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I couldn't wait to get to Dee Dee's duplex for our dinner date. We'd been dating for several months, and though she'd let me play with her big titties, and had even let me get to third base, she'd never let me go all the way. But she promised this would be the night. I was 26 and had never gotten laid before. This caused not a little anxiety.
I parked my car next to hers, but much to my dismay I saw another car parked in the driveway. I'd expected Dee Dee to be alone. Dee Dee greeted me at the door and gave me a long passionate kiss, so I knew we were still on for the night. I entered the duplex and heard her mother, who I had briefly met once before, working in the kitchen. Dee Dee told me her mother was helping her make supper and would eventually leave us alone. A mix of excitement and anxiety replaced the disappointed relief I'd felt when I'd seen the extra car in the drive way.
Dee Dee's mother cheerfully welcomed me to sit at the little table in the kitchen. She placed platters of chicken fried steak, biscuits and gravy, and corn on the cob on the table. Dee Dee sat on my left, and Mrs. Schutt sat on my right. Mrs. Schutt is real religious and she made Dee Dee say grace. I tried not to stare at Dee Dee's big breasts during dinner because I knew I would get to look at them all I wanted shortly. Dee Dee is a brunette and in addition to her extra large bosoms, she sports a substantial backside. She inherited her voluptuous frame from her mother who also is well endowed.
While we were eating supper, Dee Dee put her hand under the table cloth and on my leg and began massaging my upper thigh, causing an erection. She's left-handed and deftly held her fork in that hand while she rubbed me. I tried to relax but felt embarrassed because I had an erection while her mother was inches away. Mrs. Schutt didn't seem to notice. She got up to get apple pie and coffee, and Dee Dee put her hand back on the table and smiled at me. Mrs. Schutt brought us our pie but took none for herself, saying she was trying to watch her figure.
Mrs. Schutt turned to me while I ate. She had a strange smile on her face.
"Dee Dee tells me you're an insurance salesman."
"Yes, I am."
"She says you have to collect in the downtown districts."
"Yep."
"Did you hear about the insurance man in Kansas City who got mugged by 2 female gang members?"
"No."
"It's true. They held him at gunpoint, forced him into an abandoned house, tied him down, and took his collection money."
She paused.
"I'm pretty careful. I stay away from unlit areas."
"You know what else they did to him?...they tickled him. Imagine that: Two women holding a man captive and tickling him."
Her topic of conversation caused the return of my erection. My sex fantasies often consisted of getting tickle tortured by dominant women. I tried not to shake as I took my final bite of pie. For a moment I thought of Dee Dee and her mother tying me to the chair I was sitting in.
"I'm sure the insurance man must've felt silly," Dee Dee said.
"He did tell the police he felt undignified. Some of the people living next to the house claim they could heard him laughing."
Dee Dee got up and went to the bathroom, while Mrs. Schutt went to the sink and began filling it with soapy water to wash dishes. I couldn't help glancing at her backside which was not far in front of my line of sight. Like her daughter, she had a big sexy ass, and the skin tight caprix pants she wore didn't leave much to the imagination.
"Coochie, coochie, coo," Mrs. Schutt said.
I did a double take and looked at her again. As she washed each dish, she made a tickly motion with her fingers over the plate and repeated the words "Coochie, coochie, coo."
She noticed my attention.
"I'm just thinking about that poor insurance man," she told me. "He must've been awful ticklish. Are you ticklish?"
I didn't know what to say. I was too embarrassed to admit being ticklish because it would be an admission of weakness, and I wanted to give the impression that I was a strong man, capable of protecting her daughter. I certainly didn't want to tell her that I fantasized about women tickling me. Plus, I honestly didn't know--I hadn't been tickled since I was a small child. I vaguely recalled an out of town aunt who used to tickle me whenever she visited. She'd always give me a present, place me in her lap, and tickle me. I remembered that she did make me laugh. But now I was a full grown man, and I didn't know, if tickling could still make me laugh.
"Well, are you ticklish?" she asked again while she dried a plate with a dish towel.
Dee Dee was taking a long time in the bathroom. I wished she would return so I could escape without having to answer the embarrassing question.
"I don't know," I answered.
Dee Dee finally returned from the bathroom. Mrs. Schutt finished washing the dishes. She picked up her purse and keys.
"See y'all later."
She opened the front door, hesitated, then closed it without going outside, and turned around.
"Dee Dee. I asked Mark, if he was ticklish, and he said he didn't know. I'm curious. Tickle him for me tonight and tell me his exact response."
She reopened the door and left. We listened to her car start up and leave.
"Excuse my mom. Sometimes she gets obsessed about the weirdest things," Dee Dee said.
We kissed and hugged, her big titties pressing against me. She felt my erection.
"You're ready already. Let's go to bed."
We stripped the clothes off each other in front of the bed and fell on it together. I stuck my face in her cleavage and put my mouth on her nipples and twirled my tongue. I caressed her breasts and grabbed her big ass and squeezed. She caressed me back. She caressed my neck and upper chest. I wasn't used to being touched with that much intensity, and the touching made me think of Mrs. Schutt's question. I realized the caressing tickled me. Suddenly, I felt laughter building up inside.
My left hand was trapped under Dee Dee's hip; my right hand grasped her buttocks; and I couldn't stop her hands from touching my neck and chest. I was in a panic because I feared I was about to laugh, and I thought of Dee Dee reporting to her mother that I was ticklish. For some reason this humiliated me.
The point when I could contain my laugh rapidly approached, I could feel it. I grabbed one of her hands with my free hand but couldn't wrench my left hand free in time. I couldn't help it--I giggled a little.
"What's so funny?" Dee Dee asked. "Hmm? What's so funny?"
I hoped she would forget about my little break down. I tried to distract her by putting my mouth on her nipple again. But she resumed caressing my neck, and before I could grab her hands again, I sneezed out a little laugh. I pretended that I'd coughed rather than laughed, but she didn't buy it.
"Are you a ticklish insurance agent?" she asked. "You might as well tell me, I'm going to find out."
She tickled my ribs and underarms and I laughed out loud. I felt a wonderful loss of control. I rolled on my back, hoping she would get on top of me and continue tickling me, and my hopes came true. She straddled me, her huge knockers hovering over me, and she quickly tickled my midsection, until I couldn't help but grab her hands to make her stop. She had a triumphant look on her face, as if she'd conquered me.
"The next time my mom asks if you are ticklish, the answer is YES!" she yelled the last word.
She shoved my penis in her pussy and that was the first time I'd ever felt that wet suction. And while I humped, all I could think of was Mrs. Schutt and her daughter, holding me captive in some abandoned dark house...while they both mercilessly tickled the life out of me, and all I could do was beg for them to stop.
I parked my car next to hers, but much to my dismay I saw another car parked in the driveway. I'd expected Dee Dee to be alone. Dee Dee greeted me at the door and gave me a long passionate kiss, so I knew we were still on for the night. I entered the duplex and heard her mother, who I had briefly met once before, working in the kitchen. Dee Dee told me her mother was helping her make supper and would eventually leave us alone. A mix of excitement and anxiety replaced the disappointed relief I'd felt when I'd seen the extra car in the drive way.
Dee Dee's mother cheerfully welcomed me to sit at the little table in the kitchen. She placed platters of chicken fried steak, biscuits and gravy, and corn on the cob on the table. Dee Dee sat on my left, and Mrs. Schutt sat on my right. Mrs. Schutt is real religious and she made Dee Dee say grace. I tried not to stare at Dee Dee's big breasts during dinner because I knew I would get to look at them all I wanted shortly. Dee Dee is a brunette and in addition to her extra large bosoms, she sports a substantial backside. She inherited her voluptuous frame from her mother who also is well endowed.
While we were eating supper, Dee Dee put her hand under the table cloth and on my leg and began massaging my upper thigh, causing an erection. She's left-handed and deftly held her fork in that hand while she rubbed me. I tried to relax but felt embarrassed because I had an erection while her mother was inches away. Mrs. Schutt didn't seem to notice. She got up to get apple pie and coffee, and Dee Dee put her hand back on the table and smiled at me. Mrs. Schutt brought us our pie but took none for herself, saying she was trying to watch her figure.
Mrs. Schutt turned to me while I ate. She had a strange smile on her face.
"Dee Dee tells me you're an insurance salesman."
"Yes, I am."
"She says you have to collect in the downtown districts."
"Yep."
"Did you hear about the insurance man in Kansas City who got mugged by 2 female gang members?"
"No."
"It's true. They held him at gunpoint, forced him into an abandoned house, tied him down, and took his collection money."
She paused.
"I'm pretty careful. I stay away from unlit areas."
"You know what else they did to him?...they tickled him. Imagine that: Two women holding a man captive and tickling him."
Her topic of conversation caused the return of my erection. My sex fantasies often consisted of getting tickle tortured by dominant women. I tried not to shake as I took my final bite of pie. For a moment I thought of Dee Dee and her mother tying me to the chair I was sitting in.
"I'm sure the insurance man must've felt silly," Dee Dee said.
"He did tell the police he felt undignified. Some of the people living next to the house claim they could heard him laughing."
Dee Dee got up and went to the bathroom, while Mrs. Schutt went to the sink and began filling it with soapy water to wash dishes. I couldn't help glancing at her backside which was not far in front of my line of sight. Like her daughter, she had a big sexy ass, and the skin tight caprix pants she wore didn't leave much to the imagination.
"Coochie, coochie, coo," Mrs. Schutt said.
I did a double take and looked at her again. As she washed each dish, she made a tickly motion with her fingers over the plate and repeated the words "Coochie, coochie, coo."
She noticed my attention.
"I'm just thinking about that poor insurance man," she told me. "He must've been awful ticklish. Are you ticklish?"
I didn't know what to say. I was too embarrassed to admit being ticklish because it would be an admission of weakness, and I wanted to give the impression that I was a strong man, capable of protecting her daughter. I certainly didn't want to tell her that I fantasized about women tickling me. Plus, I honestly didn't know--I hadn't been tickled since I was a small child. I vaguely recalled an out of town aunt who used to tickle me whenever she visited. She'd always give me a present, place me in her lap, and tickle me. I remembered that she did make me laugh. But now I was a full grown man, and I didn't know, if tickling could still make me laugh.
"Well, are you ticklish?" she asked again while she dried a plate with a dish towel.
Dee Dee was taking a long time in the bathroom. I wished she would return so I could escape without having to answer the embarrassing question.
"I don't know," I answered.
Dee Dee finally returned from the bathroom. Mrs. Schutt finished washing the dishes. She picked up her purse and keys.
"See y'all later."
She opened the front door, hesitated, then closed it without going outside, and turned around.
"Dee Dee. I asked Mark, if he was ticklish, and he said he didn't know. I'm curious. Tickle him for me tonight and tell me his exact response."
She reopened the door and left. We listened to her car start up and leave.
"Excuse my mom. Sometimes she gets obsessed about the weirdest things," Dee Dee said.
We kissed and hugged, her big titties pressing against me. She felt my erection.
"You're ready already. Let's go to bed."
We stripped the clothes off each other in front of the bed and fell on it together. I stuck my face in her cleavage and put my mouth on her nipples and twirled my tongue. I caressed her breasts and grabbed her big ass and squeezed. She caressed me back. She caressed my neck and upper chest. I wasn't used to being touched with that much intensity, and the touching made me think of Mrs. Schutt's question. I realized the caressing tickled me. Suddenly, I felt laughter building up inside.
My left hand was trapped under Dee Dee's hip; my right hand grasped her buttocks; and I couldn't stop her hands from touching my neck and chest. I was in a panic because I feared I was about to laugh, and I thought of Dee Dee reporting to her mother that I was ticklish. For some reason this humiliated me.
The point when I could contain my laugh rapidly approached, I could feel it. I grabbed one of her hands with my free hand but couldn't wrench my left hand free in time. I couldn't help it--I giggled a little.
"What's so funny?" Dee Dee asked. "Hmm? What's so funny?"
I hoped she would forget about my little break down. I tried to distract her by putting my mouth on her nipple again. But she resumed caressing my neck, and before I could grab her hands again, I sneezed out a little laugh. I pretended that I'd coughed rather than laughed, but she didn't buy it.
"Are you a ticklish insurance agent?" she asked. "You might as well tell me, I'm going to find out."
She tickled my ribs and underarms and I laughed out loud. I felt a wonderful loss of control. I rolled on my back, hoping she would get on top of me and continue tickling me, and my hopes came true. She straddled me, her huge knockers hovering over me, and she quickly tickled my midsection, until I couldn't help but grab her hands to make her stop. She had a triumphant look on her face, as if she'd conquered me.
"The next time my mom asks if you are ticklish, the answer is YES!" she yelled the last word.
She shoved my penis in her pussy and that was the first time I'd ever felt that wet suction. And while I humped, all I could think of was Mrs. Schutt and her daughter, holding me captive in some abandoned dark house...while they both mercilessly tickled the life out of me, and all I could do was beg for them to stop.
