melonboobs
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Mark taught 10th grade biology at a high school in south Texas. He'd never had a serious girlfriend until just past his 30th birthday, and in fact had desperately avoided dating women ever since he was a teen. He feared women because of his masochistic obsession. For as long as he could remember he masturbated to the thought of being overpowered by a woman or a group of women who then tickled him, never stopping until he died laughing. It was both a desire and a phobia, and he had convinced himself that any woman he dated would eventually make his biggest fear come true. Mark knew the fear was illogical but failed to overcome it until Rosario, the school secretary, asked him out on a date.
Rosario scared Mark, especially. Yet, he knew it was well past the time to begin a romance that might lead to marriage. The reason Rosario scared Mark was because she looked like a tickler--she always had long red-painted fingernails. She was also heavier than him, and he imagined she might be able to outwrestle him. Though Mark lifted weights obsessively so that he was stronger than almost any women he could encounter and could prevent them from tickling him, he had no wrestling experience and was unsure over who was really stronger. Nevertheless, Rosario had a beautiful face, heavy big boobs, and a large sexy ass. Mark was sexually attracted to her in the extreme. Mark decided his fear was nonsense, and he began seeing Rosario regularly.
They were making out when Mark's fear became re-awakened. Rosario was sitting on his lap, caressing his chest, while they were kissing. The caressing tickled him, and he had to bite his cheeks to stop himself from laughing. His face flushed.
"What's wrong?" Rosario asked.
"Nothing," Mark said, but he was hard and Rosario noticed.
She stopped caressing him and hugged him, pressing her breasts into his face. She toyed with the idea of inviting him to her bedroom, but she wanted him to instigate the next step. He did a few weeks later. They went to her room and undressed. But Mark was so nervous and scared he couldn't get an erection. Her big ass particularly frightened him. He pictured it burying him smashing him, smothering him. Meanwhile, he nervously caressed her heavy breasts, and Rosario got aroused. Mark smelled her. Rosario sat on Mark and he couldn't block the fearful thought any longer: he imagined Rosario tickling him like a bully on the playground. This finally gave him an erection. Rosario masturbated herself wet and rode him and Mark was no longer a virgin.
For weeks Mark visited Rosario's bedroom and during sexual intercourse he always imagined laughing frantically because Rosario had him tied down and was tickling him. He never confessed his thoughts. Often while lying side-by-side after sex Rosario would caress Mark's chest but he always grabbed her hands because it tickled. One day, Rosario became frustrated.
"Let me play with your chest hairs," she demanded.
So Mark let her rub his chest. He tried really hard not to laugh but he couldn't stand it. He started giggling, silently.
"What's so funny?" Rosario asked.
Mark was too ashamed to admit he was ticklish. He didn't answer.
"What's so funny?" Rosario asked again.
Mark squirmed, grabbed her hands.
"I told you to let me play with your chest hairs."
Rosario began nibbling Mark's neck and that tickled too. Mark got hard again and was unable to repress a giggle.
"Are you ticklish?" Rosario asked in a teasing voice.
"No," Mark lied.
Rosario freed her hands and scrabbled her long fingernails all over Mark's ribs and sides and he burst out laughing. His biggest fear was coming true, yet surprisingly to him it was not an unpleasant feeling. Instead, he discovered it was fun.
"If you're not ticklish, why are you laughing?" Rosario asked and she dug her fingers in Mark's armpits, making him laugh again. "You are ticklish. So am I. Tickle my butt."
Rosario rolled over so her big fat ass faced up. Mark tickled her huge backside and Rosario shrieked with laughter. Mark kept tickling her cheeks and around her butt crack for a quarter of an hour like a madman. Then she got on top of Mark and rode him in reverse cowgirl posture, her fat ass jiggling up and down.
Tickling during sex became routine after this, and Mark lost his fear, instead enjoying their tickle fights during foreplay. And she did tickle him like a bully on the playground sometimes, just like he had imagined. She'd sit on his chest, her big ass under his chin, and she'd tickle his inner thights and balls until he'd agree to lick her pussy.
Mark's loss of fear was tested on their honeymoon when Rosario insisted on tying him down spread-eagled. She demanded he trust her. Mark felt helpless immediately and his fear returned when Rosario began tickling him harder than she'd ever done before. Mark laughed and thrashed, trying frantically to escape. Rosario stopped. Kissed and hugged him. And his fear dissipated even when she resumed tickling him. Joy replaced his fear. He wanted her to tickle him forever. He hoped she would never stop.
Rosario scared Mark, especially. Yet, he knew it was well past the time to begin a romance that might lead to marriage. The reason Rosario scared Mark was because she looked like a tickler--she always had long red-painted fingernails. She was also heavier than him, and he imagined she might be able to outwrestle him. Though Mark lifted weights obsessively so that he was stronger than almost any women he could encounter and could prevent them from tickling him, he had no wrestling experience and was unsure over who was really stronger. Nevertheless, Rosario had a beautiful face, heavy big boobs, and a large sexy ass. Mark was sexually attracted to her in the extreme. Mark decided his fear was nonsense, and he began seeing Rosario regularly.
They were making out when Mark's fear became re-awakened. Rosario was sitting on his lap, caressing his chest, while they were kissing. The caressing tickled him, and he had to bite his cheeks to stop himself from laughing. His face flushed.
"What's wrong?" Rosario asked.
"Nothing," Mark said, but he was hard and Rosario noticed.
She stopped caressing him and hugged him, pressing her breasts into his face. She toyed with the idea of inviting him to her bedroom, but she wanted him to instigate the next step. He did a few weeks later. They went to her room and undressed. But Mark was so nervous and scared he couldn't get an erection. Her big ass particularly frightened him. He pictured it burying him smashing him, smothering him. Meanwhile, he nervously caressed her heavy breasts, and Rosario got aroused. Mark smelled her. Rosario sat on Mark and he couldn't block the fearful thought any longer: he imagined Rosario tickling him like a bully on the playground. This finally gave him an erection. Rosario masturbated herself wet and rode him and Mark was no longer a virgin.
For weeks Mark visited Rosario's bedroom and during sexual intercourse he always imagined laughing frantically because Rosario had him tied down and was tickling him. He never confessed his thoughts. Often while lying side-by-side after sex Rosario would caress Mark's chest but he always grabbed her hands because it tickled. One day, Rosario became frustrated.
"Let me play with your chest hairs," she demanded.
So Mark let her rub his chest. He tried really hard not to laugh but he couldn't stand it. He started giggling, silently.
"What's so funny?" Rosario asked.
Mark was too ashamed to admit he was ticklish. He didn't answer.
"What's so funny?" Rosario asked again.
Mark squirmed, grabbed her hands.
"I told you to let me play with your chest hairs."
Rosario began nibbling Mark's neck and that tickled too. Mark got hard again and was unable to repress a giggle.
"Are you ticklish?" Rosario asked in a teasing voice.
"No," Mark lied.
Rosario freed her hands and scrabbled her long fingernails all over Mark's ribs and sides and he burst out laughing. His biggest fear was coming true, yet surprisingly to him it was not an unpleasant feeling. Instead, he discovered it was fun.
"If you're not ticklish, why are you laughing?" Rosario asked and she dug her fingers in Mark's armpits, making him laugh again. "You are ticklish. So am I. Tickle my butt."
Rosario rolled over so her big fat ass faced up. Mark tickled her huge backside and Rosario shrieked with laughter. Mark kept tickling her cheeks and around her butt crack for a quarter of an hour like a madman. Then she got on top of Mark and rode him in reverse cowgirl posture, her fat ass jiggling up and down.
Tickling during sex became routine after this, and Mark lost his fear, instead enjoying their tickle fights during foreplay. And she did tickle him like a bully on the playground sometimes, just like he had imagined. She'd sit on his chest, her big ass under his chin, and she'd tickle his inner thights and balls until he'd agree to lick her pussy.
Mark's loss of fear was tested on their honeymoon when Rosario insisted on tying him down spread-eagled. She demanded he trust her. Mark felt helpless immediately and his fear returned when Rosario began tickling him harder than she'd ever done before. Mark laughed and thrashed, trying frantically to escape. Rosario stopped. Kissed and hugged him. And his fear dissipated even when she resumed tickling him. Joy replaced his fear. He wanted her to tickle him forever. He hoped she would never stop.
