True tickling story: Sleepover tickling

(This is a true tickling story about something that happened to me.  Enjoy!)


This sleepover was in May I believe, we were all much younger, I in fact was fourteen.  It was at my house, and my parents had stepped out to get food, drinks, ect... So all of us girls were up in my room.  It was Sam, Yuna, a girl I knew at the time named Carly who was 15 years old had long black hair and blue eyes and she stood at about 5,4.  We were all hanging out in my room and Sam had an idea, 'to see who's underwear was the cutest'.  I didn't know it at the time but Sam is a lesbian, so getting a room of girls to undress would be amazing for her 14 year old self.  Yuna who at the time was 13, undressed first, revealing a simple black and white poka dot bra and panties.  

"How do I look" she said in her adorable British accent.

Everyone felt a little awkward to answer that question, so it was left unanswered.  Then Sam undressed revealing a pink lace bra, and black lace panties.  I undressed revealing my simple pink (a bit to small) bra and panties.  Then Carly undressed showing off her blue bra that showed a lot of cleavage and her simple blue panties.  Now the scene was very awkward for everyone.  Everyone seemed to be wondering what to do or say now.  But my thoughts were interrupted by Sam poking my side.  

I jumped and said "Hey, that tickles!"

Sam then grinned and pounced on me digging her fingers into my sides.  I burst out laughing instantly. It didn't take long for Carly to grab one of Sam's ankles and start tickling her foot.  Then I was able to grab Sam's sides and tickle her.  Yuna sat back for a while and watched Sam get tickled.  Then after awhile Yuna fluttered her fingers on Carly's underarms.  Carly burst out into giggles and rolled onto her back.  Yuna kept at it, tickling her belly.  I stopped tickling Sam, and I went for Carly's feet, wrapping my arm around both of her ankles and then dancing my fingers on her soles.  Sam got up and helped us tickle Carly by tickling her ribs. Soon Carly was a in fit of screams and laughter.  

After a couple minutes she was begging us to stop.  "Pleeehehheehehhese!!!! HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH STOHOHOOAHAHAHOP!!! NHOOAHAHAO MHOHOHOOREEE!!!!"

Our little tickle fight had turned into a tickle torture session for poor Carly.  We tickled her for what seemed like hours, but in reality it was more like forty minutes.  When we let her go she was panting and had tears running down her eyes from laughing so hard.  After a while I was got up and sat on my bed, but then the next thing I knew all three of the others pounced on me and started tickling me.  It didn't take long for me to be in hysterics.  It was a short tickle session due to the fact that after about ten minutes we heard the car door shut from outside.  Then we all got redressed and acted like nothing had happened.

Later that night when we were all asleep except for me.  I went to the garage got some rope and slowly tied it around all of there ankles.  Then they're ankles were all bond together by the rope, exposing each of they're bare feet.  Then I found two large foot long  feathers in my closet from one Halloween when I dressed as a giant bird (don't even ask.

I then woke them by slowly stroking the feathers across they're feet.  Each one soon woke, and then were giggling and asking 'what the hell is going on?' and such things.  For about fifteen minutes I tickled their feet while they laughed, giggled, and pleaded.  After fifteen minutes I untied them.  But I soon regretted doing so, because they turned on me and all tickled me relentlessly for almost and hour.  In that time I was thrashing and laughing, and crying, and even begging.  But they didn't stop.  At one point Sam licked my toes, and that was the most ticklish feeling I had ever felt at that point in my life.  It finally stopped when my parents came into the room to find all the girls had pinned me down and were tickle torturing me.  

We awkwardly came up with the excuse that it was a tickle fight.  And then were forced to go to bed.  There was never really much speak of this night.  But Sam does still tease me about it sometimes.