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ELLEN'S TICKLISH BIRTHDAY GIFT.
Next weekend we will celebrate my daughter Ellen's 21st birthday, Amy says to Brooke, her best friend.
I want to make it something very special.
I'm so curious, says Brooke, what do you have in mind?
It's a totally crazy thought. Ellen is nicknamed Tickledevil. She is addicted by tickling.
Countless times she tickled me and her two sisters.
Every time I was able to fend off her attack.
Almost every day one of her sisters is on the floor or on the bed, thrashing and screaming. Sometimes I help to restrain the tickled daughter, much to Ellen’s delight.
She can tickle extremely well.
A few months ago we decided to teach Ellen a lesson.
Together with my daughters we tied her up, undressed her and tickled her terribly for over an hour without her even being able to catch her breath for a second.
Brooke laughs loudly.
And has Ellen stopped tickling?
On the contrary, says Amy.
Ellen told me a while back that tickling is even more fun since she experienced for herself how bad it is to be tickled to death.
Ellen often jokingly says that she dreams of tying up a young guy and tickling him to death for hours.
Brooke bursts out laughing and is visibly excited by what Amy is telling her.
You want to give her a tickle party, she laughs.
Wow, this is crazy.
And who will be the victim?
As the women giggle, Ed, Brooke's 22-year-old son, enters.
Amy looks greedily at his sporty body and his beautiful face.
She alternately looks at Ed and Brooke.
Brooke reads Ellen's mind, looks several times at her son and into Amy's eyes.
What time are you expecting us at the birthday party?
Ed leaves.
He's so shy, Brooke says, and I've wanted to teach him a lesson for a long time.
I caught him a few months ago.
He was peeking through the bedroom keyhole while my boyfriend was fucking me.
Ellen will have the day of her life, Brooke laughs.
Not just Ellen, says Amy.
I think her two sisters and one or two girlfriends will join in the tickling.
Brooke laughs long and loud.
I can't wait to experience this.
My timid Ed in one room with 7 excited women!
Hahahahahhaahha.
You're having a tickle party on Saturday, Ellen told Amy when she came home.
What ? Guild Ellen.
Are you kidding me?
Not at all, I want to give you a special birthday.
And who will be the lucky one? Ellen asks.
SATURDAY AFTERNOON – PARTY TIME:
The table is set, the birthday cake and champagne are cooled.
In Amy's spacious bedroom, there are foot clamps on the bed and ropes attached to ceiling beams.
There are leather handcuffs, oil, talcum powder, feathers and an assortment of brushes ready
Ellen, her sisters and Amy barely slept last night.
As Saturday approaches, they grew more and more excited.
They kept thinking about the tickle party.
How they could tickle poor Ed as horribly as possible.
Ellen wanted to lead the tickle.
It had to be done methodically so that Ed doesn’t collapse and the intensity of the torture could be increased little by little.
Amy and her daughters put on their sexiest outfits.
Ellen's two girlfriends arrive a little early.
The young women are ecstatic.
Ellen has never felt so horny.
Everyone was excited and laughing.
When Brooke arrived with her unsuspecting son, she winked at Ellen.
Come on Ed , wish Ellen an unforgettable birthday party.
The delicious pastries and the many glasses of champagne created an exuberant atmosphere.
Ellen suddenly coughed and dropped a piece of cake on Ed's shirt and pants.
Go to the bathroom quickly, freshen up and toss your clothes in the hamper, Amy said.
Ten minutes later, Brooke entered the bathroom to find her son wearing only a pair of small panties.
Come quickly, your fresh clothes are in the next room.
The women cheered when Ed entered.
Before he realised it, his hands were cuffed and he was kneeling on the bed, arms outstretched above him, feet in clamps, surrounded by 7 sexy women.
With a mocking look, Brooke wrote lipstick on her son's chest: "Ellen's tickle toy."
tickle him!
tickle him!
tickle him!
…….
they cried.
Ellen approached Ed with a challenging look.
She took off her dress and wore a tiny bikini.
How generous of you, Ed, to let you torment me terribly to give me the hottest, sexiest party of my life.
I will not disappoint you, Ellen said teasing.
She made tickle movements with her fingers and moved her hands inches from Ed's defenseless body.
Mommy, help me! No tickling please! Please mommy, untie me, I won’t survive tickle torture. Please Ellen I will do anything for you not to be tickled.
Ellen sat behind him on his lower legs and stroked his torso very gently, alternating with a few seconds of tickling.
Within a minute, the caressing turned into tickling.
Very gently and systematically she scratched the entire torso little by little.
Armpits, chest, ribs, diaphragm, lower abdomen, loins, back, lower back, lower abdomen, buttocks, groin area.
Ed laughed, begged and yelled to the delight of everyone.
HOOOOOOOAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA NO PLEASE AAAHAHAHAAHAHHAHAHAA I…..HATE……AAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA…..TICKLING AAHAHHAHAHAHHA
This went on for 20 minutes until Ellen unexpectedly planted her fingernails on the soles of her feet. Ed ranted.
For almost 15 minutes she gently moved her fingertips and tickled between his toes.
I can't handle it alone anymore, she cried, after tickling Ed's entire torso a second and third time.
Come on, give me a hand.
Ellen's sisters and friends want nothing more.
Brooke and Amy sat smiling and enjoying watching, filming and taking pictures.
Come on Amy, Brooke said, I see you're eager to help torment Ed.
Drop your inhibitions and enjoy!
Hahahahaha, this is a dream come true, said Ellen.
We will tickle very systematical girls.
We slowly increase the intensity until he almost chokes with laughter.
The skin was scratched by two women for several minutes at a time.
Ed produced only silent laughter as the women left and right scratched the front and back of the hip at the same time.
Ellen had omitted the soles of the feet so far to be able to ravage them at a further stage of the tickle with fingers and brushes.
After 20 minutes tickling was performed alternately per 3.
Well done Amy, Brooke laughed, you seem to be as determined a tickler as your daughter.
Amy burst out laughing.
So funny!
It arouses me so much.
She took off her dress and tickled further in a provocative bikini.
The women were terribly excited.
Amy felt her vagina wet from the touch, the laughter, and the begging. She imagined how Ed would react when should tickle his balls.
And now the finale, Ellen called out .
TICKLE HIM TO DEATH !!!!!
AAAAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHHAHHHA NOOO AAAAAHAHAHAHAHA PLEAS AAAHAHAHAHAHA STOP AAHAHAHAHAHA .
The foot clamps were put in front of Ed.
This is much more fun for the photos and videos, Brooke teased.
12 hands, 60 fingers danced over Ed's body.
For 30 endless minutes his body was subjected to a maddening tickle.
Ed was delirious.
STOOOOOOOOOOP!
Brooke suddenly yelled.
I can't stand this any longer.
……
The ticklers backed off!
.
Brooke went for her son.
I WANT TO TICKLE MY LITTLE BABY TO DEATH !!!!!
she exclaimed with a sardonic laugh.
The astonished women laughed and applauded.
She took off her dress, ignoring her son's begging.
The tops of the feet haven't been spoiled yet!
She scratched the feet with index and middle fingers and made scissoring movements on the skin. Ed reacted violently. The more pour Ed pleaded and laughed the more determined and ruthless Brooke came.
PLEASE MOM AAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAAAAAAHAHAHA NO PLEASAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Come on Ellen, I need your help. We’ll put him trough hell!
They applied the same technique to the loins, lower and upper legs.
Ed laughed and screamed to the delight of the women.
After almost 20 minutes of torture, Brooke and Ellen squeezed and pushed with thumbs and forefingers just above the knees. It was a hilarious scene. 5 wives dancing provocatively and sexy to the beats of the music, around an extremely intensely tickled young man.
Ed's body gyrated as Ellen and his mom worked muscle pressure points with devilish effectiveness, causing a horrible tickle.
They kept their fingers in the same place for several minutes.
They applied this technique to the ribs, the bottom of the buttocks and the calf muscles.
They tickle tortured with sadistic pleasure.
The women couldn't get enough of the spectacle and almost laughed themselves to death.
Ed's suffering was immense.
Take a feather each, Brooke ordered.
Tease his nostrils, face, ears, chin and throat.
We drive him crazy with the itch and the tickle.
After ten endless minutes, Ed was put out of his misery.
The women went to the dining room to drink champagne and socialize over the almost 3 hours of tickle torture.
Only Ellen stayed with Ed.
She knelt between his spread legs, caressed his bound torso and arms and kissed him passionately.
She rubbed his skin with massage oil and kissed him all over.
She was terribly horny.
She enjoyed the growing swelling in his little panties.
I am so grateful to you for the unforgettable birthday party.
Recently I have suffered terribly from a gang of tickle torture.
I know how awful it feels.
And yet ….
I can't get enough of it: not just tickling.
I have a terrible need to feel terrible tickles.
After Ed was freed from his position both kissed and caressed each other passionately .
It was so endearing to see you suffer, tickled mad, defenseless, vulnerable and desperate.
I think we should not put to far away the footlocks, the brushes, the feathers and the handcuffs Ed laughed.
Next weekend we will celebrate my daughter Ellen's 21st birthday, Amy says to Brooke, her best friend.
I want to make it something very special.
I'm so curious, says Brooke, what do you have in mind?
It's a totally crazy thought. Ellen is nicknamed Tickledevil. She is addicted by tickling.
Countless times she tickled me and her two sisters.
Every time I was able to fend off her attack.
Almost every day one of her sisters is on the floor or on the bed, thrashing and screaming. Sometimes I help to restrain the tickled daughter, much to Ellen’s delight.
She can tickle extremely well.
A few months ago we decided to teach Ellen a lesson.
Together with my daughters we tied her up, undressed her and tickled her terribly for over an hour without her even being able to catch her breath for a second.
Brooke laughs loudly.
And has Ellen stopped tickling?
On the contrary, says Amy.
Ellen told me a while back that tickling is even more fun since she experienced for herself how bad it is to be tickled to death.
Ellen often jokingly says that she dreams of tying up a young guy and tickling him to death for hours.
Brooke bursts out laughing and is visibly excited by what Amy is telling her.
You want to give her a tickle party, she laughs.
Wow, this is crazy.
And who will be the victim?
As the women giggle, Ed, Brooke's 22-year-old son, enters.
Amy looks greedily at his sporty body and his beautiful face.
She alternately looks at Ed and Brooke.
Brooke reads Ellen's mind, looks several times at her son and into Amy's eyes.
What time are you expecting us at the birthday party?
Ed leaves.
He's so shy, Brooke says, and I've wanted to teach him a lesson for a long time.
I caught him a few months ago.
He was peeking through the bedroom keyhole while my boyfriend was fucking me.
Ellen will have the day of her life, Brooke laughs.
Not just Ellen, says Amy.
I think her two sisters and one or two girlfriends will join in the tickling.
Brooke laughs long and loud.
I can't wait to experience this.
My timid Ed in one room with 7 excited women!
Hahahahahhaahha.
You're having a tickle party on Saturday, Ellen told Amy when she came home.
What ? Guild Ellen.
Are you kidding me?
Not at all, I want to give you a special birthday.
And who will be the lucky one? Ellen asks.
SATURDAY AFTERNOON – PARTY TIME:
The table is set, the birthday cake and champagne are cooled.
In Amy's spacious bedroom, there are foot clamps on the bed and ropes attached to ceiling beams.
There are leather handcuffs, oil, talcum powder, feathers and an assortment of brushes ready
Ellen, her sisters and Amy barely slept last night.
As Saturday approaches, they grew more and more excited.
They kept thinking about the tickle party.
How they could tickle poor Ed as horribly as possible.
Ellen wanted to lead the tickle.
It had to be done methodically so that Ed doesn’t collapse and the intensity of the torture could be increased little by little.
Amy and her daughters put on their sexiest outfits.
Ellen's two girlfriends arrive a little early.
The young women are ecstatic.
Ellen has never felt so horny.
Everyone was excited and laughing.
When Brooke arrived with her unsuspecting son, she winked at Ellen.
Come on Ed , wish Ellen an unforgettable birthday party.
The delicious pastries and the many glasses of champagne created an exuberant atmosphere.
Ellen suddenly coughed and dropped a piece of cake on Ed's shirt and pants.
Go to the bathroom quickly, freshen up and toss your clothes in the hamper, Amy said.
Ten minutes later, Brooke entered the bathroom to find her son wearing only a pair of small panties.
Come quickly, your fresh clothes are in the next room.
The women cheered when Ed entered.
Before he realised it, his hands were cuffed and he was kneeling on the bed, arms outstretched above him, feet in clamps, surrounded by 7 sexy women.
With a mocking look, Brooke wrote lipstick on her son's chest: "Ellen's tickle toy."
tickle him!
tickle him!
tickle him!
…….
they cried.
Ellen approached Ed with a challenging look.
She took off her dress and wore a tiny bikini.
How generous of you, Ed, to let you torment me terribly to give me the hottest, sexiest party of my life.
I will not disappoint you, Ellen said teasing.
She made tickle movements with her fingers and moved her hands inches from Ed's defenseless body.
Mommy, help me! No tickling please! Please mommy, untie me, I won’t survive tickle torture. Please Ellen I will do anything for you not to be tickled.
Ellen sat behind him on his lower legs and stroked his torso very gently, alternating with a few seconds of tickling.
Within a minute, the caressing turned into tickling.
Very gently and systematically she scratched the entire torso little by little.
Armpits, chest, ribs, diaphragm, lower abdomen, loins, back, lower back, lower abdomen, buttocks, groin area.
Ed laughed, begged and yelled to the delight of everyone.
HOOOOOOOAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA NO PLEASE AAAHAHAHAAHAHHAHAHAA I…..HATE……AAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA…..TICKLING AAHAHHAHAHAHHA
This went on for 20 minutes until Ellen unexpectedly planted her fingernails on the soles of her feet. Ed ranted.
For almost 15 minutes she gently moved her fingertips and tickled between his toes.
I can't handle it alone anymore, she cried, after tickling Ed's entire torso a second and third time.
Come on, give me a hand.
Ellen's sisters and friends want nothing more.
Brooke and Amy sat smiling and enjoying watching, filming and taking pictures.
Come on Amy, Brooke said, I see you're eager to help torment Ed.
Drop your inhibitions and enjoy!
Hahahahaha, this is a dream come true, said Ellen.
We will tickle very systematical girls.
We slowly increase the intensity until he almost chokes with laughter.
The skin was scratched by two women for several minutes at a time.
Ed produced only silent laughter as the women left and right scratched the front and back of the hip at the same time.
Ellen had omitted the soles of the feet so far to be able to ravage them at a further stage of the tickle with fingers and brushes.
After 20 minutes tickling was performed alternately per 3.
Well done Amy, Brooke laughed, you seem to be as determined a tickler as your daughter.
Amy burst out laughing.
So funny!
It arouses me so much.
She took off her dress and tickled further in a provocative bikini.
The women were terribly excited.
Amy felt her vagina wet from the touch, the laughter, and the begging. She imagined how Ed would react when should tickle his balls.
And now the finale, Ellen called out .
TICKLE HIM TO DEATH !!!!!
AAAAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHHAHHHA NOOO AAAAAHAHAHAHAHA PLEAS AAAHAHAHAHAHA STOP AAHAHAHAHAHA .
The foot clamps were put in front of Ed.
This is much more fun for the photos and videos, Brooke teased.
12 hands, 60 fingers danced over Ed's body.
For 30 endless minutes his body was subjected to a maddening tickle.
Ed was delirious.
STOOOOOOOOOOP!
Brooke suddenly yelled.
I can't stand this any longer.
……
The ticklers backed off!
.
Brooke went for her son.
I WANT TO TICKLE MY LITTLE BABY TO DEATH !!!!!
she exclaimed with a sardonic laugh.
The astonished women laughed and applauded.
She took off her dress, ignoring her son's begging.
The tops of the feet haven't been spoiled yet!
She scratched the feet with index and middle fingers and made scissoring movements on the skin. Ed reacted violently. The more pour Ed pleaded and laughed the more determined and ruthless Brooke came.
PLEASE MOM AAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAAAAAAHAHAHA NO PLEASAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Come on Ellen, I need your help. We’ll put him trough hell!
They applied the same technique to the loins, lower and upper legs.
Ed laughed and screamed to the delight of the women.
After almost 20 minutes of torture, Brooke and Ellen squeezed and pushed with thumbs and forefingers just above the knees. It was a hilarious scene. 5 wives dancing provocatively and sexy to the beats of the music, around an extremely intensely tickled young man.
Ed's body gyrated as Ellen and his mom worked muscle pressure points with devilish effectiveness, causing a horrible tickle.
They kept their fingers in the same place for several minutes.
They applied this technique to the ribs, the bottom of the buttocks and the calf muscles.
They tickle tortured with sadistic pleasure.
The women couldn't get enough of the spectacle and almost laughed themselves to death.
Ed's suffering was immense.
Take a feather each, Brooke ordered.
Tease his nostrils, face, ears, chin and throat.
We drive him crazy with the itch and the tickle.
After ten endless minutes, Ed was put out of his misery.
The women went to the dining room to drink champagne and socialize over the almost 3 hours of tickle torture.
Only Ellen stayed with Ed.
She knelt between his spread legs, caressed his bound torso and arms and kissed him passionately.
She rubbed his skin with massage oil and kissed him all over.
She was terribly horny.
She enjoyed the growing swelling in his little panties.
I am so grateful to you for the unforgettable birthday party.
Recently I have suffered terribly from a gang of tickle torture.
I know how awful it feels.
And yet ….
I can't get enough of it: not just tickling.
I have a terrible need to feel terrible tickles.
After Ed was freed from his position both kissed and caressed each other passionately .
It was so endearing to see you suffer, tickled mad, defenseless, vulnerable and desperate.
I think we should not put to far away the footlocks, the brushes, the feathers and the handcuffs Ed laughed.
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Wonderful illustrations to go with it. I envy him. 
