KITTLETOWN THREE
by Max Speer
Chapter Two
Six Months Earlier
Kittletown was preparing for a hot summer. It was only late April and already the mercury was beginning to rise.
Cindy Sherman, now Cindy Gleason was helping her students hang the Spring decorations on the window. Buddy stood behind her, ever entranced by the sight of her bare arms, softly revealed in her conservative, pastel peach dress.
Ever since his move to Kittletown, Buddy has turned into a total armpit tickling maniac. The constant source of his nightly (and daily for that matter) fantasies was his teacher. At night, Buddy often locked himself in his room, drawing pencil sketches of Miss Sherman (her maiden name which she opted to keep until next school year) with her arms tied over her head. Not being a terrific artist, Buddy would simply draw little feathers, floating in the air, 'tickling' the armpits of his poor teacher as dialogue bubbles scrawled over her head from her mouth would reveal her pleadings to him for release.
These drawings were the basis for his endless masturbation sessions. Buddy, being a young man would be denied access to any of the adult stores in Kittletown that cater specifically to the art, philosophy, and religion of tickling.
To further his creative fantasy efforts, Buddy took to cutting out pictures of women from fashion magazines that Barbara was throwing out. He would search through the magazines until he found photos of models wearing sleeveless clothing. Then he would cut them out and paste them in a scrapbook. Next to the pictures, Buddy would draw his floating feathers, tickling under the arms of the models who, when posing for those magazine layouts, never realized the phantom 'ticklings' they would receive.
Buddy came upon this idea once when he was looking through some drawers at his friend Nick's house. Nick's father was a total pod which means that he tickles feet exclusively. Buddy encountered a scrapbook with photos of women's feet. This sparked his creativity.
Among the scrapbook in the father's drawer were additions of other tickling publications published in and exclusively for Kittletown.
There was a newspaper called Kittletown Women that featured seductive poses of some of Kittletown's sexiest women. The poses were accompanied by captions such as: For a treat, visit Trina at the Salon. Not only will you be treated to a first-class manicure, pedicure or hair style, but Trina is one of the most ticklish women we have around here.
Buddy was intrigued but upon hearing noises had to quickly put everything in its place.
One way Buddy vented his frustration was the constant torturing of his 19 year old sister, Jamie. Jamie, a gorgeous blonde was one of the first women to experience the concentrated Formula T, developed by Dr. Gregory. Formula T, available in Kittletown at the Michaels building, is an outrageously expensive but powerful formula that, when injected, creates a state of sexual euphoria with an acute sensitivity to any tickling touch. Depending on how much Formula T is injected, a person could go mad from the tickling or simply experience heightened sexual receptivity to it.
The one drawback to Formula T is it's side effects. Persons exposed to it find themselves changing in many ways. One popular side-effect is the bizarre dreams. Ever since her experience of tickle torture at Dr. Gregory's office, Jamie had been plague with dreams so sexual that she would awaken from the orgasms. The dreams always centered around being tickled and always in fantasy scenarios.
One time, Buddy snuck into Jamie's bedroom because he had heard her moaning in her sleep. Earlier that week, he overheard her on the phone, telling her friend Amy about the latest dreams; something about Alice In Wonderland.
Buddy remembered when he quietly crawled into her room. He knew that she was having dreams about being tickled so he thought that he would play with her undetected.
Jamie was lying in bed wearing a sleeveless, baby-doll nightie. As she moaned, her hands swung over her head and grabbed at the pillow. This left her very smooth underarms totally defenseless. Buddy was very excited as he crawled close to her bedside and stared at her underarms from about six inches away. There was not one speck of hair. Jamie, like all Kittletown women had her armpits electrolyzed.
Jamie's armpits hollowed and unhollowed as she flexed her arms and moaned. This excited Buddy even more as he loved the sight of a smooth ticklish hollow.
Holding his breath, Buddy reached his fingers up to her bare skin and played with the air millimeters from the smooth, sensitive surface. Then, he lowered his fingertips so that they barely touched the girl's underarm.
Jamie reacted, however, moaning and giggling as she turned and buried her face in her fluffy pillow, deep in her restless sleep. Buddy folded his fingers up until a single forefinger pointing. Then he placed it on her ticklish armpit and slid the tip slightly.
Jamie's body shuttered and she pulled that arm down, writhing under the covers. The sight of her bare arm, now down continued to turn Buddy on since he saw the delicate crack that forms when the arm is against the body. He decided to experiment and see which side was more ticklish; the crack in front of her arm or the one against the back of her.
Buddy slid his small finger up the front crack and delighted as Jamie, giggling in her sleep, rolled over slightly. This exposed the long crack in the back so Buddy slid his finger up that crack. Delighting at how soft her skin was back there, Buddy decided to insert his finger under her arm via that slit.
Jamie began to giggle louder in her sleep. Her other hand grabbed between her legs and her hips began to buck. Now, more on her back, Buddy's hand was pinned under his sister's body. He opted to wriggle the inserted finger deeper under her arm until he found the warm, soft hollow of her ticklish underarm. There, he wriggled his finger on the skin, tickling his sister's armpit as she slept.
Once she began to stir as if to wake, he brought his hand back and crawled out of the room.
Back in his room, he fantasized that it was Miss Sherman instead of Jamie that he tickled and his excitement grew until he needed to relieve it in order to sleep.
***
Buddy could not hold himself back, staring up into the armhole of Miss Sherman's sleeveless dress. He reached up just as she was leaning both hands against the window, waiting for scotch tape to hang a picture. Working fast, Buddy touched a single finger into the sensitive hollow of Cindy's underarm and tickled.
Instantly, the young teacher threw her arm back and whirled.
"Buddy!" Cindy said, trying to act sternly but giggling from the tickling sensation that still tingled on her underarm. "Don't do that!"
The kids all giggled and some boys even began tickling the little girls. Miss Sherman had to raise her voice to get the kids to stop carrying on. This was not an easy thing to do for the quiet, demure teacher.
"I think we all need a break," Miss Sherman said, gaining control. "Let's go, row by row, to the water fountain. We could all use some refreshing water."
* * *
"Jamie! Jamie, come here!" called Amy to her best friend, as Jamie entered the Kittletown Diner in her sleeveless, gingham dress.
Jamie had worked at the Diner ever since her family arrived in Kittletown, and she and Amy fast became great friends; getting involved in espionage, and even sharing dreams.
The tall, thin blonde walked quickly and squeezed into the cramped wait station to her brunette friend who seemed to be holding a newspaper in her hands.
"What's happening, girlfriend," Jamie asked.
"Read this." Amy handed Jamie the paper. The article was a news item about the Kittletown Water Company, and how they were doing renovations to upgrade their system.
"Yeah, so?" Jamie said, handing the paper back to her friend.
"Yeah, so? Is that all you can say? 'Upgrade their system'. Do you know what that means? They're doing it, Jamie. They're drugging us all."
The idea that Dr. Gregory and his cohorts were drugging the water systems with Formula was not a fairy tale. The two girls infiltrated Gregory's files and discovered the plan months ago. The fact that the water company was undergoing an extensive upgrade could very well verify what they believed was already happening.
"They really are," Jamie said quietly. "What'll we do?"
Amy looked down. Then she brushed her long, thick brown hair out of her eyes and pulled her long locks back. The action caused Jamie to look at her girlfriend's exposed underarm as her arm was raised and her hand was full of hair. The sight made her tingle between her legs.
"Oh boy, " Jamie said softly to herself.
"What?"
"Nothing."
* * *
Sandra and Pam shared an apartment directly off Main Street. They lived over a gourmet coffee shop and the sounds of expresso machines whizzed at all hours of the day and night.
The two beauties adapted extremely well to Kittletown life, earning them a reputation as the most desirable women in town. One reason was that working at the Tickling Machine put them into high status. For one thing, they couldn't be tickled or touched by anyone unless they gave the 'okay'. This automatically put Tickling Machine girls into the desired realm. They were like precious gems in Kittletown. Everyone, man, woman, and child desired them.
Pam and Sandra, while they still lived in New York, loved going out and teasing men. This made dangerous sport in New York City, but in Kittletown, where they were protected by Dr. Gregory, the power figure in Kittletown who had every policeman on his payroll, they were able to get away with anything. Dr. Gregory liked these girls since their teasing at discos and nightclubs only frustrated the men to such a degree where they were ready to cash it all in and meet the girls, one on one, at the Tickling Machine.
Because Pam and Sandra brought in so much business they were paid an exorbitant salary. The girls were able to bank most of it and pay their bills easily. The rest was spent on clothes, jewelry, make-up, magazines and anything else their hearts desired.
One time, while clothes shopping at Perry's, Kittletown's most prestigious clothing store, the girls were approached by a man. He had been following them ever since they had strolled past him on 4th street. He was flabbergasted at the beauty, poise and sexiness of the two. His passion to tickle them grew with each step, watching the sexy swing of their hips, tucked tightly in their sleeveless dresses. His mouth was open in a gape as he saw their bare arms swinging back and forth as they walked, the crack of their underarms more defined as their arms swung back behind them. He looked down at their long, bare, legs; smooth as silk, tucked into their expensive sandals.
All he wanted to do was tickle.
He followed them into Perry's and pretended to shop. He didn't know that they were Gregory's Girls and forbidden.
Inching closer he tried to catch their conversations punctuated occasionally by giggles. The giggles sent his passion into orbit and he moved closer still.
At one point, Sandra grabbed her fabulous mane of fire-red hair and pulled it off her face. The man saw her smooth underarm and his passion fired until he felt no choice but to act as any man in Kittletown would act.
He approached Sandra and tickled her silky underarm.
Sandra didn't know what hit her. For a moment she thought Pam had tickled her. She reeled around, pulling her bare arm close to her body for protection. It tickled unbelieveably. Sandra found that she was growing more and more ticklish, day by day. Then she saw him.
"Tickle tickle," the man said smiling. He was about to tickle her again when his hand was grabbed by a security guard.
"Yo, Buddy," The guard said, whipping the surprised man around. "That's Gregory's Girl. You can't touch her."
The man looked up like a hurt puppy. Then he looked at Sandra who was giggling with Pam.
Sandra walked to the man, who was being held tightly by the guard. She was a fabulously sexy woman. She put on the seduction very well as she walked up to him and stood inches from his face. Then she raised her two, soft, bare arms over her head and played with her hair.
The man's mouth opened and his face flushed. Even the guard stood, mouth agape.
"If you want to tickle these," Sandra said in a soft, sultry voice, "You have to come to the Tickling Machine." Then she pointed her finger and let it rest on her arm just above the elbow. She drew her finger down the soft, inside of her bare arm and descended towards her highly ticklish underarm.
"Tickle tickle tickle..." Sandra repeated until she stopped right before entering the slight hollow of her armpit. "Oooh, that tickles!"
Then Sandra dropped her arm and walked to Pam, holding her arm in arm, giggling and swaying her hips.
If a person could die of an erection, those two men would've been stone, cold dead. Instead, the guard muttered something to the man about leaving the girls alone, yet staring at Sandra the whole time.
Such were the escapades of Sandra and Pam.
* * *
Barbara and Shelly Callan became great friends, and their boys played constantly. Nick, who tickled his mother Shelly, became intrigued with Barbara to the point where he had a full scale crush on the woman.
Who wouldn't? Barbara Mayer was a wonderful woman: a simple homemaker, yet possessing an alluring sensuality.
After the escapades with Pizza Boy, Barbara told herself that she had better get a grip. Little did she know that the Formula was working its magic on her. Still, her sexcapades became limited to her dreams which came fairly regularly these days.
In these dreams she became characters from fairy tales or other fictional characters. The other night she had the strangest dream yet.
She found herself in a living room that looked familiar, yet she found it hard to place. The furniture, however, had a distinctive 60's flavor.
Suddenly, in walked Elizabeth Montgomery as Samantha the witch dressed, as she always had on TV in a 60-ish, sleeveless dress.
Barbara found herself looking at Samantha's smooth, bare arms. The witch approached Barbara then stopped to stare. Obviously reading Barbara's thoughts, Samantha looked at Barbara, then looked at her own arms before speaking in her familiar Liz Montgomery sing-songy voice.
"They're lovely, aren't they. Oh, and very ticklish. I can assure you that I'm one of the most ticklish witches around. But you're not here to tickle me. Oh no. I'm here to tickle you."
Then, the cute witch twitched her nose and Barbara felt her arms being lifted by invisible hands. Her legs raised in front of her and her shoes shot off her feet as if propelled by invisible wires.
Barbara wiggled her toes, now free, looking at them and pondering her fate. Samantha twitched her nose again and Barbara began to feel invisible fingers tickling her underarms and feet. The sensations were ultra-intense, just as they had been when she and her sister were strapped to the tickling machine so many months ago after ingesting amounts of Formula-laced drink at THE FEATHER.
Barbara laughed and laughed, twisting and writhing, trying to release her hands and feet from the maddening tickling sensations.
Samantha giggled too and repeated the "Tickle tickle tickle" chant over and over.
"P-PLEASE!!!!!" Barbara pleaded. "STOPPP ITTTT HEE HEE HEE!!!!!"
"Promise to be good?" Samantha asked, mockingly.
"YESSSSS!!!!!!! HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE!!!!!"
"Witches honor?"
"YESSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!"
"Nah!" Samantha said, teasing Barbara. Then continuing with "Tickle tickle tickle, little Barbara. I'm going to tickle you. Tickle tickle. You like that? Heh? It tickles on your little ticklish feet doesn't it. And Oh, those underarms are so soft and ticklish for me."
"PLEASE SAMANTHA. STOP TICKLING MEEEE HEE HEE HEE!!!!"
Samantha stopped the tickling for a moment so she could speak. "Are you going to be my little tickle slave?" She asked the helpless woman.
"I'll do anything. ANYTHING!" Barbara cried. "Just don't tickle me like this."
Samantha walked, slowly to the helpless woman. "You know, Barbie. If Doctor Bombay were here, he would take your temperature. Do you know how he checks your temperature? Like this". Samantha reached her fingers up and, slipping them into the hollows of Barbara's underarms, tickled wildly as she threw her head back and laughed.
Barbara awoke with a start. She sat up in bed and reached over Jim for the glass of water. At first, Jim, half awake was startled at the sudden weight. After a second, he recognized the soft body stretching over him and held Barbara close to him. He was sending her a signal. Barbara was about to protest until she realized how horny she was. The dream had stimulated her very much and she melted in to him.
As he climbed on top of her she whispered in his ear. "Jim, hold my arms over my head and tickle my underarms. Don't stop, no matter what I say and how much I struggle."
Feeling his own excitement grow, Jim lifted Barbara's beautiful, bare arms over her head and held the two wrists firmly with his left hand.
Barbara gasped as he entered her but buried her face in the pillow, laughing, when he began to slide and stroke his fingertips over her silky, ticklish underarms.
Jim loved the sound of her muffled laughter as he ticked her. He couldn't hold off the inevitable and gasped as the power overtook his body. She wiggled her toes and wished that, somehow, someone would walk in and begin to tickle her feet.
She continued laughing as his fingers, although unmoving, still touched her delicate, ticklish skin. She shimmied her shoulders until Jim had come down to Earth long enough to realize that he was still holding her and his fingertips were still touching her sensitive skin. He released her delicate wrists and Barbara threw her arms down and rubbed the soft skin to ease the sensations that still tingled.
"Jim," Barbara said softly. "It sounds crazy but I'm alot more ticklish than I was before moving here. What do you think?"
Jim, who worked at the Michaels Building was in on the water plan. He was aware that Dr. Gregory was adding Formula to the drinking water.
"I don't know, honey," Jim said with quiet control, "Maybe it's just that I'm tickling you more these days."
Barbara turned her head and thought about it for a while. Then she thought about Pizza Boy and his manic desire to tickle her, as well as her deep desire to be tickled by him. She even thought, for a brief moment, about Nick and how he had stared at her whenever she raised her arms or removed her shoes. She knew that he was dying to tickle her but hadn't found the courage to do so. It excited her to think about it, but she quickly put it out of her mind because she had felt it taboo. Still, Buddy enjoyed tickling her, especially when Shelly had held her down that time. He absolutely savored the moment as he tickled her underarms, drawing little figures and torturing with the words he was saying. Buddy was a real chip off the old block; just like his dad.
by Max Speer
Chapter Two
Six Months Earlier
Kittletown was preparing for a hot summer. It was only late April and already the mercury was beginning to rise.
Cindy Sherman, now Cindy Gleason was helping her students hang the Spring decorations on the window. Buddy stood behind her, ever entranced by the sight of her bare arms, softly revealed in her conservative, pastel peach dress.
Ever since his move to Kittletown, Buddy has turned into a total armpit tickling maniac. The constant source of his nightly (and daily for that matter) fantasies was his teacher. At night, Buddy often locked himself in his room, drawing pencil sketches of Miss Sherman (her maiden name which she opted to keep until next school year) with her arms tied over her head. Not being a terrific artist, Buddy would simply draw little feathers, floating in the air, 'tickling' the armpits of his poor teacher as dialogue bubbles scrawled over her head from her mouth would reveal her pleadings to him for release.
These drawings were the basis for his endless masturbation sessions. Buddy, being a young man would be denied access to any of the adult stores in Kittletown that cater specifically to the art, philosophy, and religion of tickling.
To further his creative fantasy efforts, Buddy took to cutting out pictures of women from fashion magazines that Barbara was throwing out. He would search through the magazines until he found photos of models wearing sleeveless clothing. Then he would cut them out and paste them in a scrapbook. Next to the pictures, Buddy would draw his floating feathers, tickling under the arms of the models who, when posing for those magazine layouts, never realized the phantom 'ticklings' they would receive.
Buddy came upon this idea once when he was looking through some drawers at his friend Nick's house. Nick's father was a total pod which means that he tickles feet exclusively. Buddy encountered a scrapbook with photos of women's feet. This sparked his creativity.
Among the scrapbook in the father's drawer were additions of other tickling publications published in and exclusively for Kittletown.
There was a newspaper called Kittletown Women that featured seductive poses of some of Kittletown's sexiest women. The poses were accompanied by captions such as: For a treat, visit Trina at the Salon. Not only will you be treated to a first-class manicure, pedicure or hair style, but Trina is one of the most ticklish women we have around here.
Buddy was intrigued but upon hearing noises had to quickly put everything in its place.
One way Buddy vented his frustration was the constant torturing of his 19 year old sister, Jamie. Jamie, a gorgeous blonde was one of the first women to experience the concentrated Formula T, developed by Dr. Gregory. Formula T, available in Kittletown at the Michaels building, is an outrageously expensive but powerful formula that, when injected, creates a state of sexual euphoria with an acute sensitivity to any tickling touch. Depending on how much Formula T is injected, a person could go mad from the tickling or simply experience heightened sexual receptivity to it.
The one drawback to Formula T is it's side effects. Persons exposed to it find themselves changing in many ways. One popular side-effect is the bizarre dreams. Ever since her experience of tickle torture at Dr. Gregory's office, Jamie had been plague with dreams so sexual that she would awaken from the orgasms. The dreams always centered around being tickled and always in fantasy scenarios.
One time, Buddy snuck into Jamie's bedroom because he had heard her moaning in her sleep. Earlier that week, he overheard her on the phone, telling her friend Amy about the latest dreams; something about Alice In Wonderland.
Buddy remembered when he quietly crawled into her room. He knew that she was having dreams about being tickled so he thought that he would play with her undetected.
Jamie was lying in bed wearing a sleeveless, baby-doll nightie. As she moaned, her hands swung over her head and grabbed at the pillow. This left her very smooth underarms totally defenseless. Buddy was very excited as he crawled close to her bedside and stared at her underarms from about six inches away. There was not one speck of hair. Jamie, like all Kittletown women had her armpits electrolyzed.
Jamie's armpits hollowed and unhollowed as she flexed her arms and moaned. This excited Buddy even more as he loved the sight of a smooth ticklish hollow.
Holding his breath, Buddy reached his fingers up to her bare skin and played with the air millimeters from the smooth, sensitive surface. Then, he lowered his fingertips so that they barely touched the girl's underarm.
Jamie reacted, however, moaning and giggling as she turned and buried her face in her fluffy pillow, deep in her restless sleep. Buddy folded his fingers up until a single forefinger pointing. Then he placed it on her ticklish armpit and slid the tip slightly.
Jamie's body shuttered and she pulled that arm down, writhing under the covers. The sight of her bare arm, now down continued to turn Buddy on since he saw the delicate crack that forms when the arm is against the body. He decided to experiment and see which side was more ticklish; the crack in front of her arm or the one against the back of her.
Buddy slid his small finger up the front crack and delighted as Jamie, giggling in her sleep, rolled over slightly. This exposed the long crack in the back so Buddy slid his finger up that crack. Delighting at how soft her skin was back there, Buddy decided to insert his finger under her arm via that slit.
Jamie began to giggle louder in her sleep. Her other hand grabbed between her legs and her hips began to buck. Now, more on her back, Buddy's hand was pinned under his sister's body. He opted to wriggle the inserted finger deeper under her arm until he found the warm, soft hollow of her ticklish underarm. There, he wriggled his finger on the skin, tickling his sister's armpit as she slept.
Once she began to stir as if to wake, he brought his hand back and crawled out of the room.
Back in his room, he fantasized that it was Miss Sherman instead of Jamie that he tickled and his excitement grew until he needed to relieve it in order to sleep.
***
Buddy could not hold himself back, staring up into the armhole of Miss Sherman's sleeveless dress. He reached up just as she was leaning both hands against the window, waiting for scotch tape to hang a picture. Working fast, Buddy touched a single finger into the sensitive hollow of Cindy's underarm and tickled.
Instantly, the young teacher threw her arm back and whirled.
"Buddy!" Cindy said, trying to act sternly but giggling from the tickling sensation that still tingled on her underarm. "Don't do that!"
The kids all giggled and some boys even began tickling the little girls. Miss Sherman had to raise her voice to get the kids to stop carrying on. This was not an easy thing to do for the quiet, demure teacher.
"I think we all need a break," Miss Sherman said, gaining control. "Let's go, row by row, to the water fountain. We could all use some refreshing water."
* * *
"Jamie! Jamie, come here!" called Amy to her best friend, as Jamie entered the Kittletown Diner in her sleeveless, gingham dress.
Jamie had worked at the Diner ever since her family arrived in Kittletown, and she and Amy fast became great friends; getting involved in espionage, and even sharing dreams.
The tall, thin blonde walked quickly and squeezed into the cramped wait station to her brunette friend who seemed to be holding a newspaper in her hands.
"What's happening, girlfriend," Jamie asked.
"Read this." Amy handed Jamie the paper. The article was a news item about the Kittletown Water Company, and how they were doing renovations to upgrade their system.
"Yeah, so?" Jamie said, handing the paper back to her friend.
"Yeah, so? Is that all you can say? 'Upgrade their system'. Do you know what that means? They're doing it, Jamie. They're drugging us all."
The idea that Dr. Gregory and his cohorts were drugging the water systems with Formula was not a fairy tale. The two girls infiltrated Gregory's files and discovered the plan months ago. The fact that the water company was undergoing an extensive upgrade could very well verify what they believed was already happening.
"They really are," Jamie said quietly. "What'll we do?"
Amy looked down. Then she brushed her long, thick brown hair out of her eyes and pulled her long locks back. The action caused Jamie to look at her girlfriend's exposed underarm as her arm was raised and her hand was full of hair. The sight made her tingle between her legs.
"Oh boy, " Jamie said softly to herself.
"What?"
"Nothing."
* * *
Sandra and Pam shared an apartment directly off Main Street. They lived over a gourmet coffee shop and the sounds of expresso machines whizzed at all hours of the day and night.
The two beauties adapted extremely well to Kittletown life, earning them a reputation as the most desirable women in town. One reason was that working at the Tickling Machine put them into high status. For one thing, they couldn't be tickled or touched by anyone unless they gave the 'okay'. This automatically put Tickling Machine girls into the desired realm. They were like precious gems in Kittletown. Everyone, man, woman, and child desired them.
Pam and Sandra, while they still lived in New York, loved going out and teasing men. This made dangerous sport in New York City, but in Kittletown, where they were protected by Dr. Gregory, the power figure in Kittletown who had every policeman on his payroll, they were able to get away with anything. Dr. Gregory liked these girls since their teasing at discos and nightclubs only frustrated the men to such a degree where they were ready to cash it all in and meet the girls, one on one, at the Tickling Machine.
Because Pam and Sandra brought in so much business they were paid an exorbitant salary. The girls were able to bank most of it and pay their bills easily. The rest was spent on clothes, jewelry, make-up, magazines and anything else their hearts desired.
One time, while clothes shopping at Perry's, Kittletown's most prestigious clothing store, the girls were approached by a man. He had been following them ever since they had strolled past him on 4th street. He was flabbergasted at the beauty, poise and sexiness of the two. His passion to tickle them grew with each step, watching the sexy swing of their hips, tucked tightly in their sleeveless dresses. His mouth was open in a gape as he saw their bare arms swinging back and forth as they walked, the crack of their underarms more defined as their arms swung back behind them. He looked down at their long, bare, legs; smooth as silk, tucked into their expensive sandals.
All he wanted to do was tickle.
He followed them into Perry's and pretended to shop. He didn't know that they were Gregory's Girls and forbidden.
Inching closer he tried to catch their conversations punctuated occasionally by giggles. The giggles sent his passion into orbit and he moved closer still.
At one point, Sandra grabbed her fabulous mane of fire-red hair and pulled it off her face. The man saw her smooth underarm and his passion fired until he felt no choice but to act as any man in Kittletown would act.
He approached Sandra and tickled her silky underarm.
Sandra didn't know what hit her. For a moment she thought Pam had tickled her. She reeled around, pulling her bare arm close to her body for protection. It tickled unbelieveably. Sandra found that she was growing more and more ticklish, day by day. Then she saw him.
"Tickle tickle," the man said smiling. He was about to tickle her again when his hand was grabbed by a security guard.
"Yo, Buddy," The guard said, whipping the surprised man around. "That's Gregory's Girl. You can't touch her."
The man looked up like a hurt puppy. Then he looked at Sandra who was giggling with Pam.
Sandra walked to the man, who was being held tightly by the guard. She was a fabulously sexy woman. She put on the seduction very well as she walked up to him and stood inches from his face. Then she raised her two, soft, bare arms over her head and played with her hair.
The man's mouth opened and his face flushed. Even the guard stood, mouth agape.
"If you want to tickle these," Sandra said in a soft, sultry voice, "You have to come to the Tickling Machine." Then she pointed her finger and let it rest on her arm just above the elbow. She drew her finger down the soft, inside of her bare arm and descended towards her highly ticklish underarm.
"Tickle tickle tickle..." Sandra repeated until she stopped right before entering the slight hollow of her armpit. "Oooh, that tickles!"
Then Sandra dropped her arm and walked to Pam, holding her arm in arm, giggling and swaying her hips.
If a person could die of an erection, those two men would've been stone, cold dead. Instead, the guard muttered something to the man about leaving the girls alone, yet staring at Sandra the whole time.
Such were the escapades of Sandra and Pam.
* * *
Barbara and Shelly Callan became great friends, and their boys played constantly. Nick, who tickled his mother Shelly, became intrigued with Barbara to the point where he had a full scale crush on the woman.
Who wouldn't? Barbara Mayer was a wonderful woman: a simple homemaker, yet possessing an alluring sensuality.
After the escapades with Pizza Boy, Barbara told herself that she had better get a grip. Little did she know that the Formula was working its magic on her. Still, her sexcapades became limited to her dreams which came fairly regularly these days.
In these dreams she became characters from fairy tales or other fictional characters. The other night she had the strangest dream yet.
She found herself in a living room that looked familiar, yet she found it hard to place. The furniture, however, had a distinctive 60's flavor.
Suddenly, in walked Elizabeth Montgomery as Samantha the witch dressed, as she always had on TV in a 60-ish, sleeveless dress.
Barbara found herself looking at Samantha's smooth, bare arms. The witch approached Barbara then stopped to stare. Obviously reading Barbara's thoughts, Samantha looked at Barbara, then looked at her own arms before speaking in her familiar Liz Montgomery sing-songy voice.
"They're lovely, aren't they. Oh, and very ticklish. I can assure you that I'm one of the most ticklish witches around. But you're not here to tickle me. Oh no. I'm here to tickle you."
Then, the cute witch twitched her nose and Barbara felt her arms being lifted by invisible hands. Her legs raised in front of her and her shoes shot off her feet as if propelled by invisible wires.
Barbara wiggled her toes, now free, looking at them and pondering her fate. Samantha twitched her nose again and Barbara began to feel invisible fingers tickling her underarms and feet. The sensations were ultra-intense, just as they had been when she and her sister were strapped to the tickling machine so many months ago after ingesting amounts of Formula-laced drink at THE FEATHER.
Barbara laughed and laughed, twisting and writhing, trying to release her hands and feet from the maddening tickling sensations.
Samantha giggled too and repeated the "Tickle tickle tickle" chant over and over.
"P-PLEASE!!!!!" Barbara pleaded. "STOPPP ITTTT HEE HEE HEE!!!!!"
"Promise to be good?" Samantha asked, mockingly.
"YESSSSS!!!!!!! HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE!!!!!"
"Witches honor?"
"YESSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!"
"Nah!" Samantha said, teasing Barbara. Then continuing with "Tickle tickle tickle, little Barbara. I'm going to tickle you. Tickle tickle. You like that? Heh? It tickles on your little ticklish feet doesn't it. And Oh, those underarms are so soft and ticklish for me."
"PLEASE SAMANTHA. STOP TICKLING MEEEE HEE HEE HEE!!!!"
Samantha stopped the tickling for a moment so she could speak. "Are you going to be my little tickle slave?" She asked the helpless woman.
"I'll do anything. ANYTHING!" Barbara cried. "Just don't tickle me like this."
Samantha walked, slowly to the helpless woman. "You know, Barbie. If Doctor Bombay were here, he would take your temperature. Do you know how he checks your temperature? Like this". Samantha reached her fingers up and, slipping them into the hollows of Barbara's underarms, tickled wildly as she threw her head back and laughed.
Barbara awoke with a start. She sat up in bed and reached over Jim for the glass of water. At first, Jim, half awake was startled at the sudden weight. After a second, he recognized the soft body stretching over him and held Barbara close to him. He was sending her a signal. Barbara was about to protest until she realized how horny she was. The dream had stimulated her very much and she melted in to him.
As he climbed on top of her she whispered in his ear. "Jim, hold my arms over my head and tickle my underarms. Don't stop, no matter what I say and how much I struggle."
Feeling his own excitement grow, Jim lifted Barbara's beautiful, bare arms over her head and held the two wrists firmly with his left hand.
Barbara gasped as he entered her but buried her face in the pillow, laughing, when he began to slide and stroke his fingertips over her silky, ticklish underarms.
Jim loved the sound of her muffled laughter as he ticked her. He couldn't hold off the inevitable and gasped as the power overtook his body. She wiggled her toes and wished that, somehow, someone would walk in and begin to tickle her feet.
She continued laughing as his fingers, although unmoving, still touched her delicate, ticklish skin. She shimmied her shoulders until Jim had come down to Earth long enough to realize that he was still holding her and his fingertips were still touching her sensitive skin. He released her delicate wrists and Barbara threw her arms down and rubbed the soft skin to ease the sensations that still tingled.
"Jim," Barbara said softly. "It sounds crazy but I'm alot more ticklish than I was before moving here. What do you think?"
Jim, who worked at the Michaels Building was in on the water plan. He was aware that Dr. Gregory was adding Formula to the drinking water.
"I don't know, honey," Jim said with quiet control, "Maybe it's just that I'm tickling you more these days."
Barbara turned her head and thought about it for a while. Then she thought about Pizza Boy and his manic desire to tickle her, as well as her deep desire to be tickled by him. She even thought, for a brief moment, about Nick and how he had stared at her whenever she raised her arms or removed her shoes. She knew that he was dying to tickle her but hadn't found the courage to do so. It excited her to think about it, but she quickly put it out of her mind because she had felt it taboo. Still, Buddy enjoyed tickling her, especially when Shelly had held her down that time. He absolutely savored the moment as he tickled her underarms, drawing little figures and torturing with the words he was saying. Buddy was a real chip off the old block; just like his dad.
