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I was Tickle Attacked
Written By Tower98
This is an f-f story with heavy gang tickling and some foot play in it.
On Friday night I over reacted to a slight poke and that led to a torture. My name is Erica. It was the first weekend after mid terms and I was ready to PARTY! My fellow cheer girls and I were hitting an all cheer party. All of the cheer girls from all sports were coming together for one big cheer party.
My best friend Holly and I were in our short shorts and tight tee’s that stopped just above our sexy stomachs. We had on our brand new tennis sneakers with our cute low cut ankle socks. Both of us had our hair pulled back in pony tails to show off our faces. We looked like twins as usual. Being the same size, 5’3, and weight, 100lbs we did look the same. Even our feet were both a size five. The only difference was she had stronger legs and arms from her work outs.
The party was in full swing when we arrived. I thought I was in a model search their were so many pretty faces around me. The beer was easy to find. The music was loud. The gracious hosts from the football cheer team had set up the hall wonderfully.
Most people think us cheer girl’s are all giggles. Truth is we are very mean spirited girls at times. We often gang up on other girl’s just for a good laugh. Girls not in our uniform are looked down as not worthy. From our early days at cheer camp we learn that a weakness can, and will be exploited.
Always on guard we are. Making sure we look like a true cheer girl. Getting out to the tanning parlor three times a week. Once a month getting our nails done, having our deep tissue massages, it’s all a lot of work.
Well we started out working the room, saying our hellos as we listened for new gossip. The best part of the night is grading all the girls. Who is best dressed? Who is dating who?
Once we found our group, the basketball girls, we all sat down and talked. Discussing what we all saw and heard to catch us all up was normal for us. My best friend Holly cleared her throat, and then asked me why I didn’t tell her about my big date. She found out I told a couple of the others about my big night.
I waved my hand and told her I forgot about it. Truth is I was going to tell her but I forgot as we got ready for the party.
“So…did you get some?” Holly asked with a smirk.
“You jealous” I asked thinking we were just playing for some drama.
I jumped when her hand squeezed my knee.
I slapped her arm a little harder then I wanted to.
“Sorry Holly! That tickled bad!”
Holly gave me that look. The one where she was hurt and pissed. I took her hand and looked my best friend in the eye and told her I loved her. Our cheer friends were all laughing at the sight of out little spat.
“You gonna take that? Tina asked as she walked in front of us all.
Tina was the captain of the football cheer girls. Kind of tall at 5’8 and 130lbs. Tina was always in other’s business. Standing with hands on hip she shifted her weight to her left foot and smiled at us.
“What’s the slap for?”
“Were just goofing around!” I told her with an annoyed voice.
“Really?” Tina asked as she kneeled down in front of me.
Taking my hands in hers she asked in a whisper…”How was Gene last night?”
My eyes went wide as I wondered how she heard. I fumbled my words as I new she was not going to be happy I dated her ex.
Holly was so shocked. Reaching over she tickled my right side, just below my ribs. As she poked quickly at me she said…”do tell”.
Tina squeezed my hands as she waited for my answer.
Holly pressed me again, not knowing Tina use to date Gene, “Well…was it Gene you were with?”
There was no way I could tell her in front of Tina. My cheer girls were all leaning to hear my answer. My mouth was hanging open as I tried to figure out what to say.
“Come on…yes or no?” Holly asked as she reached over. I saw her hand coming towards my ticklish side and I tried to pull my hands back. Tina held me tight as she tried to squeeze the truth from me. My body jolted and I laughed…and laughed as Holly kept tickling me.
When ever I was tickled I lost it. I tried to fall back into my seat but Holly reached over and kept tickling. My right hand pulled back so hard and fast Tina lost her grip and my hand slammed into Holly’s face.
“Oh My god…I’m so sorry Holly!” I said as I sat up straight again.
“You Bitch!” Holly said as she grabbed my arm. Surprised I fell to the floor and Holly was right on top of me. She was face to face with me as she reached down and tickled both my sides.
I kept screaming…”NO HOLLY NO!!!! NO…NO…NOOOOOO…HOLLY!!!!!!”
The light squeezing on my sides started moving faster as she grunted in my face…”your getting TICKLED BITCH!”
A small group now gathered as word spread of a tickle fight. My cheer group watched as two of their own was involved in something big. Our group was the controlled, no problems team…involved now in an altercation. If they tried to stop us they would be berated. If they watched and did nothing no one would notice them. If they joined in…they just might be remembered.
Perhaps my scared face…my screaming bloody murder…or my pleading words kept them from pouncing on me. I could tell their loyalty was not with me, it was with popularity.
Holly was really into the moment. I was laughing so hard I could not fight back. Knowing she was only ticklish on her feet I was not going to be able to tickle her off me. She was tickling me so aggressively I began kicking my legs and pounding my hands into her back as I tried to stop her.
Holly grabbed my hands and just held them. Her head collapsed into my breasts as she rested. “Okay…okay…” she said.
Holly heard her name…”Tickle her Holly” a voice said from someone watching.
“Holly!” I said as I saw her looking at the cheer girls standing around us.
When a cheer girl is vulnerable in front of her peers she is all game. We can be very cruel to our own. I was the weak one right now…the one who could be embarrassed. This made me the only show in the room. And no one else wanted to be the one in my place…no one else wanted me to get free. Everyone was afraid if I was to walk away one of them could become a target.
Holly looked for a long minute into my eyes. My best friend was giving me that I’m so sorry look. I looked away from her and eyed the twenty girls who were watching us. Then I felt Holly shift her weight. Her knees were on my arms which were on my sides. Holly was sitting on my chest as her knees pushed down on my arms. This left her just barley touching my chest.
“Tickle her Holly!”
“You want me to get her?” Holly asked the cheer girls.
“TICKLE…YES….TICKLE THE CHEER GIRL…GOOOOO HOLLY!”
Reaching back I felt her long slender fingers massage my ticklish skin. Moving slowly and wiggling often Holly had me giggling and laughing to the delight of our audience.
“HAHAHAAAAAAAA…HOOLLLLYYYYY…PLEASE!!!!!!”
“No Mercy Holly…make her laugh and let her pee…just show no mercy Holly…GooOOOOO HOLLY!” they cheered.
My legs were kicking wildly as I fought Holly. My arms were unable to lift her as I laughed. Holly was really using her fingernails to tickle my sensitive bare skin. My head was turning from side to side as I tried to fight the ticklishness that was filling my body.
“HOOLLLYYYYYY!” I screamed as she began to lightly squeeze my sides.
“Your just sooooo ticklish…such a ticklish little girl”. She mocked as she tickled.
As she tried to move her fingers over my navel I was able to free my left hand. I began trying to slap her face. With her left hand she grabbed my hand as her right hand used her fingers to tickle in and around my navel.
The cheer girls all scream out “OOOHHHHHH” as they saw Holly intercept my slap.
Wrestling my hand down she continued to tickle me with her one hand. My body was bucking up making holly bounce up and down on me. I grunted every time she slammed into me.
“Grab her arms” Holly told Tina.
I felt my hands being pulled above my head. Holly stopped tickling for a moment as Tina wrapped her arms around mine. Then Tina wrapped her long legs around my arms as well. The soles of Tina’s size eights were using the top of my head to push off of. My arms were stretched above my head.
Feeling VERY vulnerable I began to beg.
“Please…don’t tickle…please don’t”!
I was being booed…”you sissy…come on…you can take a little more.”
Holly was sitting on my waist now as she looked at my smooth skin, undefended stomach. Looking over her shoulder at my twitching legs she shook her head and asked Liz and Beth to sit on my legs.
My fellow cheer girls looked at me first. Liz was the 5’2 98lb sweet heart from the South. A gentle but loud girl who was always heard in any room at any time. As small as she was she could out drink all of us.
“No Liz…Please…Don’t…I’ll die Liz…I can’t take it!”
Beth was 5’5 and 120lbs. Beth enjoyed being at the center of attention. I’m sure she was more then willing to jump into the ring with me. I watched her remove her flip-flops and stand up working the crowd as she slowly moved towards me. Sitting on my left leg she sat Indian style with my leg sandwiched between her legs and ass.
I was really going to get tickled silly now. I watched Liz half heartedly do the same with my right leg. I had my arms above my head, my legs sandwiched, and my waist was being sat on. I was not going to be able to fight my way free. They had me trapped!
Holly looked at the crowd as she tickled my sides. Again I tried to shake free but was unable. The ticklishness was even worse now that I could not move. Judging from the loud roar of approval from the cheer girls watching I was going to be tickle tortured.
My legs jolted as I felt soft touches on my inner thighs.
“NO! NOT ALL THREE!” I screamed.
Liz and Beth were lightly moving their nails along my thighs. The slow movements of their fingers along my inner thighs made me shake as I tried to kick my legs to make them fall off me. Drawing small lazy circles on my thighs left me laughing.
“PLEASE…hehehehehehe…NOT…hehehehahahhhaaa…ALL OF YOU…HEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHHEHHEE.”
Holly was looking over her shoulder as she watched them tickle me. Now she was laughing as she wiggled her fingers in my face.
“Your sooooo ticklish!”
My laughter poured from my wide open mouth as Holly began spider walking her fingers along my sides and stomach. The tickling was so soft it was like a slow torture. My body was tingling from head to toe. When my eyes were open I could see faces of laughter and intrigue from the cheer girls swarming around to watch the best show of the night.
“STOOOPPPPP…” I cried out as I thought I would explode from laughing so hard.
Just when I thought I was in tickle hell, it got worse. Tina rose up and put my hands under her ass, pinning my hands down. Looking above me I tried to see what she was up to. All I could see were her big feet come down on my face.
“EEWWWEEEEE” was all I heard when she did it.
My head turned from side to side trying to shake her feet off my face. Some laughter broke out as I was laughing like a crazy girl with a pair of feet on my face. Then Tina’s fingernails moved slowly down my arms and into my and around my armpits. This added tickling touch, the forty tickling fingers now left me in a desperate laugh.
As I was laughing the cheer girls watching had some fun…
“Those feet smell?”
“You want it to stop?”
“Smell those feet!”
“Tickle her girls…don’t stop!”
Unable to really move I was forced to just be still under my four tickling cheer friends. Their body weight being used to pin me down as they tickle assaulted me as if I was their tickle doll. I could feel Holly’s legs pressing into my sides as she tried to hold me still under her. Her ass rising and falling against my mound as she moved with my laughter. On my knees I felt my friend’s legs holding my legs down tightly as they also pumped my legs as they moved with my body.
Tears of ticklish agony were covering my face. My lungs were burning from my constant laughing. Even as my body became weaker from the tickling I still was able to laugh. No longer was I trying to pull my hands free to help stop the tickling fingers assaulting my body. My legs stopped trying to kick and shake to protect me. All that moved now was my waist as I continued to buck involuntarily as they tickled me.
Like a proud wild animal I slowly was tickled into a defeated acceptance. I knew now I was simply a tickle toy for now. Once they grew tired of me they would stop. No longer was I fighting wildly trying to get free. Maybe that was the fun that kept them going.
I could hear some of the cheer girl’s watching calling for the cheer code of defeat. I was more then willing to do it at this point. It was how we cheer girls showed the winner that someone lost. The loser would have to lick the soles of the winner’s feet, and then I would have to kiss her toes in a final show of respect. It would send Holly to the top of the cheer ladder and send me crashing to the lowest cheer girl.
Tina’s feet were now pushing into my face. What was she trying to do, squish me? My laughter was muffled as her feet covered my mouth. Sucking in air which trickled in from around Tina’s feet I began to think I just might pass out.
Then Tina was straddling my chest. Her bare feet were brushing against my neck as she let her weight settle onto my chest. My hands were still above my head so I tried to move them. It took all my energy to move them so they were touching Tina’s back. I tried to pull her but I had to strength.
With an annoyed look Tina reached back and took my hands in hers. Placing my hands under Tina as she raised up she then sat down leaving my hands under her ass again. I tried to reach up with my fingers but I could not stop Tina.
“Double team!” Tina shouted.
Tina and Holly were giggling as they tickled all over my stomach and sides. They were tickling me softly but very fast all over. My fingers were shaking as I tried to help myself. They had me laughing loudly once again as they tickled me good. Fingers darted into my navel and squeezed my sides and traced my stomach and sides.
My inner thighs and knees were still being lightly tickled as well. My feet were now kicking each other as I tried to snap my body off of this ticklish situation. I remember opening my eyes at this point and seeing these cheer girls in front of me sipping beer and snacking on chips as they watched me getting tortured. How odd I thought as I closed my eyes once again as I was becoming overwhelmed from the tickling.
My sweaty body was given a chance to rest. Still laughing as I tried to catch my breath I prayed it was over. Feeling my four cheer girls sitting on me I was worried more was to come. Then I heard Tina ask me, “Ready to lick those feet then?”
“YES” I shouted.
A giggle escaped the cheer girl’s watching. It was something often heard about but rarely seen in the cheer world. With this large audience I new I would be talked about for years to come.
“What about her feet?” someone shouted out.
“Your feet ticklish?” Holly asked.
I was terrified. My feet were extremely ticklish.
“I surrender…Let me lick those feet sexy. It’s all over now!”
The room broke out in chatter as everyone figured out how ticklish I was.
“NOT MY FEEETTTT!” I screamed as I felt Beth and Liz turn around on my legs so they were facing my feet.
They were each sitting on my lower legs. They fought for a minute to pull my sneakers off my feet but were unable. Holly crawled down to my feet. Both Beth and Liz went onto their stomachs and wrapped their legs around mine to keep me still. Their arms were wrapped around my ankles to prevent me from kicking. They had my legs still keeping me from stopping Holly from pulling my sneakers off.
Tina Placed my hands at my sides and then kneeled on them as she placed her hands on my stomach and left them their. I giggled as she rested her fingertips on my stomach. Waiting for her to tickle…
Then I felt my left sneaker being untied.
“Holly…DON’T…I MEAN IT…DON’T…PLEASE HOLLY…NOT MY FEET!”
“These must be some ticklish feet?”
The air hitting my socked left foot even tickled. My left leg was trying so hard to kick at Holly who was sitting at my feet. “GGrrrrrrr” I screamed as I tried to free my legs. Holly’s hands were on my foot, her fingers peeling my sock off my foot. When she tossed my sock away from me the cheer girls screamed in approval.
My toes curled down as I felt her fingers touched the middle of my sole. Again the cheer girl’s screamed out for her to tickle my foot. Slowly he fingers moved down my sole as I began to laugh as she moved. The slight touch made me jerk. My toes flew back as I tried to stop the ticklish feeling on my foot.
Once her fingers were at my heel she slowly moved back up my sole. My body was tingling as she slowly moved up and down my sole. Then she started drawling circles on my sole as Tina slowly moved her fingers along my bare stomach.
“No…hehehehhehe…more…hehehehhhehe…please…hehehehhehe…”
Using all five fingers Holly was moving them up and down my sole. My toes were wiggling as she tickled me. Then Liz reached under my left leg and started tickling me under my knees. My eyes darted open again as I felt that tickle bug running through me again.
Holly’s small fingers moved between each of my toes leaving me almost speechless. Silent screams I had as Liz held my toes apart and Holly tickled between each of them at the same time.
I was startled when a sock hit m in the face. The cheer girl’s who wore socks were trying to get one in my mouth. One after another the socks came hurling towards me. My mouth was frozen open as my foot was being tickled. My hands were stuck under Tina so all I could do was move my head. Then one got lucky and it hit my mouth just as Holly began using two hands on my foot. Unable to move my head the sock stuck to my dry lips. The room went loud with cheers before the sock fell off my face.
Holly pulled my right sneaker off and slowly pulled my sock off.
“Roll her over” Holly yelled.
My legs were turned to roll me over. Tina sat on my back and took my hands and held them in her lap. My head was on a sock; actually about twenty socks were under my face and around my head.
With one hand Tina held my hands and the other one tickled my right side. Both of my legs were under the girl’s as they sat on me Indian style. My ticklish feet in their laps where they sat side by side so Holly could tickle both at the same time.
I noticed these small tanned feet move towards my head. I watched as these feet pushed the socks which were around me closer to my face. Each sock was herded by her foot so it was under or touching my face. As she did this she was treated to applause.
As I was being suffocated with socks Holly tickled my feet. Both Liz and Beth held my feet tight as Holly tickled my feet with her fingers. My laughter was still heard even with my face buried in those cheer socks. It was a roaring laughter that I could not stop.
My bare feet were being raped by Holly. My sides were tickled as were my toes. Moving slowly around each foot Holly only stayed in one spot if I was wiggling and screaming, but once I slowed my laughter she was moving again.
“Holly…CATCH” I heard.
“Holly crap…It’s a brush!” Someone said.
“NO!” I screamed.
As soon as I felt the thousand little parts of the brush move against my foot I screamed. Slowly she brushed each foot leaving me crying as I laughed. Even with my feet being held I still managed to move my feet. It was so ticklish I pulled my hands free from Tina and slapped the floor.
Tina used both hands to tickle my sides as she sat on my back. Mixed with my foot tickling I was really going nuts. It was just to much to take. Then another hair brush landed in front of me.
Tina grabbed the brush and was gone. Then I felt another brush touch my soft sole.
“NOT TWO!” I screamed.
“DO IT!” Some cheer girl’s yelled back.
“Should we use two? It looks like torture.” Holly asked.
In one voice the cheer girls answered…”TICKLE HER”
My hands pushed me up and my back arched as I fought the tickling. The freedom to move my upper body helped to shake free some of the intense ticklishness. It was like having a thousand fingernails moving slowly down my feet. Total tickle torture!
They moved the brushes under my toes and I tried turning my body over. My upper body was turning left but my legs would not come with me. I was twisting as I cried from the brush moving against my soft ticklish toes. As Holly tickled my sole Tina tickled my toes. It was the most devastating tickling every experienced for me.
As my upper body turned and my hands hit the floor they slowly brushed my feet. Moving cruelly slow along my soft sensitive soles they kept me laughing so hard I could not even think straight anymore. My laughter soon faded into this deep silent laugh as they kept on tickling my poor ticklish feet.
Out of no where two cheer girls grabbed my arms and one jumped on my back to hold me down. My hands were trying to pull free from the tickling of a life time. My feet were being tickled so bad I tried to pull my hands away from the cheer girls holding them.
My laughter was so intense at this point. Struggling in the hands of me fellow cheer girls who were more then willing to watch me tickled crazy. Tears continued to toll down my face as I felt the brushes tickling me soles. If I could have just been able to kick my legs it might not have been all that bad…
Covered in sweat and teary eyes I finally caught my breath. The tickling was over! The cheer girls formed this big circle around me as I caught my breath. Holly was seated in front of me. The cheer code called for me to show my acknowledgement for her. I was going to have to kiss and lick her feet for it to be over.
Kneeling I placed my hands on Holly’s knees for support. Giving a long hug on her legs as she whispered “I’m so sorry” in my ear I figured I would have done the same thing.
My butt sank so I was sitting now Indian style I slowly untied her sneakers. Removing her left sneaker I gently put it down next to me. Then I slowly took of her white ankle sock and shoved it in her sneaker. Then I pulled on her right sneaker. After I pulled her right sock off I bowed down to Holly. Stopping to take a breath I then softly kissed the tops of her toes.
The room was silent as I kissed her toes. Shifting to her right foot I did the same. After I kissed the top of her toes I lifted her left foot up to my face. Looking at her narrow foot I wondered how it would taste. The cheer girl’s watching were now chanting…”Lick…Lick…Lick…”
My tongue reached out and touched the bottom of her long narrow foot. Slowly I licked up her foot and only stopped after I licked under her toes. I could hear the girls saying, “Gross, disgusting, and eewwww” but it was always followed with a laugh.
I licked every inch of the bottom of her left foot as Holly giggled in her seat. It was noting personal; I just wish I didn’t have this large audience. I was going to be known as the girl who was tickled into foot licking on campus now. Holly would be the new queen of the cheer girls. At least it was my friend who would be queen.
As I placed her left foot down I lifted her right foot up to my face. As I licked her foot I thought about how she would be invited to all the cheer parties. Being her best friend I would be allowed to go as well. Maybe this was best for both of us?
Girl’s were wondering how her feet tasted and smelled as I licked along her soles. Her soles were a little salty but her toes tasted like fruit. Once I was done I took both of her feet in my hands and brushed my saliva off her feet. Then I took each foot and placed her socks on her feet. After I put her sneakers back on and tied them she stood up and showed her muscles.
It was an awkward silence in the room as I stood up. It made me uncomfortable along with everyone starring at me. I made a bee line for the ladies room to regroup. Holly had everyone trying to hug her and talk with her now. I stood at the entrance to the ladies room and watched as Holly was lifted into the air and paraded around. Then I saw Tina giving me this look, so I went into the ladies room and left Holly to her fans.
This tickle attack left me sore and tired. I collapsed on the chair in the ladies room and had to sleep it off. As I slept I heard my cheer girls partying and still toasting Holly. What a night for us cheer girls.
Written By Tower98
This is an f-f story with heavy gang tickling and some foot play in it.
On Friday night I over reacted to a slight poke and that led to a torture. My name is Erica. It was the first weekend after mid terms and I was ready to PARTY! My fellow cheer girls and I were hitting an all cheer party. All of the cheer girls from all sports were coming together for one big cheer party.
My best friend Holly and I were in our short shorts and tight tee’s that stopped just above our sexy stomachs. We had on our brand new tennis sneakers with our cute low cut ankle socks. Both of us had our hair pulled back in pony tails to show off our faces. We looked like twins as usual. Being the same size, 5’3, and weight, 100lbs we did look the same. Even our feet were both a size five. The only difference was she had stronger legs and arms from her work outs.
The party was in full swing when we arrived. I thought I was in a model search their were so many pretty faces around me. The beer was easy to find. The music was loud. The gracious hosts from the football cheer team had set up the hall wonderfully.
Most people think us cheer girl’s are all giggles. Truth is we are very mean spirited girls at times. We often gang up on other girl’s just for a good laugh. Girls not in our uniform are looked down as not worthy. From our early days at cheer camp we learn that a weakness can, and will be exploited.
Always on guard we are. Making sure we look like a true cheer girl. Getting out to the tanning parlor three times a week. Once a month getting our nails done, having our deep tissue massages, it’s all a lot of work.
Well we started out working the room, saying our hellos as we listened for new gossip. The best part of the night is grading all the girls. Who is best dressed? Who is dating who?
Once we found our group, the basketball girls, we all sat down and talked. Discussing what we all saw and heard to catch us all up was normal for us. My best friend Holly cleared her throat, and then asked me why I didn’t tell her about my big date. She found out I told a couple of the others about my big night.
I waved my hand and told her I forgot about it. Truth is I was going to tell her but I forgot as we got ready for the party.
“So…did you get some?” Holly asked with a smirk.
“You jealous” I asked thinking we were just playing for some drama.
I jumped when her hand squeezed my knee.
I slapped her arm a little harder then I wanted to.
“Sorry Holly! That tickled bad!”
Holly gave me that look. The one where she was hurt and pissed. I took her hand and looked my best friend in the eye and told her I loved her. Our cheer friends were all laughing at the sight of out little spat.
“You gonna take that? Tina asked as she walked in front of us all.
Tina was the captain of the football cheer girls. Kind of tall at 5’8 and 130lbs. Tina was always in other’s business. Standing with hands on hip she shifted her weight to her left foot and smiled at us.
“What’s the slap for?”
“Were just goofing around!” I told her with an annoyed voice.
“Really?” Tina asked as she kneeled down in front of me.
Taking my hands in hers she asked in a whisper…”How was Gene last night?”
My eyes went wide as I wondered how she heard. I fumbled my words as I new she was not going to be happy I dated her ex.
Holly was so shocked. Reaching over she tickled my right side, just below my ribs. As she poked quickly at me she said…”do tell”.
Tina squeezed my hands as she waited for my answer.
Holly pressed me again, not knowing Tina use to date Gene, “Well…was it Gene you were with?”
There was no way I could tell her in front of Tina. My cheer girls were all leaning to hear my answer. My mouth was hanging open as I tried to figure out what to say.
“Come on…yes or no?” Holly asked as she reached over. I saw her hand coming towards my ticklish side and I tried to pull my hands back. Tina held me tight as she tried to squeeze the truth from me. My body jolted and I laughed…and laughed as Holly kept tickling me.
When ever I was tickled I lost it. I tried to fall back into my seat but Holly reached over and kept tickling. My right hand pulled back so hard and fast Tina lost her grip and my hand slammed into Holly’s face.
“Oh My god…I’m so sorry Holly!” I said as I sat up straight again.
“You Bitch!” Holly said as she grabbed my arm. Surprised I fell to the floor and Holly was right on top of me. She was face to face with me as she reached down and tickled both my sides.
I kept screaming…”NO HOLLY NO!!!! NO…NO…NOOOOOO…HOLLY!!!!!!”
The light squeezing on my sides started moving faster as she grunted in my face…”your getting TICKLED BITCH!”
A small group now gathered as word spread of a tickle fight. My cheer group watched as two of their own was involved in something big. Our group was the controlled, no problems team…involved now in an altercation. If they tried to stop us they would be berated. If they watched and did nothing no one would notice them. If they joined in…they just might be remembered.
Perhaps my scared face…my screaming bloody murder…or my pleading words kept them from pouncing on me. I could tell their loyalty was not with me, it was with popularity.
Holly was really into the moment. I was laughing so hard I could not fight back. Knowing she was only ticklish on her feet I was not going to be able to tickle her off me. She was tickling me so aggressively I began kicking my legs and pounding my hands into her back as I tried to stop her.
Holly grabbed my hands and just held them. Her head collapsed into my breasts as she rested. “Okay…okay…” she said.
Holly heard her name…”Tickle her Holly” a voice said from someone watching.
“Holly!” I said as I saw her looking at the cheer girls standing around us.
When a cheer girl is vulnerable in front of her peers she is all game. We can be very cruel to our own. I was the weak one right now…the one who could be embarrassed. This made me the only show in the room. And no one else wanted to be the one in my place…no one else wanted me to get free. Everyone was afraid if I was to walk away one of them could become a target.
Holly looked for a long minute into my eyes. My best friend was giving me that I’m so sorry look. I looked away from her and eyed the twenty girls who were watching us. Then I felt Holly shift her weight. Her knees were on my arms which were on my sides. Holly was sitting on my chest as her knees pushed down on my arms. This left her just barley touching my chest.
“Tickle her Holly!”
“You want me to get her?” Holly asked the cheer girls.
“TICKLE…YES….TICKLE THE CHEER GIRL…GOOOOO HOLLY!”
Reaching back I felt her long slender fingers massage my ticklish skin. Moving slowly and wiggling often Holly had me giggling and laughing to the delight of our audience.
“HAHAHAAAAAAAA…HOOLLLLYYYYY…PLEASE!!!!!!”
“No Mercy Holly…make her laugh and let her pee…just show no mercy Holly…GooOOOOO HOLLY!” they cheered.
My legs were kicking wildly as I fought Holly. My arms were unable to lift her as I laughed. Holly was really using her fingernails to tickle my sensitive bare skin. My head was turning from side to side as I tried to fight the ticklishness that was filling my body.
“HOOLLLYYYYYY!” I screamed as she began to lightly squeeze my sides.
“Your just sooooo ticklish…such a ticklish little girl”. She mocked as she tickled.
As she tried to move her fingers over my navel I was able to free my left hand. I began trying to slap her face. With her left hand she grabbed my hand as her right hand used her fingers to tickle in and around my navel.
The cheer girls all scream out “OOOHHHHHH” as they saw Holly intercept my slap.
Wrestling my hand down she continued to tickle me with her one hand. My body was bucking up making holly bounce up and down on me. I grunted every time she slammed into me.
“Grab her arms” Holly told Tina.
I felt my hands being pulled above my head. Holly stopped tickling for a moment as Tina wrapped her arms around mine. Then Tina wrapped her long legs around my arms as well. The soles of Tina’s size eights were using the top of my head to push off of. My arms were stretched above my head.
Feeling VERY vulnerable I began to beg.
“Please…don’t tickle…please don’t”!
I was being booed…”you sissy…come on…you can take a little more.”
Holly was sitting on my waist now as she looked at my smooth skin, undefended stomach. Looking over her shoulder at my twitching legs she shook her head and asked Liz and Beth to sit on my legs.
My fellow cheer girls looked at me first. Liz was the 5’2 98lb sweet heart from the South. A gentle but loud girl who was always heard in any room at any time. As small as she was she could out drink all of us.
“No Liz…Please…Don’t…I’ll die Liz…I can’t take it!”
Beth was 5’5 and 120lbs. Beth enjoyed being at the center of attention. I’m sure she was more then willing to jump into the ring with me. I watched her remove her flip-flops and stand up working the crowd as she slowly moved towards me. Sitting on my left leg she sat Indian style with my leg sandwiched between her legs and ass.
I was really going to get tickled silly now. I watched Liz half heartedly do the same with my right leg. I had my arms above my head, my legs sandwiched, and my waist was being sat on. I was not going to be able to fight my way free. They had me trapped!
Holly looked at the crowd as she tickled my sides. Again I tried to shake free but was unable. The ticklishness was even worse now that I could not move. Judging from the loud roar of approval from the cheer girls watching I was going to be tickle tortured.
My legs jolted as I felt soft touches on my inner thighs.
“NO! NOT ALL THREE!” I screamed.
Liz and Beth were lightly moving their nails along my thighs. The slow movements of their fingers along my inner thighs made me shake as I tried to kick my legs to make them fall off me. Drawing small lazy circles on my thighs left me laughing.
“PLEASE…hehehehehehe…NOT…hehehehahahhhaaa…ALL OF YOU…HEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHHEHHEE.”
Holly was looking over her shoulder as she watched them tickle me. Now she was laughing as she wiggled her fingers in my face.
“Your sooooo ticklish!”
My laughter poured from my wide open mouth as Holly began spider walking her fingers along my sides and stomach. The tickling was so soft it was like a slow torture. My body was tingling from head to toe. When my eyes were open I could see faces of laughter and intrigue from the cheer girls swarming around to watch the best show of the night.
“STOOOPPPPP…” I cried out as I thought I would explode from laughing so hard.
Just when I thought I was in tickle hell, it got worse. Tina rose up and put my hands under her ass, pinning my hands down. Looking above me I tried to see what she was up to. All I could see were her big feet come down on my face.
“EEWWWEEEEE” was all I heard when she did it.
My head turned from side to side trying to shake her feet off my face. Some laughter broke out as I was laughing like a crazy girl with a pair of feet on my face. Then Tina’s fingernails moved slowly down my arms and into my and around my armpits. This added tickling touch, the forty tickling fingers now left me in a desperate laugh.
As I was laughing the cheer girls watching had some fun…
“Those feet smell?”
“You want it to stop?”
“Smell those feet!”
“Tickle her girls…don’t stop!”
Unable to really move I was forced to just be still under my four tickling cheer friends. Their body weight being used to pin me down as they tickle assaulted me as if I was their tickle doll. I could feel Holly’s legs pressing into my sides as she tried to hold me still under her. Her ass rising and falling against my mound as she moved with my laughter. On my knees I felt my friend’s legs holding my legs down tightly as they also pumped my legs as they moved with my body.
Tears of ticklish agony were covering my face. My lungs were burning from my constant laughing. Even as my body became weaker from the tickling I still was able to laugh. No longer was I trying to pull my hands free to help stop the tickling fingers assaulting my body. My legs stopped trying to kick and shake to protect me. All that moved now was my waist as I continued to buck involuntarily as they tickled me.
Like a proud wild animal I slowly was tickled into a defeated acceptance. I knew now I was simply a tickle toy for now. Once they grew tired of me they would stop. No longer was I fighting wildly trying to get free. Maybe that was the fun that kept them going.
I could hear some of the cheer girl’s watching calling for the cheer code of defeat. I was more then willing to do it at this point. It was how we cheer girls showed the winner that someone lost. The loser would have to lick the soles of the winner’s feet, and then I would have to kiss her toes in a final show of respect. It would send Holly to the top of the cheer ladder and send me crashing to the lowest cheer girl.
Tina’s feet were now pushing into my face. What was she trying to do, squish me? My laughter was muffled as her feet covered my mouth. Sucking in air which trickled in from around Tina’s feet I began to think I just might pass out.
Then Tina was straddling my chest. Her bare feet were brushing against my neck as she let her weight settle onto my chest. My hands were still above my head so I tried to move them. It took all my energy to move them so they were touching Tina’s back. I tried to pull her but I had to strength.
With an annoyed look Tina reached back and took my hands in hers. Placing my hands under Tina as she raised up she then sat down leaving my hands under her ass again. I tried to reach up with my fingers but I could not stop Tina.
“Double team!” Tina shouted.
Tina and Holly were giggling as they tickled all over my stomach and sides. They were tickling me softly but very fast all over. My fingers were shaking as I tried to help myself. They had me laughing loudly once again as they tickled me good. Fingers darted into my navel and squeezed my sides and traced my stomach and sides.
My inner thighs and knees were still being lightly tickled as well. My feet were now kicking each other as I tried to snap my body off of this ticklish situation. I remember opening my eyes at this point and seeing these cheer girls in front of me sipping beer and snacking on chips as they watched me getting tortured. How odd I thought as I closed my eyes once again as I was becoming overwhelmed from the tickling.
My sweaty body was given a chance to rest. Still laughing as I tried to catch my breath I prayed it was over. Feeling my four cheer girls sitting on me I was worried more was to come. Then I heard Tina ask me, “Ready to lick those feet then?”
“YES” I shouted.
A giggle escaped the cheer girl’s watching. It was something often heard about but rarely seen in the cheer world. With this large audience I new I would be talked about for years to come.
“What about her feet?” someone shouted out.
“Your feet ticklish?” Holly asked.
I was terrified. My feet were extremely ticklish.
“I surrender…Let me lick those feet sexy. It’s all over now!”
The room broke out in chatter as everyone figured out how ticklish I was.
“NOT MY FEEETTTT!” I screamed as I felt Beth and Liz turn around on my legs so they were facing my feet.
They were each sitting on my lower legs. They fought for a minute to pull my sneakers off my feet but were unable. Holly crawled down to my feet. Both Beth and Liz went onto their stomachs and wrapped their legs around mine to keep me still. Their arms were wrapped around my ankles to prevent me from kicking. They had my legs still keeping me from stopping Holly from pulling my sneakers off.
Tina Placed my hands at my sides and then kneeled on them as she placed her hands on my stomach and left them their. I giggled as she rested her fingertips on my stomach. Waiting for her to tickle…
Then I felt my left sneaker being untied.
“Holly…DON’T…I MEAN IT…DON’T…PLEASE HOLLY…NOT MY FEET!”
“These must be some ticklish feet?”
The air hitting my socked left foot even tickled. My left leg was trying so hard to kick at Holly who was sitting at my feet. “GGrrrrrrr” I screamed as I tried to free my legs. Holly’s hands were on my foot, her fingers peeling my sock off my foot. When she tossed my sock away from me the cheer girls screamed in approval.
My toes curled down as I felt her fingers touched the middle of my sole. Again the cheer girl’s screamed out for her to tickle my foot. Slowly he fingers moved down my sole as I began to laugh as she moved. The slight touch made me jerk. My toes flew back as I tried to stop the ticklish feeling on my foot.
Once her fingers were at my heel she slowly moved back up my sole. My body was tingling as she slowly moved up and down my sole. Then she started drawling circles on my sole as Tina slowly moved her fingers along my bare stomach.
“No…hehehehhehe…more…hehehehhhehe…please…hehehehhehe…”
Using all five fingers Holly was moving them up and down my sole. My toes were wiggling as she tickled me. Then Liz reached under my left leg and started tickling me under my knees. My eyes darted open again as I felt that tickle bug running through me again.
Holly’s small fingers moved between each of my toes leaving me almost speechless. Silent screams I had as Liz held my toes apart and Holly tickled between each of them at the same time.
I was startled when a sock hit m in the face. The cheer girl’s who wore socks were trying to get one in my mouth. One after another the socks came hurling towards me. My mouth was frozen open as my foot was being tickled. My hands were stuck under Tina so all I could do was move my head. Then one got lucky and it hit my mouth just as Holly began using two hands on my foot. Unable to move my head the sock stuck to my dry lips. The room went loud with cheers before the sock fell off my face.
Holly pulled my right sneaker off and slowly pulled my sock off.
“Roll her over” Holly yelled.
My legs were turned to roll me over. Tina sat on my back and took my hands and held them in her lap. My head was on a sock; actually about twenty socks were under my face and around my head.
With one hand Tina held my hands and the other one tickled my right side. Both of my legs were under the girl’s as they sat on me Indian style. My ticklish feet in their laps where they sat side by side so Holly could tickle both at the same time.
I noticed these small tanned feet move towards my head. I watched as these feet pushed the socks which were around me closer to my face. Each sock was herded by her foot so it was under or touching my face. As she did this she was treated to applause.
As I was being suffocated with socks Holly tickled my feet. Both Liz and Beth held my feet tight as Holly tickled my feet with her fingers. My laughter was still heard even with my face buried in those cheer socks. It was a roaring laughter that I could not stop.
My bare feet were being raped by Holly. My sides were tickled as were my toes. Moving slowly around each foot Holly only stayed in one spot if I was wiggling and screaming, but once I slowed my laughter she was moving again.
“Holly…CATCH” I heard.
“Holly crap…It’s a brush!” Someone said.
“NO!” I screamed.
As soon as I felt the thousand little parts of the brush move against my foot I screamed. Slowly she brushed each foot leaving me crying as I laughed. Even with my feet being held I still managed to move my feet. It was so ticklish I pulled my hands free from Tina and slapped the floor.
Tina used both hands to tickle my sides as she sat on my back. Mixed with my foot tickling I was really going nuts. It was just to much to take. Then another hair brush landed in front of me.
Tina grabbed the brush and was gone. Then I felt another brush touch my soft sole.
“NOT TWO!” I screamed.
“DO IT!” Some cheer girl’s yelled back.
“Should we use two? It looks like torture.” Holly asked.
In one voice the cheer girls answered…”TICKLE HER”
My hands pushed me up and my back arched as I fought the tickling. The freedom to move my upper body helped to shake free some of the intense ticklishness. It was like having a thousand fingernails moving slowly down my feet. Total tickle torture!
They moved the brushes under my toes and I tried turning my body over. My upper body was turning left but my legs would not come with me. I was twisting as I cried from the brush moving against my soft ticklish toes. As Holly tickled my sole Tina tickled my toes. It was the most devastating tickling every experienced for me.
As my upper body turned and my hands hit the floor they slowly brushed my feet. Moving cruelly slow along my soft sensitive soles they kept me laughing so hard I could not even think straight anymore. My laughter soon faded into this deep silent laugh as they kept on tickling my poor ticklish feet.
Out of no where two cheer girls grabbed my arms and one jumped on my back to hold me down. My hands were trying to pull free from the tickling of a life time. My feet were being tickled so bad I tried to pull my hands away from the cheer girls holding them.
My laughter was so intense at this point. Struggling in the hands of me fellow cheer girls who were more then willing to watch me tickled crazy. Tears continued to toll down my face as I felt the brushes tickling me soles. If I could have just been able to kick my legs it might not have been all that bad…
Covered in sweat and teary eyes I finally caught my breath. The tickling was over! The cheer girls formed this big circle around me as I caught my breath. Holly was seated in front of me. The cheer code called for me to show my acknowledgement for her. I was going to have to kiss and lick her feet for it to be over.
Kneeling I placed my hands on Holly’s knees for support. Giving a long hug on her legs as she whispered “I’m so sorry” in my ear I figured I would have done the same thing.
My butt sank so I was sitting now Indian style I slowly untied her sneakers. Removing her left sneaker I gently put it down next to me. Then I slowly took of her white ankle sock and shoved it in her sneaker. Then I pulled on her right sneaker. After I pulled her right sock off I bowed down to Holly. Stopping to take a breath I then softly kissed the tops of her toes.
The room was silent as I kissed her toes. Shifting to her right foot I did the same. After I kissed the top of her toes I lifted her left foot up to my face. Looking at her narrow foot I wondered how it would taste. The cheer girl’s watching were now chanting…”Lick…Lick…Lick…”
My tongue reached out and touched the bottom of her long narrow foot. Slowly I licked up her foot and only stopped after I licked under her toes. I could hear the girls saying, “Gross, disgusting, and eewwww” but it was always followed with a laugh.
I licked every inch of the bottom of her left foot as Holly giggled in her seat. It was noting personal; I just wish I didn’t have this large audience. I was going to be known as the girl who was tickled into foot licking on campus now. Holly would be the new queen of the cheer girls. At least it was my friend who would be queen.
As I placed her left foot down I lifted her right foot up to my face. As I licked her foot I thought about how she would be invited to all the cheer parties. Being her best friend I would be allowed to go as well. Maybe this was best for both of us?
Girl’s were wondering how her feet tasted and smelled as I licked along her soles. Her soles were a little salty but her toes tasted like fruit. Once I was done I took both of her feet in my hands and brushed my saliva off her feet. Then I took each foot and placed her socks on her feet. After I put her sneakers back on and tied them she stood up and showed her muscles.
It was an awkward silence in the room as I stood up. It made me uncomfortable along with everyone starring at me. I made a bee line for the ladies room to regroup. Holly had everyone trying to hug her and talk with her now. I stood at the entrance to the ladies room and watched as Holly was lifted into the air and paraded around. Then I saw Tina giving me this look, so I went into the ladies room and left Holly to her fans.
This tickle attack left me sore and tired. I collapsed on the chair in the ladies room and had to sleep it off. As I slept I heard my cheer girls partying and still toasting Holly. What a night for us cheer girls.
