medikation65
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George was billeted with two women for his stay at university. Jane and Crystal were both very nice, and about 36 years old or so.
Crystal had just come home from work at the dental office. She was wearing a white blouse, a black dress, and solid black stockings. She had kicked her shoes of as she came in, and saw George's door open with him reading on the bed lying on his stomach.
"Hey George," she said as she went over and sat on the side of the bed. George said hello and they discussed how there day had been. Crystal noticed George's shirt came up a little on his side revealing his bare skin.
She said; "I see flesh." And she scribbled her red nails around the exposed skin. George squirmed and laughed a little but kept his eyes on the book. "I'm not ticklish."
"Oh you're not? Seems like you are to me!" she tickled his side again, then reached around to tickle his other side too.
"Nope! I'm not!" George said in between gigles and squirming.
Crystal started tickling his ribs, then when he'd block her hands she'd tickle his sides, and so on.
"I don't know, you're sure squirming a lot from my ticklish fingers!" She started tickling him under the shoulder blade, and he reached an arm back and over his head to stop her. She then, of course, put her other hand into the hollow of his underarm. He immediatly shot his arm down trapping her hand inside, and she continued to wiggle her fingers around driving him bananas!
"You SURE you're not even a little bit ticklish? Even under the arms?" She said with a smile.
Just then Jane came in and said, "What's up? Whatcha doing in here?" Crystal said; "Well I'm just finding out how ticklish Georgie here is!"
"Oh really? Hee hee!" she giggled, "Are you ticklish George?"
"No!" He squeezed out laughing.
"Well he certainly is around here!" Crystal said tickling his upper body.
Jane came over to the bed and started tickling George's legs and the backs of his knees. He let out a: "AAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA!"
"Whoa! There we go!" Crystal said tickling his upper body.
"The backs of the knees, the thighs," Jane was naming all the spots she was tickling him as she was doing it. Then she grabbed an ankle; "The feet!"
Poor George was laughing to no end, and trying to kick out of the grasp of Jane, who would tickle the backs of his knees, then when he'd kick his feet up she'd grab an ankle and tickle the bottom of his foot.
George managed to reach around Crystal, who had one of her feet underneath her, and grab the sole of her black stockinged feet. She shrieked and trying to get out of his grasp, but he held on. She sort of fell over and George was able to get up now, Jane retreated into the doorway ready to run, and George climbed on top of Crystal, who was now on HER stomach with George on top of her facing her feet. She was kicking, and George grabbed both her feet and pulled them up to his chest, he crossed them and then said; "I see I'm not the only one with really ticklish feet!" He then tickled her mercilessly as she started laughing so hysterically it turned into a silent high-pitched laugh. He would hold a stockinged sole in place and scratch the bottom as she was wrinkling up her sole as best she could.
Jane saw what was happening and decided to help! So she came back in and grabbed Crystal's hands pulling them up over her head. George released Crystal's ticklish feet and turned her over so she was on her back. He was straddling her, and Jane was pinning her arms over her head.
"Don't you dare!" Crystal started saying. George just laughed and said; "Where else are YOU ticklish? Hmmm?!?!" And he started tickling her ribs and sides under her silk blouse. She was red with laughter and tried to squirm, but Jane held her down and George's weight was on top of her.
George said; "How about under the arms? Huh Crystal? Should I go higher? And higher?" He was saying as he tickled his way up her ribs.
"No! Hahahaha! No don't-hahahahheee heee!" She was saying. Then he simply moved his fingers into her underarms and scratched through her blouse. She let out a scream which was accompanied by a gail of ticklish helpless laughter, and she was trying to put her arms down, but Jane was cruelly holding her wrists down on the bed.
After a few more minutes, they let her up. George said; "You're turn Jane?"
"Oh I don't think so!" She said as she headed for the door, but not before grabbing Crystal's stocking ankle and scribbling her nails around the bottom for a second. Crystal let out a yelp and pulled her feet into her body giggling.
"You're very, very ticklish." George said to her. "So are you!" Crystal replied. "You and I are going to have to gang up on Jane next time!"
"You got a deal!" George said.
Crystal had just come home from work at the dental office. She was wearing a white blouse, a black dress, and solid black stockings. She had kicked her shoes of as she came in, and saw George's door open with him reading on the bed lying on his stomach.
"Hey George," she said as she went over and sat on the side of the bed. George said hello and they discussed how there day had been. Crystal noticed George's shirt came up a little on his side revealing his bare skin.
She said; "I see flesh." And she scribbled her red nails around the exposed skin. George squirmed and laughed a little but kept his eyes on the book. "I'm not ticklish."
"Oh you're not? Seems like you are to me!" she tickled his side again, then reached around to tickle his other side too.
"Nope! I'm not!" George said in between gigles and squirming.
Crystal started tickling his ribs, then when he'd block her hands she'd tickle his sides, and so on.
"I don't know, you're sure squirming a lot from my ticklish fingers!" She started tickling him under the shoulder blade, and he reached an arm back and over his head to stop her. She then, of course, put her other hand into the hollow of his underarm. He immediatly shot his arm down trapping her hand inside, and she continued to wiggle her fingers around driving him bananas!
"You SURE you're not even a little bit ticklish? Even under the arms?" She said with a smile.
Just then Jane came in and said, "What's up? Whatcha doing in here?" Crystal said; "Well I'm just finding out how ticklish Georgie here is!"
"Oh really? Hee hee!" she giggled, "Are you ticklish George?"
"No!" He squeezed out laughing.
"Well he certainly is around here!" Crystal said tickling his upper body.
Jane came over to the bed and started tickling George's legs and the backs of his knees. He let out a: "AAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA!"
"Whoa! There we go!" Crystal said tickling his upper body.
"The backs of the knees, the thighs," Jane was naming all the spots she was tickling him as she was doing it. Then she grabbed an ankle; "The feet!"
Poor George was laughing to no end, and trying to kick out of the grasp of Jane, who would tickle the backs of his knees, then when he'd kick his feet up she'd grab an ankle and tickle the bottom of his foot.
George managed to reach around Crystal, who had one of her feet underneath her, and grab the sole of her black stockinged feet. She shrieked and trying to get out of his grasp, but he held on. She sort of fell over and George was able to get up now, Jane retreated into the doorway ready to run, and George climbed on top of Crystal, who was now on HER stomach with George on top of her facing her feet. She was kicking, and George grabbed both her feet and pulled them up to his chest, he crossed them and then said; "I see I'm not the only one with really ticklish feet!" He then tickled her mercilessly as she started laughing so hysterically it turned into a silent high-pitched laugh. He would hold a stockinged sole in place and scratch the bottom as she was wrinkling up her sole as best she could.
Jane saw what was happening and decided to help! So she came back in and grabbed Crystal's hands pulling them up over her head. George released Crystal's ticklish feet and turned her over so she was on her back. He was straddling her, and Jane was pinning her arms over her head.
"Don't you dare!" Crystal started saying. George just laughed and said; "Where else are YOU ticklish? Hmmm?!?!" And he started tickling her ribs and sides under her silk blouse. She was red with laughter and tried to squirm, but Jane held her down and George's weight was on top of her.
George said; "How about under the arms? Huh Crystal? Should I go higher? And higher?" He was saying as he tickled his way up her ribs.
"No! Hahahaha! No don't-hahahahheee heee!" She was saying. Then he simply moved his fingers into her underarms and scratched through her blouse. She let out a scream which was accompanied by a gail of ticklish helpless laughter, and she was trying to put her arms down, but Jane was cruelly holding her wrists down on the bed.
After a few more minutes, they let her up. George said; "You're turn Jane?"
"Oh I don't think so!" She said as she headed for the door, but not before grabbing Crystal's stocking ankle and scribbling her nails around the bottom for a second. Crystal let out a yelp and pulled her feet into her body giggling.
"You're very, very ticklish." George said to her. "So are you!" Crystal replied. "You and I are going to have to gang up on Jane next time!"
"You got a deal!" George said.
