KITTLETOWN TWO
by Max Speer
CHAPTER THREE
Bobby, Tom, and Caroline
Bobby and Tom got out of their car at the Sunoco Station. A sign on the side of the road read, TAMPA 5 MILES.
"Almost there, Bobby, "Tom said as he opened the gas cap and thrust the gas hose in deeply.
"Yep," Tom said, "Pretty soon we'll have those little Outsider Girls in our control.
The boys looked at the backseat of their old Pontiac. There was a large box with a Kittletown stamp and the words: Michaels Company.
* * *
Caroline stepped into the shower. She was a strikingly beautiful brunette with shoulder-length hair and large blue eyes. Her body was smooth and sleek with a shape that would make most fashion models jealous. She dreamed of being a model some day, but, to pay the bills, had to settle for being a cocktail waitress at the 501 club in Tampa.
The 501 club was always crowded and the little black mini skirts and tight, white tank tops offered no protection against the pinches and grabs of the intoxicated male clientele.
The young beauty washed her full, shapely breasts, smoothing the soap all around her torso. When she got to her underarms she looked at them, then soaped them a little extra. Taking the Lady Schick razor off of the shower shelf, Caroline carefully shaved off all of the micro stubbles that were beginning to grow for the night before. She shaved everyday since her cocktail waitress 'uniform' was sleeveless. But that wasn't the whole reason, since she shaved even on her days off. Caroline loved the silky smoothness there. She even liked to touch them and would do so unconsciously as she read or daydreamed. She was very sensitive there and the sensations sometimes made her feel tingles between her legs.
Her legs were perfectly shaped and her feet were especially beautiful. She took great care to have keep calluses from building and received regular pedicures which also was fun.
The one drawback of pedicures was Caroline's small problem. She had always been extremely ticklish, especially on her feet, so it was always torture to place her foot into a man or woman's hand without laughing hysterically.
When she was a little girl, her father and brothers used to torture the poor girl nightly. They would sit on her legs and run their fingers up and down the extremely soft, pink soles until the little girl peed herself or started to scream. They were careful as they tickled, listening for that 'certain' tone in her voice that told them they were going a little too far.
The odd thing was that after a long bout of tickling, the young Caroline would prod her feet against their ribs, encouraging them to retaliate. Something deep down in Caroline's psyche loved the feeling of being restrained and tortured by tickling.
As she grew older, the nightly tickle-torture sessions stopped. After all, she was blooming into a young lady and her family was aware of the fact that tickling was not appropriate anymore. Caroline, however, craved the feeling. She found, when she was old enought to date, that just mentioning that she was ticklish to a date usually spurred them to tickle her.
One time, Caroline was having a birthday party for herself and a few close girlfriends. It was June and Caroline was 17 years old. They were all laughing and having a good time when one of the girlfriends suggested that Caroline receive 17 birthday spanks.
"No No!!" she protested. "You'll hurt me. I don't like pain. I don't want to cry on my birthday. I'd rather laugh."
"Great," said another girl. "We'll give her 17 minutes of tickling!"
"No NOOOO!!!" Caroline protested, but the girls were already climbing on top of her.
Caroline was wearing a sleeveless/midriff shirt and shorts which offered no protection against tickling; especially the tickling of 5 girls.
Girls make great ticklers because they know exactly where it tickles themselves. They call upon this knowledge when the opportunity arises.
Caroline was laid on her back against the plush carpeting as one girl held her arms, pinned to the rug way over her head. Another girl held her ankles but Caroline's kicking was so violent that it took another girl to grab an ankle. Now, there was one girl to each ankle and one girl holding Caroline's wrists down to the carpet. That left two girls with their arms free to tickle.
One girl straddled Caroline and started to probe the ticklish ridges of her lower ribs feeling the bare, soft skin. The brunette beauty absolutely squealed with laughter.
"STOOOOOPPPPP!!!! P-LEEEEEEEASE!!!! TEE HEE HEE HEE AAHHH HAHAHAHAHA!!!!!"
"Tickle tickle tickle," the girl said as she wriggled her skinny fingers up the ticklish path of Caroline's sensitive sides.
The other free girl went down and removed Caroline's black pumps. She saw the painted toenails and delicately curved arch.
"This is gonna be fun!" she said as she placed her fingertips on the tender, warm sole.
Instantly, Caroline's toes curled down into eagle talons as she tried to avoid the oncoming tickle-attack.
"Please. PLEASE!!!!!" Caroline pleaded. "Don't tickle my feet! Laura! Don't!!!" She tried to pin her feet flat against the carpet to cover up the extremely soft and ticklish skin.
But Laura, sadistically absorbed the pleas for mercy, using them as further impetus. She was actually enjoying the moment before she actually tickled.
Time seemed to stand still for Caroline. The awful tickling on her ribs had stopped for that brief second and she focused on the look on Laura's face. Laura was ecstatic! She was actually turned on by Caroline's plight. The moment lasted but a second but it was one she'd never forget.
Caroline felt the tickling on her sensitive sole and her head went back automatically as she opened her mouth and screamed. Her scream dissolved into laughter but no words could come out.
Laura carefully tickled the soft creases of Caroline's bare foot, paying close attention to the ticklish area at the base of the toes. She stroked her long, thin fingers up and down the length of Caroline's very smooth foot almost hypnotically.
The effect began to over take the girl. Caroline's hysterical laughter and jerking leg, the feeling of the bare foot under her sensitive finger tips, and the giggles of her girlfriends, created the familiar tingling that Laura knew, oh, too well. The orgasm pulsed and rushed and Laura threw her head back and moaned.
The girl straddling Caroline began to slide her long fingers down Caroline's bare inner arms and Caroline's laughter rose in pitch.
"Not under my arms!" she pleaded.
"Yeah, under her arms, get her!" came a shout from Laura.
The girl slipped her fingers down into the slight hollows of Caroline's armpits and tickled. She kitchy-kooed her index fingers all around the sensitive skin.
"Tee-hee hee hee hee hee Tee-hee hee hee No No No!!!!" Caroline giggled as she squirmed and tried to pull her arms loose.
"Oh my God, not again," Laura said. Every one thought she was referring to 'more tickling', but Caroline sensed that Laura was about to have another orgasm.
Laura crawled up to Caroline and laid on her belly, rubbing herself against the floor ever-so-slightly. Then she took the fingers of her right hand and slid them down Caroline's bare arm and tickled the ticklish mound of Caroline's left underarm.
"Good thing you shaved," Laura said as she felt the smooth hairless armpit.
Caroline was squealing in hysterical laughter.
"Please Stop Stop Stop tickling meeee!!! Hee hee hee!!!"
Through her laughter and screams, she noticed Laura tickling her underarm with eyes closed and she knew what Laura was experiencing. Then she noticed something else that didn't register until Caroline was lying in bed later that evening.
While Laura was tickling Caroline with her right hand, Laura was tickling her own right armpit with her left hand.
That night, Caroline laid in bed and thought about her tickling experience. She felt it odd that a girlfriend of her's would have sexual climaxes while tickling her. In fact, she thought it curious that anybody would have orgasms from tickling another person.
Then she began to feel that tingling swirling up and between her legs. It startled her because it was so strong this time. She sat up, frightened, not allowing the full feeling to overtake her.
From that moment on, Caroline looked at tickling in a whole new light.
by Max Speer
CHAPTER THREE
Bobby, Tom, and Caroline
Bobby and Tom got out of their car at the Sunoco Station. A sign on the side of the road read, TAMPA 5 MILES.
"Almost there, Bobby, "Tom said as he opened the gas cap and thrust the gas hose in deeply.
"Yep," Tom said, "Pretty soon we'll have those little Outsider Girls in our control.
The boys looked at the backseat of their old Pontiac. There was a large box with a Kittletown stamp and the words: Michaels Company.
* * *
Caroline stepped into the shower. She was a strikingly beautiful brunette with shoulder-length hair and large blue eyes. Her body was smooth and sleek with a shape that would make most fashion models jealous. She dreamed of being a model some day, but, to pay the bills, had to settle for being a cocktail waitress at the 501 club in Tampa.
The 501 club was always crowded and the little black mini skirts and tight, white tank tops offered no protection against the pinches and grabs of the intoxicated male clientele.
The young beauty washed her full, shapely breasts, smoothing the soap all around her torso. When she got to her underarms she looked at them, then soaped them a little extra. Taking the Lady Schick razor off of the shower shelf, Caroline carefully shaved off all of the micro stubbles that were beginning to grow for the night before. She shaved everyday since her cocktail waitress 'uniform' was sleeveless. But that wasn't the whole reason, since she shaved even on her days off. Caroline loved the silky smoothness there. She even liked to touch them and would do so unconsciously as she read or daydreamed. She was very sensitive there and the sensations sometimes made her feel tingles between her legs.
Her legs were perfectly shaped and her feet were especially beautiful. She took great care to have keep calluses from building and received regular pedicures which also was fun.
The one drawback of pedicures was Caroline's small problem. She had always been extremely ticklish, especially on her feet, so it was always torture to place her foot into a man or woman's hand without laughing hysterically.
When she was a little girl, her father and brothers used to torture the poor girl nightly. They would sit on her legs and run their fingers up and down the extremely soft, pink soles until the little girl peed herself or started to scream. They were careful as they tickled, listening for that 'certain' tone in her voice that told them they were going a little too far.
The odd thing was that after a long bout of tickling, the young Caroline would prod her feet against their ribs, encouraging them to retaliate. Something deep down in Caroline's psyche loved the feeling of being restrained and tortured by tickling.
As she grew older, the nightly tickle-torture sessions stopped. After all, she was blooming into a young lady and her family was aware of the fact that tickling was not appropriate anymore. Caroline, however, craved the feeling. She found, when she was old enought to date, that just mentioning that she was ticklish to a date usually spurred them to tickle her.
One time, Caroline was having a birthday party for herself and a few close girlfriends. It was June and Caroline was 17 years old. They were all laughing and having a good time when one of the girlfriends suggested that Caroline receive 17 birthday spanks.
"No No!!" she protested. "You'll hurt me. I don't like pain. I don't want to cry on my birthday. I'd rather laugh."
"Great," said another girl. "We'll give her 17 minutes of tickling!"
"No NOOOO!!!" Caroline protested, but the girls were already climbing on top of her.
Caroline was wearing a sleeveless/midriff shirt and shorts which offered no protection against tickling; especially the tickling of 5 girls.
Girls make great ticklers because they know exactly where it tickles themselves. They call upon this knowledge when the opportunity arises.
Caroline was laid on her back against the plush carpeting as one girl held her arms, pinned to the rug way over her head. Another girl held her ankles but Caroline's kicking was so violent that it took another girl to grab an ankle. Now, there was one girl to each ankle and one girl holding Caroline's wrists down to the carpet. That left two girls with their arms free to tickle.
One girl straddled Caroline and started to probe the ticklish ridges of her lower ribs feeling the bare, soft skin. The brunette beauty absolutely squealed with laughter.
"STOOOOOPPPPP!!!! P-LEEEEEEEASE!!!! TEE HEE HEE HEE AAHHH HAHAHAHAHA!!!!!"
"Tickle tickle tickle," the girl said as she wriggled her skinny fingers up the ticklish path of Caroline's sensitive sides.
The other free girl went down and removed Caroline's black pumps. She saw the painted toenails and delicately curved arch.
"This is gonna be fun!" she said as she placed her fingertips on the tender, warm sole.
Instantly, Caroline's toes curled down into eagle talons as she tried to avoid the oncoming tickle-attack.
"Please. PLEASE!!!!!" Caroline pleaded. "Don't tickle my feet! Laura! Don't!!!" She tried to pin her feet flat against the carpet to cover up the extremely soft and ticklish skin.
But Laura, sadistically absorbed the pleas for mercy, using them as further impetus. She was actually enjoying the moment before she actually tickled.
Time seemed to stand still for Caroline. The awful tickling on her ribs had stopped for that brief second and she focused on the look on Laura's face. Laura was ecstatic! She was actually turned on by Caroline's plight. The moment lasted but a second but it was one she'd never forget.
Caroline felt the tickling on her sensitive sole and her head went back automatically as she opened her mouth and screamed. Her scream dissolved into laughter but no words could come out.
Laura carefully tickled the soft creases of Caroline's bare foot, paying close attention to the ticklish area at the base of the toes. She stroked her long, thin fingers up and down the length of Caroline's very smooth foot almost hypnotically.
The effect began to over take the girl. Caroline's hysterical laughter and jerking leg, the feeling of the bare foot under her sensitive finger tips, and the giggles of her girlfriends, created the familiar tingling that Laura knew, oh, too well. The orgasm pulsed and rushed and Laura threw her head back and moaned.
The girl straddling Caroline began to slide her long fingers down Caroline's bare inner arms and Caroline's laughter rose in pitch.
"Not under my arms!" she pleaded.
"Yeah, under her arms, get her!" came a shout from Laura.
The girl slipped her fingers down into the slight hollows of Caroline's armpits and tickled. She kitchy-kooed her index fingers all around the sensitive skin.
"Tee-hee hee hee hee hee Tee-hee hee hee No No No!!!!" Caroline giggled as she squirmed and tried to pull her arms loose.
"Oh my God, not again," Laura said. Every one thought she was referring to 'more tickling', but Caroline sensed that Laura was about to have another orgasm.
Laura crawled up to Caroline and laid on her belly, rubbing herself against the floor ever-so-slightly. Then she took the fingers of her right hand and slid them down Caroline's bare arm and tickled the ticklish mound of Caroline's left underarm.
"Good thing you shaved," Laura said as she felt the smooth hairless armpit.
Caroline was squealing in hysterical laughter.
"Please Stop Stop Stop tickling meeee!!! Hee hee hee!!!"
Through her laughter and screams, she noticed Laura tickling her underarm with eyes closed and she knew what Laura was experiencing. Then she noticed something else that didn't register until Caroline was lying in bed later that evening.
While Laura was tickling Caroline with her right hand, Laura was tickling her own right armpit with her left hand.
That night, Caroline laid in bed and thought about her tickling experience. She felt it odd that a girlfriend of her's would have sexual climaxes while tickling her. In fact, she thought it curious that anybody would have orgasms from tickling another person.
Then she began to feel that tingling swirling up and between her legs. It startled her because it was so strong this time. She sat up, frightened, not allowing the full feeling to overtake her.
From that moment on, Caroline looked at tickling in a whole new light.
