To your awaiting audience

Laughter and giggles and squeals filled the van as we drove through the city. My four female friends where all on me tickling me all over and my two male friends in the front seats driving. and my other three male friends driving in the suv.

The worst part was when we where stopped at a light and people could hear me laughing and look in the windows. The women would poke me up and down my sides digging into my sides sending me wild. They would flick my pecs and tickle my arm pits. They dug into my stomach hard sending me up the wall. Their nails where fucking magical. They would each take a position and really dig into me with everything they had.

They got too much fucking satisfaction out of this as they sent me over the moon. My penis was dancing and pulsating and twerking around uncontrolably. They loved to watch it dance and loved to make it dance. I was their hopelessly naked toy and they where all having sooooo much fun "playing".

Where are we going? I manage to get out between laughs. Jacob driving turns and says, "To your awaiting audience" and laughs as he slightly doubles over embarrassingly along with Rick sitting next to him in the front seat as they loose it, erupting in laughing out loud. What does that mean? I ask amongst laughing as Jennifer gouges her fingers hard into my sides and digs in. I twist and turn and pull but still weak from holding up the bar for so long earlier. Oh yeah, my mind trails back. These ass holes did that to me. My current **** must have caused me to temporarily forget until just now thinking of it. They didn't let many people see me when they **** me naked behind a bed sheet holding up a long bar. They tricked me the whole time I was blindfolded thinking that they drove away. They watched me struggle in agony for 30 minutes AFTER dropping the bar the first time. I thought the whole parking lot and shopping center was watching me the whole time I was exposed.

Hand fulls of people did see a lot of me naked though with the wind blowing the bedsheet. Oh God that was so exhilarating.

My mind trailed back all the while aggressive tickling is being tormented all over my body by these women. Oh yeah, the mental take away was, since they went out of their way to shield view of me from the parking lot and shopping center before, "My awaiting audience" must be another trick or something.

The women rake their hands all over me and gouge into my armpits as I laugh and convulse uncontrolably. They send me wild. I feel so slippery and sensual. They touch me all over and flick my penis with their finger tips. What the fuck is that? Why are you flicking my penis? I wonder. Is that a thing? I think, as I laugh and yelp while being tickled mercilously.

Felisha looks me dead in the eyes close up and diggs in. She looks deeply as she wants to be deeply connected to my innermost being whilst being send to the unbearable heights of extasy. She holds a look on her face as she is satisfied with your tormenting. She has a casual air about her as she slowly relishes sadistically in your situation. She is smirking looking deeply in your eyes and you are looking into hers as you squirm around and laugh out loud glistening in baby oil cuffed the the seat.

Felisha reaches down and strokes my cock a few times. Still looking into my eyes.

Are we getting close?! Felisha yells loudly at Rick driving the van. I am taken aback by her change in focus. Just a few more blocks. Rick says. Okay open the door at the next stop light.

What!? No fucking way! You are not doing that! The women digg in all the more the more I argue against it. Jennifer is laughing with visibly red blushing cheeks as she crouches over to the van side door handle, ready to open it.

Fuck! Girls! Get off of me! I beg as they all continue to tickle the shit out of me. You are not opening the fucking side door. I am right in plain view of everything if they do.

Jennifer looks back at me with an enthusiastic smile beaming with what she is about to do to me. She rides patiently awaiting the van to stop hold the door handle ready to open it at a moments notice.

I feel fingers all over me that haven't lost any enthusiasum. I feel the air from the window being rolled down, and now I feel,... slowing. We are slowing down for the next red light. Shittttt...