KITTLETOWN THREE
by Max Speer
CHAPTER FIVE
The Plot Thickens
UPI/WASHINGTON : The summer had been a hot one in most of the country. New campaigns to clean up city drinking water had caused a larger support for tap water than there had been in the past twenty years.
Besides the fact that new pipelines were being introduced to replace the old, lead leaking ones in major cities, new regulations had been enacted for quality control in all water plants. These quality control representatives came from an independent lab in Florida.
* * *
Sharon Peterson was sitting on her couch, watching TV. There was a commercial for a new deodorant. The model on the screen raised her arms to show how smooth and clear the product was.
For a reason that Sharon could not understand, she began to feel pretty frisky and she called her husband, Ted into the room.
Ted had been experiencing some bizarre thoughts himself lately. He was a salesman that sold women's shoes. Recently, he was finding it extremely difficult to keep from tickling the feet that he handled everyday. That day, the strangest thing happened.
An extremely attractive woman entered the store. He remembered having strange dreams the night before; something about a Princess and Knights in Shining Armor. The woman had kicked off her shoe and her foot was bare.
"You don't mind that I'm not wearing any stockings, do you?" the woman said.
He looked up at her and she smiled down at him. Somehow, he felt that he was bowing low to a Queen or Princess. She placed her bare, soft foot in his hands as if she were handing him a sword.
Meanwhile, the woman had been having equally strange feelings, and found herself saying something that she would have never said a few months before: "Now be careful with my foot because I am VERY ticklish."
As soon as she had said the word 'ticklish', Ted got an erection. It came on him so suddenly that he was embarrassed. But when she placed the soft sole onto his trembling hands, something snapped in his brain. He grabbed her left ankle with his left hand and with his right hand he began to tickle the sole of her bare foot.
The woman squealed which turned the heads of other women in the shop. But she didn't slap him like he thought she would. Instead, she gripped the armrests of her chair and threw her head back, laughing and giggling.
Ted tickled up and down the soft, ticklish soles of her foot, then stroked higher until his fingers were at the base of her toes. The woman practically screamed. She threw her head from side to side, wrapping her free foot around her ankle which had his vice-like grip. Her hair whipped forward and back and she laughed so hysterically that the other customers gathered around them and began to laugh and chatter.
Ted began to tickle harder and harder. His erection throbbed in his pants and he used the elbow of his tickling hand to press against it, stimulating it.
He reached up, as he trailed a path of tickling torture up the back of her leg, over her calf, until it came to rest on the fleshy, ticklish spot behind her knee. It felt like a smooth armpit, so Ted tickled there as the woman giggled high and low, in a musical song of laughter. Meanwhile, her bare foot was pressing against his crotch.
Ted climaxed and stopped tickling. He was sweating and suddenly felt ashamed and embarrassed. He refused to look up at the gathering around him. He was certain that he would see the uniform of a police officer. But that never happened.
Instead, one by one, the women sat down on the chairs in front of him and kicked off their shoes saying things like, "Me next" "No, me" "Tickle me next b•¿ ê c{–ilar comment a–@As Ted entered the room he found Sharon had taken off her shirt and was sitting with her arms up on the back of the couch. She wore only her black bra. Ted got an immediate erection and sat next to her. In the past, he would have reached for her two, ripe breasts. This time, however, he got the strangest urge.
Sharon was waiting for him to caress her breasts, but this time, she felt like being tickled.
Ted reached for her breasts, but instead, his hands changed directions and he placed his fingers on her smooth underarms and began to gently tickle her there.
Their desires were in sync!
His sensitive wife began to giggle as she put her head back and closed her eyes. Her jet black hair and her glossy red lipstick glistened in the low light.
Then, she realized that the sensations were much too much to take and threw her arms down, laughing.
"You were never NEVER that ticklish before," Ted said with obvious glee.
"I know, and God, it is making me so horny!"
She embraced him and they made love. As they felt the climax of their sex flowing, they thought about one thing: Tickling.
* * *
Carter High in Portland, Maine was a small senior high school in a small neighborhood. The school had one Art teacher.
Mr. Merle stood in front of his class as they took an art history test. He was leaning against his desk as he thought about the strange dream that he had the night before.
He was painting the Mona Lisa. She was sitting on her chair and not smiling. He tried talking to her, asking if she could think of anything pleasant, so that he could see that perfect smile.
The model was not responding so Mr. Merle stood up and put his paintbrush on the palette. As he approached her, she looked like Demi Moore, dressed as Mona Lisa, looking up at him with her big, brown eyes.
"The problem with you is that you have to laugh a little."
"I don't feel like laughing," Demi said.
"Well, I'll fix that."
He knelt down and moved the huge bustle of skirt aside. Beneath all the material, he found her foot. She wore a loose slipper and he lifted her foot up and slowly removed the slipper.
"Don't tickle me," she said, trying to keep from smiling.
"Why not," he asked posing his fingers in readiness at her bare sole.
"Just don't. It's not fair.. I won't help but smile. I'm very ticklish."
That was all he needed to hear. He began to tickle her foot and the laughing face of Demi Moore contorted into a huge grimace. Then, the hoarse, Demi Moore voice broke into the cutest giggling he had ever heard as she flapped her hands and closed her eyes, laughing hysterically. The bustle of her antique frock created a windy effect.
"That's the look I want!" he said as the alarm in his bedroom went off.
He awoke with a start and said "shit" because he was obviously very turned on by the dream.
As he leaned on his desk and thought about that strange, erotic dream, he looked out into his class. There were some very cute girls, and even though they were all of 16 years old, he couldn't help but think about how ticklish they were.
Mr. Merle decided that before the year was out, he would figure out a way to tickle each and every girl in his class, 'accidentally'.
"Who's done?" he asked. Three kids raised their hands, but it was Sally, in the back, wearing a sleeveless dress that caught his eye.
"Keep your hands up until I come around and collect your papers. He worked his way through each student until he got to Sally. As he reached for her test paper, he shot his hand to her underarm and quickly tickled her soft armpit, saying, "Okay, you can put your arm down now."
Sally shrieked and the kids turned around to see what was the matter.
"Just turn around and take your tests," Mr. Merle said. Then he looked back at Sally, who looked up at him. She had her arms down and she was rubbing the tickled armpit with her other hand. There was a mischievous smile on her face.
"That tickled!" she said in mock annoyance. Some kids giggled. Then she looked down and, eye level, saw that Mr. Merle was sporting a bulge in his pants. She looked back up at him and smiled, saying, "I think I might need some after-school tutoring, Mr. Merle. Are you available today?"
Merle was shocked, but excited too. He had no idea that his little tickle would be taken this way.
"Of...of course," he stammered.
Then, Sally leaned up to whisper in his ear. "I'm really ticklish under my arms. But I'm also ticklish other places. Maybe you can find out where."
Mr. Merle walked back to his seat. Then he announced to the class that he would be back in a few moments.
He walked out into the hallway and took a drink of water. He was set to masturbate in the men's room but decided that, as a mature adult, he could control himself. He took a little of the water and splashed his face, then removed his handkerchief and wiped the water away.
Feeling restored, he walked back into class. Instantly, the talking, which built up when he left the class, stopped and Mr. Merle went back to his desk.
With a feeling that seemed out of control, he looked up at Sally in the back of the room, sitting at her desk.
She was staring at him, biting on her pencil eraser and smiling. She licked the eraser, seductively. Mr. Merle looked down, embarrassed because this 16 year old girl was turning him on so much.
When he looked up at her again she took the eraser tip and inserted it, like a feather, into her armpit. Once there, she wriggled it in a tickling manner.
Instantly, she pulled it out and squeezed her arm tightly against her body, slapping her hand against her mouth to stifle a giggle.
Leaping from his chair, Merle ran to the men's room and performed the inevitable.
***
"Watch this," Bobby said, as he sat Laura and Caroline on chairs, positioned side by side. The two pretty brunettes wore short sleeved t-shirts and shorts. Bobby had them put their low-top tennis shoes on but instructed them to leave their socks off.
"You really think it's gonna work like this?" Laura asked, a little sleepy since the boys had waken them with the news of their new techno-tickler.
"Just watch," Bobby said confidently. He looked down at the one inch video screen positioned atop the Zip. He aimed it at Laura's shoulder, then panned down until the red cross on the screen was positioned right at the sleeve. Then he pressed the button.
Instantly, Laura rose out of her chair and ran from the spot, laughing and giggling.
"It went right up my sleeve!" she shouted. "I could feel it slipping up my sleeve and into my underarm like some kind of ... uh ...finger or something! Gosh! That was incredible!"
Laura ran up and grabbed it from Bobby who protested until she aimed it at him. She turned and aimed it at Caroline.
Caroline put up her hand saying, "No Laura. You'll kill me."
Laura aimed the red cross right up Caroline's sleeve, opened towards Laura since her hand was up in front of her. Laura pressed the button and Caroline felt the 'fingers' tickling her armpit. She shrieked and giggled, throwing her arm down and hugging her sides. Laura intensified the Zip and Caroline felt the fingers crawling inside her armpit even though her arm was tight against her body.
Caroline screamed and giggled, running from the chair and rolling on the hotel room bed. "Stop it ... hee hee hee ... Stop it Laur Rah!!!!!! Ha ha ha ha ha No no no no !!!! hee hee hee !!!!!" she laughed in tickled hysteria.
Laura changed the position of the red cross and aimed it at her ankle. The Zip "zipped" into her loose-fitting shoe and began to tickle her highly ticklish sole.
Caroline screamed and grabbed for her foot, but when she did, Laura zipped her belly and Caroline collapsed back and rolled in helpless giggles on the bed, pleading for Laura to stop and for the help of the boys, who laughed and felt extremely turned on by the whole business.
Finally, Laura switched it off and the tiny video screen went black. "This thing is fabulous!" she exclaimed, examining it all over. Tom poked her ribs and she squealed, dropping the Zip. Bobby leaped for it and caught it before it hit the floor.
"Better be careful," he said. "This is priceless!"
"Come on," said Tom. "Let's go out and have some fun."
"Where we going?" the girls said, excitedly.
"To the mall."
by Max Speer
CHAPTER FIVE
The Plot Thickens
UPI/WASHINGTON : The summer had been a hot one in most of the country. New campaigns to clean up city drinking water had caused a larger support for tap water than there had been in the past twenty years.
Besides the fact that new pipelines were being introduced to replace the old, lead leaking ones in major cities, new regulations had been enacted for quality control in all water plants. These quality control representatives came from an independent lab in Florida.
* * *
Sharon Peterson was sitting on her couch, watching TV. There was a commercial for a new deodorant. The model on the screen raised her arms to show how smooth and clear the product was.
For a reason that Sharon could not understand, she began to feel pretty frisky and she called her husband, Ted into the room.
Ted had been experiencing some bizarre thoughts himself lately. He was a salesman that sold women's shoes. Recently, he was finding it extremely difficult to keep from tickling the feet that he handled everyday. That day, the strangest thing happened.
An extremely attractive woman entered the store. He remembered having strange dreams the night before; something about a Princess and Knights in Shining Armor. The woman had kicked off her shoe and her foot was bare.
"You don't mind that I'm not wearing any stockings, do you?" the woman said.
He looked up at her and she smiled down at him. Somehow, he felt that he was bowing low to a Queen or Princess. She placed her bare, soft foot in his hands as if she were handing him a sword.
Meanwhile, the woman had been having equally strange feelings, and found herself saying something that she would have never said a few months before: "Now be careful with my foot because I am VERY ticklish."
As soon as she had said the word 'ticklish', Ted got an erection. It came on him so suddenly that he was embarrassed. But when she placed the soft sole onto his trembling hands, something snapped in his brain. He grabbed her left ankle with his left hand and with his right hand he began to tickle the sole of her bare foot.
The woman squealed which turned the heads of other women in the shop. But she didn't slap him like he thought she would. Instead, she gripped the armrests of her chair and threw her head back, laughing and giggling.
Ted tickled up and down the soft, ticklish soles of her foot, then stroked higher until his fingers were at the base of her toes. The woman practically screamed. She threw her head from side to side, wrapping her free foot around her ankle which had his vice-like grip. Her hair whipped forward and back and she laughed so hysterically that the other customers gathered around them and began to laugh and chatter.
Ted began to tickle harder and harder. His erection throbbed in his pants and he used the elbow of his tickling hand to press against it, stimulating it.
He reached up, as he trailed a path of tickling torture up the back of her leg, over her calf, until it came to rest on the fleshy, ticklish spot behind her knee. It felt like a smooth armpit, so Ted tickled there as the woman giggled high and low, in a musical song of laughter. Meanwhile, her bare foot was pressing against his crotch.
Ted climaxed and stopped tickling. He was sweating and suddenly felt ashamed and embarrassed. He refused to look up at the gathering around him. He was certain that he would see the uniform of a police officer. But that never happened.
Instead, one by one, the women sat down on the chairs in front of him and kicked off their shoes saying things like, "Me next" "No, me" "Tickle me next b•¿ ê c{–ilar comment a–@As Ted entered the room he found Sharon had taken off her shirt and was sitting with her arms up on the back of the couch. She wore only her black bra. Ted got an immediate erection and sat next to her. In the past, he would have reached for her two, ripe breasts. This time, however, he got the strangest urge.
Sharon was waiting for him to caress her breasts, but this time, she felt like being tickled.
Ted reached for her breasts, but instead, his hands changed directions and he placed his fingers on her smooth underarms and began to gently tickle her there.
Their desires were in sync!
His sensitive wife began to giggle as she put her head back and closed her eyes. Her jet black hair and her glossy red lipstick glistened in the low light.
Then, she realized that the sensations were much too much to take and threw her arms down, laughing.
"You were never NEVER that ticklish before," Ted said with obvious glee.
"I know, and God, it is making me so horny!"
She embraced him and they made love. As they felt the climax of their sex flowing, they thought about one thing: Tickling.
* * *
Carter High in Portland, Maine was a small senior high school in a small neighborhood. The school had one Art teacher.
Mr. Merle stood in front of his class as they took an art history test. He was leaning against his desk as he thought about the strange dream that he had the night before.
He was painting the Mona Lisa. She was sitting on her chair and not smiling. He tried talking to her, asking if she could think of anything pleasant, so that he could see that perfect smile.
The model was not responding so Mr. Merle stood up and put his paintbrush on the palette. As he approached her, she looked like Demi Moore, dressed as Mona Lisa, looking up at him with her big, brown eyes.
"The problem with you is that you have to laugh a little."
"I don't feel like laughing," Demi said.
"Well, I'll fix that."
He knelt down and moved the huge bustle of skirt aside. Beneath all the material, he found her foot. She wore a loose slipper and he lifted her foot up and slowly removed the slipper.
"Don't tickle me," she said, trying to keep from smiling.
"Why not," he asked posing his fingers in readiness at her bare sole.
"Just don't. It's not fair.. I won't help but smile. I'm very ticklish."
That was all he needed to hear. He began to tickle her foot and the laughing face of Demi Moore contorted into a huge grimace. Then, the hoarse, Demi Moore voice broke into the cutest giggling he had ever heard as she flapped her hands and closed her eyes, laughing hysterically. The bustle of her antique frock created a windy effect.
"That's the look I want!" he said as the alarm in his bedroom went off.
He awoke with a start and said "shit" because he was obviously very turned on by the dream.
As he leaned on his desk and thought about that strange, erotic dream, he looked out into his class. There were some very cute girls, and even though they were all of 16 years old, he couldn't help but think about how ticklish they were.
Mr. Merle decided that before the year was out, he would figure out a way to tickle each and every girl in his class, 'accidentally'.
"Who's done?" he asked. Three kids raised their hands, but it was Sally, in the back, wearing a sleeveless dress that caught his eye.
"Keep your hands up until I come around and collect your papers. He worked his way through each student until he got to Sally. As he reached for her test paper, he shot his hand to her underarm and quickly tickled her soft armpit, saying, "Okay, you can put your arm down now."
Sally shrieked and the kids turned around to see what was the matter.
"Just turn around and take your tests," Mr. Merle said. Then he looked back at Sally, who looked up at him. She had her arms down and she was rubbing the tickled armpit with her other hand. There was a mischievous smile on her face.
"That tickled!" she said in mock annoyance. Some kids giggled. Then she looked down and, eye level, saw that Mr. Merle was sporting a bulge in his pants. She looked back up at him and smiled, saying, "I think I might need some after-school tutoring, Mr. Merle. Are you available today?"
Merle was shocked, but excited too. He had no idea that his little tickle would be taken this way.
"Of...of course," he stammered.
Then, Sally leaned up to whisper in his ear. "I'm really ticklish under my arms. But I'm also ticklish other places. Maybe you can find out where."
Mr. Merle walked back to his seat. Then he announced to the class that he would be back in a few moments.
He walked out into the hallway and took a drink of water. He was set to masturbate in the men's room but decided that, as a mature adult, he could control himself. He took a little of the water and splashed his face, then removed his handkerchief and wiped the water away.
Feeling restored, he walked back into class. Instantly, the talking, which built up when he left the class, stopped and Mr. Merle went back to his desk.
With a feeling that seemed out of control, he looked up at Sally in the back of the room, sitting at her desk.
She was staring at him, biting on her pencil eraser and smiling. She licked the eraser, seductively. Mr. Merle looked down, embarrassed because this 16 year old girl was turning him on so much.
When he looked up at her again she took the eraser tip and inserted it, like a feather, into her armpit. Once there, she wriggled it in a tickling manner.
Instantly, she pulled it out and squeezed her arm tightly against her body, slapping her hand against her mouth to stifle a giggle.
Leaping from his chair, Merle ran to the men's room and performed the inevitable.
***
"Watch this," Bobby said, as he sat Laura and Caroline on chairs, positioned side by side. The two pretty brunettes wore short sleeved t-shirts and shorts. Bobby had them put their low-top tennis shoes on but instructed them to leave their socks off.
"You really think it's gonna work like this?" Laura asked, a little sleepy since the boys had waken them with the news of their new techno-tickler.
"Just watch," Bobby said confidently. He looked down at the one inch video screen positioned atop the Zip. He aimed it at Laura's shoulder, then panned down until the red cross on the screen was positioned right at the sleeve. Then he pressed the button.
Instantly, Laura rose out of her chair and ran from the spot, laughing and giggling.
"It went right up my sleeve!" she shouted. "I could feel it slipping up my sleeve and into my underarm like some kind of ... uh ...finger or something! Gosh! That was incredible!"
Laura ran up and grabbed it from Bobby who protested until she aimed it at him. She turned and aimed it at Caroline.
Caroline put up her hand saying, "No Laura. You'll kill me."
Laura aimed the red cross right up Caroline's sleeve, opened towards Laura since her hand was up in front of her. Laura pressed the button and Caroline felt the 'fingers' tickling her armpit. She shrieked and giggled, throwing her arm down and hugging her sides. Laura intensified the Zip and Caroline felt the fingers crawling inside her armpit even though her arm was tight against her body.
Caroline screamed and giggled, running from the chair and rolling on the hotel room bed. "Stop it ... hee hee hee ... Stop it Laur Rah!!!!!! Ha ha ha ha ha No no no no !!!! hee hee hee !!!!!" she laughed in tickled hysteria.
Laura changed the position of the red cross and aimed it at her ankle. The Zip "zipped" into her loose-fitting shoe and began to tickle her highly ticklish sole.
Caroline screamed and grabbed for her foot, but when she did, Laura zipped her belly and Caroline collapsed back and rolled in helpless giggles on the bed, pleading for Laura to stop and for the help of the boys, who laughed and felt extremely turned on by the whole business.
Finally, Laura switched it off and the tiny video screen went black. "This thing is fabulous!" she exclaimed, examining it all over. Tom poked her ribs and she squealed, dropping the Zip. Bobby leaped for it and caught it before it hit the floor.
"Better be careful," he said. "This is priceless!"
"Come on," said Tom. "Let's go out and have some fun."
"Where we going?" the girls said, excitedly.
"To the mall."
