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Daryl was loved his wife Diane very much. She was a wonderful person, and truly gorgeous.
Of course, the first thing one noticed about her was her appearance. She had a face a lot like a young Lynda Carter, but with long “dirty” blond hair. Diane was 28 years old, but still possessed a very fit and voluptuous body. Almost 6’ tall, her measurements were 34-22-33. Her breasts were very large and round, however, and her thin frame made her all-natural double-E cup bosom stand out all the more. Her legs were unusually long, with a 36” inseam. She had modeled swimsuits in the past, and had been an extremely popular San Diego Chargers cheerleader for a couple of years. Now, she was a publicity manager for a law firm, a perfect role for a person with great looks and personality.
Once someone got to know her, it was impossible not to like her, much less not be attracted to her. She was nice, kind to animals, an excellent dancer, a good athlete had a good sense of humor and was very down-to-earth despite her shocking beauty. It was these qualities Daryl fell in love with. Her face and body were icing on the cake.
Well, men typically liked her. Women typically resented her. And the “knock” against her, the one thing anybody could hold against her, the thing that most other women got her for was her intelligence. Diane was not a bright person. Not even average. Simple math flummoxed her. She did not like to read anything more complicated than Cosmopolitan. Evening news, never, not when “Friends” was on tv. Complicated jokes went way over her head. On the bright side, she knew she was not an intelligent person, so she never faked it or spewed nonsense, the way so many stupid people do.
Most of the time, Daryl did not mind that Diane was not very smart. Everything else about her was so great. To an extent, he even liked that other people found her so attractive: it boosted his self-esteem.
Tara and Jenny started at Diane as she walked into the apartment. “God, does she always have to dress like that?”, Tara whispered. Jenny shook her head. “She probably doesn’t know how to read the sizes on the clothing tags!” she chuckled. Their respective husbands, Mark and Jim, did their best not to ogle Diane, but it was very hard not to stare at the captivating, busty and vibrant woman. Even if she had not been drop-dead gorgeous, her long, flowing blonde hair and constantly jiggling bosom attracted attention. Tara, Jenny and their husbands had known Daryl and Diane for years and by now they were just a little sick of all the attention Diane received.
A fair criticism: Diane did have a penchant for dressing in a way to attract attention, though she was not smart enough to know it. Tonight, she wore very tight blue jeans, black high-heeled boots (resetting her height to 6’3”!) and a very tight ¾ length-sleeve blue t-shirt that revealed just a little of her midriff. Her clothing choice certainly accentuated her curvaceous figure.
As the 6 mingled and shared drinks, Diane was easily a focus point of attention. Every move, every laugh, every step resulted in some jiggling of her honeydew melon-sized bosom. In fact, it seemed like her breasts never stopped quivering. At one point, she stretched backwards, giving her a profile that could paralyze traffic. Jenny and Tara realized that whatever Diane did or said, their husbands were captivated by her and there was nothing they could do about it.
Tonight, however, was different. The group played a parlor game that involved each team member acting out a phrase on a card. Their team members would have to guess what the phrase was within a given amount of time. Diane, Daryl and Jim were on one team, against Mark, Tara and Jenny.
Diane acted everything out as best she could. Daryl could not believe that virtually everything she did was wrong! It was 100% impossible to guess anything Diane tried to display. On the other hand, she did it with such energy and enthusiasm that her bosom jiggled wildly with each display. Both Jenny and Tara noticed that their husbands were practically dry-mouthed at the sight of her in motion.
They were all a little south of sober, when the card gave an interesting instruction. It was Mark’s turn to act out the situation on the card. He looked puzzled for a second, then shrugged his shoulders and poked his wife Jenny in her slightly plump left side. Jenny was surprised, and let out a little yelp and laughed, perhaps more in embarrassment than ticklishness.
“OH! Ha ha ha! I guess the answer is ‘tickle!’”.
“Right you are! Lucky for us I know your ticklish spot!”, Mark joked. Tara chuckled a bit and Jenny covered her sides.
“I’m ticklish in that one spot. I’m not really ticklish anywhere else. Mark sure is though!” Jenny reached over and rubbed Mark’s ribs. Mark looked like he tried to hold it in for a split-second, but he couldn’t do it. “OH Jenny! MMM! Ha ha ha ha ha! Okay, okay, you win! God, it isn’t fair. I’m so much more ticklish than you are, except that one spot…” and he gave her side another poke. This time, knowing it was coming, Jenny didn’t react although it did tickle her a little.
“Hmm. See, Mark, I can take it! Actually, I used to be deathly ticklish in my sides when I was a kid, but it kind of went away over the years. It isn’t that bad now”
Tara looked quite pleased with herself. She sat up straight and said “I’m actually not ticklish at all, I wasn’t even as a kid. My older brother was, though. He practically died if you touched him. Now, Jim there…I can make Jim go crazy if I get him! Cootchie coo!” Tara wiggled her fingers in Jim’s direction, obviously making him nervous even across the room. “Men are so ticklish!”, Tara giggled and teased.
“Quit it Tara!”, he said, obviously uncomfortable. In the spirit of fun, he goosed Daryl in his ribs.
Daryl responded. “I guess I’m lucky. I’m only ticklish on my feet”.
Mark looked towards Diane and Daryl. “What about you, Diane,” he asked a bit nervously.
Diane just looked blankly at him, beautiful face agape and smiling. She was leaning over, bending at the waist as she sat on the couch. She stared at Mark, clearly trying to formulate some thought. In contrast, Mark stared at her dangling, bulging bosom, wondering what it would be like to squeeze her. He had just a glimpse of her cleavage – she looked perfect. Each plump breast extended past her armpits. He especially wondered what it would be like to tickle her, if she happened to be ticklish.
What Diane pondered was how to get out of a “ticklish” situation. Should I lie, she thought to herself? Or should I just tell them I’m ticklish and hope they don’t tickle me? Indeed, Diane hated nothing more in life more than being tickled and would do anything to avoid it. She was extremely embarrassed about her ticklishness. Not only was she dreadfully ticklish, she was sensitive over almost every inch of her fascinating, gorgeous body.
Daryl was a bit frustrated with Diane, largely over her inability to play the parlor game well. He certainly knew that she absolutely hated being tickled. It made her very angry, but she was so extremely ticklish that she could not help but smile and laugh when tickled. From Diane’s perspective, her extreme ticklishness was a terrible weakness and she hated the loss of control. From Daryl’s perspective, his beautiful wife smiling and laughing uncontrollably, body shaking and breasts jiggling was as sexy as anything could be.
“What do you mean”, Diane finally asked Mark.
Mark stared at her. His heart raced. “I mean…are you ticklish anywhere, anywhere at all, even a little?” He was a bit confused, as he felt his first question was clear.
Diane just stared at him. Tara and Jenny rolled their eyes. “She probably isn’t ticklish at all”, Jenny said to Mark. “Figures”, said Tara.
Daryl chimed in. “Actually….Diane is extremely, extremely ticklish everywhere!”, he said tauntingly. And to make his point, he wiggled his fingers against the side of her lower back, the “love handle’ area, where her shirt hiked above her waist. Diane looked shocked as she shrieked with laughter. She sat quite upright immediately, almost jumping off the couch.. Her soccer-ball sized breasts flew upwards and vibrated with each burst of laughter. They almost burst out of her shirt.
“OH HEE HEE HEE HEE! OH HEE HEE HEE HEE!”
Mark was excited. Tara and Jenny were shocked that such a perfect-looking person would react so wildly.
Diane’s face turned a beautiful shade of red from embarrassment. “Daryl, don’t do that! I’m not that ticklish everybody!”. What a blatant lie, he thought.
“Oh, well, if that didn’t tickle, what about here!”. Using both hands, Daryl squeezed Diane’s knee and quadriceps through her practically painted-on jeans. Diane bent forward and grasped at his hands with hers. Her breasts grazed her own thighs as her face exploded into a wide smile and her eyes opened as wide as could be. She shrieked with laughter, a wild, out-of-control, high-pitched and gasping style of laughter.
“NO! OH HEE HEE HEE HEE! OH HEE HEE HEE HEE! OH HEE HEE HEE!”
The other guests started to chuckle at Diane’s predicament. Jenny and Tara were quite happy: they finally saw a flaw, an area where their bodies were better than Diane’s..
“God, you really are ticklish Diane!”, Mark exclaimed.
Diane looked squarely at Daryl with great rage apparent on her face. The second he quit tickling her, the smile went away. “Daryl, stop it! I don’t…OH! HEE HEE HEE HEE!”.
Daryl interrupted her with a quick poke to her right side. Diane jumped like she’d been shocked. Every time she jerked, her hair flung wildly and her breasts bounced with great energy. “What about here, Diane?”
“Daryl, stop! I’m serious! Not in public OH! HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE!”
“Oh, Diane, does that tickle?”
Daryl faked like he was going to squeeze her knee. When Diane jerked, he placed a finger on the side of her right breast, just near the armpit. The sides of Diane’s breasts were terribly ticklish, a trait that had amused many previous boyfriends yet tormented her. A single stroke could bring her to hysterics. And they were such large and attractive targets.. Diane had read the newspapers, about an extremely large-breasted woman whose breasts were so ticklish she could be forced to orgasm. At least Diane didn’t think that could happen to her.
Again, her face went from a very angry expression to a gorgeous, smiling, laughing one the second she was tickled. The other women laughed at Diane, while the men were staring at her jiggling and contorting parts with lust.
“AAIIIEE! OH HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE! OH HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE!”
Daryl didn’t even wiggle his finger. The mere touch sent Diane into fits. She jerked backwards, this time partially reclining on the couch. She moved so violently that her very round, full breasts trembled in every direction. And just as before, the second Daryl’s finger was removed, her countenance changed from explosive smiling to pure rage.
She shouted at her husband. “DAMN IT! DON’T TICKLE ME! I HATE IT!”
Jenny laughed at Diane. “Maybe we should keep tickling her! Where else is she ticklish?”
Daryl was thrilled. “Well, her belly is sensitive…” He reached over to grab her narrow, firm abdominal muscles. Diane shrieked even before he made contact. “DARYL NO! OH HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE! OH HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE!” Diane grabbed his arms with hers, but could not prevent the tickling. While Diane jerked and flailed, her long legs and arms flying everywhere, body flopping to avoid the tickling, Daryl crawled across her legs, pinning her in place.
Jenny looked at her husband Mark. His erection was about to blow through his pants, and Jenny smacked him on the shoulder.
“You like that, do you?” she whispered to him.
Daryl asked the party-goers, “have you ever known anyone so ticklish?”
Diane might have been one of the most ticklish people on the planet. She’d inherited her mother’s striking beauty, but inherited her sensitivity more from her father. Her mother had ticklish knees, but her father was cripplingly ticklish, like Diane, everywhere. Her mother could bring him to tears in seconds just by stroking his belly. Diane remembered once at the beach having buried her father in sand in play, when her mother dug holes to his feet and tickled him mercilessly. She remembered how loudly he screamed and how he seemed to suffer so badly. Diane always knew she could be tortured just as easily, and often was.
Diane usually worked very hard to make sure nobody found out how ticklish she was. In fact, the reason she’d quit the Charger’s cheerleading team was some of the other women discovered her weakness and told her they would tickle her to death unless she resigned, and had actually tickled her until she lost bladder control.
Daryl was having a great time. He went from massaging her belly to tweaking her sides. Diane could not stop laughing but was clearly in great distress.
“Tickle tickle tickle Diane! Cootchie coo!” Daryl derived great pleasure from sending his wife into fits of ticklish anguish. Her face was beet-red, while her mouth was wide open in a kind of tortured smile. Diane tossed her head back and forth. She tried very hard to stop laughing, but could not do it. Tears streamed from her eyes, while her body involuntarily bucked up and down.
“OH HEE HEE HEE HEE! OH HEE HEE HEE HEE! OH HEE HEE HEE HEE! NO!”
Daryl stopped tickling her for a second. Long enough for Diane to start beating his chest.
“STOP IT DARYL! LET ME UP! QUIT IT! QUIT IT! AIIIEEEEE!” Diane screamed when he poked the sides of both her breasts. It sent such a tickling shock to her body that she almost peed right there.
Jim and Mark had to get in on it. “Hey, Daryl, are her feet ticklish?”
Daryl just gave them a “thumbs-up”. “Yes they are! The skin on her feet is unusually thin! Try it for yourself!”
Diane started screaming and twisting very hard to try and get away. Her feet were insanely sensitive. Diane remembered once in college, when a boyfriend discovered her ticklish feet. He held onto her feet and stroked and stroked. She wet her pants within seconds of having her feet tickled back then. She was petrified of having her feet touched and it showed.
“YOU BASTARD STOP! NO NO NO NO PLEASE! PLEEEASE DON’T!! NO!” Diane screamed with a mix of hate, anger and fear. While the two other men tried to get her feet, Daryl poked Diane’s belly, ribs or hips periodically. It was the strangest sight. She would go from vicious anger to uncontrolled laughter and back with the mere touch of a finger.
She worked hard, but eventually Jim and Mark removed her boots and socks. Tara and Jenny just laughed, enjoying Diane’s torment. “Serves her right, big-titted tease”, Tara whispered to Jenny. “I can’t believe she’s this ticklish”, Jenny replied. Jenny got up and gently tweaked the side of Diane’s left breast, forcing more embarrassed laughter out of the stunning, ticklish beauty.
Daryl did not lie. The skin on the soles of Diane’s feet was very thin. One could see many of the veins running through her arches. Surely her thin skin contributed to the agonizing sensitivity. The second the two men went for her soles, Daryl also went back to tweaking her delicate sides. Diane’s eyes poured tears and she laughed so hard it hurt.
“OH HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE! OH HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE! OH HEE HEE HEE!”
Diane flailed and flopped. Her tremendously heavy and sensitive bosom rocked madly. The collective strain against her bra and skin-tight shirt took hold. Her brastraps ruptured, giving her breasts even greater room to roam. Her shirt hiked well above her belly, fully revealing her tanned, defined abdominal muscles. Muscles that contracted very hard as she screamed, jerked and laughed. Muscles that also were receiving a very ticklish massage.
Both her feet were being tickled. Daryl kept tweaking her tender sides. Tara and Jenny were so sick of watching Diane inadvertently flaunt her breasts, they took the opportunity to graze the sides of her bosom with their fingernails.
“OH HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE! OH HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE! OH!”
“She can’t stop laughing!”
“Her feet are killing her!”
“No, her sides are the worst!”
“Her boobs are ticklish, isn’t that funny!”
“Can you even breathe?”
“Diane just peed!”
Diane’s laughter went from hectic and tortured and a high, steady scream. She’d never been tickled this long in her life. Diane did not know this before tonight, nor did Daryl, but she was one of the few women capable of having an orgasm through tickling. Once her orgasm started and ended, so did the tickling.
Diane ran to the bathroom. She could hardly stand to have her feet touch the carpet, they’d been so highly sensitized. Her stomach hurt from laughing, her lungs ached from screaming and her breasts were sore from the uncontrolled bouncing.
Both Daryl and Diane discovered something about Diane that night. Whether it was a blessing or curse has yet to be known.
Daryl was loved his wife Diane very much. She was a wonderful person, and truly gorgeous.
Of course, the first thing one noticed about her was her appearance. She had a face a lot like a young Lynda Carter, but with long “dirty” blond hair. Diane was 28 years old, but still possessed a very fit and voluptuous body. Almost 6’ tall, her measurements were 34-22-33. Her breasts were very large and round, however, and her thin frame made her all-natural double-E cup bosom stand out all the more. Her legs were unusually long, with a 36” inseam. She had modeled swimsuits in the past, and had been an extremely popular San Diego Chargers cheerleader for a couple of years. Now, she was a publicity manager for a law firm, a perfect role for a person with great looks and personality.
Once someone got to know her, it was impossible not to like her, much less not be attracted to her. She was nice, kind to animals, an excellent dancer, a good athlete had a good sense of humor and was very down-to-earth despite her shocking beauty. It was these qualities Daryl fell in love with. Her face and body were icing on the cake.
Well, men typically liked her. Women typically resented her. And the “knock” against her, the one thing anybody could hold against her, the thing that most other women got her for was her intelligence. Diane was not a bright person. Not even average. Simple math flummoxed her. She did not like to read anything more complicated than Cosmopolitan. Evening news, never, not when “Friends” was on tv. Complicated jokes went way over her head. On the bright side, she knew she was not an intelligent person, so she never faked it or spewed nonsense, the way so many stupid people do.
Most of the time, Daryl did not mind that Diane was not very smart. Everything else about her was so great. To an extent, he even liked that other people found her so attractive: it boosted his self-esteem.
Tara and Jenny started at Diane as she walked into the apartment. “God, does she always have to dress like that?”, Tara whispered. Jenny shook her head. “She probably doesn’t know how to read the sizes on the clothing tags!” she chuckled. Their respective husbands, Mark and Jim, did their best not to ogle Diane, but it was very hard not to stare at the captivating, busty and vibrant woman. Even if she had not been drop-dead gorgeous, her long, flowing blonde hair and constantly jiggling bosom attracted attention. Tara, Jenny and their husbands had known Daryl and Diane for years and by now they were just a little sick of all the attention Diane received.
A fair criticism: Diane did have a penchant for dressing in a way to attract attention, though she was not smart enough to know it. Tonight, she wore very tight blue jeans, black high-heeled boots (resetting her height to 6’3”!) and a very tight ¾ length-sleeve blue t-shirt that revealed just a little of her midriff. Her clothing choice certainly accentuated her curvaceous figure.
As the 6 mingled and shared drinks, Diane was easily a focus point of attention. Every move, every laugh, every step resulted in some jiggling of her honeydew melon-sized bosom. In fact, it seemed like her breasts never stopped quivering. At one point, she stretched backwards, giving her a profile that could paralyze traffic. Jenny and Tara realized that whatever Diane did or said, their husbands were captivated by her and there was nothing they could do about it.
Tonight, however, was different. The group played a parlor game that involved each team member acting out a phrase on a card. Their team members would have to guess what the phrase was within a given amount of time. Diane, Daryl and Jim were on one team, against Mark, Tara and Jenny.
Diane acted everything out as best she could. Daryl could not believe that virtually everything she did was wrong! It was 100% impossible to guess anything Diane tried to display. On the other hand, she did it with such energy and enthusiasm that her bosom jiggled wildly with each display. Both Jenny and Tara noticed that their husbands were practically dry-mouthed at the sight of her in motion.
They were all a little south of sober, when the card gave an interesting instruction. It was Mark’s turn to act out the situation on the card. He looked puzzled for a second, then shrugged his shoulders and poked his wife Jenny in her slightly plump left side. Jenny was surprised, and let out a little yelp and laughed, perhaps more in embarrassment than ticklishness.
“OH! Ha ha ha! I guess the answer is ‘tickle!’”.
“Right you are! Lucky for us I know your ticklish spot!”, Mark joked. Tara chuckled a bit and Jenny covered her sides.
“I’m ticklish in that one spot. I’m not really ticklish anywhere else. Mark sure is though!” Jenny reached over and rubbed Mark’s ribs. Mark looked like he tried to hold it in for a split-second, but he couldn’t do it. “OH Jenny! MMM! Ha ha ha ha ha! Okay, okay, you win! God, it isn’t fair. I’m so much more ticklish than you are, except that one spot…” and he gave her side another poke. This time, knowing it was coming, Jenny didn’t react although it did tickle her a little.
“Hmm. See, Mark, I can take it! Actually, I used to be deathly ticklish in my sides when I was a kid, but it kind of went away over the years. It isn’t that bad now”
Tara looked quite pleased with herself. She sat up straight and said “I’m actually not ticklish at all, I wasn’t even as a kid. My older brother was, though. He practically died if you touched him. Now, Jim there…I can make Jim go crazy if I get him! Cootchie coo!” Tara wiggled her fingers in Jim’s direction, obviously making him nervous even across the room. “Men are so ticklish!”, Tara giggled and teased.
“Quit it Tara!”, he said, obviously uncomfortable. In the spirit of fun, he goosed Daryl in his ribs.
Daryl responded. “I guess I’m lucky. I’m only ticklish on my feet”.
Mark looked towards Diane and Daryl. “What about you, Diane,” he asked a bit nervously.
Diane just looked blankly at him, beautiful face agape and smiling. She was leaning over, bending at the waist as she sat on the couch. She stared at Mark, clearly trying to formulate some thought. In contrast, Mark stared at her dangling, bulging bosom, wondering what it would be like to squeeze her. He had just a glimpse of her cleavage – she looked perfect. Each plump breast extended past her armpits. He especially wondered what it would be like to tickle her, if she happened to be ticklish.
What Diane pondered was how to get out of a “ticklish” situation. Should I lie, she thought to herself? Or should I just tell them I’m ticklish and hope they don’t tickle me? Indeed, Diane hated nothing more in life more than being tickled and would do anything to avoid it. She was extremely embarrassed about her ticklishness. Not only was she dreadfully ticklish, she was sensitive over almost every inch of her fascinating, gorgeous body.
Daryl was a bit frustrated with Diane, largely over her inability to play the parlor game well. He certainly knew that she absolutely hated being tickled. It made her very angry, but she was so extremely ticklish that she could not help but smile and laugh when tickled. From Diane’s perspective, her extreme ticklishness was a terrible weakness and she hated the loss of control. From Daryl’s perspective, his beautiful wife smiling and laughing uncontrollably, body shaking and breasts jiggling was as sexy as anything could be.
“What do you mean”, Diane finally asked Mark.
Mark stared at her. His heart raced. “I mean…are you ticklish anywhere, anywhere at all, even a little?” He was a bit confused, as he felt his first question was clear.
Diane just stared at him. Tara and Jenny rolled their eyes. “She probably isn’t ticklish at all”, Jenny said to Mark. “Figures”, said Tara.
Daryl chimed in. “Actually….Diane is extremely, extremely ticklish everywhere!”, he said tauntingly. And to make his point, he wiggled his fingers against the side of her lower back, the “love handle’ area, where her shirt hiked above her waist. Diane looked shocked as she shrieked with laughter. She sat quite upright immediately, almost jumping off the couch.. Her soccer-ball sized breasts flew upwards and vibrated with each burst of laughter. They almost burst out of her shirt.
“OH HEE HEE HEE HEE! OH HEE HEE HEE HEE!”
Mark was excited. Tara and Jenny were shocked that such a perfect-looking person would react so wildly.
Diane’s face turned a beautiful shade of red from embarrassment. “Daryl, don’t do that! I’m not that ticklish everybody!”. What a blatant lie, he thought.
“Oh, well, if that didn’t tickle, what about here!”. Using both hands, Daryl squeezed Diane’s knee and quadriceps through her practically painted-on jeans. Diane bent forward and grasped at his hands with hers. Her breasts grazed her own thighs as her face exploded into a wide smile and her eyes opened as wide as could be. She shrieked with laughter, a wild, out-of-control, high-pitched and gasping style of laughter.
“NO! OH HEE HEE HEE HEE! OH HEE HEE HEE HEE! OH HEE HEE HEE!”
The other guests started to chuckle at Diane’s predicament. Jenny and Tara were quite happy: they finally saw a flaw, an area where their bodies were better than Diane’s..
“God, you really are ticklish Diane!”, Mark exclaimed.
Diane looked squarely at Daryl with great rage apparent on her face. The second he quit tickling her, the smile went away. “Daryl, stop it! I don’t…OH! HEE HEE HEE HEE!”.
Daryl interrupted her with a quick poke to her right side. Diane jumped like she’d been shocked. Every time she jerked, her hair flung wildly and her breasts bounced with great energy. “What about here, Diane?”
“Daryl, stop! I’m serious! Not in public OH! HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE!”
“Oh, Diane, does that tickle?”
Daryl faked like he was going to squeeze her knee. When Diane jerked, he placed a finger on the side of her right breast, just near the armpit. The sides of Diane’s breasts were terribly ticklish, a trait that had amused many previous boyfriends yet tormented her. A single stroke could bring her to hysterics. And they were such large and attractive targets.. Diane had read the newspapers, about an extremely large-breasted woman whose breasts were so ticklish she could be forced to orgasm. At least Diane didn’t think that could happen to her.
Again, her face went from a very angry expression to a gorgeous, smiling, laughing one the second she was tickled. The other women laughed at Diane, while the men were staring at her jiggling and contorting parts with lust.
“AAIIIEE! OH HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE! OH HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE!”
Daryl didn’t even wiggle his finger. The mere touch sent Diane into fits. She jerked backwards, this time partially reclining on the couch. She moved so violently that her very round, full breasts trembled in every direction. And just as before, the second Daryl’s finger was removed, her countenance changed from explosive smiling to pure rage.
She shouted at her husband. “DAMN IT! DON’T TICKLE ME! I HATE IT!”
Jenny laughed at Diane. “Maybe we should keep tickling her! Where else is she ticklish?”
Daryl was thrilled. “Well, her belly is sensitive…” He reached over to grab her narrow, firm abdominal muscles. Diane shrieked even before he made contact. “DARYL NO! OH HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE! OH HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE!” Diane grabbed his arms with hers, but could not prevent the tickling. While Diane jerked and flailed, her long legs and arms flying everywhere, body flopping to avoid the tickling, Daryl crawled across her legs, pinning her in place.
Jenny looked at her husband Mark. His erection was about to blow through his pants, and Jenny smacked him on the shoulder.
“You like that, do you?” she whispered to him.
Daryl asked the party-goers, “have you ever known anyone so ticklish?”
Diane might have been one of the most ticklish people on the planet. She’d inherited her mother’s striking beauty, but inherited her sensitivity more from her father. Her mother had ticklish knees, but her father was cripplingly ticklish, like Diane, everywhere. Her mother could bring him to tears in seconds just by stroking his belly. Diane remembered once at the beach having buried her father in sand in play, when her mother dug holes to his feet and tickled him mercilessly. She remembered how loudly he screamed and how he seemed to suffer so badly. Diane always knew she could be tortured just as easily, and often was.
Diane usually worked very hard to make sure nobody found out how ticklish she was. In fact, the reason she’d quit the Charger’s cheerleading team was some of the other women discovered her weakness and told her they would tickle her to death unless she resigned, and had actually tickled her until she lost bladder control.
Daryl was having a great time. He went from massaging her belly to tweaking her sides. Diane could not stop laughing but was clearly in great distress.
“Tickle tickle tickle Diane! Cootchie coo!” Daryl derived great pleasure from sending his wife into fits of ticklish anguish. Her face was beet-red, while her mouth was wide open in a kind of tortured smile. Diane tossed her head back and forth. She tried very hard to stop laughing, but could not do it. Tears streamed from her eyes, while her body involuntarily bucked up and down.
“OH HEE HEE HEE HEE! OH HEE HEE HEE HEE! OH HEE HEE HEE HEE! NO!”
Daryl stopped tickling her for a second. Long enough for Diane to start beating his chest.
“STOP IT DARYL! LET ME UP! QUIT IT! QUIT IT! AIIIEEEEE!” Diane screamed when he poked the sides of both her breasts. It sent such a tickling shock to her body that she almost peed right there.
Jim and Mark had to get in on it. “Hey, Daryl, are her feet ticklish?”
Daryl just gave them a “thumbs-up”. “Yes they are! The skin on her feet is unusually thin! Try it for yourself!”
Diane started screaming and twisting very hard to try and get away. Her feet were insanely sensitive. Diane remembered once in college, when a boyfriend discovered her ticklish feet. He held onto her feet and stroked and stroked. She wet her pants within seconds of having her feet tickled back then. She was petrified of having her feet touched and it showed.
“YOU BASTARD STOP! NO NO NO NO PLEASE! PLEEEASE DON’T!! NO!” Diane screamed with a mix of hate, anger and fear. While the two other men tried to get her feet, Daryl poked Diane’s belly, ribs or hips periodically. It was the strangest sight. She would go from vicious anger to uncontrolled laughter and back with the mere touch of a finger.
She worked hard, but eventually Jim and Mark removed her boots and socks. Tara and Jenny just laughed, enjoying Diane’s torment. “Serves her right, big-titted tease”, Tara whispered to Jenny. “I can’t believe she’s this ticklish”, Jenny replied. Jenny got up and gently tweaked the side of Diane’s left breast, forcing more embarrassed laughter out of the stunning, ticklish beauty.
Daryl did not lie. The skin on the soles of Diane’s feet was very thin. One could see many of the veins running through her arches. Surely her thin skin contributed to the agonizing sensitivity. The second the two men went for her soles, Daryl also went back to tweaking her delicate sides. Diane’s eyes poured tears and she laughed so hard it hurt.
“OH HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE! OH HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE! OH HEE HEE HEE!”
Diane flailed and flopped. Her tremendously heavy and sensitive bosom rocked madly. The collective strain against her bra and skin-tight shirt took hold. Her brastraps ruptured, giving her breasts even greater room to roam. Her shirt hiked well above her belly, fully revealing her tanned, defined abdominal muscles. Muscles that contracted very hard as she screamed, jerked and laughed. Muscles that also were receiving a very ticklish massage.
Both her feet were being tickled. Daryl kept tweaking her tender sides. Tara and Jenny were so sick of watching Diane inadvertently flaunt her breasts, they took the opportunity to graze the sides of her bosom with their fingernails.
“OH HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE! OH HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE! OH!”
“She can’t stop laughing!”
“Her feet are killing her!”
“No, her sides are the worst!”
“Her boobs are ticklish, isn’t that funny!”
“Can you even breathe?”
“Diane just peed!”
Diane’s laughter went from hectic and tortured and a high, steady scream. She’d never been tickled this long in her life. Diane did not know this before tonight, nor did Daryl, but she was one of the few women capable of having an orgasm through tickling. Once her orgasm started and ended, so did the tickling.
Diane ran to the bathroom. She could hardly stand to have her feet touch the carpet, they’d been so highly sensitized. Her stomach hurt from laughing, her lungs ached from screaming and her breasts were sore from the uncontrolled bouncing.
Both Daryl and Diane discovered something about Diane that night. Whether it was a blessing or curse has yet to be known.
