The house was almost ready. Don stood in the entrance to the hallway, surveying the living room with his long, lanky arms folded across his narrow chest and plain black t-shirt. Icy blue eyes narrowed, and he shook his head slightly, black ponytail swishing between his shoulder blades.
"We forgot to dust the TV stand," he said.
"I'm on it!" Lionel said. The short, stocky man leapt up from the couch, rushing to grab a cloth and tidy up the one piece of furniture with dust still on it. The job done, he turned to his roommate, a boyish grin splitting his five o'clock shadow as he dusted his hands on his khaki cargo pants. "That should be everything, right?"
Don went through a mental checklist as he glanced around their shared living room, not that there was all that much to check. The floors were clean, the table was packed with snacks, drinks, and paper plates and utensils, and the crumbs had been cleaned out of the couch cushions. The two bachelors had little else in the common area, so the tall man nodded his head with satisfaction after only a moment's thought.
The doorbell rang, and the two turned in unison towards the door. Lionel hurried over, already wondering which guests it would be. He hadn't yet met the girls they were throwing a 'welcome to the neighborhood' party for, but had been assured by his dark-haired friend that they were both gorgeous, so he was excited to see them in person. On the other hand, he knew the other guests they were expecting were a pair of hotties, so he wouldn't be disappointed to see those two instead. He pulled the door open enthusiastically, and found his eyes level with a pair of large, plaid-covered breasts. He looked up after a split-second hesitation, meeting the guest's brown eyes. Her eyebrow, already naturally arched, was quirked upward as if to tell him she'd noticed, while the ghost of a smile on her lips suggested she was more amused than offended. As a faint blush rose in his cheeks, he noticed another girl, shorter but still taller than Lionel, standing behind the first, staring coolly at him.
"Hey, you must be the new neighbors!" He said, favoring them with his trademark friendly smile. "I'm Lionel, great to meet you! Come on in!"
"I'm Katy, and this is Megan," the tall girl said as she strode past him, her friend following like her shadow.
Don took the two newcomers in as he moved to greet them. Katy was a tanned, athletic-looking girl, perhaps five foot ten or eleven. She wore a sleeveless plaid button-down that likely would have hung loosely, if it hadn't been stretched tight to contain her huge breasts and still tuck into her blue jeans. Those jeans clung tightly to her impressive hips and thick thighs, then disappeared into her black knee-high boots. Her frilly orange hair hung to about the level of her jaw, while her arcing eyebrows gave her face a playful, fey cast.
Megan was slimmer, with long, shimmering black hair that made for a striking contrast with her pale skin and large green eyes. Her cold, statuesque features enhanced the effect. Her dark blue skinny jeans and purple tee clung to her shapely figure, and the shirt's V-neck went low enough to display impressive cleavage. Given all that, Don could hardly be blamed for not noticing her white running shoes and purple ankle socks.
The four got drinks and snacks from the table and chatted for a few minutes, exchanging the usual "get to know you" questions: where are you from, where do you work, what are your hobbies, etc. Then, Don accidentally brushed a hand against Katy's side while punctuating some story with a gesture, and the amazon all but leapt away, barely keeping her drink in her red plastic cup.
"Hey!" Was all she said, but the sudden tension in her eyes told her hosts everything they needed to know.
"My bad," Don said. His face was apologetic, but his mind simply catalogued the reaction as useful information. Lionel gave a friendly, mollifying grin. Megan sipped her drink, studying the two men quietly. The conversation continued. It was like nothing had happened, except that Katy glanced suspiciously Don's way every few minutes.
Another knock at the door came, and the new visitors didn't wait for a greeting before they came in. In front was a tiny, brown eyed blonde, dressed simply in a sleeveless white top, black jeans, and cowgirl boot. A curvy, olive skinned brunette walked in behind her, wearing sandals and a loose blue sundress that didn't quite hide the size of her bosom.
"Becky, Chrissy!" Lionel called out. "Great to see you! Come meet Katy and Megan."
The two joined the conversation; the brunette, Chrissy, did more of the talking, though Becky occasionally interjected with a clever observation or cutting remark. The party got into full swing after that; the six broke out the alcohol, talked, laughed, and played games for a few hours. Eventually, Katy headed for home; the tall redhead was meeting friends for breakfast the next morning, and needed her beauty sleep. Her raven-haired roommate, however, was free the next day, and so could stay and party late into the night. Eventually, though, she saw something that sent alarm bells blaring through her pleasantly buzzed mind. Mid-conversation, Lionel slipped around behind Christina and squeezed her wide hips, setting the curvy brunette squealing as she pulled away from him. Glancing at the others, Megan noticed Don had glanced over at Becky with a slight smirk. She recalled earlier the way he had -apparently unintentionally- tickled Katy, and found herself wondering if that was an accident or a test.
A scenario formed in her mind immediately: the two working their way around the circle, eventually prodding at Megan, and realizing just how ticklish the green-eyed beauty really was. That never went well for her. It seemed no one could discover that secret without needing to tickle her more, to chase her when she ran and hold her down. She hated every second of it, and yet they always refused to believe her; they said she laughed too much to hate it.
So, she formed a plan: she would go into the bathroom, lock the door, and wait for the sounds of girlish laughter. Surely, without her there to test, the two handsy hosts would turn on the girls they already knew were ticklish, and she could slip out unnoticed. The first part of her plan went off without a hitch; the second seemed to be taking longer than she expected, so to cover the wait she thought she may as well take care of her business; she had downed several drinks, after all. Just as she finished washing her hands, she finally heard laughter, but only a single voice. She waited more, but no second laugh joined the first.
"Hey Meg, you're missing the fun!" Becky's voice was muffled by the door. Megan's big green eyes narrowed; obviously the other guests were in on it, and this had been a scheme to tickle her and Katy.
Becky, waiting outside the door, was part of no such scheme. She listened close to hear a response; Chrissy was laughing loudly behind her, and Megan tended to speak quietly. Instead she heard a faint creek, then some scuffling, followed by a bang and a yelp. She turned to the others.
"I... think Megan just climbed out the bathroom window." She said. The other three stared back at the tiny blonde, their faces mirroring her confusion.
Don reacted first. The lanky, dark-haired man walked over, jiggled the door knob, and found it locked. He quickly led the way out and around the side of the house, where they found the green-eyed brunette halfway out the window, struggling to lift the heavy pane enough to get her well-rounded buttocks through.
“Megan, what on earth were you doing?” Chrissy asked, concern clear in her voice as she moved to help the trapped guest.
Becky’s brown eyes widened, then narrowed as a devious smirk spread across her pretty face.
“I think I know exactly what she was doing,” she said, then darted her index fingers into Megan’s pits. “She was leaving us to get tickled while she escaped!”
Megan immediately squealed and pulled her arms tight, throwing her torso from side to side in a fruitless attempt to escape Becky’s probing fingers. Before she could come up with any excuse, another pair of hands drove her to greater laughter as Don immediately moved next to her and began clawing at her sides.
“Ahaha noho! I wahasn’t ahaha!” The raven-haired beauty gasped out between squealing laughs. She swatted at the probing hands, to no avail; when she tried to pry Becky’s fingers out of her barely-protected pits, Don moved up to paw and pinch at her ribs; when she tried to force his hands back to less ticklish turf, Becky exploited the openings to wriggle more fingers into Megan’s underarms.
Don glanced around, and saw Lionel and Chrissy watching hesitantly; Lionel grinned at the giggling brunette’s plight, while Chrissy looked like she was on the verge of telling them to stop tickling the poor girl. The dark-haired man nipped that in the bud with his next words.
“Well, I’d say Megan’s having some fun here,” he said, grinning at the two onlookers while squeezing up and down the helpless beauty’s sides; he made sure to dig in particularly hard to her sensitive ribs as he spoke the next sentence, drawing the loudest shriek of laughter from her yet. “I bet she’d enjoy even more if someone tickled her feet, too.”
Chrissy opened her mouth to object, but Lionel grabbed her hand and rushed inside. A moment later, the doorknob to the bathroom began to jiggle. It didn’t open immediately though. As Lionel attempted to get the door open, Becky and Don kept working over Megan’s torso; the green-eyed girl eventually gave up on swatting at them and pulled her arms in to her sides, letting her upper body curl downwards as much as she could. Don continued digging into her sides, feeling their softness, mingled with just a hint of firm muscle underneath.
“Gahaha cohohohme onhahaa, gehet meheehee out of here ahahah!” Megan begged, her wide eyes screwed tightly shut.
Megan was quite a sight to behold when the four finished their work. Her sexy, naked body was tied down with her limbs spread-eagle, and her wavy black hair had grown stringy from sweat and stuck to her foreheads and temples. Her big green eyes were turning red and puffy from crying, while her small nostrils flared and full lips opened greedily to suck air into her aching lungs. Her long, graceful neck, flat belly, and hourglass-curved sides were all covered in pink marks and finger tracks, while her pale and as-yet untouched breasts between them all heaved hypnotically with every desperate breath. Lower down, her smooth-shaven mound and labia were still as milky white as ever, and the latter opened slightly due to the spread of her shapely legs. Yet more tickle tracks marked her hairless inner thighs, and her well-rounded calves curved down to her ankles, where her purple and green socks were the only garment left to the hapless beauty.
She cast her eyes around desperately, looking for any sign of sympathy. Don's eyes were coldly roaming over her entire body, his fingers twitching like he was already plotting out how to tickle her in his mind. Lionel's stare was fixed firmly on her swaying breasts and small pink nipples. Becky stood with arms crossed under her small, perky breasts, smirking deviously at the bound brunette's plight. Even Chrissy had lost her prior guilt and reluctance; the curvy olive-skinned girl was staring hungrily at Megan’s feet, seeming not to notice as she licked her lips.
Don's lips twisted into a cruel smile at the sight of Megan's surrender. He motioned Lionel and Becky to wait, then tapped Chrissy's shoulder and pointed to the despairing tickle toy. The olive skinned brunette eagerly approached Megan's socked feet. Slowly, she ran a single finger from heel to toe, and the pale woman's toned body tensed, feet and eyes scrunching tight simultaneously. Chrissy stroked again, drawing a few quick, sharp inhalations from the other brunette, then attacked with both hands at once, running ten fingers all over both socked soles and drawing squealing, helpless laughter from the bound beauty. Despite her past reluctance, Chrissy quickly found herself getting into it, trying new patterns and getting creative with the helplessly exposed feet before her as the other three watched on, taking pleasure in the tickle toy's laughter and nude thrashing, as well as in Chrissy's sudden enthusiasm. It was odd, Chrissy reflected in the midst of her glee. Most places you could tickle someone were on or at least near the torso - close to the core of the body, as it were. The feet were so far from everything else, yet they drew so much laughter all the same. Every motion, every poke and stroke, seemed to send shockwaves up Megan's legs straight into her belly, her thighs tensing randomly, legs rolling back and forth, hips leaping off the table before falling back hopelessly. Chrissy supposed that was why she finally came around on tickling: something about that realization, that a part of the body so seemingly peripheral and utilitarian, could have such a strong effect on everything else. That settled, she brought both hands to Megan's left foot and attacked the sole with renewed vigor.
"GAAAHAAHAA CHRIHIHIHISSEEHEEHE PLEEHEEHEEASE NOHOHO!" Megan wailed, all her limbs tugging fruitlessly against her bondage. Chrissy paid no mind to the begging, only continuing to torment Megan's foot. While the tied-up brunette continued to holler and beg, internally one side of her was grateful that she had only one pair of hands to contend with, while the other begged to open her eyes and see what the others were doing. Had that side won out, the naked tickle toy would have noticed when Don nodded to Lionel, and the short, beefy man approached the table, eyes still firmly fixed on Megan's quaking boobs. That more cautious part of her mind finally got its wish, just a moment too late; her big green eyes shot wide open the instant after Lionel brushed his index fingers across her as-yet-untouched nipples. She screamed in shock and began jerking her shoulders back and forth as far as the ropes let her, sending her newly-teased titties' motion to new extremes of hypnotic bouncing and jiggling. Somehow, though, it seemed every motion brought one or the other of her pretty pink nubs into contact with another devious digit, and within only a few minutes Megan's nipples had swelled to impressive size and grown hard enough to cut diamond.
Lionel had, through a herculean display of discipline, staved off an erection until he had cut off Megan's bra; at the sight of her alabaster bosom his penis had begun to swell, and the contact between his hands and her jiggling mammaries had caused the swollen member to strain painfully against his jeans. He ached to take her right there, to feel her silky-smooth flesh tight around his thick cock, but he was fundamentally a follower and Don hadn't given the go-ahead. Lionel instead contented himself with upping the ante, roughly pawing, squeezing, and pinching all over and around her bouncing breasts, alternately drawing outraged shrieks and pleasured moans in between the gorgeous green-eyed girl's guffaws. He grinned and gloried in the feel of her soft, yielding tits under his calloused hands, pressing them towards each other, away from each other, upwards, downwards, and every which way.
Finally, Don nodded to Becky, and the two approached the table in unison. The tiny blonde moved up near the head of the table, while Don moved to the middle, opposite Lionel but a little closer to Megan's legs. They shared a quick, devilish grin, and struck together. Becky lightly stroked her nails under Megan's chin and under the hollow of her throat, while the tall, black-haired man spider-walked both his hands up the tickle-toy's smooth inner thighs and pounced on her pussy.
"YAAGAAHAAHANOHOHOOO!" Megan shrieked, her body bucking up from the tabletop so hard Don worried for a moment that the ropes might snap; she thrashed like a woman possessed, screeching incoherently under the combined assault of forty tickling fingers. Becky gripped the brunette's temples with one hand, forcing her head to hold still while running another hand all up and down the nude beauty's long, slender neck. Don, meanwhile, used the increased motion to his advantage, chasing Megan's side-to-side motions with one hand while keeping a single finger fixed so the helpless woman's own struggles dragged her ticklish labia across his deviously-positioned digit.
Megan was in her own ticklish hell on earth. Her pussy and throat, far and away her two most ticklish spots, were under constant assault. As far as the rest of her body went, only her breasts came anywhere close to those two in sensitivity, and naturally they were still suffering Lionel's constant attention. Further away, her socks - the one covering left to her - betrayed her by amplifying the feeling of Chrissy's nails flickering up and down Megan's soft arches, the soft-but-scratchy sensation of keratin against cotton becoming the final indignity, a small-but-constant nudge just barely keeping the pale prisoner's psyche from pulling itself back together.
Unbeknownst to the others, Becky's devious smirk had deepened, and the blonde had begun to kick her brown cowgirl boot off her dainty feet, still keeping five of her slender fingers zipping up and down Megan's long, graceful neck. Next, she released the bound brunette's forehead, using her freed hand to undo the fly of her black skinny jeans, and quickly slipped out of both her pants and underwear in one smooth motion. She climbed onto the table, nude from waist to ankles, and Don finally took notice, though Lionel and Chrissy were still laser-focused on their ticklish targets. Finally, Becky once again held Megan's head still and knelt over the tickle toy's face, pressing her own smooth-shaven pussy to the other girl's lips, and began to stroke all ten of her fingers from the hollow of Megan's throat up to just under her chin and back again.
"This tickling is pretty awful, huh Meg?" She asked sweetly, taking the black-haired beauty's muffled squealing for an affirmative. "Well, if you get me off, I'll take a break."
Initially, the tiny tormentor thought her victim had not heard. A moment later, though, a hesitant stroke of tongue across labia pulled an excited gasp from the blonde beauty. She redoubled her tickling, clamping her legs on either side of the other girl's head, and gradually felt her arousal begin to build.
Don had, up to this point, managed to keep his own arousal tightly in check; while his penis had begun to swell from the moment he had seen Megan's lacy black G-string, he didn't allow himself to become fully erect until that moment. His sharp eyes took in every detail of Becky's bare legs and vagina; he had imagined the tiny bombshell naked many times, and was pleased at just how close to reality he'd gotten. Fingers still moving across his captive's pussy lips, he felt two plans beginning to form in his mind; one, spurred by his lust for Becky, he set aside for a later date, but the other he focused in on, working through the details as the golden-haired girl came closer to completion. Finally, Becky climaxed with a scream, squirting all over Megan's lips and jaws, and Don spoke.
"Don't think you're finished, Megan. Lionel, you're up next."
Even entranced by Megan's incredible breasts, Lionel had noticed Becky's orgasm, and needed no further prompting. He quickly stripped naked and pulled himself onto the table, muscular chest and arms rippling with the motion. The burly man planted his short, thick dick in the pale prisoner's cleavage and pressed her sweaty breasts together, kneading them roughly as he began to thrust in and out. Megan's laughter died down as Becky climbed off the table and put her pants back on, allowing the busty brunette to moan in frustration between giggles. Lionel's cock was exactly how she liked them, and in any other circumstance she'd be begging the beefcake to take her hard. Here and now, though? With her limbs tied down and Don and Chrissy's fingers continuing to torture her ticklish feet and pussy? She felt that even her taste in men was being used against her, as her arousal built just to the edge of climax. That relief, however, was denied to her; Don, seeing the signs, switched to racing his fingers up and down her inner thighs, leaving the black-haired beauty squealing in helplessly aroused frustration. It took ten minutes - ten minutes of helpless thrashing, laughing, of feeling her climax slip away only for Don to stroke a finger around her engorged clit, bringing her right back to the edge - for Lionel to cum. Thick, ropy white strands streamed across her collarbones, neck, and chin. Grinning and chuckling to himself, he slid off the table, beginning to dress himself and joining Becky in resting on the couch.
Don glanced back at Chrissy, his hands still working Megan's pink-streaked thighs.
"Well? Go on." He jerked his head up towards the captive's face. Chrissy reluctantly left Megan's feet, slowly walking towards the head of the table. Once there, the olive-skinned brunette hesitated a moment, then reached under her dress and pulled down her panties. Finally, she climbed onto the table and positioned herself how she had seen Becky do it, the hem of her sundress draping around Megan's face and shoulders. Slowly, she began to wriggle her sharp, blue-painted nails into Megan's pits, and almost immediately felt a tongue sliding quickly, almost desperately, across her wide vulva.
Megan, meanwhile, desperately pressed the back of her head to the table, thrusting her chin upwards as much as she could in an attempt to keep her nose out of Chrissy's wide, cushy ass. She desperately tongued away at where she hoped the curvy girl's clit was. Meanwhile, her mind raced under the reduced stimulation, thoughts of escape and revenge already percolating in the undercurrents while panicked laughter still dominated the surface. Eventually, she managed to bring the olive-skinned brunette to orgasm, lusty juices staining her pale jaw and pink lips once again. When Chrissy dismounted and moved to join the others, Megan's world shrank down to just herself, the table, and Don's fingers wriggling around her thrashing thighs and sopping slit.
Don, for his part, let his eyes roam all over her fascinating figure as he kicked off his shoes. He finally gave the helpless woman a break as he stripped down, climbing onto the table himself to crouch between her wide-open legs, his long, thin cock pointing straight ahead. He leaned forward, propping himself up on an elbow to stare into Megan's wide green eyes as she gasped for air, and smirked.
"D-Don, please..." she begged, not even knowing what else she could say to get out of this.
"Alright," he said. As a look of surprise spread across his pinioned prey's lovely face, he darted one hand to her throat. She squealed in shock, shaking her head back and forth, and redoubled her laughter when he dragged the tip of his dick around her wet pussy. The dark-haired man lowered his head down to her neck, joining tongue to finger in tormenting the victimized vixen. A moment later he pushed the head of his penis up into her, just a little. She gasped between her giggles, and he pulled out and went back to dragging his cock around her labia. He did it once, twice, giving her just the tip and drawing a hopeful gasp each time, only to pull back out and go back to tickling her. Finally, when she only laughed from the throat tickling without any reaction to his member, he thrust all the way into her,
"OOHOHO NOHOHOOO!" she cried out. "IIHIIHIIT"S TOOHOOHOO LOHOHOHONG!"
Even as she lamented his excessive length, she involuntarily clamped down around him. Even as tight as she was, she could only manage so much pressure on a cock as thin as Don’s, but it was more than enough to make him moan along with her.
He ignored her protests, pounding her pussy until he felt a telltale clenching, then pulled out of her and blasted cum across her taut tummy. Finally, he stopped tickling Megan. A moment later, she got her long-awaited climax, as his finger rubbed around her clit until she squirted across the table with a ferocious screech, a tingle rapidly spreading through her tied-down body. Don got off the table, dressing himself and moving back to the couch, but the spread-eagle brunette got little relief: the other three came back, taking up the same positions around the table as before, and their probing fingers sent terrifying jolts through her excited nerve endings. She shrieked with laughter once more, and soon it grew even worse: Don made his way back over, having used his breather to grab an electric toothbrush, and this time he didn't bother edging her; every climax just made her screams louder, until everything faded to black
When Megan came to, she was untied on the couch and back in her clothes, or at least what was left of them. She sat up, looking around the room in a daze. Bright light streamed through the windows, and the clock on the wall read 11:00 AM. Don wandered into the room, beer bottle in hand, and dropped to a seat next to her.
"You're free to go," he said. "But if you tell anyone about tonight, well... you know what will happen." He darted a few fingers into her exposed midriff. Megan was out the door before she knew it, staggering back down the road to her and Katy's house. The latter pulled into the driveway just as Megan arrived. Katy took in her disheveled roommate's face and cut up clothes and reached a quick conclusion.
"Too much to drink, huh Meg?" she asked sympathetically. Megan only nodded, Don's warning fresh on her mind. She gratefully accepted Katy's help back inside, and the sports drink her roommate brought to her, and was quiet for the better part of the day. She resolved, deep down, to never be around Don or Lionel without Katy there, and hoped that would be enough.
"We forgot to dust the TV stand," he said.
"I'm on it!" Lionel said. The short, stocky man leapt up from the couch, rushing to grab a cloth and tidy up the one piece of furniture with dust still on it. The job done, he turned to his roommate, a boyish grin splitting his five o'clock shadow as he dusted his hands on his khaki cargo pants. "That should be everything, right?"
Don went through a mental checklist as he glanced around their shared living room, not that there was all that much to check. The floors were clean, the table was packed with snacks, drinks, and paper plates and utensils, and the crumbs had been cleaned out of the couch cushions. The two bachelors had little else in the common area, so the tall man nodded his head with satisfaction after only a moment's thought.
The doorbell rang, and the two turned in unison towards the door. Lionel hurried over, already wondering which guests it would be. He hadn't yet met the girls they were throwing a 'welcome to the neighborhood' party for, but had been assured by his dark-haired friend that they were both gorgeous, so he was excited to see them in person. On the other hand, he knew the other guests they were expecting were a pair of hotties, so he wouldn't be disappointed to see those two instead. He pulled the door open enthusiastically, and found his eyes level with a pair of large, plaid-covered breasts. He looked up after a split-second hesitation, meeting the guest's brown eyes. Her eyebrow, already naturally arched, was quirked upward as if to tell him she'd noticed, while the ghost of a smile on her lips suggested she was more amused than offended. As a faint blush rose in his cheeks, he noticed another girl, shorter but still taller than Lionel, standing behind the first, staring coolly at him.
"Hey, you must be the new neighbors!" He said, favoring them with his trademark friendly smile. "I'm Lionel, great to meet you! Come on in!"
"I'm Katy, and this is Megan," the tall girl said as she strode past him, her friend following like her shadow.
Don took the two newcomers in as he moved to greet them. Katy was a tanned, athletic-looking girl, perhaps five foot ten or eleven. She wore a sleeveless plaid button-down that likely would have hung loosely, if it hadn't been stretched tight to contain her huge breasts and still tuck into her blue jeans. Those jeans clung tightly to her impressive hips and thick thighs, then disappeared into her black knee-high boots. Her frilly orange hair hung to about the level of her jaw, while her arcing eyebrows gave her face a playful, fey cast.
Megan was slimmer, with long, shimmering black hair that made for a striking contrast with her pale skin and large green eyes. Her cold, statuesque features enhanced the effect. Her dark blue skinny jeans and purple tee clung to her shapely figure, and the shirt's V-neck went low enough to display impressive cleavage. Given all that, Don could hardly be blamed for not noticing her white running shoes and purple ankle socks.
The four got drinks and snacks from the table and chatted for a few minutes, exchanging the usual "get to know you" questions: where are you from, where do you work, what are your hobbies, etc. Then, Don accidentally brushed a hand against Katy's side while punctuating some story with a gesture, and the amazon all but leapt away, barely keeping her drink in her red plastic cup.
"Hey!" Was all she said, but the sudden tension in her eyes told her hosts everything they needed to know.
"My bad," Don said. His face was apologetic, but his mind simply catalogued the reaction as useful information. Lionel gave a friendly, mollifying grin. Megan sipped her drink, studying the two men quietly. The conversation continued. It was like nothing had happened, except that Katy glanced suspiciously Don's way every few minutes.
Another knock at the door came, and the new visitors didn't wait for a greeting before they came in. In front was a tiny, brown eyed blonde, dressed simply in a sleeveless white top, black jeans, and cowgirl boot. A curvy, olive skinned brunette walked in behind her, wearing sandals and a loose blue sundress that didn't quite hide the size of her bosom.
"Becky, Chrissy!" Lionel called out. "Great to see you! Come meet Katy and Megan."
The two joined the conversation; the brunette, Chrissy, did more of the talking, though Becky occasionally interjected with a clever observation or cutting remark. The party got into full swing after that; the six broke out the alcohol, talked, laughed, and played games for a few hours. Eventually, Katy headed for home; the tall redhead was meeting friends for breakfast the next morning, and needed her beauty sleep. Her raven-haired roommate, however, was free the next day, and so could stay and party late into the night. Eventually, though, she saw something that sent alarm bells blaring through her pleasantly buzzed mind. Mid-conversation, Lionel slipped around behind Christina and squeezed her wide hips, setting the curvy brunette squealing as she pulled away from him. Glancing at the others, Megan noticed Don had glanced over at Becky with a slight smirk. She recalled earlier the way he had -apparently unintentionally- tickled Katy, and found herself wondering if that was an accident or a test.
A scenario formed in her mind immediately: the two working their way around the circle, eventually prodding at Megan, and realizing just how ticklish the green-eyed beauty really was. That never went well for her. It seemed no one could discover that secret without needing to tickle her more, to chase her when she ran and hold her down. She hated every second of it, and yet they always refused to believe her; they said she laughed too much to hate it.
So, she formed a plan: she would go into the bathroom, lock the door, and wait for the sounds of girlish laughter. Surely, without her there to test, the two handsy hosts would turn on the girls they already knew were ticklish, and she could slip out unnoticed. The first part of her plan went off without a hitch; the second seemed to be taking longer than she expected, so to cover the wait she thought she may as well take care of her business; she had downed several drinks, after all. Just as she finished washing her hands, she finally heard laughter, but only a single voice. She waited more, but no second laugh joined the first.
"Hey Meg, you're missing the fun!" Becky's voice was muffled by the door. Megan's big green eyes narrowed; obviously the other guests were in on it, and this had been a scheme to tickle her and Katy.
Becky, waiting outside the door, was part of no such scheme. She listened close to hear a response; Chrissy was laughing loudly behind her, and Megan tended to speak quietly. Instead she heard a faint creek, then some scuffling, followed by a bang and a yelp. She turned to the others.
"I... think Megan just climbed out the bathroom window." She said. The other three stared back at the tiny blonde, their faces mirroring her confusion.
Don reacted first. The lanky, dark-haired man walked over, jiggled the door knob, and found it locked. He quickly led the way out and around the side of the house, where they found the green-eyed brunette halfway out the window, struggling to lift the heavy pane enough to get her well-rounded buttocks through.
“Megan, what on earth were you doing?” Chrissy asked, concern clear in her voice as she moved to help the trapped guest.
Becky’s brown eyes widened, then narrowed as a devious smirk spread across her pretty face.
“I think I know exactly what she was doing,” she said, then darted her index fingers into Megan’s pits. “She was leaving us to get tickled while she escaped!”
Megan immediately squealed and pulled her arms tight, throwing her torso from side to side in a fruitless attempt to escape Becky’s probing fingers. Before she could come up with any excuse, another pair of hands drove her to greater laughter as Don immediately moved next to her and began clawing at her sides.
“Ahaha noho! I wahasn’t ahaha!” The raven-haired beauty gasped out between squealing laughs. She swatted at the probing hands, to no avail; when she tried to pry Becky’s fingers out of her barely-protected pits, Don moved up to paw and pinch at her ribs; when she tried to force his hands back to less ticklish turf, Becky exploited the openings to wriggle more fingers into Megan’s underarms.
Don glanced around, and saw Lionel and Chrissy watching hesitantly; Lionel grinned at the giggling brunette’s plight, while Chrissy looked like she was on the verge of telling them to stop tickling the poor girl. The dark-haired man nipped that in the bud with his next words.
“Well, I’d say Megan’s having some fun here,” he said, grinning at the two onlookers while squeezing up and down the helpless beauty’s sides; he made sure to dig in particularly hard to her sensitive ribs as he spoke the next sentence, drawing the loudest shriek of laughter from her yet. “I bet she’d enjoy even more if someone tickled her feet, too.”
Chrissy opened her mouth to object, but Lionel grabbed her hand and rushed inside. A moment later, the doorknob to the bathroom began to jiggle. It didn’t open immediately though. As Lionel attempted to get the door open, Becky and Don kept working over Megan’s torso; the green-eyed girl eventually gave up on swatting at them and pulled her arms in to her sides, letting her upper body curl downwards as much as she could. Don continued digging into her sides, feeling their softness, mingled with just a hint of firm muscle underneath.
“Gahaha cohohohme onhahaa, gehet meheehee out of here ahahah!” Megan begged, her wide eyes screwed tightly shut.
Megan was quite a sight to behold when the four finished their work. Her sexy, naked body was tied down with her limbs spread-eagle, and her wavy black hair had grown stringy from sweat and stuck to her foreheads and temples. Her big green eyes were turning red and puffy from crying, while her small nostrils flared and full lips opened greedily to suck air into her aching lungs. Her long, graceful neck, flat belly, and hourglass-curved sides were all covered in pink marks and finger tracks, while her pale and as-yet untouched breasts between them all heaved hypnotically with every desperate breath. Lower down, her smooth-shaven mound and labia were still as milky white as ever, and the latter opened slightly due to the spread of her shapely legs. Yet more tickle tracks marked her hairless inner thighs, and her well-rounded calves curved down to her ankles, where her purple and green socks were the only garment left to the hapless beauty.
She cast her eyes around desperately, looking for any sign of sympathy. Don's eyes were coldly roaming over her entire body, his fingers twitching like he was already plotting out how to tickle her in his mind. Lionel's stare was fixed firmly on her swaying breasts and small pink nipples. Becky stood with arms crossed under her small, perky breasts, smirking deviously at the bound brunette's plight. Even Chrissy had lost her prior guilt and reluctance; the curvy olive-skinned girl was staring hungrily at Megan’s feet, seeming not to notice as she licked her lips.
Don's lips twisted into a cruel smile at the sight of Megan's surrender. He motioned Lionel and Becky to wait, then tapped Chrissy's shoulder and pointed to the despairing tickle toy. The olive skinned brunette eagerly approached Megan's socked feet. Slowly, she ran a single finger from heel to toe, and the pale woman's toned body tensed, feet and eyes scrunching tight simultaneously. Chrissy stroked again, drawing a few quick, sharp inhalations from the other brunette, then attacked with both hands at once, running ten fingers all over both socked soles and drawing squealing, helpless laughter from the bound beauty. Despite her past reluctance, Chrissy quickly found herself getting into it, trying new patterns and getting creative with the helplessly exposed feet before her as the other three watched on, taking pleasure in the tickle toy's laughter and nude thrashing, as well as in Chrissy's sudden enthusiasm. It was odd, Chrissy reflected in the midst of her glee. Most places you could tickle someone were on or at least near the torso - close to the core of the body, as it were. The feet were so far from everything else, yet they drew so much laughter all the same. Every motion, every poke and stroke, seemed to send shockwaves up Megan's legs straight into her belly, her thighs tensing randomly, legs rolling back and forth, hips leaping off the table before falling back hopelessly. Chrissy supposed that was why she finally came around on tickling: something about that realization, that a part of the body so seemingly peripheral and utilitarian, could have such a strong effect on everything else. That settled, she brought both hands to Megan's left foot and attacked the sole with renewed vigor.
"GAAAHAAHAA CHRIHIHIHISSEEHEEHE PLEEHEEHEEASE NOHOHO!" Megan wailed, all her limbs tugging fruitlessly against her bondage. Chrissy paid no mind to the begging, only continuing to torment Megan's foot. While the tied-up brunette continued to holler and beg, internally one side of her was grateful that she had only one pair of hands to contend with, while the other begged to open her eyes and see what the others were doing. Had that side won out, the naked tickle toy would have noticed when Don nodded to Lionel, and the short, beefy man approached the table, eyes still firmly fixed on Megan's quaking boobs. That more cautious part of her mind finally got its wish, just a moment too late; her big green eyes shot wide open the instant after Lionel brushed his index fingers across her as-yet-untouched nipples. She screamed in shock and began jerking her shoulders back and forth as far as the ropes let her, sending her newly-teased titties' motion to new extremes of hypnotic bouncing and jiggling. Somehow, though, it seemed every motion brought one or the other of her pretty pink nubs into contact with another devious digit, and within only a few minutes Megan's nipples had swelled to impressive size and grown hard enough to cut diamond.
Lionel had, through a herculean display of discipline, staved off an erection until he had cut off Megan's bra; at the sight of her alabaster bosom his penis had begun to swell, and the contact between his hands and her jiggling mammaries had caused the swollen member to strain painfully against his jeans. He ached to take her right there, to feel her silky-smooth flesh tight around his thick cock, but he was fundamentally a follower and Don hadn't given the go-ahead. Lionel instead contented himself with upping the ante, roughly pawing, squeezing, and pinching all over and around her bouncing breasts, alternately drawing outraged shrieks and pleasured moans in between the gorgeous green-eyed girl's guffaws. He grinned and gloried in the feel of her soft, yielding tits under his calloused hands, pressing them towards each other, away from each other, upwards, downwards, and every which way.
Finally, Don nodded to Becky, and the two approached the table in unison. The tiny blonde moved up near the head of the table, while Don moved to the middle, opposite Lionel but a little closer to Megan's legs. They shared a quick, devilish grin, and struck together. Becky lightly stroked her nails under Megan's chin and under the hollow of her throat, while the tall, black-haired man spider-walked both his hands up the tickle-toy's smooth inner thighs and pounced on her pussy.
"YAAGAAHAAHANOHOHOOO!" Megan shrieked, her body bucking up from the tabletop so hard Don worried for a moment that the ropes might snap; she thrashed like a woman possessed, screeching incoherently under the combined assault of forty tickling fingers. Becky gripped the brunette's temples with one hand, forcing her head to hold still while running another hand all up and down the nude beauty's long, slender neck. Don, meanwhile, used the increased motion to his advantage, chasing Megan's side-to-side motions with one hand while keeping a single finger fixed so the helpless woman's own struggles dragged her ticklish labia across his deviously-positioned digit.
Megan was in her own ticklish hell on earth. Her pussy and throat, far and away her two most ticklish spots, were under constant assault. As far as the rest of her body went, only her breasts came anywhere close to those two in sensitivity, and naturally they were still suffering Lionel's constant attention. Further away, her socks - the one covering left to her - betrayed her by amplifying the feeling of Chrissy's nails flickering up and down Megan's soft arches, the soft-but-scratchy sensation of keratin against cotton becoming the final indignity, a small-but-constant nudge just barely keeping the pale prisoner's psyche from pulling itself back together.
Unbeknownst to the others, Becky's devious smirk had deepened, and the blonde had begun to kick her brown cowgirl boot off her dainty feet, still keeping five of her slender fingers zipping up and down Megan's long, graceful neck. Next, she released the bound brunette's forehead, using her freed hand to undo the fly of her black skinny jeans, and quickly slipped out of both her pants and underwear in one smooth motion. She climbed onto the table, nude from waist to ankles, and Don finally took notice, though Lionel and Chrissy were still laser-focused on their ticklish targets. Finally, Becky once again held Megan's head still and knelt over the tickle toy's face, pressing her own smooth-shaven pussy to the other girl's lips, and began to stroke all ten of her fingers from the hollow of Megan's throat up to just under her chin and back again.
"This tickling is pretty awful, huh Meg?" She asked sweetly, taking the black-haired beauty's muffled squealing for an affirmative. "Well, if you get me off, I'll take a break."
Initially, the tiny tormentor thought her victim had not heard. A moment later, though, a hesitant stroke of tongue across labia pulled an excited gasp from the blonde beauty. She redoubled her tickling, clamping her legs on either side of the other girl's head, and gradually felt her arousal begin to build.
Don had, up to this point, managed to keep his own arousal tightly in check; while his penis had begun to swell from the moment he had seen Megan's lacy black G-string, he didn't allow himself to become fully erect until that moment. His sharp eyes took in every detail of Becky's bare legs and vagina; he had imagined the tiny bombshell naked many times, and was pleased at just how close to reality he'd gotten. Fingers still moving across his captive's pussy lips, he felt two plans beginning to form in his mind; one, spurred by his lust for Becky, he set aside for a later date, but the other he focused in on, working through the details as the golden-haired girl came closer to completion. Finally, Becky climaxed with a scream, squirting all over Megan's lips and jaws, and Don spoke.
"Don't think you're finished, Megan. Lionel, you're up next."
Even entranced by Megan's incredible breasts, Lionel had noticed Becky's orgasm, and needed no further prompting. He quickly stripped naked and pulled himself onto the table, muscular chest and arms rippling with the motion. The burly man planted his short, thick dick in the pale prisoner's cleavage and pressed her sweaty breasts together, kneading them roughly as he began to thrust in and out. Megan's laughter died down as Becky climbed off the table and put her pants back on, allowing the busty brunette to moan in frustration between giggles. Lionel's cock was exactly how she liked them, and in any other circumstance she'd be begging the beefcake to take her hard. Here and now, though? With her limbs tied down and Don and Chrissy's fingers continuing to torture her ticklish feet and pussy? She felt that even her taste in men was being used against her, as her arousal built just to the edge of climax. That relief, however, was denied to her; Don, seeing the signs, switched to racing his fingers up and down her inner thighs, leaving the black-haired beauty squealing in helplessly aroused frustration. It took ten minutes - ten minutes of helpless thrashing, laughing, of feeling her climax slip away only for Don to stroke a finger around her engorged clit, bringing her right back to the edge - for Lionel to cum. Thick, ropy white strands streamed across her collarbones, neck, and chin. Grinning and chuckling to himself, he slid off the table, beginning to dress himself and joining Becky in resting on the couch.
Don glanced back at Chrissy, his hands still working Megan's pink-streaked thighs.
"Well? Go on." He jerked his head up towards the captive's face. Chrissy reluctantly left Megan's feet, slowly walking towards the head of the table. Once there, the olive-skinned brunette hesitated a moment, then reached under her dress and pulled down her panties. Finally, she climbed onto the table and positioned herself how she had seen Becky do it, the hem of her sundress draping around Megan's face and shoulders. Slowly, she began to wriggle her sharp, blue-painted nails into Megan's pits, and almost immediately felt a tongue sliding quickly, almost desperately, across her wide vulva.
Megan, meanwhile, desperately pressed the back of her head to the table, thrusting her chin upwards as much as she could in an attempt to keep her nose out of Chrissy's wide, cushy ass. She desperately tongued away at where she hoped the curvy girl's clit was. Meanwhile, her mind raced under the reduced stimulation, thoughts of escape and revenge already percolating in the undercurrents while panicked laughter still dominated the surface. Eventually, she managed to bring the olive-skinned brunette to orgasm, lusty juices staining her pale jaw and pink lips once again. When Chrissy dismounted and moved to join the others, Megan's world shrank down to just herself, the table, and Don's fingers wriggling around her thrashing thighs and sopping slit.
Don, for his part, let his eyes roam all over her fascinating figure as he kicked off his shoes. He finally gave the helpless woman a break as he stripped down, climbing onto the table himself to crouch between her wide-open legs, his long, thin cock pointing straight ahead. He leaned forward, propping himself up on an elbow to stare into Megan's wide green eyes as she gasped for air, and smirked.
"D-Don, please..." she begged, not even knowing what else she could say to get out of this.
"Alright," he said. As a look of surprise spread across his pinioned prey's lovely face, he darted one hand to her throat. She squealed in shock, shaking her head back and forth, and redoubled her laughter when he dragged the tip of his dick around her wet pussy. The dark-haired man lowered his head down to her neck, joining tongue to finger in tormenting the victimized vixen. A moment later he pushed the head of his penis up into her, just a little. She gasped between her giggles, and he pulled out and went back to dragging his cock around her labia. He did it once, twice, giving her just the tip and drawing a hopeful gasp each time, only to pull back out and go back to tickling her. Finally, when she only laughed from the throat tickling without any reaction to his member, he thrust all the way into her,
"OOHOHO NOHOHOOO!" she cried out. "IIHIIHIIT"S TOOHOOHOO LOHOHOHONG!"
Even as she lamented his excessive length, she involuntarily clamped down around him. Even as tight as she was, she could only manage so much pressure on a cock as thin as Don’s, but it was more than enough to make him moan along with her.
He ignored her protests, pounding her pussy until he felt a telltale clenching, then pulled out of her and blasted cum across her taut tummy. Finally, he stopped tickling Megan. A moment later, she got her long-awaited climax, as his finger rubbed around her clit until she squirted across the table with a ferocious screech, a tingle rapidly spreading through her tied-down body. Don got off the table, dressing himself and moving back to the couch, but the spread-eagle brunette got little relief: the other three came back, taking up the same positions around the table as before, and their probing fingers sent terrifying jolts through her excited nerve endings. She shrieked with laughter once more, and soon it grew even worse: Don made his way back over, having used his breather to grab an electric toothbrush, and this time he didn't bother edging her; every climax just made her screams louder, until everything faded to black
When Megan came to, she was untied on the couch and back in her clothes, or at least what was left of them. She sat up, looking around the room in a daze. Bright light streamed through the windows, and the clock on the wall read 11:00 AM. Don wandered into the room, beer bottle in hand, and dropped to a seat next to her.
"You're free to go," he said. "But if you tell anyone about tonight, well... you know what will happen." He darted a few fingers into her exposed midriff. Megan was out the door before she knew it, staggering back down the road to her and Katy's house. The latter pulled into the driveway just as Megan arrived. Katy took in her disheveled roommate's face and cut up clothes and reached a quick conclusion.
"Too much to drink, huh Meg?" she asked sympathetically. Megan only nodded, Don's warning fresh on her mind. She gratefully accepted Katy's help back inside, and the sports drink her roommate brought to her, and was quiet for the better part of the day. She resolved, deep down, to never be around Don or Lionel without Katy there, and hoped that would be enough.
