BellybTickler
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A fantasy since I was a kid. First story post, tell me what ya think, part two depends on that.
Towards the middle of every basketball season the school has a pep rally; this is especially pleasant because the JV and Varsity cheerleaders perform for the whole school. My God! You haven’t seen hot cheerleaders until you’ve seen ours. Thin, athletic, blonds with tits the size of melons jumping and cheering for the entire school; at that time I was experiencing the beginnings of my tickle fetish and was myself mad ticklish. Not too many people knew I was ticklish, until the day of the pep rally that is. That was the day the entire cheer squad found out, in a very obvious way. That period I had free, because I did well on my grades and this was how they would repay someone like me. So I wandered down to the gym to shoot some hoops with the gym teacher; little did I know the cheerleaders were in there practicing for the pep rally the last two periods, one or two hours from now.
The door was open and I decided that I would help myself to some enjoyment by sneaking in and secretly watching the girls practice. So any way, I put my stuff down since, I hate lockers I carry everything with me, and crept to the door, to the right, underneath some bleachers. After a half an hour the coach told them to hit the showers and left out the side door. I thought to myself, “Would I really be a perverted jerk and go watch them undress and shower?” for about two seconds I pondered and, “Hell Yeah!” it was a decision that I would soon regret.
After they had all left into the locker room, I made my move. To the door I flew, quietly as possible and down the stairs I went. Moving slowly, giving them time to undress and relax, I poked my eyes around the door. Ten pissed off faces met mine. My eyes widened with fright and I bolted; only to trip on the steps and go crashing onto them. Like tigers they were on me, four grabbed my limbs and two grabbed my torso. Immediately I laughed, “Oh shit! Hehehehe! Cut it out! Hehehehehe!” the girls stopped moving and looked at me, grins were posed on their cute faces, “So you’re ticklish my young peeping tom? I think we outta teach this naughty boy a lesson!” all the other girls nodded in agreement with those evil grins still etched in their face.
“NO! Anything but that! Please! I’m way to damn ticklish! PLEASE!” I pleaded. Did not do any good, they just got more excited to tickle the shit out of me!
“Bring him over here ladies!” the head cheer leader commanded. They obeyed like dogs and set me down on bench. They went into their gym bags and pulled out nylons and tied my hands above my head, forcing me on my back with me looking at the ceiling. The leader then took her nylons and tied my feet down. She removed my shoes and my socks and looked at my feet. In a flash she ran all five fingers up my right arch, “HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! STAHAHAHAHAP IT! PLEAHAHAHAHAHASE!” I cried out, it tickled so damn much.
“Wow! This bad boy really is ticklish! Unbutton his shirt! I’m hungry so I’ll have some ribs!” She laughed at her corny joke. With my shirt removed she had my entire upper body as her toy. She didn’t waste any time and dug right in!
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
HAHA!” I was laughing so hard I couldn’t breathe long enough to make out words!
“I think he’s enjoying it girls, lets make him enjoy it more!” she cried.
“NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! PLEAHAHAHAHASE!” was all I could say. Another girl came over above my head, at this time the head cheerleader had found that my belly button was just a ticklish as my ribs and was poking her finger in and wiggling. The girl began to massage my armpits; I arched my back and started to scream, “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
“I think I found his most ticklish spot!” she gleefully said.
“Good, two girls take his feet and the rest take over for me, I will be right back!” she commanded.
“With pleasure!” they said in unison. Soon all ten girls were probing every inch of my ticklish flesh. Already I was exhausted and it had only been ten minutes, which seemed like an eternity. Suddenly they all ceased, I tried my best to lift my head up to see why they had stopped. The head cheerleader was standing down by my feet with a few toys; an electronic toothbrush, a nail brush, and some string.
“Please no! No more!” I pleaded.
“Who’s a bad boy?” she smirked.
“I’m a bad boy!” I cried, “Me! I’m a bad boy!”
“Now we must punish the bad boy!” she said.
“NO! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA”
She began running the string through my ticklish toes. Back and forth she pulled the string through each toe; she then began to weave the string through all ten toes until she reached the last one.
“This is going to be fun!” she exclaimed. With that she gently began to pull the string.
My eyes widened as I arched my back and screamed.
Towards the middle of every basketball season the school has a pep rally; this is especially pleasant because the JV and Varsity cheerleaders perform for the whole school. My God! You haven’t seen hot cheerleaders until you’ve seen ours. Thin, athletic, blonds with tits the size of melons jumping and cheering for the entire school; at that time I was experiencing the beginnings of my tickle fetish and was myself mad ticklish. Not too many people knew I was ticklish, until the day of the pep rally that is. That was the day the entire cheer squad found out, in a very obvious way. That period I had free, because I did well on my grades and this was how they would repay someone like me. So I wandered down to the gym to shoot some hoops with the gym teacher; little did I know the cheerleaders were in there practicing for the pep rally the last two periods, one or two hours from now.
The door was open and I decided that I would help myself to some enjoyment by sneaking in and secretly watching the girls practice. So any way, I put my stuff down since, I hate lockers I carry everything with me, and crept to the door, to the right, underneath some bleachers. After a half an hour the coach told them to hit the showers and left out the side door. I thought to myself, “Would I really be a perverted jerk and go watch them undress and shower?” for about two seconds I pondered and, “Hell Yeah!” it was a decision that I would soon regret.
After they had all left into the locker room, I made my move. To the door I flew, quietly as possible and down the stairs I went. Moving slowly, giving them time to undress and relax, I poked my eyes around the door. Ten pissed off faces met mine. My eyes widened with fright and I bolted; only to trip on the steps and go crashing onto them. Like tigers they were on me, four grabbed my limbs and two grabbed my torso. Immediately I laughed, “Oh shit! Hehehehe! Cut it out! Hehehehehe!” the girls stopped moving and looked at me, grins were posed on their cute faces, “So you’re ticklish my young peeping tom? I think we outta teach this naughty boy a lesson!” all the other girls nodded in agreement with those evil grins still etched in their face.
“NO! Anything but that! Please! I’m way to damn ticklish! PLEASE!” I pleaded. Did not do any good, they just got more excited to tickle the shit out of me!
“Bring him over here ladies!” the head cheer leader commanded. They obeyed like dogs and set me down on bench. They went into their gym bags and pulled out nylons and tied my hands above my head, forcing me on my back with me looking at the ceiling. The leader then took her nylons and tied my feet down. She removed my shoes and my socks and looked at my feet. In a flash she ran all five fingers up my right arch, “HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! STAHAHAHAHAP IT! PLEAHAHAHAHAHASE!” I cried out, it tickled so damn much.
“Wow! This bad boy really is ticklish! Unbutton his shirt! I’m hungry so I’ll have some ribs!” She laughed at her corny joke. With my shirt removed she had my entire upper body as her toy. She didn’t waste any time and dug right in!
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
HAHA!” I was laughing so hard I couldn’t breathe long enough to make out words!
“I think he’s enjoying it girls, lets make him enjoy it more!” she cried.
“NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! PLEAHAHAHAHASE!” was all I could say. Another girl came over above my head, at this time the head cheerleader had found that my belly button was just a ticklish as my ribs and was poking her finger in and wiggling. The girl began to massage my armpits; I arched my back and started to scream, “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
“I think I found his most ticklish spot!” she gleefully said.
“Good, two girls take his feet and the rest take over for me, I will be right back!” she commanded.
“With pleasure!” they said in unison. Soon all ten girls were probing every inch of my ticklish flesh. Already I was exhausted and it had only been ten minutes, which seemed like an eternity. Suddenly they all ceased, I tried my best to lift my head up to see why they had stopped. The head cheerleader was standing down by my feet with a few toys; an electronic toothbrush, a nail brush, and some string.
“Please no! No more!” I pleaded.
“Who’s a bad boy?” she smirked.
“I’m a bad boy!” I cried, “Me! I’m a bad boy!”
“Now we must punish the bad boy!” she said.
“NO! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA”
She began running the string through my ticklish toes. Back and forth she pulled the string through each toe; she then began to weave the string through all ten toes until she reached the last one.
“This is going to be fun!” she exclaimed. With that she gently began to pull the string.
My eyes widened as I arched my back and screamed.
