sunshine-tickle-gang

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Subject: STORY: SUNSHINE TICKLE GANG

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THE SUNSHINE TICKLE GANG When I was a kid, we lived in a typical tract home neighborhood... middle class but on the edge of a lower middle class neighborhood... Lots of kids in the neighborhood, which was typical in those days. When I was about 7 or

I played with a bunch of about 20 kids. Most were my age and a couple were their younger brothers or sisters. Kids from the lower middle class neighborhood would sometimes come onto our block, either going to the corner grocery to get sodas or just nosing around in general. One day, I decided (and I can remember consciously making this decision) that we should maintain our neighborhood sovereinty (of course, I didn't have that word for it then... LOL) and not allow the outsiders in. But, since we couldn't really do that, the second thing that came to mind was that we would make them

want to come in the neighborhood. This was, of course, before kids started carrying guns and knives and doing large quantities of drugs and drug dealing, so my plan did not include any of those things. Since I had already discovered that I was VERY ticklish (because my older brother used to mercilessly tickle me), that seemed like a fitting torture for these outside kids. I gathered our group together and the Sunshine Tickle Gang was born. Most of the other kids didn't understand but they went along with it anyway, partly because other things I'd suggested had been a lot of fun. A couple of them, though, got a little gleam in their eyes. They already knew what was going on! So... a couple of days later, on a Thursday, this little kid came walking down the sidewalk, crossing from his territory to ours. We were just hanging out, playing marbles and hopscotch (I told you this was a long time ago!) on the sidewalk near a vacant lot next to the corner grocery. Our parents had gotten together and fixed up the lot so it looked like a giant flower garden--lots of wild flowers, some of them (like the Cosmos) were 5 and 6 feet high and very bushy. When the kid walked by, we ignored him and let him pass, then my friend Brian and I grabbed him from behind and started dragging him into the vacant lot. Of course, he started yelling, so I had to put my hand over his mouth. He was so scared he didn't even try to bite me! The other kids trailed behind us, some so young they were reverting back to sucking their thumbs. What an adventure! Once we got the kid behind the Cosmos where no one could see us, Brian, Marcie, Joan and Tricia sat on his arms and legs. Brenda held her hand over his mouth. I pulled off his left shoe and sock and started to tickle the bottom of his foot. He was terrified. His eyes were as big as saucers. Once I started tickling his foot with my fingers, he started thrashing around, trying to get everyone off him. He was also laughing, though it was pretty muffled because of Brenda's hand. We all started laughing and some of the kids who were just standing around watching started poking each other in the ribs. That gave me an idea, too... the ribs! I moved up from the foot and gave him a couple of quick jabs there. He went ballistic even more! I kept alternately between his left foot and both sides of the ribs for quite awhile (who knew how long? we were kids who didn't wear watches), until he looked like he was going to pee his pants. I did see a little tiny erection (which I didn't really know much about, having only seen my brother's once and then only very briefly). At that point, I asked Brian if he wanted to change places. He apparently noticed the erection, too, and declined. But Joan decided she was interested in finding out where else he was ticklish (Joan was 10 and starting to get developed), so I sat on the kid's arm while Joan started working on his feet again. She took the other sock and shoe off and then put both feet together so she could tickle them both at the same time. We were only going by what had been done to us (and, of course, other things that would occur to us as we were doing this). I thought it was interesting that while my tickling was pretty basic, Joan's was much more sophisticated (in retrospect). She had long blonde braids which she threaded between his toes and then used the spiky ends to alternately stroke and poke his instep and sole. The kid was still hysterical but seemed to be moaning every once in awhile, too. We all stared at him. After a very short period of time, we noticed a wet spot on the front of his pants. We also noticed that the tent effect was gone. I didn't know from orgasm then, so I just assumed he'd wet his pants. We started jumping up and down, laughing because our first capture tickle torture had been such a success! We'd made him pee his pants! The thought occurred to me, then, that we might never get another opportunity to do this again because he'd go home and tell the other kids, and they would never come on our block for fear of the same thing happening to them. So, I leaned over into his face and told him very sternly (for a 7 year old) that if he told ANYONE about this, we would come into his neighborhood and kidnap him and torture him forever and ever. I made him nod his head if he understood. He nodded vigorously. We put him back together, then, as best we could (except for one sock, which I kept as a trophy) and set him loose. He ran like a jackrabbit back toward his neighborhood, completely forgetting the corner grocery.

It was a great summer, that summer... :) Lots of encounters... I even got captured by the "other side" at one point... but, then, that's another story... :)

Carol

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