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Usual disclaimer applies here, if you’re under 18 reading this will make you blind so
go away. This story deals with underage sex so if offended please close the door on your
way out.
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That poor cheerleader
I was partying it up at the biggest
party of the year. Drinking my vodka and coke with my teammates from the girl’s
basketball team. There were girls from every sport at the party, even a few cheerleaders
dropped by. We were all celebrating another fine year in sports at Saint Joe’s
college for women.
We all missed the guys, but us
girls always found ways to have a good time. It was a massive party, a good seventy
people crammed into Annie’s house. The house was just outside of the college
and had no other houses near by so it was perfect for parties.
The music was blasting and the
snacks were endless as we all danced and chatted about our great year. I was going
to go for a refill when I heard screaming and loud crash sounds coming from the kitchen.
Being so close I was able to have a front row seat to an amazing event.
On the floor was the most despised
girl in school. Her name was Heather, the captain of the cheerleaders. This
girl had made moves on any man she wanted, regardless if he was taken or not. A
couple of the soccer players had boyfriends cheat on them with her.
There were several
soccer players pinning her down. It was a stacked deck. There were two soccer
players kneeling on an arm each above her head, a girl sitting on each leg, one straddling
her on her waist, and a girl holding each ankle.
Becky, the blond haired, small
boned cheerleader was still frantically trying to get free. Already stripped of her
shirt, which must have been torn off in the fight left her in a sports braw and shorts.
Jill, the 5’4 brown haired
captain of the soccer team asked the growing crowd, “Looks like we caught us a man
stealing cheerleader, what ever are we to do?”
Two more girls from the soccer
team sat down on both sides of her mid section. We all began yelling, “get her
3;get
her
3;get her
3;”
The two girls on her sides
asked, “Are you ticklish”?
With a quick
stroke of her toned stomach and sides Becky laughed.
Everyone that was watching, and
most of us were, began chanting, “tickle her
3;tickle her
3;tickle her
3;”
This pumped up the soccer team
and they responded by tickling her. Jill tickled her stomach from her straddling
position as the two girls sitting on her sides ran their fingers up and down her sides and
ribs to help. The girls kneeling on her arms reached down and began circling her
armpits.
As I looked at the faces
in the crowd I could tell no one was about to help her. As I watched Becky getting
her upper body tickled I was getting wet between the legs. Becky was trying so hard
to kick free, but her ankles were held tight and each leg was held down. All she could do
was wiggle and laugh. I watched the girls tickling her faster and faster, when they
noticed Becky laughing wildly they nodded with approval. They really wanted to
torture her for what she did to them.
My emotions got the better of
me and I let out a loud cry, “GET HER FEET”. Soon the room was filled with
girls chanting, “GET HER FEET
3;GET HER FEET
3;GET HER FEET”
My legs were shaking when the
girls holding her ankles began pulling on her sneakers. After each sneaker was
removed they were tossed into the crowd with a thunderous applause. Next each sock
was wiggled down her feet, leaving me dying with anticipation. Becky’s feet
were so smooth and creamy I had to have them.
Becky was screaming, “NOT
MY FEET”, hee heeheeheeheehheehhehheehhehheehhehhheheheheh
3;
“Why not your feet
3;are
your footsies ticklish”? Asked one of the girls.
My eyes were glued to her feet
watching the fingers wiggling and slivering up and down her feet. With toes wiggling
and feet squirming Becky was going nuts.
A girl ran from the crowd and
sat down at Becky’s feet, she held back the toes on her right foot and began
scratching her nails under the toes. With the girls holding her ankle helping tickle
the sole Becky was laughing loud and steady.
The two girls sitting on her
legs were not about to be left out, they ran their fingers along her inner thighs forcing
out even louder laughs from Becky.
From head to toe Becky was
getting a tickling of a lifetime. Most of the crowd was still yelling, “tickle
3;tickle”
as poor Becky endured the tickling. Her armpits were on fire from the constant
tickling, the fingers circling around her pits. Each rib was flicked and dug at as
her stomach was being explored with tickling fingers. The leg tickling left Becky
straining her muscles as she flexed and fought. Each foot was being tickled so bad
Becky had tears running down her face.
With no end in sight Becky
began pleading, “stop
3;oh my god
3;stop”
Someone replied, “There is
no help for you bitch”.
Becky’s laughing was the
only noise in the room. The fight was being tickled out of her. No longer did
you see her legs trying to wiggle free, her arms only wiggling from the tickling, no
longer was she able to pull and push with her arms. Her head was still and her eyes
were closed tight as her laughing turned silent.
The soccer players did not let
up. The girls on her legs moved till they found another ticklish spot, when they
tickled behind her knees she shuddered as if she was electrocuted. The laughing
again filling the room, all though it was much weaker.
Becky was a sweaty mess after
twenty minutes of the gang tickling. Her chest was heaving and her eyes were raining
tears. A wiggling, giggling mess was Becky. Some in the room stopped
encouraging; the girls beginning to thing Becky had suffered enough. Of course they
were in the minority.
The tickling went on, zapping
Becky of all of her strength. Eventually Becky was delirious with silent laughter.
Unable to move from the weight of all the girls she had to take it all. Words coming
from her mouth were not understood as she rambled trough her clenched teeth. The spasms
shaking her entire body as the tickling intensified.
When Becky past out she had her
remaining clothes taken off and left naked on the floor. The soccer team stood and
bowed at us, everyone starring in disbelief at Becky.
After a good ten minutes the
girls all dispersed and Becky stumbled into the bathroom. I took my purse and went
to see if she was okay. My hand turned the doorknob; surprised to see it was
unlocked I entered the bathroom. Making sure to lock the door behind me I turned to
see Becky cowering in the tub.
The poor cheerleader was
sitting naked, her arms wrapped around her as she cried. At first she was alarmed to
see me, but when I opened my arms to hug her she wrapped her arms around me and cried on
my shoulder. I did feel for her, but I could not stand her either.
After I talked her out of the
tub and calmed her down I managed to sit behind her and massage her shoulders. Becky
was so happy to have someone helping her she let her guard down.
I pulled the handcuffs from my
purse and was able to pull her arms back and cuff her.
“What the hell” she
screamed.
She went to get up but I was
able to shove her down in her weakened condition. My legs wrapped around hers and my
left arm placed her ankles in an arm lock. I was enjoying her trying to buck me off,
the thrill of the fight. With her rocking from side to side I began wiggling my
fingers on her soles. It was amazing to see her toes wiggling up close like this.
Each toe glistening in front of my eyes.
Becky’s panicked cries
went unnoticed with the music blasting again. My fingers worked up and down her
soles, leaving her in a laughing mess again. I had to use both arms to keep her legs from
breaking lose. My face was inches from her feet as I watched her toes crunch and her
feet move about.
I began nibbling on her heals
as she fought with me. With every bite her body shuddered under me. As my
teeth nibbled at the sides of her feet she began laughing harder then before. Soon I
began taking short licks at her soles, and this had Becky really wiggling under me.
My tongue was moving down the
wrinkles of her foot as she went ballistic. With her body convulsing below me I
began licking down her soles, over and over again I licked her soles. There was a
taste of salt from her sweat that I was licking off for her.
As my mouth took in her toes
and sucked Becky was wild with laughter. Her death like screams were all I needed to
suck on each pudgy toe one at a time. The louder her laughter the harder I sucked.
When my tongue forced it’s
way between her toes and squirted around she was laughing so hard I could feel her
bouncing around. Back and forth my tongue darted leaving Becky unable to speak.
With my tongue running under her toes I could feel her body going limp.
As I licked her feet my orgasm
hit me hard, my mind going blank as I was swept with one powerful orgasm after another.
When I looked back at Becky I noticed the poor thing had enough, past out again.
Once I removed my cuffs and
fixed my hair I placed her back in the tub and left. Sitting close to the door I
tried to get the courage to take her home. However every time I went to get her a
couple people went in. With my ear to the door I could hear Becky laughing and
begging. This went on for hours before I had a chance.
Thinking I should get her a
jacket I went past the bathroom door to get one from the closet. When I turned
around from the closet Becky had two friends helping her out of the bathroom. They
turned toward me thinking they could leave trough the back door. When Becky saw me
she pulled free and ran into the kitchen where she bumped into the soccer team again.
Poor Becky was on the floor
again, with girls surrounding her. The music stopped and the laugher erupted.
There were drunken girls begging for a chance to tickle her, pushing and shoving
broke out before a reasonable girl explained everyone would have a chance. The room
was divided up into tickle teams and the game started. The team who received the
most laughter could take her home.
Looking around at all of the girls
who were waiting to tickle her I felt bad for that poor cheerleader.