CollaredKid05
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Max sighed heavily as he looked out the window of the car. As it zoomed down the highway the young Goof saw all manner of trees and birds zip by him never to be seen again. With his mind filled with angst and frustration he felt a great deal of jealousy towards them, wishing he could also just vanish out of site forever.
In the driver seat Peg looked at Max with sympathy in her eyes. The poor kid, probably feeling all sorts of humiliated after what he’s gone through. Multiple times during their trip thus far she had seen his face burn red as he no doubt remembered why he was even in this predicament.
I mean, she couldn’t blame him. Being found tied up and barely dressed in the girls dorm was surely not going down in Max’s cherished memories. His father, being the innocent soul that he was, wouldn’t know how to tackle something like this. And Pete is just.... Urgh..... So in the end she felt it was all up to her.
There wasn’t a need to dwell on specifics. From the best Peg could eyeball it, the main problem was as clear as day. Poor Maxie didn’t know how to handle women.
“Want to talk about it?” The gorgeous mother of two asked in an attempt to break the ice. Her voice was sweet, trying to sooth the young man’s fragile ego.
“Urgh...” Was all her passenger shot back. Not even bothering to turn from his all important view.
“Oh.” Peg stated blandly, all sugar in her voice evaporated in the cold water that was his response. The both sat in silence for a bit longer until She couldn’t take it any longer.
“Ok, then I’ll talk. Max-“ She started, but was immediately cut off.
“Save it, ok? There isn’t anything to go over. I’m a loser...” He said deflated. “I can’t even talk to girls without making a fool of myself, and then I finally do and.. and...” Max trailed off as he just gave up mid sentence.
“You’re not a loser Max, and you're not hopeless. You’re a very cute young man, and it’s plain to see for anyone. You’re going to get attention from interested girls, but if you don’t learn how to handle yourself you're going to just end up being played with.” Peg went on trying to explain, finally seeming to break through to him as he turned to face her.
“What are you talking about?” He asked confused.
“Just because you’re too shy to flirt, doesn’t mean women are. And personally there’s nothing cuter than a flustered boy who can make a girl laugh. Why do you think your father doesn’t have issues like this?” Peg tried to make her point. Only for Max to roll his eyes.
“Yea right.... When I think of ‘moves’ I don’t think of dad.” He turned back to his window.
“Yea, I *AM* right. Max, for someone so embarrassed of his father you ignore all of the things that make him wonderful. And above all else, he knows what he is. He’s.... well, him. There’s a confidence that goes a long with that. I know my Pete isn’t exactly a teddy bear either, but he knows who he is. Confidence is key hun, that’s it. Without it, girls are just going to keep walking over you.” She continued, hoping her point was getting across.
“You guys don’t know anything about how it is. Can you all PLEASE stop acting like you do???? Just.... urgh... I’m going to go sleep in the back, ok? Sorry I’m just... I just need to lay down... Sorry.” Max muttered defeatedly as he slumped off. He felt awful for snapping, but was far too frustrated to try to really apologize.
This time it was Peg’s turn to roll her eyes. He just needs some time to simmer down, she thought. She’d let him relax for a bit and try again later. Pulling a set of headphones from her glove compartment she put them on and blasted her podcast, giving Max as much space as she could.
The young Goof looked up at the ceiling of the car and just sighed, turning over to let sleep take him.
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When Max woke up he was in a complete fog. It was the kind of nap where you need a good few minutes before even remembering what century it is. In the front, Peg was still listening to her podcast, headphones blaring, while keeping an eye on the road. This was as much privacy he was seemingly going to have for a while, so he felt he might as well make the most of it.
Absentmindedly, Max stuck his foot out the open window to rest it on the ledge and immediately tangled himself. The rope holding the luggage to the car quickly snagged around his ankle, keeping him trapped as his heart stopped. His world quickly became a mess of rope, pants, struggling, and a whole lot of twisting. None of which did him any favors.
“Urgh! Ah! Hey!! COME ON!” Max grunted to himself quietly. The last thing he needed was to humiliate himself in front of anyone else. Frantically he retried to get free, but each attempt only added a new tangled knot to his predicament. Eventually Max’s flip flop flew right off, revealing his foot to the world. The fast air on his nerves made the guy twitch as he fought harder for freedom. Frantically he would sneak a glance at the front to see Peg still distracted. With any luck he could just play it casual until they got to their destination and free himself then.
That’s when Max saw the most peculiar thing. A truck pulled up next to them with an old saloon piano in the back. Adding to the strangeness was the man seated at the instrument. His eyes looked shifty and his face seemed mischievous.
Their eyes met as a knowing smile flashed on the pianist’s face. In one hand Max noticed the guy held his lost flip flop and used it to wave at him. After doing so he tossed the footwear to the side and cracked his knuckles. Without further ado, he began to play.
As the keys began to fly the piano started to shake and buck. Finally, three busty cowgirls popped from the top. A blonde, a burnet, and a fiery red head all stretched their glorious, curvy bodies as they basked on the fresh sunshine.
Max’s face turned beet red the second the three women made their entrance. Their gaudy cowgirl tops leaving very little to the imagination as their cleavage were all equally as eye catching. The bumps on the road amplified the teasing site as it gave a spectacular view of their heavy chests jiggling.
Max gawked in awe as the three lovely ladies filled the air with their southern laughter. For a second the excited college student wondered if the universe was trying to make it up to him for all its mean pranks as of late. A thought that became stronger in his frantic mind as suddenly, all three girls were looking right at him.
Max froze completely, not knowing what to do with three pares of beautiful eyes now looking into his. The three flirtatiously waved to him as he attempted to reciprocate.
It was then he noticed his situation. The young Goof’s current bind didn’t just keep his foot pulled out the window, but had also ripped the poor boy’s pants down in the process. Unbeknownst to Max he was flashing these three girls his heart pattern boxers while sporting a very obvious bulge.
By the time he was aware, it was too late. All three women gasped at the spectacle before them and laughed as he uselessly tried to yank his pants back up. Thanks to the tautness of the ropes his sweats were in the same problem as his foot. Locked in tight with no hope of freedom.
Max’s mortified face burn bright red as he tried to hide himself from them. The immaturity of his actions weren’t lost on him as the three lovely ranch hands continued to gawk and titter in adorable amusement.
“Woh there buckaroo, where do ya think your goin’?” The busty blonde snorted as she saw their new friend try to hide. The top of his hair comically visible to all three of their collective visions, not to mention his trapped foot just stuck there.
“I think ya scared him off, cattle brain!” The brown haired cowgirl said, chastising her friend. With a teasing adjustment of her massive breasts she went to talk to the cute boy again. “Yoo-hoo! Over here darling! Like what you see?~”
Max didn’t dare answer or look, his tongue throughly caught in his throat at this point. He had no clue what to even think to say in front of such attractive women. Especially while in a predicament like this. His hope was that they would soon get bored and move on.
Just then the ginger cowgirl bellowed. “Awww, looks like we got ourselves a shy one here! Not to mention this hogs already tied! Let me help you out a bit darlin’!” She reached over, carelessly grabbing the discarded flip flop. She tried to put it back on his naked foot, only it didn’t quite go as planned.
The minute the radiant ranch hand grabbed Max’s trapped foot all heck broke loose. The boy’s gloved hands smacked themselves to his mouth to try to stop the flood of laughter from spilling out. His foot struggled so violently in her grasp that it made her drop his sandal onto the road where it was now lost forever.
The ginger southern bell pouted as she leaned back and rejoined her friends. All three of them gave each other a knowing look and wink. It sure looked to them like their new little friend was ticklish. They all turned over at once to the trapped foot next to them, mischievous ef intent clear on all of their faces.
Max meanwhile stayed hidden to the best of his ability. He didn’t dare raise his head to see what was the situation outside. He could only hope that the car had moved along and he was now in the clear. After a minute or three had passed he finally gained the courage to look out the window once more.
To his dismay, three pairs of eyes were once again on him. But not only that, three sets of hands and sixty flirty fingers were now wiggling right at him, menacingly. The blonde puckered her lips as the ginger winked, all the while the dark haired one flashed a smile that was all teeth.
Max could practically read their minds as suddenly their cars got closer, joining onto the same intersection with them. He could only subtly shake his head “no” as the blonde pushed her friends out of the way to go first. Flirtatiously bending over to be the first at his foot.
“Now don’t be so nervous there, sweet thang. Mamas gonna make it allll better hehehe!~” Said the blonde as she waisted no time in attacking his helpless sole with her playful fingers. They quickly made themselves at home as they nestled lovingly against his nerves. Tracing them senselessly once the bottoms of the young Goof’s foot.
Max’s eyes rolled to the back of his head instantly. The hot blondes fingers felt absolutely sinister against him as they ran up and down in random patterns. Helplessly he looked back to the drivers seat to see Peg still focusing on the road and listening to her headphones. Completely unaware to the calamity happening behind her.
He had no idea what to do. Should he get her attention? Would she even help him after the way he spoke to her? In a haze of panic Max envisioned a scenario where Peg would actually help the women instead, adding a forth beautiful woman excited to tease him. No, he couldn’t take that! He could barely take the tickling as is!
The blonde planted a nerve-melting kiss on the big toe of Max’s foot as he struggled, leaving a perfect mark. The sensation alone made a quiet moan slip from his locked lips, furthering the risk of alerting his driver.
Max bit his bottom lip tighter and looked at his tickler with pleading eyes. Trying and failing to send her telepathic messages to have mercy on him. His cheeks blared red as he tried desperately to hold all that laughter in, but his resolve was quickly fading.
“Awww, aren’t you a cutie? Ticklish too!!~ Does it get your goat when I stroke you like this??? Coochie coochie coooooooo!~” The playful woman asked as she scratched all ten fingers down his entire foot, nearly making the poor lad go cross eyed.
Max flopped back in the seat, his body (and erection) visible once again to the three clapping women. Their amused squeals and giggles made the young man feel like a whole new wave of humiliation had crashed over him. Like he was just some kind of toy for their amusement.... Oh god, it was just like Peg said!
“Oh com’on! You’re hoggin’ him!” The brunette pouted as she pulled her friend back by her top.
“Urgh! And I was just get’n somewhere.” Whined the blonde as she rolled her eyes. Dismissively, she gestured for her friend to take her turn.
Without further delay the excited brunette took her spot at the edge of their car and leaned forward. Giving Max a heck of a view of her cleavage as she did so. Her tickling started just as quick, but not as harsh. No. This woman’s tickling was light and fleeting. Devious, but still playful. Loving, but just as mind numbing.
Instead of attacking him with all ten fingers she only used her index. With an excited and experimental demeanor she moved the wiggling digit all around, gently scratching at the places it could find. Sometimes it would be on one single toe, or just slowly gliding down the ball of his foot. Or maybe as a break she’d only lightly tease his center of his foot. No matter where she attacked though, the result was always the same. Him desperately trying to hold back his laughter.
The young man was an absolute mess. With sweat dripping from his forehead, Max tried with all his might to hold his hysterics in. To not let the corners of his mouth curl upwards and reject the aching reactions wanting to be let out.
“I don’t think I’ve ever met a boy with feet this ticklish! And just looky at ya! I bet this gets ya all kinds of flustered. Whadaya say darling? Doesn’t this make you a bucking little bronco?<3” Her taunting words were like honey as her finger kept scratching. Taking every bit of Max’s sanity with it.
For a second he almost felt himself loose control. Deep down in himself he could feel not only the hilarity burning in his chest but a deeper heat scorching away. This was thrilling the young man in every sense of the word, making it all the more important that he not lose control.
“Ooh la la, looky here girls! Is that a horn in ya pocket or are ya just happy to see us, handsome?” The burnet squealed as Max’s proud tent made his enjoyment of their attentions quite clear.
Max looked down in horror, seeing exactly what she was talking about. He tried to adjust as quick as he could, but could only put one hand over his crotch while the other stayed clamped around his mouth. It became a game between the two of them as she tickled to get him to expose himself and he would try to stay strong.
Mercifully the adorable cowgirl gave up and rejoined her friends. They all tittered at the young man’s attempts to resist them which only drove them to tease him more.
“Phew, looks like our boy is a hard nut to crack! Just look how much he’s hold’n on!~” The brown haired cowgirl told her friends as she exaggeratedly wiped her forehead.
“Awww, I want to get another look at that stallion he’s sport’n!” The blonde purred as she went to go back to try again, only for her to be stopped by her ginger friend.
Carelessly the fiery redhead plucked a feather from her friend’s hat and took her place. “One stallion, comin right up!~”
Max looked at the last cowgirl as she leaned in, wiggling that nasty feather with evil intent. He couldn’t take it! Not another one! He didn’t know what would give first, but he didn’t want to find out!
“P-please!” Max whimpered. Only getting a knowing wink as a response.
“P-pleeEAse doAh AHA! MMFF!” Was all he could get out before the feather got to work on the bottom of his exhausted foot. To stop himself from letting out an almighty shriek he clamped both hands back to his mouth, leaving his raging tent exposed again.
“There it is!” The blonde and burnet squealed in unison as they held each other. The young man was back on display for them, rolling helplessly in the back of his car while their friend worked her magic.
There was no where safe from her tickle tool as it dusted his arch and ran down his instep. Only stopping it’s journey to tauntingly flutter under the ball of his trapped foot. His nerves were a blaze with ticklish agony as he tried his very hardest to survive.
Meanwhile at the front of the car Peg had finally seen Max moving. To her it seemed as if he was finally awake, or at least waking up by his tossing and turning. Nervously, she bit her lip wondering if it was a good idea to try speaking with Max again.
“Hey hun, you awake?” Peg called out from the driver seat, much to Max’s dismay. Her eyes never left the road while she spoke, completely unaware of her passenger’s predicament. Helplessly tickled by a gang of sexy southern bells, unable to do anything but try not to laugh.
Max’s eyes went wide. What does he do now? The ginger cowgirl only giggled and made a “shush” gesture as he continued to torment and tease his helpless foot. Her feather now swishing so fast that it was no longer visible to her victim. Almost as if she was daring him to answer with his uncontrollable giggles.
“M...mm.....i’mfine...” He stuttered out quickly, looking as if he was about to be busted for robbery.
“What?” Peg asked, not hearing his response. “Max? Are you ok?”
Just then the two other cowgirls joined in with their friend. All three of them at once attacking the poor lad’s helpless foot as he tried his best to keep his cool. The ginger continuing her feather’s path of distraction as her blonde friend planted another fresh kiss on his foot. All the while the burnet once again went to go find new spots for her little index finger to scratch away at.
Max was beside himself, his eyes rolled back in his head again as he shook. Each intense sensation ran up his leg and through more wood onto his burning lust as it could now be seen bouncing and throbbing for relief. It was too much! Way way too much!!!
“Maximillion Goof, I don’t care how old you get. When I ask you a question I expect you to answer me. Now are you going to act your age and answer or just act like a naughty little boy toy?” Peg chastised, not knowing she just cast the straw that would break the camels back as she turned onto the next intersection.
“YEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHSHAHHAHAHAHAGAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAAHH!!!”
Max cackled, as the explosion of laughter actually shot him free, slamming himself into the other side of the car as it turned away from the three girls. Still laughing at all the fun they had, all of them waved goodbye to their cute little tickle toy.
Peg finally turned to check on him once she heard the crash. “Max?? MAX?! Are you ok hun? What in the world happened to you!?!”
Max only sat up dazed as tweety birds flew around his head. The aching feeling in his head being nothing compared to the throbbing itch on his foot or burning desire in his pants. Quickly, he yanked his sweats up before she could see anything. It actually felt like he might just get away with this!
“I-I... I got caught on the rope and.... it uh, tickled me a bit....” The young goof lied to the best of his abilities, hoping to move on from this ordeal as soon as possible.
“Oh gosh, you got caught? Well, get back up here so I can keep an eye on you then. I swear, you’re no different than your father sometimes. There hasn’t been an object made yet that you Goofs haven’t found a way to get stuck in.” Peg said as a joke, hoping to lighten the mood from their last conversation.
Max didn’t care, as long as it was all over. Quickly he got back to the front, adjusting himself in such a way that Peg wouldn’t notice his raging erection. He let out a sigh of relief as he sat back.
Just then, a familiar truck pulled up in front of them. Attached to the trunk was a familiar piano with an all too familiar pianist. The only difference this time was a banner attached to the back of the interment that read “honk if your ticklish”.
Peg let out a slight giggle after reading it, the timing being just too perfect. Unable to ignore the coincidence she honked once and playfully nudged Max who’s blood went cold.
Upon hearing the honk of the horn the three sexy cowgirls once more busted from their piano and unbuttoned their tops, flashing the both of then with their luscious breasts. In an instant three pairs of naked tits were on open display for the young Goof’s pleasure. Them being the first that Max had ever physically seen in his adult life.
That was about all he could take. Unable to hold himself back any longer the hair triggered college student began to howl in sexual agony as he exploded over and over again in his pants, forming a growing wet stain as his climax continued.
Peg looked shocked as she saw her passenger thrust over and over again as she tried not to laugh. Meanwhile the three cowgirls and pianist mockingly waved them off as the car turned off on another road, never to be seen again.
Peg tried her best to find the right thing to say. Only laughing as she cooed.
“Oh Max...~”
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