"I think we're going to put that down as a 'yes', Leon. Very ticklish." She grinned and rubbed her hand against my chest, just below my bra. I sighed, purring at the sensation. She giggled, lightly scratching my skin.
"There's one more place before we finish Isabella's punishment," she said. "I know for a fact that she's ticklish on her side-boobs."
A second, while the boys let her words sink in. They were respectful boys, and I didn't think they expected the whole thing to go further than my underwear, but if Rashelle was serious...
She reached down and gave a hard tug on my bra. There was *snap* as the bra fell apart, and she threw it aside. I shrieked. The boys could see my bare tits! Paul and I hadn't been dating long enough for him to see anything, and now he was seeing everything! I yanked my arms against Rashelle's hands, anything to pull my arms in, but it was like fighting a bear--there was no way I was getting out.
Rashelle descended on me, running her fingers as she tickled my small but perky breasts. Initially she focused on the sides of my cleavage, but she quickly moved to my whole breasts. She alternated from tickling to stroking, enjoying my constant change from screaming to purring at the sensations. She dug in hard, giving me no respite and no inch of me un-tickled. The boys hung back, unsure of how much to participate in touching me.
Rashelle stopped and just sat there, content to watch me squirm with my tits on full display. Sweat covered my body. "Let's see...I think your tits are too small for us to do it all at once, so I think everyone should get a turn."
I groaned, knowing that what Rashelle was suggesting would simply prolong my torment. Leon took her place. Having watched his own girlfriend's treatment, he didn't hold back, his initial brashness gone. I flailed and could feel my panties slide a little further down my crotch. With the realization that my panties were slipping, I tried to limit movement, though it was nearly impossible given my treatment.
"Go on, see if her nipples are ticklish."
His hands obliged, wrapping around my breasts and tweaking my nipples, which hardened and popped at his touch. My groans turned into pleasurable moans, and I felt my crotch growing wet. It was an odd sensation, having my best friend's boyfriend fondling me in front of her, but I was so tired and turned on I hardly cared.
Leon was reluctant to get off of me, but eventually he allowed Paul to take his place. Paul wasted no time thrashing my breasts with his fingers and hands, kneading them and squeezing them like dough. I could feel his erection through his pants on my stomach. He stooped down and placed his mouth over my right nipple, biting down. I screamed bloody murder, and I felt my panties slip down further.
Mouth still on my nipple, I felt my boyfriend's hand subconsciously move down my stomach towards my panties. He paused, realizing what he was doing.
"Go on, Paul," Rashelle said, not having missed Paul's movement. "Why shouldn't her pussy go un-tickled?"
That's all he needed. His fingers slid underneath my panties and pulled them down to my knees, his palm running down my pussy. One finger, then two fingers, plunged themselves inside of me. I moaned, my brain screaming at me that I was naked in front of my friends and being fingered.
He couldn't be stopped now. He flipped around so his back was facing me. Someone grabbed my hands and continued to hold them above my head while another spread my legs, widening my pussy. Paul leaned down and put his tongue at top of my pelvis. The sensation was more intense than any of the tickling prior, and I moaned as his tongue dragged across my crotch like sandpaper. The sensation of his rough tongue across my pubic hair was so stimulating I thought I was going to burst. That was, of course, before his tongue entered my privates, digging in my pussy like a gold miner. It slid inside me with almost no resistance from my slick pussy.
I half-moaned, half-growled as my pelvis contracted and tightened as the warmth built into a fire. Paul pulled out just as hot cum squirted out of me like a hose, staining the carpet.
I groaned, not being able to find the energy to cover myself or even be embarrassed by the fact that I had just crapped in front of three of my friends. My cheeks were burning, I was covered in sweat and bodily fluid, and my lungs felt like I had just run a marathon. I could still feel Paul's spittle on my crotch from licking me.
"Fantastic. That was definitely a fitting punishment for not obeying the rules of Truth Or Dare. Besides...I think she liked that," Rashelle said. "Didn't you, Izzie?" She patted my crotch, which elicited another groan, scooping up the thick cum and wiping it off.
"Y-yes," I said. Anything else would have been a lie. "Can I put my clothes back on?"
"Not yet," Rashelle said, looking at the boys. "We never tickled her back. With her panties out of our way, I know her cheeks are just begging for some attention.."
I groaned as the three of them descended upon me again.
