Holly time

It was weird. Fun, exciting, thrilling, terrified but weird. “So what happens now?” “Well now Joey baby, I am going to tickle your bum with a feather duster before we get started.” “And by get started; you mean you will bang my butt with-a strap-on.” “Then I bury my-face between your legs. Babe, I want you to try all aspects of being a girl, so I know that you will truly be mine. Also I really want to TS you.” “TS me?” “Tickle spank you. I want to take as many of your first times as a girl as possible. Maybe even take X-Change and be your first boy too?” “No, just real you. No boys.” “We’ll see, Joey baby. Now laugh!”

And how Jo laughed. If she hadn’t been hogtied and bound, she would have spun, rolled, twirled, rotated, done anything to avoid the horrible tickling. “Tickle, tickle, tickle! Somebody has ticklish cheeks…and a very tickly little hole.” Screams and cries burst from Jo as she howled. Jo had been skeptical of Holly’s claims all women’s asses were ticklish. She was no longer skeptical. Then a second one travelled between her legs as screeches left her throat and tears poured from her eyes. “Oohhhh. Somebody pussy’s twickwish. Does wittle Joey poey have a twickwish pussy and butt? Yes, she does. Yes she does!” It was agony….. a true ordeal as Jo’s throat took a COVID like reaction as it became hoarse & sore as breath and sight become difficult and the room began to spin. Then a different kind of roaring came. “OHHHHHHHHHYESSSSSSSSS!” “I-In and O-o-oouttttt! L-llleffft and rrrrright. Uppppp and d—dddddown! T-that’s wwww-w-what m-m-makes Jooooo cuuummmmm!” The pleasure, the warm engulfing sensation! It was if the void was closing, your emptiness filled. Your body was built to have Holly inside it. You hadn’t seen it. The blindfold was thick. But the vibrating strap-on revolved inside both your entrances. With a final thrust, liquid exploded from you. Like molten magma, your pleasure rose and cascaded. She withdrew as you puffed hard. “Brush time!” she declared.

“Ahhhh!! O-one! AHHHH!!! T-twooo AHHHHHHHHH!!! Threeeeee PLEASE NO MORE! IT REALLY HURTSSSHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” “Brusha, brusha, brusha! Brush that ticklish bottom! Brusha, brusha, brusha, ticle, twickle, gilli, gilli, kitchy, twitchy!” She had barely started, but you were far too ticklish and lost control. “Naughty, bad girl!” “AHHHHHH!!! NOOOOOOOO!!! OWWWW! P-PLEASE!!!! AAAAGHHHH!” You bawled, barely able to plead as the handle crashed across your wide, round cheeks. Your hands shook as they tried to free themselves to protect your beach balls. And even more strangely, you felt new heat between your thighs.