermaid, until the last time when she got meer inches from Greg and then even she could not clear out in time.
"Gotcha!" Greg yelled sliding his hand down Tina's slippery wet arm until finally getting a grip on her wrist as his eyes sprung open wide. "C'mere you!"
"Ahh!" Tina squealed with playful excitement immediatley regretting her egotistic mistake as Greg pulled her close and wrapped his arms around her midsection from behind. "Eeeaha! Ohno! Greg! Aheeheeee!"
With his arms tightly locked around Tina holding the bikini clad girl in place Greg was able to dig all ten of his fingers squarley into her ticklish sides. Kicking and splashing about frantically the poor blonde could do little, instantly weakend and slowed down dramatically by the water. Stopping everythign Sasha, Gemma and Will looked on at Tina who fought desperatley yet helplessly to get away. Will remembered earlier in the day when he and the other two lads had tickled Tina, the memory posed the question; would he get to tickle her again or have to stand back until Greg had finished...would it be totally inappropriate infront of Sasha and Gemma to begin attacking their blonde friend? Watching the girl's reactions carefully Will found himself in a state of delight when Sasha raised a playful eye brow, Gemma gave a wicked grin and the two advanced toward Tina with wiggling fingers.
"This is what you get for being cocky!" Sasha said moving toward her squealing friend with menacingly long nails.
"Nahahah! No Sashahaha! Gemeeehheee!" Tina begged realising her predicament as her friends ganged up on her to form a full on ticklish attack.
"Sorry T!" Will said feeling fully free to join in the fun as he too began an advance. "Sasha's right, you shouldn't have been so over confident!"
Seconds passed and it looked like a feeding frenzy from the amount of splashing going on. Tina laughed and squealed as forty fingers darted all over her upper body. Totally surrrounded on all sides Greg had let go of his hysterical friend, there was nowhere Tina could go. Sasha, Greg, Gemma and Will all stood close forming a tight tickle prison to which there was no escape. Moving one way would only ensure more tickling from the opposite way.
"AHAAHAH! PLEHEEE! NAHAHA!" Tina screamed as she fought the mutli armed beast in her confusion, her soft ticklish tummy poked and forced to squirm in every direction, her silky smooth under arms stroked quickly and poked with frightening speed, even her thong sporting peach like butt was recieving special attention from one naughty hand below the surface. "Stop! Nooh! AHAHAH!"
Inside the house, through several walls, the half dozen remaining adults could hear the occasional high pitch squeal and plead for mercy. Each and everyone of them knew without a doubt it was Tina getting a tickle or two. None of them, including Tina's parents, thought anything of it. 'Silly old ticklish Tina' was about as much concern as the poor girl was likley to get, they wouldn't even break from their chairs. The adults had no idea her perfect butt cheeks were being lightly spider tickled, her soft ribs were being lobster clawed, her belly button was being poked, her sides were being squeezed, her under arms were being stroked, or her bikini top had just fallen off.
To be continued...
Part Three...
"MMmmm! MMmhhh!" Tina tried with all her desperate might to shake her head but Spencer held it too tightly in place.
With her mouth covered by Spencer's hands poor Tina couldn't even laugh aloud as Will dug all ten of his wiggling fingers directly into Tina's sides. Unfortunatley for Tina being pinned and having her tummy tickled wasn't the worst of it as Greg was starting his systematic torture of Tina's bare feet. 'Not my feet' Tina would have screamed among her cackles had she been able to get anything past Spencer's hand besides tormented muffles.The red faced blonde wanted to call for help, beg for mercy, anything to make the terrible tickling stop, instead her eyes just sat wide in partial disbelief and her large boobs jiggled.
A hard rough tickling clawed at Tina's soft ribs as Will's fingers dug inbetween them with rapid squeezing motions. Light maddening dancing skated over the teary eyed girl's soles as her feet wiggled helplessly. A minute passed and a light gleam of sweat began to form around Tina's fully errect nipples, she had no idea such hellish feelings could turn her on to such a degree. Tina's long slender arms batted fitfully at the soft carpet and batted weakly at Will's assault but it did no good whatsoever, the poor girl could do nothing but lay there half naked and be tortured.
"Tina" Came Chrissa's voice suddenly from the direction of her bedroom door. "You have guests arriving and Aunty Roe is still waiting to see you."
Never in her life had Tina been so happy to hear her older sisters voice. Looking around quickly the three boys immediatley ceased their activity and their stomachs sank in perfect sync. Red faced with embaressment Will, Greg and Spencer shifted akwardly under the surprisingly casual stare of Tina's older sister. After all, the boys did have Tina topless, pinned and tickled right there on the floor. Standing up the three boys shuffled a little, Greg wondered briefly what it might be like to get Chrissa in such a state as her little sister and then dismissed the thought as he followed his two comrades out the room.
"Uh...well just-just got see what's, ahem, happening down stairs." Greg said being last out of the room as almost broke into a full blown sprint.
"See you down there in a bit." Chrissa said with amazing calm, despite the scene she had just come across it didn't seem to bother her in the least.
"Hhh...hhh...oh..." Tina covered her breasts and sat up, leaning her back against the bed the sweaty teary eyed blonde began to recatch her breath.
"Mom thought you were still trying to decide what to wear." Chrissa said noticing the small pink skirt Tina wore and the white cotton t-shirt that lay atop the bed. "But obviously you were busy with the boys."
"Oh yeah..." Tina said standing up and bringing her previously dropped bikini top with her. "...they were just playing around."
"Well whatever." Chrissa replied knowing that despite the fact Tina had been found topless the three boys she had been found with would never really do anything to hurt Tina. "Aunty Roe's been here for over half and hour."
"I'm coming, I'm coming." Tina said clipping her bikini top back on and reaching for the tight white t-shirt. "I've been trying to get ready for ages."
"Tinaaaa" Came a slightly nasal voice from behind the two sisters, it was unmistakeably their Aunty Roe.
Aunty Roe was overly friendly to everyone, there was never anyone that didn't like her. At nearly 6ft with long wavey firey red hair and the same melon sized fleshy boobs that ran in the family their mother's sister was also a knock out for looks. A tight sky blue button up blouse and even tighter dark denim jeans only served to accentuated their aunt's heriditary beauty. Unfortunatley for the two sisters the other thing that came in the family was a nasty habit tickling the other women in the family, Roe herself had been a victim of her own mother. It was Roe who had tormented Dianne, Tina's mother, through out her childhood. Even more unfortunate of course was that even though every woman in the family tree had been hopelessly ticklish for generations, Tina truly took the sensitivity cake. When it came to being ticklish, Tina was reluctently crowned queen.
"Auny Roe!" Tina said welcoming the 40-something red head into her room as she slid her arms through the small sleeves of her small white t-shirt.
"What's taken you so long?" Roe asked with her usual cheery tone as Tina strained a little to try and put the too small shirt on without stretching the cotton. "I've been here for over a half hour!"
"It's nothing aunty Roe, I just got a little held up." Tina replied as she got the shirt over her head and with her arms akwardly in the air began the precise process of wiggling into it.
"A few of her friends were just giving Tina a little birthday tickle." Chrissa said knowing full well where her meer mention of the t-word would no doubt lead Roe's mind.
"Oh Tina!" Roe said with an amused chuckle as she looked upon her busty neice struggling to pull a t-shirt down over her head. "You're not still ticklish at your age?"
"Are you kidding?" Chrissa asked doing absolutley nothing to help the situation. "Tina's more ticklish than ever!"
"EEE!" Tina squeaked feeling the unmistakable scritch of her aunt's long nails dance lightly up her exposed side.
Tina tried quickly to get the shirt down but with the threat of oncoming tickles the poor girl began to panic. Unwarrrented giggles began to set in, nervous laughter occured that was totally unprovoked. With the young blonde's giggles on the rise Tina felt another poke from her aunt and let out a high pitch squeal, she began to dance her feet about as if needing desperatley to go to the bathroom. Unable to see Tina turned side on to her aunt leading to five wiggling nails spidering all over her tummy.
"What a giggly little girl!" Aunt Roe teased, it was evident where her mother had picked up that habit.
"Ehee! Noaha! Aunteeehehee!" Tina danced about trying to loose balance but with Roe's increasing pokes and strokes around her sides and ticklish tummy it was becoming increasingly difficult.
"Looks like aunty Roe wasn't to give you a birthday tickle too Tina!" Chrissa said now activley encouraging her younger sisters torment.
"Ohno!" Tina squealed as she stood too close to her own bed and toppled back onto with her aunt's long painted nails following her all the way.
"Oh yes!" Aunt Roe teased liking the concept of a 'birthday tickle' and enthusiastically scribbling all ten fingers all over Tina's lower torso.
"Eeehee! Noho! Eeeheehee!" Tina cried helplessly as she rolled about blind on her bed unable to bring her arms down from the confusion. "Heehee! Ohheeehee!"
Watching Tina roll about in a hysterical mess Chrissa thanked her lucky stars it wasn't her under Roe's devilish finger nails. Out of all the women in their family it was Roe who had been tickling the longest, for all the times Chrissa had pinned Tina and tickled her silly Roe had done it ten fold to Dianne, Chrissa and Tina. Roe was well practised indeed in the art of driving ticklish girls mad with those long nails of hers.
As Aunt Roe kneeled onto the bed and Tina kicked her legs wildly, still unable to free her arms or regain vision other than that of the inside of her own t-shirt, Chrissa recalled some of the many stories her mother had told her about Roe's ticklish assaults. Sure, Chrissa had been under Roe's nails, and most of the stories were told to Chrissa while under her own mothers tickling touch, but never had Roe bought on the fury or torment dealt out to Dianne, Chrissa and Tina's mother, over the years. One such story, a tale that made Chrissa's spine shiver when she recalled it, was that of Roe pinning Dianne down one lazy sunday afternoon in their late teens and dancing her nails over Dianne's bare soles for over an hour and half. Chrissa's record for pinning Tina was twenty five minutes, Chrissa had once been pinned for fifteen by her mother but to keep it up for nearly two hours took a certain sadistic streak found only in aunty Roe.
"Aunty Roe." Chrissa said quietly not wanting Roe's nails to be focused on her but still feeling slightly sorry for Tina given that she had just been through a tickling with the boys, Chrissa was cruel but she wasn't merciless. "I think there are more guests arriving."
"What's that dear?" Roe replied not even breaking her pace for a second as she looked toward Chrissa but kept her long nails trained on Tina's tummy, one digging square into her belly button which Chrissa knew must have been particularly excrutiating.
"I um-I think there are more guests arriving." Chrissa repeated herself making a special point to stay close to the door, although she knew in reality that if Roe switched targets running away was only going to prolong the torture. "Tina should probably go and see them soon."
"My goodness" Roe replied grabbing ahold of Tina's t-shirt and pulling it down over the hysterical girl's head. "you're absolutley right."
"Hhhee...hhh..." Tina sat up quickly and leant foward a little as she recovered from her fourth tickling of the day.
"You're sister's right Tina" Roe said as she stood up from the bed and pressed her blouse out smooth. "You should go down and greet your guests...unless you want to stay here?"
"Eeep!" Tina squealed as aunt Roe poked her in the side causing the young blonde to leap from the bed. "I'm going!"
"...alright." Chrissa said quietly with a slight sigh of relief as she turned to follow Tina out of the room.
"Wait a second..." Roe said suddenly gripping Chrissa around her wrist before she had managed to fully turn toward the door. "...where do you think you're going missy?"
"D-down stairs." Chrissa's heart sunk as she caught on considerably faster to aunt Roe's games than Tina ever did.
"Oh no...you've missed out of twenty three birthday tickles!" Roe said causing Tina, who had passed the threshold, to turn back just in time to see the panic stricken look on Chrissa's face.
"No-no...see it only happens on the birthday!" Chrissa explained quickly clearly making up the rules as she went to a game she herself had created meer minutes ago.
"Right...and you've missed out!" Roe said tugging Chrissa a step back into the room as she gripped the young woman's wrist with her other hand. "We can't have that can we?"
"...Tina?" Chrissa turned her gaze in a last ditch attempt, final hope, pleading stare at her younger sister.
"Sorry Chrissy..." Tina said with an unusually wicked leer as she grabbed the door handle. "...I wouldn't want you to miss out."
Closing her bedroom door behind her Tina took a second to straighten her shirt before beggining a casual walk toward the stairs. Decending onto the first step Tina heard a loud squeal followed by a rapid torrent of giggles. The familiar please's, no's, help's, stop's and other forms of pleading followed and melded in hopelessly with the giggling. By the half way point down the stairs the loud giggles had turned to helpless laughter and it was unmistakeable that Tina's older sister was now at the full mercy of aunty Roe's sadistic tickling fingers.
By three in the afternoon all the guests had arrived, Tina had opened a large amount of thoughtful presents (save for the brightly coloured feathers from Uncle Ray) and the cake had settled in. Tossing of her shoes, skirt and tight white t-shirt Tina revealed her full figured glory in that tiny pink bikini before descending into the large backyard pool with her friends. There wasn't a kid in the pool not from her highschool, most lived within a few blocks. The grownups continued to chat around the barbeque and as time passed the amount of people in and out of the pool became less and less.
"Have your fingers gone wrinkly?" Greg asked, the clock reaching on 6pm and the sky becoming a mix of blues and oranges.
"How long have we been in here?" Said Will examining his own fingers and realising that there were only five people left in the pool.
Spencer had left over an hour before, he had a basketball try out or some such thing. What little grown ups were left had retired inside long ago for coffee. The only people left in the pool were Tina, Greg, Will and two young women who Tina knew from high school. Given that three young women were in the pool with them it was fairly clear to see why neither Greg nor Will had left the water in so long, ecspecially seeing as not only were the girls insanley attractive but two of them were openly gay.
Gemma and Sasha were a match made in heaven, both had long dark hair, ample bussoms (not quite the baloons that Tina sported) and practically hairless bodies that were to die for. Their well toned bikini clad bodies would have been more than enough to keep the two boys hanging around but the fact they were lesbians, with eachother no less, was the icing on the cake. From time to time Gemma would stroke passed Sasha and neither Will nor Greg ever let any physical contact between the two go unnoticed, ecspecially when the two had kissed less than a half hour ago. What could they do, Will and Greg were young and packed with testosterone, they couldn't have left that pool if they wanted to.
"Too long." Sasha replied as she moved slowly, seductivley, through the cool blue water of the large pool.
"Maybe we should play a game." Gemma suggested following close behind her lover although meerly walking slow instead of the subtle swim that Sasha had, of course Gemma's movements were no less seductive in nature.
"Like Marco Polo?" Tina suggested leaning against the side of the pool with her elbows up on the sides, her large soaking breasts threatening to burst from her tiny bikini top at any moment.
"I'm game." Greg suggested moving closer toward the girls.
"Marco Polo?" Sasha asked the group of friends looking around from person to person.
"Okay Tina" Will said taking a step toward the opposite end of the pool. "Your birthday, you're it!"
"Hey!" Tina said with pitch and giggle.
"Fair's fair!" Greg said with a grin making his way toward the back of the pool along with Sasha, Gemma and Will.
"Alright, alright...don't get out of the pool and leave me here though!" Tina smiled and put her back against the end of the pool.
Tina's round was over surprisingly fast. Despite the young girl's general lack of common sense and regular intelligence she was quite talented when it came to moving through the water. Greg found hrimself being swiftly captured by Tina within a couple of minutes, and as according to the rules he took place as the person to keep his eyes shut and call 'Marco'. Unfortunatley regardless of Tina's speed in the water it was her lack of tactics that let her down in the end. Speed meant nothing when it came to getting a little to cocky, Tina would get closer and closer each time calling 'Polo' to Greg's calls of 'Marco'. Each time Tina would swiftly scoot through the water like a mermaid, until the last time when she got meer inches from Greg and then even she could not clear out in time.
"Gotcha!" Greg yelled sliding his hand down Tina's slippery wet arm until finally getting a grip on her wrist as his eyes sprung open wide. "C'mere you!"
"Ahh!" Tina squealed with playful excitement immediatley regretting her egotistic mistake as Greg pulled her close and wrapped his arms around her midsection from behind. "Eeeaha! Ohno! Greg! Aheeheeee!"
With his arms tightly locked around Tina holding the bikini clad girl in place Greg was able to dig all ten of his fingers squarley into her ticklish sides. Kicking and splashing about frantically the poor blonde could do little, instantly weakend and slowed down dramatically by the water. Stopping everythign Sasha, Gemma and Will looked on at Tina who fought desperatley yet helplessly to get away. Will remembered earlier in the day when he and the other two lads had tickled Tina, the memory posed the question; would he get to tickle her again or have to stand back until Greg had finished...would it be totally inappropriate infront of Sasha and Gemma to begin attacking their blonde friend? Watching the girl's reactions carefully Will found himself in a state of delight when Sasha raised a playful eye brow, Gemma gave a wicked grin and the two advanced toward Tina with wiggling fingers.
"This is what you get for being cocky!" Sasha said moving toward her squealing friend with menacingly long nails.
"Nahahah! No Sashahaha! Gemeeehheee!" Tina begged realising her predicament as her friends ganged up on her to form a full on ticklish attack.
"Sorry T!" Will said feeling fully free to join in the fun as he too began an advance. "Sasha's right, you shouldn't have been so over confident!"
Seconds passed and it looked like a feeding frenzy from the amount of splashing going on. Tina laughed and squealed as forty fingers darted all over her upper body. Totally surrrounded on all sides Greg had let go of his hysterical friend, there was nowhere Tina could go. Sasha, Greg, Gemma and Will all stood close forming a tight tickle prison to which there was no escape. Moving one way would only ensure more tickling from the opposite way.
"AHAAHAH! PLEHEEE! NAHAHA!" Tina screamed as she fought the mutli armed beast in her confusion, her soft ticklish tummy poked and forced to squirm in every direction, her silky smooth under arms stroked quickly and poked with frightening speed, even her thong sporting peach like butt was recieving special attention from one naughty hand below the surface. "Stop! Nooh! AHAHAH!"
Inside the house, through several walls, the half dozen remaining adults could hear the occasional high pitch squeal and plead for mercy. Each and everyone of them knew without a doubt it was Tina getting a tickle or two. None of them, including Tina's parents, thought anything of it. 'Silly old ticklish Tina' was about as much concern as the poor girl was likley to get, they wouldn't even break from their chairs. The adults had no idea her perfect butt cheeks were being lightly spider tickled, her soft ribs were being lobster clawed, her belly button was being poked, her sides were being squeezed, her under arms were being stroked, or her bikini top had just fallen off.
To be continued...
