A new tale for all you Kelly fans. My voluptuous tickle vixen is back in a new adventure. All characters over 18. All feedback encouraged. Please enjoy!
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Kelly was busy in her office, tying up loose ends. Her duties as a professor pretty much done for the year, as finals had ended, and Seniors were prepping for graduation events. The voluptuous, forty-something blonde allowed herself to daydream, thinking about her Senior males, who technically weren’t her students anymore. Not only was she the embodiment of tits and ass, but also belly, chin, as well as cellulite around her thighs and arms. It didn’t matter, as she was bisexual. She preferred women romantically, and had a steady girlfriend. Though, she could never say no to a young, male, at-least-eighteen-year-old, body; for quick bedroom fun, or to satisfy her wild foot-tickle fetish. Her girlfriend didn’t mind, as she loved tickle-torture as well. Many a time she allowed herself, during class testing periods, to imagine using her authority to bring home a male student, and tickle him until he begged himself hoarse, or cried. She could feel her panty line dampening at the thought when....
*KNOCK KNOCK*
Kelly quickly straightened up and composed herself, pushing her glasses back on her nose. Then:
“Come in!”
Her office hours hadn’t started yet, but in came one of her students. He wasn’t model or movie-star hot, but he was cute, and legal. Kelly’s small checklist. She outwardly smiled towards him, and inwardly, got herself excited.
“Oh, hey, how may I help you?” Kelly asked. Her students were used to her friendly demeanor. They were all on a first-name basis, of course, and saw her more as a pal, than a teacher, especially the males. If only they knew how she felt about them.
The male twenty-something Senior student apologized for intruding, but asked if he could discuss something with her. A recurring dream he was having difficulty understanding. Kelly dropped everything and promised to be all ears. ‘God, he was cute. I wonder what his toes taste like?’ she thought.
He proceeded to tell Kelly the dream: He was in a large bookstore, completely naked (Kelly was glad she wasn’t eating during this info, or she’d have likely choked). He wandered the store, but nobody would acknowledge him. All he’d see were women of all shapes and sizes. They’d ogle him, but otherwise ignore him. Finally, he’d get refuge from their stares by ducking into a dark corner of shelving. Only then would he run into the biggest, full-figured woman. She would sit on him, trapping him to the floor. His willpower would no longer hold out, and he’d release all over her. He described it as New York City after the Marshmallow Man blew up at the end of the original ‘Ghostbusters.’ He then asked her thoughts.
Kelly was shocked. She didn’t know what to say or how to say it. Had she even heard the whole scenario correctly? Was this some good karma coming back to her?
She must’ve been silent too long, as he touched her upper arm to get her attention. She snapped out of it. It was Friday. Before speaking, Kelly made a snap decision.
“Sorry...” she looked at him. “I would love to help you understand this dream, but I can’t give you the attention you deserve at the moment.” (‘Because I have to pleasure myself now.’ she thought.) “But, if you trust me, I can help you out. Do you trust me?” She asked, looking into his eyes. He nodded.
“Good,” she scribbled something on a piece of notepaper, and gave it to him. “Tonight at 7, go to this address. I promise I will help you.”
The student thanked her, and went on his way. After the door shut, she gazed longingly into space, before licking her lips. She picked up her cell phone to make a few texts and calls.
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The young man promptly reached the address, a stately looking McMansion, set back from the main road. He wondered how Kelly would help him out, all the way here? Nonetheless, he rang the doorbell. The door was opened by a short, frizzy/curly-haired redhead. She was full-figured, wearing black denim jeans and a black bikini top. Her potbelly was noticeable, as it spilled over the front of her jeans. Although she wasn’t exactly the girl from his dream, she was pleasing to his eyes all the same.
“Hi, come in, come in!” she gestured, and ushered him inside the foyer. The rest of the house was blocked off by a heavy curtain, there was a doorway without a door to the left of them. “It’s so nice to have you here. You can call me Red. This is my house. I’m Kelly’s wealthy girlfriend. Yes, in case you didn’t know, your beloved professor is a lesbian...or maybe bisexual...It’s...complicated. Sorry...you didn’t want to hear that. Anyway, this is her trust exercise for you. How she wants to help you. I’ll be the one to guide you through it. Just stick with me. Okay?” Red looked at him reassuringly. He nodded.
“Perfect!” She handed him an iPad with a document on it. “Before we continue, I’m gonna need you to sign this Non-Disclosure/Consent form.” He scrolled through it. “Don’t let it scare you, we just have to cover our asses, metaphorically. The basic points to remember are: What happens here, stays here. All females on the premises have complete access to you. With the exception of using the toilet, you have no privacy on this property; not even in the shower. Oh, and lastly, we need your clothes, all of them.” she gestured for him to strip.
The young man had a hunch this would be part of it, so he stripped out of everything. Red quickly folded up his garments and rang a handbell. Out of the doorway came a tall, brunette, muscular woman in a black, low cut evening gown and shades. Red handed her his clothes, and she took them away. Red saw his worried expression.
“Relax. Your clothes will be put somewhere for safekeeping. You will get them before you leave, but you must always be naked on this property. Now, please sign.”
He used his finger to scribble the signature line. A quick ringing of the bell had the muscular lady return to collect the iPad. She must be a bodyguard, he guessed.
‘Okay!” Red cheerfully exclaimed. She paused, staring at his midsection. “You’ll need to excuse me, I may be gay, but thanks to your teacher, I can appreciate a nice male midsection.” Without warning, she leaned forward and buzzed her lips over his navel. Surprised, he tittered as he fell over backward, and slid through the curtain. Suddenly, he found himself in what looked to be a small ballroom area. All around him were women, thirty years older at the most, having what looked to be a cocktail party. They all ceased their conversations and stared at their new arrival. A bold, Asian woman piped up:
“Well look at that... a giant cock crashed our cocktail hour!” A chorus of laughter, whistles, cheers, hoots, and applause followed. It didn’t take a genius to realize he was the only guy there. Plus, the only one sans clothes.
Red helped him up, and joining him to her hip, she introduced him around to the females. The majority weren’t shy, and when introduced, shook his package just as casually as one would shake a hand. At the first chuckle at the first gentle caress from a guest, they all took every chance they could to tickle any spot they found. His laughter was music to their ears. Red lost sight of him, and just let the guests enjoy. He was a lost cause. For example, an unhappy housewife would feather his asshole and balls, while a newly-minted forty-year-old would blow air on, as well as suck on, his neck – simultaneously.
In the rare respites he got, the young man pieced together that this was his dream scenario come to life. He wondered if Kelly was even around. She must not have wanted to embarrass him by being there herself. A short while later, Red’s brunette bodyguard was holding his arms tightly behind him, as a Latina in her fifties skittered her claws from his armpits, down his ribs, to his belly, back-and-forth.
“BWAHAHAHAHA” he howled. “STAAAPP ITTT YOU BI-I-I-TCH HAHAHA...”
She ignored the insult. “Papi... If you can’t take me, you’ll be no match for the Tickle Monster!”
Red overheard her. “He’s not supposed to know about that yet!” she protested in a whisper.
The Latina shrugged, not breaking her ministrations, as her victim howled, and pleaded to know more. Due to his foul slip of the tongue, she’d never tell.
The ice-breaker guest-tickling was supposed to go for longer. Instead, Red whispered something to her bodyguard. She released her grip, and exhausted, the young man fell to the floor. She scooped him up in her arms, as the Latina glared at her for the sudden stop.
The Bodyguard sat him down in a large chair, facing everyone. Red typed quickly on her phone, then addressed the crowd.
“Ladies, I apologize, but due to a certain unforeseen circumstance, tonight’s main attraction must be moved up. Perhaps I can persuade him to join us another time. In fact, I know I can!” The crowd tittered with understanding. “But now, it’s time for you to delight in his embarrassment in humiliation. It’s pedicure time!”
A round of applause, as the young man looked frightened. He knew that if what he just went through was unbearable, then a pedicure would be Hell. He'd never experienced one before.
The built in stocks closed around his ankles, as Red and her Bodyguard knelt down with their equipment at each foot. Red whispered in his ear - “This was supposed to be done by the Latina lady, but after you insulted her, I knew she’d give you an experience worse than the Tickle Monster will. We already paid her. Let’s just say you owe me a huge favor.” Then, to the room: “Ready, everyone? And...GO!”
He was right. It was Hell. Red and her bodyguard took their time removing dead skin with those stiff brushes. There wasn’t a square inch that was spared, or wasn’t gone over multiple times. The worst was between his toes. He went berserk. Humiliation was right. The ladies all watched him, a live audience in the middle of the room. Many snapped photos on their phones. Since the stocks were too tall to show private parts, photos were allowed. Good thing too, as the tickly sensations were worse than the ruthless women had been, he’d finally let loose, all over his lap and the chair. Red saw this, and discreetly wiped up the area with a towel.
“Okay ladies,” Red announced. It’s time for toenail polish! What color would look best on him?
The young man vigorously shook his head in protest, all the while a vote ultimately decided on Lavender.
He was still protesting as Red and the Bodyguard got the bottles ready.
“But honey,” Red reasoned. “You want to please the Tickle Monster, don’t you? This is what the Tickle Monster likes.” The polish was applied, and thoroughly dried.
Finally, his ankles were released, the Bodyguard scooped him up, carried him to the middle of the room, and set him down on his feet.
“Ladies, please form a circle around our young friend. Leave some room in front of that side door over there, but be sure to quickly cover it.” They obliged. “The most important thing is, don’t let him escape. I also must ask you to refrain from joining in. Failure to do so will result in an escort off this property.” Many of the women stared at him with evil grins on their faces, as they knew what was coming. “Now, I give you,” continued Red. “THE TICKLE MONSTER!”
The young man’s attention turned as the side door burst open. Out came a bubbly, voluptuous blonde. Her face was obscured by a fancy piece of headgear, a hat shaped like a surgeon’s cap, but covered in bright gold sequins. Attached to the front, was an elaborate Mardi Gras masquerade-type mask, obscuring everything but her full grin. She wasn’t wearing anything else.
It was Kelly. All of her.
He had mixed feelings. He’d been thoroughly embarrassed, but Kelly’s promise of help was fulfilled. As soon as he recognized his now-former professor, he instantly was aroused. The women applauded his second wind. Although he didn’t fully understand right then, Kelly was the figure at the end of his dream. Before he could comprehend what was happening, Kelly the Tickle Monster gave chase. He bolted for the door Kelly came through, but Red’s Bodyguard stood in front of the door. All other sides of the immediate area were blocked by women anxious to see him suffer. He was doomed. As in his dream, Kelly the Tickle Monster pounced on him, but now she flipped him over, and sat on his waist. Not caring what others thought of her, she grabbed his feet towards her, and sucked on each of his toes. The young man was inconsolable, as the ladies ate it up.
“NOAHAHAHAHAAHA...” He cried.
She spent a half-hour putting chocolate sauce on his toes and licking them clean.
She then spent another half-hour using a hairbrush against each of his soles, as if she was playing music on a tiny banjo. He continued to howl.
Giving him a chance to catch his breath, Kelly the Tickle Monster was about to roll him over, to indulge in his upper body. Before she could, the still-angry Latina cougar, grabbed the discarded hairbrush, and firmly smacked his ass with it. That may have been something Kelly might eventually do, but from someone else, out of anger, it didn’t fly. Red’s Bodyguard surprised her from behind with a hammerlock, and frog-marched her off the property.
Kelly the Tickle Monster lovingly rubbed the sore spot, before turning him face up. She used a hand to make sure he was firmly aroused, before her girlfriend, Red, joined her. The two of them took turns giving his navel alternating raspberries, to the delight of the rest of the crowd. The young man was really exhausted now, but he could hear a lot of female cheering. He understood what this meant, as Kelly The Tickle Monster mounted him in front of everyone. The last thing he remembered was Red’s Bodyguard picking him up. Red broke up the party, as her bodyguard took him away, followed closely behind by Kelly the Tickle Monster.
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It was Saturday, Kelly and Red surrounded the former student in their bed, as they awoke to face another day. Red was naked, Kelly and the young man were still naked from the previous evening.
“See, I told you I’d help you out!” Kelly told him. “Now, to address the ‘Tickle Monster’ in the room...” They all giggled. “I like you, as a boytoy. I’m blunt as an eraser, aren’t I? Anyway... You aren’t my student anymore. How would you like to live with us? For the summer, at least. Then, we’ll see where things go. I warn you, it’ll just be feet, tickles, and sex. Red, here, covers the romance department...” Red leaned over and kissed her. “What do you say?”
He vigorously nodded.
“Great,” Red piped in. “Now, there’s the little matter of the favor you owe me. That Latina woman was out of line for what she did. No matter what. However, the fact remains, I had already paid her for her service, and now I’m out a lot of money. How can you make it up to me? Well... let’s just say that I’ve purchased exclusive rights for the use of...your navel.”
To Illustrate her point, she dug her finger in, and he collapsed back on the bed.
“Fair?” Red asked.
Braying like a donkey, he could only nod.
“Great!” Red busied herself with blowing continuous raspberries.
Just then, Red’s bodyguard appeared in the doorway of the bedroom. Her muscular frame was clad in a black bikini, having just finished tanning. She held his clothes in a neat pile.
“Hey, do you want your clothes?” Kelly inquired. He couldn’t answer, even if he wanted.
Kelly turned back to her. “Just lock them away in a safe. Thank you.” The bodyguard left.
He wouldn’t spend much time wearing clothes that summer, if at all. For now, as her girlfriend feasted on his tender tummy, Kelly joined in on the young man’s toes. He was deliriously happy.
THE END
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Kelly was busy in her office, tying up loose ends. Her duties as a professor pretty much done for the year, as finals had ended, and Seniors were prepping for graduation events. The voluptuous, forty-something blonde allowed herself to daydream, thinking about her Senior males, who technically weren’t her students anymore. Not only was she the embodiment of tits and ass, but also belly, chin, as well as cellulite around her thighs and arms. It didn’t matter, as she was bisexual. She preferred women romantically, and had a steady girlfriend. Though, she could never say no to a young, male, at-least-eighteen-year-old, body; for quick bedroom fun, or to satisfy her wild foot-tickle fetish. Her girlfriend didn’t mind, as she loved tickle-torture as well. Many a time she allowed herself, during class testing periods, to imagine using her authority to bring home a male student, and tickle him until he begged himself hoarse, or cried. She could feel her panty line dampening at the thought when....
*KNOCK KNOCK*
Kelly quickly straightened up and composed herself, pushing her glasses back on her nose. Then:
“Come in!”
Her office hours hadn’t started yet, but in came one of her students. He wasn’t model or movie-star hot, but he was cute, and legal. Kelly’s small checklist. She outwardly smiled towards him, and inwardly, got herself excited.
“Oh, hey, how may I help you?” Kelly asked. Her students were used to her friendly demeanor. They were all on a first-name basis, of course, and saw her more as a pal, than a teacher, especially the males. If only they knew how she felt about them.
The male twenty-something Senior student apologized for intruding, but asked if he could discuss something with her. A recurring dream he was having difficulty understanding. Kelly dropped everything and promised to be all ears. ‘God, he was cute. I wonder what his toes taste like?’ she thought.
He proceeded to tell Kelly the dream: He was in a large bookstore, completely naked (Kelly was glad she wasn’t eating during this info, or she’d have likely choked). He wandered the store, but nobody would acknowledge him. All he’d see were women of all shapes and sizes. They’d ogle him, but otherwise ignore him. Finally, he’d get refuge from their stares by ducking into a dark corner of shelving. Only then would he run into the biggest, full-figured woman. She would sit on him, trapping him to the floor. His willpower would no longer hold out, and he’d release all over her. He described it as New York City after the Marshmallow Man blew up at the end of the original ‘Ghostbusters.’ He then asked her thoughts.
Kelly was shocked. She didn’t know what to say or how to say it. Had she even heard the whole scenario correctly? Was this some good karma coming back to her?
She must’ve been silent too long, as he touched her upper arm to get her attention. She snapped out of it. It was Friday. Before speaking, Kelly made a snap decision.
“Sorry...” she looked at him. “I would love to help you understand this dream, but I can’t give you the attention you deserve at the moment.” (‘Because I have to pleasure myself now.’ she thought.) “But, if you trust me, I can help you out. Do you trust me?” She asked, looking into his eyes. He nodded.
“Good,” she scribbled something on a piece of notepaper, and gave it to him. “Tonight at 7, go to this address. I promise I will help you.”
The student thanked her, and went on his way. After the door shut, she gazed longingly into space, before licking her lips. She picked up her cell phone to make a few texts and calls.
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The young man promptly reached the address, a stately looking McMansion, set back from the main road. He wondered how Kelly would help him out, all the way here? Nonetheless, he rang the doorbell. The door was opened by a short, frizzy/curly-haired redhead. She was full-figured, wearing black denim jeans and a black bikini top. Her potbelly was noticeable, as it spilled over the front of her jeans. Although she wasn’t exactly the girl from his dream, she was pleasing to his eyes all the same.
“Hi, come in, come in!” she gestured, and ushered him inside the foyer. The rest of the house was blocked off by a heavy curtain, there was a doorway without a door to the left of them. “It’s so nice to have you here. You can call me Red. This is my house. I’m Kelly’s wealthy girlfriend. Yes, in case you didn’t know, your beloved professor is a lesbian...or maybe bisexual...It’s...complicated. Sorry...you didn’t want to hear that. Anyway, this is her trust exercise for you. How she wants to help you. I’ll be the one to guide you through it. Just stick with me. Okay?” Red looked at him reassuringly. He nodded.
“Perfect!” She handed him an iPad with a document on it. “Before we continue, I’m gonna need you to sign this Non-Disclosure/Consent form.” He scrolled through it. “Don’t let it scare you, we just have to cover our asses, metaphorically. The basic points to remember are: What happens here, stays here. All females on the premises have complete access to you. With the exception of using the toilet, you have no privacy on this property; not even in the shower. Oh, and lastly, we need your clothes, all of them.” she gestured for him to strip.
The young man had a hunch this would be part of it, so he stripped out of everything. Red quickly folded up his garments and rang a handbell. Out of the doorway came a tall, brunette, muscular woman in a black, low cut evening gown and shades. Red handed her his clothes, and she took them away. Red saw his worried expression.
“Relax. Your clothes will be put somewhere for safekeeping. You will get them before you leave, but you must always be naked on this property. Now, please sign.”
He used his finger to scribble the signature line. A quick ringing of the bell had the muscular lady return to collect the iPad. She must be a bodyguard, he guessed.
‘Okay!” Red cheerfully exclaimed. She paused, staring at his midsection. “You’ll need to excuse me, I may be gay, but thanks to your teacher, I can appreciate a nice male midsection.” Without warning, she leaned forward and buzzed her lips over his navel. Surprised, he tittered as he fell over backward, and slid through the curtain. Suddenly, he found himself in what looked to be a small ballroom area. All around him were women, thirty years older at the most, having what looked to be a cocktail party. They all ceased their conversations and stared at their new arrival. A bold, Asian woman piped up:
“Well look at that... a giant cock crashed our cocktail hour!” A chorus of laughter, whistles, cheers, hoots, and applause followed. It didn’t take a genius to realize he was the only guy there. Plus, the only one sans clothes.
Red helped him up, and joining him to her hip, she introduced him around to the females. The majority weren’t shy, and when introduced, shook his package just as casually as one would shake a hand. At the first chuckle at the first gentle caress from a guest, they all took every chance they could to tickle any spot they found. His laughter was music to their ears. Red lost sight of him, and just let the guests enjoy. He was a lost cause. For example, an unhappy housewife would feather his asshole and balls, while a newly-minted forty-year-old would blow air on, as well as suck on, his neck – simultaneously.
In the rare respites he got, the young man pieced together that this was his dream scenario come to life. He wondered if Kelly was even around. She must not have wanted to embarrass him by being there herself. A short while later, Red’s brunette bodyguard was holding his arms tightly behind him, as a Latina in her fifties skittered her claws from his armpits, down his ribs, to his belly, back-and-forth.
“BWAHAHAHAHA” he howled. “STAAAPP ITTT YOU BI-I-I-TCH HAHAHA...”
She ignored the insult. “Papi... If you can’t take me, you’ll be no match for the Tickle Monster!”
Red overheard her. “He’s not supposed to know about that yet!” she protested in a whisper.
The Latina shrugged, not breaking her ministrations, as her victim howled, and pleaded to know more. Due to his foul slip of the tongue, she’d never tell.
The ice-breaker guest-tickling was supposed to go for longer. Instead, Red whispered something to her bodyguard. She released her grip, and exhausted, the young man fell to the floor. She scooped him up in her arms, as the Latina glared at her for the sudden stop.
The Bodyguard sat him down in a large chair, facing everyone. Red typed quickly on her phone, then addressed the crowd.
“Ladies, I apologize, but due to a certain unforeseen circumstance, tonight’s main attraction must be moved up. Perhaps I can persuade him to join us another time. In fact, I know I can!” The crowd tittered with understanding. “But now, it’s time for you to delight in his embarrassment in humiliation. It’s pedicure time!”
A round of applause, as the young man looked frightened. He knew that if what he just went through was unbearable, then a pedicure would be Hell. He'd never experienced one before.
The built in stocks closed around his ankles, as Red and her Bodyguard knelt down with their equipment at each foot. Red whispered in his ear - “This was supposed to be done by the Latina lady, but after you insulted her, I knew she’d give you an experience worse than the Tickle Monster will. We already paid her. Let’s just say you owe me a huge favor.” Then, to the room: “Ready, everyone? And...GO!”
He was right. It was Hell. Red and her bodyguard took their time removing dead skin with those stiff brushes. There wasn’t a square inch that was spared, or wasn’t gone over multiple times. The worst was between his toes. He went berserk. Humiliation was right. The ladies all watched him, a live audience in the middle of the room. Many snapped photos on their phones. Since the stocks were too tall to show private parts, photos were allowed. Good thing too, as the tickly sensations were worse than the ruthless women had been, he’d finally let loose, all over his lap and the chair. Red saw this, and discreetly wiped up the area with a towel.
“Okay ladies,” Red announced. It’s time for toenail polish! What color would look best on him?
The young man vigorously shook his head in protest, all the while a vote ultimately decided on Lavender.
He was still protesting as Red and the Bodyguard got the bottles ready.
“But honey,” Red reasoned. “You want to please the Tickle Monster, don’t you? This is what the Tickle Monster likes.” The polish was applied, and thoroughly dried.
Finally, his ankles were released, the Bodyguard scooped him up, carried him to the middle of the room, and set him down on his feet.
“Ladies, please form a circle around our young friend. Leave some room in front of that side door over there, but be sure to quickly cover it.” They obliged. “The most important thing is, don’t let him escape. I also must ask you to refrain from joining in. Failure to do so will result in an escort off this property.” Many of the women stared at him with evil grins on their faces, as they knew what was coming. “Now, I give you,” continued Red. “THE TICKLE MONSTER!”
The young man’s attention turned as the side door burst open. Out came a bubbly, voluptuous blonde. Her face was obscured by a fancy piece of headgear, a hat shaped like a surgeon’s cap, but covered in bright gold sequins. Attached to the front, was an elaborate Mardi Gras masquerade-type mask, obscuring everything but her full grin. She wasn’t wearing anything else.
It was Kelly. All of her.
He had mixed feelings. He’d been thoroughly embarrassed, but Kelly’s promise of help was fulfilled. As soon as he recognized his now-former professor, he instantly was aroused. The women applauded his second wind. Although he didn’t fully understand right then, Kelly was the figure at the end of his dream. Before he could comprehend what was happening, Kelly the Tickle Monster gave chase. He bolted for the door Kelly came through, but Red’s Bodyguard stood in front of the door. All other sides of the immediate area were blocked by women anxious to see him suffer. He was doomed. As in his dream, Kelly the Tickle Monster pounced on him, but now she flipped him over, and sat on his waist. Not caring what others thought of her, she grabbed his feet towards her, and sucked on each of his toes. The young man was inconsolable, as the ladies ate it up.
“NOAHAHAHAHAAHA...” He cried.
She spent a half-hour putting chocolate sauce on his toes and licking them clean.
She then spent another half-hour using a hairbrush against each of his soles, as if she was playing music on a tiny banjo. He continued to howl.
Giving him a chance to catch his breath, Kelly the Tickle Monster was about to roll him over, to indulge in his upper body. Before she could, the still-angry Latina cougar, grabbed the discarded hairbrush, and firmly smacked his ass with it. That may have been something Kelly might eventually do, but from someone else, out of anger, it didn’t fly. Red’s Bodyguard surprised her from behind with a hammerlock, and frog-marched her off the property.
Kelly the Tickle Monster lovingly rubbed the sore spot, before turning him face up. She used a hand to make sure he was firmly aroused, before her girlfriend, Red, joined her. The two of them took turns giving his navel alternating raspberries, to the delight of the rest of the crowd. The young man was really exhausted now, but he could hear a lot of female cheering. He understood what this meant, as Kelly The Tickle Monster mounted him in front of everyone. The last thing he remembered was Red’s Bodyguard picking him up. Red broke up the party, as her bodyguard took him away, followed closely behind by Kelly the Tickle Monster.
*************
It was Saturday, Kelly and Red surrounded the former student in their bed, as they awoke to face another day. Red was naked, Kelly and the young man were still naked from the previous evening.
“See, I told you I’d help you out!” Kelly told him. “Now, to address the ‘Tickle Monster’ in the room...” They all giggled. “I like you, as a boytoy. I’m blunt as an eraser, aren’t I? Anyway... You aren’t my student anymore. How would you like to live with us? For the summer, at least. Then, we’ll see where things go. I warn you, it’ll just be feet, tickles, and sex. Red, here, covers the romance department...” Red leaned over and kissed her. “What do you say?”
He vigorously nodded.
“Great,” Red piped in. “Now, there’s the little matter of the favor you owe me. That Latina woman was out of line for what she did. No matter what. However, the fact remains, I had already paid her for her service, and now I’m out a lot of money. How can you make it up to me? Well... let’s just say that I’ve purchased exclusive rights for the use of...your navel.”
To Illustrate her point, she dug her finger in, and he collapsed back on the bed.
“Fair?” Red asked.
Braying like a donkey, he could only nod.
“Great!” Red busied herself with blowing continuous raspberries.
Just then, Red’s bodyguard appeared in the doorway of the bedroom. Her muscular frame was clad in a black bikini, having just finished tanning. She held his clothes in a neat pile.
“Hey, do you want your clothes?” Kelly inquired. He couldn’t answer, even if he wanted.
Kelly turned back to her. “Just lock them away in a safe. Thank you.” The bodyguard left.
He wouldn’t spend much time wearing clothes that summer, if at all. For now, as her girlfriend feasted on his tender tummy, Kelly joined in on the young man’s toes. He was deliriously happy.
THE END
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