Tied Up And ******** By Girls
found this story on the internet today, thought you guys might like it.
When i was about 15 years old i was playing football with my mates on a very muddy firls. But the rain had stopped, and it was clearing up.
It was about 10pm one evening and on the verge of becoming very dark.
All of us boys were happily playing and minding our own buisness, when suddenly about a dozen or so older girls, some of them women came strolling through our field and sat down just beyond our un netted gola mouths, then took out their wine and began to drink and chat amongst themselves, whilst now and again wickedly eyeing some of us up.
They became annoyed at us for kicking the ball in their direction, but it was their choice to sit right there, they could have gone somewhere else to party
They were on a hen night, and just having fun.
I rounded a boy a smashed home a fantastic shot with crashed against the solid wall just above where they sat.
"oui...Cant you do that somewhere else"
One shouted, or slurred at us.
"this is a football pitch *****, so you clear off"
Was my reply.
"you cheeky little urchin"
Another shouted, and then went back to their sugestive talk, which was mainly about men, i suppose.
Once again us boys conjured up another shot, which i hit on the volley, which missed the goal but shot straight into one of their faces knocking them backwards.
By now they were really annoyed as they picked their friend up.
"oui..What have i told you"
"oh get lost granny!"
Suddenly all of them got up, looking at us, especially me...The cheeky one.
"behave yourself boys...Or else!"
"or else what grand ma"
I was annoyed, because they were messing up our game.
"or we'll have you!"
"i'd think yourself lucky young man, because if it was up to her.."
She pointed to her friend,
"you'd be running around here naked"
I couldn't believe what she had just said
"yeah right...You an who else army"
"we might be old, but we'd still have you writhing around naked"
"i dont think so"
I cockilly replied.
"oh you dont do you"
Suddenly they all began to chase me,as my friends looked on laughing.
The ladies ignored them, with just an eye for me.
"go on get him ladies"
Shouted one of my mates.(some mate huh!)
My mates helped to corner me, and held me there, and then handed me over to them,
"come here you"
One scowled as the ladies trawled me over the grass, and threw me over one of their laps, then began to tickle me.
"we'll teach you"
One shouted as one pulled at my trousers,
But quickly i rolled off and ran off again.
"come here you"
"you grannys aint fast enough"
I shouted as they all gave chase this time.
But suddenly i clumsilly tripped over and fell onto the wet grass, and within seconds they were all over me.
"what did he call us?"
Asked one as i wrestled with them.
"grannys...I think dear"
"lets show him what grannys can do...Shall we ladies!".
"yeah lets teach the cheeky brat some manners"
"***** him ladies"
Suddenly i was in the fight of my life, as their older hands toyed with my trouser belt and undid the buckle, whbilst others converged at the top end pinning me down, and practcally ripping off my football shirt over my head.
My mates were happilly cheering them on.
There were hands all over me. Some tickling my naked torso, whilst the others fought hard to get my trousers off.
They didn't have it easy.
But i was tiring, and once my hands had been sat on by the oldest one of all, my trousers suddenly began to be pulled down.
I could feel the chill on my naked legs and skin as they were pulled down further.
"dont stop, dont stop!"
Cried one, as the threw my dicarded trousers over their heads.
"get em off get em off him girls"
My mates chanted, and clapped.
Then one hooked her fingers into my y-fronts and quickly skimmed them down and then off my body completly.
They all cheered as they oggled my naked fr
All i was expecting was a game of football....Not to be ******** completly naked by a bunch of older ladies, out on a hen night.
Then they tickled me, mocking my ever growing man-hood.
"what now ladies?"
Asked one still roaring with laughter.
"lets tie him to the goal posts, and leave him there!"
"is that alright with you boys?"
One shouted to my so called mates, whom were enjoying every moment of this.
"carry on girls, dont mind us".
They didn't mind any one, not even my blushes of humiliation, as they left me tied up still naked on our goal post.
And to put the icing on the cake, when they left, they took my clothes away with them, and left them hanging on a nearby rubbish bin, meaning that if i wanted them, then i would have to go out naked to fetch them.
My friends never helped at all.
They kept me there for hours, either smearing me with mud, or kicking the ball at me.
I am so glad that mobile camera phones hadn't been invented then, because i am sure this cheeky 15 year old brat would have ended up on you-tube, for all the watching world to see.