Jerry67911
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Backfired Part 1
My girlfriend, Sharon, and her friend Lisa were in the kitchen talking. As I approached, I heard Sharon say “Oh, he’d just die” and they both laughed. “Who’d die?” I asked as I rounded the corner, startling them. They both stopped laughing and looked embarrassed. “Oh, nothing” Sharon said, “Just girl talk”.
“Well, I gotta go”, Lisa interrupted. “I’ll see you two tonight” she said as she smiled at both of us, a look that made me nervous. “See ya Lis, don’t forget to bring the ice” Sharon yelled as Lisa walked out the door. “I won’t” Lisa responded, both girls laughed again.
“What was that all about?” I asked hesitantly.
“What was what?” Sharon pretending not to know what I was talking about.
“Who would die and from what? What’s so funny about ice? And that look Lisa gave us?”
Oh, you’re just paranoid Jerry. I told you that was nothing. Lisa’s coming over later and I asked her to bring some ice for the cooler”
“I don’t believe you, what were you two laughing about as I entered the room?” I asked again, walking towards Sharon.
“Nothing” she said as she backed away from me. “Really, now go away and let me get dinner ready”
“Not until you tell me who’ll just die” my arms grabbed Sharon and I pulled her body into mine, wrapping my arms tightly around her sexy 5’6”, long brown hair frame
“Jerry, let me go, you’ll just have to wait”
“Wait for what?” my curiosity now even more intrigued
“Stop that naaaaahahahahah” Sharon screamed as my fingers dug into her ribs.
“Are you going to tell me?” I asked, my fingers working her sides good.
“NOOOOOOOOOAAAHHHHH” Sharon broke free and ran towards the bedroom. I followed her in, shutting the door behind us. As Sharon cowered in the corner, I reached in the dresser drawer and grabbed a pair of handcuffs. Sharon saw this and belted towards the door. I intercepted her, picked up over my shoulder and carried her towards the bed. Sharon was yelling for me to put her down as she belted my back then tried tickling my ribs. I laughed and lost my balance but we both fell on the bed.
“You shouldn’t have done that” I teased as I climbed on top of her and pinned her left arm over her head while I clicked the cuffs on her wrist. Sharon was trying to escape to no avail and I was able to pull her right arm up and secure her arms over her head to the headboard.
“Now Sharon, are you going to tell me what you and Lisa were talking about earlier or am I going to tickle you senseless. It’s your call.” I smiled down at Sharon, my weight pinning her down as I straddled her waist.
“Jerry, please don’t do this. I can’t say. I promised Lisa I wouldn’t. She’s having a personal problem” Sharon lied.
“Don’t lie to me, or I’ll go worse on you. It didn’t sound like you were talking about any problems” My hands were hovering over her ribs. “Last chance”
“No, really, don’t ahahhahahahahahahahhahahahaaahahhHHhhhhAAAAHHAHAHH
AHAHHHAAHHHA” Sharon screamed as I ignored her protests. My fingers squeezed each and every rib until Sharon was laughing uncontrollably. “AAAAhhhhhhahahahahahahhahahnoooooopllleasseeeeaaa
hahahhhstooooooooopoppppppppp” was all she could say, which was music to my ears. I decided I was going to take advantage of this situation. I didn’t want Sharon to tell me yet so I wasn’t going to ask again for awhile. I moved my hands up and down Sharon’s side feverishly, from her hips to her underarms and all points in between. Ten minutes of nonstop tickling and Sharon could barely breathe. Reluctantly, I slowed down, just lightly scratching my fingers over her stomach.
“Ready to tell me?” giving her a brief chance to save herself. When she hesitated for a moment, I began another tickle assault.
“WAaaaaaitttttttttttttttahahhahhaaaaaaahhahahahhyo
uuuuuuuuahahhahaadiidntaaahahahaahgiiiivveeeaaahah
ahameeeeeeeaaaaaachaaanceeaahahahahhahha” Sharon looked so beautiful yanking at her bonds, her mouth wide open, laughing, begging, pleading, her hair whipping from side to side. “Ahhahahhahanoooaooaaahahahhsstststsopppaaahahahhs
hshhsaaiaiiaaaaaaaa”
Another good five minutes later, I turned my body around and sat on Sharon’s legs, pinning them together under my body. Leaning forward, I started tickling both feet at once. Sharon barely had time to catch her breath before another round of laughter ensued. “Aahhahahahhanooytttttmyyyyfeeeeeetaahahahahaahaha
hhahahhaahhahhahahah” “Yes your feet” I laughed back. My fingers tickled in between each toe. Sharon was going absolutely beserk. “Plleeeeeeeeasasaaeeaeaaahahhahahahahstsooooppaaaa
hahahaaa aiiii accanttaaahahhaataaakkkeeeeitttttaaahahahahahahahh
ahahah”
I was lost in a tickling bliss. I had tickled Sharon for over a half hour now and I didn’t want to stop. But I was afraid of making her mad. Although Sharon and I tickled each other playfully quite a bit and I’d even her tickled while tied up a couple times, I never had tickled her like this. So, finally, I relented, crawling back up and laid beside Sharon, holding her close and digging my face into her hair. I could feel Sharon breathing hard, her body shaking and she was still giggling. “Oh god. That was so intense!” Sharon exclaimed, trying to gain her composure.
“Are you ready to tell me?” I whispered in her ear.
“Oh no Jerry. You’ve had your fun. Now Lisa will be back soon. I’ve got to get ready.”
“I told you I was going to tickle you until you told me what I want to know, now what will it be” I asked, sitting back up on my knees, right next to Sharon’s helpless torso. Sharon’s body tensed as I placed my hands on both sides of her hips.
“NOO please, no more tickling. Fuck me if you want. I’m horny as hell now anyway, but then I’ve got to get ready”
“Get ready for what? It’s just Lisa coming over for a few drinks.” I started slowly squeezing her hips. Sharon refused to talk so the tickling got harder and faster. Back up her sides, over her ribs, just under her breasts were a good spot, but nothing like the reaction I get tickling both armpits at once. Sharon was able to roll around but couldn’t prevent my tickling fingers from exploiting all her most ticklish spots.
“Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhha pleeeeeeeaseJErrrrrrrryyyyyyyyyahahahahahahahaahno
oooooaahahahahah” I had my face just over Sharon’s, enjoying the look on her face as she was lost in sensory overload. “Is Sharon ticklish? I think she is. I think she likes it too. Don’t you Sharon” I teased in my best baby talk voice.
I was so caught up in my efforts and Sharon was laughing so loud that we didn’t hear Lisa knock at the door. She let herself in and followed the sound of Lisa screaming. Not knowing what was going on, she barged into the bedroom, scaring us both. Lisa stood there for a moment, all of us feeling a bit awkward. Lisa was quite a looker too. She was only about 5’2” with long, straight, silky black hair that fell to her waist. “Well, well, well. What do we have here?” she asked coyly. “Looks like your plan backfired, huh Sharon?”
“What plan?” I said, getting over my embarrassment. Neither girl spoke. I began tickling Sharon again. “What plan?”
“AAAhhahhahnoooooooLiisaaaaaa heeeellpppppppppaahahahahaahahah”
“You want me to help? Ok” Lisa said, surprising us both by climbing on the bed on Sharon’s other side and joined me in an all out tickle attack.
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOahahahahahhaaahahahahahahahaha
hahaahahahahahahahahahahahaha” Sharon laughed harder than ever as Lisa was a merciless tickler.
“She’s really ticklish right here” Lisa said, wiggling her fingers in Sharon’s belly button, bringing even more shrieks from Sharon. I continued tickling her ribs.
“Go ahead Sharon. Tell Jerry your plan” as she tickled her inner thighs while I alternated between each underarm.
Sharon couldn’t talk if she wanted to. She was laughing too hard, her face was beet red. Lisa then bent over and started blowing rasberries on Sharon’s stomach, her long hair teasing Sharon’s inner thighs and breasts at the same time. This made me laugh too. Sharon was begging for us to stop while yelling obscenities at Lisa for teaming up on her.
“Well, that’s not very nice Sharon. You were the one who invited me over here for some fun and then you asked me to help” Lisa grabbed at Sharon’s sides for a brief tickle. Sharon jumped.
“I wanted you to help me, not him” Sharon shouted back.
“You need to learn some manners” Lisa said as she straddled Sharon’s waist. I sat with my back to Lisa, on Sharon’s legs, trapping her feet again. We both returned to tickling Sharon all over.
“NOOOOommoorrrrrrrreeeeeeeeeeaaahahahahahahahahaah
ahaaooohplllleeeeeeeeeease. I’ll talk aahahahahhaaa” We continued tickling, not giving her a chance to talk, for ten solid minutes. It had been well over an hour since I started tickling Sharon and she was a wreck. We slowed our pace, still keeping her off balance with a quick tickle here and there while we waited for her to talk.
Sharon, in between giggles, “Lisa and I thought it would be fun aahahahahahahanooo” as Lisa dug into her ribs.
“Who’s idea was it Sharon?” Lisa said.
“Aah oooh ok it was my idea. Ahahahahaaha”
I was tickling her feet now. “Your idea for what?” I asked, still tickling.
“We were, ahahahahahahaha I mean I wanted to get you tied up, Jerry, and I asked Lisa if she would help me tickle you” Lisa and I stopped tickling all together. I just sat there, not believing what I was hearing. “I had told Lisa how ticklish you were and how I always fantasized about doing to you what you just did to me. I asked her if she would help me.”
I looked at Lisa as she smiled back at me. “And you were going along Lisa?” I said as I reached out to grab her sides. Lisa backed off the bed.
“Yea, I thought it would be fun too. I’d love to get you helpless and tickle torture you, but Sharon was fun too.”
“Can I get up now?” Sharon asked pitifully.
“Yea, I think you’ve had enough. Next time maybe you’ll think twice about planning a tickle attack on me” I laughed.
After I had removed the cuffs, Sharon bravely said “Are you kidding, now I have more reason to tickle you silly. Pay back is a bitch, right Lisa?” Both girls laughed, grinning devilishly as they both moved towards me.
Part 2
Scenes from part one
As I approached, I heard Sharon say “Oh, he’d just die” and they both laughed. “Who’d die?” I asked as I rounded the corner, startling them.
“Now Sharon, are you going to tell me what you and Lisa were talking about earlier or am I going to tickle you senseless. It’s you call.”
“No, really, don’t ahahhahahahahahahahhahahahaaahahhHHhhhhAAAAHHAHAHH
AHAHHHAAHHHA” Sharon screamed as I ignored her protests. My fingers squeezed each and every rib until Sharon was laughing uncontrollably.
“Ready to tell me?” giving her a brief chance to save herself. When she hesitated for a moment, I began another tickle assault.
I was so caught up in my efforts and Sharon was laughing so loud that we didn’t hear Lisa knock at the door.
“You want me to help? Ok” Lisa said, surprising us both by climbing on the bed on Sharon’s other side and joined me in an all out tickle attack.
“I had told Lisa how ticklish you were and how I always fantasized about doing to you what you just did to me. I asked her if she would help me.”
After I had removed the cuffs, Sharon bravely said “Are you kidding, now I have more reason to tickle you silly. Pay back is a bitch, right Lisa?” Both girls laughed, grinning devilishly as they both moved towards me.
Part Two
As Sharon and Lisa approached me, I backed off the bed into the wall. My mind was racing and I was struggling over how to react. I really wanted to experience being tickled by both of these beautiful women but I didn’t want it to be too obvious. If I really wanted to, I’m sure I could fight them off but I was trying to figure out how I could let them tie me down without acting like I let them. Then I realized what Sharon meant by “Pay back is a bitch, right Lisa?” When Lisa reached out to grab my sides, Sharon reached over and dug her fingers into Lisa’s ribs. Lisa screamed and fell over onto the bed. Not missing my cue, I sat on Lisa, yanked her arms over her head while Sharon secured her wrists to the bed with the handcuffs.
Lisa panicked as she realized her predicament. She started pleading frantically for us not to tickle her. She confessed how ticklish she was and there was no way she could handle it. I’m not one that is into torturing someone against their wishes and was starting to think we should let Lisa go. That is until Sharon reminded me that Lisa has agreed to tickle me senseless. “That’s true, isn’t it Lisa?” I asked. “You were willing to do this to me, weren’t you?”
Lisa became more uneasy, knowing her fate. I straddled her waist, my favorite position, as Sharon sat beside me, wiggling her fingers under Lisa’s arms. “Are you ready to be tickled Lisa?” Sharon teased. We both grabbed at her, making her flinch, but not actually touching her, adding to her torment. When she closed her eyes and screamed out “Don’t do this”, both Sharon and I began. My fingers dug into Lisa’s hips and crawled up her sides, squeezing every rib while Sharon scraped her nails over Lisa’s armpits. Lisa was immediately pleading, laughing, screaming and begging for us to stop. I couldn’t believe my good fortune so I was going to take full advantage of my situation as long as my girlfriend, and our victim’s best friend, was into it. “AAAAAAaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhnoooooooooooo
oooooaahhhhhhahahahahaahh” was all Lisa could muster. Lisa was soo ticklish, I couldn’t believe it. This must have been excrutiating for her to feel four hands tickling her upper body relentlessly.
I continued tickling Lisa’s sides while Sharon went to the foot of the bed. She grabbed a couple of her old nylons and tried tying Lisa’s legs to the foot of the bed. Lisa was too strong and quick, yanking her legs away. My fingers still roaming Lisa’s torso, “Let her tie up your legs, Lisa, or I will never stop tickling you”. Lisa laughed uncontrollably, desperately trying not to move her legs so Sharon could tie them down, my fingers just tickling and tickling. “Does this tickle Lisa? I won’t stop until your legs are tied so keep them still.”
“Ahhhhhhhh I’mmmmm aahahha tryingaaahahahhahahhaa” My fingers were relentless, keeping Lisa breathless. Sharon took her time and made matters worse by occasionally dragging her nails over Lisa’s soles. Eventually, we had Lisa spread eagle. Giving her a breather, we both stepped back and let her situation sink in.
“Oh god, please.” Lisa gasped. “Don’t tickle me anymore. I’m so unbearably ticklish all over my body, I’ll just die.”
“You couldn’t have made me want to tickle you more by saying anything else” I taunted. “You tickled my girlfriend senseless and agreed to tickle me without my consent. You ARE going to be tickled, you will be tickled over every square inch of your body and there’s nothing you can do about it” I was enjoying myself almost too much but, luckily, so was Sharon.
“That’s right Lisa. You couldn’t have thought there wasn’t at least a chance Jerry would get some revenge, even if my initial plan had worked. You can’t be completely surprised by the recent turn of events.” I thought Sharon brought up a good point and that only made me feel even better about torturing Lisa.
“So Lisa” I asked matter of factly, “Where are you most ticklish?” Lisa just whimpered. “Do you know Sharon?”
“I know she freaked out the other day when I touched her foot” Sharon replied.
“Yea but her underarms really got her screaming earlier. I can’t imagine her feet are more ticklish” I said.
“I don’t know, I think it’d be a close call.” Sharon and I discussed Lisa’s ticklishness as if she wasn’t even there.
So I suggested that we have a contest. “Let’s make this interesting. We take turns tickling her for ten minutes. For one minute each, we will tickler her neck, then underarms, ribs, stomach, hips, butt, thighs, knees and finally her feet. That’s nine minutes total. The final minute you can tickle anywhere you like. Lisa, after we both have tickled you, Sharon and I will get together and decide where we think you are most ticklish. You will need to tell us where you think you’re most ticklish. If we all agree, we’ll let you go. If you pick a different spot than us, we’ll have to tickle both areas for a long time to make an educated conclusion. What do you say?” Both Sharon and I laughed at this. Lisa just groaned. “Also, you get to choose which one of us is the best tickler.”
“That’ll be me, easy” Sharon boasted.
“We’ll see. Lisa will be the judge”
“Who do you want to go first Lisa?” Sharon asked. Lisa didn’t answer. We both looked at each other with the same idea and reached our hands towards Lisa’s helpless body.
“NOOOOOoooooooooooooooooaaaaaahahahahha” Four hands worked over Lisa’s sides. “Ahhahah Doonn’atttttt”
“Choose one then” I prompted Lisa, “Or we’ll assume you want us both to tickle you.” I dug my fingers into her underarms. Sharon continued squeezing her ribs.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhgoooodddnoooooooooooooooooooooaaaah
ahhahahahahahahaSSssshhaaaaaaarooonnnnnnnnn”
“Sharon what?” neither one of us slowing down at all.
“Ssharon tiiiickle aahhahahahahahahahhahahahahah,”
“Yes, Sharon’s tickling you. What do you want Lisa. You need to be more specific.” We all laughed, Lisa for different reasons.
“Iiiiaaahahhahahahah wantatatatattataaahahhah Shhhhaaarraon ttoooaahahahahaooaahhttiiiiickleeeeeaahahahmmeeeee
eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaahhahahahahahahahaha”
Sharon and I stopped. “Ok. Looks like you’re up Sharon. Do your worst because you know I’m going to tickle her senseless” Lisa just kept pleading for us not to tickle her, knowing full well her begging was falling on deaf ears.
“I’ve got a idea” Sharon said with a grin. “She needs to cool down anyway. We should use the feathers on her while she catches her breath. That way, we can make sure every nerve ending is alive. We’ll do the same before you tickle her.” That made perfect sense to me. We had used feathers many times on each other in bed so I grabbed a couple and handed one to Sharon. We started at her head, each using the tip of the feather to tickle an ear. Lisa tried moving her head from side to side but there was always an ear vulnerable. We also moved the feathers over her eyes, nose and lips then down to her neck. We worked in unison, dragging the feather up the outside of Lisa’s arms, over her palms and down the inside of her arms. Her giggling became more intense as we approached her underarms. The feather slid from each armpit, down each side, over the thighs, under the knees, between her toes and down her soles. Lisa was laughing constantly, although not as hard as when we used our fingers.
“I think she’s rested enough” I joked. “Time to really tickle her”
“NOOOOO” Lisa screamed as Sharon straddled her waist and was ready to begin the contest.
The clock said 7:38. Sharon and I agreed that the tickling would commence at 7:40. That gave Lisa somewhere over a minute to get ready and also time to think about what was to come. She wasted most of her breath over the final 60 seconds or so still trying to talk us out of our game plan. “Your neck, underarms, ribs, stomach, hips, butt, thighs, knees and then your feet” I reminded Lisa.
As soon as the clock hit 7:40, Sharon started. Per the rules, we would take turns tickling each spot for one minute trying to find which method worked the best. I don’t mind saying I was totally turned on, watching Sharon sitting on Lisa, her long hair falling in Lisa’s face as she scratched her nails all over her neck. One minute later, Sharon dug into Lisa’s underarms. This really made Lisa scream. AHHHhhaaaanoooooaaahhahahahahahhahahahahahahahaaaa
aaaaahhhhhhhhh”
Sharon appeared to be really enjoying herself, a huge grin on her face, searching out the spots and techniques that worked the best. At 7:42, Sharon’s fingers started moving up and down Lisa’s sides. “AAAAAAAhhhnooooooooppllleeeeeeeaaaassssssssssseee
eeeee sstoooooooooooooooooooooppppppp ahahahhahahaaaaaaaaaaaa” I had an advantage. I got to see how by firmly squeezing Lisa’s upper ribs produced the most laughter. Sharon focused her attention there, letting nails lightly brush over her underarms “accidentally”. A little against the rules but no harm, no foul. Next, Sharon’s nails ran rampant over Lisa’s stomach occasionally wiggling into her belly button. That worked well. “AAAAAAAAahhhhhhhhhahahahahahahahahahahaahaahhahah
ahahahaahhahahahahahhahahaanoooooahahah”
At 7:44 Sharon rested her hands on Lisa’s hips. Lisa was sweating now and gasping for breath but Sharon showed no mercy. She dug in. She got a great reaction as she used her thumb where Lisa’s hip met her inner thigh, while her other fingers grabbed at her outer hip. I took another mental note.
Sharon definitely had an advantage over me since she had long nails. They worked very well rapidly sliding over Lisa’s butt cheeks. We had placed a couple pillows under Lisa’s back so her ribs and hips pointed upward, screaming to be tickled, while her ass was slightly off the bed, allowing easier access. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHhhahhahaaaaasttttttooo
ooooooooooooooooooooooppppppppppppppppppp” Lisa never realized how ticklish her butt was. Her inner thighs were equally sensitive to Sharon’s nails. I thought Lisa might pass out. She mixed desperate breaths for air with screams, laughter and promises to do anything we wanted if we just stopped tickling her.
Lisa’s knees were only slightly ticklish to a squeeze to the top but much more so to nails underneath them. At 7:48, Sharon turned her attention to Lisa’s feet. Bingo. Lisa freaked as Sharon tickled all over both of them non stop. “Aaaggghhhhhhhhhhhhhaahahahahhannooonnoaaaaaaaaaaa
a” Sharon even bent over and sucked her toes while continuing dragging her nails over Lisa’s soles. This was dangerous because, although each ankle was tied, Lisa could still kick a little and she hit Sharon in the face a couple times.
“How dare you kick me” Sharon reprimanded, digging in even harder at the base of her toes.
“NOOooooooooooooooooooahahahahahahahhapllleeeasese
sesplllleeasaseseeeaaaahhahahaahnooooooaahahhahaha
hahahassstoooooooooooooooooooopppppppppppppaahhaha
haaa”
I let Sharon know when she had one minute left. Sharon stood up beside the bed, I guess so she could move around faster. She reached up and tickled Lisa’s underarms, then her inner thighs, back down to her feet before tickling her ribs. “OoohhGoooddddddddnnnoooooooahahhahahahahahaahah” Sharon was like lightning, tickling fast and furious, making every second count. Finally, the clock hit 7:50 and Sharon stopped. Lisa just collapsed, gasping for breath.
“Not bad Sharon. But I think I can do better.”
Prove it Ticklemiester. Tickle her like you did me.” Sharon encouraged.
“Oh please you guys, I can’t take anymore. Really I can’t. Please stop. Please, I’ll do anything you want.”
You’re already doing what we want” I cracked. “Besides, you only have 10 minutes left, unless of course, you don’t agree with us on your most ticklish spot. Then you’ll have to be tickled a little longer, maybe another hour or so.” I was just kidding but it added to Lisa’s torment.
Sharon handed me a feather as we retraced our steps from earlier. Lightly dragging the feather all over Lisa’s body, keeping her giggling and bring out goose bumps on her skin, taking slightly longer this time, allowing Lisa a little chance to recuperate.
“Ok. My turn.” Excited, I took my place sitting on Lisa’s waist. “ Ready?” I teased.
“No JERRY PLEASE! Don’t. I beg you”
“Keep begging Lisa. That’s what I want to hear” I said, getting bolder and relishing my situation. Without long nails like Sharon’s, I got minimal reaction from Lisa’s neck. But I found a little pressure worked better on her armpits than nails did. Lisa went through the roof.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEA
A” Sharon and I just looked at each other in amazement. How had we missed this earlier. I kept pressing my fingers at the base of her underarms and Lisa kept screaming louder than ever. Her ribs were always good spots and I had taken a pointer from Sharon as to how to elicit the most laughter from Lisa’s hips. By the time I got to Lisa’s feet, she was a wreck. She was still struggling but her laughter had become silent. For my final minute, I decided to concentrate on her upper body, from her hips, up her ribs, under her arms then back down again. All too soon for me, and not soon enough for Lisa, my 10 minutes were up.
Lisa laid there for several minutes still laughing and wiggling around. “You bastards!” she exclaimed.
“Be careful” I said. “You’re still tied. Also, you still have to confess where you are most ticklish. Both Sharon and I have a good idea but if you disagree with us, we’ll have to find out for sure. Now, don’t go anywhere. We’re going to discuss this”
Sharon and I left the room. As we entered the living room, we noticed a bag of ice Lisa must have dropped when she came in, thinking Sharon might be in trouble. It was half melted on the floor. We both looked at each other and grinned. We cleaned it up and threw the ice in the sink except for a few cubes. We both had agreed that when I dug into Lisa’s underarms, we got the best reaction so we strode back into the bedroom, holding the ice behind our backs. We sat on either side of Lisa and showed her what was in our hands.
“Oh shit no, haven’t you two put me through enough aaaaahhahahahahhahahhhahhahahahahaha” she squealed as we dragged the melting ice over her body.
“Now, for the moment of truth Lisa, Where are you most ticklish?”
“AAAhhh I aahhhhhh I ahahahhaha” in between fits from the ice. “My feeeettttaahahahahhahahaahha”
“Oh I’m sorry. That was the wrong answer” The last of the ice melting over her belly button and inner thighs. “Thanks for playing but we think your underarms are more ticklish than your feet. Guess we’ll have to double check.”
“You can’t, noo please, no, don’t, please no please aaaaahhahahahahahahahahhhhhhhh’ I dug into her underarms just like I’d done before while Sharon tickled both feet at once. “Nooaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahahhahahahahahahahhahahahahaha
haahhgggodnoaaaspleaseeeeeeaahh”
“I don’t know Sharon. They’re both pretty ticklish”
“Yea they are. Aren’t they Lisa? They both tickle soooo much don’t they?”
Lisa was hysterical. “Oh yea, I almost forgot” Sharon said. “Who’s the best tickler?” we both laughed, tickling away.
“AAAhhhahahahahah you’reeeeaahahahah both goooodahahahahahahahahaha”
“You have to decide Lisa, or we’ll keep tickling”
“Aahahhahahaahhaahahahahahahahahahahahahah Shharonnnn is. Ahhhaha Those nails ahahahahahahaahhahahahahaahah”
“Ha. I win.” Sharon yelled as she stopped tickling.
“No, can’t be” as I grabbed at Lisa’s sides, making her laugh one last time.
“A bet’s a bet, Jerry. Now let her go. It’s time to pay up.” Little did Lisa know, but Sharon and I had made a bet while we were in the living room. If Lisa proclaimed me as the premier tickler, Sharon would be my slave for the entire next day. If Sharon won, I would allow myself to be tied naked, spread eagle for hers and Lisa’s tickling pleasure for the rest of the night.
Upon hearing this, Lisa smiled. “Pay back is a bitch Jerry. I can attest to that. Pay back is indeed a bitch.” Sharon released Lisa from her bonds as she slowly sat up. Then they both patted the bed and invited me to lie down.
Part 3
Sharon and Lisa ordered me to strip and lay on the bed. I was very nervous, not just because I knew I would be tickled senseless by 2 ladies with revenge on their minds, but of being naked in front of Sharon's best friend. But I was excited too and figured if they didn't mind, what the hell.
Slowly I undressed and layed on my back. The girls wasted no time tying me up spread eagle. I was feeling very helpless and ticklish.
Instead of warming me up with feathers, Sharon told Lisa of my long hair fetish, so they both dragged their gorgeous long hair all over my entire body until every nerve ending was on fire. Then Sharon and Lisa sat down on either side of my waist.
"Looks like he really wants to be tickled" Lisa remarked, looking at my throbbing erection. I tried to convince them it was just what they did to me with their hair, but that was not completely true.
Once the tickling started, it didn't stop for 30 straight minutes. Sharon began digging into my armpits and Lisa squeezed my ribs, my two worst spots. Sharon explained to Lisa where all my ticklish spots were and the best way to tickle them to get the best reactions. The girls were really enjoying themselves, tickling me from head to toe. Nails tickled my inner thighs, neck and feet, fingers probed my ribs, underarms, hips and knees. Hair brushed over me everywhere, giving me goosebumps. Both girls taunted me constantly, saying things like "Ticklish? Right here? Does it tickle when I do this? How about here? You are so ticklish Jerry. This is so much fun to tickle you. We are going to tickle you until you pass out, then when you wake up, we'll tickle you some more. Tickle tickle, you helpless, ticklish boy. We're going to tickle you so much more than you tickled us. All night Jerry, all night. How does this feel Jerry? Can't stop us from tickling you. Feel these fingers under your arms, just try to stop them. Oh, you can't. Poor baby, tickle tickle" They were laughing right along with me.
I really did think I was going to passout when they finally let me catch my breath. "ok Jerry. It's time to play who's the best tickler game. We are each going to take 15 minutes this time. The loser cooks dinner for all of us but also gets to tickle you for another 15 minutes for not picking them. Ok ready?"
Adding it all up, that was at least 45 more minutes of tickling and I didn't think I could take that and told them so. "You can take it and will." Lisa snapped back. "You don't have a choice" With that, both girls began tickling me until I told them who I wanted to tickle me first. They made me say "Please (name), tickle me with no mercy. I want to be tickle tortured" Between the tickling, and the embarrasment, it took me a few minutes to say it coherently, but I finally selected Sharon. I figured she knew me better and wanted to get it over with, foolishly thinking Lisa's 15 minutes wouldn't be as bad.
As we'd done with Lisa, they gave me a few minutes warm up, this time using both feathers and hair. Sharon then straddled my hips, bent over so her nose was just over mine, she smiled, and then dug into my ribs. Once again, I was laughing hysterically while futily pulling at my restraints. Having one tickler was just as bad as two, since I was totally focused on the spots she was tickling as opposed to having sensory overload when multiple spots are tickled. Both were really bad though.
Sharon got me good, exploiting all those spots she knows so well. When her time was up, I was exhausted, but I didn't bother to beg them to stop since I knew it wouldn't do any good. This prompted Lisa to say, "See, you really do love being tickled." Also noting I was still rock hard.
After an all too brief rest, another warm up period, then both girls tickling me until I said "Please tickle me Lisa. I love to be tickle tortured", Lisa took her place straddling my hips. Lisa was an expert tickler. She really got into the tickling and became so overjoyed every time she got me laughing uncontrollably, only egging her on. Unlike Sharon, Lisa's nails weren't very long so that allowed her to really use her finger tips to massage my ribs and underarms. I couldn't believe it but Lisa's stint was even more intense than Sharon's. She had me begging her to stop and gasping for air the entire time. When Sharon yelled time was up, it took me a while to stop laughing and regain somewhat normal breathing.
More hair, feathers and even some ice, both girls had me so horny, I was pleading for them to let me cum. "Not in front of Lisa" Sharon said, ruining my fantasy about having the two of them. "Besides, you still need to decide who is the best tickler". With that, Sharon and Lisa began tickling me again until I chose.
Sharon was stunned when I selected Lisa, but I didn't want to give Lisa another crack at me. Much to my dismay, Sharon said, "Lisa for my fifteen minutes, for not being chosen, I want you to help me tickle him relentlessly. Since you're obviously a much better tickler than I am, I want you to show no mercy." she said sarcastically. "Then, after you leave, I'll really make Jerry wish he had picked me. Tomorrow night, I'll cook supper for us and you can tickle him some more, since he'll still be tied up here." Both girls laughed.
15 more minutes of tickling took 30 minutes, again my helpless body was squeezed, massaged, probed, scratched and tickled. Finally, Lisa got up, kissed me on the cheek, thanked me for a great time and said she looked forward to tomorrow night.
Sharon walked Lisa to the door. I could hear them both laughing, only imagining what they were saying. Then Sharon walked back in the room. "So Jerry, I'm not a good tickler huh?" as she crawled back on the bed with me.
My girlfriend, Sharon, and her friend Lisa were in the kitchen talking. As I approached, I heard Sharon say “Oh, he’d just die” and they both laughed. “Who’d die?” I asked as I rounded the corner, startling them. They both stopped laughing and looked embarrassed. “Oh, nothing” Sharon said, “Just girl talk”.
“Well, I gotta go”, Lisa interrupted. “I’ll see you two tonight” she said as she smiled at both of us, a look that made me nervous. “See ya Lis, don’t forget to bring the ice” Sharon yelled as Lisa walked out the door. “I won’t” Lisa responded, both girls laughed again.
“What was that all about?” I asked hesitantly.
“What was what?” Sharon pretending not to know what I was talking about.
“Who would die and from what? What’s so funny about ice? And that look Lisa gave us?”
Oh, you’re just paranoid Jerry. I told you that was nothing. Lisa’s coming over later and I asked her to bring some ice for the cooler”
“I don’t believe you, what were you two laughing about as I entered the room?” I asked again, walking towards Sharon.
“Nothing” she said as she backed away from me. “Really, now go away and let me get dinner ready”
“Not until you tell me who’ll just die” my arms grabbed Sharon and I pulled her body into mine, wrapping my arms tightly around her sexy 5’6”, long brown hair frame
“Jerry, let me go, you’ll just have to wait”
“Wait for what?” my curiosity now even more intrigued
“Stop that naaaaahahahahah” Sharon screamed as my fingers dug into her ribs.
“Are you going to tell me?” I asked, my fingers working her sides good.
“NOOOOOOOOOAAAHHHHH” Sharon broke free and ran towards the bedroom. I followed her in, shutting the door behind us. As Sharon cowered in the corner, I reached in the dresser drawer and grabbed a pair of handcuffs. Sharon saw this and belted towards the door. I intercepted her, picked up over my shoulder and carried her towards the bed. Sharon was yelling for me to put her down as she belted my back then tried tickling my ribs. I laughed and lost my balance but we both fell on the bed.
“You shouldn’t have done that” I teased as I climbed on top of her and pinned her left arm over her head while I clicked the cuffs on her wrist. Sharon was trying to escape to no avail and I was able to pull her right arm up and secure her arms over her head to the headboard.
“Now Sharon, are you going to tell me what you and Lisa were talking about earlier or am I going to tickle you senseless. It’s your call.” I smiled down at Sharon, my weight pinning her down as I straddled her waist.
“Jerry, please don’t do this. I can’t say. I promised Lisa I wouldn’t. She’s having a personal problem” Sharon lied.
“Don’t lie to me, or I’ll go worse on you. It didn’t sound like you were talking about any problems” My hands were hovering over her ribs. “Last chance”
“No, really, don’t ahahhahahahahahahahhahahahaaahahhHHhhhhAAAAHHAHAHH
AHAHHHAAHHHA” Sharon screamed as I ignored her protests. My fingers squeezed each and every rib until Sharon was laughing uncontrollably. “AAAAhhhhhhahahahahahahhahahnoooooopllleasseeeeaaa
hahahhhstooooooooopoppppppppp” was all she could say, which was music to my ears. I decided I was going to take advantage of this situation. I didn’t want Sharon to tell me yet so I wasn’t going to ask again for awhile. I moved my hands up and down Sharon’s side feverishly, from her hips to her underarms and all points in between. Ten minutes of nonstop tickling and Sharon could barely breathe. Reluctantly, I slowed down, just lightly scratching my fingers over her stomach.
“Ready to tell me?” giving her a brief chance to save herself. When she hesitated for a moment, I began another tickle assault.
“WAaaaaaitttttttttttttttahahhahhaaaaaaahhahahahhyo
uuuuuuuuahahhahaadiidntaaahahahaahgiiiivveeeaaahah
ahameeeeeeeaaaaaachaaanceeaahahahahhahha” Sharon looked so beautiful yanking at her bonds, her mouth wide open, laughing, begging, pleading, her hair whipping from side to side. “Ahhahahhahanoooaooaaahahahhsstststsopppaaahahahhs
hshhsaaiaiiaaaaaaaa”
Another good five minutes later, I turned my body around and sat on Sharon’s legs, pinning them together under my body. Leaning forward, I started tickling both feet at once. Sharon barely had time to catch her breath before another round of laughter ensued. “Aahhahahahhanooytttttmyyyyfeeeeeetaahahahahaahaha
hhahahhaahhahhahahah” “Yes your feet” I laughed back. My fingers tickled in between each toe. Sharon was going absolutely beserk. “Plleeeeeeeeasasaaeeaeaaahahhahahahahstsooooppaaaa
hahahaaa aiiii accanttaaahahhaataaakkkeeeeitttttaaahahahahahahahh
ahahah”
I was lost in a tickling bliss. I had tickled Sharon for over a half hour now and I didn’t want to stop. But I was afraid of making her mad. Although Sharon and I tickled each other playfully quite a bit and I’d even her tickled while tied up a couple times, I never had tickled her like this. So, finally, I relented, crawling back up and laid beside Sharon, holding her close and digging my face into her hair. I could feel Sharon breathing hard, her body shaking and she was still giggling. “Oh god. That was so intense!” Sharon exclaimed, trying to gain her composure.
“Are you ready to tell me?” I whispered in her ear.
“Oh no Jerry. You’ve had your fun. Now Lisa will be back soon. I’ve got to get ready.”
“I told you I was going to tickle you until you told me what I want to know, now what will it be” I asked, sitting back up on my knees, right next to Sharon’s helpless torso. Sharon’s body tensed as I placed my hands on both sides of her hips.
“NOO please, no more tickling. Fuck me if you want. I’m horny as hell now anyway, but then I’ve got to get ready”
“Get ready for what? It’s just Lisa coming over for a few drinks.” I started slowly squeezing her hips. Sharon refused to talk so the tickling got harder and faster. Back up her sides, over her ribs, just under her breasts were a good spot, but nothing like the reaction I get tickling both armpits at once. Sharon was able to roll around but couldn’t prevent my tickling fingers from exploiting all her most ticklish spots.
“Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhha pleeeeeeeaseJErrrrrrrryyyyyyyyyahahahahahahahaahno
oooooaahahahahah” I had my face just over Sharon’s, enjoying the look on her face as she was lost in sensory overload. “Is Sharon ticklish? I think she is. I think she likes it too. Don’t you Sharon” I teased in my best baby talk voice.
I was so caught up in my efforts and Sharon was laughing so loud that we didn’t hear Lisa knock at the door. She let herself in and followed the sound of Lisa screaming. Not knowing what was going on, she barged into the bedroom, scaring us both. Lisa stood there for a moment, all of us feeling a bit awkward. Lisa was quite a looker too. She was only about 5’2” with long, straight, silky black hair that fell to her waist. “Well, well, well. What do we have here?” she asked coyly. “Looks like your plan backfired, huh Sharon?”
“What plan?” I said, getting over my embarrassment. Neither girl spoke. I began tickling Sharon again. “What plan?”
“AAAhhahhahnoooooooLiisaaaaaa heeeellpppppppppaahahahahaahahah”
“You want me to help? Ok” Lisa said, surprising us both by climbing on the bed on Sharon’s other side and joined me in an all out tickle attack.
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOahahahahahhaaahahahahahahahaha
hahaahahahahahahahahahahahaha” Sharon laughed harder than ever as Lisa was a merciless tickler.
“She’s really ticklish right here” Lisa said, wiggling her fingers in Sharon’s belly button, bringing even more shrieks from Sharon. I continued tickling her ribs.
“Go ahead Sharon. Tell Jerry your plan” as she tickled her inner thighs while I alternated between each underarm.
Sharon couldn’t talk if she wanted to. She was laughing too hard, her face was beet red. Lisa then bent over and started blowing rasberries on Sharon’s stomach, her long hair teasing Sharon’s inner thighs and breasts at the same time. This made me laugh too. Sharon was begging for us to stop while yelling obscenities at Lisa for teaming up on her.
“Well, that’s not very nice Sharon. You were the one who invited me over here for some fun and then you asked me to help” Lisa grabbed at Sharon’s sides for a brief tickle. Sharon jumped.
“I wanted you to help me, not him” Sharon shouted back.
“You need to learn some manners” Lisa said as she straddled Sharon’s waist. I sat with my back to Lisa, on Sharon’s legs, trapping her feet again. We both returned to tickling Sharon all over.
“NOOOOommoorrrrrrrreeeeeeeeeeaaahahahahahahahahaah
ahaaooohplllleeeeeeeeeease. I’ll talk aahahahahhaaa” We continued tickling, not giving her a chance to talk, for ten solid minutes. It had been well over an hour since I started tickling Sharon and she was a wreck. We slowed our pace, still keeping her off balance with a quick tickle here and there while we waited for her to talk.
Sharon, in between giggles, “Lisa and I thought it would be fun aahahahahahahanooo” as Lisa dug into her ribs.
“Who’s idea was it Sharon?” Lisa said.
“Aah oooh ok it was my idea. Ahahahahaaha”
I was tickling her feet now. “Your idea for what?” I asked, still tickling.
“We were, ahahahahahahaha I mean I wanted to get you tied up, Jerry, and I asked Lisa if she would help me tickle you” Lisa and I stopped tickling all together. I just sat there, not believing what I was hearing. “I had told Lisa how ticklish you were and how I always fantasized about doing to you what you just did to me. I asked her if she would help me.”
I looked at Lisa as she smiled back at me. “And you were going along Lisa?” I said as I reached out to grab her sides. Lisa backed off the bed.
“Yea, I thought it would be fun too. I’d love to get you helpless and tickle torture you, but Sharon was fun too.”
“Can I get up now?” Sharon asked pitifully.
“Yea, I think you’ve had enough. Next time maybe you’ll think twice about planning a tickle attack on me” I laughed.
After I had removed the cuffs, Sharon bravely said “Are you kidding, now I have more reason to tickle you silly. Pay back is a bitch, right Lisa?” Both girls laughed, grinning devilishly as they both moved towards me.
Part 2
Scenes from part one
As I approached, I heard Sharon say “Oh, he’d just die” and they both laughed. “Who’d die?” I asked as I rounded the corner, startling them.
“Now Sharon, are you going to tell me what you and Lisa were talking about earlier or am I going to tickle you senseless. It’s you call.”
“No, really, don’t ahahhahahahahahahahhahahahaaahahhHHhhhhAAAAHHAHAHH
AHAHHHAAHHHA” Sharon screamed as I ignored her protests. My fingers squeezed each and every rib until Sharon was laughing uncontrollably.
“Ready to tell me?” giving her a brief chance to save herself. When she hesitated for a moment, I began another tickle assault.
I was so caught up in my efforts and Sharon was laughing so loud that we didn’t hear Lisa knock at the door.
“You want me to help? Ok” Lisa said, surprising us both by climbing on the bed on Sharon’s other side and joined me in an all out tickle attack.
“I had told Lisa how ticklish you were and how I always fantasized about doing to you what you just did to me. I asked her if she would help me.”
After I had removed the cuffs, Sharon bravely said “Are you kidding, now I have more reason to tickle you silly. Pay back is a bitch, right Lisa?” Both girls laughed, grinning devilishly as they both moved towards me.
Part Two
As Sharon and Lisa approached me, I backed off the bed into the wall. My mind was racing and I was struggling over how to react. I really wanted to experience being tickled by both of these beautiful women but I didn’t want it to be too obvious. If I really wanted to, I’m sure I could fight them off but I was trying to figure out how I could let them tie me down without acting like I let them. Then I realized what Sharon meant by “Pay back is a bitch, right Lisa?” When Lisa reached out to grab my sides, Sharon reached over and dug her fingers into Lisa’s ribs. Lisa screamed and fell over onto the bed. Not missing my cue, I sat on Lisa, yanked her arms over her head while Sharon secured her wrists to the bed with the handcuffs.
Lisa panicked as she realized her predicament. She started pleading frantically for us not to tickle her. She confessed how ticklish she was and there was no way she could handle it. I’m not one that is into torturing someone against their wishes and was starting to think we should let Lisa go. That is until Sharon reminded me that Lisa has agreed to tickle me senseless. “That’s true, isn’t it Lisa?” I asked. “You were willing to do this to me, weren’t you?”
Lisa became more uneasy, knowing her fate. I straddled her waist, my favorite position, as Sharon sat beside me, wiggling her fingers under Lisa’s arms. “Are you ready to be tickled Lisa?” Sharon teased. We both grabbed at her, making her flinch, but not actually touching her, adding to her torment. When she closed her eyes and screamed out “Don’t do this”, both Sharon and I began. My fingers dug into Lisa’s hips and crawled up her sides, squeezing every rib while Sharon scraped her nails over Lisa’s armpits. Lisa was immediately pleading, laughing, screaming and begging for us to stop. I couldn’t believe my good fortune so I was going to take full advantage of my situation as long as my girlfriend, and our victim’s best friend, was into it. “AAAAAAaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhnoooooooooooo
oooooaahhhhhhahahahahaahh” was all Lisa could muster. Lisa was soo ticklish, I couldn’t believe it. This must have been excrutiating for her to feel four hands tickling her upper body relentlessly.
I continued tickling Lisa’s sides while Sharon went to the foot of the bed. She grabbed a couple of her old nylons and tried tying Lisa’s legs to the foot of the bed. Lisa was too strong and quick, yanking her legs away. My fingers still roaming Lisa’s torso, “Let her tie up your legs, Lisa, or I will never stop tickling you”. Lisa laughed uncontrollably, desperately trying not to move her legs so Sharon could tie them down, my fingers just tickling and tickling. “Does this tickle Lisa? I won’t stop until your legs are tied so keep them still.”
“Ahhhhhhhh I’mmmmm aahahha tryingaaahahahhahahhaa” My fingers were relentless, keeping Lisa breathless. Sharon took her time and made matters worse by occasionally dragging her nails over Lisa’s soles. Eventually, we had Lisa spread eagle. Giving her a breather, we both stepped back and let her situation sink in.
“Oh god, please.” Lisa gasped. “Don’t tickle me anymore. I’m so unbearably ticklish all over my body, I’ll just die.”
“You couldn’t have made me want to tickle you more by saying anything else” I taunted. “You tickled my girlfriend senseless and agreed to tickle me without my consent. You ARE going to be tickled, you will be tickled over every square inch of your body and there’s nothing you can do about it” I was enjoying myself almost too much but, luckily, so was Sharon.
“That’s right Lisa. You couldn’t have thought there wasn’t at least a chance Jerry would get some revenge, even if my initial plan had worked. You can’t be completely surprised by the recent turn of events.” I thought Sharon brought up a good point and that only made me feel even better about torturing Lisa.
“So Lisa” I asked matter of factly, “Where are you most ticklish?” Lisa just whimpered. “Do you know Sharon?”
“I know she freaked out the other day when I touched her foot” Sharon replied.
“Yea but her underarms really got her screaming earlier. I can’t imagine her feet are more ticklish” I said.
“I don’t know, I think it’d be a close call.” Sharon and I discussed Lisa’s ticklishness as if she wasn’t even there.
So I suggested that we have a contest. “Let’s make this interesting. We take turns tickling her for ten minutes. For one minute each, we will tickler her neck, then underarms, ribs, stomach, hips, butt, thighs, knees and finally her feet. That’s nine minutes total. The final minute you can tickle anywhere you like. Lisa, after we both have tickled you, Sharon and I will get together and decide where we think you are most ticklish. You will need to tell us where you think you’re most ticklish. If we all agree, we’ll let you go. If you pick a different spot than us, we’ll have to tickle both areas for a long time to make an educated conclusion. What do you say?” Both Sharon and I laughed at this. Lisa just groaned. “Also, you get to choose which one of us is the best tickler.”
“That’ll be me, easy” Sharon boasted.
“We’ll see. Lisa will be the judge”
“Who do you want to go first Lisa?” Sharon asked. Lisa didn’t answer. We both looked at each other with the same idea and reached our hands towards Lisa’s helpless body.
“NOOOOOoooooooooooooooooaaaaaahahahahha” Four hands worked over Lisa’s sides. “Ahhahah Doonn’atttttt”
“Choose one then” I prompted Lisa, “Or we’ll assume you want us both to tickle you.” I dug my fingers into her underarms. Sharon continued squeezing her ribs.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhgoooodddnoooooooooooooooooooooaaaah
ahhahahahahahahaSSssshhaaaaaaarooonnnnnnnnn”
“Sharon what?” neither one of us slowing down at all.
“Ssharon tiiiickle aahhahahahahahahahhahahahahah,”
“Yes, Sharon’s tickling you. What do you want Lisa. You need to be more specific.” We all laughed, Lisa for different reasons.
“Iiiiaaahahhahahahah wantatatatattataaahahhah Shhhhaaarraon ttoooaahahahahaooaahhttiiiiickleeeeeaahahahmmeeeee
eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaahhahahahahahahahaha”
Sharon and I stopped. “Ok. Looks like you’re up Sharon. Do your worst because you know I’m going to tickle her senseless” Lisa just kept pleading for us not to tickle her, knowing full well her begging was falling on deaf ears.
“I’ve got a idea” Sharon said with a grin. “She needs to cool down anyway. We should use the feathers on her while she catches her breath. That way, we can make sure every nerve ending is alive. We’ll do the same before you tickle her.” That made perfect sense to me. We had used feathers many times on each other in bed so I grabbed a couple and handed one to Sharon. We started at her head, each using the tip of the feather to tickle an ear. Lisa tried moving her head from side to side but there was always an ear vulnerable. We also moved the feathers over her eyes, nose and lips then down to her neck. We worked in unison, dragging the feather up the outside of Lisa’s arms, over her palms and down the inside of her arms. Her giggling became more intense as we approached her underarms. The feather slid from each armpit, down each side, over the thighs, under the knees, between her toes and down her soles. Lisa was laughing constantly, although not as hard as when we used our fingers.
“I think she’s rested enough” I joked. “Time to really tickle her”
“NOOOOO” Lisa screamed as Sharon straddled her waist and was ready to begin the contest.
The clock said 7:38. Sharon and I agreed that the tickling would commence at 7:40. That gave Lisa somewhere over a minute to get ready and also time to think about what was to come. She wasted most of her breath over the final 60 seconds or so still trying to talk us out of our game plan. “Your neck, underarms, ribs, stomach, hips, butt, thighs, knees and then your feet” I reminded Lisa.
As soon as the clock hit 7:40, Sharon started. Per the rules, we would take turns tickling each spot for one minute trying to find which method worked the best. I don’t mind saying I was totally turned on, watching Sharon sitting on Lisa, her long hair falling in Lisa’s face as she scratched her nails all over her neck. One minute later, Sharon dug into Lisa’s underarms. This really made Lisa scream. AHHHhhaaaanoooooaaahhahahahahahhahahahahahahahaaaa
aaaaahhhhhhhhh”
Sharon appeared to be really enjoying herself, a huge grin on her face, searching out the spots and techniques that worked the best. At 7:42, Sharon’s fingers started moving up and down Lisa’s sides. “AAAAAAAhhhnooooooooppllleeeeeeeaaaassssssssssseee
eeeee sstoooooooooooooooooooooppppppp ahahahhahahaaaaaaaaaaaa” I had an advantage. I got to see how by firmly squeezing Lisa’s upper ribs produced the most laughter. Sharon focused her attention there, letting nails lightly brush over her underarms “accidentally”. A little against the rules but no harm, no foul. Next, Sharon’s nails ran rampant over Lisa’s stomach occasionally wiggling into her belly button. That worked well. “AAAAAAAAahhhhhhhhhahahahahahahahahahahaahaahhahah
ahahahaahhahahahahahhahahaanoooooahahah”
At 7:44 Sharon rested her hands on Lisa’s hips. Lisa was sweating now and gasping for breath but Sharon showed no mercy. She dug in. She got a great reaction as she used her thumb where Lisa’s hip met her inner thigh, while her other fingers grabbed at her outer hip. I took another mental note.
Sharon definitely had an advantage over me since she had long nails. They worked very well rapidly sliding over Lisa’s butt cheeks. We had placed a couple pillows under Lisa’s back so her ribs and hips pointed upward, screaming to be tickled, while her ass was slightly off the bed, allowing easier access. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHhhahhahaaaaasttttttooo
ooooooooooooooooooooooppppppppppppppppppp” Lisa never realized how ticklish her butt was. Her inner thighs were equally sensitive to Sharon’s nails. I thought Lisa might pass out. She mixed desperate breaths for air with screams, laughter and promises to do anything we wanted if we just stopped tickling her.
Lisa’s knees were only slightly ticklish to a squeeze to the top but much more so to nails underneath them. At 7:48, Sharon turned her attention to Lisa’s feet. Bingo. Lisa freaked as Sharon tickled all over both of them non stop. “Aaaggghhhhhhhhhhhhhaahahahahhannooonnoaaaaaaaaaaa
a” Sharon even bent over and sucked her toes while continuing dragging her nails over Lisa’s soles. This was dangerous because, although each ankle was tied, Lisa could still kick a little and she hit Sharon in the face a couple times.
“How dare you kick me” Sharon reprimanded, digging in even harder at the base of her toes.
“NOOooooooooooooooooooahahahahahahahhapllleeeasese
sesplllleeasaseseeeaaaahhahahaahnooooooaahahhahaha
hahahassstoooooooooooooooooooopppppppppppppaahhaha
haaa”
I let Sharon know when she had one minute left. Sharon stood up beside the bed, I guess so she could move around faster. She reached up and tickled Lisa’s underarms, then her inner thighs, back down to her feet before tickling her ribs. “OoohhGoooddddddddnnnoooooooahahhahahahahahaahah” Sharon was like lightning, tickling fast and furious, making every second count. Finally, the clock hit 7:50 and Sharon stopped. Lisa just collapsed, gasping for breath.
“Not bad Sharon. But I think I can do better.”
Prove it Ticklemiester. Tickle her like you did me.” Sharon encouraged.
“Oh please you guys, I can’t take anymore. Really I can’t. Please stop. Please, I’ll do anything you want.”
You’re already doing what we want” I cracked. “Besides, you only have 10 minutes left, unless of course, you don’t agree with us on your most ticklish spot. Then you’ll have to be tickled a little longer, maybe another hour or so.” I was just kidding but it added to Lisa’s torment.
Sharon handed me a feather as we retraced our steps from earlier. Lightly dragging the feather all over Lisa’s body, keeping her giggling and bring out goose bumps on her skin, taking slightly longer this time, allowing Lisa a little chance to recuperate.
“Ok. My turn.” Excited, I took my place sitting on Lisa’s waist. “ Ready?” I teased.
“No JERRY PLEASE! Don’t. I beg you”
“Keep begging Lisa. That’s what I want to hear” I said, getting bolder and relishing my situation. Without long nails like Sharon’s, I got minimal reaction from Lisa’s neck. But I found a little pressure worked better on her armpits than nails did. Lisa went through the roof.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEA
A” Sharon and I just looked at each other in amazement. How had we missed this earlier. I kept pressing my fingers at the base of her underarms and Lisa kept screaming louder than ever. Her ribs were always good spots and I had taken a pointer from Sharon as to how to elicit the most laughter from Lisa’s hips. By the time I got to Lisa’s feet, she was a wreck. She was still struggling but her laughter had become silent. For my final minute, I decided to concentrate on her upper body, from her hips, up her ribs, under her arms then back down again. All too soon for me, and not soon enough for Lisa, my 10 minutes were up.
Lisa laid there for several minutes still laughing and wiggling around. “You bastards!” she exclaimed.
“Be careful” I said. “You’re still tied. Also, you still have to confess where you are most ticklish. Both Sharon and I have a good idea but if you disagree with us, we’ll have to find out for sure. Now, don’t go anywhere. We’re going to discuss this”
Sharon and I left the room. As we entered the living room, we noticed a bag of ice Lisa must have dropped when she came in, thinking Sharon might be in trouble. It was half melted on the floor. We both looked at each other and grinned. We cleaned it up and threw the ice in the sink except for a few cubes. We both had agreed that when I dug into Lisa’s underarms, we got the best reaction so we strode back into the bedroom, holding the ice behind our backs. We sat on either side of Lisa and showed her what was in our hands.
“Oh shit no, haven’t you two put me through enough aaaaahhahahahahhahahhhahhahahahahaha” she squealed as we dragged the melting ice over her body.
“Now, for the moment of truth Lisa, Where are you most ticklish?”
“AAAhhh I aahhhhhh I ahahahhaha” in between fits from the ice. “My feeeettttaahahahahhahahaahha”
“Oh I’m sorry. That was the wrong answer” The last of the ice melting over her belly button and inner thighs. “Thanks for playing but we think your underarms are more ticklish than your feet. Guess we’ll have to double check.”
“You can’t, noo please, no, don’t, please no please aaaaahhahahahahahahahahhhhhhhh’ I dug into her underarms just like I’d done before while Sharon tickled both feet at once. “Nooaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahahhahahahahahahahhahahahahaha
haahhgggodnoaaaspleaseeeeeeaahh”
“I don’t know Sharon. They’re both pretty ticklish”
“Yea they are. Aren’t they Lisa? They both tickle soooo much don’t they?”
Lisa was hysterical. “Oh yea, I almost forgot” Sharon said. “Who’s the best tickler?” we both laughed, tickling away.
“AAAhhhahahahahah you’reeeeaahahahah both goooodahahahahahahahahaha”
“You have to decide Lisa, or we’ll keep tickling”
“Aahahhahahaahhaahahahahahahahahahahahahah Shharonnnn is. Ahhhaha Those nails ahahahahahahaahhahahahahaahah”
“Ha. I win.” Sharon yelled as she stopped tickling.
“No, can’t be” as I grabbed at Lisa’s sides, making her laugh one last time.
“A bet’s a bet, Jerry. Now let her go. It’s time to pay up.” Little did Lisa know, but Sharon and I had made a bet while we were in the living room. If Lisa proclaimed me as the premier tickler, Sharon would be my slave for the entire next day. If Sharon won, I would allow myself to be tied naked, spread eagle for hers and Lisa’s tickling pleasure for the rest of the night.
Upon hearing this, Lisa smiled. “Pay back is a bitch Jerry. I can attest to that. Pay back is indeed a bitch.” Sharon released Lisa from her bonds as she slowly sat up. Then they both patted the bed and invited me to lie down.
Part 3
Sharon and Lisa ordered me to strip and lay on the bed. I was very nervous, not just because I knew I would be tickled senseless by 2 ladies with revenge on their minds, but of being naked in front of Sharon's best friend. But I was excited too and figured if they didn't mind, what the hell.
Slowly I undressed and layed on my back. The girls wasted no time tying me up spread eagle. I was feeling very helpless and ticklish.
Instead of warming me up with feathers, Sharon told Lisa of my long hair fetish, so they both dragged their gorgeous long hair all over my entire body until every nerve ending was on fire. Then Sharon and Lisa sat down on either side of my waist.
"Looks like he really wants to be tickled" Lisa remarked, looking at my throbbing erection. I tried to convince them it was just what they did to me with their hair, but that was not completely true.
Once the tickling started, it didn't stop for 30 straight minutes. Sharon began digging into my armpits and Lisa squeezed my ribs, my two worst spots. Sharon explained to Lisa where all my ticklish spots were and the best way to tickle them to get the best reactions. The girls were really enjoying themselves, tickling me from head to toe. Nails tickled my inner thighs, neck and feet, fingers probed my ribs, underarms, hips and knees. Hair brushed over me everywhere, giving me goosebumps. Both girls taunted me constantly, saying things like "Ticklish? Right here? Does it tickle when I do this? How about here? You are so ticklish Jerry. This is so much fun to tickle you. We are going to tickle you until you pass out, then when you wake up, we'll tickle you some more. Tickle tickle, you helpless, ticklish boy. We're going to tickle you so much more than you tickled us. All night Jerry, all night. How does this feel Jerry? Can't stop us from tickling you. Feel these fingers under your arms, just try to stop them. Oh, you can't. Poor baby, tickle tickle" They were laughing right along with me.
I really did think I was going to passout when they finally let me catch my breath. "ok Jerry. It's time to play who's the best tickler game. We are each going to take 15 minutes this time. The loser cooks dinner for all of us but also gets to tickle you for another 15 minutes for not picking them. Ok ready?"
Adding it all up, that was at least 45 more minutes of tickling and I didn't think I could take that and told them so. "You can take it and will." Lisa snapped back. "You don't have a choice" With that, both girls began tickling me until I told them who I wanted to tickle me first. They made me say "Please (name), tickle me with no mercy. I want to be tickle tortured" Between the tickling, and the embarrasment, it took me a few minutes to say it coherently, but I finally selected Sharon. I figured she knew me better and wanted to get it over with, foolishly thinking Lisa's 15 minutes wouldn't be as bad.
As we'd done with Lisa, they gave me a few minutes warm up, this time using both feathers and hair. Sharon then straddled my hips, bent over so her nose was just over mine, she smiled, and then dug into my ribs. Once again, I was laughing hysterically while futily pulling at my restraints. Having one tickler was just as bad as two, since I was totally focused on the spots she was tickling as opposed to having sensory overload when multiple spots are tickled. Both were really bad though.
Sharon got me good, exploiting all those spots she knows so well. When her time was up, I was exhausted, but I didn't bother to beg them to stop since I knew it wouldn't do any good. This prompted Lisa to say, "See, you really do love being tickled." Also noting I was still rock hard.
After an all too brief rest, another warm up period, then both girls tickling me until I said "Please tickle me Lisa. I love to be tickle tortured", Lisa took her place straddling my hips. Lisa was an expert tickler. She really got into the tickling and became so overjoyed every time she got me laughing uncontrollably, only egging her on. Unlike Sharon, Lisa's nails weren't very long so that allowed her to really use her finger tips to massage my ribs and underarms. I couldn't believe it but Lisa's stint was even more intense than Sharon's. She had me begging her to stop and gasping for air the entire time. When Sharon yelled time was up, it took me a while to stop laughing and regain somewhat normal breathing.
More hair, feathers and even some ice, both girls had me so horny, I was pleading for them to let me cum. "Not in front of Lisa" Sharon said, ruining my fantasy about having the two of them. "Besides, you still need to decide who is the best tickler". With that, Sharon and Lisa began tickling me again until I chose.
Sharon was stunned when I selected Lisa, but I didn't want to give Lisa another crack at me. Much to my dismay, Sharon said, "Lisa for my fifteen minutes, for not being chosen, I want you to help me tickle him relentlessly. Since you're obviously a much better tickler than I am, I want you to show no mercy." she said sarcastically. "Then, after you leave, I'll really make Jerry wish he had picked me. Tomorrow night, I'll cook supper for us and you can tickle him some more, since he'll still be tied up here." Both girls laughed.
15 more minutes of tickling took 30 minutes, again my helpless body was squeezed, massaged, probed, scratched and tickled. Finally, Lisa got up, kissed me on the cheek, thanked me for a great time and said she looked forward to tomorrow night.
Sharon walked Lisa to the door. I could hear them both laughing, only imagining what they were saying. Then Sharon walked back in the room. "So Jerry, I'm not a good tickler huh?" as she crawled back on the bed with me.
