KITTLETOWN THREE
by Max Speer
CHAPTER NINE
Tickling Meg Ryan
The Talk Show Host smiled as he spoke to his female guest. Pools of lust began to flow bringing fantasies to his mind that he had never dreamed a few months prior.
He had been on a weight loss plan. To help reach his reduction goals, he drank 10 glasses of water a day. At first, it was difficult, but soon, after the new water plant opened, the water seemed to taste better; sweeter, fresher.
It was around that time that he began to have dreams about tickling women. Tickling was never a sexual preference of his. Sure, he had indulged when he was a kid, but never as an adult. It was kid's stuff! Why, then, did he have vivid dreams about tickling women and feeling sexual excitement?
He looked over on the couch at his guest. Meg Ryan wore a sexy, tight, sleeveless tank dress. The unbelievably short length made it extremely difficult for Meg to keep the bottom hem from riding all the way up her smooth legs. The Talk Show Host made wise cracks about it and the audience cheered and whistled.
The plan was for Meg to plug her latest movie but the Talk Show Host decided to take a side step as he watched her put both elbows up on the back of the overstuffed couch. He practically drooled as he saw her smooth, hairless armpits. The armholes of the dress squeezed tightly around her soft arms accentuating the ticklish spots. She crossed her leg and her foot dangled and bobbed.
"Tell me about the event at the awards show," he said quietly.
"Oh, that!" Meg said rolling her eyes. She brought her arms down and crossed her hands over her lap.
Damn!
"Well," she continued, "Sharon and I were giving the presentation when I suddenly felt fingers tickling my ribs and up under my arms. I freaked out! I'm real ticklish and I just lost it! I looked over at Sharon and she was twisting and laughing too but there was no one behind her. This really freaked us out and I panicked! But it tickled so much that all I could do was fall to the ground and scream.
"It must've looked really weird, the two of us rolling around on stage but there was no logical reason. I mean, Sharon's really ticklish too, and the sight of her screaming and laughing made me panic even more."
"Where were you being tickled?" Talk Show Host said as he felt his erection begin to throb hearing the lovely actress retell the story of being tickled.
"On my sides and under my arms. Even my neck." She tickled herself as she described it.
"Are you very ticklish there? I mean, couldn't you take it?"
"Take it? I was being tickled by a ghost! I didn't know what was going on. Besides, I am very ticklish anyway."
"Where are you ticklish the most?" Meg blushed.
Meg looked over at her manager, sitting behind a cameraman. This wasn't the course that the interview was supposed to take. The manager, however, was beginning to fill with lust himself and gave Meg a nod of assent.
"Oh, I don't know, the usual places: under my arms, my ribs, my feet. Where are you ticklish?"
The Talk Show Host was unaffected by the question and got up. He walked around his desk and sat on the couch next her.
Meg looked over at her manager again but he gave her a reassuring nod.
"I don't believe that you are as ticklish as you say," Talk Show Host said planting himself close to the beauty. "What do you think, audience? Should we test her out? See if she's as ticklish as she claims?"
Meg was protesting but the audience was cheering and whistling. They, too, were filling with lust. Meg couldn't refuse now. It would look bad for her image if she walked out. She had to play along.
Talk Show Host gently took her wrists and placed them back on the back of the couch. Meg pulled them down, shaking her head, but still wearing that famous Meg Ryan curled up smile. The Talk Show Host took her hands again and placed them back. This time she left them there.
"I can't believe you're gonna tickle me," she said with a giggle, embarrassed and uncomfortable.
Talk Show Host extended the index fingers of both hands and pointed them towards her outstretched underarms.
"No No, don't!" Meg said, giggling and turning red.
Talk Show Host made little circles in the air and slowly neared her armpits like a missile zeroing in on its target in slow motion. As his fingers got closer, Meg began to laugh harder, protesting all the time.
Finally, he touched the soft, silky armpits and tickled slightly.
The effect was explosive. Meg Ryan threw her arms down and exploded into hysterical giggling. She squealed for him to leave her alone, but Talk Show Host gently took her wrists again.
"Now that wasn't enough, Meg. How can we test you if you can't keep your arms up for one full minute." The audience was laughing and cheering.
"A minute??" she yelled, giggling.
The audience whistled and jeered, chanting, "A minute! A minute! A minute!"
He placed them on the back of the couch saying, "If you can't keep them up for a minute, we're going to have to hold you forcefully. What do you think, audience, should I get a volunteer to hold Meg's arm's down?"
The audience went absolutely wild and security guards had to hold back a few over anxious members.
This made Meg laugh and protest. She was hysterical just thinking about it. But she was also very edgy about how the outcome of all this would be.
Once again, Talk Show Host pointed his fingers and brought them up to her armpits. Changing his mind, he moved them to her elbow crooks and touched the soft skin. Meg began to giggle. Then, he drew them up the inside of her arms on the soft, fleshy undersides. This proved extremely ticklish to Meg and she burst into laughter as she began to pull her arms down laughing and giggling, "I can't! I can't! I can't!"
The audience increased the chanting and Meg kept her arms up on the couch, only this time gripping the soft material with all her might.
Talk Show Host continued to draw his fingers up the soft skin. He paused for a second before inserting them into her warm, dry, silky armpits. There, he tickled and stroked, saying, "Tickle tickle tickle!" The audience answered in kind.
Meg screamed and threw her arms down, twisting away from his tickling fingers. She rolled on the couch as her short dress rode up, revealing her panties. The Talk Show Host grabbed her exposed ribs and tickled her, squeezing his other hand under her body to reach the ribs on the other side.
Meg Ryan just about lost her mind and she squealed and squealed in laughter as the Talk Show Host tickled her highly sensitive sides, moving his galloping fingers up and down as the laughing actress twisted and squirmed this way and that to avoid his fingers.
Suddenly, her manager appeared by her feet and held her ankles firmly. The audience went wild! He held her ankles as the Talk Show Host tickled her sensitive ribs, moving up to tickle her armpits, then down again.
Not wanting to be excluded, the manager turned his back on Meg and pinned both of her ankles under his left arm. Then, he slipped off her shoes and began to tickle both feet at the same time.
Meg's screaming intensified as she began to lose control, cursing him through her laughter. But every time she tried to grab at her feet and thwart off the tickling, Talk Show Host would slip his fingers into her armpits and tickle, causing her to lurch back again and laugh hysterically.
At the commercial, they let her go. The men were horny as hell and Meg was a mess. She didn't know whether to curse them out, leave or kiss them. She was feeling a mix of sexual excitement although logically she knew that her career would never be the same after that stunt.
What did happen was more than she imagined. She was suddenly invited on more talk shows and movie offers came flooding in, along with proposals for marriage.
Not wanting to be upstaged, the movie starlets began to appear on more and more talk shows in efforts to be tickled as well.
But that's another story.
by Max Speer
CHAPTER NINE
Tickling Meg Ryan
The Talk Show Host smiled as he spoke to his female guest. Pools of lust began to flow bringing fantasies to his mind that he had never dreamed a few months prior.
He had been on a weight loss plan. To help reach his reduction goals, he drank 10 glasses of water a day. At first, it was difficult, but soon, after the new water plant opened, the water seemed to taste better; sweeter, fresher.
It was around that time that he began to have dreams about tickling women. Tickling was never a sexual preference of his. Sure, he had indulged when he was a kid, but never as an adult. It was kid's stuff! Why, then, did he have vivid dreams about tickling women and feeling sexual excitement?
He looked over on the couch at his guest. Meg Ryan wore a sexy, tight, sleeveless tank dress. The unbelievably short length made it extremely difficult for Meg to keep the bottom hem from riding all the way up her smooth legs. The Talk Show Host made wise cracks about it and the audience cheered and whistled.
The plan was for Meg to plug her latest movie but the Talk Show Host decided to take a side step as he watched her put both elbows up on the back of the overstuffed couch. He practically drooled as he saw her smooth, hairless armpits. The armholes of the dress squeezed tightly around her soft arms accentuating the ticklish spots. She crossed her leg and her foot dangled and bobbed.
"Tell me about the event at the awards show," he said quietly.
"Oh, that!" Meg said rolling her eyes. She brought her arms down and crossed her hands over her lap.
Damn!
"Well," she continued, "Sharon and I were giving the presentation when I suddenly felt fingers tickling my ribs and up under my arms. I freaked out! I'm real ticklish and I just lost it! I looked over at Sharon and she was twisting and laughing too but there was no one behind her. This really freaked us out and I panicked! But it tickled so much that all I could do was fall to the ground and scream.
"It must've looked really weird, the two of us rolling around on stage but there was no logical reason. I mean, Sharon's really ticklish too, and the sight of her screaming and laughing made me panic even more."
"Where were you being tickled?" Talk Show Host said as he felt his erection begin to throb hearing the lovely actress retell the story of being tickled.
"On my sides and under my arms. Even my neck." She tickled herself as she described it.
"Are you very ticklish there? I mean, couldn't you take it?"
"Take it? I was being tickled by a ghost! I didn't know what was going on. Besides, I am very ticklish anyway."
"Where are you ticklish the most?" Meg blushed.
Meg looked over at her manager, sitting behind a cameraman. This wasn't the course that the interview was supposed to take. The manager, however, was beginning to fill with lust himself and gave Meg a nod of assent.
"Oh, I don't know, the usual places: under my arms, my ribs, my feet. Where are you ticklish?"
The Talk Show Host was unaffected by the question and got up. He walked around his desk and sat on the couch next her.
Meg looked over at her manager again but he gave her a reassuring nod.
"I don't believe that you are as ticklish as you say," Talk Show Host said planting himself close to the beauty. "What do you think, audience? Should we test her out? See if she's as ticklish as she claims?"
Meg was protesting but the audience was cheering and whistling. They, too, were filling with lust. Meg couldn't refuse now. It would look bad for her image if she walked out. She had to play along.
Talk Show Host gently took her wrists and placed them back on the back of the couch. Meg pulled them down, shaking her head, but still wearing that famous Meg Ryan curled up smile. The Talk Show Host took her hands again and placed them back. This time she left them there.
"I can't believe you're gonna tickle me," she said with a giggle, embarrassed and uncomfortable.
Talk Show Host extended the index fingers of both hands and pointed them towards her outstretched underarms.
"No No, don't!" Meg said, giggling and turning red.
Talk Show Host made little circles in the air and slowly neared her armpits like a missile zeroing in on its target in slow motion. As his fingers got closer, Meg began to laugh harder, protesting all the time.
Finally, he touched the soft, silky armpits and tickled slightly.
The effect was explosive. Meg Ryan threw her arms down and exploded into hysterical giggling. She squealed for him to leave her alone, but Talk Show Host gently took her wrists again.
"Now that wasn't enough, Meg. How can we test you if you can't keep your arms up for one full minute." The audience was laughing and cheering.
"A minute??" she yelled, giggling.
The audience whistled and jeered, chanting, "A minute! A minute! A minute!"
He placed them on the back of the couch saying, "If you can't keep them up for a minute, we're going to have to hold you forcefully. What do you think, audience, should I get a volunteer to hold Meg's arm's down?"
The audience went absolutely wild and security guards had to hold back a few over anxious members.
This made Meg laugh and protest. She was hysterical just thinking about it. But she was also very edgy about how the outcome of all this would be.
Once again, Talk Show Host pointed his fingers and brought them up to her armpits. Changing his mind, he moved them to her elbow crooks and touched the soft skin. Meg began to giggle. Then, he drew them up the inside of her arms on the soft, fleshy undersides. This proved extremely ticklish to Meg and she burst into laughter as she began to pull her arms down laughing and giggling, "I can't! I can't! I can't!"
The audience increased the chanting and Meg kept her arms up on the couch, only this time gripping the soft material with all her might.
Talk Show Host continued to draw his fingers up the soft skin. He paused for a second before inserting them into her warm, dry, silky armpits. There, he tickled and stroked, saying, "Tickle tickle tickle!" The audience answered in kind.
Meg screamed and threw her arms down, twisting away from his tickling fingers. She rolled on the couch as her short dress rode up, revealing her panties. The Talk Show Host grabbed her exposed ribs and tickled her, squeezing his other hand under her body to reach the ribs on the other side.
Meg Ryan just about lost her mind and she squealed and squealed in laughter as the Talk Show Host tickled her highly sensitive sides, moving his galloping fingers up and down as the laughing actress twisted and squirmed this way and that to avoid his fingers.
Suddenly, her manager appeared by her feet and held her ankles firmly. The audience went wild! He held her ankles as the Talk Show Host tickled her sensitive ribs, moving up to tickle her armpits, then down again.
Not wanting to be excluded, the manager turned his back on Meg and pinned both of her ankles under his left arm. Then, he slipped off her shoes and began to tickle both feet at the same time.
Meg's screaming intensified as she began to lose control, cursing him through her laughter. But every time she tried to grab at her feet and thwart off the tickling, Talk Show Host would slip his fingers into her armpits and tickle, causing her to lurch back again and laugh hysterically.
At the commercial, they let her go. The men were horny as hell and Meg was a mess. She didn't know whether to curse them out, leave or kiss them. She was feeling a mix of sexual excitement although logically she knew that her career would never be the same after that stunt.
What did happen was more than she imagined. She was suddenly invited on more talk shows and movie offers came flooding in, along with proposals for marriage.
Not wanting to be upstaged, the movie starlets began to appear on more and more talk shows in efforts to be tickled as well.
But that's another story.
