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MAMMARY GLAND NOTES.(.)(.)
MAMMARY GLAND NOTES.(.)(.)
-------------For many years in the 60’s thru 70’s, maybe longer, public nursing seemed normal. Then women decided they wanted to go topless in public, nurse at work, and shopping. Seems like they won some and lost some. Like everything else, after they got their way no one wanted to do it anymore. That one simple example of a total stranger breast feeding in our RV was only one of over 10 or 12 in our camper or theirs by women we’d met while camping. We were young and the campers we hung around were young, with kids often. Seems like I’ve written at least one other similar story. What made these unusual was that only a few asked or warned us ahead of time. Sure Dollie had flashed a 1000 times by then and other girls had flashed me. This just seemed different. ---Also, just guessing, I’m pretty sure most of these women were doing it to be exhibitionists. I am far from an expert. But have you ever noticed a woman just before childbirth and during nursing has breasts much firmer, shapelier and larger than normal. They naturally are proud of what they have and this may be the only time in their lives they feel confident enough to show them! They sure look pretty to me and watching a baby sucking on those things is kinky! Must have seen it in other public places 50 times over many years. Most only whip one tittie out. Some only a quick peek. A lot of mommies don’t like being stared at! ---Then there’s those lucky women---and husbands. Dollie and a few we have known have actually had their breasts remain larger after the milk dries up. I kidded her about having more babies after her Brown Recluse problems and the required breast reduction. That was my idea how to make those suckers large again. Several things prevented that. We sure didn’t want any more kids and she had all of those important reproductive parts removed years ago. That was another reason I never worried about strange semen inside her. -----And more. I don’t remember why but Dollie only nursed our first son a few months. Then only the girls living with us and a few close couples saw her doing it at our house or theirs. Other times she was in our car at the drive in, other secluded places, or in our RV. When the second son and daughter were born I don’t believe the kids liked mothers milk so were taking formulas. Sort of odd. The times Dollie could have legally showed her boobs she didn’t. ----But those titties never went to waste. With my help we discovered other uses for them. |
OUR LAST TAXI RIDE
Get ready for OUR LAST TAXI RIDE
How and why it happened. Another prestory. ---We retired to Florida in June 1994, ages 55 and 53. Found paradise in less than two weeks. (A doublewide on five acres?) Closing wasn’t till Sept so that’s when we went back down from central Illinois to NW Florida. I was busy moving our junk till October. Dollie and five year old son Steven stayed in our new home since he was starting Kindergarten.(Adopted first grandson when 1 ½. Raised since few days old). I stayed there and at our place in central Illinois as I loaded our flatbed and made seven round trips driving my new used Chevy van,1000+ miles. Bought the used van only to move. 125,000 miles on it. Would that van last long enough to get moved? Never intended to keep it after that. ---The van made a perfect tow vehicle and place to sleep half way, saving a lot of money. Not even a high top or camper van. Just a regular half ton van with one middle seat removed near the side sliding door. The sofa bed in the rear was left down and when our son was with us he used a small air mattress and sleeping bag where the second middle seat was. ---Later I added an 18” plywood platform between the folded seat bed and rear doors. Added a queen airbed and home AC in one rear door window. Of course this only worked at a campground. With microwave, crock pot, electric skillet, and kitchen supplies under that extension, it became our small RV. Adding a 12V cooler, TV, and other things it proved more fun than any RV we ever owned. A portable tent type screen room became our kitchen/ living area. But most of those things came after we were moved. ---Seven years and another 125,000 miles I traded for a Dodge high topped van. We were liking those vans. Yep, 250,000 on that 87 Chevy van and the next guy drove it another 100,000+ miles. Don’t know where it ended up then. ---We were soon getting familiar with our new surroundings, riding around, meeting new friends, and visiting coworkers who now lived in central Florida. We always wanted to see Daytona Beach, Panama City Beach, Myrtle Beach and other east coast beaches. It was at least two years before we had time to go to Myrtle Beach. Probably around 1996 or 1997. This next story happens then. |
NOW OUR LAST TAXI RIDE
-Now OUR LAST TAXI RIDE
Probably around 1996 or 1997. ----For some reason we just never took a cab again after those amazing games way back in the summer of 1971. You think those condo games were unbelievable, you ain't gonna believe those taxi stories. Cuming in a Closet near you. ---Maybe I was unconsciously afraid it would happen again, or something even worse would happen. Or maybe we just had no reason. After all, we usually had something to drive and were mostly camped in remote places. ---We still belonged to those membership campgrounds so were staying in nice RV resorts for $1 to $5 a night. Of course $250 or more annual dues made camping really much more expensive. But while it lasted we got to stay in some really nice places. This one was right on a main four lane highway not far from Myrtle Beach. A short walk thru a small cemetery and we were at a famous country singer’s music hall and bar. ---With the van we’d try to get a site near a restroom and shower building for obvious reasons. We lucked out. Got a large end spot with a paved parking area. A short walk there was a nice pool with restrooms and showers open all night plus a large clubhouse and a separate restroom shower building. Three choices to poop and shower! First evening we only had time to take a short walk thru the campground. ---We had noticed the 40’ or larger motor home in the site next to our van, which now appeared tiny. Next morning we went to the pool to relax and get some sun. Dollie wore a tiny bikini and I had on a decent Speedo type suit. While we bounced and splashed in the pool I barely noticed another pretty blonde with big boobs bouncing freely in and out of her tiny bikini top. Okay I stared! We got to talking and became campground friends. We left the pool together after showering. Alice and Al were parked right next to us in that large motor home. We were invited in to visit and have a drink. Somehow the conversation turned to flashing boobs and motorcycles. Al wanted to go into Myrtle Beach to check out some bike shops and Alice wanted to tease bikers. Of course Dollie liked Alice’s idea and I liked both Alice’s and Al’s ideas. ---They weren’t towing a car so didn’t want to take that large motor home into town. Traffic was heavy when we arrived there the day before and since this was Saturday would most likely be worse. I suggested we take our van. But we all agreed that only the front seat passengers would see much. ----A taxi drove thru the campground with several passengers. We all got the same idea. We went outside and stopped the returning cabby, asking about prices and taking us on a scenic tour. The cabby showed us a brochure for a shuttle service where we could get off and on anyplace we wanted and for just a small fee we could use it all day. He gave us a card and said to call him to return to the RV park by cab. Cost was very reasonable. ---The women wanted to change into something sexy. The cab driver said he’d wait for any woman who wants to look sexy. Both Dollie and Alice were soon wearing sort of strapless bra type halters and hot pants belonging to Alice. I’d guess they were called half cup halters. But both women had way more than a half cup exposed! Al and I wore shorts and T-shirts. We all complimented the gals, even the cabby did. I believe he said something like “those are the two biggest prettiest sets of tits I’ve seen in years.” This got Dollie and Alice started. Seems like Alice asked the cabby if he’d like to see more after we all get in the cab and out of the campground. ---Being a red blooded American cabby he was eager to see more. I believe Alice went first, with Dollie soon to pull her top down, now exposing four large brown boobies. The driver had to see more. We hadn’t gone two blocks when he pulled into an abandoned strip mall, parked, and stared at the women. They were fondling their selves, then each other. All us guys were hot! I began fondling Dollie and Al fondled his wife. Don’t remember who’s idea it was but we were soon fondling opposite wives. Maybe 10-15 minutes of this and the women put their toys away. ---Alice asked the cabby if he ever sees people getting naked and having sex. The cabby told us that during events it happens a lot with young people. Alice told him maybe he could watch some old people fuck on our return trip. I’m sure the cab driver had a positive answer. We were taken in to town to one of those shuttle stations. ---The shuttle buses were cut down things with a pipe rail around them and a flat roof, maybe able to hold 20-25 people on hard bench seats. The driver was also the tour guide, using a PA speaker and microphone. I guess it was off season and because it was hot, they were never very crowded. ---Alice and Al sat on the left, Alice on the outside. Us on the right with Dollie next to the right rail. We hadn’t gone more than a few blocks when the shuttle was stopped at a red light. Several bikers stopped along side Alice’s side, staring. Alice, admitting earlier she loves flashing bikers, did her thing. And she did it repeatedly for those and other bikers for miles. ---Seeing Dollie on the curb side outer seat, several bikers pulled up on the right. Dollie copied Alice in pulling her top down. Our driver/tour guide was a young college girl who would tell everyone what we were riding near. She had noticed Dollie, Alice, and now a few younger gals flashing bikers…and others by now. Being an ornery gal and most likely had this happen before, she started telling the women “bikers ahead on left, etc.” ---Al saw a motorcycle shop ahead and asked the driver to let us off. While inside looking at bikes and clothes, several bikers walked up and announced they saw those big titties on the shuttle and would love a closer look and some photos on a few bikes in the store. It may have been me who questioned doing this. But a few salesmen told us it was okay. So Dollie and Alice spent much of the next hour posing topless on a bunch of motorcycles in that shop. -----We tried to get another shuttle to stop to pick us up. Found out we had to wait at designated shuttle stops even though we all had the proper arm bands. Short walk and we finally caught another ride. Along the beach and other places, Alice, Dollie, and occasionally another gal would flash someone. It was fun. We ate someplace then decided to go back to the RV park before it was dark. --- It was Alice who decided we wanted the same cab driver. We could have gotten one in a short time but ended up waiting 30-40 minutes for the driver who took us to town. It was no secret why we waited. For much of that 30-40 minutes Alice described how her and Al were going to get naked and fuck. Of course they were both begging Dollie and I to do it too. Playing the shy timid type we made up excuses. But I was sure Dollie would be ready to join in once Alice and Al got started. ----The driver arrived and thanked us for calling him again. He said he thinks he knows why and is ready to watch some adults in action. Both gals had those half cupped tops down to their waists in minutes. He told us to wait because he can’t see much in the mirror and wants to watch those big boobs bouncing as we fuck. Said he’d pull into the same strip mall because it is fairly secluded. Alice and Al didn’t wait. They were soon going at it hot and heavy. It was obvious they’ve put on their sex shows before. Alice was facing forward sitting on Al, her big tits just quivering as she bounced up and down on his shaft. ----Soon the cabby was parked along side a tractor trailer rig in the same strip mall as earlier. He stopped near the right rear tandems of the trailer. Seems like something was blocking us on the right too. Al and Alice must have been screwing at least 15 minutes and were still going strong. I had my work cut out for me to compete. Dollie soon had her hot pants off and my penis out the leg of my shorts, hard and ready from watching Alice’s bouncing boobies. Dollie also climbed on facing forward to give the cabby a perfect view of a second set of large brown bouncing boobies. --- Just watching those two women's tits shaking up and down would have thrilled many men. Watching them getting fucked was just a bonus. Have no idea how long he was starring in the window on Al and Alice’s side of the cab, it was the trucker. HA! Maybe seeing the cabby, me, and the trucker all starring at Alice’s bouncing boobies, Al shot his wad in Alice, announcing it to the world…well to the deserted strip mall and us. I had to top an estimated 25 minutes to be king of the taxi fuckers. To be honest, I have no idea weather I made it that long or not. After Dollie yelled and screamed she was cumming about a hundred times I filled her full of hot semen. Cleaned up our messes and we were taken back to the RV park. ---We stopped in Al and Alice’s motor home for drinks and small talk. Dollie changed back into her own clothes and we hugged goodnight. We felt good being reminded there are others like us. That’s all I remember about Alice and Al in Myrtle Beach. Our last taxi ride had been over twenty six years earlier. Damned those taxi rides were fun! |
_FLORIDA AIRBOAT RIDES.
_FLORIDA AIRBOAT RIDES.
I’ve already written a few stories about Dollie flashing and riding topless while on airboat tours. Don’t want to repeat so this is just a reminder it happened quit a few times in our first ten years in Florida. There were probably as many rides with our young son as without. When with him Dollie wore tops covering at least part of her boobs. As odd as it sounds all of our kids were used to mommy going topless. But now, sometimes rough water and bouncing boats caused bouncing out boobies. Pontoon boats and other small tour boats were also fun naughty nautical days on the water. Yes even at John Penn. State Park in the Keys while looking at the Coral Reefs her boobs slipped out. I can remember at least two, probably more, airboat rides up and down the St Johns River and others where we were given permission to get naked and get with it. (Remember, nudists take children to nudist camps and beaches.) -AIRBOAT INTERCOURSE. ---- For some reason Dollie looked sexy and ready for sex most of her younger life. Most of her life she was ready for sex! I remember an afternoon on a lonely stretch of the lower St Johns River near Florida‘s east coast. We were far from being kids, maybe 57 and 55, but acting sort of childish. We were probably cuddling and I was fondling her exposed titties, as the airboat bounced along the narrow river, tall saw grass and gators on both sides. I think it was those gators that caused her to cuddle closely. Thank you aligators. Keep in mind this is the headwaters of the St Johns. It flows uphill toward north Florida. ---For some reason we’d rented a small airboat with no other passengers that day. Just the captain. In fact most times we rented tour boats we were alone or with very few others. We mostly roamed from the campgrounds during midweek in the heat of day. This airboat captain was obviously older than us, or spent a lot of time at sea. Looked like Popeye with a Sailor’s dirty mouth. He was teasing us and told us we needed to get a room soon. In a while he said “well, hell, there’s no one else here but us, why don’t ya just fuck her and let the boat do the work.” If you’ve ever been on an airboat in choppy water you’ll know what he meant. ---I was wearing short lose legged shorts and Dollie the same with her halter top off by then. The few in other airboats and flat bottom fishing boats that passed seemed to enjoy the view. We were sitting in the front of the boat with the captain up high in a seat behind us. I’m thinking there was only seating for two others. ---I have no idea which of us decided the captain had a great idea. I just remember Dollie sitting on my lap facing me and the captain while fucking. As the captain said, neither of us had to fuck. Dollie was bouncing almost off my cock and back down with a thud, repeatedly. He was coaching Dollie on how to make her “fuckin big boobies” bounce more. I remember this airboat intercourse happening at least one more time on another small river. Danged that was more fun than in the back seat of an old car! |
-Some of our earliest games.
THE OUTHOUSE PICTURES ---We were in our mid twenties, camping only around 75 miles from our home in central Illinois. The three parks and Illinois River where many of our games began were all close by. We loved hiking and roaming around alone in scenic wooded areas. Dollie could dress rather wild, which was still something she was learning to do with others around. We probably both wore shorts and tank tops. She may have worn a tube top, which we both enjoyed. They were easy to pull down, or a halter top. ---At two of the three parks we enjoyed walking several long trails, and there were many. Each trailhead had a small gravel parking lot, only room for maybe six cars. Most places were miles apart along a narrow highway. I remember most small areas having a picnic area with a few tables and an outhouse off to one side. At first those were the old style wooden outhouses. Later port-a-potties. ---We’d walked the trail and Dollie needed to pee. I usually borrowed a tree. I was sitting across the small parking lot at a picnic table. She returned carrying two Polaroid pictures. Both were a picture of a slender naked girl about Dollie’s age but with a very large black patch of hair on her pussy. Picture one, the girl was sitting in one of those outhouses, maybe this one, her legs and pussy spread wide. Naughty! Nice average tits and good body. She also had long black hair to match her sn*tch. Dollie, a blonde, her pussy has been smooth and bald until her 60’s. Two totally different looks on two similar looking girls. The second photo was the girl squatting, legs spread wide, peeing out the door of an outhouse. Dollie told me there was still another photo of the same girl stuck on the wall of the outhouse. On the back of at least one was a name and phone number. As far as I remember, we still have those two pictures someplace. ---I got silly and asked Dollie what she thought about taking a couple of Polaroid’s of her in those same poses and replacing the other girl‘s photos with hers. Yep, we did it. The door was at the backside out of view of the parking lot. ---We were having lunch or a snack at the picnic table when a young guy in a car pulled up nearer the outhouse. He came back out carrying those pictures. Found out after he left he was only carrying Dollie’s photos. There were new photos of the other girl he added again. So, now we knew who put those pictures there. Well, sort of. We had no idea who that young man our age was. I took a few more naked photos of Dollie and added them to the outhouse pictures again. We giggled and left. ---Maybe twenty miles or so away was the other park. We liked the trails there more because they went down steep iron steps into canyons. There are stories already here about those stairs. A few hours later, we returned to the parking lot, a much larger lot and picnic area with several outhouses in different areas. Again Dollie had to pee. Coincidentally the same young guy stepped out of the outhouse Dollie was walking toward. Not sure if they spoke. Dollie walked out of the outhouse with two more of those naked girlie pictures. We looked at them together then I stuck them back inside the outhouse on the back wall. We didn’t have any more naked pictures of Dollie and there was no place here to take any. ---We soon found out that young man, Paul, had watched us look at the pictures and put them back. He walked up, thanked us, asking if we like the photos of his girlfriend. I showed him the other two I kept and asked if he wanted them back. He told us to keep them and enjoy them. He showed us the two Polaroid pictures I’d taken of Dollie, the same except Dollie wasn‘t peeing in her squat photo. He said he loved them but was going to put one of them in the outhouse next to his girlfriend’s photos. He did. --- Paul said he’d love to take some pictures of Dollie and his girlfriend together nude. We talked about it and he asked us if we could all meet there tomorrow. We were camping nearby and thought the idea sounded fun. We’d never done that before. ---In the meantime we sat and visited with Paul. Dollie showed him her titties by hanging them out briefly on the picnic table. He kept telling us we’d love his girlfriend because she likes to show her pussy and boobs. He told us that’s why he puts those pictures up different places. People sometimes call and they just get together and take sexy pictures together. ---Next day we waited and waited. No Paul or girlfriend. We even went to a pay phone and kept calling the number on the back of the photos. No answer. We often wondered who else saw Dollie’s nasty naked photos in those outhouses. Taking this idea, we often left nude pictures of Dollie in other restrooms. |
-THE HILLBILLY OUTHOUSE
-THE HILLBILLY OUTHOUSE
--- We were camping with a tiny one man pup tent with the old Harley way up on the Blue Ridge Parkway. We were out for an afternoon ride and met almost no one. One of us had to poop. I know it was poop because being alone there were plenty of trees to pee behind. We were at one of those small restored log cabin villages. Hell way back in the 70’s those may have still been real original cabins. Now that I think about it the outhouse we used may have been an original hillbilly shitter and not supposed to be for modern use. But it had a door, a hole, and toilet paper. ----Who ever had to shit got the job done. Probably Dollie. That’s most likely why I attacked her bare assed naked in that outhouse. We were fuckin when some old guy with his lady opened the door. They just stood there staring and saying things like OMG! When they finally slammed the door we both got dressed and apologized when we met them outside. I sort of remember them laughing and thanking us for the show. We had to have been in our mid 30’s and them maybe 70’s?? An embarrassing situation turned into an entertaining time for those two. ---The old guy admitted him and mamma screwed in their old outhouse many years ago because they only had a one room cabin and a bunch of kids. It was there or in the barn. Stuff we never read about in the history books. -CAMPGROUND TOILETS AND SHOWER HOUSES --- It was my younger brother and his wife who got us into screwing in campground bathrooms and separate shower houses. Back then most campground shower houses had rows of separate narrow showers with a small changing area in front of it. Still these were separate men and women shower buildings. Usually there was just a plastic curtain on the first tiny room and another separating it from the shower. The front was where you’d remove your clothes and hang them. Then you’d step out of the shower to dry off and dress in privacy. We usually showered later at night after other campers were finished. ---My brother and I were taking showers when his young wife came in and went in his stall. Soon I could here them giggling and carrying on. We didn’t camp with them a lot but this seemed to happen when we did. My brother is two years younger but his wife is a few years older than me. Irene was also ornery and loved sex. She only dressed kinky when with Dollie. My brother didn’t really like her doing it. When with us Irene would flash her titties and show her very black fuzzy pussy to others, even when Dollie didn’t. This happened a lot on some of those northern Illinois hiking trails and those wrought iron stairs. ---These shower sexy acts got Dollie into the act. Sometimes other young guys and their wives or girlfriends could be heard in showers, rarely in restrooms. But it happened. Most of those campgrounds were county or State owned and not crowded. I don’t remember any men going in the ladies’ rooms. Like me, I didn’t feel safe doing that so Dollie came in the men’s room after I gave her the all clear. If someone else came in we tried to be quiet. A few times we were embarrassed or embarrassed some young man when we left together. ---I remember a few times getting caught screwing in the shower and having young guys ask if they could be next or get some help soaping down from Dollie. It never happened. But I did let them peek in and watch a few times. ---Then there were the times I was in a shower or restroom naked, cleaning up or shaving when a cleaning gal would just walk in. They usually said they knocked or yelled. But Dollie was sometimes outside, saying the girl just walked in. Most times they were embarrassed and ran out. Several times they just looked and went about their cleaning and replacing supplies. One of those times I was in the shower and walked out to meet a pretty young female moping the floor, not knowing she was there. Seems like she said she was sorry and was going to leave. I told her it was too late. You’ve seen everything so you may as well stay here. She did, staring as I got dressed or shaved. ---These same things happened occasionally to Dollie when male janitors walked in on her. Seems like these times were always in the mornings. Even many years later we questioned why they clean restrooms and showers between 8 and 10 AM. We never got up early and that’s when we had to use the toilets. |
-I gotta Pee mommy
-I gotta Pee mommy
---At a public restroom next to a large parking lot I was getting ready to take a pee at the latrine. The building was fairly new and had a WOMEN’S and MEN’S half well marked. It was the type that had no doors but had a wall and a few turns to get inside. Dollie was in the car in the parking lot. We were probably in our 30’s…maybe. --- I don’t know why but I was standing there at the latrine just getting ready to pee, with a partial erection. In walked this young woman about my age holding the hand of her son around 5 or 6.….. I’m guessing. She stepped up next to me and pulled his shorts and underwear down and told him to do like me, stand up closer and pee. --Well, I wasn’t really up close and mommy was staring right at my penis. It got hard! After all she was a cute little thing. I still had to pee but couldn’t at that time! Neither could little Jonny. Mommy was coaxing Jonny to pee and under my breath I was coaxing big Denny to pee! I don’t remember exactly what was said but we did say hello and all those polite things. I also remember asking her if she knew she was in the MEN’S restroom. Her basic answer was yes but Jonny is too young to be in here alone. Then I suggested the LADIES room. But it don’t have one of these stand up things to teach little Jonny to pee. Made sense at that time! ----What seemed like hours went by and I still couldn’t pee. I even think I mentioned I’d help Jonny and bring him out when we both finish. I told her I was having trouble peeing with her staring at me. I wanted to stop and put my penis away but still had to go. Seems like I said I don’t want to embarrass you but I am trying to urinate. The woman said it’s okay I’m married. I’m thinking she said she was sorry and wondered if she could hold it like she is little Jonnys. She said “see, he’s peeing just fine.” I had a few women see my penis by this time of my life. But I’ll swear I was never more embarrassed as I was then as that mommy held Jonny’s pecker and mine while we peed! Peeing with a hard on is not as easy as some may think. ---I thanked her and told them both to have a nice day. Silly Dollie asked me when I got in the car what that woman and kid were doing walking out of the Men’s room with me. Damned I’m glad she’s easy to explain things to. This happened in broad daylight right in my hometown. I actually believe that gal had no idea she did something wrong and dangerous. Why do I remember these things? CAN I HOLD THAT FOR YA? ---I was probably in my late teens. Barely heard about gays and perverts back then. Our local park was were my brother and I spent much of the summer when we were younger. We’d fish in the lagoon and swim at the City pool. Also there is a large parking lot between the two with a big restroom building split in half. Convenient place to stop to take a leak when cruisin around town. The old fashioned latrines there were right in the open, at an angle so anyone entering the large open area could see anyone taking a leak. ---I was just starting to piss when a guy maybe 40 or so walked up to me and asked if he could hold it for me. Holly crap! I told him no thanks, stopped pissing in midstream and got outta there. Seems like a few years later it happened again as I stepped out of a toilet stall. I really didn’t know a lot about queers until later but had a general idea. Damned that was creepy. Can’t believe many years later we became friends with some gay men and women. Actually nice people when they aren’t asking to fondle me. Many of them fondled Dollie. Does that still make them gay? Stay tuned for all new old stories. |
BONDAGE, sort of! ---My Introduction
BONDAGE, sort of!
[SIZE="3"] --- It’s ironic. I’m writing my own bondage stories when soon after joining a forum I was quickly deleted from a BONDAGE group. A few members misunderstood some things I said. The short time I was a member I really enjoyed the stories. ---It is true, we’ve had very little experience with spanking, torture, and bondage. Dollie isn’t real thrilled about being a Slave and I’m not a great Master. While I agree this sort of treatment for fun, sex, and amusement can be exciting, I said I didn’t believe in anyone being forced into performing sex acts, being punished, or tied up. My feelings remain. Apparently a few members assumed I didn’t like their games and stories. If you let someone cut your prick off that’s your personal business. I’d probably watch but wouldn't want it to happen to me. ---As mature adults, we all must make our own choices on what games we play. Pain and torture causing permanent injury are not the type games I believe in. Squeezing titties or a penis until a slave screams, temporary pain like a good ass whooping, and humiliation are what I call fun S & M games. Yes Dollie may be FORCED to play but everything we do we have talked about and agreed on before hand. I’m sure most others do it this way. No one is actually being FORCED beyond their will. --Some stories in the other group were about young girls being kidnapped and kept tied and locked up in cold dungeons for painful sexual torture. I’ll never agree with games like these. Below are the few simple fun experiences we’ve had with bondage. We had no idea what we were getting ourselves into! ----The only bondage games we played were simple kinky little games where those bound were never really held down if they wanted to get free. Plus there was never any real pain. More for ornry fun than pain or humiliation. My little disclaimer thingie. --- Since these things happened 50 years ago or more and we were often excited there is no way in hell what was said and done can be remembered exactly. But this is how we remember it and most likely close to what happened. ---Traveling in this area last summer, 2012, and Dollie recently finding some old detailed letters of games played, and games planned by old friends Ruth Ann and Terry (female) helped create the following stories. Dollie also found several letters we’d written and were returned because the others moved. Ya never know what you might find under the bed in a metal box. ------Number two….. In the following story I mention our friend Ruth Ann’s very large shapely breasts like they were the biggest we’d ever seen. While it was true for her age and size, we actually had several friends with larger boobs. Those other girls were also larger. Not fat or obese. Not many girls when we grew up were really heavy. Those friends were what I’d call chunky. Well built, cute, with big full boobs that hung down some. ---We spent a lot of time on public beaches, and topless beaches. We’d already met older strippers and saw women with tits twice as big as Ruth Ann’s. In every case all of those girls and women were larger too. Ruth Ann had one of those calendar girl/playboy type bodies with boobs twice as large as most of them. So it was especially thrilling for me to get to see and play with those. ---Number three…..We’d camped at this State Park I’m writing about and several others in the area right from our early camping days thru even the past few years as we headed back home from Florida to Illinois. We made friends with the shop owners in a tiny nearby town, went boat riding with several young couples we also camped with, and a couple after we retired who was into beer drinking and flashing. Most times it involved the girls being topless or showing their ass and tits. We had several great times most summers for years. For that reason we tried to leave the kids with Dollie’s mom.) Pre-STORY TIME---It’s not what you think. Right from the start I tried to convince Dollie to let me tie her up or in other ways make her helpless and vulnerable in the privacy of our own home. It all went back to her very early teens (**) and being held down and r---ped several different times during that summer. Now she would rarely even let me hold her down during sex. Over the years I continued begging her to let me, and a few others, tie her hands behind her back or other simple bondage games while camping, on the beaches, and other places. She was into kinky sex and exhibitionism by then so I figured she’d be more willing by now. It was always NO! Still we experienced bondage a few times with a few old and new friends. ---The following stories are my fun with bondage. Our first adventures with bondage involved me being held down as a teen by Dollie, Charlotte, and Kathy. I haven’t written about Kathy yet. She was another slightly younger gal who spent much time at our house and going places with us. I believe she was another of Charlottes sl*t girlfriends who wandered over to our house with Charlotte uninvited. Yet, I don’t remember Kathy staying all night. If I was 19 and Dollie was **, Charlotte and Kathy must have been ++. Charlotte, Kathy, my brother’s girlfriend Mary, and the other younger gals were already fucking regularly. Back then no one in our group seemed to worry about under aged drinking or sex. We survived the under age years and our group fucking continued another five or six years. ----Things really were different back then. We knew about a guy living maybe 10 miles away in a small subdivision who fucked his two teen aged daughters regularly. He also invited teenaged boys to fuck them while he watched. Seems like everyone knew about it and no one cared. ---Dollie’s oldest brother-in-law was banging his daughters as soon as their little pussys would handle his big cock. The neighbors, relatives, and Dollie’s parents all knew. It was many years later before anything was done. The very same people who held Dollie down as she got fucked at **! ---There were still others. Seems like even the law knew about some. Nothing was done until formal complaints were filled. Hell the young girls we had in only complained to us if they didn’t get fucked or played with. But we were all nearly the same ages. ---A few of Dollie’s other girlfriends also played these games over the five or six years we had girls living with us after our marriage. Besides me, most had boyfriends banging them. At first this mostly consisted of the girls holding me down to take turns masturbating me. One or two of the girls soon were holding my arms and feet spread wide while Dollie screwed me. This was replaced by Dollie and Kathy taking turns fucking, masturbating, and sucking my cock while others held me down. I don’t remember ever really resisting. Altho there were times I begged them to stop because my cock was hurting so badly from repeated ejaculation and skinning back of my non-circumcised prick. Remember, this evolved over several years. This is all old repeat news. There was more. Now cum along for our simple bondage games. /SIZE] |
Bondage, Story Time
- --We were camping in one of our favorite large campgrounds with a big boating, fishing and swimming lake in southern Illinois. C------- Lake is near the college town of C-----------. We even stopped the summer of 2012. It’s all different now.
---College towns were great for girl watching at beaches. There was what was called the family beach right in the center of the camping area. When camped, swimming was free. Also many locals paid to enter and swim, mostly on weekends in summers. Off to the north-west was a small marina and small public pay swim area. Mostly the college crowd and beer drinkers hung out there. Very good for girl watching. But little known by anyone except those living in the area and the wilder college kids was an area with large black flat and turtle shaped rocks in the center of the shallow spillway flowing beyond the lake and into a ravine. This was where the sun worshippers and party goers spent weekends sunning like turtles and walrus’ on the rocks. ---Only the main campground beach remains. The small marina beach has been graded, planted with trees and grass, and is nothing but the marina. The far south spillway end has been closed off with an eight foot high chain link fence blocking the parking lot entrance and access to the spillway area which is no longer even visible from the county road. Only memories remain. ---Some memories are of topless and sometimes nude college kids cavorting and sunning on the black flat rocks. Drinking mostly beer and sometimes fondling each other in what could even be called mini orgies. We were among the slightly older couples there to watch and to enjoy the sun and cool water flowing between the boulders. This is one time I am having trouble remembering our ages. I know it was before 1964 when I went to the factory and I remember we had a cabin tent that looked and smelled like an old canvas Army tent. Maybe 1961 or 1962. Just say I was 23 and Dollie 21. I had beer in our cooler so this sounds right. We were old enough to have experienced lots of sex yet still had no idea about life in the real world. ----Back then many people carried one of those small Styrofoam coolers around a foot square with a nylon rope carry strap. These things were only about an inch thick and fragile. But the advantage was they cost one dollar and at the end of the day we tossed them in the trash with our empties. Believe me, this information is important to my story. I’m guessing the entire flat rock area was maybe 300 feet wide and 200 feet long from the end of the lake to where it narrowed and spilled over into the woods. I’m assuming this apparent granet rock, much the color and size of small elephants yet nearly flat, was put there to prevent erosion and too fast run off from the large lake. It reminded us of Elephant Rocks State Park in eastern Missouri. ---Along came another couple about our ages. She was a real doll wearing a string bikini with nice big hooters mostly exposed. Yea, I noticed! They settled in on the next rock over, like maybe 15 feet away. I also noticed he was carrying a towel sort of balled up with something bulky inside it. As the gal removed her bikini top the guy opened the towel and started putting his beer cans down in the crevasse next to the boulder in the cool water. I hollered over and told him we had room in our cooler for a few cans. As I dumped some of the excess ice out a new friendship began. Ken explained that while walking from their car his cooler split wide open. ---We drank beer, talked about tits, sunbathing, and watched the slightly younger kids fondling each other and getting drunk. One group on a nearby rock caught the attention of many others. Five or six boys playing around with one naked young girl. The way I remember it they started out standing with a few boys holding the girl’s arms behind her back. The others were working on her little titties and apparently a few taking turns masturbating her. She was yelling, moaning, and squirming, as if trying to get away. They were sometimes slapping her tits or pulling on them quite roughly and spanking her ass as the others fingered her. ---Our new friends Ken and Ruth Ann were loving it and making remarks about the little sl*t needs to be treated rougher. I said we’d better get over there and help the girl, as a few others headed that direction. By then they had her laying spread eagled on the boulder, one kid holding each limb wide apart. Another kid was fingering her and one had his cock near her face. Seems like me and Ken got there about the time a few other guys did. As they started yanking the younger boys away, the girl pleaded and said they are her friends and we are just having fun! Seems like somebody told them they needed to have that kind of fun someplace else. The girl sat up and the fondling continued, but not the sex acts. ---Ken and I returned to our rock and our women. Ken shocked me. He slapped Ruth Ann’s tits several times rather hard then squeezed them tight as he yanked on one. At the same time he said “Get us some more beer b*tch.” As she said something like “yes master” he smacked her ass as she bent over the cooler. Up until then they‘d been rather quiet. As we drank beer Ruth Ann and Ken explained their lifestyle. She was his slave-b*tch and did everything he asked. They both told how they like tying her up and watching other men use her any way they want. ---Ruth Ann had been staring at the bulge in my tiny bikini. Ruth Ann told me she wanted me and Dollie to tie her up someday soon and make her our sex slave. She said she wanted me to stick that thing in her mouth and pump it full then fuck her for as long as I could go, pumping her full again. Okay, we were not virgins or the prim and proper type but this sort of shocked me. Dollie too, I believe. Ever since meeting, I was fantasizing fondling those large perfect titties. But nothing like this! Ken added that after watching me fuck Ruth Ann, we’d tie Dollie up and he’d do the same to her. ---It was Dollie who first let our new friends know that no one ties her up and no one but me fucks her! Ruth Ann began begging Dollie to just try it. We finished off the beer, watched that group of young guys still working on that poor little naked girl, got sunburned, and talked about wife swapping and bondage. It was nearly sunset. Found out that Ken and Ruth Ann lived around 25 miles south just outside a little town we’d been to several times. (This past summer, 2012, we passed thru town and that’s when we remembered this story and found my old notes. Neither of us remembers where the couple lived.) ---We were invited to visit where they lived the next day and talk more about this bondage/swapping thing. We didn’t trust anyone. We chose to have them come to the campground only a few miles north of the spillway, where it is full of other people and more public. They agreed and met us the next afternoon. We had a picnic at our campsite and swam together in the larger campground swimming area. Again, things seemed normal. But back at the campsite, drinking a little beer or soda, bondage and kinky sex came up. --- Again we explained that Dollie would never allow anyone to tie her up or have intercourse with her. It was Ruth Ann who mostly described in detail things she wanted Dollie and I to do to her out at their place in the country. She explained that they had a box of special sex toys and special ropes and straps for attaching sex slaves to trees and poles for adult games. They said their back yard was set up for warm weather torture and they have a dungeon in the basement for winter games. Even if Dollie won’t play, she can come with me and watch us make her, Ruth Ann, become our willing slave for an afternoon. --Ken added that they have assorted dildos and vibrators for sticking into all of Ruth Ann’s orifices, along with an open invitation for me and Dollie to use them on her. During this time I was welcome to stick my penis into any of Ruth Ann’s openings and keep it there even after I climax repeatedly. I remember asking several times if that meant I could cum in her mouth, I didn’t have to pull it out, and she’d swallow it all? Both would say yes. This did interest me because I was never able to ejaculate in Dollie’s mouth, and rarely did the other girls let me cum in their mouth. I questioned Ruth Ann’s ability to not choke and gag but both assured me she loved it that way. |
S & M----------->BONDAGE
Keep in mind these stories are written from old notes hidden for many years.
S & M----------->BONDAGE --- I believe it was the next morning when Dollie and I took the short drive to visit Ken and Ruth Ann. Since they lived in the country they met us in the small town and we followed them home. I do remember Dollie constantly telling me she is not getting involved in any bondage. And she didn’t. Although she did help attach straps to Ruth Ann and help hook her on various fixtures in the dungeon. The main attachments were black leather 4”-6” arm and leg bands that laced or snapped tightly in place. Each had a medium sized ring on it for hooking ropes or chains to the ceiling , walls, or other places. With Ken’s help we put these on Ruth Ann’s wrists and ankles. Ruth Ann’s hands were held together when the two wrist bands were connected with another small ring. --- In about the middle of the small basement room, dungeon room they called it, was sort of a low heavy wooden table like bed with a thin mat on it. This thing was roughly the size of a single bed mattress and a few feet off the floor. On the ceiling above and the walls were rings, pulleys, and ropes or small chains for attaching those leather bands that were on Ruth Ann. This all reminded us of some horror movie and torture room. With Ken’s suggestions, we had Ruth Ann laying on her back with her legs spread wide. Using some of those ropes and pulleys, both legs were pulled over her head, hands attached to her ankles. Somehow we attached her in this position to hooks on the wall behind her. This was new and scary for us and we were feeling very sorry for Ruth Ann. ---Ruth Ann’s ass and pussy were in full view and easy to get at. With Ken’s coaxing Dollie picked out a few dildos and vibrators to stick up Ruth Ann’s pussy and asshole. But Dollie wouldn’t do it! Ruth Ann told me she is my sex slave. Stick them in me Denny. I choose medium, maybe 6” tools and buried them each fully after oiling them down with something in the toy box.. With those holes filled and the vibrator on high in her asshole I was asked to strip down and have Ruth Ann give me oral sex. Up until then they hadn’t seen my full erection. Ruth Ann screamed that she may not be able to take all of that in any of her openings. Ken told her to “be quiet b*tch, your gonna get it buried deep in all your holes anyway.” ( Words something like that.) And he slapped her titties hard, leaving red marks. --- I really had no way of getting into position over Ruth Ann’s face. Ken worked the vibrator in and out of her butt hole briefly. Then unhooked the ropes and had me help him get her into a kneeling position at the end of that cot thing. He then reattached the overhead rope and pulley raising Ruth Ann’s arms above her head. Perfect height for walking up and sticking a cock in her mouth. ---They both reminded me she was not to stop sucking after I climaxed. In fact if I could I should continue until I shot again. I was afraid Ruth Ann would choke on my initial blast of semen and not be able to breath or maybe throw up. I mentioned this several times. Ruth Ann assured me she could swallow it all. I didn’t have to do anything except walk up in front of that little gal with an erection. She opened her mouth and took several inches, soon moaning and working her head back and forth on my cock. Being very turned on by this I was not able to hold back like I usually could. I don’t know if I said I was cumming or Ken and Dollie were watching me gritting my teeth and listening to my moans. Ken grabbed Ruth Ann’s head and forced my cock in farther so she couldn’t pull it out. I pumped that poor girl’s mouth full of jazz . ---With the head and several inches in her mouth, she stopped moving and swallowed. Ken called her names and reached around slapping her tits. He told her not to stop yet. He said suck that big cock dry. He moved off to the side squeezing both tits every time Ruth Ann slowed down. She continued working her head and mouth back and forth on nearly half of my cock. Each time she slowed down Ken smacked her boobs hard enough to make red marks. I believe I was able to squirt a little again. Seems like Ruth Ann moved away to ask if I was finished. I told her I was very satisfied. Ken said “suck it more slave sl*t.“ Ruth Ann kept working my cock several more minutes. --- Ken moved away from Ruth Ann and was fondling Dollie’s titties and rubbing her pussy. I don’t even remember when Dollie got naked. After Ruth Ann moved her face away from my cock I turned and told Dollie it was her turn to suck cock. Ken smiled and sat on the bed table. His prick was around 4”to 6” fully erect. He was expecting Dollie to give him a blow job. I was sure this wasn’t gonna happen. Dollie turned toward me, taking at least half of my hard prick. She worked on it like she often did, always stopping when I started draining semen. She had nothing to worry about. Ruth Ann had drained me dry and there was no way I could shoot anymore jazz. Seems like Ken was finger fucking Dollie and maybe fondling her boobs as she sucked my cock. ---After a few more times begging Dollie to let him tie her up, neither Ken or Ruth Ann asked her again. They understood and my having my way with Ruth Ann was just another game they played often with other single men. I figured our game was over so I fondled Ruth Ann’s boobs quickly and seems like I kissed or sucked on a big nipple. But Ken soon told us I had just begun taking care of his wh*r* Slave. ---Several hours must have passed. Ken loosened the rope holding Ruth Ann’s arms above her head and shoved her forcefully on her back on the platform. Again he reattached the ropes and pulleys so that Ruth Ann’s legs were pointed toward the ceiling and her pussy and butt hole were again in full view. Both the dildo and vibrator had slipped part way out. Ken shoved them back inside Ruth Ann. She said “thank you master.“ Poor Ruth Ann remained in that position as the rest of us sat down and had something to eat and drink. Ken told Ruth Ann, sort of warned her, that she better be ready for my cock to fill both of those other two holes. Ruth Ann was saying “yes master” and things like “Denny please give me your big cock and make me scream. I’ve been bad and I need punished with your big prick.“ (Of course this is in no way exactly what Ruth Ann said. But I’m sure it was similar) ---Dollie and Ken adjusted the pulleys and ropes, sat her up, and gave Ruth Ann something to eat and drink. With Dollie’s help Ruth Ann‘s arms were stretched out above her head to the bed. Ken told Dollie to sit on Ruth Ann’s face and give her desert. Dollie refused this. So Ken asked if Dollie would give him desert. She also refused that. Ken re-hung Ruth Ann’s legs straight up toward the ceiling with a pulley and rope hooked to the ankle bracelets. As we talked, Ruth Ann and Ken told me what to do to make her be a good girl again. It involved a lot of deep penetration and more ejaculation. I told them both I may be all jazzed out! Sitting there eating, drinking, and talking about their bondage games with others, and staring at that pussy and asshole with those sex toys still inside helped keep my erection. ---As we finished drinking our soda or beer, Ken walked over and removed the dildo from Ruth Ann‘s pussy. That left the vibrating vibrator in her butt hole. To everyone’s surprise he fucked Ruth Ann as we watched. He told her he wanted her to feel the difference in his average cock and my large one. He told her something like “don’t scream when he rams that thing all the way into your juicy big pussy my slave. If you do I will have to spank your ass and tits.” Ruth Ann replied with something like “yes master, I will not scream. If I do please spank me hard.” She then began begging me to fuck her. She said things like ‘make me cum and cum deep inside me. I promise to take all you give me without crying or complaining.” ----At this time I was feeling horny yet had doubts about this new friendship. What the hell did I get us into? Still they both seemed to understand our own rules and were polite and friendly to us. Not so much to Ruth Ann but this was part of their sex slave game and Ruth Ann seemed to be enjoying it. Personally I never did like hurting others or forcing them to do these things, then or now. Yet later Ruth Ann would beg everyone involved to do whatever they wanted and not to worry about her screaming. ---We’d turned down several chances to swap and play a mild version of these bondage games over the previous 3 or 4 years. This was the peak time of our lives when we had girls living with us and fucking me. I wonder why Charlotte hadn’t come along on this camping trip? It is over 250 miles to these lakes and campgrounds. We only got to go there during vacations or long holiday weekends. I remember spending at least a week this trip and several of these afternoon bondage sex slave fucking games with Ken and Ruth Ann. Charlotte, Kathy, and few of the other gals would have loved this. And Ken’s 4” to 6” cock would have been just right for Charlotte. With all of this in mind, and Dollie’s willingness to at least be there and help out, I sure wasn’t gonna turn down this great piece of ass! ---So fuck Ruth Ann, I did. Ken adjusted the pulley to move Ruth Ann’s legs up and forward again, raising her ass and causing her c*nt to open up. With her ass raised it was easy to bury my cock all the way inside her wet pussy. But I had to remove the butt dildo to get my cock completely inside. Seems like it just wouldn’t go with her asshole filled with that 6” dildo. But now that wide spread butt hole was a straight in shot and more tempting. I rarely butt fucked a gal then fucked her pussy for sanitary reasons so resisted temptation. Both holes were showing pink and dripping wet so I didn’t bother with four play or being gentle. After all this was supposed to be punishment for some reason. I took aim, lined up, and rammed my cock fully inside that juicy c*nt. Ruth Ann was screaming immediately but begging for more. The screaming brought the spankings Ken warned her about. Him slapping her ass with every scream just seemed to make it feel tighter and more exciting for me, which caused even more screaming as I hit bottom. ---Just when I was near ejaculating, I decided I needed to change positions. It was Ruth Ann’s tits I was loving and I wanted to feel them more. I stopped to explain my plan. After all, I was supposed to be the master here and both Ruth Ann and Ken were my slaves. It was a simple plan. Ruth Ann would get on her hands and knees and I’d fuck her doggie fashioned. --- She was already in a great position for deep penetration but I was always liking dog fashioned with the other girls. I could hang on to those hanging boobs, work their titties and long stroke them, burying my cock until it hit bottom. Yes, some of those skinny little gals had a shallow bottom. Some could take only half. Of course Charlotte tight opening couldn’t take any. Dollie rarely could take it all dog fashioned without it hurting. --Like the other girls in our sex lives, Ruth Ann was thin. There wasn’t much meat between her front and back. Only ass hole and pussy in the middle. With Ruth Ann on her back I was dragging the head of my prick up and down her inner belly. Doggie fashioned it would be forcing it’s way along her rectum and stimulating both holes. ---Even though Ruth Ann was what I’d call petite, her hole was almost bottomless and very pliable, yet snug. She was screaming occasionally but also begging for more even though I had no more. So doing it doggie fashioned might get me deeper but would also let me at those big boobies. The ropes and chains were removed and Ruth Ann’s arm and ankle bands unhooked from each other. No more bondage. Just a good fuck. Sadly those firm big boobs were too much for me. I’ll swear I no more than grabbed and fondled them, rammed my cock to the bottom of that hot pussy, and I was ready to shoot a big wad. Okay, self control. Think about work or something unpleasant. I can do it. I’ve lasted over an hour before with Dollie and the other girls. --Well, Ruth Ann was moanin, groanin, and let out a big scream when I pulled almost out and drove my cock as far into that pussy as I could. I was using those two big firm titties to bury myself in her pussy. What was I thinking? Should have gone slow and easy. But she wanted fucked and she wanted filled with semen. That’s what Ruth Ann got! I went out with a bang though. I kept ramming it deep and as my cock swelled Ruth Ann kept screaming. ---Ken reacted by slapping her ass which didn’t help me or Ruth Ann. Things got blurry as I collapsed beside her on that torture table. Ruth Ann thanked me and Ken thanked me. Heck I think Dollie even thanked me. I was around 22 or 23 but I was panting like I ran a marathon and was 75 years old! About then both Ruth Ann and Ken reminded me I still had another hole to fuck! |
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