Well, I've never shared any of my real tickling tales, but I decided this one seemed interesting enough.
So, a few months ago I was invited to my friend Stacy's (names changed) house to watch a movie. So I arrived and met her cousin Tom who was in town for the weekend. So I took of my sandals and sat on the couch between them for the movie.
About halfway through the previews, I noticed Stacy playing footsie with my right foot, so naturally, I retaliated. I reached my hand over and began digging into her side. This caused her to squeal and aroused Tom's interests as to what happened. Stacy said I tickled her and asked for his help. Surprisingly he said "sure".
I gave a laugh and said "what ya gonna do, tickle me, Tom?" "Yup", He replied and quickly reached down and grabbed my left ankle. "Get him!" Tom yelled, and Stacy grabbed my other ankle. So now, I was in a wishbone position.
Naturally, with my feet being my most ticklish spot, I started pleading.
"Please!" I yelled, "Don't do it!" But deaf ears reigned as they began the torture.
After a few moments, they slid me of the couch to where I was on the floor with my legs split in the air. I begged for mercy, but got none. Then they flipped me over, ankles still in arms, and wrapped their legs Indian-style around my ankles.
My screams for them to stop only encouraged them to go longer.
About 15 minutes later, Tom wrapped his legs around both my ankles and proceeded to let his fingers dance on my soles. Stacy, meanwhile, straddled my sides and continued her fun on my lower sides, ass, and legs. I pleaded, saying I was going to pass out, but she said "too bad, Mr. ticklish!" They stopped about 10 minutes after that. I said I'd get even.
I never got revenge on Tom yet, cuz he hasn't come back to town, but Stacy has had her fair share of unbearable moments. 🙂
So, a few months ago I was invited to my friend Stacy's (names changed) house to watch a movie. So I arrived and met her cousin Tom who was in town for the weekend. So I took of my sandals and sat on the couch between them for the movie.
About halfway through the previews, I noticed Stacy playing footsie with my right foot, so naturally, I retaliated. I reached my hand over and began digging into her side. This caused her to squeal and aroused Tom's interests as to what happened. Stacy said I tickled her and asked for his help. Surprisingly he said "sure".
I gave a laugh and said "what ya gonna do, tickle me, Tom?" "Yup", He replied and quickly reached down and grabbed my left ankle. "Get him!" Tom yelled, and Stacy grabbed my other ankle. So now, I was in a wishbone position.
Naturally, with my feet being my most ticklish spot, I started pleading.
"Please!" I yelled, "Don't do it!" But deaf ears reigned as they began the torture.
After a few moments, they slid me of the couch to where I was on the floor with my legs split in the air. I begged for mercy, but got none. Then they flipped me over, ankles still in arms, and wrapped their legs Indian-style around my ankles.
My screams for them to stop only encouraged them to go longer.
About 15 minutes later, Tom wrapped his legs around both my ankles and proceeded to let his fingers dance on my soles. Stacy, meanwhile, straddled my sides and continued her fun on my lower sides, ass, and legs. I pleaded, saying I was going to pass out, but she said "too bad, Mr. ticklish!" They stopped about 10 minutes after that. I said I'd get even.
I never got revenge on Tom yet, cuz he hasn't come back to town, but Stacy has had her fair share of unbearable moments. 🙂
