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Jenni The Clown 5: Something Wicked F/M and F/F

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I can't see her tonight. I have never felt this way about a girl before. Even one night is too much... My whole life has changed. And it has changed for the better because I met her. I am not a religious man, but I think the love we have could fill endless pages in a book that fate has written with an aching heart.

These thoughts ran through my head as I finished the last Bud Lite in the fridge and prepared for bed. My cell began to ring. I look at the screen. It's Mandy. Fuck Mandy. I've been done with her for over a year now. She just won't take the hint. I hit the cancel button and walk into the bedroom.

I walk in. My shirt comes off. Then my pants and underwear. I turn out the lights. I crawl into bed, plugging in my cell phone to charge overnight as I sleep. And I close my eyes. I dream.





I am on top of her... Her arms wrap lovingly around me... I am inside of her... Feeling her soft moist skin on my cock... The nerves in my penis are on fire... I tremble with each thrust... She sings softly to me... I cum inside of her... the cushion of her magnificent bosom makes me feel as though I am in the arms of a warm, trembling, vibrating pillow... My semen shoots inside of her... She holds me tight... She chuckles as I tremble in her arms... She strokes her fingers through my hair...

“Thatta boy” she whispers... She rubs my back... “I've got you” Her voice soothes me...

Then something happens... I feel a tickle... soft and teasingly on my tummy... I stifle a giggle and...





I jolt awake.

“What the fuck?” I look up and see Mandy. Her short blonde hair and face vaguely reminding me of Geena Davis in The Long Kiss Goodnight. She is dressed in a black corset concealing and pushing up her D cups and tight black jeans. Stiletto heals on her leather boots reminded me of the Sci-fi channel show, Black Scorpion. She looks down at me with a smile. I panic. I raise my arm to push her away... but I can't. I can't move my arm. I can't move anything. SHE HAS TIED ME DOWN!

“You bitch! What the fuck are you doing here?!!!”

She pats my head like one would a dog.

“Oh, stop it. I never gave you back your key, remember?”

She's right. It had totally slipped my mind. The break-up had been hard enough. I was just happy that she had gotten her shit out. It never occurred to me that I hadn't gotten the key back. I struggle with my bonds. She giggles.

“You never could beat those knots, could ya? Relax. It's just a precaution.”

“A precaution for what? That I would shove you into the oven like the witch you are???!!”

She gives me a devil's glare for a moment.

“Name calling won't help you. I just want to talk. You won't answer my calls. You won't give me a chance to speak my mind. It's not fair.”

I remember the infidelities she had committed during our relationship. The fetishists that would blow up her phone with texts like “please tie me again... I miss your touch...”. I would never go back to a cheater. Next to rape and murder, it is the one thing a person can do that can never be justified.

“Untie me and leave right now, or I will have you arrested.” I try to keep my voice calm and cool so she will see I am serious.

“That's no way to treat an old friend.” She says. She lowers her hand to my groin. She runs a finger up and down the length of my shaft. Up and down... After a moment, I begin to stiffen.

“See”, She smiles, “I just want to be friendly”.

She leans down and takes me into her mouth. I feel her tongue swirling along the tender patch of skin on the underside of my cock. I moan against my will. Memories come flooding back of her wonderful bedroom talents. Before long, I am hard as a rock. She stops and raises her head back up as her hand softly masturbates me.

“You missed me. I can tell. I know you've been seeing that...entertainer... but is she really the same lover I am?”

“She...” My loyalty kicks in and I look up at Mandy with a fierce gaze, “She is the love of my life! You will never equal her. You are a slut! No more! No less!”

Mandy stops groping my shaft and looks at me with a smile that sends chills down my spine.

“I can make you...”

I have no idea what she is talking about, but fear overwhelms me. It's no secret to anyone who knows Mandy that she has a dark side. I try to stay my ground.

“Let... Me... Go!”

She leans in until her face is only an inch from mine.

“I have an AMAZING memory you know...”

“Let... Me... Go!”

“I remember that the first couple of times you were inside of me...” Her voice was husky and sensual, “It always took a bit for you to cum... I came until I was sore but you weren't done. I had no idea how to deal with it... I was too tender after so many orgasms and it hurt when you kept thrusting.”

I knew what she was getting at and pulled against my bonds in a futile attempt.

“You certainly had a lot of stamina... until that night...”

I tried one more time.

“LET... ME... GO!”

“You were inside of me. I was on top of you. I held you tight. And my pinky nail grazed your side. That was the end of you. Hahaha. You came almost instantly. I wonder... are you still ticklish?”

“NO!”

“I believe... the spot in question... was somewhere around... here”

Her finger grazed a spot on my side just above my right hip. I immediately clamped my mouth shut. I am not ticklish today, I told myself.

“Yeppers. I remember. One stroke there and not only did you cum but you gave me the cutest little giggle.”

She grazed again.

“I miss that, you know. I miss hearing you giggle.”

And again.

“Won't you smile for me?

I give her the harshest look I can imagine.

“You are fucking nuts.”

She pouts for a moment.

“You know, I think the problem here is that you still feel somewhat in control. Big boy wants to fight. Let's fix that.”

She stands up and pulls down her pants revealing black satin underwear. I smell her wetness. My cock twitches. She sees it. She gets back on the bed and straddles me. My cock is still hard as I feel the warm satin against my manhood. She looks down at me.

“How in control do you feel now, Honey?”

There she was, on top of me. I couldn't move at all. I had been able to squirm before but not now. Not with her weighing me down. I felt panic. She wiggled her fingers menacingly above me with a playful smile revealing her perfect teeth. A joker grin that I was worried would be infectious.

I am not ticklish today, I told myself again.

“Don't worry. I won't hurt you. But I am gonna tickle you. I am gonna tickle and tickle and tickle and there is nothing you can do about it. And I know I am right about you because I just felt your cock throb when I said the word 'tickle'. Oh jeepers, there it goes again. Hehe.”

Her fingers wiggled, tickling the air. My lips were pursed.

“I can't remember. Did you ever meet my little brother, Ian?” She asked, fingers still wiggling. I couldn't recall. I don't think I had.

“He's Four years younger than me.” She announced, “When we were kids I used to play with him. I would tackle him to the ground and tell him that I was a tickle detective and I could pin point all of his tickle spots. He would squirm before I even touched him. He was really thin too, kinda like you. You could see his ribs with no difficulty whatsoever.

She placed her fingertips on my ribcage.

“I would tell him that the tickle detective was looking for the giggle box that was hidden in a brave little boy who had dared to doubt her power. That she would deduce just how to find it.”

Her fingertips began to stroke in a very gentle manner. She was absolutely right. My ribs jutted out. It was no problem at all for her to stroke her fingers in between them. So gentle. As if she was finger-painting.

I am NOT ticklish today.

“The tickle detective knows where the giggles are... She'll find them...”

She began to speak in a mock British accent.

“Let's examine the clues: The skin here is very smooth. That's a sure sign of sensitivity.”

The soft touch was making me want to squirm so bad. I AM NOT TICKLISH TODAY!

“Subject is showing traces of discomfort. Most notably the clenched eyelids and the quickened breathing.” She continued 'detecting'. Her fingers began to tickle my ribs with little fluttering motions. It felt like several butterflies were flapping their wings against my naked skin.

“There are noticeable twitches near the corners of his mouth. The giggle box is certainly nearby.”

Her evil fingers began to creep up near my armpits.

“Must consult my assistant, Madam Kicheekew.”

Her fingers were just under my armpits. She began to speak as two different personalities. One was the British tickle detective, and the other was the Chinese Madam.

“What do you think, Madam?”

“He is certainly showing signs of a struggle. He knows he can't move and it is my experience that boys cannot hide 'evidence' when you give their underarms a thorough search.”

“Ah. Jolly good idea, Madam.”

Her fingertips wiggled in my armpits. I tried to hide the grin forming on my face, but I couldn't. It was clear as day. The detective spoke again.

“I think our search is almost over. Don't you think, Madam?”

The Madam spoke up again now.

“Please call me...” She leaned in and looked into my eyes with that joker grin “...KICHEEKEW!!!!!”

I broke under the tease.

“Heheheeeheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheh ehe”

She laughed triumphantly.

“See? I told you. No little boy can resist the tickle detective. She always gets her man. Coochie coo, lover...”

“Hahahahahhahahahhhhahahahhahehehehehehehehehehehe hehehehehhehehehe”

“Coochie coochie cooo! There's the giggle I missed hearing! Tickle tickle tickle! Oh, under the arms is terrible isn't it?”

She stopped for a moment and I tried to catch my breath.

“How are you feeling?” She rocked against my cock. The satin glided over sensitive skin. I moaned. She winked.

“That's good.”

She turned around so I couldn't see what she was doing. I felt a fingertip stroke up my left sole.

“Hehehe”

“Tickles?” She asked redundantly. Another stroke. This time along the instep.

“Hehehehe”

Another stroke. Under the toes.

“Hehehehehe”

“Feet are ALWAYS tickly. But I just want to play for a bit.”

Another stroke. The tops of my toes.

“Hehehe”

“They wiggled. Haha.”

Little nails fluttering near my instep.

“Hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe”

I hated to admit it, but it was fun. She was so playful. It was like a fun little tickle game.

“Whee!” She glided the nails up and down the length of my instep and arch.

“Hehehehehehehehehehehehehehhe”

She turned to look at my giggling face and gave me a saucy look.

“My, he likes the tickles. He is just so happy right now. Just a little tickle on the bottom of the foot makes him giggle and blush. I love it. Coochie coo...”

“Hehehehehehehehahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah ahahahahahahahaha”

“Uh oh. The tickle machine is on the move!” She warned. I felt the fluttering nails on my ankles... then my calves... then my kneecaps...

“Tickle tickle tickle”

“Heheheheheheehehahahahahhahahahah”

“It's coming to get you! Whatever will we do?”

Tickles on my inner thighs. Panic overwhelms me.

“PLEEHEHEHEHHAHAAASSEEEE NOHOHOHOHO!”

“Oh no! It's coming for your privates! Be strong, Honey! Tough it out!

The fingertips reached my balls and ass-crack. My laughter crescendo-ed.

“HEHEHEHEHEHAHAEHAEHAEHAEHAHEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHHA HAHAHAHAHEHHEHEHEHEHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH”

“I can't turn the machine off! Hang in there, Baby! I know you can do it! I believe in you! Oh dear, it must be unbearable!”

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA”

The spidery touches on my balls and my bottom were too much. I felt like I was going to pass out.

“Oh my! I can't imagine how all the nerves in your balls can take this punishment. The tickle machine is set on 'Butterfly kisses' mode. I can't shut it off! And your poor bottom is shaking so much!”

She leaned down and took my cock into her mouth again. I came within moments. She swallowed every bit of my semen. After a few minutes, she brought her head up.

“Now that I am done with you.” I have a little surprise for you.

Mandy hopped off of the bed and went to the closet. She opened the door and I looked inside the closet to see my girlfriend unconscious.

“Now, Colin. Let's see if the tickle detective can track her giggle box. Her name is Jenni, right?”





Colin looked down at Jenni's unconscious form, and then back up at Mandy. I couldn't believe it. Mandy had even stripped off all of Jenni's clothes.

“What do you want? You can't possibly be serious. I know your jealousy is universal, but you can't possibly think that torturing my girlfriend is gonna make me want you.”

Mandy had begun dragging Jenni's body toward the bed. Her voice strained softly as she responded.

“Yeah, well, maybe I have changed my mind. Maybe I don't care anymore if you take me back. Maybe my interests are not the same at this point...”

She placed Jenni on the bed next to me and proceeded to bind her in a similar manner that she had with me. After she finished tying, she looked back at me with a smirk.

“It's a woman's prerogative to change her mind. Maybe I've decided that losing you is worth it... as long as I can have some fun first. I mean, I'll give you this much: You have great taste in girls. Her body is amazing.”

I didn't know what to think anymore. This was insane. I couldn't understand Mandy's motivation to save my life. Could she really be doing ALL of this just because she was bored and felt like it?

“Lemme ask ya something, Colin. What were you dreaming about before you woke up tonight?”

I was dreaming about making love to my girlfriend, you bitch, I thought to myself. I lied.

“I don't remember.”

She knew I was lying. I could tell from the way she looked at me.

“You don't remember a little... jolt... that woke you?”

The tummy tickle. I remembered. I didn't answer her.

“It's another great way to find out if somebody is ticklish. When someone is asleep, they aren't able to fight the sensation. But the mind still feels the tickle. And the body reacts with no way to mask the physical response. I'll show you. Watch.”

I watched as Mandy lowered a finger to Jenni's lower tummy and gave her a gentle tickle in the form of a brief stroke below the bellybutton. She was rewarded when Jenni's tummy twitched and I heard Jenni giggle softly in her sleep. Mandy smiled.

“See. Now I know that she has a tender tummy. And I'm sure that's not all either. Now, let's get this party started.”

Mandy took one of my socks and gagged me with it. I guess she didn't want me to talk once Jenni had awakened. She stroked Jenni's tummy again a couple more times until Jenni woke up. Jenni gazed up at Mandy. She had to have been so confused. She had never met Mandy before. She truly had no idea what was going on.

“Who are you? Why am I here? What...”

Mandy whispered.

“Shhhh. It's okay. I'm not gonna hurt you. Colin is fine. Just relax.”

Mandy reached down and used her nails to tease the sides of Jenni's neck. Jenni scrunched her neck a little. Mandy giggled.

“Hehe. Ticklish?”

Jenni realized what Mandy was up to and relaxed, letting Mandy tickle her, but clamping her mouth shut. She would endure it till she could figure out how to get away.

“I think you are. With skin as smooth as yours, you have to be.”

“No. I'm not.” Jenni retorted with a surprisingly calm tone. Jenni was very sure of herself. She wasn't going to give Jenni any satisfaction. She knew how to fight off the sensation once it started. She was a master tickler herself after all. I was so proud of her. Mandy pouted.

“Everybody is ticklish somewhere. Don't be so confident.” Mandy got a idea. “Let's try a different spot, shall we?”

“Knock yourself out. I could use a massage.” Jenni shot back.

Mandy walked down to the end of the bed near Jenni's feet. She looked Jenni in the eye.

“I once saw a video online where this girl was having to keep composure and read from a script while she was having her feet tickled. It was so much fun watching her break down after a while. I honestly think us girls are more ticklish there than guys are.”

Mandy began to poke randomly and gently at Jenni's exposed feet.

“It's just a little game of seek and destroy. Once I find your tickle points, you will be mine.”

A poke on Jenni's heels did not do much.

A couple prods at her insteps causes her feet to wiggle briefly.

Her toes wiggled a little when a fingernail lightly poked the middle of her arch.

Mandy teased.

“Oh, c'mon. I thought clowns liked to laugh. I know this tickles. Your feet are spilling all of your secrets, girl.”

It was true. Jenni's feet were twitching and wiggling at certain touches. But she remained stone-faced. She was a rock. I had never seen anything like it.

“Smile! Bring joy to my life, clown.” Mandy's voice was cruel but still somewhat playful. She had begun poking under Jenni's toes. Mandy stopped and grabbed one foot to hold it still. She pulled the toes back and resumed her torturous poking under the toes at random points.

“Pokey pokey pokey... I can do this all day.”

Jenni looked just as determined as ever. She might actually survive this, I thought.

Then... it happened...

“C'mon, clown. Laugh. You know... 'Hee hee hee...ha ha ha...'”

Something had affected Jenni. I couldn't tell what. But her lips had quickly stretched into a smile and disappeared again. It was only a moment of weakness, but Mandy had seen it.

“Uh oh. I saw a smile. Does the clown wanna smile?”

Mandy figured it out. Laughter. A clown's best friend. It was so simple. Laughter is contagious.

“You sure are one tough cookie, clown. I would never be able to take tickles under my toes like this. I am too damn ticklish there. Hehe. Strange. I can almost feel it myself. Hehehe. So ticklish, huh? Hehehehehe...”

The smile came back to Jenni's face as she looked Mandy in the eye and she saw it: The rosy cheeks, the happy smile, the eyes squinting slightly as the corners of the mouth were stretched wide...

Mandy switched tactics and dragged a nail up and down Jenni's instep.

“My word, girls like us are so ticklish on our feet. Hehehehehehehehe. Here near the arch is like ants under our skin. Heheheheheheheeh. Just thinking about it, I can't stop giggling. Hehehehehehehehehehe.

Jenni couldn't hold back anymore.

“Hehehehehehahahahahahahahahaha noohohohohohoott theeeheheheherrreee”

Mandy was delighted.

“I knoohohow riihihight. It's soohohooho tiihihckliihish. Hehehehehehehehehe.”

“Haahahahhhahahahhahahahahhahahhahahahhehehhehahah ahaha”

It was truly a sight to behold. Both the victim and her tormentor were both giggling like schoolgirls. I felt myself getting excited again. My penis started to rise.

Mandy stopped and moved back to Jenni's upperbody. She poked the sides of Jenni's large breasts.

“And here on the sides of our tits near the ribs is just awful. Hehehehehehehehe.
Tickle tickle tickle. Hehehehehhehehhe.”

Jenny began to bounce up and down on the bed, laughing.

“HAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHA”

She began to spider her fingers all over Jenni's jiggling breasts, even tweaking the nipples every now and then. Jenni was beside herself.

“HHEHAHEHHEHAHAHEhehAheaheHEHAEHaHeHHAehaheAHehAhe aAHehEAHahEhAE”

“Even GUYS are ticklish here. Watch.”

Mandy tweaked my right nipple while still tickling Jenni. I muffled a giggle into my gag. Mandy and Jenni laughed. Mandy had the whole room tickled pink (no pun intended). We were all just laughing and laughing and laughing. Mandy began to take off her shoes and socks while she tickled Jenni's poor tits.

“God, Jenni, your nipples could cut diamonds right about now and I can smell you from here. Hehehehehehehehe. I can smell your wetness in your pussy. Heheheheheehe. Mind if I help out?”

Mandy untied Jenni's wrists, leaned down as if in a 69 facing Jenni's pussy.

“Please tickle my feet while I eat your pussy. Heheheheheheh. Tease me like you would with Colin. I think it will turn him on. Hehehehehe.”

Jenni must have agreed. She trapped Mandy's feet against her sides and began to march her fingers up and down Mandy's soles. Mandy immediately took Jenni's clit into her mouth and giggled. Jenni teased between moans.

“Aww...mmmmmm... is the poor widdle girl tickly wickly on her toesies?...mmmmmmmmm... The tickle-meister is coming for your TOES!...Oh God yes...”

“Mmmhmmhmhmhmhmhmhmmhmhmhmmhmhmmmhmhph”

My cock was fully erect. Mandy reached out and tickled my balls and around my groin.

“Hehehehehehhheheehehehe Maahahhhahahandy!”

Jenni saw her place and used one hand to reach over and tickle my side and under my arm while still tickling mandy's feet with her other hand. She teased us both.

“Mandy bear over here is all tickly on her feetsies isn't she?...Mmmmmmmmm... and Colin just can't bear the tickle bugs on his side or on his special little place... oooooooooooo... Whatever will you two do?...mmmmmmmm...”

“MHMMMhmhmhmmhmmhmhmhmhmhmhmhhmmhmmhmmmh” Mandy's laughter hit a high note as Jenni found a sweet spot under her toes. The giggles vibrating on Jenni's clit had her close to climaxing.

Jenni's pokes and prods against the soft flesh on my side and Mandy's fingers roaming playfully around my balls and shaft had me begging for release.

“Hehehehehahhahahaehehaheheahhheahaheheahahaehheha ehaehaheaea”

Mandy blew a raspberry on Jenni's clit and then on her perineum near her asshole. Jenni came immediately.

“OOOOHHHHH GOOOHOHOHOHOHOD!!”

Mandy stopped and climbed off of Jenni. Jenni layed there panting after she came. Both girls giggled. Mandy untied the rest of Jenni's bonds and turned to face her.

“Let's get 'im.” She said with a look that would make the Devil blush.

“No! Please! I don't know if I can take it!” I pleaded, but they were already on me.

Mandy sat on my arms above my head and began running her fingers in my underarms.

“Mahahahhahannddyyy!”

“Hehehehe Tickle tickle.” she responded.

Jenni got down between my legs and took my balls into her mouth. She began humming, vibrating my most sensitive of areas and teasing with her tongue.

“HAHHEHEHAHEHAHEHAHEHAEHAHEHAEHAHEHAEHHAEHAEHHEHAE !”

“Haha. That's it Jenni. He can't stand it. Tickle tickle tickle, little boy. My my my, you're in such a state! Hahaha.”

Jenni's arms wrapped around my trapped legs and her nails crept and crawled around my bottom and inner thighs.

“HEHAEHHEHAEHAEHHAEHAHEHAEHAHEHAEH JEEEHHEHEHEHHEHEHENNNNNNIIII PLEEEEHEHEHEHEHHEEHHAHAAASEEE!”

I looked up pleadingly at Mandy, but only saw the same giggly face that she had used to break Jenni. She was using it on me now.

“Hehehehehehe. Not under your arms. Hehehehehehehe. Poor little guy. Hehehehehe.

The Mandy bent down and slipped her tongue into my bellybutton. Jenni let my balls slip out of her mouth but then buried her face under them and her tongue slithered all over my perineum.

“NOOOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOOHOTTTT THE TOOHOHOHOHNGUEEE!”

Mandy lifted her head up and scribbled her nails all over my tummy and sides.

“Oh dear! The tickle machine found a target on your tummy and it's stuck in overdrive! The only way to make it stop is if you cum! Better do it fast or you might die laughing!”

“HAHEHAHEHAEHAHEHEAHEHEHAEAHEHAEHAHE!!!!”

Jenni's tongue hit my asshole and I shot my cum into the air.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGHHHHHH!”

I blacked out...





I awoke the next day next to Jenni in bed. She assured me that there were no hard feelings between us and Mandy and she would not bother us anymore unless we invited her. Jenni put her arms around me and asked if I could tickle her too from time to time. I held her tight and said...

“Nothing would make me happier.”
 
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