PunkedM/Lee
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We spent our spring vacation at the Texas gulf.
Me and my two room mates, a girl who I’ll call AC
for Army Chic and a dude, D. We went to Corpus C and
stayed with D’s friends. Monday we all went in 3 carloads to
the beach, on , I think its Padre Island. There were about
12 of us and if you’ve never been to a Texas beach you just
drive out onto the beach and park where ever you want.
Then they put blankets and tarps between the vehicles so
that it looks like some kind of gypsy camp.
It’s always windy and the water was cold so we spent
most of our time sitting around slowly cooking ourselves,
which they call sunning.
We had gotten up pretty early so I was tired. I was lying
down between 2 cars, under a homemade awning when
I heard D and friends whispering.
They came around and grabbed me by the wrists and
ankles then carried me out to the beach. I thought I was
going to get pitched into the surf but instead they carried
me to a hole about 2 ft deep and as big around as a garbage
can. Then they wrapped me in a beach towel and lowered
me into a sitting position , in the hole
They started covering me with sand until I was packed
very tightly with my head sticking out and my bare feet
sticking slightly up about a yard from my head.
It was weird as I’ve never had the buried in sand treatment
and even though it’s just sand I couldn’t move, at all.
They ended up piling on sand till I couldn’t see my feet.
I was mad at my room mates for not warning me but as
I sat in my sand prison there was a further scuffle and
my room mates ended up buried in a similar manner.
I could just see AC’s head but couldn’t see D who was
secured on the other side of AC.
Some guys got beach umbrellas and put them over us so we
wouldn’t burn but some of the girls said our poor feet weren’t
covered and they got suntan lotion to protect us.
I couldn’t see who was at my feet but I could feel the cold
lotion as it was applied then their fingers running all over
my bare soles and toes, it was driving me nuts but through
my laughter I could hear my roomies shrieks, as well.
I always thought AC was this tough, cool character but who ever
was tickling her feet had her going crazy.
We were left like this as various members , of the group, tortured
us on and off.
When I said my nose itched and I wanted out a girl laid down
beside me and started tickling my nose with a makeup brush.
Then two someones started really tickling my soles.
I could barely catch my breath. When they stopped I was left
alone for several minutes till I felt this torturous tickling
between my toes. It was quite maddening and had me giggling
like an idiot and it went on for the longest time. ( I found out
later it was this eyelash brush) No matter how hard I tried
to control my reaction it tickled sooo much I was going
ape sh__.
They let my roomies out before me but decided I needed to be
tortured more.
I had already been confined for about an hour but they wouldn’t
listen to my pleas and started a sort of tag team tickling of my feet.
At some point they wiped the suntan lotion off my feet
with dry sand and then some one(I suspect it was AC) started
stroking my soles with dried grass (this grass which grows in
clumps along some spots).
It was like a stiff brush and it left me going wild with the tickling
feeling.
I must have been tickle/tortured for several hours and when they
dug me out I was weak from laughter.
They all thought it was great fun and vowed to tickle me again
at the first opportunity.
It was my first time buried in the sand and I vow it’s not
going to happen again.
Me and my two room mates, a girl who I’ll call AC
for Army Chic and a dude, D. We went to Corpus C and
stayed with D’s friends. Monday we all went in 3 carloads to
the beach, on , I think its Padre Island. There were about
12 of us and if you’ve never been to a Texas beach you just
drive out onto the beach and park where ever you want.
Then they put blankets and tarps between the vehicles so
that it looks like some kind of gypsy camp.
It’s always windy and the water was cold so we spent
most of our time sitting around slowly cooking ourselves,
which they call sunning.
We had gotten up pretty early so I was tired. I was lying
down between 2 cars, under a homemade awning when
I heard D and friends whispering.
They came around and grabbed me by the wrists and
ankles then carried me out to the beach. I thought I was
going to get pitched into the surf but instead they carried
me to a hole about 2 ft deep and as big around as a garbage
can. Then they wrapped me in a beach towel and lowered
me into a sitting position , in the hole
They started covering me with sand until I was packed
very tightly with my head sticking out and my bare feet
sticking slightly up about a yard from my head.
It was weird as I’ve never had the buried in sand treatment
and even though it’s just sand I couldn’t move, at all.
They ended up piling on sand till I couldn’t see my feet.
I was mad at my room mates for not warning me but as
I sat in my sand prison there was a further scuffle and
my room mates ended up buried in a similar manner.
I could just see AC’s head but couldn’t see D who was
secured on the other side of AC.
Some guys got beach umbrellas and put them over us so we
wouldn’t burn but some of the girls said our poor feet weren’t
covered and they got suntan lotion to protect us.
I couldn’t see who was at my feet but I could feel the cold
lotion as it was applied then their fingers running all over
my bare soles and toes, it was driving me nuts but through
my laughter I could hear my roomies shrieks, as well.
I always thought AC was this tough, cool character but who ever
was tickling her feet had her going crazy.
We were left like this as various members , of the group, tortured
us on and off.
When I said my nose itched and I wanted out a girl laid down
beside me and started tickling my nose with a makeup brush.
Then two someones started really tickling my soles.
I could barely catch my breath. When they stopped I was left
alone for several minutes till I felt this torturous tickling
between my toes. It was quite maddening and had me giggling
like an idiot and it went on for the longest time. ( I found out
later it was this eyelash brush) No matter how hard I tried
to control my reaction it tickled sooo much I was going
ape sh__.
They let my roomies out before me but decided I needed to be
tortured more.
I had already been confined for about an hour but they wouldn’t
listen to my pleas and started a sort of tag team tickling of my feet.
At some point they wiped the suntan lotion off my feet
with dry sand and then some one(I suspect it was AC) started
stroking my soles with dried grass (this grass which grows in
clumps along some spots).
It was like a stiff brush and it left me going wild with the tickling
feeling.
I must have been tickle/tortured for several hours and when they
dug me out I was weak from laughter.
They all thought it was great fun and vowed to tickle me again
at the first opportunity.
It was my first time buried in the sand and I vow it’s not
going to happen again.
