Closer to the End

"A pervert like you needs a perverted punishment"

Original Tale: Swim team **** on nerd. FFFFFFFFFFFF/M

Original Author: nick50

•Original Publishing Date: Dec 16, 2025

Original Source; Ticklingforum Website

(Everybody is 18 years old)

Alexandra had always been the quiet type—the quintessential nerd with thick glasses, a backpack full of textbooks, and a social circle that consisted mostly of online forums and video games. She wasn’t athletic, wasn’t popular, and certainly wasn’t the kind of girl who got invited to parties. But there was one thing that consumed her thoughts day and night: the girls’ swim team at Ridgewood High.

The team was legendary in her mind. Twelve girls, all toned and confident, gliding through the water like goddesses. Their practices were held in the school pool every afternoon, and Alexandra had found the perfect spot to watch them—a small storage room adjacent to the bleachers with a cracked window that offered an unobstructed view. She’d been sneaking in there for months, heart pounding, as She watched them stretch, dive, and swim laps in their tight one-piece suits that clung to every curve.

But it wasn’t just watching. Alexandra’s crush ran deeper, a burning obsession that led her to more… intimate acts. She’d wait until practice was in full swing, the coach barking orders from the deck, and then she’d pull down her panties, stroking herself in and out slowly at first, building up as she fixated on their bodies—the way their suits rode up, the water dripping down their legs, the laughter echoing as they splashed each other. She had favorites, of course. There was captain Mia with her sharp wit and piercing eyes, Sarah with her endless legs, and Jenna with her playful giggles. But none compared to Elise.

Elise was the one who haunted her dreams the most. She was the team’s powerhouse freestyler, with a body that turned heads everywhere she went. Her thighs were thick and powerful from years of kicking through water, her abs defined, but it was her ass that was truly legendary. The biggest in the entire school—massive, round, jiggling slightly with every step she took out of the pool. In her swimsuit, it was a masterpiece: two perfect globes straining against the fabric, the material wedged deep between her cheeks, outlining every curve.

Alexandra would zero in on her during practice, watching as she bent over to adjust her goggles or climbed out of the water, her huge butt flexing and bouncing. That’s when She’d flick her bean faster, imagining burying her face in it, feeling its softness smother her. She’d cum hardest thinking of Elise, whispering her name under her as liquid poured out of her.

This particular Tuesday afternoon was no different. Practice had just started, and Alexandra slipped into her hiding spot, the air thick with chlorine and the sounds of splashing water. The team was warming up, doing stretches on the deck. Elise was front and center, bending forward in a deep stretch, her enormous ass pointed right toward her window. The suit was a dark blue today, digging into her crack, her cheeks spilling out the sides. Alexandra’s pussy was out in seconds, wet and leaking juices as she rubbed herself harder.

“Fuck, Elise… that ass,” She muttered to herself, pumping her slowly. The team dove in for laps, and She watched them all—twelve perfect bodies cutting through the water. But her eyes always drifted back to Elise’s powerful kicks, her butt breaking the surface with each stroke. She sped up, biting her lip to stay quiet, edging herself closer and closer.

That’s when it happened. A shadow fell over her. The door to the storage room creaked open, and before She could react, hands grabbed her from behind.

“What the fuck is this?” a voice hissed.

Alexandra froze, her hand still inside her dripping womanhood. She turned slowly, horror flooding her as She saw the entire swim team standing there, dripping wet in their suits, staring at her with a mix of shock, disgust, and… amusement?

Mia, the captain, stepped forward first, her arms crossed under her perky breasts. “We’ve known you were here for weeks, perv. The window’s not as hidden as you think. But catching you mid-flick? That’s new.” The girls erupted in laughter. Sarah pointed at her exposed pussy, still wet despite the terror. “Look at her! Her nipples are rock hard even now and her pussy is leaking!”

Elise was there too, towel around her neck, her massive ass still glistening with pool water. She smirked, her eyes locking onto Alexandra’s. “So you’re the creepy, little lezzie who’s been staring at us? Especially at my butt, huh? I’ve seen you looking.”

Alexandra stammered, trying to cover herself, but Jenna and another girl, Riley, grabbed her arms, pinning her down. “N-no, please, I didn’t mean—” “Oh, you meant it,” Mia said, grinning wickedly. “And now you’re gonna pay for it. Girls, let’s give this horny bitch a lesson she’ll never forget. Expose her massive jugs!”

They dragged her out of the storage room after throwing away her top, revealing her Alexandra’s large breasts and nipples, her pants around her ankles, clit throbbing and dripping humiliatingly as they marched her to the team locker room. Alexandra begged the whole way, but the girls just laughed, shoving her inside and locking the door. In the center of the room was a sturdy massage table they used for post-practice recovery—padded, with straps for holding limbs in place.

“Strip her,” Mia ordered.

Hands were everywhere—yanking down her pants and underwear. Alexandra struggled futilely against twelve strong swimmers. Soon she was completely naked, her mound releasing liquid everywhere, her erect clit standing at attention from the adrenaline and lingering arousal. They hoisted her onto the table, face up, and began securing her.

Thick velcro straps went around her wrists, pulling her arms above her head. More straps at her elbows, ankles, knees, and even her waist and chest. She was spread-eagled, completely immobilized, her body stretched taut. her feet hung slightly off the end, soles exposed and ****. her pussy spilled out juices in the cool air.

“Please,” Alexandra whimpered. “Let me go. I’ll never come back, I swear.”

The girls circled the table like sharks, towels discarded now, still in their wet swimsuits that left little to the imagination. Mia leaned down close to her face. “Oh, we’re not letting you go yet. You’ve been flicking your little lezzie bean to us for months. Now it’s our turn to have some fun with you.”

Sarah wiggled her fingers menacingly. “We know exactly what perverts like you hate the most. Tickling. You’re gonna be begging for mercy soon.” Alexandra’s eyes widened. She was insanely ticklish—always had been. Even as a kid, light touches made her squirm. “No, please, not that—anything but tickling!” That only made them laugh harder. “Perfect,” Jenna said. “Let’s break her.” They assigned spots like it was a game. Two girls on each armpit and ribs, a few on her belly and thighs, and specials for her feet and… other areas.

Elise stepped forward with a smug grin, her huge ass swaying as she positioned herself at her left foot. “I call the left one. Since she’s obsessed with my butt, maybe she’ll appreciate my fingers on her sole.”

Another girl, Brooke—the team’s flirtiest member with long blonde hair and a devilish smile—claimed her pussy. “And I’ll handle this little girl. Teasing, tickling around it, but no cumming. Edging her until She cries.”

The **** began slowly, building like a symphony of torment.

First, light traces. Fingers dancing over her skin—armpits scratched lightly with nails, ribs poked gently, belly circled with feather-like touches. Alexandra giggled immediately, twisting against the straps.

“Heh… hehe… stop, please!”

But it escalated. The girls on her upper body dug in, scribbling furiously into her armpits and along her sides. her laughter exploded—high-pitched, ****.

“HAHAHA! NOOO! STOHOHOP!”

Her thighs were attacked next, nails dragging up and down the sensitive inner skin, making her legs flick uselessly. her belly button was probed, fingers swirling inside while others pinched her hips.

But the feet—oh god, the feet. Elise started on her left sole with slow, deliberate strokes. Her nails were perfectly manicured from swim team standards, sharp enough to send electric shocks through her. She traced from heel to toes, then scribbled under the arch.

“Tickle tickle tickle, little perv,” Elise cooed, her voice sultry. “You like staring at my big ass? Well, now feel what my fingers can do.”

On the right foot, Riley mirrored her, scratching wildly across the ball and toes. Alexandra’s feet were her worst spot—pale, soft from never going barefoot, arches high and sensitive.

“GAHAHAHA! FEET! NOT THE FEEHEEHEET!”

She bucked wildly, but the straps held firm. her clit released little juice with each spasm, drawing Brooke’s attention.

She hovered over her groin, her fingers ghosting around her lips, up the entrance, circling the clit without touching it directly at first. Light tickles on her inner thighs near the perineum, making her erect nipples stiffen and her pussy ache painfully.

“Look at this **** pussy,” Brooke teased, blowing cool air on the clit. “So wet from being tickled. You love it, don’t you? All those months flicking to us, and now you’re our toy.”

She finally touched it—barely. Fingernails lightly scratching the underside, tickling the mound while avoiding firm strokes. Alexandra’s laughter mixed with moans.

“HEHEHE—AH! PLEASE, TOUCH IT PROPERLY!”

“Nooo,” Brooke sang. “Denial only. Edge for us, perv.”

The tickling intensified. All twelve girls were involved now, rotating spots to keep it fresh. Someone produced feathers—actual feathers from a forgotten costume box—and used them on her erect, large nipples, circling the sensitive buds until they looked like they would burst.

Elise leaned in closer to her left foot, her massive butt resting against the table edge as she worked. She spider-tickled the toes, wiggling between them, then scratched the stem furiously.

“Coochie coochie coo! Such ticklish little piggies. Bet you’d love to kiss my ass right now, huh? Too bad you’re stuck here screaming.”

Alexandra was losing it. Tears streamed down her face from laughter, her body slick with sweat. her abs burned from the constant contracting, her voice hoarse.

“PLEHEHEASE! I CAN’T—HAHAHA—BREATHE!”

But they didn’t stop. Hours seemed to pass—though it was probably only thirty minutes so far. They took breaks to hydrate, chatting casually about practice while idly tickling her soles or lips to keep her giggling.

Brooke was masterful at the denial. She’d stroke her almost to the edge—firm grips, twisting fingering that had her thrusting into air—then stop, tickling her taint or perineum lightly to ruin the build-up.

“Close again? Nope!” She’d pinch the lips, letting the orgasm fade. her pussy was purple now, leaking constantly, pink area aching. “Bet you’d love my strap deep inside you!”

Elise switched tactics on her left foot. She grabbed baby oil from the locker supplies, slathering her sole until it glistened. Then she used a hairbrush—stiff bristles scrubbing relentlessly over the oiled skin.

The sensation was unbearable. “NOOO! NOT THE BRUSH! ELISE, MERCY! HAHAHAHA!”

Elise laughed, her huge ass jiggling as she scrubbed harder. “Mercy? For the girl who flicks off to my butt every day? Dream on. Tickle tickle tickle!”

The other foot got the same treatment from Riley. Brushes on both soles, plus fingers in the toes. The girls on her upper body used electric toothbrushes now—vibrating heads buzzing into armpits and ribs.

Alexandra screamed with laughter, her mind fracturing. “I’M SORRY! I’LL DO ANYTHING! STOP TICKLING MEEEEE!”

Mia leaned down. “Anything? Like admit you’re a pathetic perv who cums thinking of Elise’s huge ass?”

“YES! YES! I ADMIT IT! ELISE’S ASS IS PERFECT! BIGGEST EVER! PLEASE STOP!”

The girls cheered, but didn’t stop. Instead, they amped it up. Elise stood up, turning around so her massive butt was inches from her face—though She couldn’t reach it, strapped down. She wiggled it teasingly while continuing to tickle her foot with one hand.

“Look at it, perv. The ass you dream about. Too bad you’ll never touch it.”

Brooke edged her again, this time bringing her so close She felt the orgasm building inescapably—then pulled away, tickling her clit lightly with a feather, making her howl as the sensation turned ticklish instead of pleasurable.

“Bad girls don’t cum,” she whispered.

The **** went on and on. They rotated again—new girls on feet, using tongues now. Licking her arches, nibbling toes while fingers scratched. Wet, slippery sensations driving her mad.

Elise took a turn on her belly, her nails digging in while her butt pressed against her thigh accidentally—or not. The softness made her clit twitch harder.

Hours blurred. Alexandra’s laughter turned to silent gasps, then back to screams as they revived her with water. her body was a canvas of red scratch marks, feet especially raw and sensitive.

Finally, after what felt like eternity, Mia called a brief pause. “One more round. Make her break completely.”

They went all out. Every spot at once—feet brushed and scratched, armpits scribbled, belly poked, thighs squeezed, nipples explored, and Brooke alternating brutal edges with clit and pussy tickling.

Elise back on left foot, whispering teases. “My big ass owns you now. You’ll never flick without remembering this.”

Alexandra shattered. “I GIVE UP! MERCY! I’LL BE YOUR ****! JUST LET ME CUM! OR STOP TICKLING!”

The girls slowed, giggling amongst themselves.

“Maybe,” Mia said. “But not yet. We’re just getting started.”

And the tickling resumed, wave after wave, Elise’s fingers never leaving her left sole, Brooke’s denial endless. Alexandra’s world was laughter, torment, and unfulfilled desire—trapped in tickle hell with the swim team goddesses She’d worshipped from afar.

The night was young, and they had all the time in the world.