melonboobs
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When I was in college I had a crush on a tall slim girl. She had a pretty face and breasts that were so unusually large that she was considering breast reduction surgery because the weight strained her back. On the day of our final exam I planned to ask her for her phone number. Before the test she was standing in front of the class talking to Burt, a big powerful man who played on the offensive line of the football team. He seemed to be joking about something and suggested they shake hands. Tina shook his hand but he wouldn't let her hand go, and he used his other hand to tickle her belly. She tried to pull away but couldn't and was forced to dance and giggle. The giggling was mostly silent but she let out a little "hee, hee, heah," just before he finally let her go. Her breasts bounced when she giggled. The incident gave me an instant erection because tickling makes me feel sexually excited. Tina stormed back to her desk, her face flushed, and she actually growled in anger and frustration.
Later that day, I did get her phone number, and we began dating. I was still living at home with my divorced mother. She worked as a nurse during the day, so Tina and I had the house to ourselves in the afternoons. We started making love in my bedroom every afternoon, and I enjoyed caressing and sucking her massive titties. Some times I just put my face between her boobs and left it there. We would often play wrestle, and I always let her win so her big bosoms would hover over me while she pinned my hands down. One day, I let her pin me, and she grabbed her pantyhose and used them to tie my wrists to the bed posts. I wasn't worried...I thought I could escape, if I had to.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"You're a nice guy to let me tie you down. Nice guys get a nice reward."
She kissed my lips passionately and moved down and kissed my neck, my chest, my belly, and finally my erect penis. It was driving me crazy and I squirmed.
"Are you nervous?" she asked.
"No."
I wasn't nervous, but I was very excited.
"I like you. I don't like Burt. You know why? Because he makes me nervous. I'm always afraid he might tickle me."
She began lightly touching my belly with her fingertips. I squirmed a little more.
"Now, are you nervous?"
Because she mentioned being tickled, I did become a little nervous. I tried to pull free from the restraining pantyhose. When I discovered that I was trapped and could not get free to stop her from tickling me, I felt a surge of downright panic.
"Remember that day when Burt tickled me in front of the class?" she asked.
"Yes," I answered frantically trying to pull free.
"Why didn't you do something to stop him?"
"It happened too fast," I said.
"You failed to defend me because you are a weakling, and I'm going to punish you for that. I'm going to tickle you until your mother comes home. Now are you nervous?"
My mom wasn't going to be home for 2 hours. I was nervous...terrified. I was afraid she would tickle me to death.
"No, don't," I pleaded as she sat down next to my feet.
"Coochie, coochie, coo," she said.
I laughed and tried to sit up but the pantyhose held me back.
"I'm going to make you lose control," she said as she walked to the dresser (her cute ass wiggling on the way) and picked up an hair brush.
She held my left foot in a grip and vigorously brushed the sole. I thought I was going to die laughing. She tickled mercilessly, non-stop, for at least 3 minutes. I begged her to stop, but she ignored my pleas.
"I've only just begun," she said.
She then sat on me and tickled my underarms. I was laughing so hard I felt delirious. She muzzled my laughter with her big breasts, and I felt panic because her massive bosoms were smothering me. I never thought the day would come when I was afraid of giant tits, but it had arrived.
"GET OFFMMFFF!" I tried to shout but her breasts covered my mouth. "PPLFF, I CAN'T BRFF HEE HEE HA AHA HA SSTPFF!"
I almost lost consciousness before she finally sat up. She alternated tickling my armpits to my neck and back to my armpits, making me laugh so hard tears rolled down my face. I felt so humiliated. She leaned back and put my penis between her breasts and rubbed them together. The friction felt good but she also massaged my balls until I began laughing again. It was unbearably ticklish down there.
Suddenly, she rode me, her big tits flopping up and down. I came but she kept riding, tickling my penis until it was hard again, all the while, I giggled helplessly. The intercourse lasted an hour. I was exhausted, but she still didn't let me go.
"I told you I was going to tickle you until your mother comes home."
She got dressed however and put my pants on before she resumed tickling me. I was even more ticklish after orgasm. My ticklish button just would not shut off.
Tina untied my wrists when we heard my mother's car in the driveway. We walked to the living room. As soon as my mom came inside the house, Tina pushed me down on the couch and started tickling me again. I was so weakened from 2 hours of bondage that I couldn't stop her, so my mom found us wrestling on the couch. Tina had the upper hand and was tickling me off and on.
"I see you've found Mark's ticklish spots," was all she had to say.
EPILOGUE:
Tina married Burt 2 years later. I married a female bodybuilder who also outwrestled me in front of my mother, even though I wasn't tired out from 2 hours of bondage. My mother told her to find my tickle spots and she did and still does regularly.
Later that day, I did get her phone number, and we began dating. I was still living at home with my divorced mother. She worked as a nurse during the day, so Tina and I had the house to ourselves in the afternoons. We started making love in my bedroom every afternoon, and I enjoyed caressing and sucking her massive titties. Some times I just put my face between her boobs and left it there. We would often play wrestle, and I always let her win so her big bosoms would hover over me while she pinned my hands down. One day, I let her pin me, and she grabbed her pantyhose and used them to tie my wrists to the bed posts. I wasn't worried...I thought I could escape, if I had to.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"You're a nice guy to let me tie you down. Nice guys get a nice reward."
She kissed my lips passionately and moved down and kissed my neck, my chest, my belly, and finally my erect penis. It was driving me crazy and I squirmed.
"Are you nervous?" she asked.
"No."
I wasn't nervous, but I was very excited.
"I like you. I don't like Burt. You know why? Because he makes me nervous. I'm always afraid he might tickle me."
She began lightly touching my belly with her fingertips. I squirmed a little more.
"Now, are you nervous?"
Because she mentioned being tickled, I did become a little nervous. I tried to pull free from the restraining pantyhose. When I discovered that I was trapped and could not get free to stop her from tickling me, I felt a surge of downright panic.
"Remember that day when Burt tickled me in front of the class?" she asked.
"Yes," I answered frantically trying to pull free.
"Why didn't you do something to stop him?"
"It happened too fast," I said.
"You failed to defend me because you are a weakling, and I'm going to punish you for that. I'm going to tickle you until your mother comes home. Now are you nervous?"
My mom wasn't going to be home for 2 hours. I was nervous...terrified. I was afraid she would tickle me to death.
"No, don't," I pleaded as she sat down next to my feet.
"Coochie, coochie, coo," she said.
I laughed and tried to sit up but the pantyhose held me back.
"I'm going to make you lose control," she said as she walked to the dresser (her cute ass wiggling on the way) and picked up an hair brush.
She held my left foot in a grip and vigorously brushed the sole. I thought I was going to die laughing. She tickled mercilessly, non-stop, for at least 3 minutes. I begged her to stop, but she ignored my pleas.
"I've only just begun," she said.
She then sat on me and tickled my underarms. I was laughing so hard I felt delirious. She muzzled my laughter with her big breasts, and I felt panic because her massive bosoms were smothering me. I never thought the day would come when I was afraid of giant tits, but it had arrived.
"GET OFFMMFFF!" I tried to shout but her breasts covered my mouth. "PPLFF, I CAN'T BRFF HEE HEE HA AHA HA SSTPFF!"
I almost lost consciousness before she finally sat up. She alternated tickling my armpits to my neck and back to my armpits, making me laugh so hard tears rolled down my face. I felt so humiliated. She leaned back and put my penis between her breasts and rubbed them together. The friction felt good but she also massaged my balls until I began laughing again. It was unbearably ticklish down there.
Suddenly, she rode me, her big tits flopping up and down. I came but she kept riding, tickling my penis until it was hard again, all the while, I giggled helplessly. The intercourse lasted an hour. I was exhausted, but she still didn't let me go.
"I told you I was going to tickle you until your mother comes home."
She got dressed however and put my pants on before she resumed tickling me. I was even more ticklish after orgasm. My ticklish button just would not shut off.
Tina untied my wrists when we heard my mother's car in the driveway. We walked to the living room. As soon as my mom came inside the house, Tina pushed me down on the couch and started tickling me again. I was so weakened from 2 hours of bondage that I couldn't stop her, so my mom found us wrestling on the couch. Tina had the upper hand and was tickling me off and on.
"I see you've found Mark's ticklish spots," was all she had to say.
EPILOGUE:
Tina married Burt 2 years later. I married a female bodybuilder who also outwrestled me in front of my mother, even though I wasn't tired out from 2 hours of bondage. My mother told her to find my tickle spots and she did and still does regularly.
