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“This is amazing!” exclaimed Kay. You just nod, unsure of what to add. “So how different is being a girl to being a guy, Blake?” “I…I am n-not sure.” you stammer. “Are you still into girls?” “Yes!!!” You declare firmly. “She literally begged me to do her. And when I told her you were bi, Kay, she was uber excited.” “I am just experimenting, obviously. When I am older and in less danger if getting pregnant, I will stop being Bi.” declared Kay. “I would be h-happy to blow you if you want. K-kay.” you responded, before realising what you said.

“Wait! I didn’t…” The laughter that followed made you blush. Kay watched you carefully. “Do you mean that, Blake?” You flush and nod. “Girls, I think we owe it to Blake to experiment with her, safely. All in favour of experimenting with Blake, raise your hand.” You almost came then and there. Every girl had her hand raised. “Blake? Is that ok with you?” You didn’t think that you could nod more vigorously. Kay grinned broadly. “Let’s get started!”

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“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” “This is good, Blake. We need to know how sensitive you are. Girls, can you call out her sensitivity?” Alicia went first. “Toothbrushes inside her left armpit. Sensitivity 10/10.” Sam went next. “Fake nails in right armpit. Ticklishness is 10/10.” “Sam, it’s not ticklishness, it’s sensitivity that we’re measuring!” “But Kay, we are measuring her sensitivity by tickling torturing her!” “I know Sam, but I am recording this on my phone. It’s sexier to say sensitivity!” Sam rolled her eyes. “Fine, sensitivity 10/10.” “Excellent, Liz. How is her belly button and left ribs. “She is 10/10 sensitive in both navel and left ribcage, Kay.”

Kay smiled. “Well hairbrush to the left foot, is an eleven out of ten. Super sensitive here, especially around the arches and toes.” “BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” “Vicky, how is her butt?” “Left cheek might be a twelve! A few feathers here and she is clenching hard. Her sensitivity is so strong, I think she might pee.” “Simone, how is her shaved puss?” “I think she might be a fifteen! I have tickled a lot of clits but hers is super sensitive.” “Magnificent! Patty, how is her right cheek and hole?” “Right cheek is a twelve on the sensitive meter. Hole might be fourteen!” “Pam? How are her breasts?” “Nipples are between 13 and 14. Stunned she isn’t peeing. Eleven for the rest of her.” The party was in full swing. Bound naked to the bed, your wrist and fingers bound to rope, leaving much of your upper body exposed. Your legs are wide open as your privates are mercilessly tormented. Somehow you have neither passed out, peed or lost your voice.

You had hoped for oral, given or received. You would prefer a severe spanking or even a spitroasting. Even a plough in the posterior would be better than this. You are ****, you would do anything to stop this. Worse, some of the instruments are covered in itching powder. So you now have an itchy butthole and clit to deal with as well as tender nipples. First you sucked a cock. Now this nightmare. Hell, you would suck a dozen of those things if it meant no more torturous tickling. But it seemed that the girls whose numbers seemed to increase, just want you as a tickle toy. Why didn’t Liz’s Dad object? Sure Liz’s house was huge. But still. Your increasingly full bladder was fighting with your deep desire to cum. But the tickling seemed to go on and in with no end in sight.