The recent post by dahoochman finally convinced me to add one of my own. This story is from about nine years ago, during my college days.
During college I was living in a fraternity house. My girlfriend Andrea and I were sitting on my small couch watching TV on a quiet weekday afternoon. We had the place to ourselves on this afternoon, until I heard someone come in downstairs. My fraternity brother Chris had just returned from class. He dropped his things off in his room and then walked down the hall to my room, where the door was open. When he came in we began chatting about an upcoming chapter event that we were planning.
I was sitting upright on the love seat, and my girlfriend was laying on my left with her legs draped over mine. She was wearing jeans and thin black socks. Andrea was about 5’3” and had cute size 6 feet. She was also extremely ticklish. I was always giving her a quick tickle, usually on her feet, but when I was really after her, I would pin her arms down and work her armpits good. When Chris came in he sat in my desk chair, on my right.
As we discussed our plans, Andrea shushed us because she was watching whatever was on the TV. We continued chatting and she shushed us again, even louder. With that, Chris reached out and drug a finger up her right foot. Andrea jerked her foot and scolded, “Would you guys shut up and cut it out?” With a spark of spontaneity that I still can’t believe, I grabbed her legs and said, “Hey, Chris can tickle your feet if he wants to.”
Chris must have had a tickle fetish as well, because he didn’t wait for an invitation. He immediately started spider tickling both of her soles with his fingers. That finally got Andrea’s attention, because she started protesting “No! Cut it out you guys.” After about thirty seconds of Chris’ tickling, while stifling giggles, she managed to pull her right foot free and used it to give me a good shove in my left side.
I declared, “That’s it, someone needs to learn to play nice!” I then grabbed both of her ankles, stood up, and turned to straddle her legs. Now Andrea’s ankles rested on the padded arm of the love seat, and I was pinning her legs down. Chris was laughing and made some comment to Andrea to the effect of “now you’re in trouble.” With that Chris took her left foot and I took her right, and we both dug in spider tickling her soles. Andrea went crazy, “no, no, no, nooo please”, begging for us to stop. She could no longer contain the giggles, and finally started laughing hard.
After about thirty seconds of this, I said, “okay, let’s get these socks off so that she can really feel it.” With that we quickly stripped her black socks off, leaving two very soft, vulnerable feet. I remember that she didn’t have any polish on, and her toes looked so cute and small. Andrea continued pleading and struggling, “no, please stop!” But her pleas fell on deaf ears, as we dug in again. For my part, I pulled her toes back with my left hand and tickled as fast as I could with my right. Chris was holding her left foot in his right hand, tickling just as fast with his left. Andrea was laughing, screaming, bucking and writhing under my body weight, which quickly became quite a turn-on. After what felt like twenty minutes but was probably between three and five, her laughter turned from loud to silent, and we stopped so that she could catch her breath. Still holding her ankles, I asked if she had learned her lesson. Still catching her breath, Andrea said “yes… please… I can’t take anymore.” Chris gave me a big smile as he turned to leave the room. I stood up off of Andrea’s legs as she curled into a ball.
I had never had a 2-on-1 tickling experience prior to this, but it was incredible. Hope you enjoyed the story.
During college I was living in a fraternity house. My girlfriend Andrea and I were sitting on my small couch watching TV on a quiet weekday afternoon. We had the place to ourselves on this afternoon, until I heard someone come in downstairs. My fraternity brother Chris had just returned from class. He dropped his things off in his room and then walked down the hall to my room, where the door was open. When he came in we began chatting about an upcoming chapter event that we were planning.
I was sitting upright on the love seat, and my girlfriend was laying on my left with her legs draped over mine. She was wearing jeans and thin black socks. Andrea was about 5’3” and had cute size 6 feet. She was also extremely ticklish. I was always giving her a quick tickle, usually on her feet, but when I was really after her, I would pin her arms down and work her armpits good. When Chris came in he sat in my desk chair, on my right.
As we discussed our plans, Andrea shushed us because she was watching whatever was on the TV. We continued chatting and she shushed us again, even louder. With that, Chris reached out and drug a finger up her right foot. Andrea jerked her foot and scolded, “Would you guys shut up and cut it out?” With a spark of spontaneity that I still can’t believe, I grabbed her legs and said, “Hey, Chris can tickle your feet if he wants to.”
Chris must have had a tickle fetish as well, because he didn’t wait for an invitation. He immediately started spider tickling both of her soles with his fingers. That finally got Andrea’s attention, because she started protesting “No! Cut it out you guys.” After about thirty seconds of Chris’ tickling, while stifling giggles, she managed to pull her right foot free and used it to give me a good shove in my left side.
I declared, “That’s it, someone needs to learn to play nice!” I then grabbed both of her ankles, stood up, and turned to straddle her legs. Now Andrea’s ankles rested on the padded arm of the love seat, and I was pinning her legs down. Chris was laughing and made some comment to Andrea to the effect of “now you’re in trouble.” With that Chris took her left foot and I took her right, and we both dug in spider tickling her soles. Andrea went crazy, “no, no, no, nooo please”, begging for us to stop. She could no longer contain the giggles, and finally started laughing hard.
After about thirty seconds of this, I said, “okay, let’s get these socks off so that she can really feel it.” With that we quickly stripped her black socks off, leaving two very soft, vulnerable feet. I remember that she didn’t have any polish on, and her toes looked so cute and small. Andrea continued pleading and struggling, “no, please stop!” But her pleas fell on deaf ears, as we dug in again. For my part, I pulled her toes back with my left hand and tickled as fast as I could with my right. Chris was holding her left foot in his right hand, tickling just as fast with his left. Andrea was laughing, screaming, bucking and writhing under my body weight, which quickly became quite a turn-on. After what felt like twenty minutes but was probably between three and five, her laughter turned from loud to silent, and we stopped so that she could catch her breath. Still holding her ankles, I asked if she had learned her lesson. Still catching her breath, Andrea said “yes… please… I can’t take anymore.” Chris gave me a big smile as he turned to leave the room. I stood up off of Andrea’s legs as she curled into a ball.
I had never had a 2-on-1 tickling experience prior to this, but it was incredible. Hope you enjoyed the story.
