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F/M Story: Schoolyard Incident
Willy had been overpowered by several girls in the schoolyard. First, they had stripped
the boy to his undershorts. Then they had tied him, spread out, to the chain-link fence.
They stood looking at him, and smiling wickedly. They were known to be the most
mischievous girls in the boarding school. Willy squirmed in deep embarrassment.
It was so humiliating to be half-naked and helpless in front of these girls!
Besides, he was afraid that they were going to tickle him. Like most boys of his age
and innocence, Willy was very ticklish. He gulped in dismay at the thought of being
tickled while restrained and practically naked.
The girl who was evidently the leader, said, “All right, girls. Let’s have some fun
with Willy.”
One of them responded, “What shall we do with him? Do you suppose he’s ticklish?”
Willy groaned in anticipation.
The word ticklish aroused immediate enthusiasm among the girls, as if it had been
on the minds of all of them. Their eyes lit up. The word electrified Willy with a thrill
of excitement. His penis stirred, though he did not understand why.
They eyed his exposed, helpless body with undisguised relish. He realized that they
were delighting in thoughts of tickling the daylights out of him.
The leader continued, “I’ll bet he is ticklish. Let’s find out.”
“Oh, no!” he cried out. “This can’t be happening!” The girls beamed with wicked
delight. This was what they’d been waiting for.
They closed in on him, and began tickling him all over his body at once. Willy broke
into convulsive, howling laughter. Being tickled all over at once was a new and mind-
blowing experience for him.
Ooooooh,” said one of the girls, “He's very ticklish, isn’t he?” The boy blushed
in embarrassment.
“That tells us something,” the leader said. “Only chaste boys are so ticklish.
So, Willy must still be a virgin. Isn’t that so, Willy?” His embarrassment deepened
unspeakably.
“Oh, what is sweeter than innocence tickled?” she teased.
“You know, Willy, since you’re so ticklish, you should be very careful. Otherwise,
you might fall into the hands of some naughty girls who’ll overwhelm you,
and then tickle you—without mercy,” she teased pointedly.
“Truth is, we love to tickle boys, especially virginal boys, like you. You’re all so
vulnerable that way. And now, we’re going to have the most delicious fun with
you!”
The delight in her voice made a tingle run through his body.
Then, working in pairs, the imps resumed tickling Willy’s helpless, vulnerable body.
Two girls engaged in stroking the backs of his knees and his inner thighs, while
others tickled his armpits and breasts. Still another pair attacked his ribs vigorously.
Two were tickling his stomach. Using their nails, they made it quiver wherever they
touched it. They also pressed into his stomach with wiggling thumbs to create a deep
tickling effect.
A girl knelt at each foot. They tickled his soles and toes unmercifully.
The technique of tickling him all over at once was unimaginably effective. Throughout
the session, he howled with controllable laughter, bellowed hysterically, and shrieked
in ticklish agony.
The devastating effect of the tickling was moreover evident in the lad’s fierce writhing.
“Oh, please stop!” Willy cried out—when he was able to talk at all. “Itchee-kitchee-
koo,” they laughingly teased.
They tickled him so effectively that they brought forth peals of hysterical laughter.
Tears filled his eyes, and he laughed louder and longer than ever before in his young
life.
During his ordeal, a goodly number of girls gathered as onlookers. They egged
the ticklers on, and Willy was unspeakably humiliated.
During a pause, the leader whispered to him, “Humiliating, isn’t it?” She realized that,
even more than the tickling, it was the humiliation that Willy found unbearable.
Of course, being publicly tickled was terribly embarrassing for him. But what was
unbearable was being tickled—and made to laugh like a hyena—by a team
of gleeful girls, before an audience of jeering onlookers!
He found that remark particularly embarrassing. It deepened his blush,
whereupon one girl exclaimed, “He’s blushing again! Isn’t he precious?”
Until now, Willy had never realized that the human body could experience such
sensations: an astonishing blend of ecstasy and agony. He had been tickled
before, but nothing in his experience had prepared him for this!
They pressed on, and he shrieked with laughter as the tickling sensations exploded
in his brain. His tormentors cheered in delight.
When they paused briefly, Willy screamed hysterically, “Girls, please have mercy!
I can’t stand it! I’m too ticklish for this! I’M TOO TICKLISH!”
“Do you hear that, girls?” the leader asked. “He’s too ticklish for this. What fun!”
They all laughed heartily.
“It’s his virginal ticklishness,” a girl teased. The others laughed gleefully, but Willy
squirmed in embarrassment.
The onlookers cheered the whole spectacle, gratifying the ticklers, but humiliating
Willy unbearably. This prompted the leader to ask them, “Would any of you like
to join the fun?”
Several girls from among the bystanders stepped forward, grinning at Willy sinfully.
He was gripped by sheer panic, and moaned pitifully.
“Oh, no! Please don’t!” Willy begged. “This is so cruel!” he cried out.
But they closed in on him, and began tickling all his vulnerable spots.
Willy was soon shrieking with maniacal laughter, and struggling vainly.
This went on very briefly until the leader finally shooed them away.
Then she decided to let him rest.
During the respite, one of her girls cried out, “Let’s tickle him to death!”
He shuddered at the idea, for he felt sure that they could do it, if they wished.
“Oh yes, let’s!” chimed another. “I’ve always wanted to do that to someone.”
The leader replied, “So have I.” What an exciting idea! Wouldn’t that be a lovely
way to die, Willy?” Then she added, “But I suppose we’d better not.”
He was exhausted from his tickling ordeal. While the girls stood before him,
smiling mischievously, his eyes flitted pleadingly among them.
They regarded him with wicked satisfaction, delighted by his exhaustion
and humiliation. They took great pleasure in seeing how they had
reduced him to a quivering blob of silly putty.
“This is the way we like you, Willy,” the leader taunted. “We must do this again.
Soon!” The boy squirmed pitifully.
Then they began what was to be their final assault. This round of tickling
was far more maddening than anything that had gone before, and drove him
to new heights of hilarity.
Finally, and most embarrassingly, Willy climaxed in his shorts (copiously).
“Look!” a girl exclaimed. “He’s come in his shorts!” The girls all
cheered in delight, but Willy was dreadfully humiliated.
The climaxing served to enhance his already heightened ticklishness.
Soon he cried out loudly in ticklish agony, agony so intense that he lost
consciousness. The girls were thoroughly delighted.
When he awoke, he had been unfastened. He lay on the ground,
and slowly recovered.
But everyone else was gone. They had all left him to clean up, get dressed,
and return to his dorm.
(Previously published elsewhere)
Willy had been overpowered by several girls in the schoolyard. First, they had stripped
the boy to his undershorts. Then they had tied him, spread out, to the chain-link fence.
They stood looking at him, and smiling wickedly. They were known to be the most
mischievous girls in the boarding school. Willy squirmed in deep embarrassment.
It was so humiliating to be half-naked and helpless in front of these girls!
Besides, he was afraid that they were going to tickle him. Like most boys of his age
and innocence, Willy was very ticklish. He gulped in dismay at the thought of being
tickled while restrained and practically naked.
The girl who was evidently the leader, said, “All right, girls. Let’s have some fun
with Willy.”
One of them responded, “What shall we do with him? Do you suppose he’s ticklish?”
Willy groaned in anticipation.
The word ticklish aroused immediate enthusiasm among the girls, as if it had been
on the minds of all of them. Their eyes lit up. The word electrified Willy with a thrill
of excitement. His penis stirred, though he did not understand why.
They eyed his exposed, helpless body with undisguised relish. He realized that they
were delighting in thoughts of tickling the daylights out of him.
The leader continued, “I’ll bet he is ticklish. Let’s find out.”
“Oh, no!” he cried out. “This can’t be happening!” The girls beamed with wicked
delight. This was what they’d been waiting for.
They closed in on him, and began tickling him all over his body at once. Willy broke
into convulsive, howling laughter. Being tickled all over at once was a new and mind-
blowing experience for him.
Ooooooh,” said one of the girls, “He's very ticklish, isn’t he?” The boy blushed
in embarrassment.
“That tells us something,” the leader said. “Only chaste boys are so ticklish.
So, Willy must still be a virgin. Isn’t that so, Willy?” His embarrassment deepened
unspeakably.
“Oh, what is sweeter than innocence tickled?” she teased.
“You know, Willy, since you’re so ticklish, you should be very careful. Otherwise,
you might fall into the hands of some naughty girls who’ll overwhelm you,
and then tickle you—without mercy,” she teased pointedly.
“Truth is, we love to tickle boys, especially virginal boys, like you. You’re all so
vulnerable that way. And now, we’re going to have the most delicious fun with
you!”
The delight in her voice made a tingle run through his body.
Then, working in pairs, the imps resumed tickling Willy’s helpless, vulnerable body.
Two girls engaged in stroking the backs of his knees and his inner thighs, while
others tickled his armpits and breasts. Still another pair attacked his ribs vigorously.
Two were tickling his stomach. Using their nails, they made it quiver wherever they
touched it. They also pressed into his stomach with wiggling thumbs to create a deep
tickling effect.
A girl knelt at each foot. They tickled his soles and toes unmercifully.
The technique of tickling him all over at once was unimaginably effective. Throughout
the session, he howled with controllable laughter, bellowed hysterically, and shrieked
in ticklish agony.
The devastating effect of the tickling was moreover evident in the lad’s fierce writhing.
“Oh, please stop!” Willy cried out—when he was able to talk at all. “Itchee-kitchee-
koo,” they laughingly teased.
They tickled him so effectively that they brought forth peals of hysterical laughter.
Tears filled his eyes, and he laughed louder and longer than ever before in his young
life.
During his ordeal, a goodly number of girls gathered as onlookers. They egged
the ticklers on, and Willy was unspeakably humiliated.
During a pause, the leader whispered to him, “Humiliating, isn’t it?” She realized that,
even more than the tickling, it was the humiliation that Willy found unbearable.
Of course, being publicly tickled was terribly embarrassing for him. But what was
unbearable was being tickled—and made to laugh like a hyena—by a team
of gleeful girls, before an audience of jeering onlookers!
And they teased him unmercifully. “Frustrating, isn’t it, Willy?” the leader
chuckled. “Quite maddening, in fact.”
And more: “Look at the worm squirm!” teased another girl. “And listen
to him howl!” laughed another. The girls tittered in amusement.
And yet more: “Isn’t it terribly humiliating to be tickled silly by girls?
Especially when you’re as ticklish as a girl yourself?”
chuckled. “Quite maddening, in fact.”
And more: “Look at the worm squirm!” teased another girl. “And listen
to him howl!” laughed another. The girls tittered in amusement.
And yet more: “Isn’t it terribly humiliating to be tickled silly by girls?
Especially when you’re as ticklish as a girl yourself?”
He found that remark particularly embarrassing. It deepened his blush,
whereupon one girl exclaimed, “He’s blushing again! Isn’t he precious?”
Until now, Willy had never realized that the human body could experience such
sensations: an astonishing blend of ecstasy and agony. He had been tickled
before, but nothing in his experience had prepared him for this!
They pressed on, and he shrieked with laughter as the tickling sensations exploded
in his brain. His tormentors cheered in delight.
When they paused briefly, Willy screamed hysterically, “Girls, please have mercy!
I can’t stand it! I’m too ticklish for this! I’M TOO TICKLISH!”
“Do you hear that, girls?” the leader asked. “He’s too ticklish for this. What fun!”
They all laughed heartily.
“It’s his virginal ticklishness,” a girl teased. The others laughed gleefully, but Willy
squirmed in embarrassment.
The onlookers cheered the whole spectacle, gratifying the ticklers, but humiliating
Willy unbearably. This prompted the leader to ask them, “Would any of you like
to join the fun?”
Several girls from among the bystanders stepped forward, grinning at Willy sinfully.
He was gripped by sheer panic, and moaned pitifully.
“Oh, no! Please don’t!” Willy begged. “This is so cruel!” he cried out.
But they closed in on him, and began tickling all his vulnerable spots.
Willy was soon shrieking with maniacal laughter, and struggling vainly.
This went on very briefly until the leader finally shooed them away.
Then she decided to let him rest.
During the respite, one of her girls cried out, “Let’s tickle him to death!”
He shuddered at the idea, for he felt sure that they could do it, if they wished.
“Oh yes, let’s!” chimed another. “I’ve always wanted to do that to someone.”
The leader replied, “So have I.” What an exciting idea! Wouldn’t that be a lovely
way to die, Willy?” Then she added, “But I suppose we’d better not.”
He was exhausted from his tickling ordeal. While the girls stood before him,
smiling mischievously, his eyes flitted pleadingly among them.
They regarded him with wicked satisfaction, delighted by his exhaustion
and humiliation. They took great pleasure in seeing how they had
reduced him to a quivering blob of silly putty.
“This is the way we like you, Willy,” the leader taunted. “We must do this again.
Soon!” The boy squirmed pitifully.
Then they began what was to be their final assault. This round of tickling
was far more maddening than anything that had gone before, and drove him
to new heights of hilarity.
Finally, and most embarrassingly, Willy climaxed in his shorts (copiously).
“Look!” a girl exclaimed. “He’s come in his shorts!” The girls all
cheered in delight, but Willy was dreadfully humiliated.
The climaxing served to enhance his already heightened ticklishness.
Soon he cried out loudly in ticklish agony, agony so intense that he lost
consciousness. The girls were thoroughly delighted.
When he awoke, he had been unfastened. He lay on the ground,
and slowly recovered.
But everyone else was gone. They had all left him to clean up, get dressed,
and return to his dorm.
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