tickle_maniac
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hey. this is my first attempt at writing a story. im from india. im not that good at writing but ill try to be atleast in THIS genre. hope you guys like it. here goes............
Introduction to the characters
Sameer: The man of the house. 53 years old. Standing at 6’2 and a little on the heavier side. A very powerful man in the company but a gentle person back home. Loves his wife and daughter more than anyone else in the world. Secretly loves to be tickled by his wife but never openly admits it.
Juhi: The wife. 49 years old. Only 5’6. But what she lacks in height, she makes up with her husky voice and intimidating presence. Not the best of bodies but very fit for her age. Very possessive about her husband and knows his weakness.
Isha: The lovable daughter of the house. 21 years old. 5’8 with a voluptuous body. Loves her father to death and also known to wrap him around her little finger to get what she wants.
It was an ordinary summers day in Mumbai and the city was bustling as usual. Juhi was on a cleaning spree as usual and didn’t like to be disturbed while she was at it. It was then that the doorbell rang and she was sure whoever was at the door would be in for a tough time. She ran to the front door to see who it was and to her surprise it was her husband getting back from work early. “An early day today” he said as he walked in with his many packages. “Oh. I was wondering who it was” she said, as she helped him with his boxes. Dressed in a blue shirt, black trousers and yellow tie he looked every bit the part of a general manager. As far as he was concerned, he was glad to be back home for the day as it meant that he got to spend more time with his wife and daughter which he never got to do.
Juhi looked stunning in her transparent red saree with a full sleeved blouse and had tied her hair in a bun complemented with a maroon dot on her forehead. The saree was worn below the navel to expose her fair, flat stomach and deep navel. A stickler for perfection, she made it a point to match her saree with the nailpolish of the same colour which adorned her long, perfectly manicured nails. She was extremely sensitive too, but today was HER day.
She helped him take his coat off and undid his tie. She immediately got a naughty idea though. She didn’t stop at getting his tie off. She slowly but steadily got his hands behind his back and tied them with the tie. “Hey. What gives………” he tried to protest, but she silenced him by putting her finger on her lips. She then unbuttoned his shirt and looked up at him seductively with half a smile. He was enjoying this so much that he made no attempt to stop her. After getting his belt off she ran her fingernail from his chest down to his stomach. He sucked his stomach in. That was his most sensitive spot. She let her long hair loose, lifted his shirt up and tied it at his chest to expose his stomach and sides completely, leaving it vulnerable and at her mercy. She put her fingernail inside his navel and fingered it a little. She raised her eyebrow as she heard him giggle. Both her hands got into action now as she positioned her fingernails on his sides and started to slowly spider-tickle his sides raising both her eyebrows as if to challenge him. His giggling began to pick up now as she increased her tickling. Not a word had been said till now.
She’d had enough and now began to poke and squeeze at his tanned tummy. She knew her husband’s weak spots and exploited them mercilessly. “No Juhi! Please stop honey! I’m begging you!” he said. “Really?” she teased. “You KNOW I can’t take this” he pleaded, throwing his head back in laughter as that was the only thing he could do. “Uh-huh?” she taunted on, not even for a moment thinking of relieving him of the torment. He started moving backward towards the sofa as he was unable to bear the torture of her nails skittering along his sides. She followed him, poking, prodding, tickling the love of her life into fits of giggles as she enjoyed watching him helpless, like a baby. He fell back on the sofa and started gasping for breath. “Awww. My baby got tired already?” she mocked, looking down at her exhausted husband. “Sweetie. Please stop. I’ll do ANYTHING ” he begged. She kneeled down on the sofa, got on top of him and whispered in his ear, “In your dreams darling.....I’m just getting started.”
His eyes widened on hearing that but in no position to stop her, he just let her take the lead. She untied his hands as he sat up. Tying each hand to one side of the sofa, she had him where she wanted. His hands spread out, his legs together, he was as helpless as he could ever be. Just then, the door opened and in came their daughter from her day out with friends. All she could do was stand there shocked, as she was unaware of her mothers fetish and her fathers weakness. She looked hot wearing dark blue skinny jeans and a fitting horizontal striped purple t shirt which accentuated a little bit of tummy fat. Her hair was falling over her shoulders and her clothes enhanced her body shape. She was fair too and had long nails. While she liked to tickle guys, she had never tickled her dad.
“My, my. What do we have here?” she said as she walked in, throwing her shopping bags on the floor. “Isha. Save me. Your moms been tickling for half an hour.” Sameer pleaded. “Tickling? I never knew you were ticklish dad?” she said surprised. “Oh he is. And he likes it too.” Juhi revealed. “NO!!! NO!!! I DON’T…….” but he was cut off. “You LIKE it? Hmmm….. That reminds me. What happened to that new phone you were supposed to buy me last week? Huh?” Isha questioned. “You’ll get it sweetie. Tomorrow. I promise.” He said. “Tomorrow isn’t good enough dad. I want it NOW” she said as she dug her nails in his belly and started to tickle him with a wicked smile. Her mom looked on proudly as her daughter proved to be as good a tickler as she was, if not better. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!!!!!! BABY PLEASE!!!!!!! PLEASE STOP!!!!!!!!!! DON’T DO THAT!!!!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!!!!” he was lost for words as he never expected to be tortured by two women at the same time. “NOW DADDY!!! NOW!!! I WANT IT NOW!!!!” she used this opportunity to get back at her father as she had the support of her mother too. “NO HONEY PLEASE!!!! SWEETIE I’LL DO ANYTHING!!!!!!! PLEASE LET ME GO!!!! I’LL BUY IT FOR YOU RIGHT NO!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!” Isha looked at him smiling and said, “I think you deserved to be punished dad.” She didn’t stop with her torture right there. She dug her finger into his bellybutton and twirled it in there and got his weak spot. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!! !!!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!! STOOOOOOOOOOOOP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” he could only beg as his daughter was driving him into delirium with her long fingernails finding one spot after the other on his stomach. She finally stopped after five minutes of continuous tickling.
Both Juhi and Isha then ran one nail each over his sensitive tummy, dragging the nails from his navel to his sides as he could only sit there and take the tickling. “Awww… Poor Baby!” Juhi said sarcastically as she looked at her husband without the slightest sign of regret. “Does it tickle Daddy? Cootchie cootchie coo.” teased Isha as she looked at her father half smiling while she ran her fingers across his stomach and along his sides and dipping it in his navel. “NO! PLEASE DON’T DO THIS. PLEASE LET ME GO!!!” begged the father. They looked at each other, as if to toy with the idea of stopping, both knew what they wanted and dug their finger into his sides as he roared with laughter. They loved watching such a large man beg for their mercy as they could make him dance to their tunes. Juhi ran her hand down his tummy, using her long nails to torture his most sensitive area and it got the best reaction out of him while Isha went up to his neck and used both her hands to tickle both sides of his neck. “PLEASE NOT THERE! NOT THERE!” he begged, looking at his daughter. “Then what about HERE.” Juhi said as she unzipped his trousers and tickled his balls with her long fingernails, looking at her poor hubby while she was at it. “NO! NO! NO! PLEASE HONEY! NO! NOT THAT! ANYTHING BUT THAT! HEHEHEHEHEHE!” he giggled as she started off slowly but as she picked up the pace his laughter increased. “HAHAHAHAHAHA! NO!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!! STOP!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” He could only laugh as both the women tickled him into tears by evening.
Well…. This is my first story. I hope everyone likes it. Look up some terms on google if you cant understand. Saree is the sexiest dress to wear during a tickling session.
And can I request a detailed story of Mary Jane Watson tickling Spiderman? With a lot of tummy tickling. Thank you…
Introduction to the characters
Sameer: The man of the house. 53 years old. Standing at 6’2 and a little on the heavier side. A very powerful man in the company but a gentle person back home. Loves his wife and daughter more than anyone else in the world. Secretly loves to be tickled by his wife but never openly admits it.
Juhi: The wife. 49 years old. Only 5’6. But what she lacks in height, she makes up with her husky voice and intimidating presence. Not the best of bodies but very fit for her age. Very possessive about her husband and knows his weakness.
Isha: The lovable daughter of the house. 21 years old. 5’8 with a voluptuous body. Loves her father to death and also known to wrap him around her little finger to get what she wants.
It was an ordinary summers day in Mumbai and the city was bustling as usual. Juhi was on a cleaning spree as usual and didn’t like to be disturbed while she was at it. It was then that the doorbell rang and she was sure whoever was at the door would be in for a tough time. She ran to the front door to see who it was and to her surprise it was her husband getting back from work early. “An early day today” he said as he walked in with his many packages. “Oh. I was wondering who it was” she said, as she helped him with his boxes. Dressed in a blue shirt, black trousers and yellow tie he looked every bit the part of a general manager. As far as he was concerned, he was glad to be back home for the day as it meant that he got to spend more time with his wife and daughter which he never got to do.
Juhi looked stunning in her transparent red saree with a full sleeved blouse and had tied her hair in a bun complemented with a maroon dot on her forehead. The saree was worn below the navel to expose her fair, flat stomach and deep navel. A stickler for perfection, she made it a point to match her saree with the nailpolish of the same colour which adorned her long, perfectly manicured nails. She was extremely sensitive too, but today was HER day.
She helped him take his coat off and undid his tie. She immediately got a naughty idea though. She didn’t stop at getting his tie off. She slowly but steadily got his hands behind his back and tied them with the tie. “Hey. What gives………” he tried to protest, but she silenced him by putting her finger on her lips. She then unbuttoned his shirt and looked up at him seductively with half a smile. He was enjoying this so much that he made no attempt to stop her. After getting his belt off she ran her fingernail from his chest down to his stomach. He sucked his stomach in. That was his most sensitive spot. She let her long hair loose, lifted his shirt up and tied it at his chest to expose his stomach and sides completely, leaving it vulnerable and at her mercy. She put her fingernail inside his navel and fingered it a little. She raised her eyebrow as she heard him giggle. Both her hands got into action now as she positioned her fingernails on his sides and started to slowly spider-tickle his sides raising both her eyebrows as if to challenge him. His giggling began to pick up now as she increased her tickling. Not a word had been said till now.
She’d had enough and now began to poke and squeeze at his tanned tummy. She knew her husband’s weak spots and exploited them mercilessly. “No Juhi! Please stop honey! I’m begging you!” he said. “Really?” she teased. “You KNOW I can’t take this” he pleaded, throwing his head back in laughter as that was the only thing he could do. “Uh-huh?” she taunted on, not even for a moment thinking of relieving him of the torment. He started moving backward towards the sofa as he was unable to bear the torture of her nails skittering along his sides. She followed him, poking, prodding, tickling the love of her life into fits of giggles as she enjoyed watching him helpless, like a baby. He fell back on the sofa and started gasping for breath. “Awww. My baby got tired already?” she mocked, looking down at her exhausted husband. “Sweetie. Please stop. I’ll do ANYTHING ” he begged. She kneeled down on the sofa, got on top of him and whispered in his ear, “In your dreams darling.....I’m just getting started.”
His eyes widened on hearing that but in no position to stop her, he just let her take the lead. She untied his hands as he sat up. Tying each hand to one side of the sofa, she had him where she wanted. His hands spread out, his legs together, he was as helpless as he could ever be. Just then, the door opened and in came their daughter from her day out with friends. All she could do was stand there shocked, as she was unaware of her mothers fetish and her fathers weakness. She looked hot wearing dark blue skinny jeans and a fitting horizontal striped purple t shirt which accentuated a little bit of tummy fat. Her hair was falling over her shoulders and her clothes enhanced her body shape. She was fair too and had long nails. While she liked to tickle guys, she had never tickled her dad.
“My, my. What do we have here?” she said as she walked in, throwing her shopping bags on the floor. “Isha. Save me. Your moms been tickling for half an hour.” Sameer pleaded. “Tickling? I never knew you were ticklish dad?” she said surprised. “Oh he is. And he likes it too.” Juhi revealed. “NO!!! NO!!! I DON’T…….” but he was cut off. “You LIKE it? Hmmm….. That reminds me. What happened to that new phone you were supposed to buy me last week? Huh?” Isha questioned. “You’ll get it sweetie. Tomorrow. I promise.” He said. “Tomorrow isn’t good enough dad. I want it NOW” she said as she dug her nails in his belly and started to tickle him with a wicked smile. Her mom looked on proudly as her daughter proved to be as good a tickler as she was, if not better. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!!!!!! BABY PLEASE!!!!!!! PLEASE STOP!!!!!!!!!! DON’T DO THAT!!!!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!!!!” he was lost for words as he never expected to be tortured by two women at the same time. “NOW DADDY!!! NOW!!! I WANT IT NOW!!!!” she used this opportunity to get back at her father as she had the support of her mother too. “NO HONEY PLEASE!!!! SWEETIE I’LL DO ANYTHING!!!!!!! PLEASE LET ME GO!!!! I’LL BUY IT FOR YOU RIGHT NO!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!” Isha looked at him smiling and said, “I think you deserved to be punished dad.” She didn’t stop with her torture right there. She dug her finger into his bellybutton and twirled it in there and got his weak spot. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!! !!!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!! STOOOOOOOOOOOOP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” he could only beg as his daughter was driving him into delirium with her long fingernails finding one spot after the other on his stomach. She finally stopped after five minutes of continuous tickling.
Both Juhi and Isha then ran one nail each over his sensitive tummy, dragging the nails from his navel to his sides as he could only sit there and take the tickling. “Awww… Poor Baby!” Juhi said sarcastically as she looked at her husband without the slightest sign of regret. “Does it tickle Daddy? Cootchie cootchie coo.” teased Isha as she looked at her father half smiling while she ran her fingers across his stomach and along his sides and dipping it in his navel. “NO! PLEASE DON’T DO THIS. PLEASE LET ME GO!!!” begged the father. They looked at each other, as if to toy with the idea of stopping, both knew what they wanted and dug their finger into his sides as he roared with laughter. They loved watching such a large man beg for their mercy as they could make him dance to their tunes. Juhi ran her hand down his tummy, using her long nails to torture his most sensitive area and it got the best reaction out of him while Isha went up to his neck and used both her hands to tickle both sides of his neck. “PLEASE NOT THERE! NOT THERE!” he begged, looking at his daughter. “Then what about HERE.” Juhi said as she unzipped his trousers and tickled his balls with her long fingernails, looking at her poor hubby while she was at it. “NO! NO! NO! PLEASE HONEY! NO! NOT THAT! ANYTHING BUT THAT! HEHEHEHEHEHE!” he giggled as she started off slowly but as she picked up the pace his laughter increased. “HAHAHAHAHAHA! NO!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!! STOP!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” He could only laugh as both the women tickled him into tears by evening.
Well…. This is my first story. I hope everyone likes it. Look up some terms on google if you cant understand. Saree is the sexiest dress to wear during a tickling session.
And can I request a detailed story of Mary Jane Watson tickling Spiderman? With a lot of tummy tickling. Thank you…
