A shoutout and thank you to vocif, for the idea of this tickle story. I hope you will all be pleased.
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David Rey checked the clock on the dashboard of his car. The illuminated blue numeral had just changed over to 9:23am. He was probably going to be ok. No need to hurry this time, not too much. Like many of his past airline appointments, he knew that this lack of concern on his part could of course, change instantly. No need to worry for now. He parked his car in long term parking and pulled his luggage from the boot, or trunk as the Americans call it. He pulled it behind him as he made his way to check in. Check in and Security was non-eventful as always. He looked at another man being ‘frisked’ at Security and wondered if that might happen to him. He swallowed hard. “I hope not,” he thought to himself. “I’m too ticklish as it is.” It made him anxious just to think about it. And then there was the ‘taking your shoes off’ bit. He didn’t like that either. It made him feel vulnerable somehow. Oh it was fine if the ladies had to do that. Haha… just not him.
With that out of the way, he checked his boarding pass once again.
Plumage Airlines, flight 23, from London Heathrow Airport to Philadelphia.
He looked up at the call boarding screen and it showed ‘On Time' in red letters. Gate 6.
Nice. He had gotten to his gate in plenty of time, and with time to spare, as a matter of fact. He sat in a fake leather chair and people watched for a while. It looked like there wasn’t going to be a lot of people on this flight. This was indeed his lucky day. The young airline stewardess stepped up to the microphone and announced the boarding call. It was again, the usual routine and the First Class, which is what was printed on his ticket, went in last. Just above the corridor doorway that connects to the airplane was the company logo (a single feather with metal airplane wings) along with the company’s slogan:
We Put A SMILE On Your Face!
He touched the outside of the airplane for luck just as he entered. The pilot’s cabin was on the left as always. There was a curtain separating the steward’s area from First Class, and another curtain separating First Class from the rest of the plane. David double checked his ticket again; Seat 1C, an aisle seat on the front row. He sat down. The seat was real leather this time and there was plenty of leg room. He reclined his seat back, folded his hands across his chest and closed his eyes.
He remembered vaguely the whine of the engines coming on, the white noise of the forced air being blasted through the hidden air vents, the melodious chatter about rules and safety from the stewardess. David smiled as his consciousness left him.
He thought he was home, in his favorite lounge chair, fully reclined. If he had kept his eyes closed this was, right now, exactly how it felt. When he fell into that lounger at home, he didn’t want to get up. But that was then. He opened his eyes now and looked down the length of his reclined body. His feet where gone! It looked like he had kicked his feet through two holes in the white partition wall. He tried to pull his feet out of the holes, but there were straps around his knees. Then he saw that were another pair of straps around his wrists, pinning his arms to the armrests.
“What the fuc…?”
David looked around and saw there was a lady, about his age in the same row, two seats away, in the exact predicament. There was nobody else in First Class. The young stewardess stood above him in the middle aisle.
“Ah, welcome Mr… David Rey and Ms… Judy VanderMeer.” She was reading from a passenger list. She looked back at the two occupants and smiled.
“What is this?” The other woman said. “I demand you release me, at once!”
The stewardess blinked, but didn’t break from her practiced routine.
“We want to welcome you to First Class on Plumage Airlines Flight 23. Non-stop *cough* to Philadelphia. Excuse me.”
“What is the meaning on this?” David said, as he tried to sit up in his chair. But the restraints held firm and he didn’t budge an inch. (Centimeter?)
“Well, you ARE in First Class after all. It’s all part of the amenities of course. We just want you to… have as much pleasure as you can afford. I can guarantee that you will be quite… amused…er, overjoyed at the prospect. If not, you can certainly get your money back.” She added. “But we have never had someone not express their gratitude... eventually.”
She turned around and opened the curtain to the storage cabin and disappeared through it. Mr. David Rey and Ms. Judy VanderMeer looked at each other with horrified looks on both their faces. They both took this opportunity to test their restraints. Oh yes, they weren’t going to move at all apparently. The white colored wall in front of them seemed to flicker. Then suddenly, there were two pictures projected just above their confined ankles. They were both similar and took up nearly all the surface area of the wall. The trapped couple blinked. If they could have, they would have rubbed their eyes in disbelief. They were looking at the bottoms of their own shoes. This didn’t make sense. They both watched as a pair of hands removed both their shoes.
“Oh my God!” Judy whimpered.
“You don’t think…” David whispered.
The hands grasped the tops of their stockings and gently began to pull them off.
“Somebody is taking my socks off!” Yelled Judy.
She could feel it rolling past her heels, down her supple arch. She was watching it happen! The sock slipped past the ball of her own foot. Over her toes. She wiggled her toes and saw that the foot in the picture mimicked her’s perfectly. She was watching her own soles that were in reality, in the next room!
“Oh no!..” She murmured.
The same thing was also happening to David and suddenly, they were both looking at a video projection of the bottoms of their own bare feet, trapped firmly through the holes in the wall.
David blurted out. “Whatever you do… don’t laugh! Remember? The stewardess said that we could get our money back. If we just… don’t laugh.”
Judy nodded and rolled her lips in. She knew that this was impossible for her, but she could try and hold off for as long as she could. Mmm,.. maybe. David on the other hand wasn’t sure how ticklish he was on his feet. He had seldom been tickled anywhere, let alone on his bare feet. It was an unknown factor, for sure. Maybe he could fight it. He had always thought that his mind was well disciplined. The pairs of hands disappeared from the picture and soon returned. Judy began to cry softly to herself. Each hand held a plume, like a feather from an ostrich… the symbol of the company. The feathery tip curved over on itself and was very billowy, the barbs coming out from the sides were very long and clearly seen against the pale pristine skin of the prisoners.
The feather brushed against the bottom of her foot. She clenched and squeezed the ends of the armrest. The feather pulled away suddenly and made another approach. The hand waved it menacingly, but it did not touch her. Judy watched as the feather came closer and closer again. It was torture just to watch! She could feel it again. So soft against her pampered, ticklish skin. It lingered right in the middle of her bare foot, swishing up and down slowly. Judy’s lips trembled as she heroically fought to deflect the ticklish feeling.
The same thing was happening to David. Initially, it felt nice… but now it was just annoying. It was like an ant walking on ones skin, a tickle in the throat, an itch he wanted to scratch. He wished it would stop because it was almost non-consequential… almost. He looked over at Judy in her agony. Then he looked at her sole in the video. The bottom of her foot was rather pretty actually. It was slender, dainty compared to his. Clearly she was having a more difficult time remaining poised. He wondered what would contractually constitute as a laugh?
The hand dropped the plume, then the other one did as well. What now? Judy felt relieved. Maybe they were convinced that tickling them wouldn’t pay off. Maybe it was just a test, and they had both passed. Was it over?
The hand on David’s screen now held a flight feather. It was long and narrow, one of the primaries for a bird. The tip came to a fine point. Judy gulped and prayed that this wouldn’t happen to her as well. The feather touched, and crept up David’s naked sole at a 45 degree angle. Judy glanced at his face. David grimaced. This was worse… far worse. So this was what tickling was, what tickling felt like. The feather moved up and down the length of his sole. Judy knew the look David was making. His face was all twisted and reddish, like he was trying to hold back a sneeze or something.
“Oh my God!” She muttered. “Look at that feather, tickling your foot!”
Something inside her snapped, and she actually was beginning to feel aroused. Seeing it happen to somebody else was making her horny.
David threw his head back and closed his eyes. The tip of the feather began to tease around the bottoms of his toes. He flexed them. Scrunched them. The tickling didn’t stop and his brain couldn’t comprehend why. When the feather began to push it’s way in-between his toes, the cause and effect feeling pushed it’s way to his gut and out of his mouth. He didn’t know if it was better to watch or not. Maybe focusing on her foot was the answer.
“Oh David…”
Her voice was smooth, understanding. It was like she was holding his hand mentally.
“Coochie coochie coo….”
The female voice came out from the speaker in the hand rests.
“Are we… ticklish?” The voice giggled teasingly then sang like a nursery rhyme:
“Somebody’s not getting their money back, somebody’s not getting their money back…”
Judy looked at the bottom of his foot, with the feather teasing and tormenting his toes viciously and noticed that watching this was making her wet. Normally to her, a guy’s foot was off putting… but at least it looks like he takes care of them she thought to herself. He certainly has a lot of will power. I would have crumbled if that were happening to me.
Then the feather floated out of the video screen picture, leaving only a convulsive bare sole, centered within the picture frame.
A thin wooden stick, with a fine point at the tip entered the video frame of the feminine sole. Judy’s eyes grew wide very suddenly.
“Oh no… please…” The fine point touched just above her right heel…
“No, no, NO!” and slowly moved up the center…
“Hmmmph,,, ahh…” over her arch, beneath the ball of her foot…
“MMmmm Grrrrrr…” just under her row of toes…
“Hehe hehe… UGH… GRRRR…” criss-crossing against her toe stems, like a xylophone player, going up and down the scale.
“Haha ha ha haha… I can’t… hah hah… It tickles… HA HA HA HA… too MUCH!”
“Aw… Ms. VanderMeer, it doesn’t look like you’ll be getting a refund this time. But, I’m sure you don’t want to stop laughing now, do you? You have such a nice, melodic laugh and I can see that Mr. Rey is quite interested.”
David blushed immediately as another stick was procured. It went to work straight away on the left row of toes. Prodding and poking, the simultaneous tickling of both feet sent Judy into fits of uncontrollable giggling. David watched, and suddenly became aware of his solid erection within his pants.
“Say, we haven’t given a proper chance for David to get back his money, have we. Judy, would you like us to tickle David?”
Now it was Judy’s turn to blush. (Though it may have been the held back laughter that was the cause.) All she could so was nod. She discovered that all the pent up laughter made her even MORE horny than before…
“What shall we use? How about… the fork?”
Judy knew exactly what that would be like if it were done to her, less of what it would do to him. He appeared to be pretty strongly determined. Suddenly a black plastic fork with four tines appeared in David’s video screen. The hand brought the tines just under the ball of his foot. The tines touched the delicate skin, pressing in slightly, making a small more pallid imprint where each tine touched. It just stood there… like a finger on the trigger. Ready for the release of forced pleasure.
“Oh David…” is all Judy could say.
The fork moved down slowly, purposely. It was like an electric shock that shot up his back. David giggled for just the briefest moment. The tines traced over a parallel line of tortured nerve endings that could actually be seen as faint lines of grazed skin. David giggled again, but more violently. This was uncontrollable. This tickled too bad… David was writhing and laughing before the fork had returned to the top again.
“There we are!” The voice boomed. We have no winners this time.”
“HA HA HA HA HA…” The fork moved faster… the pressure remained constant. Up and down, up and down… faster… The ticklish area blurred out and covered the entire length of his extremely ticklish sole.
“WHA HAHA HAHA HAHA HAHAHA…”
It was like an unstoppable force… it felt like trying to hold back an ocean wave. Up and down, up and down the plastic fork moved… constant pressure and tempo. Judy rolled her lips in and bit them. He had a WONDERFULLY masculine laugh! It sounded like it came from deep within… and poured out over his mouth… a full rich baritone laugh. She wanted to touch herself so badly right now. She could feel a wetness spreading from between her legs.
The hands returned in her portion of the screen again. They were wet with lotion, it looked like a clear oil. The hands moved over her feet, working the oil in. Judy knew what this usually meant, and she knew that she would soon be joining him in uncontrollable laughter. The hairbrush in each hand confirmed her worst fears. Slowly, they started to brush up and down her naked, tormented soles.
“HAHAHAHAHAHA….. HAHAHAHAHAHA…….”
It was loud and full throttled. It sounded like a laughing duet between two heavy weight opera singers. His laughter, controlling the bottom range, and hers, the top. They couldn’t even watch the screen most of the time as they passed the forced melodious laughter back and forth. Then the airplane reached the halfway point of the flight.
“So have we had enough kids?” The voice had a smarmy quality to it. “You know, they say that one becomes even MORE ticklish after orgasm… shall we see?” Both passengers blushed and didn’t say anything. However, they both wanted to find out in the very worst way!
Two female attendants came out from behind the curtains, each one had a metal pail. The taller one approached David and bent over and preceded to unzip his fly.
“Why Mr. Rey! I dare say that you’re more than halfway there already!”
She fished out his erect penis from the convoluting folded layers of clothing material. It tickled mostly as she fumbled with it, trying to get it past the underwear fold. Eventually, she pulled it out. It proudly waved in the air, then slowly drooped down and became flaccid again.
“Don’t worry Mr. Rey,” the stewardess chimed. “I’m sure we’ll be able to... fix that.”
Judy wiggled her toes and smiled over at David. She quickly blushed as David caught the normally private toe wiggling reaction Judy was displaying. She had forgotten that a video of her bare feet were in front of them both.
The other, shorter attendant unzipped Judy’s skirt and pulled it down over her knees, then did the same thing with her panties. She had no pubic hair, which allowed her labia minora to be easily seen, glistened with excitement in-between her puffy folds. David smiled back but didn’t say anything. The taller attendant then addressed them both.
“To guarantee your complete enjoyment of the experience, we will be tickling and teasing you in every way we can. All you have to do is to relax, and enjoy yourselves. We thank you again for flying with us here today and hope that you will consider us when you plan your next trip.”
She pressed a yellow button that was next to her on the wall. Two compartments opened above the couple and two masks, connected to some tubing, neatly rolled out and dangled in front of the passengers. Then the attendants expertly helped the two into these.
“This will add to the experience and help you to relax.” The shorter attendant said. “It’s just a little Nitrous oxide, you know, laughing gas.”
There was a faint hiss as the compound seeped into their masks. Soon after, they both began to giggle euphorically. The taller stewardess took an electric toothbrush and a long turkey feather out of the metal pail. The shorter one took out a dildo vibrator and an artist’s brush. They both lied down on the floor in front of their captives and went to work. David’s Ler turned on the toothbrush and wedged the bristles underneath his balls, then proceed to stroke his cock with the turkey feather. It quickly began to enlarge and was very soon back to it’s former excited state. David smiled and rocked back and forth. The toothbrush buzzed and tickled his balls as the feather ran up and down the entire length of his erect penis. His throbbing cock pushed against the feather, and the feather pushed back with equal force. David was laughing and moaning in turns in no time at all.
Judy’s Ler took the dildo and put the end in her mouth. Then she slowly slipped the head into her wet vulva. Judy moaned and her eyes rolled back into her head. Then the stewardess turned the vibrating mechanism on. Judy curled her toes and gasped. It felt so nice! Then the Ler took the artist’s brush and began to tickle her erect clitoris with it. Judy writhed and wiggled in her chair, as much as she could. Soon clear sticky fluid became the ‘paint’, as the fine brush continually stroked her, up and down, up and down. Her throbbing clitoris pushed against the brush, and the brush pushed back with equal force. Judy was laughing and moaning in turns in no time at all.
Just as it seemed that the obvious outcome was fast approaching, The hands on the other side of the partition began to do their torturous work. Two sets of hands, with long, slender fingernails, scratched and tickled the bottoms of their feet mercilessly. The sudden shift in pleasurable sensation caught them both off guard, and they both laughed hysterically again. Back and forth this went. They were both caught between laughter and orgasm until the airplane started making it’s final descent into Philadelphia. By then, the experience had fused, becoming one strong impulse… laughing orgasm.
David started moaning more, and more urgently. The feather tickled so badly! The nimble fingertips in the other room were devastating on his soles. His mind escaped to the only conclusion it could come up with. Clear liquid congealed on the feather as the pent up laughing orgasm took over. Uncontrollable spasms of warm, sticky cum nearly hit the ceiling. It felt like it was never going to stop.
Judy laughed uncontrollably as she suddenly joined the urgency of David’s impending laughing orgasm. She matched him right up to the climax.
“Oh... my God… Hahaha... OH MY GOD!… HAHAHA!...SHIT!!... HAHAHAHA!!... FUCK!!!”
She came hard on the vibrator as milky liquid trickled down over her folds. Over and over, the laughter became the spasm that pushed her into the laughing orgasm. The two stewards quickly cleaned up the mess, slipped the couples clothes back on and retreated back through the curtain. The foot tickling continued all the while… of course, it was FAR more intense after the orgasm.
The two laughed manically and uncontrollably until they slipped into silent laughter. Then they both passed out.
Now finally on the ground and at the appropriate gate, the engines of the plane cut off and the turbines slowed down to a stop. David and Judy both opened their eyes and yawned. There were no restraints. There were no masks hanging down from the ceiling. There was no hole in the wall. They both had their shoes and socks on. They unfastened their seat belts, slowly got up, both of them exhausted as they made their way to the exit.
The chief flight attendant at the gate handed them both an ostrich plume as a souvenir.
“We hope we put a smile on your face…”
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David Rey checked the clock on the dashboard of his car. The illuminated blue numeral had just changed over to 9:23am. He was probably going to be ok. No need to hurry this time, not too much. Like many of his past airline appointments, he knew that this lack of concern on his part could of course, change instantly. No need to worry for now. He parked his car in long term parking and pulled his luggage from the boot, or trunk as the Americans call it. He pulled it behind him as he made his way to check in. Check in and Security was non-eventful as always. He looked at another man being ‘frisked’ at Security and wondered if that might happen to him. He swallowed hard. “I hope not,” he thought to himself. “I’m too ticklish as it is.” It made him anxious just to think about it. And then there was the ‘taking your shoes off’ bit. He didn’t like that either. It made him feel vulnerable somehow. Oh it was fine if the ladies had to do that. Haha… just not him.
With that out of the way, he checked his boarding pass once again.
Plumage Airlines, flight 23, from London Heathrow Airport to Philadelphia.
He looked up at the call boarding screen and it showed ‘On Time' in red letters. Gate 6.
Nice. He had gotten to his gate in plenty of time, and with time to spare, as a matter of fact. He sat in a fake leather chair and people watched for a while. It looked like there wasn’t going to be a lot of people on this flight. This was indeed his lucky day. The young airline stewardess stepped up to the microphone and announced the boarding call. It was again, the usual routine and the First Class, which is what was printed on his ticket, went in last. Just above the corridor doorway that connects to the airplane was the company logo (a single feather with metal airplane wings) along with the company’s slogan:
We Put A SMILE On Your Face!
He touched the outside of the airplane for luck just as he entered. The pilot’s cabin was on the left as always. There was a curtain separating the steward’s area from First Class, and another curtain separating First Class from the rest of the plane. David double checked his ticket again; Seat 1C, an aisle seat on the front row. He sat down. The seat was real leather this time and there was plenty of leg room. He reclined his seat back, folded his hands across his chest and closed his eyes.
He remembered vaguely the whine of the engines coming on, the white noise of the forced air being blasted through the hidden air vents, the melodious chatter about rules and safety from the stewardess. David smiled as his consciousness left him.
He thought he was home, in his favorite lounge chair, fully reclined. If he had kept his eyes closed this was, right now, exactly how it felt. When he fell into that lounger at home, he didn’t want to get up. But that was then. He opened his eyes now and looked down the length of his reclined body. His feet where gone! It looked like he had kicked his feet through two holes in the white partition wall. He tried to pull his feet out of the holes, but there were straps around his knees. Then he saw that were another pair of straps around his wrists, pinning his arms to the armrests.
“What the fuc…?”
David looked around and saw there was a lady, about his age in the same row, two seats away, in the exact predicament. There was nobody else in First Class. The young stewardess stood above him in the middle aisle.
“Ah, welcome Mr… David Rey and Ms… Judy VanderMeer.” She was reading from a passenger list. She looked back at the two occupants and smiled.
“What is this?” The other woman said. “I demand you release me, at once!”
The stewardess blinked, but didn’t break from her practiced routine.
“We want to welcome you to First Class on Plumage Airlines Flight 23. Non-stop *cough* to Philadelphia. Excuse me.”
“What is the meaning on this?” David said, as he tried to sit up in his chair. But the restraints held firm and he didn’t budge an inch. (Centimeter?)
“Well, you ARE in First Class after all. It’s all part of the amenities of course. We just want you to… have as much pleasure as you can afford. I can guarantee that you will be quite… amused…er, overjoyed at the prospect. If not, you can certainly get your money back.” She added. “But we have never had someone not express their gratitude... eventually.”
She turned around and opened the curtain to the storage cabin and disappeared through it. Mr. David Rey and Ms. Judy VanderMeer looked at each other with horrified looks on both their faces. They both took this opportunity to test their restraints. Oh yes, they weren’t going to move at all apparently. The white colored wall in front of them seemed to flicker. Then suddenly, there were two pictures projected just above their confined ankles. They were both similar and took up nearly all the surface area of the wall. The trapped couple blinked. If they could have, they would have rubbed their eyes in disbelief. They were looking at the bottoms of their own shoes. This didn’t make sense. They both watched as a pair of hands removed both their shoes.
“Oh my God!” Judy whimpered.
“You don’t think…” David whispered.
The hands grasped the tops of their stockings and gently began to pull them off.
“Somebody is taking my socks off!” Yelled Judy.
She could feel it rolling past her heels, down her supple arch. She was watching it happen! The sock slipped past the ball of her own foot. Over her toes. She wiggled her toes and saw that the foot in the picture mimicked her’s perfectly. She was watching her own soles that were in reality, in the next room!
“Oh no!..” She murmured.
The same thing was also happening to David and suddenly, they were both looking at a video projection of the bottoms of their own bare feet, trapped firmly through the holes in the wall.
David blurted out. “Whatever you do… don’t laugh! Remember? The stewardess said that we could get our money back. If we just… don’t laugh.”
Judy nodded and rolled her lips in. She knew that this was impossible for her, but she could try and hold off for as long as she could. Mmm,.. maybe. David on the other hand wasn’t sure how ticklish he was on his feet. He had seldom been tickled anywhere, let alone on his bare feet. It was an unknown factor, for sure. Maybe he could fight it. He had always thought that his mind was well disciplined. The pairs of hands disappeared from the picture and soon returned. Judy began to cry softly to herself. Each hand held a plume, like a feather from an ostrich… the symbol of the company. The feathery tip curved over on itself and was very billowy, the barbs coming out from the sides were very long and clearly seen against the pale pristine skin of the prisoners.
The feather brushed against the bottom of her foot. She clenched and squeezed the ends of the armrest. The feather pulled away suddenly and made another approach. The hand waved it menacingly, but it did not touch her. Judy watched as the feather came closer and closer again. It was torture just to watch! She could feel it again. So soft against her pampered, ticklish skin. It lingered right in the middle of her bare foot, swishing up and down slowly. Judy’s lips trembled as she heroically fought to deflect the ticklish feeling.
The same thing was happening to David. Initially, it felt nice… but now it was just annoying. It was like an ant walking on ones skin, a tickle in the throat, an itch he wanted to scratch. He wished it would stop because it was almost non-consequential… almost. He looked over at Judy in her agony. Then he looked at her sole in the video. The bottom of her foot was rather pretty actually. It was slender, dainty compared to his. Clearly she was having a more difficult time remaining poised. He wondered what would contractually constitute as a laugh?
The hand dropped the plume, then the other one did as well. What now? Judy felt relieved. Maybe they were convinced that tickling them wouldn’t pay off. Maybe it was just a test, and they had both passed. Was it over?
The hand on David’s screen now held a flight feather. It was long and narrow, one of the primaries for a bird. The tip came to a fine point. Judy gulped and prayed that this wouldn’t happen to her as well. The feather touched, and crept up David’s naked sole at a 45 degree angle. Judy glanced at his face. David grimaced. This was worse… far worse. So this was what tickling was, what tickling felt like. The feather moved up and down the length of his sole. Judy knew the look David was making. His face was all twisted and reddish, like he was trying to hold back a sneeze or something.
“Oh my God!” She muttered. “Look at that feather, tickling your foot!”
Something inside her snapped, and she actually was beginning to feel aroused. Seeing it happen to somebody else was making her horny.
David threw his head back and closed his eyes. The tip of the feather began to tease around the bottoms of his toes. He flexed them. Scrunched them. The tickling didn’t stop and his brain couldn’t comprehend why. When the feather began to push it’s way in-between his toes, the cause and effect feeling pushed it’s way to his gut and out of his mouth. He didn’t know if it was better to watch or not. Maybe focusing on her foot was the answer.
“Oh David…”
Her voice was smooth, understanding. It was like she was holding his hand mentally.
“Coochie coochie coo….”
The female voice came out from the speaker in the hand rests.
“Are we… ticklish?” The voice giggled teasingly then sang like a nursery rhyme:
“Somebody’s not getting their money back, somebody’s not getting their money back…”
Judy looked at the bottom of his foot, with the feather teasing and tormenting his toes viciously and noticed that watching this was making her wet. Normally to her, a guy’s foot was off putting… but at least it looks like he takes care of them she thought to herself. He certainly has a lot of will power. I would have crumbled if that were happening to me.
Then the feather floated out of the video screen picture, leaving only a convulsive bare sole, centered within the picture frame.
A thin wooden stick, with a fine point at the tip entered the video frame of the feminine sole. Judy’s eyes grew wide very suddenly.
“Oh no… please…” The fine point touched just above her right heel…
“No, no, NO!” and slowly moved up the center…
“Hmmmph,,, ahh…” over her arch, beneath the ball of her foot…
“MMmmm Grrrrrr…” just under her row of toes…
“Hehe hehe… UGH… GRRRR…” criss-crossing against her toe stems, like a xylophone player, going up and down the scale.
“Haha ha ha haha… I can’t… hah hah… It tickles… HA HA HA HA… too MUCH!”
“Aw… Ms. VanderMeer, it doesn’t look like you’ll be getting a refund this time. But, I’m sure you don’t want to stop laughing now, do you? You have such a nice, melodic laugh and I can see that Mr. Rey is quite interested.”
David blushed immediately as another stick was procured. It went to work straight away on the left row of toes. Prodding and poking, the simultaneous tickling of both feet sent Judy into fits of uncontrollable giggling. David watched, and suddenly became aware of his solid erection within his pants.
“Say, we haven’t given a proper chance for David to get back his money, have we. Judy, would you like us to tickle David?”
Now it was Judy’s turn to blush. (Though it may have been the held back laughter that was the cause.) All she could so was nod. She discovered that all the pent up laughter made her even MORE horny than before…
“What shall we use? How about… the fork?”
Judy knew exactly what that would be like if it were done to her, less of what it would do to him. He appeared to be pretty strongly determined. Suddenly a black plastic fork with four tines appeared in David’s video screen. The hand brought the tines just under the ball of his foot. The tines touched the delicate skin, pressing in slightly, making a small more pallid imprint where each tine touched. It just stood there… like a finger on the trigger. Ready for the release of forced pleasure.
“Oh David…” is all Judy could say.
The fork moved down slowly, purposely. It was like an electric shock that shot up his back. David giggled for just the briefest moment. The tines traced over a parallel line of tortured nerve endings that could actually be seen as faint lines of grazed skin. David giggled again, but more violently. This was uncontrollable. This tickled too bad… David was writhing and laughing before the fork had returned to the top again.
“There we are!” The voice boomed. We have no winners this time.”
“HA HA HA HA HA…” The fork moved faster… the pressure remained constant. Up and down, up and down… faster… The ticklish area blurred out and covered the entire length of his extremely ticklish sole.
“WHA HAHA HAHA HAHA HAHAHA…”
It was like an unstoppable force… it felt like trying to hold back an ocean wave. Up and down, up and down the plastic fork moved… constant pressure and tempo. Judy rolled her lips in and bit them. He had a WONDERFULLY masculine laugh! It sounded like it came from deep within… and poured out over his mouth… a full rich baritone laugh. She wanted to touch herself so badly right now. She could feel a wetness spreading from between her legs.
The hands returned in her portion of the screen again. They were wet with lotion, it looked like a clear oil. The hands moved over her feet, working the oil in. Judy knew what this usually meant, and she knew that she would soon be joining him in uncontrollable laughter. The hairbrush in each hand confirmed her worst fears. Slowly, they started to brush up and down her naked, tormented soles.
“HAHAHAHAHAHA….. HAHAHAHAHAHA…….”
It was loud and full throttled. It sounded like a laughing duet between two heavy weight opera singers. His laughter, controlling the bottom range, and hers, the top. They couldn’t even watch the screen most of the time as they passed the forced melodious laughter back and forth. Then the airplane reached the halfway point of the flight.
“So have we had enough kids?” The voice had a smarmy quality to it. “You know, they say that one becomes even MORE ticklish after orgasm… shall we see?” Both passengers blushed and didn’t say anything. However, they both wanted to find out in the very worst way!
Two female attendants came out from behind the curtains, each one had a metal pail. The taller one approached David and bent over and preceded to unzip his fly.
“Why Mr. Rey! I dare say that you’re more than halfway there already!”
She fished out his erect penis from the convoluting folded layers of clothing material. It tickled mostly as she fumbled with it, trying to get it past the underwear fold. Eventually, she pulled it out. It proudly waved in the air, then slowly drooped down and became flaccid again.
“Don’t worry Mr. Rey,” the stewardess chimed. “I’m sure we’ll be able to... fix that.”
Judy wiggled her toes and smiled over at David. She quickly blushed as David caught the normally private toe wiggling reaction Judy was displaying. She had forgotten that a video of her bare feet were in front of them both.
The other, shorter attendant unzipped Judy’s skirt and pulled it down over her knees, then did the same thing with her panties. She had no pubic hair, which allowed her labia minora to be easily seen, glistened with excitement in-between her puffy folds. David smiled back but didn’t say anything. The taller attendant then addressed them both.
“To guarantee your complete enjoyment of the experience, we will be tickling and teasing you in every way we can. All you have to do is to relax, and enjoy yourselves. We thank you again for flying with us here today and hope that you will consider us when you plan your next trip.”
She pressed a yellow button that was next to her on the wall. Two compartments opened above the couple and two masks, connected to some tubing, neatly rolled out and dangled in front of the passengers. Then the attendants expertly helped the two into these.
“This will add to the experience and help you to relax.” The shorter attendant said. “It’s just a little Nitrous oxide, you know, laughing gas.”
There was a faint hiss as the compound seeped into their masks. Soon after, they both began to giggle euphorically. The taller stewardess took an electric toothbrush and a long turkey feather out of the metal pail. The shorter one took out a dildo vibrator and an artist’s brush. They both lied down on the floor in front of their captives and went to work. David’s Ler turned on the toothbrush and wedged the bristles underneath his balls, then proceed to stroke his cock with the turkey feather. It quickly began to enlarge and was very soon back to it’s former excited state. David smiled and rocked back and forth. The toothbrush buzzed and tickled his balls as the feather ran up and down the entire length of his erect penis. His throbbing cock pushed against the feather, and the feather pushed back with equal force. David was laughing and moaning in turns in no time at all.
Judy’s Ler took the dildo and put the end in her mouth. Then she slowly slipped the head into her wet vulva. Judy moaned and her eyes rolled back into her head. Then the stewardess turned the vibrating mechanism on. Judy curled her toes and gasped. It felt so nice! Then the Ler took the artist’s brush and began to tickle her erect clitoris with it. Judy writhed and wiggled in her chair, as much as she could. Soon clear sticky fluid became the ‘paint’, as the fine brush continually stroked her, up and down, up and down. Her throbbing clitoris pushed against the brush, and the brush pushed back with equal force. Judy was laughing and moaning in turns in no time at all.
Just as it seemed that the obvious outcome was fast approaching, The hands on the other side of the partition began to do their torturous work. Two sets of hands, with long, slender fingernails, scratched and tickled the bottoms of their feet mercilessly. The sudden shift in pleasurable sensation caught them both off guard, and they both laughed hysterically again. Back and forth this went. They were both caught between laughter and orgasm until the airplane started making it’s final descent into Philadelphia. By then, the experience had fused, becoming one strong impulse… laughing orgasm.
David started moaning more, and more urgently. The feather tickled so badly! The nimble fingertips in the other room were devastating on his soles. His mind escaped to the only conclusion it could come up with. Clear liquid congealed on the feather as the pent up laughing orgasm took over. Uncontrollable spasms of warm, sticky cum nearly hit the ceiling. It felt like it was never going to stop.
Judy laughed uncontrollably as she suddenly joined the urgency of David’s impending laughing orgasm. She matched him right up to the climax.
“Oh... my God… Hahaha... OH MY GOD!… HAHAHA!...SHIT!!... HAHAHAHA!!... FUCK!!!”
She came hard on the vibrator as milky liquid trickled down over her folds. Over and over, the laughter became the spasm that pushed her into the laughing orgasm. The two stewards quickly cleaned up the mess, slipped the couples clothes back on and retreated back through the curtain. The foot tickling continued all the while… of course, it was FAR more intense after the orgasm.
The two laughed manically and uncontrollably until they slipped into silent laughter. Then they both passed out.
Now finally on the ground and at the appropriate gate, the engines of the plane cut off and the turbines slowed down to a stop. David and Judy both opened their eyes and yawned. There were no restraints. There were no masks hanging down from the ceiling. There was no hole in the wall. They both had their shoes and socks on. They unfastened their seat belts, slowly got up, both of them exhausted as they made their way to the exit.
The chief flight attendant at the gate handed them both an ostrich plume as a souvenir.
“We hope we put a smile on your face…”
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