Ken and Ruth Ann Part Three.
 

Ken and Ruth Ann Part Three.

--- After my very first real bondage sex games I was exhausted. Ken and Ruth Ann had a few acres in the country and the weather was beautiful that summer day. We’d decided to go outside and walk around for some fresh air and to talk about what had happened. So far no one hated anyone. And we were all still smiling. We all took showers. Dollie and I in the basement shower stall and Ruth Ann and Ken upstairs. Ah that felt so good!
---It also gave me time to see what Dollie had to say about all of this wild sex and the bondage part of it. Probably the first thing she said was don’t get any ideas about her being tied up or fucked. Dollie said she was happy that I was finally getting another fantasy fulfilled. Yep, she was a keeper even back then!
---It was probably mid afternoon by then so I asked if she was ready to go back to camp. Dollie said “you’re not done with Ruth Ann yet. Remember the butt sex?” My response was something about “I am fucked out. I don’t think I can do anymore.” Dollie looked at me and hugged or kissed and said “you are never all fucked out. You can do it. Keep in mind you are going to have to screw me later tonight.” I responded again with “maybe you should fuck Ken in case I’m too tired tonight.” That’s when I got THE LOOK. Still she knew I was joking and she wasn’t mad.
---We met in the kitchen. Ken told us they were in a secluded area and didn’t need to dress to go outside if we stayed away from the gravel road out front. The large front yard had a lot of bushes and other shelter pretty much hiding the yard and house. He said they listen for cars on the road and run around back. Ken said it would be a good time to check out their outside slave playground. He and Ruth Ann reminded me I still wasn’t finished with Ruth Ann’s sex slave punishment. Darned, they were ganging up on me! I had no choice. I was gonna have to butt fuck that beautiful little big boobed girl before I left.
---Having an erection was never a problem at that age. And watching Ruth Ann’s titties bouncing as she ran after her little puppy added to the firmness. Also watching Ruth Ann reaching up to grab some of their outside pulleys and hooks for games, bending over to pet the dog, and other pussy spreading moves, was driving me wild. Dollie teased me by grabbing my penis and stroking me now and then, saying things like Ruth Ann will love this rammed up her butt hole and pussy again. Yes, they both heard Dollie and grinned.
---I whispered to Dollie to chase the pup and pet it to give Ken a few cheap thrills. She did good. I watched Ken staring up Dollies ass at her wide spread lips. It wasn’t long before he was rubbing it then dipping a few fingers in. It didn’t take long for everyone to be turned on. There were several wooden lawn chairs and larger beach type recliners in the backyard. Some just happened to be under tree branches with ropes hanging down! Ken called Ruth Ann over and he took some more of those leather wrist bracelets out of a plastic container near a big tree. He put them on Ruth Ann’s wrists as she held her hands out without being told. As if rehearsed, she bent over in front of one of the wooden recliner chairs as Ken hooked the wrist bands to small rings near the end. She smiled and said thank you master. This left Ruth Ann bent over with her ass and pussy wide open for games.
---Ruth Ann called my name. Without saying anything I walked up and worked her butt hole open with my fingers. Ken handed me a tube of some kind of lube which I applied to the now spread butt hole. No one spoke. I wiggled the head of my cock around and slowly buried it in Ruth Ann’s ass hole. As it disappeared she moaned then yelled loudly. Ken told her not to scream or he would have to slap her titties and ass. Ruth Ann said “but it hurts.” and she let out a scream as I rammed it all the way in and out several more times.
---Ken smacked her rear which just made her scream more and made her butt hole feel tighter, as she tensed up. I’m sure Ken knew this would happen. I stopped shoving my cock in so far. I was trying to ejaculate so I sort of long stroked her ass hole in steady strokes. I was controlling myself and seemed like I could go forever. Again Ruth Ann’s titties were my downfall. I had reached around and was fondling them, also using them to steady myself as I butt fucked Ruth Ann. Damned those tits felt great. I began ramming it deeper knowing I wouldn’t last much longer. My cock swelled and Ruth Ann was screaming, yet begging me not to stop. She said she had climaxed several times and was ready to squirt a big one. Ken had to find out. He stuck a couple of his fingers into Ruth Ann’s c*nt as her and I unloaded our juices. I felt like I hadn’t cum in weeks. I could feel the jazz squirting deep in Ruth Ann’s ass. It got so tight I couldn’t push or pull, as my prick swelled even more. Ruth Ann was quivering and thanking me at the same time. I was so proud of myself!
---As my peter softened a bit and I removed it, Dollie grabbed it and stroked it a minute. Ken surprised Ruth Ann. He jammed his prick in her wet ass hole. In just a few minutes added his semen to the large wad I’d left. Ken released Ruth Ann from her bonds and she helped Dollie masturbate me a little longer. They thanked us and we thanked them for our very first bondage adventure. Both assured us this wasn’t our last. We were invited back the next day to do it all over again. Maybe in different positions and different places in the yard and dungeon, they said.
----Would we return?
---All the way back to camp and most of the evening Dollie and I talked about what happened that day. Yes, I did fuck Dollie at bedtime as I compared her pussy and tits to Ruth Ann’s. Both were fun and I never tired of Dollie’s. I repeated several times that Ken would love your pussy and your ass hole. But I usually knew when to stop begging and talking about Dollie getting fucked by others.

Bondage PART FOUR----Day two with Ruth Ann and Ken .
 

Bondage PART FOUR----Day two with Ruth Ann and Ken .
Midsummer, hot and dry. The weather. We were hot and wet.

---Yes, next morning we used the campground pay phone and called our newest friends Ken and Ruth Ann to see if they’d be home and still wanted us back to visit. We were both nervous. Apparently Ken was also on vacation. They were thrilled I’d called and would be waiting with another surprise. Ken also reminded us it involved more bondage but Dollie didn’t have to worry about being tied up. As long as she would get naked and be a play toy that’s all that she needed to do.
---Dollie was telling me she was worried about getting fucked next time, being careful what she said while standing in the campground store with others near. Now Dollie felt like she owed Ken a good fuck! In the past, we’d turned down other offers to swap because she wouldn’t do it. I handed the phone to Dollie and told Ken to repeat what he‘d said. She whispered and told Ken she’d be his play toy like yesterday but nothing more.
---Dollie handed the phone back to me. Ken said we did better than him and Ruth Ann expected and they had a special surprise to repay us. Try to be here soon because this will take all day. Ken told me that we should just wear our bikinis and remove them before pulling in the drive way. Arrive naked? We’d actually done that before! Later Dollie told me Ken had said she’d get more attention than she can handle. She said he mentioned dildos and she said maybe.
---Bikinis were what we wore often. That’s why we preferred camping at boating, swimming and fishing lakes. In a short time we were in our bikinis and headed south. It was only around 25 to 30 miles but the entire ride we were trying to guess what this surprise would be. About all we came up with was Ruth Ann being tied up and fucked again. Dollie said “you’d like that wouldn’t you?” With a big ole grin I answered “yes.”
---As we drove down the narrow country gravel road Dollie removed her bikini top and bottom. I pulled in Ken’s driveway, stopped, and removed mine. After all, they’d both seen us naked before. We expected Ruth Ann and Ken to be standing naked in the front yard or at least on the front porch. Nobody. Not even the little dog. I parked in front of the garage near the porch and we headed for the front door. What sounded like Ruth Ann’s voice said to go around back. Buck naked we walked between the house and garage to where we’d played in the back yard the day before.
---Ruth Ann was being fucked dog fashioned by another man and Ken was fucking another woman who had her arms above her head tied to a large tree branch. Without stopping, everyone said hello and called us by name. I guess this was the surprise! We just stood there watching and waiting. Found out their friends had parked in the small barn so we wouldn’t know anyone else was there. The couple appeared to be maybe in their 40’s which was also a shock for Dollie and I. We expected their friends to be our age, mid twenties, as they were.
---The two men stopped fucking, unhooked the women, and everyone walked over to greet us. We’d seen people fuck before. I believe Dollie and I both told them not to stop just because we are here. The other man, George, said they were just killing time, they will finish later. His wife, Terry, hugged Dollie and then me. She squirmed, squeezing my now hard cock between our bodies, giggling. She said that thing’s gonna feel good in her pussy. She took me by the hand and said tie me to the tree and finish what Ken started. Husband George told her to just be patient, she’ll get fucked by everyone.
---Next, hugs and fondles by Ken and Ruth Ann. Ruth Ann held my prick and told Terry “this thing felt good in all of my holes.” Then she warned Terry “ but if you suck it be ready to choke when he pumps your throat full of his jazz.” Ken looked at Ruth Ann and said “yea b*tch, but you’ll suck it dry again if you can!” “Yes dear, I sure will” she said. Both men were rubbing their pricks against Dollie’s hips and fondling her tits. Like me, Dollie was shocked but lovin this.
---We soon sat around a large picnic table drinking soda and beer and getting to know each other. Terry and George were Ruth Ann and Kens swapping partner from years ago. Terry said they’ve been fucking these kids since they were teens. Terry told us they weren’t really into bondage either. Mostly just good clean sex but they go along with Ken’s games because they are exciting. George mentioned that sometimes they have another young couple join them all. Never any more than three couples and sometimes Ruth Ann‘s sister.
----They told us Ruth Ann’s sister loves their games but divorced her husband because he was against her having sex with others and being tied up. George and Terry were telling Dollie that swapping partners is great for their marriage. “We love and trust each other. We don’t have to love you to fuck you.“ Ken warned me “if you think my little sex slave is wild wait till Mary Ann gets a hold of your prick.“ The rest agreed.
----A short time later a gal built like Ruth Ann came out of the house. She looked like Ruth Ann but several years older. Same boobs, butt, and pretty smile. She walked up and hugged Dollie saying “Hi, I’m Ruth Ann’s sister. I came over to get fucked by your husband.” We were both shocked. This was the voice we’d heard from the house as we pulled up. Without missing a beat Dollie said something like “ hope he gives you a good fuck and you have fun.” Yep, this was Mary Ann. Ruth Ann said “ remember sis, we get to tie you up and use you for our sex slave first.” “I’m always ready for your silly games little sl*t sister,” Mary Ann replied. “Do what ever you want to me but make sure I get this cock in my hot honey pot.”
---Ken and George began putting leather wrist cuffs and a leather strap thing on Mary Ann around her titties. Sort of like an open cupped leather bra. They sat her down at the picnic table facing out. Her arms were pulled behind her and across the top of the picnic table, tit straps also tied on the opposite side of the table. This forced Mary Ann’s already large erect titties up and outward. But forced her head to be tilted downward slightly causing a perfect angle for ramming a hard erect prick forward and up into her mouth. Ruth Ann told me “stick your big cock down my big sister’s throat and pump it full of jazz“.
---Mary Ann began yelling and saying things like “No No!”. Ken slapped Mary Ann’s big tits and said something like “shut up slave woman, you’re going to get your face fucked.” Ken stuck his small hard prick in Mary Ann’s mouth and she sucked it briefly. “Way to go sister. Steal my master’s cock,” Ruth Ann yelled. “You’ll pay for this you fuckin old wh*r*.” (Mary Ann couldn’t been much over 25. I was 22 or 23) You don’t deserve Denny’s big cock old used slave woman. We need to go into town and find you an old wino or druggie.” Mary Ann said something like “no sweet young sister, perfect angel, I will be a good slave wh*r* and not waste a drop of Denny’s juices. Your master can spank my worthless big old fat ass and fuck my butt hole if I can suck the semen from this young cock. I will not scream.” (this is only approximately what Mary Ann would have said.) They were really into this slave/master thing. As far as I know it was all for sexual arousal and stimulation of the mind and body. It sure was kinky!
---Ruth Ann then encouraged me to stick my cock in her sister’s mouth. Ken said “not yet my little slave, let your sister taste George’s big prick.” George had maybe 8” and stuck over half into Mary Ann’s now wide opened mouth. Again she sucked and worked her mouth in and out on it. She made sounds as if she was loving it like a candy cane or a popsicle. George pulled his prick out and said he was ready to shoot. Mary Ann said “thank you sir George. I hope I pleased you well.”
---Taking the attention from Mary Ann for a moment George stepped in front of Dollie, also sitting at the picnic table next to Mary Ann, facing out, briefly fucked her titties, and ejaculated between them. We both thought sure he was gonna try to stick his cock in Dollie's mouth. As George rubbed his jazz around on Dollie’s boobs, Mary Ann looked at my prick, and said “okay fuck my mouth now Denny“
---I stepped closer when Terry said “wait, she hasn’t tasted my pussy lately“, and rubbed it in Mary Ann‘s face.” Mary Ann stuck her tongue between Terry’s lips and licked her pussy. Terry backed away, saying “You Don’t deserve anymore slave woman.” Again I stepped up to service Mary Ann’s mouth. Ruth Ann stepped in front of me and said something like “she hasn’t tasted her little sister’s sweet c*nt lately either.” Again Mary Ann licked and sucked a pussy. Again after just a few licks Ruth Ann stepped back. “How was it you useless old slave? Master George and master Ken have been fucking it and filled it full of nasty jazz. It’s even so smelly my dog won’t lick it. Let me show you.” Ruth Ann called her pup over and knelt down letting him smell her wide spread pussy. One lick and the pup ran off. “See b*tch, even a little puppy thinks it’s too nasty to lick. But I’ll bet you want to lick it more”. Tell everyone what you want old pussy licking sister of mine.” Mary Ann pouted and begged “ please slave sister with the perfect pussy, let me lick the nectar from your sweet honey pot.” Ruth Ann returned to her position in front of her sister and we all watched her suck and lick it for several minutes. When finished she thanked Ruth Ann. Ruth Ann then kissed her sister telling her she loves her.

This got too long so I sort of split it.

Ken and Ruth Ann---Bondage PART FOUR "B"----Day two.
 

Ken and Ruth Ann---Bondage PART FOUR "B"----Day two.

---We’d never seen anything like this . Everyone but me and Dollie got a turn at oral sex from Mary Ann. Now everyone was encouraging Dollie to step up and be sucked. Nope. She wouldn’t. Mary Ann said she was only kidding when she complained about me sticking my cock in her mouth. Now Mary Ann begged me to do it.
---Another beautiful willing woman with big boobs and another chance to give her oral sex and intercourse. Ya don’t have to ask me twice. Well, they did. I had hesitated and worried about it being okay with Mary Ann. She realized I was afraid she’d be upset. She said something like “ I dare you to fuck my face and fill my throat full of semen like you did my baby sister. I don’t think you are man enough.” She kept teasing me with more nasty comments. “Pump my mouth full of jazz and see if my little sister will kiss me again when you finish. After all who do you think taught my sister how to give blow jobs?”
----Just as I got in position, Mary Ann begged to be untied so she could hold my cock with both hands and masturbate it as she worked it with her mouth. They untied her leaving the wrist straps and open cupped leather bra on. This thing made her already very large shapely breasts look even bigger. Mary Ann was good. She took over half my prick and worked her mouth up and down the length of it for what seemed like an hour. Her hands stroking the shaft and squeezing it tightly. I know it wasn’t really long before I shot a big wad down her throat, like I did her little sister. She choked and swallowed hard, taking every drop. Then continued even longer.
---Mary Ann no more than pulled my cock out of her mouth when Ruth Ann was kissing and tonguing her and licking my semen from her lips. Ruth Ann had my cock in her mouth sucking the remaining jazz from the end before I could move away. What a wild bunch of women.
---During all of this I could see the two men taking turns masturbating Dollie while both of them and Terry worked on her tits. She wasn’t tied down but laying spread out nearby on one of those padded chaise lounge chairs. She didn’t give oral or get fucked but they showed her a good time. George said that if they can’t fuck Dollie’s c*nt or ass hole they were gonna tit fuck her some more. Both guys fucked her titties and ejaculated all over them several times that day. Dollie loved it when Terry rubbed the semen all over her boobs!
---Now I was having my own personal problem. Both Mary Ann and Ruth Ann were begging me to fuck them. I wanted them both but didn‘t want to make either mad. Terry to the rescue! With little coaxing, I spent the next hour fucking and fondling her every way possible. Terry didn’t need tied up. She was hanging on tight! Honestly I have no idea what anyone else was doing. Glad those guys were understanding and didn’t force Dollie into fucking. She told me later it was more tit fucking and finger fucking, along with two sisters sucking and chewing on her boobs.
---We took lots of breaks and visited. The gals went inside and fixed a late lunch. We sat outside around the picnic table like family, eating, discussing camping, life, and other normal things. All the while Terry was holding or gently working at least one hand up and down my cock, keeping it hard. As the rest of us talked about fishing, swimming, and some of their past bondage games, Terry was begging me to fuck her again. For a woman in her 40’s she was a hot woman with a body more like 30‘s. Rubbing her nice titties against me as I sat there was making normal conversation difficult. George noticed all of this and kept telling Terry that I have to service Mary Ann next. I agreed, saying I owe it to Mary Ann for what she did to me.
---After a nice rest, they put wrist and ankle bracelets on Mary Ann and ordered her to lay on a padded chaise lounge under a large hanging tree branch. Her arms were hooked to the head of the lounge chair. The straps of that leather open bra were attached to each side of the chair. Both legs were hooked to hooks on ropes and pulleys on the overhead tree branch. Each leg was lifted separately and Mary Ann ended up with her legs up and spread wide apart. They stopped lifting while her ass remained on the lounge chair.
---Some of them stuck dildos or vibrators in Mary Ann’s butt hole, pussy, and mouth. Three people working three sex toys in and out of three of Mary Ann’s openings! The lower two dildos were soon removed, but not the one in her mouth. I was asked to chose a remaining hole and bury my cock deep inside it. Skipping the boring details, I fucked Mary Ann a long time and much later gave Terry another quickie, promising her a better one next time.
--Everyone seemed to get fucked by everyone else a lot ----except Dollie.

TERRY AND GEORGE.
 

TERRY AND GEORGE.

--We met Terry, a female, and George at the spillway once that week. Nothing except visiting and topless sunbathing. Maybe some tit squeezing. Went to their RV at another campground that evening as George watched me fuck his wife for a long time. The only bondage involved was Terry begged us to tie her down. So we used some sort of camper tie down straps or small bungee cords to tie down her arms. I remember George also running a narrow strap, like 1", across her waist to each side of the bed. Actually just below her big boobies. She wasn’t really tied down!
fucking emoticon---After a very long fuck, I pumped her pussy full of jazz. Exhausted I lay flat on my back on the bed. Terry sucked my cock quite awhile as George fucked her pussy from behind until he shot his wad too. Like Dollie, Terry couldn’t take a wad of jazz in her mouth so precumming in her pussy made her feel safe. George no more than finished with Terry when she was wanting me to fuck her again! About all I remember doing is sticking it in. Again Dollie only got finger fucked and her boobs fondled and sucked that evening. George tried but was too tired to tit fuck Dollie.

SOUTHERN ILLINOIS BONDAGE, the conclusion
 

The conclusion…..
--- Ken and Ruth Ann stopped at our campsite the day we were leaving, to thank us. We met a few times most years for at least 10 or 12 years for a day at the spillway or bondage games at their house. They seemed to have a slightly different type of bondage most times, often involving dog fashioned. I was no longer scared of hurting Ruth Ann or Mary Ann and no longer worried about doing something wrong. They still complained, screamed, and pretended they were trying to get away. But always thanked us and begged us to return.
---They didn’t know it, but if I’d had to chose only one, I’d rather fucked Terry! I fantasized Dollie being more like her. Yes, Terry was also into exhibitionism and flashing in public. Nearly twice my age. But something about her looks and personality drove me wild. Maybe we partied with George and Terry a half dozen times more in all that time at Ken’s place in later years. Terry was one of the most fun and wildest fucks I ever had! No wonder guys love older women. Lucky for me George loved watching me fuck his wife .
--- I actually got more pussy from Terry over the years than Ruth Ann and Mary Ann together! We also camped and sunbathed at the spillway with them several times in later years. Since they were the oldest couple there, Terry had an hour glass figure, and large brown boobies, she drove the younger college kids wild, especially when she removed her top. More so when George and I both fondled Terry’s titties.
-----I remember this one geeky boy, not over ** or so, coming over to where we sat on our rock. He asked to feel Terry’s titties. Terry said “you can touch them if you suck them first.” He did and most everyone watching clapped and cheered. I believe Terry had a big influence on Dollie’s future......and mine!
---Ruth Ann’s sister Mary Ann was at Ken’s place many more times. Usually it was quick oral sex until I ejaculated in her mouth, then a good fuck. She sometimes met at our campsite. A quick fuck in the tent, later an RV, swimming at the campground beach, or we spent a few afternoons with Mary Ann at the spillway sunbathing. Of course topless for her and Dollie.
---Forty some years ago was the last time we stopped at Ken and Ruth Ann’s house. Someone else was living there and none of them answered their letters or phone calls. Friends come and go. Enjoy it while you can.
------Don’t know why but this part of our lives has been long forgotten, until the summer of 2012 when we passed thru that area again. Funny, we’d been camping and visiting not many miles from there a lot since retiring to Florida. Guess we had other things on our minds. If Dollie hadn't been throwing away kinky photos and notes these games would have been long forgotten.
----- Damned, never thought of this. Terry would be in her mid-90’s now. Who would fuck an old woman? Wonder if she’s still a good fuck? I want to remember them as they were.

I know, much of this does not sound true. As we read it now, I feel the same and I was there. Believe we'd never make this up.

MORE RANDOM VACATION STORIES TO FOLLOW
 

Or you ain't gonna believe this Shit!


Fast Forward a Dozen years or So
The Little Fairy

--- I can only remember a few other bondage games. There were still other offers but we really were afraid of Dollie getting fucked by strangers. Luck, understanding new friends, and a guardian angel seemed to be with us. The following stories helped us grow to do what you've read in other stories. As you have seen and will see often, these stories are not in any special order as the time period or location. I did get many in the order they happened back them.

---We’d played bondage games in southern Illinois off and on for a dozen years. Both admitted it had been fun. But both also saying this is not our idea of fantasy games. So I’m thinking from notes and old letters it was the summer of 1977 when we again got involved with bondage. It makes sense because I was driving our 1977 Ford super cab pulling our 32ft. 5th wheel RV. We loved that rig but traded the very next year for a motor home because living on the end of a cul-de-sac made backing a narrow city block difficult. Notes, what we drove, camped in, and other things helped me to write these stories.

---So, me now 37, Dollie 35, we left the kids with her mom and headed off toward the Lake of the Ozarks for two weeks vacation. Not a long trip, since we lived near Peoria, Illinois. I call these our wild years. As almost always, we wore bikinis and spent our time hiking, swimming, sunbathing, flashing and fucking. We had a perfect RV site, backed in close to the water at Table Rock Lake. Blink your eyes and watch the next story unfold.
----We’d been camped there a few days. The sun was just setting and we were inside wearing thin bikini underwear. Mine was actually a pair of Dollie’s nearly shear panties but they looked like a bikini. We’d left the curtains of the RV open so felt we needed something on. It’s what Dollie handed me. A decent sized pleasure boat was anchored just beyond the shoreline.
--- At this location I remember the water being at least 20 feet or more below the shoreline of large boulders. It was so clear you could see huge flat rocks on the bottom. Maybe that’s why they called it Table Rock Lake and State Park?
-----What caught my eye was what appeared to be a very young topless girl and a guy hugging and messing around. The setting sun gave the illusion they were under a spot light. We sat there in our RV watching them have sex. I expected them to head out across the lake when finished. But they went only a few hundred feet and disappeared into a cove to the right. That’s where the campground boat docks were. Curious I told Dollie “let’s go check them out.” We slipped on some shoes, forgetting we were barely dressed. After all, those skimpy panties felt like a bikini, which I was very used to wearing.
----We stayed close to the shoreline, way above the lake, sneaking along in the darkness of the trees and shrubs, hoping other campers wouldn’t see us. The couple had just gotten out of their boat. Surprised to see they were about our ages, 37 to 35. However she was such a tiny thing and wore probably the skimpiest bikini I’d ever seen. Two postage stamps and little string thong with a bit of cloth. However, with her tiny titties, she didn’t need much more. Tiny, like two cupcakes with Hershey kisses poking out.
----They saw us looking at them and waved, walking our way. I was staring at her so much I’d forgotten my own semi transparent tiny bikini panties. One of the first things I remember them saying to me was “cool swimsuit.” Introductions, small talk, and we were headed for our RV for drinks. Remember, it was moonlight out. Once we got inside everyone got good looks at what each wore. Missie, I’ll call her. Missie and Mikie made a fuss over seeing me through the bikini, in a good way. I offered to get some clothes on. But Mikie was right. They’d already seen everything. We talked, drank, and laughed. Made plans to go boating with them the next afternoon and said goodnight. Ya notice how things just happened to us?
----Bright and early the next afternoon we rolled out of bed and outside. I’m not sure if Mikie and Missie were waiting or just happened to be walking by. We went out on the large lake in their boat and got to know each other more. Mikie played in a Rock-n-Roll band, Missie was a part time dancing girl. That’s what they all say! They lived outside of St Louis. After we mentioned we live near Peoria Mikie said he sometimes plays with his group in Peoria and Missie has danced in clubs there. We finally got her to admit these were strip clubs. Oddly, we’d been going to many of the small neighborhood Peoria strip joints for years and didn’t remember this tiny cute dancer. She did look very much like our friend Ronnie’s wife who also occasionally danced in Peoria. Same petite body, small boobs, and brown hair.
----Speaking of small boobs, Mikie hadn’t gotten far from shore when Missie removed that tiny bikini top. Those titties were ittie bittie things but golden brown from many sunny days and perfect cones with a Hershey Kiss pointed upward on each. Of course Dollie soon removed her bikini top too, getting compliments from our new friends. Both encouraged Dollie to go to Peoria and become a stripper. We admitted we’d talked about it many times. We had sandwiches, beer and soda with us. This was a relaxing normal day on the water. The girls flashed other boaters and we received our fair share of tit shots, and occasional beaver shots.
---(There's a cove in the area we'd go to called PARTY COVE. Google it.)
----As the sun slowly sank in the west we returned to the campground boat docks. This time we were invited to Mikie and Missies’ RV for something to eat and drink. Still, a normal get together, except for us all wearing skimpy bikinis. Even that wasn’t out of the ordinary around the campground. Mikie and I had a few beers. Two has always been my limit so I was sucking on the second can. But trouble lurked ahead for the gals. Missie was fixing mixed drinks for her and Dollie. Dollie loves the taste of many drinks but mixed drinks are not good for her clothing. Both women were giggling and had removed their tops long ago. But now they were removing their bikini bottoms too! Mikie told Missie she was a bad little slave and needed punished. Yep, here comes the bondage story.
---This is what happened but I’m only guessing on the exact words.------Mikie told Missie to bring the toy bag. “Yes Master” and she did. He told Missie to hand him some collars and belts. Out came a bunch of red leather collars that appeared to be dog collars about 1” wide. He put them on Missies’ wrists, ankles, and neck. A narrow red belt around her tiny waist. Next he hooked a leash a few feet long on the neck collar, down through loops on the two ankle bracelets, forcing her feet together. As he gently pulled down on the leash, Missies upper body was forced to bend, her head almost to the floor. The free end of the leash was hooked to the belt around her waist. The leash disappearing between her butt cheeks. Missies’ wrist bands then also clipped to the belt at her sides, putting both arms tightly at her sides.
---When finished with Missie Mikie began putting collars on Dollie’s wrists and ankles. As she complained I told Mikie she does not like being bound but he can leave those collars on. Clipping the two leg collars together Mikie returned to the toy bag. He removed a bunch of small smooth dildos and another hand full of assorted shapes and sizes of vibrators. Also a few paddles and straps, plus what appeared to be KY jelly or Vaseline type lube.
----Missie was whimpering and occasionally yelling at Mikie to let her loose. He slapped her ass gently with his open hand then again with a small paddle. Mikie told Missie “shut up my play toy, I don’t want to hear another sound from you except yes master and thank you when I deserve it.” She replied “yes master. Thank you master.” Mikie said something like “you were very bad. You got our little friend drunk and you must suffer.” “Yes master“, she said again. Dollie was whining and telling Mike that it’s okay, she’s not drunk and it wasn’t Missies’ fault. Mikie said “it’s always Missies’ fault. My slave needs a reminder who’s boss.”
----Then Mikie held up a few assorted sized brightly colored, yet small diameter dildos, asking Missie which one she wanted up her ass. None were over 6” long. Most were bullet shaped and tapered like a banana. One had a large ball end looking similar to a door knob. The rest of it slim with ripples down the shaft. There were also vibrators with the same shapes. Missie said “ the pink one”. It was around 4” long and not much bigger around than a finger. Squirting some lube on it he quickly shoved it into Missies’ ass hole. Using his finger Mikie pushed it even deeper as Missie quivered and moaned. Again Mikie smacked her ass for making sounds.
----Back to Dollie. Oh no, what did we get ourselves into. Mikie picked up a large vibrator, turned it on, and began rubbing it on Dollie’s nipples. She soon began quivering and panting. Mikie warned Dollie “Do not climax or I will have to stick this in your pussy. Mikie looked at me grinning. I just said “okay“. “You are only allowed to say yes or no and thank you master. Do you understand me b*tch?” Dollie answered “Yes, but I am already cumming.” Mikie stopped, spanked Dollie, again gently, and told her she already broke two rules. “You said too much and you had orgasms. Like my little slave you must be punished. Do you understand?” “Yes sir” Dollie answered. Again he rubbed Dollie’s tits and nipples with the large vibrator. Now she was panting and moving around. We both knew she was having orgasms. “Bad girl” was all Mikie said.
---Mikie pushed Dolllie over the arm of a stuffed chair, her face buried in the cushion. With his little paddle he gently spanked Dollie’s butt. She yelled and Mikie gave her the same warning to be quiet and only speak to say “yes sir” and “thank you master“. Or other words like that. Mikie asked if we ever practiced S & M and I told him yes, years ago. But reminded him Dollie does not like being tied up or having intercourse by another man.
----Fine, Mikie said. I have plenty of toys to punish this slave with for getting drunk and for having orgasms in my presence. He asked me if he can go on. Again I simply answered “yes.“ He then asked “are you ready my slave?” Dollie said “yes sir if you don’t put your penis in me or hurt me.“ Mike assured Dollie that she is going to enjoy this. He asked her to turn her head and chose the torture tool that he will put in her pussy. Dollie chose a dildo about 6” long and smooth. Mikie told her “good choice my slave sl*t.” But Mikie tricked Dollie. She couldn’t see that he grabbed the larger, maybe 8” vibrator with the door knob end on it. He lubed it up well and slowly worked it into Dollie’s pussy. It was tight so he would pull out a bit then in again, farther until most of the 8” was deep inside Dollie. Mikie rubbed her ass and told her she was a very good slave, then flipped the switch to ON! Dollie said something like “ that’s not the dildo and it feels way too big.” Mikie slapped her again and said hush slave, this is our pussy and we can stick whatever we want in it!” I reminded Mikie “anything except your cock.”
----Quite some time had passed and poor Missie was still standing there bent over, complaining that she was getting light headed. Of course Mikie spanked Missie for speaking. “Now my pretty little slave, you will pay.” Mikie picked up large fat vibrator and turned it on. Several inches of the head revolving. He rubbed a lube on it and asked Missie if her pussy was wet and ready. She answered that she had several orgasms while listening to Dollie moaning. “I’ll give you something to have orgasms about my love“., Mikie turned off the vibrator and worked it into what appeared to be a tight pussy. Obviously Missie was hot and juicy. The vibrator, at least 8” long and what seemed too big around slid right in. Mikie turned it back on and Missie sort of jumped. Missie moaned and said “thank you my master.” Mikie had me help carry Missie over and lay her on the sofa on her side, face in. All 98# 5’ tall pretty little fairy princess. Missie even had the squeaky voice of a little cartoon fairy.
You thought I was gonna talk about another kind of fairy didn’t you?
----Back to Dollie again. She was panting and obviously getting off. Mikie removed the vibrator and told Dollie she was a good little slave. Yes Dollie was shocked how large that vibrator was. But said she knew it wasn’t the one she’d chosen. We helped her up and we had something to drink as we watched Missie laying on the sofa, tiny dildo up her ass and giant vibrator rotating deep inside her pussy. “Another hour my sl*t slave and I will release you” “Thank you master” was her reply. In 20 minutes or less Missie was pleading to have the vibrator removed and to be untied.
----Several more minutes passed and Missie was crying and begging to get up. Dollie was now upset and I was getting worried. Mikie threatened Missie. If I remove the toys and let you up Denny gets to fuck you. “I don’t care who fucks me. Just let me up.” Mikie removed the toys from inside Missie and removed all of the collars and belts. Missie ran to the bathroom to pee. When she returned she sat on my lap and told me she was ready, kissing my cheek. I thanked Missie for the chance but said no.
----Mikie and I had a beer or soda, Missie fixed drinks for her and Dollie again. Both of us guys said it looks like they are going to get drunk and we’ll have to start all over. Seems like Dollie and Missie took showers in the RV and Mikie and I used the campground showers. Feeling clean and rested we either ate at camp or maybe went out. We hung out together the rest of the week and went boat riding several times. The most I can remember getting kinky again was fondling the women and them going topless on the lake.
---We exchanged addresses and maybe phone numbers. Dollie and I watched for Missie at the neighborhood strip clubs but nothing happened. UNTIL….!

HI REMEMBER ME?
 

--------------------------------HI REMEMBER ME?

---I must have been 40 years old. We never saw Mikie or Missie since that time in Missouri three summers back. We mostly stopped going to local strip clubs but it must have been one of our birthdays, anniversary, or something else special. I remember the weather was cold so it could have been a birthday. Dollie always wore an ass showing mini skirt and some sort of top that let her mostly bare boobies slip out. We still knew many of the strippers, bartenders, and managers by name. They mostly recognized Dollie’s blonde “COTTER HAIR“! Remember the TV show Welcome back Cotter? Okay for you young uns Afro hair.
-----As we watched what at first appeared to be a teenaged girl wearing only small pasties and a G-string, she waved to us. No big deal, as we knew several strippers over the years. We were sitting reasonably close to the little stage and soon realized this was the body of a tiny girl but the face was of a much older woman. Another wave and “hello Dollie” was heard. That voice????? Squeaky cartoon like. It was Missie, our one time bondage buddy from Missouri. Missie squatted in front of us, and others, moved her narrow G--string aside, and exposed her widespread c*nt. Her lips had already been out both sides. All a NO NO for local strip clubs.
----When she finished her act, Missie hugged Dollie like she was never gonna stop. Then sat, naked, on my lap, hugging and kissing. Still a tiny body. Still the same two upswept cone shaped tiny titties, maybe not quiet as perky. But looking in her eyes and at her face, aged way more than three short years! We could hardly hear to talk down front so moved to a rear corner table as Missie went back stage to dress in her little barmaid outfit.
---Still difficult to hear, we found Missie had left Mikie over a year ago. They were never married, as they’d said. Typical of many we knew. She got tired of his increasing abuse. She said that at the time we met, it was just for fun. Later Mikie was having others help tie her up to torment her and have sex. As the band got less gigs, he needed money. Lost the boat, the RV, and their home. She was sold for sex to other musicians and anyone coming back stage making an offer.
----We stayed to watch several other younger girls then Missie again. This time we noticed not many of the audience paid any attention to her. Like us, they’d seen her once. Missie was twice the ages of your typical stripper, with titties less than half the size as most. She admitted that she was barely getting by, moving from club to club from other towns. Peoria was going to be her last chance then she’d try to get a regular job. After she finished and dressed into street clothes we met her at a Waffle House or Huddle House to eat and talk. Lucky Dollie had a coat to cover up. We didn’t really know this woman yet felt sorry for her. We said our goodbyes and went home, expecting that to be the last of it.
---A day or two later there was a knock at the door and a voice saying “remember me?” Some of the strippers we’d known had visited us in the past and given Missie our address. Something we tried to keep from our temporary game partners. Only one other game partner had our address. A female Pen Pal from Ohio. She also ended up divorced, at our door one day. Like Missie, making me an offer I couldn’t refuse. But I did, with both women.
---Missie was desperate for money. She’d gotten fired from that last strip club for exposing her pussy too often to the wrong people. She was begging me and Dollie to give her $50 for me fuck her. She said we could tie her up, use vibrators, or whatever we wanted to do. I don’t even remember how she got to our house. Missie wasn’t wearing much. Some skimpy top and most likely a tiny mini skirt without panties. Much like Dollie wore often. Even though she’d not aged well, Missie was hot looking for such a petite little thing. But I just didn’t feel right taking advantage of the poor girl. Missie dropped her price to $25. I sort of remember giving her $25, some food, clothing, and taking her to the bus stop down town. This time, Missie was gone forever. We’d had some great memories. Now they were marred with sadness.
Can I add this?---Thank God and Greyhound she’s gone!
---Months later, we talked about the fun we had with Mikie and Missie. And how badly we’d felt when she visited at our house. It was then Dollie admitted she’d also given Missie $25 for the bus ticket. We’ve done some stupid things, some exciting, and fun things, and learned a lifetime of lessons, both good and bad, from others.
Out of all of this we still believe wife swapping and excessive bondage are quick ways to break up a marriage.

THE BIKER PARTY- "Bondage?"
 

Like before,simple bondage games happened again occasionally by accident. I’d almost forgotten the biker bondage adventures back in 1967. Not much, or wild. But after all, it is the only biker bondage game we have.

THE BIKER PARTY

---On my way home from work, I stopped at the local Burger Barn and picked up a bag of sandwiches for supper. I’d owned my old Harley Hydra Glide a couple of years by then. Bought it and a nearly new black Mustang fastback in 1965. So I’m guessing this was 1967, making me 28.
---1949 or 50 was the first year for hydraulic forks and the early 50's the last of a few with tank shift. Some said my 1950 was among the last but we've seen others newer. The confusing part is that's about when many converted theirs to foot shifters. That big chrome ball on the shiny shifter bracket on a coal black tank showed up and attracted many. This was a 74 CI Panhead type engine. Bone stock black motorcycle, wide white wall tires, black leather bags with shiny metal buckles and leather tassels, plus a large blue tinted windshield. Not cool by today’s standards.
--- In cold weather I wore a full helmet with a blue bubble shield to protect my eyes from watering. But when nice out we neither wore helmets. I’d called Dollie from work so she knew I was bringing supper from the little town where I worked 12 miles away. A couple, my age, walked over to look at my old bike. They’d both gotten off late model Sportster’s. He looked like a wrestler, black leather sleeveless bike vest, arms like a weight lifter. Her, maybe six feet tall, slender, filling out her tight fittin jeans in the right places, blonde, pretty face, wearing a man’s ribbed undershirt. Back then I don’t remember women’s tank tops. A lot of gals went braless wearing those thin scooped neck undershirts. The ribbing was very narrow and seemed transparent between the ribs. Well tanned and braless, she almost appeared topless in the sun.
---I may have been looking closely as we talked about my bike. He asked “ ya like those titties huh?” I said YES! From the side they didn’t really stick out a lot from her slim shapely body. But from the front they appeared like two nice sized turtle shells, filling out that ribbed undershirt quiet well. The guy told me he was Ron and her name is Rhonda, handing me a business card. He asked if I had a wife or girlfriend. After answering he said bring her out to our clubhouse this Saturday to party. Food, beer, and boobs are $10 to our guests. Rhonda and some of the other gals will be topless and you can stare at them all ya want. By the way, if your wife goes topless, everything is free.
---Ron went on to ask some personal questions. Like, do you guys swap partners or get into bondage? I told him we have some friends down south we mess around with but my wife doesn’t do bondage or swapping. Either him or Rhonda said only a few of their friends mess around and not many even go topless. The rest just watch. We don’t really care. Just bring your wife and come on out. He scribbled directions on a napkin and I stuffed it in my work pants.
---Several days later, Friday, Dollie handed me the napkin with the directions on it. I told her about Rhonda and Ron. Dollie has always been crazy about bike events and parties. Especially when I mentioned the free and topless part. Seems like it was raining Friday evening and all night. But the weather was warm. Might have been sprinkling Saturday morning but she was beggin me to go to the biker party. She put on one of her low button front tops and short shorts and I wore a tee shirt and shorts. We didn’t care if those got wet. We had half helmets. Hers protected her hair and with my blue bubble shield snapped on, we were ready to ride approximately 25 miles to the biker club.
----The rain was coming down pretty good when we arrived. Still there must have been 25-30 bikes there. More came later. I got teased about our clothes and the factory stock old Harley. But mostly they told us we were real bikers for coming out. We were treated like royalty or old friends. As Rhonda and Ron promised, there was plenty of food, beer, and boobs.
----Rhonda looked a lot different without that tight men’s undershirt. Obviously it was very tight. Her bare titties were now sticking out and lifted upward. Again Ron noticed I was staring. He said something like “told ya you’d like the view.” By then Dollie’s mostly unbuttoned wet blouse wasn’t covering much. She removed it and put it in one of the saddle bags. Her and Rhonda seemed to have the largest boobs in the bunch. But there were many I enjoyed watching as we partied and boobies bounced.
---Whatever we ate we had plenty. But we nursed only a couple of beers, even though more seemed to keep coming. Bikers were wandering throughout the clubhouse fondling every bare boob they saw, including Dollie’s. A group of guys carried one of the well endowed topless gals over to the only pool table, removed her shorts, and tied her with leather straps spread out for everyone to see. No panties. One at a time, several bikers had sex with her, as others played with her boobs.
---After they released the first gal, a few others volunteered to take her place. What we did notice was no one seemed to be forced and only the girl's partner and maybe a guy they'd swapped with had sex with them or anyone else. It wasn’t long before other bikers were fucking on tables, chairs, even the floor. A few gals were tied to chairs as bikers fingered and fondled them. I remember us being asked several times to swap or if me or Dollie wanted to fuck. Apparently Ron had told others we weren’t into bondage or Dollie into intercourse with others. When a few got a little pushy Ron or another friend of his lead the guys away and told them to lay off.
-------All in all, it was a fun evening. Dollie got her boobys fondled and I got my share of touchy feely too. Yes, Rhonda’s titties really were semi-firm. When squeezed or pushed inward, they’d bounce right back out.
---In time the place was crowded, noisy, getting wild, and smoky. We enjoyed the rock-n-roll and country bands, watching others sing and dance. It got late. We thanked a few and left.

Awesome
 

I will have to spend a lot of time on here reading all of these, Wow it's going to be a long weekend enjoying these stories. Many thanks and keep them coming.