KITTLETOWN TWO /Chapter 21
KITTLETOWN TWO
by Max Speer
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Barbara & Shelly Tickling
One week later, Shelly Callan came over to visit Barbara. It was around 3:00 and she figured that Nick would be alright with Jay when he got home from school. She needed to get out with friends so she ran to Barbara's house which was a short drive.
Barbara was delighted by the visit and fixed them some coffee. She looked extra gorgeous on that day: Her hair was clean and wavy, her make-up impeccably perfect in its simplicity. She wore a summery, blue sundress; sleeveless of course. Even her toe nails were painted pink and perfect.
Shelly was mesmorized at how Barbara could always look as if she had just stepped out of a beauty parlor. She looked down at her flowered 'romper' and felt embarrassed. There was no need, though, since Barbara never displayed even a hint of snobbery.
Barbara poured two glasses of water. She had been drinking lots of water lately. For one thing, she seemed to be more thirsty, but this she shrugged off on the hot days of 'Indian' Summer.
She had also been plagued with the strangest dreams.
In one dream she woke up in a bed made of straw and logs. Around her were three bears. At first, it was hard for her to focus on the three figures, but after a moment or two, she realized that there was, indeed, a Papa, Mama and Baby Bear standing over her in bed. Then she tried to move and realized that she was tied, spread eagle, to the four posters of the bed.
As she looked up at her tied wrists, she noticed blonde, curly hair splayed around her head.
"Goldilocks," Barbara said to herself in her dream. "I'm Goldilocks!"
"Yes you are," the Papa Bear said. "And do you know what we do to little girls who trespass? We tickle them!"
Suddenly, the Three Bears pounced on the bound Barbara and began tickling her all over: her ribs, her armpits, her neck. Baby Bear removed her little shoes and began tickling her feet.
Barbara remembered in retrospect how intense the tickling felt, as if magnified. She recalled how she laughed. That too was more intense. But what was unusual was that the more she laughed, the more she felt intense feelings of sexual pleasure.
As the Bears tickled her frantically, laughing and enjoying themselves, Barbara remembered feeling more helpless; more submissive. These feelings were very exciting to her, and she remembered waking suddenly and feeling "horny as hell".
"The coffee's dripping. Have some water," Barbara said, sitting on the couch next to Shelly.
Shelly was sitting with her left arm up on the back of the couch. Barbara did the same, placing her bare arm behind Shelly's.
Barbara began talking about the kids and Jim. As she talked she let her fingertips play, lightly on Shelly's shoulder. It tickled and Shelly hunched up a little. This turned Barbara on so she let the conversation continue as she moved her fingers from the tops of Shelly's shoulder, sliding ever-so-slowly towards her exposed armpit.
Shelly's face burst into a broad smile as she felt the growing feeling of tickles. She leaned forward and began to bring her arm down when Barbara caught her with her other hand, holding Shelly's arm. She continued moving towards Shelly's underarm and Shelly began to giggle. Barbara's fingertips entered the smooth, sensitive hollow. She let her fingertips stroke lightly.
Shelly burst into laughter and tried to move but Barbara had her tight.
"Tickle tickle tickle," Barbara said teasingly. "Does Shelly have a problem? Are we ticklish?" Barbara said as if speaking to a baby.
"Yes!!!! Hee hee hee hee hee hee Stoppp!!!!!" Shelly giggled but Barbara began to tickle more in earnest, her passion growing with every stroke.
Shelly managed to break free and crawl off of the couch. Barbara grabbed her ankle and held tightly. Then she slipped off her slipper and began the torturous stroking on Shelly's pink sole.
This was TORTURE for Shelly since her husband tickled her feet for hours. She screamed and laughed and coughed, twisting her leg to break free. She reached up and tried to put her hands over her foot but Barbara would grab her ribs and Shelly would squeal, falling back to the rug.
Finally, Shelly broke free and sat on the floor, still laughing. Barbara was laughing too and feeling very excited. She walked over and squatted down, stroking Shelly's blonde hair.
"Are you all right?" Barbara asked giggling.
"Yes, you creep," Shelly said, also laughing. Then Shelly looked at Barbara and her magnificent body. That's all it took.
She grabbed Barbara's wrists and pulled her down, and with one grand twist was on top of Barbara and pinning her hands over her head.
"Now what are you gonna do?" Barbara said laughing. "You're not strong enough to hold both of my hands, are you?"
Just then the door opened.
"Hi mom, I'm home...". It was Buddy! "Wow, Mom, it looks like you are really in a bit of a jam. A real jam."
"Buddy," Barbara said, trying to sound patient. "Help Mommy out of this predicament. Please?"
Buddy looked over at Shelly Callan, his friend's mother who he had great fun tickling not too long ago. He looked at her armpit revealed by her position and remembered how ticklish she was there. It would be easy to save his Mom by a mere touch on that ticklish spot. She would certainly recoil and Mom would be free.
Buddy laid down on his side on the carpet and propped his head up with one hand. He was inched from his mother's outstretched arms.
"Well, Mom," he said. "Remember how you told me that I couldn't watch Flip and Flop the other day?"
Barbara started to laugh. "Oh no!" she said.
Buddy let his index finger dangle over his mother's smooth armpit. He circled the air an inch above it and Barbara began to laugh and plead with him. Shelly was laughing too at this spectacle. Suddenly, he let his finger drop and he began to slowly tickle the smooth, sensitive skin of her armpit.
Barbara laughed and Shelly felt the sudden need to apply more pressure.
Buddy smiled as he, lazily, drew Flip and Flop on the surface of Barbara's ticklish underarm with his finger.
Barbara squealed in laughter.
"Maybe I'll draw Flip on this arm..." Buddy drew the simple cartoon character on her armpit causing hysterical giggles.
"Then," he said rising and dropping to her other side. "I'll draw Flop on this arm." He drew the other character with his finger.
"Please!!!!!" Barbara pleaded. "Stop tickling me, Buddy Hee hee hee hee hee Noooo Ha ha ha ha ha!!!"
He just continued to tickle, blissfully exploring her upper and inner arms. Then he worked down to her stretched ribs causing her giggles to change in pitch.
"Tickle tickle tickle," he said.
Suddenly, the activity stopped because they heard someone at the door. The three looked up as a figure banged on the screen door.
"Who is it?" Barbara yelled from a most vulnerable position.
The figure entered holding a flat box in his hand.
"Pizza boy," he said as he entered the house.
KITTLETOWN TWO
by Max Speer
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Barbara & Shelly Tickling
One week later, Shelly Callan came over to visit Barbara. It was around 3:00 and she figured that Nick would be alright with Jay when he got home from school. She needed to get out with friends so she ran to Barbara's house which was a short drive.
Barbara was delighted by the visit and fixed them some coffee. She looked extra gorgeous on that day: Her hair was clean and wavy, her make-up impeccably perfect in its simplicity. She wore a summery, blue sundress; sleeveless of course. Even her toe nails were painted pink and perfect.
Shelly was mesmorized at how Barbara could always look as if she had just stepped out of a beauty parlor. She looked down at her flowered 'romper' and felt embarrassed. There was no need, though, since Barbara never displayed even a hint of snobbery.
Barbara poured two glasses of water. She had been drinking lots of water lately. For one thing, she seemed to be more thirsty, but this she shrugged off on the hot days of 'Indian' Summer.
She had also been plagued with the strangest dreams.
In one dream she woke up in a bed made of straw and logs. Around her were three bears. At first, it was hard for her to focus on the three figures, but after a moment or two, she realized that there was, indeed, a Papa, Mama and Baby Bear standing over her in bed. Then she tried to move and realized that she was tied, spread eagle, to the four posters of the bed.
As she looked up at her tied wrists, she noticed blonde, curly hair splayed around her head.
"Goldilocks," Barbara said to herself in her dream. "I'm Goldilocks!"
"Yes you are," the Papa Bear said. "And do you know what we do to little girls who trespass? We tickle them!"
Suddenly, the Three Bears pounced on the bound Barbara and began tickling her all over: her ribs, her armpits, her neck. Baby Bear removed her little shoes and began tickling her feet.
Barbara remembered in retrospect how intense the tickling felt, as if magnified. She recalled how she laughed. That too was more intense. But what was unusual was that the more she laughed, the more she felt intense feelings of sexual pleasure.
As the Bears tickled her frantically, laughing and enjoying themselves, Barbara remembered feeling more helpless; more submissive. These feelings were very exciting to her, and she remembered waking suddenly and feeling "horny as hell".
"The coffee's dripping. Have some water," Barbara said, sitting on the couch next to Shelly.
Shelly was sitting with her left arm up on the back of the couch. Barbara did the same, placing her bare arm behind Shelly's.
Barbara began talking about the kids and Jim. As she talked she let her fingertips play, lightly on Shelly's shoulder. It tickled and Shelly hunched up a little. This turned Barbara on so she let the conversation continue as she moved her fingers from the tops of Shelly's shoulder, sliding ever-so-slowly towards her exposed armpit.
Shelly's face burst into a broad smile as she felt the growing feeling of tickles. She leaned forward and began to bring her arm down when Barbara caught her with her other hand, holding Shelly's arm. She continued moving towards Shelly's underarm and Shelly began to giggle. Barbara's fingertips entered the smooth, sensitive hollow. She let her fingertips stroke lightly.
Shelly burst into laughter and tried to move but Barbara had her tight.
"Tickle tickle tickle," Barbara said teasingly. "Does Shelly have a problem? Are we ticklish?" Barbara said as if speaking to a baby.
"Yes!!!! Hee hee hee hee hee hee Stoppp!!!!!" Shelly giggled but Barbara began to tickle more in earnest, her passion growing with every stroke.
Shelly managed to break free and crawl off of the couch. Barbara grabbed her ankle and held tightly. Then she slipped off her slipper and began the torturous stroking on Shelly's pink sole.
This was TORTURE for Shelly since her husband tickled her feet for hours. She screamed and laughed and coughed, twisting her leg to break free. She reached up and tried to put her hands over her foot but Barbara would grab her ribs and Shelly would squeal, falling back to the rug.
Finally, Shelly broke free and sat on the floor, still laughing. Barbara was laughing too and feeling very excited. She walked over and squatted down, stroking Shelly's blonde hair.
"Are you all right?" Barbara asked giggling.
"Yes, you creep," Shelly said, also laughing. Then Shelly looked at Barbara and her magnificent body. That's all it took.
She grabbed Barbara's wrists and pulled her down, and with one grand twist was on top of Barbara and pinning her hands over her head.
"Now what are you gonna do?" Barbara said laughing. "You're not strong enough to hold both of my hands, are you?"
Just then the door opened.
"Hi mom, I'm home...". It was Buddy! "Wow, Mom, it looks like you are really in a bit of a jam. A real jam."
"Buddy," Barbara said, trying to sound patient. "Help Mommy out of this predicament. Please?"
Buddy looked over at Shelly Callan, his friend's mother who he had great fun tickling not too long ago. He looked at her armpit revealed by her position and remembered how ticklish she was there. It would be easy to save his Mom by a mere touch on that ticklish spot. She would certainly recoil and Mom would be free.
Buddy laid down on his side on the carpet and propped his head up with one hand. He was inched from his mother's outstretched arms.
"Well, Mom," he said. "Remember how you told me that I couldn't watch Flip and Flop the other day?"
Barbara started to laugh. "Oh no!" she said.
Buddy let his index finger dangle over his mother's smooth armpit. He circled the air an inch above it and Barbara began to laugh and plead with him. Shelly was laughing too at this spectacle. Suddenly, he let his finger drop and he began to slowly tickle the smooth, sensitive skin of her armpit.
Barbara laughed and Shelly felt the sudden need to apply more pressure.
Buddy smiled as he, lazily, drew Flip and Flop on the surface of Barbara's ticklish underarm with his finger.
Barbara squealed in laughter.
"Maybe I'll draw Flip on this arm..." Buddy drew the simple cartoon character on her armpit causing hysterical giggles.
"Then," he said rising and dropping to her other side. "I'll draw Flop on this arm." He drew the other character with his finger.
"Please!!!!!" Barbara pleaded. "Stop tickling me, Buddy Hee hee hee hee hee Noooo Ha ha ha ha ha!!!"
He just continued to tickle, blissfully exploring her upper and inner arms. Then he worked down to her stretched ribs causing her giggles to change in pitch.
"Tickle tickle tickle," he said.
Suddenly, the activity stopped because they heard someone at the door. The three looked up as a figure banged on the screen door.
"Who is it?" Barbara yelled from a most vulnerable position.
The figure entered holding a flat box in his hand.
"Pizza boy," he said as he entered the house.
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