From: tcklcurius@aol.com (TcklCurius)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.fetish.tickling
Subject: STORY:  SUNSHINE TICKLE GANG
Date: 17 Sep 1995 16:44:15 -0400

                                   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 8, 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 NOT 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