melonboobs
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I bought my beautiful wife a $10,000 diamond bracelet for Christmas. She's got gorgeous huge tits, a sexy jiggily ass, and short brunette hair. (This is what she looks like http://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph55e0adb9c3854 ) Guess what I told her I wanted for Christmas?
We both sat naked under the Christmas tree as she hog-tied my forearms and ankles together with gorilla tape. I got fully hard while she bound me.
"Merry Christmas," she said and she began tickling my balls.
I convulsed with laughter because my balls are terribly ticklish. With my forearms fastened together I could not stop her from tickling me there. Maybe that's what made me more ticklish than I thought I would be.
She used both hands, tickling and stopping, tickling and stopping, sometimes changing rhythms and sometimes relentlessly non-stop tickling. It was driving me crazy. I tried to roll away from her but she sat on me, her big ass blocking her tickling hands from my view.
I had been so confidant she wouldn't be able to tickle me past my limits that I didn't even suggest a safe word. I had thought I would want to be tickled indefinitely. I thought wrong.
I even hoped she would tickle me some place else, just to give my poor nerve-shocked testicles some relief.
"Stop, stop, hee hee ahawhaw, heeekee, this is ahaha r-r-ridiculous."
"Aw, I wouldn't want to disappoint your Christmas wish. Remember you told me to keep tickling no matter what you said. Tickle, tickle."
"AHAHAHAHHA, I-I ch-changed my mindAHAHAHAHA."
Finally, she stopped tickling my balls. She moved to my belly instead, and although it didn't seem possible I laughed even harder. I bucked and squirmed frantically, smacked her ass in frustration with my bound hands.
She resumed tickling my balls while she sang this song to the tune of "Jingle Bells."
"Tickle balls, tickle balls, tickle all night long
Oh what fun it is to make my poor old hubbie laugh
Tickle balls, tickle balls, tickle him to death
Sit on him and tickle him til he can't take a breath
Oh tickle balls, tickle balls, tickle him again
Make him laugh and make him beg til he can't stop his cum"
At some point I yelled for help. She faced me, put her hands over my mouth, then muffled it with her huge titties while she tickled my underarms. I laughed so hard tears leaked from my eyes. My muffled laughter sounded so desperate, so insane. I felt so excited from totally losing control. My penis was pinned under her thigh. I couldn't get it off, and the friction started leading me past the point of no return. I tried not to let go. I really did. I whimpered. But I couldn't stop it. I spurted.
"Uh oh. Too early. Let's see if we can get this little guy up again."
Still sitting on me, she sang "Tickle balls" again but without tickling me. The song alone was enough to make it erect. She rode me for awhile. Then she cut me free with scissors and it was my turn to get on top. I revenge tickled her while we fucked, and she laughed, a lovely bell-like giggle, then she moaned.
Santa came down the chimney an hour later and saw us laying exhausted under the tree.
"Ho, Ho, Ho, I guess this is a Merry Christmas for me. Much better than milk and cookies."
We both sat naked under the Christmas tree as she hog-tied my forearms and ankles together with gorilla tape. I got fully hard while she bound me.
"Merry Christmas," she said and she began tickling my balls.
I convulsed with laughter because my balls are terribly ticklish. With my forearms fastened together I could not stop her from tickling me there. Maybe that's what made me more ticklish than I thought I would be.
She used both hands, tickling and stopping, tickling and stopping, sometimes changing rhythms and sometimes relentlessly non-stop tickling. It was driving me crazy. I tried to roll away from her but she sat on me, her big ass blocking her tickling hands from my view.
I had been so confidant she wouldn't be able to tickle me past my limits that I didn't even suggest a safe word. I had thought I would want to be tickled indefinitely. I thought wrong.
I even hoped she would tickle me some place else, just to give my poor nerve-shocked testicles some relief.
"Stop, stop, hee hee ahawhaw, heeekee, this is ahaha r-r-ridiculous."
"Aw, I wouldn't want to disappoint your Christmas wish. Remember you told me to keep tickling no matter what you said. Tickle, tickle."
"AHAHAHAHHA, I-I ch-changed my mindAHAHAHAHA."
Finally, she stopped tickling my balls. She moved to my belly instead, and although it didn't seem possible I laughed even harder. I bucked and squirmed frantically, smacked her ass in frustration with my bound hands.
She resumed tickling my balls while she sang this song to the tune of "Jingle Bells."
"Tickle balls, tickle balls, tickle all night long
Oh what fun it is to make my poor old hubbie laugh
Tickle balls, tickle balls, tickle him to death
Sit on him and tickle him til he can't take a breath
Oh tickle balls, tickle balls, tickle him again
Make him laugh and make him beg til he can't stop his cum"
At some point I yelled for help. She faced me, put her hands over my mouth, then muffled it with her huge titties while she tickled my underarms. I laughed so hard tears leaked from my eyes. My muffled laughter sounded so desperate, so insane. I felt so excited from totally losing control. My penis was pinned under her thigh. I couldn't get it off, and the friction started leading me past the point of no return. I tried not to let go. I really did. I whimpered. But I couldn't stop it. I spurted.
"Uh oh. Too early. Let's see if we can get this little guy up again."
Still sitting on me, she sang "Tickle balls" again but without tickling me. The song alone was enough to make it erect. She rode me for awhile. Then she cut me free with scissors and it was my turn to get on top. I revenge tickled her while we fucked, and she laughed, a lovely bell-like giggle, then she moaned.
Santa came down the chimney an hour later and saw us laying exhausted under the tree.
"Ho, Ho, Ho, I guess this is a Merry Christmas for me. Much better than milk and cookies."
