melonboobs
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I can't figure out how to end this story. It's about 1/3rd finished.
Readers are invited to finish it for me.
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His wife's big bosoms blocked the light from the lamp. The shades were drawn and it was midnight and other than the obstructed lamplight, the room was dark. The newlywed couple didn't want anybody to know about their secret game.
Mary tied Mark to the bed, and they pretended he was a helpless baby and she was the mommy. Mary liked this game because she wanted to have a real baby, and she believed it was good practice. She thought Mark was so clever to invent this game. Mark liked to imagine Mary was 9 feet tall while he was just a 3 foot tall man and that she had chased him through the house, catching him at last and like a wild amazon had roped him down after easily outwrestling her male slave.
"Does baby want milk?" Mary asked, sitting astride him.
Mark shook his head affirmatively. She moved and the eclipse of the lamp was over. Now, her boobs hovered over his face. He sucked her left nipple, and Mary moaned. She fingered herself while Mark twirled his tongue around her nipple. In ecstasy she absent-mindedly used her other hand to caress Mark's neck. Slowly, this began to tickle him and he couldn't help from laughing. His penis hardened.
"Is baby ticklish?" she asked.
"No," he lied in a nervous shaky voice.
"Yes you are. I remember last time we played this game," she said in a teasing voice.
Mary straddled him.
"Coochie, coochie, coo," she said tickling under his chin and around his Adam's apple.
Mark laughed again. This was his favorite part of the game.
"Tickle, tickle, tickle," she said and she tickled his underarms.
Mark tried to reflexively close his arms but could not. He thrashed and laughed louder...
Readers are invited to finish it for me.
UNTITLED
His wife's big bosoms blocked the light from the lamp. The shades were drawn and it was midnight and other than the obstructed lamplight, the room was dark. The newlywed couple didn't want anybody to know about their secret game.
Mary tied Mark to the bed, and they pretended he was a helpless baby and she was the mommy. Mary liked this game because she wanted to have a real baby, and she believed it was good practice. She thought Mark was so clever to invent this game. Mark liked to imagine Mary was 9 feet tall while he was just a 3 foot tall man and that she had chased him through the house, catching him at last and like a wild amazon had roped him down after easily outwrestling her male slave.
"Does baby want milk?" Mary asked, sitting astride him.
Mark shook his head affirmatively. She moved and the eclipse of the lamp was over. Now, her boobs hovered over his face. He sucked her left nipple, and Mary moaned. She fingered herself while Mark twirled his tongue around her nipple. In ecstasy she absent-mindedly used her other hand to caress Mark's neck. Slowly, this began to tickle him and he couldn't help from laughing. His penis hardened.
"Is baby ticklish?" she asked.
"No," he lied in a nervous shaky voice.
"Yes you are. I remember last time we played this game," she said in a teasing voice.
Mary straddled him.
"Coochie, coochie, coo," she said tickling under his chin and around his Adam's apple.
Mark laughed again. This was his favorite part of the game.
"Tickle, tickle, tickle," she said and she tickled his underarms.
Mark tried to reflexively close his arms but could not. He thrashed and laughed louder...
