PeterVincentTGVK
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Jenni got out of her car and walked over to the apartment building as casually as one might walk through a park or a grocery store. Never mind that she was in full costume and face paint. Her trademark pink and purple satin costume hugged her curves perfectly. Her hair was in pigtails, and her white painted face was highlighted by pink circles on her cheeks and a small red dot on her nose that was almost as red as her lipstick. She had parked her car only a few parking places away from the entrance to the building, so it wasn’t much of a walk. But her nonchalant approach to her appearance might have seemed odd to anyone else who might be around.
She walked in the door to the building. Celia had promised to buzz her in. Jenni re-read through the email that Celia had sent her. As a clown, Jenni was used to entertaining at children’s parties more than anything else. And as a psychologist, she rarely saw patients outside of her own home. But Celia had seemed so desperate, and in Jenni’s phone conversations with her had indicated, in need of much help with her boyfriend. Though Jenni had never met Celia face to face, the girl did seem to know Jenni by her reputation. Not as a doctor or party clown, but as a tickling enthusiast. Celia’s last message listed their apartment number as C-18. When Jenni found the correct door on the third floor, she knocked lightly and waited.
It only took about three seconds for Celia to answer the door. Jenni found herself looking upon a very tanned, short woman with almost platinum blonde hair and a stacked figure.
“Jenni! Thank you so much for coming. Peter’s in the other room.” Celia said quietly.
“Ummm… why are you whispering?” Jenni asked as Celia rushed her inside and shut the door behind her.
“Well, here’s the thing: I haven’t really told him about this.” Celia admitted.
“What?”
“He’s just been so against any kind of outside… assistance. I thought it best to treat this kind of like an intervention. You know, like not really give him a choice.”
“Look, Celia, this isn’t exactly ideal.” Jenni said. “It can be very tricky to get someone to accept help if they don’t want it in the first place.”
“I know. I know. I just didn’t know how else to-”
“Who was at the door, hon? Did you order pizza or something?” Peter could be heard as he walked in the room. He wasn’t the worst looking guy in the world. Brown haired combed over and a sharp pair of glasses combined with his tucked in flannel shirt and blue jeans gave him quite the boy next door appearance. “What the Hell is this?” He at once looked both confused and frustrated. Jenni could already sense how on edge he was. This was gonna be work.
“Sweetie, I really think that we should…”
“It’s okay, Celia.” Jenni calmed the blonde, placing a hand on her shoulder and motioning for her to sit on the couch. “Peter, my name’s Jenni. Now, I’m just as taken aback at this situation as you are. I was under the impression that both of you were seeking me out. But, let’s get that out of the way right now. All three of us are here, and I have never failed anyone who has asked for my help so why don’t you join your girl on the couch?”
“This is so stupid.” Peter shook his head, dismissively. “I’m gonna go out for a bit.” He moved towards the door but Jenni beat him to it, blocking it as her chest jiggled from the brief run.
“Gotta tell ya, you don’t look like the kind of guy who would hit a girl.” Jenni said. “And you’re not going anywhere. Sit down. Please.”
Peter took a second, as if trying to figure out a way out of the apartment, but he soon sighed heavily and walked over to the couch, sitting next to Celia. Once Jenni was satisfied that he wasn’t going to try to cut and run, She turned to walk over to a recliner that was partially facing the TV and partially facing the couch, making herself comfortable.
“Why are you dressed like a clown?” Peter asked.
“There are a few reasons.” Jenni replied. “But in situations such as this, there’s always a little comfort in someone not being able to identify you. No offense, but if I had come to the door and you two had turned out to be criminals or something well, anonymity counts for something. Other than that… it’s just kinda my thing. I like to make people happy. To make them laugh. So, it fits. But let’s not talk about me. Let’s talk about you two.”
“Yes.” Celia nodded in agreement. “And thanks again for coming, Jenni.”
“So, what are we dealing with here?’ Jenni asked. “I will admit that couples therapy is something I have only had so much experience with. So is it stress? Financial problems? Post Covid drama?”
“Well, no. In fact for the most part, everything is fine.” Celia said. “It’s just that there are some issues in the bedroom.”
“Celia? Really?” Peter was clearly not okay with talking about that sort of thing with a stranger.
“Peter, relax.” Jenni said calmly. “You know, the make-up helps my anonymity. But it also helps you. You don’t have to talk to me as another woman. You can talk to me as someone who will never judge you. Someone that you will probably never even see once we are finished. Have you ever spoken with someone in a chat room or who lived several states away? It’s easy to divulge secrets to someone who you don’t have any lasting ties to. What problems are you two having in the bedroom?”
“We don’t have any problems in the bedroom.” Peter insisted, turning to Celia. “I mean really… We do it what? Four times a week? That’s pretty good for two people who have been together for three years, right?”
“Celia, that doesn’t seem too bad to be honest.” Jenni said.
“It’s not that it doesn’t happen.” Celia tried to explain. “It’s that he’s just not really forthcoming about what he wants or is into.”
“Like what?” Peter asked just a little too loudly.
“Like whatever I’m seeing clips4sale purchases for on your debit card.” Celia called him out and he instantly went red.
“I see.” Jenni looked away for just a moment. Things had escalated quickly. “Anything that you want to talk about, Peter?”
“No.” He said adamantly. “This is all ridiculous. So I watch porn. Is there something wrong with that?”
“No. Not really.” Jenni said. But there is nothing wrong with Celia being curious about what exactly you are peeping at. I mean, if you can’t tell your partner what you are into, then…” Jenni remembered that Celia had mentioned in their earlier conversations that she was fully aware of Jenni’s skills as far as tickling was concerned. Perhaps this was why. In Jenni’s experience, there weren’t too many better ways to get someone to admit to something. “Okay then…” Jenni got up and sat on the couch next to Peter, putting him squarely between the two women. “Ya know, Pete… is it okay if I call you Pete? You’re taking all of this pretty seriously. It doesn’t have to be difficult.” Jenni reached out and popped open a couple of buttons on Peter’s shirt. At first he looked very awkward, as if he wasn’t sure how to react. But when she slipped a few fingers inside his shirt, he looked really uncomfortable. She started to stroke along the top of his belly and he flinched a few times. “Looks like you’re a little ticklish there, Pete.”
To Celia’s slight surprise but not to Jenni’s, Peter wasn’t even fighting Jenni or trying to get away from her. He put his arms up over the couch and trembled, chuckling quietly. Jenni nodded to Celia and guided the blonde’s glance down to Peter’s lap. He was beginning to stiffen in his jeans just from the soft tickling of his belly. Celia only nodded back at Jenni.
“I had a feeling.” Celia said. “He almost never lets me tickle him. I think he’s ashamed of it.”
“Is that true, Pete?” Jenni asked, finding a soft spot on the right side of his bellybutton. “Are you ashamed to admit that you like being tickled?”
“It’s just not a v-very hahaha… manly thing…”
“Oh, who cares?” Jenni waved a dismissive hand. “You can be manly in the bedroom sometimes and submissive other times. It’s really not a big deal. And I seriously doubt if Celia disagrees.”
“Hey, no complaints here.” Celia said. “He’s hung like a horse. Frankly I am just interested in knowing how to get him hard.”
“Well, a little tickle tickle on his tummy wummy seems to do the trick.” Jenni’s casual baby talk elicited a pleasured gasp from the young man, making Jenni grin. “And he likes baby talk, too.”
“N-no I don’t.” He argued. Neither woman believed him.
“Please just be honest, baby.” Celia pleaded.
“I’ve got an idea.” Jenni pulled her hand out of his shirt. “This is going to seem a bit wacky but just trust me. First, I want you both to strip.
“Excuse me?” Peter went right back to feeling anxious and stubborn.
“Remember what I said.” Jenni rubbed his chest comfortingly. “Nothing that happens here will leave this apartment. This is for your own good. Both of you. Here… maybe this will help.” Jenni unzipped the front of her costume down to her waist, freeing her massive bosom. “See, now I’m a little revealed myself. There is nothing to be ashamed of. Now strip, both of you.” She insisted.
There was a little more hesitance, but soon, Peter and Celia exchanged a look, understanding that this needed to be done. They both started to undress each other. First, shirts came off. This was followed by jeans and leggings hitting the carpeted floor. And while neither of them had been wearing shoes to begin with, the socks and underwear were the last to come off.
“There we are.” Jenni looked at both of them, trying not to leer, but also secretly drinking in both her curves and his impressive size, even though he was only rocking a semi at the moment. “Now, Peter, I want you to stay where you are. At least for now.”
“What about me?” Celia asked.
“I want you down here on the carpet.” Jenni said. Celia was a little unsure, but she was ready to trust Jenni. She did as she was told and laid down on the carpet on her back. She was happy that she had vacuumed earlier. Jenni then got down on top of her, steadily straddling her thighs and pinning her hands underneath her knees. “I am thinking that is we give Pete a bit of a show, he might be more open to discussing these issues with us.” Jenni said before looking down at Celia. “So where are you ticklish, Hon?”
Celia didn’t answer. She knew what kind of a situation that she was in and how vulnerable she was.
“It’s okay to not want to tell me.” Jenni said. “That’s a pretty natural response to being asked that question.” Jenni began to playfully stroke Celia’s ribs near her breasts.
“Hehehehehehehe okay that tickles…”
“Of course, it does. Tickle tickle tickle… Hey, how about this one?” Jenni brought her index and middle finger to Celia’s belly and started to march them on a circle around her navel. “Round and round the garden went the teddy bear…” Jenni affectionately sang to the giggly blonde. “One step, two step, tickle her under there!” Jenni ran a finger straight up her side and under her arm, bringing a squeal out of the pinned beauty.
Jenni looked over to see that Peter was once again at full erection watching them.
“Do you like that, Pete? Hm? Watching me tickle her and treat her like she’s a little girl?” Jenni asked. “What if I tickled you? What if I treated you like you were just a little boy? Hm? What if I sing to you and play tickle games with you like you’re just my little baby? I bet you’ve got some VERY special tickle spots.” Jenni reveled in making his face red as she tickled Celia’s tummy. “Just tell me that you want to be tickled and we can go from there.”
Peter didn’t reply. As Jenni had feared, he was still embarrassed. It was going to take a little more work. Not that Jenni minded. She looked back down to Celia.
“The itsy bitsy spider crawled up the water spout…” Jenni teased, creeping her fingertips up Celia’s tummy to her breasts, softly tickling her nipples. The blonde just giggled at Jenni’s tickles. “Down came the rain and washed the spider out…” The fingers glided down quickly. Another squeal. “Up came the sun and dried up all the rain and the itsy bitsy spider went up the spout again.” Jenni tickled Celia’s nipples again until they were nice and stiff. When she looked back over to Peter, he looked like it was taking every bit of his willpower to not just start masturbating right in front of them.
“Okay… okay…” Peter stammered. “I love it, alright. I love the tickling. The playfulness. Being made to feel like a kid again. I don’t know why…”
“You don’t have to know why.” Jenni told him. “You just have to admit it. And now you have.” Jenni looked back down at Celia with a sparkle in her eye. “Hey, see that poor little boy on the couch?” Jenni didn’t have to wink for Celia to get the memo.
“Oh yeah… he looks so lonely.” Celia played along.
“I think he just needs a couple of friends.” Jenni said, getting up and helping Celia off of the carpet. “And a good laugh.”
“I remember reading somewhere that most little boys are awfully ticklish.” Celia said. She moved over to the couch and leaned back against the armrest, motioning for him to lay back against her. He did as she wanted and Jenni slithered over between his legs. Celia slinked her arms around him, under his, so that her fingers could lightly play at his tummy, near where Jenni had tickled earlier.
“Hehehehehe…”
“Hey, did you know that in addition to being ticklish, most little boys are like a whole orchestra of instruments?” Jenni asked.
“Oh?” Celia asked curiously.
“Yep yep. Here’s the piano.” Jenni’s fingertips lightly patted up and down his sides.
“Hahahahahahahahahahahaha…”
“And the tuba.” The clown leaned down and blew a loud raspberry just under Peter’s bellybutton. He erupted into frantic laughter. Knowing now that raspberries were working, she continued her game. “Here’s the trumpet…” She blew much softer raspberries now, this time on the sides of his neck. Celia held him in place as he tried to wriggle away from Jenni’s lips. “And then there’s my favorite… the bagpipes.” Jenni continued to blow on his neck as she poked a finger and wiggled in each underarm.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Peter lost it, laughing heartily as Jenni tickled him to bits.
“Why don’t we go for a drive, Pete?” Jenni began to pantomime stroking his chest as if there were a steering wheel there, gently touching just enough to make him chuckle a bit. “My these people are driving slowly! Better use the horns.” The clown started to poke his underarms again, as if honking a horn.
“Hahahahahahahahahaha…”
“Stop giggling so much. Mommy’s trying to drive.” Jenni joked with him, playfully tickling his tummy between pokes under his arms.
“Wow, he’s really ticklish.” Celia giggled out of pure amusement as she stroked up and down his sides.
“Well, ticklish boys have to be tickled.” Jenni said before going into another song. “Hurry scurry little mouse, starts down at your toes…” She gently piggied two of his toes. “Hurry scurry little mouse, past your knees she goes…” Lightly goosing his knees. “Hurry scurry little mouse, past where your tummy is…” Scribbling softly on his belly. “Hurry scurry little mouse, to give you a mousy kiss!” She leaned forwards and blew another raspberry.
“Hahahahahahahahaha hehehehehehehe hahahahahahahahahahahaha…”
“Baby bye, there’s a fly. We should watch her, you and I…” She immediately started a new tickle song. “Here she goes, on your toes…”She stroked his toes with her palms. “And right on up, here she goes! Jenni ran her fingertips up his legs, over his balls and cock, past his tummy, and right up to his neck. The ordeal left him giggling giddily. And Celia had noticed that when Jenni touched his privates, it seemed to tickle him just as much as when she then touched his belly. She experimentally reached down to tickle his balls and he squirmed and chuckled in response.
“I want to try one.” Celia said. Jenni sat back to watch as Celia started to sing. “Criss cross applesauce…” She drew a little X on his scrotum, making him giggle again. “Big squeeze, cool breeze…”She hugged him tight and blew on his neck. “Now you’ve got the shivers!” She lightly tickled him all over, anywhere she could reach for about 30 seconds. Jenni just watched, snickering happily as the two lovers had so much fun together. This was what Jenni lived for. And of course, she couldn’t help but notice that Peter stayed rock hard through the entire ordeal. He was really enjoying the playtime and the attention. Jenni lightly tickled between his bottom and the backs of his thighs with a crab pinch motion and he laughed even harder. She loved watching his erection bob about as she tickled his bottom.
“Well, I think that my work is almost done here.” The clown announced.
“What do you mean by almost?” Celia asked.
“I mean, I think that we’ve gotten to the bottom of Peter’s problems. We know now for sure what he likes. He has admitted to it, and he seems pretty okay with being played with. Now, in the future, you know exactly how to get him excited and aroused. There isn’t really much left to do.”
“Well…” Celia started to say something.
“What? What is it?” Jenni asked.
“I mean I have some requests myself.”
“Okay.” Jenni smiled, curious.
“I mean it’s no big deal but I’m bi.”
“Me too.” Jenni nodded.
“Well, I liked when you were tickling my boobs earlier and I would love to watch you make him cum with your breasts while I tickle him.” Celia, unlike Peter, had absolutely no problem fessing up to her innermost desires.
“Oh, I don’t know about that.” Jenni said. “I mean, I don’t know if Peter would want to have his penis between my boobs…” She looked down at him and saw a wounded animal look on his face that made her laugh. “Oh, okay. Why not?” Jenni took his penis in her hand. He had been so aroused that there was some precum running down his shaft. Good, Jenni thought. She added just a little saliva to his shaft and placed it between her breasts, hugging him with them. His pleasured moan was music to her ears.
“Now for one last game.” Celia whispered into his ear from underneath him. “You better not cum before my fingers get to your hips.” She traced lightly under his arms. “My fingers are gonna travel slowly downwards. But if you cum before I get to the hips… I will tickle the shit out of you all night… even once Jenni leaves.”
“Sounds like a tough game to beat.” Jenni glared at him seductively. Jenni had given more than her share of boob jobs in her time and knew how close he already was.
Peter tried to keep a straight face and accept the challenge head on. But when he felt Celia’s fingertips under his arms, he broke into giggles again.
“And there he goes, right back to Happy Land.” Jenni smiled as she lovingly cradled him between her huge breasts. Both women knew that the combination of tickling, sexual stimulation, and tickle talk would make him lose the bet. “Tickle tickle, Pete.” The clown taunted.
“Coochie coochie coo down to your ribbies…” Celia whispered in his ear. “You’re gonna lose…”
Peter just looked over to Jenni, who simply nodded yes.
“You are.” The clown agreed as she held her breasts around him and hummed a teasing sing song. The confidence in her voice pushed him even further. “No guy as hard as you are can stand a visit from my girls.” She told him. “They’re just too soft and warm and pillowy and…”
“UGH!” The grunt that came from Peter when he came was music to the ladies’ ears. They had won, and it was a victory that they would always share. But Jenni had truly enjoyed it the most. And when she saw the clock on the microwave from across the room, she had to stifle a laugh.
She had truly been paid for the hour…
She walked in the door to the building. Celia had promised to buzz her in. Jenni re-read through the email that Celia had sent her. As a clown, Jenni was used to entertaining at children’s parties more than anything else. And as a psychologist, she rarely saw patients outside of her own home. But Celia had seemed so desperate, and in Jenni’s phone conversations with her had indicated, in need of much help with her boyfriend. Though Jenni had never met Celia face to face, the girl did seem to know Jenni by her reputation. Not as a doctor or party clown, but as a tickling enthusiast. Celia’s last message listed their apartment number as C-18. When Jenni found the correct door on the third floor, she knocked lightly and waited.
It only took about three seconds for Celia to answer the door. Jenni found herself looking upon a very tanned, short woman with almost platinum blonde hair and a stacked figure.
“Jenni! Thank you so much for coming. Peter’s in the other room.” Celia said quietly.
“Ummm… why are you whispering?” Jenni asked as Celia rushed her inside and shut the door behind her.
“Well, here’s the thing: I haven’t really told him about this.” Celia admitted.
“What?”
“He’s just been so against any kind of outside… assistance. I thought it best to treat this kind of like an intervention. You know, like not really give him a choice.”
“Look, Celia, this isn’t exactly ideal.” Jenni said. “It can be very tricky to get someone to accept help if they don’t want it in the first place.”
“I know. I know. I just didn’t know how else to-”
“Who was at the door, hon? Did you order pizza or something?” Peter could be heard as he walked in the room. He wasn’t the worst looking guy in the world. Brown haired combed over and a sharp pair of glasses combined with his tucked in flannel shirt and blue jeans gave him quite the boy next door appearance. “What the Hell is this?” He at once looked both confused and frustrated. Jenni could already sense how on edge he was. This was gonna be work.
“Sweetie, I really think that we should…”
“It’s okay, Celia.” Jenni calmed the blonde, placing a hand on her shoulder and motioning for her to sit on the couch. “Peter, my name’s Jenni. Now, I’m just as taken aback at this situation as you are. I was under the impression that both of you were seeking me out. But, let’s get that out of the way right now. All three of us are here, and I have never failed anyone who has asked for my help so why don’t you join your girl on the couch?”
“This is so stupid.” Peter shook his head, dismissively. “I’m gonna go out for a bit.” He moved towards the door but Jenni beat him to it, blocking it as her chest jiggled from the brief run.
“Gotta tell ya, you don’t look like the kind of guy who would hit a girl.” Jenni said. “And you’re not going anywhere. Sit down. Please.”
Peter took a second, as if trying to figure out a way out of the apartment, but he soon sighed heavily and walked over to the couch, sitting next to Celia. Once Jenni was satisfied that he wasn’t going to try to cut and run, She turned to walk over to a recliner that was partially facing the TV and partially facing the couch, making herself comfortable.
“Why are you dressed like a clown?” Peter asked.
“There are a few reasons.” Jenni replied. “But in situations such as this, there’s always a little comfort in someone not being able to identify you. No offense, but if I had come to the door and you two had turned out to be criminals or something well, anonymity counts for something. Other than that… it’s just kinda my thing. I like to make people happy. To make them laugh. So, it fits. But let’s not talk about me. Let’s talk about you two.”
“Yes.” Celia nodded in agreement. “And thanks again for coming, Jenni.”
“So, what are we dealing with here?’ Jenni asked. “I will admit that couples therapy is something I have only had so much experience with. So is it stress? Financial problems? Post Covid drama?”
“Well, no. In fact for the most part, everything is fine.” Celia said. “It’s just that there are some issues in the bedroom.”
“Celia? Really?” Peter was clearly not okay with talking about that sort of thing with a stranger.
“Peter, relax.” Jenni said calmly. “You know, the make-up helps my anonymity. But it also helps you. You don’t have to talk to me as another woman. You can talk to me as someone who will never judge you. Someone that you will probably never even see once we are finished. Have you ever spoken with someone in a chat room or who lived several states away? It’s easy to divulge secrets to someone who you don’t have any lasting ties to. What problems are you two having in the bedroom?”
“We don’t have any problems in the bedroom.” Peter insisted, turning to Celia. “I mean really… We do it what? Four times a week? That’s pretty good for two people who have been together for three years, right?”
“Celia, that doesn’t seem too bad to be honest.” Jenni said.
“It’s not that it doesn’t happen.” Celia tried to explain. “It’s that he’s just not really forthcoming about what he wants or is into.”
“Like what?” Peter asked just a little too loudly.
“Like whatever I’m seeing clips4sale purchases for on your debit card.” Celia called him out and he instantly went red.
“I see.” Jenni looked away for just a moment. Things had escalated quickly. “Anything that you want to talk about, Peter?”
“No.” He said adamantly. “This is all ridiculous. So I watch porn. Is there something wrong with that?”
“No. Not really.” Jenni said. But there is nothing wrong with Celia being curious about what exactly you are peeping at. I mean, if you can’t tell your partner what you are into, then…” Jenni remembered that Celia had mentioned in their earlier conversations that she was fully aware of Jenni’s skills as far as tickling was concerned. Perhaps this was why. In Jenni’s experience, there weren’t too many better ways to get someone to admit to something. “Okay then…” Jenni got up and sat on the couch next to Peter, putting him squarely between the two women. “Ya know, Pete… is it okay if I call you Pete? You’re taking all of this pretty seriously. It doesn’t have to be difficult.” Jenni reached out and popped open a couple of buttons on Peter’s shirt. At first he looked very awkward, as if he wasn’t sure how to react. But when she slipped a few fingers inside his shirt, he looked really uncomfortable. She started to stroke along the top of his belly and he flinched a few times. “Looks like you’re a little ticklish there, Pete.”
To Celia’s slight surprise but not to Jenni’s, Peter wasn’t even fighting Jenni or trying to get away from her. He put his arms up over the couch and trembled, chuckling quietly. Jenni nodded to Celia and guided the blonde’s glance down to Peter’s lap. He was beginning to stiffen in his jeans just from the soft tickling of his belly. Celia only nodded back at Jenni.
“I had a feeling.” Celia said. “He almost never lets me tickle him. I think he’s ashamed of it.”
“Is that true, Pete?” Jenni asked, finding a soft spot on the right side of his bellybutton. “Are you ashamed to admit that you like being tickled?”
“It’s just not a v-very hahaha… manly thing…”
“Oh, who cares?” Jenni waved a dismissive hand. “You can be manly in the bedroom sometimes and submissive other times. It’s really not a big deal. And I seriously doubt if Celia disagrees.”
“Hey, no complaints here.” Celia said. “He’s hung like a horse. Frankly I am just interested in knowing how to get him hard.”
“Well, a little tickle tickle on his tummy wummy seems to do the trick.” Jenni’s casual baby talk elicited a pleasured gasp from the young man, making Jenni grin. “And he likes baby talk, too.”
“N-no I don’t.” He argued. Neither woman believed him.
“Please just be honest, baby.” Celia pleaded.
“I’ve got an idea.” Jenni pulled her hand out of his shirt. “This is going to seem a bit wacky but just trust me. First, I want you both to strip.
“Excuse me?” Peter went right back to feeling anxious and stubborn.
“Remember what I said.” Jenni rubbed his chest comfortingly. “Nothing that happens here will leave this apartment. This is for your own good. Both of you. Here… maybe this will help.” Jenni unzipped the front of her costume down to her waist, freeing her massive bosom. “See, now I’m a little revealed myself. There is nothing to be ashamed of. Now strip, both of you.” She insisted.
There was a little more hesitance, but soon, Peter and Celia exchanged a look, understanding that this needed to be done. They both started to undress each other. First, shirts came off. This was followed by jeans and leggings hitting the carpeted floor. And while neither of them had been wearing shoes to begin with, the socks and underwear were the last to come off.
“There we are.” Jenni looked at both of them, trying not to leer, but also secretly drinking in both her curves and his impressive size, even though he was only rocking a semi at the moment. “Now, Peter, I want you to stay where you are. At least for now.”
“What about me?” Celia asked.
“I want you down here on the carpet.” Jenni said. Celia was a little unsure, but she was ready to trust Jenni. She did as she was told and laid down on the carpet on her back. She was happy that she had vacuumed earlier. Jenni then got down on top of her, steadily straddling her thighs and pinning her hands underneath her knees. “I am thinking that is we give Pete a bit of a show, he might be more open to discussing these issues with us.” Jenni said before looking down at Celia. “So where are you ticklish, Hon?”
Celia didn’t answer. She knew what kind of a situation that she was in and how vulnerable she was.
“It’s okay to not want to tell me.” Jenni said. “That’s a pretty natural response to being asked that question.” Jenni began to playfully stroke Celia’s ribs near her breasts.
“Hehehehehehehe okay that tickles…”
“Of course, it does. Tickle tickle tickle… Hey, how about this one?” Jenni brought her index and middle finger to Celia’s belly and started to march them on a circle around her navel. “Round and round the garden went the teddy bear…” Jenni affectionately sang to the giggly blonde. “One step, two step, tickle her under there!” Jenni ran a finger straight up her side and under her arm, bringing a squeal out of the pinned beauty.
Jenni looked over to see that Peter was once again at full erection watching them.
“Do you like that, Pete? Hm? Watching me tickle her and treat her like she’s a little girl?” Jenni asked. “What if I tickled you? What if I treated you like you were just a little boy? Hm? What if I sing to you and play tickle games with you like you’re just my little baby? I bet you’ve got some VERY special tickle spots.” Jenni reveled in making his face red as she tickled Celia’s tummy. “Just tell me that you want to be tickled and we can go from there.”
Peter didn’t reply. As Jenni had feared, he was still embarrassed. It was going to take a little more work. Not that Jenni minded. She looked back down to Celia.
“The itsy bitsy spider crawled up the water spout…” Jenni teased, creeping her fingertips up Celia’s tummy to her breasts, softly tickling her nipples. The blonde just giggled at Jenni’s tickles. “Down came the rain and washed the spider out…” The fingers glided down quickly. Another squeal. “Up came the sun and dried up all the rain and the itsy bitsy spider went up the spout again.” Jenni tickled Celia’s nipples again until they were nice and stiff. When she looked back over to Peter, he looked like it was taking every bit of his willpower to not just start masturbating right in front of them.
“Okay… okay…” Peter stammered. “I love it, alright. I love the tickling. The playfulness. Being made to feel like a kid again. I don’t know why…”
“You don’t have to know why.” Jenni told him. “You just have to admit it. And now you have.” Jenni looked back down at Celia with a sparkle in her eye. “Hey, see that poor little boy on the couch?” Jenni didn’t have to wink for Celia to get the memo.
“Oh yeah… he looks so lonely.” Celia played along.
“I think he just needs a couple of friends.” Jenni said, getting up and helping Celia off of the carpet. “And a good laugh.”
“I remember reading somewhere that most little boys are awfully ticklish.” Celia said. She moved over to the couch and leaned back against the armrest, motioning for him to lay back against her. He did as she wanted and Jenni slithered over between his legs. Celia slinked her arms around him, under his, so that her fingers could lightly play at his tummy, near where Jenni had tickled earlier.
“Hehehehehe…”
“Hey, did you know that in addition to being ticklish, most little boys are like a whole orchestra of instruments?” Jenni asked.
“Oh?” Celia asked curiously.
“Yep yep. Here’s the piano.” Jenni’s fingertips lightly patted up and down his sides.
“Hahahahahahahahahahahaha…”
“And the tuba.” The clown leaned down and blew a loud raspberry just under Peter’s bellybutton. He erupted into frantic laughter. Knowing now that raspberries were working, she continued her game. “Here’s the trumpet…” She blew much softer raspberries now, this time on the sides of his neck. Celia held him in place as he tried to wriggle away from Jenni’s lips. “And then there’s my favorite… the bagpipes.” Jenni continued to blow on his neck as she poked a finger and wiggled in each underarm.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Peter lost it, laughing heartily as Jenni tickled him to bits.
“Why don’t we go for a drive, Pete?” Jenni began to pantomime stroking his chest as if there were a steering wheel there, gently touching just enough to make him chuckle a bit. “My these people are driving slowly! Better use the horns.” The clown started to poke his underarms again, as if honking a horn.
“Hahahahahahahahahaha…”
“Stop giggling so much. Mommy’s trying to drive.” Jenni joked with him, playfully tickling his tummy between pokes under his arms.
“Wow, he’s really ticklish.” Celia giggled out of pure amusement as she stroked up and down his sides.
“Well, ticklish boys have to be tickled.” Jenni said before going into another song. “Hurry scurry little mouse, starts down at your toes…” She gently piggied two of his toes. “Hurry scurry little mouse, past your knees she goes…” Lightly goosing his knees. “Hurry scurry little mouse, past where your tummy is…” Scribbling softly on his belly. “Hurry scurry little mouse, to give you a mousy kiss!” She leaned forwards and blew another raspberry.
“Hahahahahahahahaha hehehehehehehe hahahahahahahahahahahaha…”
“Baby bye, there’s a fly. We should watch her, you and I…” She immediately started a new tickle song. “Here she goes, on your toes…”She stroked his toes with her palms. “And right on up, here she goes! Jenni ran her fingertips up his legs, over his balls and cock, past his tummy, and right up to his neck. The ordeal left him giggling giddily. And Celia had noticed that when Jenni touched his privates, it seemed to tickle him just as much as when she then touched his belly. She experimentally reached down to tickle his balls and he squirmed and chuckled in response.
“I want to try one.” Celia said. Jenni sat back to watch as Celia started to sing. “Criss cross applesauce…” She drew a little X on his scrotum, making him giggle again. “Big squeeze, cool breeze…”She hugged him tight and blew on his neck. “Now you’ve got the shivers!” She lightly tickled him all over, anywhere she could reach for about 30 seconds. Jenni just watched, snickering happily as the two lovers had so much fun together. This was what Jenni lived for. And of course, she couldn’t help but notice that Peter stayed rock hard through the entire ordeal. He was really enjoying the playtime and the attention. Jenni lightly tickled between his bottom and the backs of his thighs with a crab pinch motion and he laughed even harder. She loved watching his erection bob about as she tickled his bottom.
“Well, I think that my work is almost done here.” The clown announced.
“What do you mean by almost?” Celia asked.
“I mean, I think that we’ve gotten to the bottom of Peter’s problems. We know now for sure what he likes. He has admitted to it, and he seems pretty okay with being played with. Now, in the future, you know exactly how to get him excited and aroused. There isn’t really much left to do.”
“Well…” Celia started to say something.
“What? What is it?” Jenni asked.
“I mean I have some requests myself.”
“Okay.” Jenni smiled, curious.
“I mean it’s no big deal but I’m bi.”
“Me too.” Jenni nodded.
“Well, I liked when you were tickling my boobs earlier and I would love to watch you make him cum with your breasts while I tickle him.” Celia, unlike Peter, had absolutely no problem fessing up to her innermost desires.
“Oh, I don’t know about that.” Jenni said. “I mean, I don’t know if Peter would want to have his penis between my boobs…” She looked down at him and saw a wounded animal look on his face that made her laugh. “Oh, okay. Why not?” Jenni took his penis in her hand. He had been so aroused that there was some precum running down his shaft. Good, Jenni thought. She added just a little saliva to his shaft and placed it between her breasts, hugging him with them. His pleasured moan was music to her ears.
“Now for one last game.” Celia whispered into his ear from underneath him. “You better not cum before my fingers get to your hips.” She traced lightly under his arms. “My fingers are gonna travel slowly downwards. But if you cum before I get to the hips… I will tickle the shit out of you all night… even once Jenni leaves.”
“Sounds like a tough game to beat.” Jenni glared at him seductively. Jenni had given more than her share of boob jobs in her time and knew how close he already was.
Peter tried to keep a straight face and accept the challenge head on. But when he felt Celia’s fingertips under his arms, he broke into giggles again.
“And there he goes, right back to Happy Land.” Jenni smiled as she lovingly cradled him between her huge breasts. Both women knew that the combination of tickling, sexual stimulation, and tickle talk would make him lose the bet. “Tickle tickle, Pete.” The clown taunted.
“Coochie coochie coo down to your ribbies…” Celia whispered in his ear. “You’re gonna lose…”
Peter just looked over to Jenni, who simply nodded yes.
“You are.” The clown agreed as she held her breasts around him and hummed a teasing sing song. The confidence in her voice pushed him even further. “No guy as hard as you are can stand a visit from my girls.” She told him. “They’re just too soft and warm and pillowy and…”
“UGH!” The grunt that came from Peter when he came was music to the ladies’ ears. They had won, and it was a victory that they would always share. But Jenni had truly enjoyed it the most. And when she saw the clock on the microwave from across the room, she had to stifle a laugh.
She had truly been paid for the hour…
This is a fine series. 
