Any Tomboy stories?

[socksoff]

Do any of you have any true stories of tickling tomboys? (Very Athletic girls[teens] or women).Was it harder to restrain them?
Was their tickle threshold higher,lower,or about the same?

 

[TummyDragon]

There was a girl in our neighborhood when I was a kid who could be considered a major tomboy. She was one of the older kids and would always pin and tickle the younger ones. I wouldn't go so far as to say "she is one of us", but she certainly got into it with a ferocious glee. She was relentless when she tickled other people. I mean totally without mercy - the kind of tickling that would reduce the ticklee to tears.

Well, anyway, we had a neighborhood baseball game going on. She was on my team. While I was trying to bat, she kept throwing pine cones at me (wonderful thing about the south, all those pine trees). So, after being hit about the 5th time, I dropped the bat and went after her. I caught her and wrestled her to the ground and was pinning her down. She fought like a tiger. I was just about to start tickling the hell out of her when her little sister yelled out "Tickle her!! Tickle her!!" and came running over. So, I had a request! heh.. I really couldn't tell you what anyone said after that as there was a major battle taking place. I couldn't tickle her because it was taking everything I had to wrestle her. She was biting and spitting, clawing and screaming - and several of the kids she had tickled the hell out of were running over to watch the commotion.

I finally got her pinned into a position I really don't know how to describe and her little sister and maybe two others began tickling her to death. I couldn't tickle her because I couldn't move from the ball of entanglement without allowing her to escape (I'm telling you, it was a weird position). She screamed and threatened and laughed her ass off while all of them tickled her sides and legs. I had never heard her laugh so hard. I could feel her going weak in my grasp from the hard laughter. She cursed and spat whenever she'd catch a breath but let me tell you, those little kids were not about to stop; they were giving her payback in full. I almost felt sorry for her as she went completely hysterical with screams of laughter. There's little doubt she was one of the most ticklish kids in the neighborhood. I'm not sure how long that lasted, but dig this, I let go of her and rolled out of the tangle to let her up, but the other kids took over while she was already so weak, and pinned her down and kept tickling her. I sat there on the ground watching them take their revenge. They tickled her and tickled her until she was balling, and still didn't want to stop. We had to drag them off of her.

It wasn't but maybe a day or so later and she had one of them pinned down and tickling her into hysterics again, so obviously she hadn't learn the lesson... ahhh, what a cool neighborhood I grew up in.

 

[TicklishAllison]

Um yeah!

I have so many experiences with this since I am a huge tomboy! Ask Marcusb. Anyways... um... which story would you like? I have an older sister who was quite popular growing up. I was a tough little brat who would constantly pick on her and my sister's friends. One friend impaticular had little sisters of her own. I am extremely fast and can usually squirm my way out of anything, but this girl was so much better. She also happened to be one of the prettiest girls in school. Anyways, she didnt tickle me much until high school. She was only a year older than me and we ended up on the same volleyball team. On the way home from a game one night, we were driving in our chaperone's car and started arguing about something retarded. I ended up calling her a "fruit loop" and such insults as "cheerio" and "frosted flake" ensued. Eventually, I made my move. I poked her side to get my point across and perhaps win the argument. Whoops. She grabbed my arms and a small wrestling mach was started. Eventually she had my hands in a single-handed vice grip and began to tickle me around my ribs and stomach. She kept taunting me to "give up and tell her she was the best" Heck no, right? I'm too tough for that... even though I could barely breathe. So she leans over and sits on my hands, giving her complete control. She tickled me with both hands EVERYWHERE. I am talking from my knees, to my butt, to my ribs and even goosed my chest a few times. I lost control and after nearly five minutes of this I caved and cried out her request. She immidiately let me go and returned to her side of the car, with only a cocky smirk on her face. I was out of breathe, sweating, nearly crying, unable to believe what happened. So here's the question you are dying to know... did I stop messing with her? HELL NO! 🙂 Sorry its so long!

 

[Wesker28]

quite a while back there was a true story someone posted in the post stories forum.

 

[sincerity]

Tummydragon: Great story! Did she ever get you?

 

[Eternal Tomboy]

I was a tomboy since day one, and loved playing rough and tumble games (especially with the boys.) And since I loved being tickled since I was very little, I would try to combine the two behaviors whenever I could (like trying to get a game of tackle football going...which, in my circle of friends quickly became 'tickle' football), or verbally mouthing off to any potential 'lers that were around me so that they would be 'forced' to retaliate (which most did by tickling.) I think that sort of positive reinforcement was key in molding me into the smartass that I am today 😀
I also think that most of my guy friends (or former boyfriends) took great pleasure in bringing me to my knees with tickling and forcing me to replace my 'tough girl' image with one that was FAR more helpless. Sadistic bastards! Loved every one of them. lol.


Maggie

 

[ticklingfeet4fu]

Great stories. I had fun reading them. Maggie when does the fun begin? I'll be right over. George