Paul Jones
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Willy was overpowered by several girls in the schoolyard, which was otherwise deserted
at that hour. They were the most notoriously mischievous girls in the entire boarding
school, and they had chosen the mild-mannered boy as a choice “laughing-stock”
(literally).
After stripping him to his shorts, they tied him, spread out, to the chain-link fence.
“Ooh, look at him blush! Isn’t he adorable?” one of the girls girl teased. The others
smiled and nodded in agreement.
He was afraid that they were going to tickle him. Like most boys his age, he was very
ticklish, and he gulped in dismay at the thought of being tickled while helpless and
nearly naked.
Sure enough, the leader asked the others, “Do you suppose he’s ticklish? Let’s find
out.” The girls beamed with wicked delight, and closed in on him.
“Oh, no!” Willy cried out. “This can’t be happening!”
They began tickling him all over his body, and the boy broke into convulsive, howling
laughter.
“My, but he is ticklish, isn’t he?” one girl quipped. The others agreed wholeheartedly.
Various girls tickled his armpits, breasts, ribs, and stomach. Two girls knelt at his
feet. They held back his toes, and tickled his soles and toes unmercifully.
Tears streamed down his face, and he laughed louder and longer than ever before in
his young life.
“Look at the cute worm squirm!” one girl exclaimed. “And listen to him howl!” another
chimed in. They all tittered in amusement.
Finally, they stopped to let him rest.
He was exhausted from his tickling ordeal, and his eyes flitted pleadingly among them.
They regarded him with wicked satisfaction, delighted by his exhaustion and
embarrassment.
“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.
“Look!” a girl exclaimed. “He’s come in his shorts!” The girls cheered in delight, but
Willy was dreadfully humiliated.
The climaxing served to enhance his already considerable 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 the girls were gone. They had left him to clean up, get dressed, and find his way
back to his dorm.
at that hour. They were the most notoriously mischievous girls in the entire boarding
school, and they had chosen the mild-mannered boy as a choice “laughing-stock”
(literally).
After stripping him to his shorts, they tied him, spread out, to the chain-link fence.
“Ooh, look at him blush! Isn’t he adorable?” one of the girls girl teased. The others
smiled and nodded in agreement.
He was afraid that they were going to tickle him. Like most boys his age, he was very
ticklish, and he gulped in dismay at the thought of being tickled while helpless and
nearly naked.
Sure enough, the leader asked the others, “Do you suppose he’s ticklish? Let’s find
out.” The girls beamed with wicked delight, and closed in on him.
“Oh, no!” Willy cried out. “This can’t be happening!”
They began tickling him all over his body, and the boy broke into convulsive, howling
laughter.
“My, but he is ticklish, isn’t he?” one girl quipped. The others agreed wholeheartedly.
Various girls tickled his armpits, breasts, ribs, and stomach. Two girls knelt at his
feet. They held back his toes, and tickled his soles and toes unmercifully.
Tears streamed down his face, and he laughed louder and longer than ever before in
his young life.
“Look at the cute worm squirm!” one girl exclaimed. “And listen to him howl!” another
chimed in. They all tittered in amusement.
Finally, they stopped to let him rest.
He was exhausted from his tickling ordeal, and his eyes flitted pleadingly among them.
They regarded him with wicked satisfaction, delighted by his exhaustion and
embarrassment.
“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.
“Look!” a girl exclaimed. “He’s come in his shorts!” The girls cheered in delight, but
Willy was dreadfully humiliated.
The climaxing served to enhance his already considerable 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 the girls were gone. They had left him to clean up, get dressed, and find his way
back to his dorm.
