Prom Night
Tales of the Tickle Squad-part 1
By Max Speer (circa someonewhere between 1989-1993)
Senior Prom. Girls were everywhere. Long blonde hair. Short brunettes. Curly redheads. Strapless gowns. Taffeta. Ruffles. Bare arms on all of them; long, smooth, clean-shaven legs. Giggling and nervous. They meandered around the large hotel where the prom was being presented. They filed in in groups, out of long, rented limos. Their dates, nervous and sweating in their tuxedos, feeling like superstuds.
Cruising around that night was the Van which contained us: The Tickling Squad. We were 6 tickle fanatics out for a good time. The goal: Kidnap some ticklish prom girls and gang tickle them. Period!
We've done it before. They never knew who we were because we wear masks. The school knows about the T-Squad. The girls look over their shoulders when they walk home alone, or even in pairs. We snatch them into the van, strapp them down in a very vulnerable spread-eagle fashion (we're well equipt in the van), and gang-tickle them until they practically faint. We use feathers, fingers, q-tips, brushes, etc. We use anything we could that would evoke the most ticklish reaction. I prefer fingers on flesh. I like to feel the warmth of the skin under my fingers as I drive the girls into tickling panic. Ben loves to use feathers. The others like them all.
Through the van's window, I could see the girls.
"Lots of bare arms tonight," I said.
"Great", said Murf, "I guess they'll be lots of armpit tickling then."
We all laughed.
"Little did they know," said Evan, "Tonight, when they were shaving their cute little underarms, they were shaving them for us."
We all agreed as the van neared the hotel and waited. We all put on our gloves and masks- ninja warriors - and prepared for the abduction.
Two gorgeous girls, walking together, passed the van alone. Bingo! They were wearing shiny sleeveless prom dresses; ruffles, the whole bit. They both had long, curly hair; one blonde, one brunette.
The van doors swung open suddenly and we ran out. Throwing our hands over their mouths and our arms around them, we quickly, eased them into the van and sped away. No one knew they were even gone.
The girl were breathed heavily and screamed.
"No use of that," Eddie said banging the side of the van, "soundproof."
"Who are you??" They gasped through lipsticked mouths.
We removed our gloves, but not our masks and said, "Tickling Squad."
The girls were petrified. They looked at each other.
"No need to worry," Murf said, "You'll get to the prom tonight. We're just gonna have some fun and then drive you back."
"Yeah," said Hal, "Just gonna tickle the shit outa you first."
We all laughed. Then we forced them onto their backs and lifted their bare arms over their head to strap them securely. The same was done with their feet. The girls couldn't be more vulnerable.
"Are you going to r-rape us?" The brunette stuttered.
"No no no. Just gonna tickle tickle tickle." I said as I lifted my wriggling fingers and brought it down on her ribs.
"AAAAGGHHH!!!!!!" The blonde screamed.
"Got a real ticklish one, eh Max," Hal said to me.
"Shall we? Gentlemen?" I said.
"Lets!"
All of us leaned over and wriggled our fingers over the girls. They screamed, but it was to no avail. They tried to wriggle loose from the straps, and they tugged, but we had them so tight their wasn't any play in them.
The fingers lowered over the special preferences of each tickler. Ed was nearing the feet, now shoeless. Hal and Evan turned to approach their sensitive ribs. I lowered my fingers towards their smooth armpits along with Murf and Ben. On a signal, we touched the sensitive girls and tickled.
"AAAAAAAAAHHH!" the girls screamed. They were too devastated by the feelings to even get to the laughter. I've seen it many times. After the screams, there was nothing but a silence, although their mouths were wide open. It was the beautiful sight of the silent laughter.
We stopped to allow them to catch their breath.
"Got some real ticklish ones," I said. "We'll have to ease into these girls."
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH! HAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" The girls laughed as they tried to recover the attack.
"You girls are soooo ticklish," said Murf as he slowly stroked down the brunette's bare arm. The brunette giggled and wriggled like crazy.
"Please," said the blonde, "Please don't do this to us. It's TORTURE!"
"One girl's torture is another man's bliss," said Ben as he touched his finger on the blonde's sensitive underarm.
"EEEEEEEEE! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! HEE HEEHEEHEEHEE! TICKLES!!! TICKLES!!! TICKLES!!"
"AAAAAHHHHH!! HAHAHAHA! OOOOH! OOOH" The brunette continued as Murf brough the finger of his other hand on her other underarm.
"You're such GIRLS," I analyzed outloud, as I watched them giggling and writhing. "You're so grown up in your prom dresses, but when you're being tickled, you're just little girls. I reached over and put my fingers on each girls armpits and joined in the tickling. The guys were really getting off on these gorgeous girls being tickled and tortured like this.
"Y-YESSSS! HEEHEEHEE!! OH YES! HAHAHAHA! WE'RE LITTLE GIRLS!! SO P-PLEASE!! HEEHEEHEEHEE HAHAHAHAHA! PLEASE STOP TICKLING US HEEHEEHEEHEE!" the girls giggled as the three of us tickled up and down their smooth, ticklish bare arms and down to their soft, sensitive underarms. The girls just threw their heads back and forth, whipping each other with their hair, laughing hysterically. Their hips writhed and swayed back and forth.
"Wish I was inside of those swaying hips," I pondered, "Tickling both of them at the same time". I really got off on the smooth, fleshy, clean-shaven underarms. I knew what torture it was for them; tickling and stroking these very personal spots. This was more than a friendly poke by a girlfriend, this was an all-out attack.
"Hey," said Ed, "Let 'im breathe so the rest of us could get a crack at'im."
The three of us stopped, reluctantly.
"I could just lick these gorgeous girls' armpits all night long," I said, full of passion. I bent down and touched my tongue to the blondes smooth, ticklish underarm. She screamed and we all laughed.
"Yeah, well it's our turn", said Hal and Evan said as they moved back to the girls' sides.
"Oh Please!!!" the brunette pleaded, "Don't tickle me anymore. I can't take it! I can't take being tickled!!!"
"Yes, Yes, Please!!!" injected the blonde, "You can't kidnap us like this and torture us with this tickling."
"We can't?" said Hal, and we all laughed again.
"Who are you people?" the brunette said quietly.
"Just a coupla guys who are gonna tickle you silly," said Evan, and, with that, reached down and grabbed her ribs and started tickling.
"Ohhhhhh!!!! NOOOOOO!!!" screamed the brunette, "AAAAHHHHHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHA AAAAHHHHH HAHAHA!"
Hal reached down to the blonde's ticklish ribcage.
"No. No. No. NOOOO!! HOOHOOOHOOOHOOHOO HA HA HA HEEHEE!! EEEEE! NO NO NO NO NOOOOOOO!!"
"This one's really ticklish," Evan said as his hands tickled up and down the extremely ticklish ribcage of this brunette beauty.
"Let me see," said Hal as he reached over and tickled her as well. "Tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle, yeah she IS ticklish!"
"AAAAAHHHHHAHAHAHAHA," the brunette hysterically laughed as she shook wildly and threw her head back. "NO NO NO NOOOOO!! HAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAH NO NO NO NOOOOO! OH PLEASE! OH PLEASE!!! STOP TICKKKK LINGGGGG MEEEEEE HEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!"
"I can't stand it anymore," said Ben. "I've GOT to see how ticklish these feet are."
Ben reached down to the girls' shoeless feet. They were both small and delicate. The socks were white with a lace trim around the top; tickly and cotton-soft.
Hal and Evan stopped to watch the girls' reaction to the foot-tickling expert.
"Oh no!!! Please guys. We've had enough!" the blonde pleaded, "Let us go! Don't tickle our feet. Please! You'll KILL me if you tickle my feet!"
"Thanks for the warning," Ben said as he placed his fingers on the blonde's very sensitive feet and lightly tickled over the soft socks.
"EEEEEYYYYAAAAAHHH!! OH GOD!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAHHH!!! HAHAHAHAHA HEEHEEHEEHEEHEE HAHAHAHAHAHAHA STOP IT!!! STOP IT!!!"
The blonde was extremely ticklish on her feet and her toes curled and her feet shook wildly. She laughed so hard that no sound emerged again for a quarter of a minute.
"OH GOD!!!! NO NO NO NO NO NO!!!! YOU'LL KILL ME!!!! STOP IT STOP IT!!!!! I'M TOO TICKLISH ON MY FEET!!! OH NO!!! NOT AGAIN!!! DON'T!!! DOOOOON'T!!! HAHAHA HAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!!!!! HEEHEEHEEHEE!! PLEASE DON...HEEHEEHEE!!"
Ben tickled the entire sensitive soles of her delicate feet. Then he slowly removed her socks and just let them hang on her toes.
"Tickle Tickle Tickle Tickle Tickle Tickle Tickle Tickle," said Ben as he stroked all ten fingers on the girls' wrinkled up soles. "Trying to curl and wrinkle your feet won't work," he continued as the girls screamed and pleaded.
"PLEASE !!! STOP !!!!! OHHHHH!!!! STOPPPP!!! HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE!! DON'T TICKLE MY FEEEETTTTT!!!! HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE!!!"
Finally, we had all we could take of the teasing. I reached over and started, furiously, tickling their soft armpits. The others attacked in a flash: Their ribs, sides, knees, feet, arms, neck, back, breasts, legs. Sixty fingers crawling and wriggling all over these sensistive bodies. The girls were screaming and wriggling madly. They laughed so hard that I thought someone might hear through the soundproofing. Their legs kicked as much as they could, though bound. They twisted their bodies to evade the tickling attack, but to no avail. Wherever they twisted, our fingers followed them, stroking every ticklish surface with expert proficiency.
Finally, we stopped. The girls continued to laugh and scream for a few minutes more, though we weren't touching them. If I or another would lift our hand to scratch our face or something like that, the girls would squeal and jump. We all got a kick out of that and would lift our hands, suddenly, just to watch them jump. I lifted my hand quickly and the blonde screamed and giggled but I simply put my hand on my head and scratched.
We untied them and lifted them to a sitting position. The girls, still beautiful, were speechless. Sitting up I stared at their bare arms now down. I saw the little crack of the arm against the body. It was firing me up again.
"Better get them to the prom before I change my mind and want to start over again. Look at those soft arms, so ticklish..."
They were dazed but my words sobered them up enough to look at me with gorgeous, pleading eyes.
The van had pulled up to the back of the hotel and we let the girls out. They stumbled a little and held each other up as they walked, holding their shoes as they limped. The van sped off.
Well," I said, "They were deliciously ticklish"
"Sure were," said Murph.
"Well, I'm exhausted," said Ben. We all agreed and took a few seconds to slap each others hands in triumph.
Ed was looking out of the periscope. "Too exhausted for this?" He asked as we all went to look.
Outside, was an absolutely gorgeous girl: Jet back hair cut in short, Lulu style; black, lacy mini-skirt and fishnet stockings; and a black, lacy, sleeveless midriff shirt. She was a great punk, anti-thesis of prom look.
"No way!!!" we all yelled as the van screached to a stop; doors swinging open in front of the surprised girl as she lifted her bare arms up in shock.
Tales of the Tickle Squad-part 1
By Max Speer (circa someonewhere between 1989-1993)
Senior Prom. Girls were everywhere. Long blonde hair. Short brunettes. Curly redheads. Strapless gowns. Taffeta. Ruffles. Bare arms on all of them; long, smooth, clean-shaven legs. Giggling and nervous. They meandered around the large hotel where the prom was being presented. They filed in in groups, out of long, rented limos. Their dates, nervous and sweating in their tuxedos, feeling like superstuds.
Cruising around that night was the Van which contained us: The Tickling Squad. We were 6 tickle fanatics out for a good time. The goal: Kidnap some ticklish prom girls and gang tickle them. Period!
We've done it before. They never knew who we were because we wear masks. The school knows about the T-Squad. The girls look over their shoulders when they walk home alone, or even in pairs. We snatch them into the van, strapp them down in a very vulnerable spread-eagle fashion (we're well equipt in the van), and gang-tickle them until they practically faint. We use feathers, fingers, q-tips, brushes, etc. We use anything we could that would evoke the most ticklish reaction. I prefer fingers on flesh. I like to feel the warmth of the skin under my fingers as I drive the girls into tickling panic. Ben loves to use feathers. The others like them all.
Through the van's window, I could see the girls.
"Lots of bare arms tonight," I said.
"Great", said Murf, "I guess they'll be lots of armpit tickling then."
We all laughed.
"Little did they know," said Evan, "Tonight, when they were shaving their cute little underarms, they were shaving them for us."
We all agreed as the van neared the hotel and waited. We all put on our gloves and masks- ninja warriors - and prepared for the abduction.
Two gorgeous girls, walking together, passed the van alone. Bingo! They were wearing shiny sleeveless prom dresses; ruffles, the whole bit. They both had long, curly hair; one blonde, one brunette.
The van doors swung open suddenly and we ran out. Throwing our hands over their mouths and our arms around them, we quickly, eased them into the van and sped away. No one knew they were even gone.
The girl were breathed heavily and screamed.
"No use of that," Eddie said banging the side of the van, "soundproof."
"Who are you??" They gasped through lipsticked mouths.
We removed our gloves, but not our masks and said, "Tickling Squad."
The girls were petrified. They looked at each other.
"No need to worry," Murf said, "You'll get to the prom tonight. We're just gonna have some fun and then drive you back."
"Yeah," said Hal, "Just gonna tickle the shit outa you first."
We all laughed. Then we forced them onto their backs and lifted their bare arms over their head to strap them securely. The same was done with their feet. The girls couldn't be more vulnerable.
"Are you going to r-rape us?" The brunette stuttered.
"No no no. Just gonna tickle tickle tickle." I said as I lifted my wriggling fingers and brought it down on her ribs.
"AAAAGGHHH!!!!!!" The blonde screamed.
"Got a real ticklish one, eh Max," Hal said to me.
"Shall we? Gentlemen?" I said.
"Lets!"
All of us leaned over and wriggled our fingers over the girls. They screamed, but it was to no avail. They tried to wriggle loose from the straps, and they tugged, but we had them so tight their wasn't any play in them.
The fingers lowered over the special preferences of each tickler. Ed was nearing the feet, now shoeless. Hal and Evan turned to approach their sensitive ribs. I lowered my fingers towards their smooth armpits along with Murf and Ben. On a signal, we touched the sensitive girls and tickled.
"AAAAAAAAAHHH!" the girls screamed. They were too devastated by the feelings to even get to the laughter. I've seen it many times. After the screams, there was nothing but a silence, although their mouths were wide open. It was the beautiful sight of the silent laughter.
We stopped to allow them to catch their breath.
"Got some real ticklish ones," I said. "We'll have to ease into these girls."
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH! HAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" The girls laughed as they tried to recover the attack.
"You girls are soooo ticklish," said Murf as he slowly stroked down the brunette's bare arm. The brunette giggled and wriggled like crazy.
"Please," said the blonde, "Please don't do this to us. It's TORTURE!"
"One girl's torture is another man's bliss," said Ben as he touched his finger on the blonde's sensitive underarm.
"EEEEEEEEE! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! HEE HEEHEEHEEHEE! TICKLES!!! TICKLES!!! TICKLES!!"
"AAAAAHHHHH!! HAHAHAHA! OOOOH! OOOH" The brunette continued as Murf brough the finger of his other hand on her other underarm.
"You're such GIRLS," I analyzed outloud, as I watched them giggling and writhing. "You're so grown up in your prom dresses, but when you're being tickled, you're just little girls. I reached over and put my fingers on each girls armpits and joined in the tickling. The guys were really getting off on these gorgeous girls being tickled and tortured like this.
"Y-YESSSS! HEEHEEHEE!! OH YES! HAHAHAHA! WE'RE LITTLE GIRLS!! SO P-PLEASE!! HEEHEEHEEHEE HAHAHAHAHA! PLEASE STOP TICKLING US HEEHEEHEEHEE!" the girls giggled as the three of us tickled up and down their smooth, ticklish bare arms and down to their soft, sensitive underarms. The girls just threw their heads back and forth, whipping each other with their hair, laughing hysterically. Their hips writhed and swayed back and forth.
"Wish I was inside of those swaying hips," I pondered, "Tickling both of them at the same time". I really got off on the smooth, fleshy, clean-shaven underarms. I knew what torture it was for them; tickling and stroking these very personal spots. This was more than a friendly poke by a girlfriend, this was an all-out attack.
"Hey," said Ed, "Let 'im breathe so the rest of us could get a crack at'im."
The three of us stopped, reluctantly.
"I could just lick these gorgeous girls' armpits all night long," I said, full of passion. I bent down and touched my tongue to the blondes smooth, ticklish underarm. She screamed and we all laughed.
"Yeah, well it's our turn", said Hal and Evan said as they moved back to the girls' sides.
"Oh Please!!!" the brunette pleaded, "Don't tickle me anymore. I can't take it! I can't take being tickled!!!"
"Yes, Yes, Please!!!" injected the blonde, "You can't kidnap us like this and torture us with this tickling."
"We can't?" said Hal, and we all laughed again.
"Who are you people?" the brunette said quietly.
"Just a coupla guys who are gonna tickle you silly," said Evan, and, with that, reached down and grabbed her ribs and started tickling.
"Ohhhhhh!!!! NOOOOOO!!!" screamed the brunette, "AAAAHHHHHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHA AAAAHHHHH HAHAHA!"
Hal reached down to the blonde's ticklish ribcage.
"No. No. No. NOOOO!! HOOHOOOHOOOHOOHOO HA HA HA HEEHEE!! EEEEE! NO NO NO NO NOOOOOOO!!"
"This one's really ticklish," Evan said as his hands tickled up and down the extremely ticklish ribcage of this brunette beauty.
"Let me see," said Hal as he reached over and tickled her as well. "Tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle, yeah she IS ticklish!"
"AAAAAHHHHHAHAHAHAHA," the brunette hysterically laughed as she shook wildly and threw her head back. "NO NO NO NOOOOO!! HAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAH NO NO NO NOOOOO! OH PLEASE! OH PLEASE!!! STOP TICKKKK LINGGGGG MEEEEEE HEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!"
"I can't stand it anymore," said Ben. "I've GOT to see how ticklish these feet are."
Ben reached down to the girls' shoeless feet. They were both small and delicate. The socks were white with a lace trim around the top; tickly and cotton-soft.
Hal and Evan stopped to watch the girls' reaction to the foot-tickling expert.
"Oh no!!! Please guys. We've had enough!" the blonde pleaded, "Let us go! Don't tickle our feet. Please! You'll KILL me if you tickle my feet!"
"Thanks for the warning," Ben said as he placed his fingers on the blonde's very sensitive feet and lightly tickled over the soft socks.
"EEEEEYYYYAAAAAHHH!! OH GOD!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAHHH!!! HAHAHAHAHA HEEHEEHEEHEEHEE HAHAHAHAHAHAHA STOP IT!!! STOP IT!!!"
The blonde was extremely ticklish on her feet and her toes curled and her feet shook wildly. She laughed so hard that no sound emerged again for a quarter of a minute.
"OH GOD!!!! NO NO NO NO NO NO!!!! YOU'LL KILL ME!!!! STOP IT STOP IT!!!!! I'M TOO TICKLISH ON MY FEET!!! OH NO!!! NOT AGAIN!!! DON'T!!! DOOOOON'T!!! HAHAHA HAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!!!!! HEEHEEHEEHEE!! PLEASE DON...HEEHEEHEE!!"
Ben tickled the entire sensitive soles of her delicate feet. Then he slowly removed her socks and just let them hang on her toes.
"Tickle Tickle Tickle Tickle Tickle Tickle Tickle Tickle," said Ben as he stroked all ten fingers on the girls' wrinkled up soles. "Trying to curl and wrinkle your feet won't work," he continued as the girls screamed and pleaded.
"PLEASE !!! STOP !!!!! OHHHHH!!!! STOPPPP!!! HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE!! DON'T TICKLE MY FEEEETTTTT!!!! HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE!!!"
Finally, we had all we could take of the teasing. I reached over and started, furiously, tickling their soft armpits. The others attacked in a flash: Their ribs, sides, knees, feet, arms, neck, back, breasts, legs. Sixty fingers crawling and wriggling all over these sensistive bodies. The girls were screaming and wriggling madly. They laughed so hard that I thought someone might hear through the soundproofing. Their legs kicked as much as they could, though bound. They twisted their bodies to evade the tickling attack, but to no avail. Wherever they twisted, our fingers followed them, stroking every ticklish surface with expert proficiency.
Finally, we stopped. The girls continued to laugh and scream for a few minutes more, though we weren't touching them. If I or another would lift our hand to scratch our face or something like that, the girls would squeal and jump. We all got a kick out of that and would lift our hands, suddenly, just to watch them jump. I lifted my hand quickly and the blonde screamed and giggled but I simply put my hand on my head and scratched.
We untied them and lifted them to a sitting position. The girls, still beautiful, were speechless. Sitting up I stared at their bare arms now down. I saw the little crack of the arm against the body. It was firing me up again.
"Better get them to the prom before I change my mind and want to start over again. Look at those soft arms, so ticklish..."
They were dazed but my words sobered them up enough to look at me with gorgeous, pleading eyes.
The van had pulled up to the back of the hotel and we let the girls out. They stumbled a little and held each other up as they walked, holding their shoes as they limped. The van sped off.
Well," I said, "They were deliciously ticklish"
"Sure were," said Murph.
"Well, I'm exhausted," said Ben. We all agreed and took a few seconds to slap each others hands in triumph.
Ed was looking out of the periscope. "Too exhausted for this?" He asked as we all went to look.
Outside, was an absolutely gorgeous girl: Jet back hair cut in short, Lulu style; black, lacy mini-skirt and fishnet stockings; and a black, lacy, sleeveless midriff shirt. She was a great punk, anti-thesis of prom look.
"No way!!!" we all yelled as the van screached to a stop; doors swinging open in front of the surprised girl as she lifted her bare arms up in shock.
