Ok, Milagros. Here's your revenge story! FF/M, nsfw
Mr. Southerland stood, arms across his chest, his face stern, but no longer authoritative. He leaned against the front of his heavy desk. There were no windows in his office, only the dim light from the ceiling fan fixture, and his desk lamp. Lynette sat quietly in her conservative black dress, her slender legs crossed at the knee as she bounced her black pump on one foot nervously. She clasped her hands together in her lap. Her straight black hair sat atop her head in a tight bun. Renee gazed at her from the other chair, stealing sideways glances. She thought about how stunningly beautiful Lynette was, for a woman of 50. She looked not a day over 35, save the silver streak in her jet black hair. Renee's eyes ping ponged back and forth between Lynette and Mr. Southerland, wating for his response. She and Lynette had been perfectly clear and resolute in their demands. Presently, Ryan drew in adeep breath, followed by a heavy sigh. He spoke.
"So that's how you both feel then? There's nothing I can say to make you reconsider?" The tension was a bit much. Lynette turned regally to Renee, offering her the next opportunity to speak. So she did.
"No. This is the restitution we require." She held firm. Lynette nodded subtly in agreement. Ryan sighed again, and clapped his hands, shoulders slumped.
"Ok then. I suppose if there is no other way around it. Meet back here after dinner? Say, 8:00 p.m.?" Both women stood, gathering their belongings. Lynette confirmed.
"8:00. Sounds perfect. Don't be late. Come on, Renee. I'll buy you dinner." Renee turned and followed Lynette out of the office, through the receptionist area, and out to her black BMW sedan. The car was 15 years old, but still nice. Lynette blipped the doors, and Renee got in, leaving her Hyundai parked in the lot. Lynette drive down the street toward the Rainbow Cafe.
"Ok, Hun. This is gonna be a long one, so we should get some protein and carbs. I need a cocktail as well." Renee knodded, laughing wickedly.
"I'm so glad you were on board with this. It's time Ryan Southerland had a taste of his own medicine." Both women smiled villainously.
After a light dinner of pasta and salad, and a couple of cosmopolitans for Lynette, the women returned to 'Master's'. Lynette entered, hips swaying, poised high on her black heels. Renee followed, her perfect bottom rocking back and forth atop her fantastic legs, that terminated with her exquisite feet in candy-apple red pumps. The two of them sauntered through the offices and workshop to the private showroom, where Ryan still had his newest line of pieces on display. Mr. Southerland himself sat in a chair, nervously waiting, watching the clock. Lynette and Renee walzed in at precisely 7:59 p.m. Ryan stood.
"Ok. How do you want to do this, girls?" Renee chuckled. Lynette spoke.
"Why don't we start by you taking off your clothes." Renee grinned to the side, blushing, but clearly enthused. Ryan slipped out of his sneakers and peeled his t-shirt off. He then reluctantly dropped his jeans. He stood in his socks and boxers, suddenly feeling very exposed.
"All of your clothes." Quipped Renee as she motioned toward his boxers and socks. He balked, but reluctantly conceded. He peeled his socks off, showing large, masculine, but nice, shapely feet. He slide his boxers down, revealing his more than expected package. Lynette gasped a bit.
"Oh! Bossman! You didn't tell me you were packing so much heat!" Renee and Ryan both blushed markedly. Lynette did as well, but plainly did not lose any confidence. Ryan stood, naked. His body was somewhere between body-builder and dad bod. His ample gift would have qualified him for porn-star status. Renee took his hand condescendingly.
"Right this way, sweetie. We'll start with the spanking bench." She firmly laid him across the bench, and cuffed his wrists. Lynette applied the ballgag as Renee cuffed his ankles. His breathing was noticably faster, deeper. This moment, he was terrified, and excited. He had dreamt of this happening for a long time, but it was hard to give in and submit, as his dominant side ruled. Also, he was pretty sure these women meant to torture him far beyond the limits of kinky fantasy. Lynette stood back.
"Oh, look, Renee. He's so helpless and vulnerable. Look at those ribs." She poked his ribs playfully as he twitched, fighting the giggles. His muffled protests lost in the ballgag. Renee grinned and stroked his sides with her wicked fingernails.
"I'm pleasantly surprized by how ticklish he is. Did you know you were this ticklish sweetie?" Ryan only giggled into the gag as Renee stroked his sides. Lynette probed insistently into his armpits. He shrank, drawing his arms in, but his restraints were very restrictive. He gave a high-pitched squeal as Lynette and Renee chuckled.
"Awww... does that tickle bossman? Hmmm? You like my nails in those armpits?" Renee listened to Lynette's condescending treatment of their boss. She found the moment very arousing. She decided to join in.
"I bet I can tickle your thighs... and your knees... even your balls... and you can't stop me. You can't even move..." Ryan jerked, laughing hard, high pitched. The panic in his laughter excited Renee. Apparently, it had the same effect on Lynette, who cooed with delight as Ryan trembled, twitching. Renee tickled Ryan's inner thighs, as she noticed his arousal taking hold.
"Whoa! What have we here!? I think he likes it, Lynette! Naughty boy! Do you have a boner?" Ryan blushed from head to toe. He DID have a boner. He could not hide that in his naked state. Lynette leaned back to look between his legs.
"Ohhhh! That IS a boner! Very good! But that is so, so naughty. I think we better give him a spanking." Without missing a beat, Renee grabbed the paddle, and began giving Mr. Southerland's rather shapely bum alternating swats. 'Smack! Smack! Smack!'. Ryan yelped and giggled at the pain with each smack. Lynette continued torturing his armpits as Renee paddled him. His tortured yelps grew louder and louder. He drooled, squealing, begging for mercy into the ballgag. Lynette got bored with this scene, and suggested a change.
"Let's give him a break and chain him to the flogging post." Renee smiled in agreement. She needed to proceed to maintain her arousal. They removed his ballgag as he gasped for breath, moaning. The girls released his restraints and took him to the flogging post. Lynette cuffed his wrists high as Renee blindfolded him. Once secure, Lynette grabbed the flogger.
"Let him have a few lashes." Renee prompted Lynette. The flogger came down hard across Ryan's back. High, then low. Lynette flogged him thoroughly, but not viciously, across his bare ass, his thighs, and his calves. He grunted at first as the flogger landed. Then he screamed. Then he squealed, begging,
"STOP! STOP! PLEASE!" lynette was happy to set the flogger aside as Renee dug into his armpits with her sharp nails. She giggled enthusiastically as he squealed, laughing maniacally.
"NOHOHOHOHO! AAAAAAAARGHAHAHAHAHAAAAA! NO NO! NO NO! HAHAHAHO NONO! AAAARGH!" The girls laughed at his extreme reaction. The desperate pleas and hysterical laughter were delicious. Renee pawed at her crotch, her arousal creeping up. Lynette stepped to Renee and grabbed her by the back of the neck, gently. Before Renee knew what was happening, Lynette kissed her. Renee startled, but relaxed in a moment, kissing Lynette back. The unexpected display caught Renee off-guard, but was not at all unwelcome. Lynette pulled back, smiling wickedly.
"Mmmm. You're a great kisser." before Renee could answer, Lynette continued. "Let's put him on the cross." Renee almost jumped for joy. The girls transfered Ryan to the St. Andrew's Cross. He leaned back uncomfortably as the girls strapped his wrists and ankles in. Lynette produced a pair of sinister-looking nipple clamps, and applied them slowly as Renee removed his blindfold. He sucked in through his teeth as the clamps bit down. He protested.
"Easy! Easy! That's sharp!" Renee teased him.
"Awww... does it hurt, sweetie? I can make it better." She reached up and teased his nipples, each with a single fingernail. He immediately gasped and began chasing breath, fighting laughter. Renee chuckled as Lynette dug into his hips.
"AAAAAAHAHAHA! NOOOOOO! STAAAAAAAAAWP! STOHOHOHOPIT! NO NO NO!" His laughter ensued again, tears streaming from his eyes. His cock stood straight out, stiff as a board. It smacked his thighs comically as he twisted and struggled. Lynette and Renee laughed at his reaction. Renee grabbed the tickler and dragged it back and forth across his tummy. He giggled like a hyper little boy, as she tormented him with the feathers, and poked at his ribs with her nails. Lynette grew bold, and began gently tugging and stroking his balls. The tickling was terrible, but he could not escape it. He cackled like a madman as the girls tickle tortured his pits, ribs, sides, hips, stomach, thighs, and balls. Every touch of their wicked nails was like a spike in a ticklish Iron Maiden. He faught until he could no longer. His laughter grew breathless and silent. He slumped, no longer standing on his own.
"Awww. Is that enough of the cross, Bossman?" Lynette teased. "We better let him sit down." Renee chuckled her agreement. They unstrapped him and dragged his barely ambulatory frame to the stocks. He huffed and puffed, almost incoherent. As Lynette chained his wrists high, and Renee clapped his ankles in the board, he regained clarity. The sight of his own bare feet in the stocks sent a shot of fresh panic throught him.
"Oh, fuck! NO! NO NO NO! NOT THE STOCKS! PLEASE NOT THE STOCKS! I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY! I...I WON'T TICKLE YOU EVER AGAIN! RAISES! I'LL GIVE YOU RAISES!" The girls laughed wickedly. Lynette remarked.
"Listen to him, Hun. You think he might have ticklish feetsies?" Renee cackled before answering.
"I can't wait to find out. His feet are so soft for a man. I bet they are super ticklish!" As the girls laughed, Ryan begged.
"NO NO! NO NO! NOT MY FEET! DON'T! DON'T DO IT!" but the girls were not going to listen.
"Awwww, Lynette. He really doesn't want us to tickle his feet! It must be his worst spot!" Lynette grinned big, her tongue out.
"I know, right!? Don't worry Bossman. We won't hurt you. We are just gonna tickle these tootsies til you lose your mind!" Renee giggled at Lynette's taunting.
"I'm gonna get in between those toesies so, so good!" Ryan continued pleading.
"Please! Ladies! Not my feet! Anything but my feet! Seriously... anything!" but they didn't want anything else. Renee's nails stroked slowly up the bottom of his left foot as Lynette's crawled up his right. The tickles shot up his legs as he curled his toes. The girls dragged their nails up and down his wrinkly soles as he wailed.
"NOOOOOOOOHOHOHOHOHOOOO! AAAAAAAAAAARGHAAAAARGHAAAAAAARGHAHAHAHAHAAAA!" Ryan exploded in mad guffaws of involuntary laughter. His feet twitched and trembled, his toes curling and wiggling. He could not stand a second of the torturous foot tickles. The girls stared at his feet, intoxicated by his extreme reactions. Both of them at peak arousal, they continued gleefully tormenting Mr. Southerland's sensitive feet. He was at peak arousal as well. As Lynette grabbed the coconut oil and the silicone brush, Renee tied his toes back hard, wiggling her nails between his toes, giggling at his panicked reactions. Once his toes were tied. Lynette poured the oil over his stretched, helpless, vulnerable bare arches and slathered every inch of his bare feet. He could not form words when the brush touched his slippery foot-bottoms. He erupted immediately in the most frantic laughter of his life.
"ARGHAAAAAAARGHAAAAAAAA! NNNNNAHAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAAA! GOHOHOHAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" The girls giggled gleefully as they tortured his helpless, ticklish feet far beyond his tolerance. Renee let Lynette have the honor, as she clicked on the vibrator, and applied it to his engorged member. He came immediately, and hard, squirting all over as he wailed, laughing. The orgasm only served to make his feet more sensitive. He descended into breathless, raspy laughter as Renee vibed him through two more orgasms, while Lynette villainously tormented his bare feet. Finally, the girls decided he had had enough. Renee switched off the vibrator, and cleaned herself up with wipes and a towel. She cooed gently as she cleaned Ryan as well. Lynette ceased tickling, and towelled the oil off of Ryan's feet. They released him, and he rolled out of the stocks, and crawled to his clothes, huffing and puffing. He managed to stand uneasily, and pull his clothes on. He gasped, looking at the silently grinning and gloating girls.
"Are we even then?" He asked, annoyed, but very gratified. The girls checked eachother with a look. Lynette turned and answered.
"We are." To which Ryan replied.
"Ok. Ok then. You two get outta here. Go home. I'll clean up in here. Drive safe. See you Monday." The girls agreed. They gathered their things, and left. They stopped, briefly, in the parking lot, at Lynette's behest.
"Renee. You could... come over... if you want. I'll make you a drink..." Renee was immediately flattered, and a bit taken aback.
"You, you want me to come over? To... to your... house?" She unconsciously stepped closer to Lynette.
"If... you want to. I mean... you don't have too... but... If you do want to... I'd... I'd like it if you did." Renee came closer, right up to Lynette. She took her hand and stared at it, then looked up into her eyes.
"You want me to come over? For a drink? Not for anything else?" Renee turned her head. She was uncomfortable with the question, but wanted Lynette's answer. Lynette did answer.
"...and... maybe... a little... tickle fight?" Lynette bit her lip like a nervous school girl. She shifted her weight back and forth between her crossed legs, her high heels clacking on the pavement. Renee froze, shocked, mouth agape, eyes wide. She choked on her words, then found them.
"Ah... uh... y... you want me to come over to your house and have a... tickle fight!?" Lynette blushed, shying away, then slowly gazed back to Renee.
"Um... yeah. Yeah I do." Renee warmed, blushing, her loins already tingling at the idea. She tried to hide her enthusiasm.
"I... I'd like that. Hahahmmhmmm!" Her giggle sent chills up Lynette's spine. Lynette blipped her car doors, and helped Renee into the car. She got in the driver's seat and started the car. She pulled out and drove away, headed for home. She could not wait to dig her nails into Renee's tender skin. The idea made her loins burn with anticipation. Renee stared straight, grinning, stealing giggly glances at Lynette. As they pulled onto the main road, Lynette's hand came down on Renee's thigh. She immediately filled with panic. She thought to herself 'Shit! What am I getting myself into?'.
Mr. Southerland stood, arms across his chest, his face stern, but no longer authoritative. He leaned against the front of his heavy desk. There were no windows in his office, only the dim light from the ceiling fan fixture, and his desk lamp. Lynette sat quietly in her conservative black dress, her slender legs crossed at the knee as she bounced her black pump on one foot nervously. She clasped her hands together in her lap. Her straight black hair sat atop her head in a tight bun. Renee gazed at her from the other chair, stealing sideways glances. She thought about how stunningly beautiful Lynette was, for a woman of 50. She looked not a day over 35, save the silver streak in her jet black hair. Renee's eyes ping ponged back and forth between Lynette and Mr. Southerland, wating for his response. She and Lynette had been perfectly clear and resolute in their demands. Presently, Ryan drew in adeep breath, followed by a heavy sigh. He spoke.
"So that's how you both feel then? There's nothing I can say to make you reconsider?" The tension was a bit much. Lynette turned regally to Renee, offering her the next opportunity to speak. So she did.
"No. This is the restitution we require." She held firm. Lynette nodded subtly in agreement. Ryan sighed again, and clapped his hands, shoulders slumped.
"Ok then. I suppose if there is no other way around it. Meet back here after dinner? Say, 8:00 p.m.?" Both women stood, gathering their belongings. Lynette confirmed.
"8:00. Sounds perfect. Don't be late. Come on, Renee. I'll buy you dinner." Renee turned and followed Lynette out of the office, through the receptionist area, and out to her black BMW sedan. The car was 15 years old, but still nice. Lynette blipped the doors, and Renee got in, leaving her Hyundai parked in the lot. Lynette drive down the street toward the Rainbow Cafe.
"Ok, Hun. This is gonna be a long one, so we should get some protein and carbs. I need a cocktail as well." Renee knodded, laughing wickedly.
"I'm so glad you were on board with this. It's time Ryan Southerland had a taste of his own medicine." Both women smiled villainously.
After a light dinner of pasta and salad, and a couple of cosmopolitans for Lynette, the women returned to 'Master's'. Lynette entered, hips swaying, poised high on her black heels. Renee followed, her perfect bottom rocking back and forth atop her fantastic legs, that terminated with her exquisite feet in candy-apple red pumps. The two of them sauntered through the offices and workshop to the private showroom, where Ryan still had his newest line of pieces on display. Mr. Southerland himself sat in a chair, nervously waiting, watching the clock. Lynette and Renee walzed in at precisely 7:59 p.m. Ryan stood.
"Ok. How do you want to do this, girls?" Renee chuckled. Lynette spoke.
"Why don't we start by you taking off your clothes." Renee grinned to the side, blushing, but clearly enthused. Ryan slipped out of his sneakers and peeled his t-shirt off. He then reluctantly dropped his jeans. He stood in his socks and boxers, suddenly feeling very exposed.
"All of your clothes." Quipped Renee as she motioned toward his boxers and socks. He balked, but reluctantly conceded. He peeled his socks off, showing large, masculine, but nice, shapely feet. He slide his boxers down, revealing his more than expected package. Lynette gasped a bit.
"Oh! Bossman! You didn't tell me you were packing so much heat!" Renee and Ryan both blushed markedly. Lynette did as well, but plainly did not lose any confidence. Ryan stood, naked. His body was somewhere between body-builder and dad bod. His ample gift would have qualified him for porn-star status. Renee took his hand condescendingly.
"Right this way, sweetie. We'll start with the spanking bench." She firmly laid him across the bench, and cuffed his wrists. Lynette applied the ballgag as Renee cuffed his ankles. His breathing was noticably faster, deeper. This moment, he was terrified, and excited. He had dreamt of this happening for a long time, but it was hard to give in and submit, as his dominant side ruled. Also, he was pretty sure these women meant to torture him far beyond the limits of kinky fantasy. Lynette stood back.
"Oh, look, Renee. He's so helpless and vulnerable. Look at those ribs." She poked his ribs playfully as he twitched, fighting the giggles. His muffled protests lost in the ballgag. Renee grinned and stroked his sides with her wicked fingernails.
"I'm pleasantly surprized by how ticklish he is. Did you know you were this ticklish sweetie?" Ryan only giggled into the gag as Renee stroked his sides. Lynette probed insistently into his armpits. He shrank, drawing his arms in, but his restraints were very restrictive. He gave a high-pitched squeal as Lynette and Renee chuckled.
"Awww... does that tickle bossman? Hmmm? You like my nails in those armpits?" Renee listened to Lynette's condescending treatment of their boss. She found the moment very arousing. She decided to join in.
"I bet I can tickle your thighs... and your knees... even your balls... and you can't stop me. You can't even move..." Ryan jerked, laughing hard, high pitched. The panic in his laughter excited Renee. Apparently, it had the same effect on Lynette, who cooed with delight as Ryan trembled, twitching. Renee tickled Ryan's inner thighs, as she noticed his arousal taking hold.
"Whoa! What have we here!? I think he likes it, Lynette! Naughty boy! Do you have a boner?" Ryan blushed from head to toe. He DID have a boner. He could not hide that in his naked state. Lynette leaned back to look between his legs.
"Ohhhh! That IS a boner! Very good! But that is so, so naughty. I think we better give him a spanking." Without missing a beat, Renee grabbed the paddle, and began giving Mr. Southerland's rather shapely bum alternating swats. 'Smack! Smack! Smack!'. Ryan yelped and giggled at the pain with each smack. Lynette continued torturing his armpits as Renee paddled him. His tortured yelps grew louder and louder. He drooled, squealing, begging for mercy into the ballgag. Lynette got bored with this scene, and suggested a change.
"Let's give him a break and chain him to the flogging post." Renee smiled in agreement. She needed to proceed to maintain her arousal. They removed his ballgag as he gasped for breath, moaning. The girls released his restraints and took him to the flogging post. Lynette cuffed his wrists high as Renee blindfolded him. Once secure, Lynette grabbed the flogger.
"Let him have a few lashes." Renee prompted Lynette. The flogger came down hard across Ryan's back. High, then low. Lynette flogged him thoroughly, but not viciously, across his bare ass, his thighs, and his calves. He grunted at first as the flogger landed. Then he screamed. Then he squealed, begging,
"STOP! STOP! PLEASE!" lynette was happy to set the flogger aside as Renee dug into his armpits with her sharp nails. She giggled enthusiastically as he squealed, laughing maniacally.
"NOHOHOHOHO! AAAAAAAARGHAHAHAHAHAAAAA! NO NO! NO NO! HAHAHAHO NONO! AAAARGH!" The girls laughed at his extreme reaction. The desperate pleas and hysterical laughter were delicious. Renee pawed at her crotch, her arousal creeping up. Lynette stepped to Renee and grabbed her by the back of the neck, gently. Before Renee knew what was happening, Lynette kissed her. Renee startled, but relaxed in a moment, kissing Lynette back. The unexpected display caught Renee off-guard, but was not at all unwelcome. Lynette pulled back, smiling wickedly.
"Mmmm. You're a great kisser." before Renee could answer, Lynette continued. "Let's put him on the cross." Renee almost jumped for joy. The girls transfered Ryan to the St. Andrew's Cross. He leaned back uncomfortably as the girls strapped his wrists and ankles in. Lynette produced a pair of sinister-looking nipple clamps, and applied them slowly as Renee removed his blindfold. He sucked in through his teeth as the clamps bit down. He protested.
"Easy! Easy! That's sharp!" Renee teased him.
"Awww... does it hurt, sweetie? I can make it better." She reached up and teased his nipples, each with a single fingernail. He immediately gasped and began chasing breath, fighting laughter. Renee chuckled as Lynette dug into his hips.
"AAAAAAHAHAHA! NOOOOOO! STAAAAAAAAAWP! STOHOHOHOPIT! NO NO NO!" His laughter ensued again, tears streaming from his eyes. His cock stood straight out, stiff as a board. It smacked his thighs comically as he twisted and struggled. Lynette and Renee laughed at his reaction. Renee grabbed the tickler and dragged it back and forth across his tummy. He giggled like a hyper little boy, as she tormented him with the feathers, and poked at his ribs with her nails. Lynette grew bold, and began gently tugging and stroking his balls. The tickling was terrible, but he could not escape it. He cackled like a madman as the girls tickle tortured his pits, ribs, sides, hips, stomach, thighs, and balls. Every touch of their wicked nails was like a spike in a ticklish Iron Maiden. He faught until he could no longer. His laughter grew breathless and silent. He slumped, no longer standing on his own.
"Awww. Is that enough of the cross, Bossman?" Lynette teased. "We better let him sit down." Renee chuckled her agreement. They unstrapped him and dragged his barely ambulatory frame to the stocks. He huffed and puffed, almost incoherent. As Lynette chained his wrists high, and Renee clapped his ankles in the board, he regained clarity. The sight of his own bare feet in the stocks sent a shot of fresh panic throught him.
"Oh, fuck! NO! NO NO NO! NOT THE STOCKS! PLEASE NOT THE STOCKS! I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY! I...I WON'T TICKLE YOU EVER AGAIN! RAISES! I'LL GIVE YOU RAISES!" The girls laughed wickedly. Lynette remarked.
"Listen to him, Hun. You think he might have ticklish feetsies?" Renee cackled before answering.
"I can't wait to find out. His feet are so soft for a man. I bet they are super ticklish!" As the girls laughed, Ryan begged.
"NO NO! NO NO! NOT MY FEET! DON'T! DON'T DO IT!" but the girls were not going to listen.
"Awwww, Lynette. He really doesn't want us to tickle his feet! It must be his worst spot!" Lynette grinned big, her tongue out.
"I know, right!? Don't worry Bossman. We won't hurt you. We are just gonna tickle these tootsies til you lose your mind!" Renee giggled at Lynette's taunting.
"I'm gonna get in between those toesies so, so good!" Ryan continued pleading.
"Please! Ladies! Not my feet! Anything but my feet! Seriously... anything!" but they didn't want anything else. Renee's nails stroked slowly up the bottom of his left foot as Lynette's crawled up his right. The tickles shot up his legs as he curled his toes. The girls dragged their nails up and down his wrinkly soles as he wailed.
"NOOOOOOOOHOHOHOHOHOOOO! AAAAAAAAAAARGHAAAAARGHAAAAAAARGHAHAHAHAHAAAA!" Ryan exploded in mad guffaws of involuntary laughter. His feet twitched and trembled, his toes curling and wiggling. He could not stand a second of the torturous foot tickles. The girls stared at his feet, intoxicated by his extreme reactions. Both of them at peak arousal, they continued gleefully tormenting Mr. Southerland's sensitive feet. He was at peak arousal as well. As Lynette grabbed the coconut oil and the silicone brush, Renee tied his toes back hard, wiggling her nails between his toes, giggling at his panicked reactions. Once his toes were tied. Lynette poured the oil over his stretched, helpless, vulnerable bare arches and slathered every inch of his bare feet. He could not form words when the brush touched his slippery foot-bottoms. He erupted immediately in the most frantic laughter of his life.
"ARGHAAAAAAARGHAAAAAAAA! NNNNNAHAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAAA! GOHOHOHAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" The girls giggled gleefully as they tortured his helpless, ticklish feet far beyond his tolerance. Renee let Lynette have the honor, as she clicked on the vibrator, and applied it to his engorged member. He came immediately, and hard, squirting all over as he wailed, laughing. The orgasm only served to make his feet more sensitive. He descended into breathless, raspy laughter as Renee vibed him through two more orgasms, while Lynette villainously tormented his bare feet. Finally, the girls decided he had had enough. Renee switched off the vibrator, and cleaned herself up with wipes and a towel. She cooed gently as she cleaned Ryan as well. Lynette ceased tickling, and towelled the oil off of Ryan's feet. They released him, and he rolled out of the stocks, and crawled to his clothes, huffing and puffing. He managed to stand uneasily, and pull his clothes on. He gasped, looking at the silently grinning and gloating girls.
"Are we even then?" He asked, annoyed, but very gratified. The girls checked eachother with a look. Lynette turned and answered.
"We are." To which Ryan replied.
"Ok. Ok then. You two get outta here. Go home. I'll clean up in here. Drive safe. See you Monday." The girls agreed. They gathered their things, and left. They stopped, briefly, in the parking lot, at Lynette's behest.
"Renee. You could... come over... if you want. I'll make you a drink..." Renee was immediately flattered, and a bit taken aback.
"You, you want me to come over? To... to your... house?" She unconsciously stepped closer to Lynette.
"If... you want to. I mean... you don't have too... but... If you do want to... I'd... I'd like it if you did." Renee came closer, right up to Lynette. She took her hand and stared at it, then looked up into her eyes.
"You want me to come over? For a drink? Not for anything else?" Renee turned her head. She was uncomfortable with the question, but wanted Lynette's answer. Lynette did answer.
"...and... maybe... a little... tickle fight?" Lynette bit her lip like a nervous school girl. She shifted her weight back and forth between her crossed legs, her high heels clacking on the pavement. Renee froze, shocked, mouth agape, eyes wide. She choked on her words, then found them.
"Ah... uh... y... you want me to come over to your house and have a... tickle fight!?" Lynette blushed, shying away, then slowly gazed back to Renee.
"Um... yeah. Yeah I do." Renee warmed, blushing, her loins already tingling at the idea. She tried to hide her enthusiasm.
"I... I'd like that. Hahahmmhmmm!" Her giggle sent chills up Lynette's spine. Lynette blipped her car doors, and helped Renee into the car. She got in the driver's seat and started the car. She pulled out and drove away, headed for home. She could not wait to dig her nails into Renee's tender skin. The idea made her loins burn with anticipation. Renee stared straight, grinning, stealing giggly glances at Lynette. As they pulled onto the main road, Lynette's hand came down on Renee's thigh. She immediately filled with panic. She thought to herself 'Shit! What am I getting myself into?'.
