isurrender
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- Nov 13, 2015
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Peggy sat in my lap, and I was trapped. She weighs 260 pounds , and I can only bench press 250 pounds, so I knew I couldn't get her off me, if I tried. This gave me an erection because I like to be dominated. She kissed me passionately, and I unhooked her bra and began caressing her heavy breasts. They must have weighed several pounds a piece. I squeezed her enormous ass, and she pulled my shirt off. It felt cold in her old drafty house.
"Take me to bed," she whispered in an husky voice.
She stood up and took my hand, and I followed her to the bedroom behind her jiggily rear end. I could see the flesh waving back and forth inside her green caprix pants, and I wondered what it looked like naked.
We reached her room and she embraced me in the doorway, kissing my face, neck, and my chest. She undid my pants and they fell to the floor, and she stripped off her pants and panties. She pulled me to the bed, and I moved forward with my boner dangling. Her surprising strength was a little alarming, and I felt concern that she just might be able to outwrestle me.
She laid on the bed and pulled me on top of her, and we continued kissing each other. I sucked a tit, rolling my tongue around her nipple, and I caressed those magnificent mammaries while nursing. I humped her ample thighs with my hard penis, hoping she would guide me inside her wet pussy. Her hand reached for my hard-on, brushing the hair around my pubic bone--an extremely ticklish area of my body. I laughed.
"What's so funny?" Peggy asked.
I was too embarrassed to admit I was ticklish, and I didn't answer. Her hand was firmly on my erection.
"If I'm doing something comical, I want you to tell me. I don't like being laughed at," she said.
"I wasn't laughing at you," I said. She seemed oversensitive and self-conscious.
"Then what was so funny?"
To avoid what seemed to be headed for an argument and a mood-killer, I confessed that it tickled when she slid her hand toward my penis.
"Oh, are you ticklish?" she asked, her eyes lighting up.
"No," I lied.
"Let's see," she said and she tickled my armpits. I laughed again in surprise. "Yes, you are ticklish."
The tickling made me feel a loss of control, and this made me unbearably aroused. Frankly, I often fantasized about being tied down and tickled. I pinned her hands down to stop her from tickling, though deep down inside I wanted it to continue.
"You can't hold me down forever. As soon as you let go, I'm going to get you," she said in a teasing voice.
She didn't struggle. Instead, she remained limp under me...a soft lump of flesh. I knew it was up to me when I wanted to experience the pleasurable exciting feeling of being tickled. Peggy stared at me in anticipation, and my face flushed in a mix of embarrassment and excitement. I knew I couldn't control my desire any longer, and my fantasy was about to come true. I rolled off her, laying on my side next to me.
"Ok, tickle me, Peggy."
She had a big eager smile on her face as she relentlessly tickled my midsection. Even though I knew it was coming, the feeling still surprised me, and I couldn't prevent my laughter from bursting out. I convulsed into a ball.
"You love it," Peggy said and she sat on top of me, her knees straddling my sides. She was like a bully on a playground, tickling an helpless kid.
Peggy stared at my reactions with a fascinating look on her face. I felt panic that she would never stop, and it was true...I loved it. When it became unbearable, I grabbed her hands and we struggled. This time, she was no limp lump of flesh. She was heavy and strong, and she tired me out. Finally, her hands broke free and tickled my ribs, and I was laughing again. She was defeating me, smearing me, making me feel helpless. She stopped tickling me long enough to move into position and stick my penis inside her wet pussy. She tickled me while we humped, and I couldn't handle it. I came right away.
The tickling made me hard again. She tickled me all night.
"Take me to bed," she whispered in an husky voice.
She stood up and took my hand, and I followed her to the bedroom behind her jiggily rear end. I could see the flesh waving back and forth inside her green caprix pants, and I wondered what it looked like naked.
We reached her room and she embraced me in the doorway, kissing my face, neck, and my chest. She undid my pants and they fell to the floor, and she stripped off her pants and panties. She pulled me to the bed, and I moved forward with my boner dangling. Her surprising strength was a little alarming, and I felt concern that she just might be able to outwrestle me.
She laid on the bed and pulled me on top of her, and we continued kissing each other. I sucked a tit, rolling my tongue around her nipple, and I caressed those magnificent mammaries while nursing. I humped her ample thighs with my hard penis, hoping she would guide me inside her wet pussy. Her hand reached for my hard-on, brushing the hair around my pubic bone--an extremely ticklish area of my body. I laughed.
"What's so funny?" Peggy asked.
I was too embarrassed to admit I was ticklish, and I didn't answer. Her hand was firmly on my erection.
"If I'm doing something comical, I want you to tell me. I don't like being laughed at," she said.
"I wasn't laughing at you," I said. She seemed oversensitive and self-conscious.
"Then what was so funny?"
To avoid what seemed to be headed for an argument and a mood-killer, I confessed that it tickled when she slid her hand toward my penis.
"Oh, are you ticklish?" she asked, her eyes lighting up.
"No," I lied.
"Let's see," she said and she tickled my armpits. I laughed again in surprise. "Yes, you are ticklish."
The tickling made me feel a loss of control, and this made me unbearably aroused. Frankly, I often fantasized about being tied down and tickled. I pinned her hands down to stop her from tickling, though deep down inside I wanted it to continue.
"You can't hold me down forever. As soon as you let go, I'm going to get you," she said in a teasing voice.
She didn't struggle. Instead, she remained limp under me...a soft lump of flesh. I knew it was up to me when I wanted to experience the pleasurable exciting feeling of being tickled. Peggy stared at me in anticipation, and my face flushed in a mix of embarrassment and excitement. I knew I couldn't control my desire any longer, and my fantasy was about to come true. I rolled off her, laying on my side next to me.
"Ok, tickle me, Peggy."
She had a big eager smile on her face as she relentlessly tickled my midsection. Even though I knew it was coming, the feeling still surprised me, and I couldn't prevent my laughter from bursting out. I convulsed into a ball.
"You love it," Peggy said and she sat on top of me, her knees straddling my sides. She was like a bully on a playground, tickling an helpless kid.
Peggy stared at my reactions with a fascinating look on her face. I felt panic that she would never stop, and it was true...I loved it. When it became unbearable, I grabbed her hands and we struggled. This time, she was no limp lump of flesh. She was heavy and strong, and she tired me out. Finally, her hands broke free and tickled my ribs, and I was laughing again. She was defeating me, smearing me, making me feel helpless. She stopped tickling me long enough to move into position and stick my penis inside her wet pussy. She tickled me while we humped, and I couldn't handle it. I came right away.
The tickling made me hard again. She tickled me all night.
