A Special Group 2: Overload

By Frank Auling

A sequel to "A Special Group," this book continues with the exploration of medical erotica, bondage, erotic tickling and voyeurism. There's more erotic tickling in this book than in the previous book and sexy romance blooms as the relationships of the characters are further developed. However, the basic theme remains the same: playing doctor is not just for kids.

If you've read A Special Group you'll already know the characters, but if not don't worry – this book may certainly be read as a stand-alone and every effort has been made to write it to be coherent and enjoyable when read separately.

Will Yvonne be able to endure her extreme tickle sessions? Will Guy finally don the doctor's coat and subject Anne to an intimate exam she'll never forget?

This should appeal to both men and women who enjoy their erotica very sexually explicit but still written in good taste and even with a touch of good-natured humor. 18+ please

• Language: English
• Publisher: Frank Auling
• Release date: Sep 18, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310931116

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A SPECIAL GROUP 2

OVERLOAD

Exploring the joys of playing doctor,

erotic tickling and voyeurism

by

Frank Auling

author of

Lauren's Unexpected Discovery

and

A Special Group

Smashwords Edition

Copyright 2014 Frank Auling

Cover art by Theresa Auling

This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

This story may not be reproduced in whole or in part without the author's written permission.

This is Frank Auling's third book in this genre.

If you read and liked

A Special Group

and/or

Lauren's Unexpected Discovery

then you'll love this.

Table of Contents

Preface

I Sunday morning

II Examining Debi

III Anne steps up

IV Twirling

V Tickling Cindy

VI Practice makes jealous

VII Examining Anne

VIII A plan for Yvonne

IX Careful what you wish for

X Overload

Preface

This is a sequel to my second book, A Special Group. All the characters but one were introduced in that book and the story line is a logical continuation of that book. However, you may certainly read this as a stand-alone and I've made every effort to write it in such a way so as to make it coherent and enjoyable on its own to those who may not have read my previous book.

Although the main theme is the same – medical erotica and voyeurism – there's also a lot more erotic tickling, which of course involves bondage, and as in my previous book, a sprinkling of good-natured humor and some romance. In fact this story has quite a bit more of a sexy, romantic element as the relationships of the characters are further developed.

I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I've enjoyed writing it.

Frank Auling,

September, 2014

I

Sunday morning

Tears were running down her cheeks. Not tears of sadness or grief but tears of uncontrolled laughter, of ecstasy, of struggle. He had stopped to allow her a brief respite as he reached for a tissue from the box on the night table.

Aw, has my baby been crying? he asked, in a voice as if he were talking to a toddler instead of a woman of thirty-eight.

Yes, she answered breathlessly in her little girl-like voice that sounded so very submissive and sweet.

He wiped her eyes and cheeks and kissed her lovingly and sexily. She was still breathing hard and rapidly. Her breasts and tummy were heaving and her entire body exuded sexiness all stretched out like that, strapped down, spread-eagled and naked on their bed. Her shapely figure was superb by most any standard and her body had a pneumatic look about it that invited him to dig his fingers into her and tickle her. That, together with her cute self-conscious giggle and her infectious laughter made her irresistible.

Yvonne and Harry were well into one of their now almost routine Sunday morning tickling sessions which they both enjoyed immensely. He'd already been tickling her for quite a while and she was deep into tickle euphoria.

The first time they'd done it, a few months earlier, she'd used a safeword and he'd paused his tickling briefly when she had used it to give her a little break before continuing. Since they were into medical erotica they had decided on the word 'stethoscope' as a signal for him to stop. But she had admitted afterwards that she'd used the safeword too often and had therefore deprived herself of the joy and exhilaration of having him continue past the point where she'd thought she couldn't stand it. The second session had been different. She had vowed to herself, and to Harry, that she would try really hard not to use the safeword. As it turned out, he was so attuned to her reaction to his tickling that he was able to sense when she actually needed a little break during the severe tickling, but by then she would have already lasted far longer than she had ever imagined that she could. So after that they'd agreed to just do away with the safeword all together. That way she could experience the extreme, prolonged tickling that he wanted to give her and that she enjoyed. She knew that if he sensed that she was actually at the point where she really needed him to let up then he would. This had worked out well. He was able to tickle her more intensely and for much longer and take her to the very brink of her ability to endure it – and she loved it! She trusted him to stop when absolutely necessary but she also trusted him to take her to that magical place that was beyond anything she could have imagined.

He kissed her again. Well now, let me just see if I can produce some more of those sweet tears.

She squirmed as much as her restraints would allow, which wasn't much at all. Harry had purchased an apparatus that allowed him to restrain her on the bed that had faux leather cuffs and velcro closures for her wrists and ankles and held her down securely in a spread-eagled position – vulnerable and helpless. She looked at Harry with eyes that were almost pleading; pleading for him not to tickle her anymore, or pleading for him to continue – or both, simultaneously.

He knelt between her splayed out legs and began to lower his face down onto her tantalizingly inviting tummy. Before he even touched her with his mouth she started giggling and struggling. What? he asked. I haven't even touched you yet!

I know, but it already tickles – just the thought of it. I can't help it! Her words were labored and mixed with her cute giggling.

Oh my, aren't you the ticklish one, he said. Now you're going to get it even worse because you started laughing before I even touched you! You know that's not allowed, he teasingly said as he lowered his face right down onto her tummy – her now ultra sensitive tummy – and began to kiss all around her midsection with hard, deep kisses, pressing in and feeling her abdomen spasm and listening to her labored breathing and laughter.

She was squealing intermittently, gasping for breath, laughing and trying to say something when she could stop laughing long enough. Actually that's not exactly right. She couldn't stop laughing at all but still tried to speak through the laughter and spasmodic breathing. It was mostly unintelligible gibberish of course but she was trying to say, no…stop…please…okay…wait! But Harry knew she actually didn't mean stop at all – she loved, and was sexually aroused by serious, prolonged tickling and he knew that. She actually wanted him to continue – and to stop – all at the same time! Anyone who has experienced this level of extreme tickling knows the state of mind it can bring on: pure ecstasy – unbearable ecstasy. There was a point she would get to during his extreme, prolonged tickling when she could no longer even laugh out loud. She would lose even any modicum of control she'd had and would expel soft breathy sounds resembling giggling – almost like silent laughter. She would run out of breath, inhale audibly and then quickly resume the silent laughter again. Harry absolutely loved this! He knew he'd taken her into total erotic tickling ecstasy and that she loved it too.

Naturally Harry didn't stop, but continued to tickle her tummy and sides with his fiendish kisses while at the same time reaching up with his fingers to her underarms and tickling those also. He drank in her laughter and other sounds, especially her silent laughter, and enjoyed feeling her body convulsing beneath him and it drove him on. The more she struggled and gasped for breath and laughed uncontrollably the more he pressed on. He continued on for a while but then sensed that she'd had enough.

He stopped and got off the bed. She was in a state of complete euphoric exhaustion. Her baby blue eyes were glassy and teary, her breathing rapid and she was making little sweet soft sounds, almost like mewing. Their eyes met and without a word from her he understood. He sat back down on the side of the bed and kissed her passionately. She continued to breathe rapidly through her nose. Harry knew that he had now tickled her enough.

Without saying anything else he began to play with her nipples, gently and teasingly. It had become their habit to end the tickle sessions with fondling and foreplay. His aim now was to bring her to orgasm. She was of course still tied down. He sucked her nipples and played with them with his fingers for a while, then made his way slowly down to her tummy, pausing long enough to give her just a bit more tickling, just playful tickling now, then past her pubic hair and then to his destination. He began toying with her now dripping wet vulva, playing with her clit and inserting his fingers into her. She didn't take long to come after the tickling and now the direct sexual stimulation. She started making her normal orgasmic sounds: Yes, yes, don't stop…please don't stop! She thrashed around as much as her bonds would allow and in a few more seconds she then relaxed and went limp.

Harry slipped out of his briefs. His erect penis sprung forward after being released from its confinement – he was more than ready. He again knelt between her widely splayed out legs, lowered his body and entered her. For a while he toyed with her, just pushing in then pulling out teasingly. But after all that had happened, and as worked-up as he was, he didn't last long. He suddenly pushed in deeply and hard, pulsing in and out rapidly, his waves of pleasure overtaking him – he could hold back no longer. He ejaculated hard into her and when he was done they melted together as two people very much in love.

After a minute or so he reached out and undid the velcro straps from her wrists, while still remaining on top of her. She embraced him and they passionately kissed. Then he got up and released her legs also. He got back onto the bed and they just cuddled, enjoying the touch of their bodies and basking in the afterglow of the experience they had both just enjoyed.

Harry, that was…well, it was just indescribable my love, Yvonne said in her soft, breathy, sexy voice. When you tickle me like that it's unbearable. I mean it's unbearably sexy and makes me feel so good. But I must bear it because I have no choice being tied down and that's what intensifies it for me…the helplessness I think.

"Yeah, I think you're right. And you know how I love doing it to you – I mean for you. I really had you going there didn't I! You were giggling even when I didn't touch you. Oh man, were you turned-on! I didn't tickle you too much did I?"

"No, not too much. Well I thought maybe too much at the time I guess but now that I think back it was just simply…I don't know exactly how to put it – too good to endure I guess, but I had to. Oh, I don't know, it's all just so confusing Harry. I do know for sure though that it makes me so extremely sexy!"

I know, and I love that! Me too of course. I think we shouldn't try to figure it out you know – just enjoy. We do have a great sex life don't we my love; with the playing doctor and the group and all that, plus this – I certainly never had it so good.

Me neither. Kiss me, you sexy tickle monster, she said with her typical cute giggle. They kissed and embraced awhile before finally getting off the bed.

I guess we should shower and get ready, said Harry. We're meeting Anne and Robert for lunch you remember.

"Oh yes, I almost forgot. I wonder what they did this morning?"

Well, we can ask them soon.

Yeah, but I'll bet they didn't have as much fun as we just had.

Probably not, but you never know do you. Anne doesn't call herself sexibabe on the forum for nothing.

Yvonne and Harry took a much needed shower together. Harry was a man of forty-three. He was handsome and clean shaven with dark wavy hair that had started to show some gray. He was athletic and had done some weight lifting in his younger years but although he had stopped a few years earlier, still had a nice body. They were a lovely couple – not married but practically living together.

So they drove over to meet Anne and Robert at Luigi's and arrived a few minutes late. It was a nice small and rather intimate restaurant, a place that Harry had frequented for years and he knew the owner and employees well. He had called ahead to reserve his favorite booth, a larger L-shaped booth in a corner, able to seat five comfortably and just a bit isolated from the other booths and tables. The atmosphere was quiet with just soft music played on the sound system so you could talk quietly, and with relative privacy, without being overheard easily – perfect for discussing 'sensitive subjects.' Luigi, the owner greeted them as they walked in and escorted them to the booth. Anne and Robert were already there waiting.

Anne was without doubt an extremely beautiful woman who was into her early fifties and possessed a classic beauty that belied her age. Robert was also into his fifties and was a dignified looking man with a well groomed salt-and-pepper beard and handsome features. They had been happily married for more than thirty years.

Hi you two. We've been here about fifteen minutes already and we've just about devoured the calamari appetizers. What kept you? Anne asked jokingly.

Oh, sorry we're late. Yvonne got a little tied up, replied Harry. Usually I arrive early.

Yeah, that's what I've always told Robert.

What?

That he always comes early!

Lighthearted laughter erupted as they sat down.

Oh, come on Anne, you know that's not true. That isn't true is it Robert? asked Yvonne.

Well, when you've got a sexy dish like Anne under you, or over you, I doubt many men could hold out for long! said Robert with a grin of amusement on his face.

I'm just kidding of course, said Anne. He knows how to satisfy and takes his time doing it. She looked over at Robert and winked.

Just then the waiter came, brought more calamari, took their orders and then disappeared into the kitchen.

So, Yvonne, asked Anne, what had you so tied up? Something compelling I suppose.

Yvonne looked at Harry and had a slightly embarrassed look on her face. Harry couldn't help but grin slyly.

Alright now – let's hear it. You two have been up to something 'interesting' haven't you. She made air quotes around the word 'interesting.'

Well… Yvonne looked at Harry questioningly. Harry nodded in approval. Actually Harry had me tied up literally – or tied down to be more precise. She seemed to be blushing.

Oh, I see, said Anne, grinning broadly. "That is interesting! Want to tell us all about it?"

Yeah, please, added Robert.

Yvonne and Harry looked at each other as if asking which one should talk.

You go ahead darling, said Harry.

"Well, it's nothing really. You already know from the exams that I'm very ticklish don't you. So…oh, and Harry loves to tickle – you already know that too. We've been doing some, how should I say it, serious tickling. He gets me tied down on the bed, naked and spread-eagled, and tickles me – and I love it!" She was now visibly blushing.

That sounds incredibly sexy! I've read about that sort of thing before; I think it's marvelous Yvonne, replied Robert.

Oh yes, said Anne. It's whatever turns you on isn't it – whatever works is what you should do. Yvonne you're blushing!

I know – I feel it. Isn't that silly of me, especially after all we've been doing together in the exam room!

No, not at all. We love that about you Yvonne – that and a lot of other things as well, said Robert, smiling at Harry.

Harry made a hand gesture as if presenting an idea. I'll just bet that a lot of people who are into medical erotica are also turned-on by erotic tickling, and of course bondage goes along with that – I know I am, and have been since puberty. And Yvonne loves being tickled so much. She lets me tickle her more than I even tickled my former wife, and that was a lot.

"Well, he says I let him. But when I'm restrained like that I have no choice actually do I. But, don't get me wrong. I do love it and it definitely is sexy to me – it's strange in a way. When he's really tickling me, especially for long periods, I have such mixed feelings. I want it to stop, but I don't – all at the same time. It's mind-blowing and so sexy! We don't use a safeword. I trust him completely. He'd know if I actually needed to have him stop."