tickle mania
Registered User
- Joined
- Mar 10, 2026
- Messages
- 2
- Points
- 1
When I was of legal age I was at a family and friends of family party with several women who were friends with my mother and have been since as far back as I can remember.
Anyway, while there, everybody was drinking heavily, so was I but not as much as the ladies were. The stereo was playing loud music that they all liked but not my taste in music. They were all dancing and laughing.
So they grabbed my arm and pulled me out there with them and I was in the center with five women forming a tight circle around me one of them told me to put my hands over my head and keep them there. When I asked for what, she said you'll find out in a minute. So up my hands went.
Then they all started un doing the buttons on my flannel then they pulled it off and removed my shirt as well. Next my pants were pulled off and removed. Leaving me standing in just my green underwear. Then all of them began touching and fondling me everywhere. Then all at once all five of the women started tickling me everywhere and I mean everywhere. I was laughing so hard as I loved it.
One thing here, I have been tickled by some of these ladies before and I had a fantasy about getting tickled while in my underwear. As I have sort of an underwear fetishism and tickle fetish too.
Anyway after the music ended they directed me to the couch where I sat in the center with two of these ladies sitting on either side of me. Another one sitting in front of me on the floor asked if I liked being tickled by them that was when I spilled my guts about the fantasy about them doing this.
Next the tickling continues and one lady pulled out her Polaroid camera. This was before the digital age. She started snapping pictures after pictures and had to load in new film twice before
She ran out. Then the two on either side of me both stood up and stripped down to their bras and panties. The woman who owned the house came out of her bedroom wearing sexy red lace lingerie. They all tickled me until I had an orgasm.
Then one in red sat on my lap and I tickled her everywhere until she finally came too. With the other women I touched and fondled each of them and took the last few pictures the Polaroid had left.
When we were done I told them do NOT show those pictures to or tell my mother about this either. Of course they all agreed that wouldn't have gone over too well if she knew what we all did.
The next few months we have done it several more times with at least some of these ladies.
One in particular which was my mom's best friend were very careful to keep things secret and managed to for years.
These days my mother is gone and so is my dad.
But the lady in question is still alive but lived in another state. Every now and then When I'm out her way I go visit.
Last time we sat and looked at all the pictures we had taken from different tickling times as well as some old video footage of her stripping while I filmed it.
That is probably why I have both an underwear fetishism and tickle fetish combined. And why I have a preference for doing everything with women who are older than me.
I'm new to this site and that is true stories about me and my past.
Anyway, while there, everybody was drinking heavily, so was I but not as much as the ladies were. The stereo was playing loud music that they all liked but not my taste in music. They were all dancing and laughing.
So they grabbed my arm and pulled me out there with them and I was in the center with five women forming a tight circle around me one of them told me to put my hands over my head and keep them there. When I asked for what, she said you'll find out in a minute. So up my hands went.
Then they all started un doing the buttons on my flannel then they pulled it off and removed my shirt as well. Next my pants were pulled off and removed. Leaving me standing in just my green underwear. Then all of them began touching and fondling me everywhere. Then all at once all five of the women started tickling me everywhere and I mean everywhere. I was laughing so hard as I loved it.
One thing here, I have been tickled by some of these ladies before and I had a fantasy about getting tickled while in my underwear. As I have sort of an underwear fetishism and tickle fetish too.
Anyway after the music ended they directed me to the couch where I sat in the center with two of these ladies sitting on either side of me. Another one sitting in front of me on the floor asked if I liked being tickled by them that was when I spilled my guts about the fantasy about them doing this.
Next the tickling continues and one lady pulled out her Polaroid camera. This was before the digital age. She started snapping pictures after pictures and had to load in new film twice before
She ran out. Then the two on either side of me both stood up and stripped down to their bras and panties. The woman who owned the house came out of her bedroom wearing sexy red lace lingerie. They all tickled me until I had an orgasm.
Then one in red sat on my lap and I tickled her everywhere until she finally came too. With the other women I touched and fondled each of them and took the last few pictures the Polaroid had left.
When we were done I told them do NOT show those pictures to or tell my mother about this either. Of course they all agreed that wouldn't have gone over too well if she knew what we all did.
The next few months we have done it several more times with at least some of these ladies.
One in particular which was my mom's best friend were very careful to keep things secret and managed to for years.
These days my mother is gone and so is my dad.
But the lady in question is still alive but lived in another state. Every now and then When I'm out her way I go visit.
Last time we sat and looked at all the pictures we had taken from different tickling times as well as some old video footage of her stripping while I filmed it.
That is probably why I have both an underwear fetishism and tickle fetish combined. And why I have a preference for doing everything with women who are older than me.
I'm new to this site and that is true stories about me and my past.
