melonboobs
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Mark's next door neighbor in Valley Apartments was a chubby blonde Jewish lady with big boobs. Karen was recently divorced and had a baby that she usually left with her mother when she went to work or on a date. She started dating mark, and they began having sex every weekend. One Saturday afternoon Mark worked up the nerve to ask her to fulfill his favorite sex fantasy. He told Karen He wanted her to tie him down and tickle him. Mark shook with excitement as Karen tied 1 wrist with a cloth belt from her bathrobe and fastened the other wrist with a string belt from the black nightie she often wore before sex. Mark had an erection. Karen took off her black nightie, and they were both naked.
"Oh, you look so sexy tied up like that," Karen said.
She got on her knees next to him and began sucking his dick while she applied KY warming jelly to her pussy. Mark bucked air. Karen started riding him, and Mark wanted to blurt out, "tickle me," but he was too shy to request tickling again. Karen humped Mark hard, grinding her pussy over his penis, up and down, up and down, back and forth. Her big titties (still filled with milk from having a nursing baby and even larger than normal) bounced, driving Mark crazy with desire. She moaned in ecstasy, and Mark realized he was getting close to climaxing. He tried really hard not to ejaculate. He was a little disappointed that Karen had not tickled him. Finally, the sensation was too much and cum spurted into Karen's warm wet pussy.
But she didn't stop grinding. Mark's penis started to become flaccid, though it felt even more sensitive. The pussy riding on his post-orgasm penis tickled him, forcing a coughing snicker. He couldn't stop the sensation, and he laughed. His penis fell out of her vagina.
"Oh yeah," Karen said as if just remembering, "you wanted me to tickle you."
"Before, not after sex. Just let me go now," Mark said.
The desire to be tickled was gone.
Karen smiled.
"What difference does it make?" she asked, and she quickly tickled Mark's helpless armpits, ribs, and neck; forcing Mark to burst out laughing.
Mark thrashed desperately, trying to squirm free, but Karen's scribbling finger gave him no mercy as the bonds held. He didn't want to be tickled now but was too ashamed to say the safe word they'd agreed upon--Lady Godiva. Karen kept sitting on Mark's middle--her fingers scribbling all over Mark's chest and armpits. Mark could do nothing but laugh hysterically. In frustration he became hard again. He was so embarrassed his face turned red.
"Coochie, coochie, coo," Karen kept repeating.
Mark wanted to yell for help. He was sure the neighbors could hear him laughing and they could probably hear Karen saying, "coochie, coochie, coo, coochie, coochie coo, coochie, coochie coo." Everybody in the whole apartment complex would know what Karen was doing to him.
"Does baby want some milk?" Karen asked.
Karen stopped tickling Mark and shoved her nipple in his mouth. Mark sucked warm milk. Karen traced her fingers over his tummy, and Mark spurted milk out of his mouth on to Karen's breast as he giggled at this lighter touch. Since his boner had returned, he began to enjoy the experience.
Karen noticed his hard-on and she started riding without tickling again. Mark lasted longer this time but the sensation overwhelmed him again, and he ejaculated. He expected Karen to free him. She rolled to his side and looked at him. She got up to go to the bathroom, shaking her chubby ass at him. Mark heard her tinkle in the toilet. She came back and sat next to him.
"Let me go now," Mark said.
Karen made tickling motions with her fingers.
"No. Don't do that. Let me go," Mark pleaded.
Karen's fingers connected to Mark's nervous shaking body, and he was laughing hysterically again, frantically trying to get free.
"Coochie, coochie coo, does my baby like to be tickled, coochie, coochie, coo."
Though his penis felt sore, it arose again.
"Please, not again," Mark whimpered.
Karen ignored Mark's whimpers and started riding again, but this time she tickled Markwhile she fucked him. Mark laughed so hard, tears streamed down his face. Mark screamed...his whole body felt like 1 giant sensitive nerve. He came again but his penis stayed hard and Karen's wet pussy tickled his overused member. Mark laughed and laughed and laughed.
Karen got off him, then turned around, sat on his face, and tickled his belly. Mark feared he was going to die...that he was literally being tickled to death. He felt great panic and was about to say "Lady Godiva," just as Karen untied the restraints.
"Next Saturday, it's my turn to get tied down," Karen said.
"Oh, you look so sexy tied up like that," Karen said.
She got on her knees next to him and began sucking his dick while she applied KY warming jelly to her pussy. Mark bucked air. Karen started riding him, and Mark wanted to blurt out, "tickle me," but he was too shy to request tickling again. Karen humped Mark hard, grinding her pussy over his penis, up and down, up and down, back and forth. Her big titties (still filled with milk from having a nursing baby and even larger than normal) bounced, driving Mark crazy with desire. She moaned in ecstasy, and Mark realized he was getting close to climaxing. He tried really hard not to ejaculate. He was a little disappointed that Karen had not tickled him. Finally, the sensation was too much and cum spurted into Karen's warm wet pussy.
But she didn't stop grinding. Mark's penis started to become flaccid, though it felt even more sensitive. The pussy riding on his post-orgasm penis tickled him, forcing a coughing snicker. He couldn't stop the sensation, and he laughed. His penis fell out of her vagina.
"Oh yeah," Karen said as if just remembering, "you wanted me to tickle you."
"Before, not after sex. Just let me go now," Mark said.
The desire to be tickled was gone.
Karen smiled.
"What difference does it make?" she asked, and she quickly tickled Mark's helpless armpits, ribs, and neck; forcing Mark to burst out laughing.
Mark thrashed desperately, trying to squirm free, but Karen's scribbling finger gave him no mercy as the bonds held. He didn't want to be tickled now but was too ashamed to say the safe word they'd agreed upon--Lady Godiva. Karen kept sitting on Mark's middle--her fingers scribbling all over Mark's chest and armpits. Mark could do nothing but laugh hysterically. In frustration he became hard again. He was so embarrassed his face turned red.
"Coochie, coochie, coo," Karen kept repeating.
Mark wanted to yell for help. He was sure the neighbors could hear him laughing and they could probably hear Karen saying, "coochie, coochie, coo, coochie, coochie coo, coochie, coochie coo." Everybody in the whole apartment complex would know what Karen was doing to him.
"Does baby want some milk?" Karen asked.
Karen stopped tickling Mark and shoved her nipple in his mouth. Mark sucked warm milk. Karen traced her fingers over his tummy, and Mark spurted milk out of his mouth on to Karen's breast as he giggled at this lighter touch. Since his boner had returned, he began to enjoy the experience.
Karen noticed his hard-on and she started riding without tickling again. Mark lasted longer this time but the sensation overwhelmed him again, and he ejaculated. He expected Karen to free him. She rolled to his side and looked at him. She got up to go to the bathroom, shaking her chubby ass at him. Mark heard her tinkle in the toilet. She came back and sat next to him.
"Let me go now," Mark said.
Karen made tickling motions with her fingers.
"No. Don't do that. Let me go," Mark pleaded.
Karen's fingers connected to Mark's nervous shaking body, and he was laughing hysterically again, frantically trying to get free.
"Coochie, coochie coo, does my baby like to be tickled, coochie, coochie, coo."
Though his penis felt sore, it arose again.
"Please, not again," Mark whimpered.
Karen ignored Mark's whimpers and started riding again, but this time she tickled Markwhile she fucked him. Mark laughed so hard, tears streamed down his face. Mark screamed...his whole body felt like 1 giant sensitive nerve. He came again but his penis stayed hard and Karen's wet pussy tickled his overused member. Mark laughed and laughed and laughed.
Karen got off him, then turned around, sat on his face, and tickled his belly. Mark feared he was going to die...that he was literally being tickled to death. He felt great panic and was about to say "Lady Godiva," just as Karen untied the restraints.
"Next Saturday, it's my turn to get tied down," Karen said.
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