Threserman's Reunion
 

Mt Pleasant, Iowa Threserman's Reunion
---- Again this was in mid 70's, making us mid 30's...... Oh to be so young and wild again! Big farm equipment, antique car, carnavel type affair held at State Fair Grounds every Fall. Used to camp at Kewannee, Ill and attend the Hog Festival and Square Dance affair. (Not bike hogs...real hogs) We'd take a day and drive over to Mt Pleasant to take in the very large antique farm show, new equipment, and all the rides and games. Gave Dollie a chance to wear some wild outfits and show off. Big crowds.
---One year we decided to make the Threserman's Reunion a full weekend thing. We packed the Harley Panhead...best we could, tent and all, and headed the 250 miles or so West from the Peoria area. Most of the trip was interstate highways. Not my favorite. I-74 and I- 80. Boring, very few curves, flat, few hills, nothing but corn and more corn. To keep me from falling asleep, Dollie was topless most of the time, flashing truckers and others who yelled. Her cute little tanned ass was nearly as bare as gals wearing bikinis. Yep, her ass was small, tanned, and smooth back then. Mine too for those who care! Cranking the old throttle back, it was a quick ride. Admittedly, our little asses were sore when we got there. But seemed like each new adventure was a little farther from home.
---That ole 1950 Pan ran flawlessly every trip for many years. About all I ever did was check tires, top off the oil, fuel, tighten the chain and oil it, and polish the engine with Semi-Chrome. I believe that's why it rarely leaked a drop and purred like a ---Harley. One major overhaul is all I remember. Found out at high speeds I needed an upper lube to quiet a mysterious clicking sound that would appear. A few ounces of Mystery Oil in the fuel did the trick. Also, it ran better between 55 and 65 MPH. Used to piss off friends with bigger late model bikes who liked goin fast! Every few years I'd take it over to Walther Bros Harley shop in Peoria for a tune up. I knew about cars but didn't know shit about motorcycle engines. Mostly just afraid to tear it down and the pros were cheap.
---Back to the fairgrounds-----After setting up the tent in the back area, Dollie would put on her nearly no-crotched ass showin short shorts, alternating with a micro mini, after playing and showing off awhile. Tops were normally tiny halter tops, tube tops, or something with skinny straps that fell down all by themselves, exposing both itty bitty titties. Yea, we were there to camp and play.
---Cameras and film were a lot different then. I ran out of film in a few hours. Others weren't into picture taking either. But posing for sexy pictures, and flashing while posing, was part of our games. I'd spend the weekend taking make-believe pictures as other people watched. Even now, I have no idea where the many pictures we did take are. Moving, accidently burning them, and losing undeveloped film left us without old physical memories. All we have are those memories in our minds.
---There was always a display of hugh antique farming equipment and various sizes of stationary engines. We had no idea what they were, but were fascinate by them. Old farmers in bib overalls would beg Dollie, then help her up on the monsterous machinery to pose for---pretend--pictures. Often their young sons were there to watch and help her up and down. Hands were on her bare ass, pushing and steadying Dollie. Her pussy spread showing pink, as small crowds of helpful farmers gathered around. Usually both boobs were hangin free also. Same things happened when around the late model farm and off road equiipment, some yeller crawlers, tractors, etc. Some big green things with yeller deer painted on them, and other large things. Demonstrators and sales reps helped Dollie up and down off those pieces of equipment, some very large, some small. Each time her private parts were very exposed. Again helpful hands sometimes brushed against wet shiny pink body parts, or her ass, as they politely assisted Dollie up and down for Kodak moments.
---And then there were the antique cars and the carnival rides. Dollie always seemed to get free rides, once she paid for the first. Seems like she attracted more riders and an audience, as her boobs slipped out and bounced freely. No way of putting them back in once the Tilt-a-Whirl and other rides began going around and shaking up and down. Each day, all weekend, these games of exhibition continued. Dollie was lovin it! I was lovin it! Many others were lovin it. The crowds were so large, we blended in, and there were always new people to show off for.
--- Lastly. the sideshow games. As you know, those people beg you to try the ballon toss, baseball toss, and other games where ya won something useless if you put a ring on a stick, or something. Many gave you one free try. They'd let Dollie try once. Tossing, bending and so on, her titties were always exposed and jiggling. When this happened crowds of other customers appeared. To thank Dollie, she'd get too play the games as long as she liked... As long as her boobs were bouncing in the breeze.
---Most evenings we'd take the bike for a ride around Des Moines. Most evenings I got lost trying to find my way under, over, and around overpasses! Glad everyone knew where the Fairground was... except me. Sunday afternoon it was time to pack it in and head back East, over the mighty Mississippi, and home. Again, Dollie teased truckers and occasional young guys hangin out of car windows.
She always seemed to attract truckers when I was getting gas. Since I was a trucker, I preferred truck stops to get fuel. And I knew truckers were mostly horny guys who loved a free show. I'm not sure if all those truckers were comin over to look at my bike, or Dollie. It was Dollie who got all the compliments. Maybe a "nice bike" tossed in now and then. Memories----!
By this time watchin Dollie exposing everything to strangers wa normal and I could almost hold the camera still. Thinkin back, I don't know how we stayed out of trouble.

Riding the Big Muddy
 

Riding the Big Muddy-----

---For some reason I was fascinated by the Mississippi River. We lived exactly 100 miles East of it, a mile East of the Illinois River. My plans were to take the ole Harley, camping gear, Dollie, and go straight West of Burlington, Iowa, to Hamilton, Illinois. Then we'd follow the East bank of the Mississippi River up to it's beginning in Minnesota. From there we'd return down the West side of the Mississippi River. A simple plan.
---One Spring in the late 70's (we were in late 30's) we were able to get Dollie's mom to babysit for two weeks. Our trip was on. This was a different ride. We actually dressed sorta like bikers. Wore full helmets, jeans, flannel shirts, and windbreaker jackets. Occasinally, at campsites, Dollie did get down to regular shorts and tank top. But for some reason this was gonna be a real bike ridin camping trip without the hanky panky. Coulda been the cool Spring weather. Also this trip we were kinda overloaded because of the warmer clothes and extra supplies for the boonies. Bike sorta looked like Beverly Hillbillies truck with things hangin and tied everywhere. Don't remember hardly ever gettin over 50MPH once we started up the River road. After all, it was a scenic ride.
---We found out ya can't exactly follow the River all the time. We'd never got there if we followed all the zigs and zags. When we did, we'd camp in small Corp of Engineer fishin camps, County Parks, and sometimes nearby State Parks. Few times behind small town restaurents with permission.Puttin up and takin down that tiny one man pup tent became a quick and easy job after awhile. Yep, just a tiny skinny boyscout type one-boy kinda tent. Dome tents and other small tents we not yet invented. The smallest regular canvas tent had multi zillion poles, ropes, and stakes. We coulda parked the bike in those! But I'd have to leave Dollie home if I brung one of those. Was more fun sleepin on her and snuggled against her in the tiny tent.
---Those el-cheapo air matresses were our only real problems. We found some that were slightly wider than the regular water floats. But they squished and flattened out in all the wrong places, especially when doin push ups on Dollie. Gettin dressed and undressed were major problems. Usually got somethin on then finished outside. Don't even want to talk about those few times it rained. Even screwin in a tiny tent gets boring after several hours of waiting for the rains to stop. No way could we survive one night sleepin in that thing now!
---Eventually we did find what was a State Park with some tiny creeks coming together. Supposed to be the beginning of the Mississippi River. Not all that impressive. Not sure what we expected. I was gonna add all the places we stopped and where we ended up. But you can check Maps for that stuff. Spent a week goin up there and planned another week coming down West side. Camping was fun. We met lots of nice and interesting people. Small town folks, fishermen, and a few other bikers. We loved the small Mom-Pop diners along the way and the friendly townsfolk. This was at a time when bikers were getting bad images and names. We had no problems with anyone. Perhaps we were helping make changes in our own simple way.
---Yes, we did get a few booby pictures of Dollie along scenic sections of the River. Had to do that. Again, nothing exciting. Just a really fun motorcycle journey up and down nearly half of a big Muddy River. Maybe someday I'll tell about our ride down the rest of the Mississippi River by bike. We b*tch and moan when sleeping in motel beds now. Our bodies and our minds change over time. We are so fortunate to have each other and a million memories of long ago.
---Get out there and follow your dreams. They don't have to be fancy ship cruises or trips to exotic places. The good ole USA is full of wonderful destinations, cheap. We probably spent less that two weeks than our kids spend for a night in a hotel. Who had the most fun? Saddle up and ride boys and girls. Sorry this wan't a kinky story.

Rollin, rollin down the Mississippi
 

Rollin, rollin down the Mississippi……………

---Our motorcycle adventure up the Mississippi to it’s mouth in upper Minnesota was over 450 miles one way. But we spent two leisure weeks riding both sides. So it wasn’t tiring. Each day was just a short hop on the ole Panhead. We were soon pushin 40. So figured if’in we were going to spend another vacation laying on a cold squishy air mattress on the cold hard ground, in a kid’s one person tent, we’d better git to gittin. Most of the time it was warm and soft for me. I slept on top or all over Dollie much of the time!
---According to my precise calculations, using our Insurance Company free atlas, showed it was twice as far to New Orleans from home. There were no such things as GPS’s or computers then. And since space was tight, the atlas was tossed in a corner before we left home. After all, how many ways is “down the river“? After getting there, we had to come all the way back the other side. Seemed simple enough. The packin began. The beggin Dollie’s Mom to watch the kids for another two weeks began. Glad she loved me and was willing. This time our motorcycle adventure was in mid July, company vacation. Hot enough for Dollie to git nearly nekid! And nearly nekid she did.
---Going south near Keokuk, Iowa, on the Illinois side, roads were un-crowded and scenic. Bout the only things I had to watch for were critters crossin the narrow River Route in southern Illinois. Snakes, turtles, and other crawly creepy things. No time or place for night riding that time of year. Dollie was able to go top down and wear her butt showin shorts much of the trip…other than through small towns and occasional traffic. She forgot and was topless clean through a tiny town along the river. Got lots of smiles, whistles, and hollers.
---As we rolled to a stop just before another hick town a policeman in a black and white rolled up on my left. He motioned me over. Somethin about Dollie being dressed illegally. No top and her ass cheeks exposed. Being a fair, fun loving cop, he suggested she cover her boobs till we got through and outta town. He said something like--- “lean back little lady and let me see what ya got..” ( swear he sounded like John Wayne) Gave us a wave and he was gone around the corner. Coulda spent vacation in Critter Corners, Louisiana. Dollie covered her boobs till we cleared town and we both made sure she was more alert the rest of the trip.
---After awhile, the sun and wind on bare breasts just seems natural and comfortable. Anyway it does to Dollie. Again, we often didn’t see the big Muddy. But followed the Great River roads best we could. We had seen most of the upper Mississippi by car and bike many times before. But most of the lower part below Missouri were new territory for us. We were enjoying the slow ride and the scenery as we got farther into Cajun Country. Spanish moss hangin from trees, Magnolias a bloomin, an occasional Gator laying in wait in a small water filled ditch. Reminded me that we were wearin shorts and thinkin how he was smiling for some reason. Damned no time to break down or crash. But, on the good side, I could run faster than Dollie could! Nope, I never mentioned that to her.
--- Camping in that tiny thin canvas tent didn’t seem like the right thing to do as we got nearer the mouth of the Mississippi. Them Gators looked hungry! We stayed in small campground RV rentals or cabins, and cheap motels. I’m not sayin we were skeered. But being lunch for a Gator did enter our minds. Dollie made me do it. I woulda stayed in the tent right in the middle of them thar Gators. I’ve seen Gator fighters. Looks easy to me. Wouldn’t bother me……Yea right!:eek:
---Dollie did a lot of flashin along the way. Mostly because her titties were bouncing freely against my back already. Wonder I didn’t get burn skid marks up and down my spine. To tease she would often pull my tankie top up and mash those little jugs against me. Made steerin the bike difficult when my tool got tangled in the handlebars.
---Stayed right downtown New Orleans. Our first time there and in French Quarter. First time seein non-biker women flashin body parts right on Bourbon Street and most everywhere else. This was when it was normal and almost legal. Riding down Bourbon Street, Dollie leaned back on the bike seat. setting her titties free. People stood in front of the bike, forcing me to stop so they could take pictures. Again, we never took many pictures back then. But I pretended to.
---Attended a bike nite right off Bourbon Street. Wandered in and out of Honky Tonks and other adult establishments. Seems everywhere I looked, I looked at bare titties. Dollie joined in showing hers whenever and wherever horny people asked. We did manage to take time to finish our bike ride to the end of the Mississippi River, as far as possible. Road sort of ends in a swamp. Two short days and nights and we had to head back up the River and home.
---The northern Mississippi River ride had been fun. This southern route was unbelievable. It was difficult sleepin in the pup tent on the return trip, after staying in real beds. But we wouldn’t change a thing about any of our motorcycle adventures. Yes, it was so much fun we did it again in our car. That time we lucked out and played some real fantasy flashin games.
Okay Dollie wasn't pushin 40 in that photo. Closer to 60.

Wisconsin Dells, a natural area of scenic wonders.
 

Wisconsin Dells, a natural area of scenic wonders.
---Taken over by modern man and water parks, hotels, motels, and other money making things. We’d been going there since late 50’s when the main attractions were River boat rides to scenic canyons and rock formations, and Amphibious DUCKS which traveled through some small lakes and scenic countryside. Even then there were a few small water parks and amusements. But camping was right along the main drag near the City of Wisconsin Dells. We were able to walk most places with and without our kids.
---As time passed, the water and theme parks dominated the scene. Campgrounds were all over, but too far to walk. There are even two State Parks for camping. We had joined a campground membership so were able to camp with the RV cheap, or stay in small RV’s or cabins when we took a street rod. Since there were water parks Dollie wore bikinis often. Gravity, friction, water pressure, Einstein’s theory of relativity, Wayne Newton's law of gravitation, and other natural phenomena magically made clothing fall off or down, displaying female breasts of all ages and sizes.
--- I soon knew where to stand to watch each waterslide and take pictures. If female apparel was still on at the bottom of the slides, landing in the small pool below was sure to dislodge any still on. In her earlier days, Dollie was also one of those water slider’s. As in other stories, she also loved showing off playing games and riding amusement rides. I already wrote several stories of Dollie’s adventures in the Dells.
---This trip was taken by motorcycle in the late 70‘s, maybe 1980. I was 40 and Dollie 38, give or take. Since it was August, and we didn’t need camping gear, we---Dollie---was able to bring more sex clothes. A good thing! We were going to stay a week this time without kids. Sounds like we got away without them a lot. Believe me, it was rare that we did.
---We were learning how to pack the old Harley by then. Even though the weather was already warm the morning we left, we wore windbreakers and jeans. I stuffed two pair of shorts in one jacket pocket and a tank top and Tee shirt in the other. Underwear in my jeans pockets. Dollie did the same. She placed a few pair of shorts, and short shorts in a pocket, and mini skirts and bikini tops in the other. This left the small leather bags on the Harley free for bathroom essentials, like my razor, her make up, and some snack items.
---I-39 did not exist back then. Rt 51, a narrow two lane went from southern Illinois to the Wisconsin line. Nice for slow riding with many places to stop along the way. If I remember, it was around 250 miles from the town near Peoria, where we lived, to Wisconsin Dells. The seat on the 1950 Pan was hard and ours were tender. Also this new Hydraglide wasn’t the smoothest riding Harley invented yet. Well, actually it was then. We needed several stops to de-numb our asses!
---As I remember, riding that old bike was most of the fun. Getting anywhere fast was never important. We had a small cabin rented in the membership campground. After unloading and resting on the small porch a bit, the pool looked inviting. We both slipped into bikinis. Yea, I did! Dollie and her girlfriends got me wearing tiny bikinis long ago. But mine were masculine. Solid colors, usually black or a dark color. Nothing pastel or flowery for me. Besides having an erection and creating a bulge sure didn’t seem girliefied to me!
---Dollie’s bikini wasn’t hiding much either. Both breasts were floating out the cups. We had been warned at this and other membership parks about not dressing appropriately in the past. These were family campgrounds. But we usually dressed like we wanted till warned. Seemed to work out. Weren’t many campers, no kids that I remember, so no complaints. Usually it’s other members who get jealous and b*tch. Don’tcha just love those Holey Roller types?
---I remember only a few older men and women, titties sort of bouncing up and down in the water, like old farts do. I think they called it exercise. And one nice looking young couple. Found out they were around 30. He wore what I’d call a Speedo, she wore a bikini as revealing as Dollie’s. Boobs were medium, more than a mouth full, round, firm looking, and laying on the edge of her Victoria's Secret looking bikini top. A fair amount of pooper was also exposed. I used to notice those details.
---Lookin hawt, we both told them. Somehow boobs and flashing boobs became the topic. I was lovin these people already. To prove we weren’t just talking, Dollie whipped hers out to give them a peek. Since those old people were near, Dollie did the dip-in-the-water-and-raise-up quickly thing to expose her titties briefly.
---After braggin we were there to play tittie flashin games, and how we play them, they both became interested. “Teach us how to play those tit flashing games”, they both said.Music to our ears. We agreed to do just that. We also explained that for safety reasons, many of our tit flashin games appeared accidental and they needed to learn how to do that. For some reason, we also told them about showin ass and pussy to strangers, accidentally and on purpose.
---This part wasn’t something either was going to agree with. Jack said “no way would I let Jill show her private parts.” And Jill said she’d never ever do such a nasty thing! We made sure we understood and explained that it is a rare woman, or couple, who does these things. Just flashin boobies isn’t something many husbands permit. Showing Dollie's private parts took us many years of trial and error, never quite showing IT totally for a long time.
---Since we had the bike, they asked us to join them in their vehicle to go to town and water parks to play some tittie games. It is far more fun playing games with other like minded people. Usually, for us, it was only small bike events, biker bars, strip clubs, and at a beach, where other gals flashed in return. We had taught several other women, usually older than us, how to cut loose and bare their boobies. By this time Dollie was sort of an idol to some other women. Many told us they want to be just like Dollie when they grow up! Even those already older.
---Just got to camp and we could see it was gonna be a fun week. Explained to our new friends---Jack and Jill, that they needed some pre-game training. Get dressed in your wildest play clothes and meet us at our cabin. I’m remembering it being around 4 PM or so by then. I slipped into a pair of short shorts and a tank top. Now don’t laugh, I’ve written this in other stories. But wait a moment. I was fairly well endowed back then. Almost always had a firm cock in public. It tallied out almost 10” when firm and ready to ejaculate! Not braggin when it’s fact. Do ya think Dollie and her little girlfriends loved me for my good looks and money? Besides I am admitting it is no longer big enough or firm enough to have intercourse. Life stinks. Age changes all.
---When in some public places, especially where kids may be, I wore protection. No, not a rubber! I wore a thong type or tiny bikini panties. Let’s use the word pants. Sounds more manly! Like my bikini swim suits, Dollie bought them for me. Solid colors without the frilly lace or pastel colors. I wadded my manhood up into the pouch of the under pants. Of course, this was to keep the dong from crawling out the leg or top of my shorts. Sexy women, and Dollies’ teasin caused that!
---If Dollie or I wanted my prick to show it was a simple matter of slippin it out the top band of the underpants or a leg. Sounds gross and kinky. It was. But sometimes Dollie wanted me to show off too. Hell she demanded it! With new friends, and those water parks, I would feel more comfortable protected. Otherwise, my cock would often peek out when sitting, stepping up, or bending over, when I least expected it.
---Dollie was undecided since Jill wasn’t going to wear anything that showed her ass. Dollie put on her old standby skinny strapped low cut button down blouse. She had many of these years ago. Most are worn out and long gone by now. I’ve described these tops many times. It was what to wear on bottom that made her wonder. An ass showin skinny crotched pair of blue jean shorts.. a micro mini skirt, or a simple pair of cheek showin short shorts. She settled on the short shorts and was lookin good. Remember, she was around 38 and had a nice little smooth pooper back then. Dollie stood there looking puzzled. She said something like this…..“we came here to play our games. I‘m going to play.”
---Remember this was many years ago, but those words are close. Dollie tossed clothes about and ended up putting on a very short micro mini skirt. This thing barely covered her crotch and butt cheeks when standing up. Bending, IT was wide open! As I look back I wonder who trained who? A short time passed and our new friends, Jack n Jill, parked out in front of our rental cabin. We were sittin on the porch. Dollie’s bare ass on the porch swing, her tits mostly exposed. Jack n Jill loved Dollie’s clothing of choice. Wasn’t sure if they’d still want to play games or run away.
---Jill wore a tight pair of hot pants. Her small cheeks exposed and lookin fine. No pussy games for Jill! Jill had on a similar low cut button down top. Dollie had described hers and Jill just happened to have one. Jill’s boobs were floating, again, on top of a Victoria Secret type bra, lookin great! Also at the pool they were likewise displayed. I’m thinkin those babies are firm and fairly large. I want to feel them! Almost together Dollie and I complimented Jill and Jack about her lookin sexy and hot. But we also reminded them we were going out to play tit games and flash em. You have too many items on for that.
---Yes, flashing with a bra is fine. But flashing accidentally and often needs breasts to be free. Since we were going to teach this couple how to play tit games they were going to have to do what we said. We both said “get that bra off, Jill.” Jill did. To our amazement her boobs disappeared into her low button top. They looked soft and squishy, more than a mouth full, but not what they had appeared. But, hey, tits are tits. We are here to teach them to show those puppies, no matter what shape or size they are.
--- Jill was a good sport. Dollie told her to begin unbuttoning her blouse until her boobs once again began to show. For a 30 year old, they were hanging nearly to her waist. Dollie told Jill to bend over. Then jiggle. Her titties became full and it was exciting watching them wiggle. Dollie instructed Jill to stand up again and squeeze her arms as if she were cold. Again, nice.
---I stood next to Jill. I told Jack to watch closely. Standing on her right side, I put my arm around Jill’s neck and on her left shoulder. Carefully I snagged her skinny strap and worked it just off Jill’s shoulder. I then asked Jill to walk around and move about. The strap slipped to her elbow revealing her left breast completely. I reminded them both that I was now 10 feet away. This had to be an accident. A few more instructions and we were ready to play tit games.
---Our new friends Jack and Jill had a few surprises of their own. Jill said she’d like to wear a mini skirt also, without panties. Jack, appearing sort of shocked, told Jill to do whatever she wanted. This was perhaps a once in a life time opportunity, Jill said. They admitted that Jill wears revealing tops, hot pants, and mini skirts when they party. Although Jill admitted she wears panties under her skirts. Jill also admitted she always wanted to flash but was afraid to try it. Why not get wild and show boobys and ass?
--- But, Jill only had one skirt with her. It was knee length. Dollie to the rescue. She brought two micro mini skirts. Both blue jean material. Both the same crotch showing length. Dollie gave Jill the choice of the skirt she was wearing or the other. Since each was same length and only slightly different styles, Jill chose the other skirt. She went into the cabin bathroom, changed, and walked out onto the porch. Her cheeks slightly showed. Dollie told Jill to pull the skirt down a bit. A few turns and bends, yea I briefly saw Jill’s pussy, and we were finally ready to head toward town.
---Jack and Jill drove a one ton pick up truck, sitting high. There were small steps for climbing into front or rear seats. The gals sat in the rear of the crew cab truck. Dollie put her foot up on the step, stretching and spreading. She then had to pull herslf up and place her other foot inside the truck to enter. Jack watched. Dollie’s pussy was wide open showing pink. Jack smiled. I told Jack “ see that was an accident. It can happen anytime or anyplace.” As Dollie got seated, both boobs were out and she was sitting on her bare ass on the small rear seat. Jack was lovin it. I repeated--“an accident Jack.”
---Jill did pretty much the same as she got in the passenger side where we were now standing. Both titties sort of rolled out. Again, I saw Jill’s pussy. This time showing pink. I thanked Jill describing her display and told her that it’s that easy nearly anyplace. Jill was embarrassed but admitted she enjoyed showing off. Same gal who just a short time ago turned beet red and said she would never show her pussy to anyone.
---To be continued-------- Okay friends, these are supposed to be motorcycle adventures. In reality, we only used the motorcycle to get to point A and back home. Our stories are adventures from our closet. As you notice, they involve Dollie teasin and showing body parts in public. I do hope these are the kinds of stories you want to read.
---I could tell about my stupid adventures using the Panhead Harley as an off road bike, climbing hills and running up and down creeks. Found out it didn’t climb the same hills as those off road bikes did. Or trying to crank the throttle wide open on curvy roads that Rice Rockets could barely handle. But those are just regular motorcycle stories. Mine have to involve pussy, tits, and ass.
---Our adventures in Wisconsin Dells with Jack and Jill will continue at the water parks and other public places. Will Jill flash others? Will Jack see Dollie’s pussy again? Will Jack and Jill see my hard cock hanging out of my short shorts? Were Jill’s titties really as soft and pliable as they appeared? How would I know? Stay tuned. I need a break as the World turns.
Keep in mind we no longer have older pictures. I'm using later ones to show the clothes Dollie wore even back then.

Our Motorcycle ride to Wisconsin Dells continues
 

Since moving my stories from site to site and the natural moving of them to the top when comments were made, many are out of order. This is partly why I repeat with notes. Either find the oldest or just enjoy these as they fall.


Our Motorcycle ride to Wisconsin Dells continues----Or will Jack and Jill become good booby game students?

---Our story continues as we prepared to go to the water parks, other amusements, and practice booby games with our new friends. Meeting Jill and Jack only hours earlier, we had progressed with our game plans rather quickly. While riding the few miles to the largest water park, there were giggles and plans being made by Jill and Dollie. But, we were hungry. Hadn’t eaten since leaving home that morning. Still, where to stop with two women dressed like hookers? I knew exactly and mentioned the pizza joint next to the lake we’d gone to years before. (see Dells story) Dollie remembered and hoped the same people were running it.
---I instructed Jack how to get there and quickly told our earlier tittie tale adventures there. By luck the same cook/owner and male waiter were there. By luck they remembered us--- Dollie and her boobs. Dollie’s and Jill’s clothing were an immediate success with those two men and a few male customers eating pizza. We were seated and told Jill and Jack that this was the perfect place to be initiated flashing boobs… or anything else she felt comfortable showing.
--- Dollie instructed Jill to watch and do what she did. Dollie first, then both girls leaned forward, elbows on the small round table, their titties rolled out onto the table. Both gals were basically sitting on their bare asses, and that was easy to see. First to notice were the two middle aged men across the room. When the waiter came out to take our orders, he brought four large iced draft beers on a tray. Pointing across the room, he said compliments of fans.
---This was the same place Dollie and I got free pizza and drinks a few years back. We could afford this place! Our waiter was just as friendly and wild as before. He placed my beer and Jack’s in front of us. He placed Dollie’s ice cold draft and Jill’s between their bare titties. The gals giggled and screamed. Then thanked the waiter. Off to a great evening and tittie game training session. Things got blurry the rest of the meal. I know we ate pizza and were served more free beers.
--- I believe both gals walked toward the door as we left and mooned those men and employees. Mooned may not be the word for showing pink! First stop and this young gal, Jill, was showin boob freely and showin pussy! The gal who said she wouldn’t think of doing such a thing hours earlier. The powers of Dollie!!!!!!!! We made our way to the largest most popular water park and wandered around. Both gals carefully leaned over to tease men by showing their boobies and not their asses .
---Then off to the rides. Dollie and Jill rode the various rides that tossed them about and caused titties to be set free. Jack and I watched, as did an ever growing crowd…mostly of adult men. Like other places, the gals were begged to stay on the rides longer. Titties got knocked around and bruised so it was time to stop riding for the day. It was off to the Fun House and Museum of Horrors. Both places were not a great choice considering they were wearing those micro mini skirts…and nothing more on bottom. Remember, both attractions have an air chamber near the end, in full view of anyone standing below.:eek: Dollie knew this but Jill apparently didn’t. I’m not sure if Dollie was being ornery, scared, or just temporarily frozen in place. But she stopped right in the middle of each air chamber, with Jill right behind her, screaming and attempting to pull her skirt down from nearly her head. Yes Dollie’s skirt was likewise raised.
---As the girls were invited to go through again, and Dollie was willing, two security guards walked up. Both gals were told that they are not allowed in those funhouses again dressed as they were. So much for funhouse fun. Probably a wise choice since the crowd was growing and real cops might show up anytime. As is normal, time to go someplace else. By the time we went back to the campground Jill was a professional bobby and pussy flasher. She did good!
---Most days all that week we went many different places with Jack and Jill, playing our booby games and showin pussy. Sadly we never got to ride the hot air balloon as we had other times.(another old Dells story) One evening we had been drinking too much wine and beer while in Jack n Jill’s RV. As alcohol sometimes does it causes everyone‘s clothing to mysteriously fall off. That‘s when I found out Jill‘s titties really were quite soft and mushy. That‘s when Jill found out I really was hung.
--- Jill was wanting sex, Jack was wanting sex. I was wanting sex. Everyone was wanting sex with opposite partners. Drunken Dollie wouldn’t give in. Jack did the two finger disappearing act with Dollie and I with Jill. We all fondled and felt the other’s partner. But never got any nookie. Still, that’s not a bad thing. I used to beg Dollie and do my best to get her to swap. At this time of our lives we are both happy she was stronger than everyone else. But I’ve written this many times before.
---This Wisconsin Dells adventure was a fairy tale fantasy come true…as many seemed to be during our days together. A few days Dollie and I took a motorcycle ride throughout the beautiful Wisconsin rolling hills. We stopped at many interesting places and scenic spots. Took tittie pictures and actually acted like civilized tourists from time to time. Boring! And many days and evenings were spent training and retraining our friends on how to show female body parts to unsuspecting tourists.
---Some trips and vacations we could never seem to get connected with anyone. Sometimes it was even impossible to play flashing games. Unknown forces, magnetic fields, luck, and possibly horny strangers suddenly come into our lives and the games begin. You can’t plan this stuff. As I’ve said many times before, your partner has to be dressed to play games and willing.
------------------Titties are magnets….tit magnets. Again, the motorcycle ride back home was uneventful and fun. How'd I know I'd someday write a topic about tit magnets? There's that familiar blouse again.

THE NAKED BIKE RIDES
 

THE NAKED BIKE RIDES
---Bought the old Panhead Harley in 1965. Sold it to a friend in early 1994 before moving to Florida. Damned why’d I do that? Rode that bike 29 years and made many memories. There were several years in between when it sat because of other hobbies… mainly work, street rods, tit games, and camping. Replaced a few tires, chains, and batteries. Had some tune ups, rebuilds, and was always tinkerin on it. Never really knew what made it tick. Just rode the snot out of it and kept it shiny. That bike was good to us. Why did I desert it? :mad:
---As you may know, we used the bike to play many booby games over the years. My perverted mind was always spinnin round. This was when we were very young and innocent…sort of.


-----------THE FIRST NAKED BIKE RIDE------

--- One evening Dollie and I were camping someplace down south in the boonies with the pup tent. Yea we were young. I was wearing only short shorts. Dollie came out of the tent naked. No one was around. I climbed on the ole black Harley and told Dollie to climb on behind. She hesitated, but did. She didn’t think I was going anyplace. I wasn’t at the time. I turned on the key and jumped on the kicker. Next thing we both knew I was riding through the small deserted campground and down a country road. It wasn’t yet fully dark outside.
---Met a few vehicles going the other way. Don’t believe anyone could tell Dollie was naked. For some reason I just kept riding till it was quit dark out. Nothing around except woods and nature. Then I came upon a small opened bar. Pulled up in front. There were maybe six or seven bikes parked near the door and a few pick up trucks. No one outside. Dollie kept begging me to get out of there. I could tell by the fear in her voice I’d better do what she said or there would be no end to the tongue lashing later.
---I headed back the way I’d came. A few of the bikes and a pick up truck left the bar, not far behind us. Both bikers pulled up behind and began playing with their headlights…bright to dim and back. After scaring the hell out of us and teasing, they pulled alongside for a look at what they thought they were seeing. Dollie proudly leaned back and gave them a long look. Both bikers gave us a fist up, yelled and went on their way. The pick up truck was now right on my rear---Dollie’s bare ass! Must have been several men in it. They hooted and hollered and went around us honking their horn.
---Got back to campground and got the ass chewin of my life from the love of my life. We laughed about it. Climbed in the tiny tent and giggled some more. We fucked and Dollie admitted it was a turn on. Of all the things that could have happened…. We must have lived our lives right!;)
Yes, there were even more naked bike rides.

RIDING BARE BACK
 

RIDING BARE BACK

---There were many other times I got Dollie on the bike naked after that. Most often it was just a scoot around some small secluded, or nearly secluded, campground. Usually after dark and just to be daring. Considering what Dollie wore during the daytime, most campers couldn’t tell Dollie was naked, as we rode by their RV’s. Those were all just quick rides to cool off and get kinky for our nite games after we crawled back inside the tiny one-man pup tent.
---Many a cheap dollar air float deflated because of those night time activities. We usually carried several just for this reason. These were not air mattresses. Just those el cheapo floats for playin at the beach. They squished flat in the wrong places and made noises as weight shifted on them. Not really comfortable for sleeping…or playing.
But I was usually on top and Dollie was soft. The good thing was they were no bigger than a wallet when new. ---Some of the longest rides we took with Dollie totally nude on the bike were in the Smokey’s from central Illinois. This was during a few trips across the Blue Ridge Parkway. Dollie was nearly always topless so removing her short shorts or bikini bottom took seconds. The Parkway didn’t seem as crowded back in July/August in the late 60’s and 70’s. We rode many day trips from campgrounds, taking side roads up and down mountains and valleys, rarely meeting anyone in vehicles or bikes. Those were the times Dollie bared all.
---Yes, we did occasionally meet someone who stared in disbelief as we passed each other. But most never noticed. We also met a few single bikers, and couples, while parked on over-looks, admiring nature. Most said they enjoyed the view of nature they were getting as Dolllie posed for nude pictures. Keep in mind we were skinny kids in our 20’s and 30’s. Things were much different then. And there were no cell phones, digital cameras, or other devices like that. We used film cameras, as did others. Sure we posed for pictures for tourists when asked. Ever wonder where all of those pictures taken by strangers ended up? Never even worried about it in simpler days.
---CAUGHT ----Yes, a few times I remember getting caught with that naked biker riding behind me. We were riding into the campground very late, Dollie nude. Met a Ranger at the entrance. At first he was speechless, then lectured us on life, the laws, and wild animals. We were told to get in the tent and stay there till morning. And Dollie better be wearing clothing when he saw us again. She was and he was there to greet us. Had some good laughs and shared some stories about bears, bare butts, and skinny dippin in the nearby creek. We were invited to go down a trail a short distance and swim nude in the cold mountain creek. There was a wide deep pool where locals went to swim and bath----naked. No one was there the time we swam…naked.
---It seems like everything we did…and did wrong…came out like a fairytale fantasy. Nothing to do with our motorcycle adventures. But a similar swimming story. Yes it is in the topic GETTING CAUGHT. We were traveling by pickup truck this time. Dollie and I were playing in another cold fast running creek someplace farther north in the mountains above Gatlinburg. Of course, she was topless. Three hillbilly couples, complete with bib overalls, wandered in the water where we were. They began tossing clothes on the large rocks in the creek, around them. They had soap and shampoo. The creek was foaming and suds were rolling downstream. The three couples were making a lot of noise, waving and yelling for us to join them for a bath. A Ranger came out of nowhere. He promptly chewed them out and made them all leave. He explained to us, after Dollie put on a bikini top, that those hill folks worked hard, got dirty, and came here to bath nearly every day. And nearly everyday he ran them out.
---So many memories, some clean and some dirty. There were other short bike rides with my naked partner while camping in Missouri and Arkansas. As well as others nearer home. Dollie riding nude in our motorhome, cars, and trucks, could fill a book.
---NEWER NAKED RIDE As recently as my birthday Jan 19th, 2011 she rode in our pick-up truck naked 40 miles through Florida horse country, after leaving a place called Cafe' Risque', a totally nude strip club. She'd flashed her tits and her pussy there for hours so was already in a rather kinky mood. At this time Dollie was changing into something decent so we could get a drink on the way home. I'd convinced her to just ride naked part way through the country.
---I passed a tiny grocery store in the country where I had to make a stop, then turn right. Nothing else around. Several black men in their 30's-40's (?) standing near pick up trucks. I threatened to pull in and pretend to ask directions. Dollie didn't care! Thinking what could happen, I kept driving. Thirty years ago I would have stopped!
---Next I will tell about Dollie riding topless and sometimes naked with many different bikers at the private biker campground during bike events. On private property and a clothing optional campgroud, there was no worry about the law.

CLOTHING OPTIONAL BIKER CAMP
 

CLOTHING OPTIONAL BIKER CAMP -Nudity preferred.

---Not many years after we retired and began going to bike events we saw a small poster advertising a clothing optional biker campground. A small private home with a few acres in a secluded setting. I wasn’t exactly sure about this. The love of my life was thrilled at the thought of it. It wasn’t far from a few of the famous biker hangouts and I sort of knew where it was. Bike Week had just ended. Until now, we’d been camping at a State Park or a membership campground. Each at separate ends of the biker action. Staying part time at each made seeing almost everything more accessible.
--- Cops still turned their heads when wild women played in the streets. Dollie was into flashing bikers nearly everywhere we went and ran around barely covered at the campgrounds we stayed. No one complained yet. But at least this would keep her from getting kicked out of camp. I called the number and talked to a very pleasant kinky man. He and his wife were into the swinging/nudity scene and wanted to have bikers join them at their place for events. There was a catch. Everyone had to ride in on a bike or trailer one in. Bikers only!
--- I used Dollie as my sales pitch, telling him she is hot and loves running around showing her large boobs, even letting others fondle them. I explained that just because we didn’t have a bike didn’t mean we were not bikers. He explained that most bikers were groups of two or three men alone, staying in tents. He invites a few single horny women to attract the men bikers to stay there. Dollie would be a welcome addition. He told us to come to the next event and he’d let us stay to camp…on trial. I should have been a ploitican!
--- Needless to get into details, we were signed up as lifetime members and automatically reserved for each new event. At this time we were camping in nothing more than a Chevy van. Not a RV or camper type. Just a low roofed van with a sofa that folded into a bed. I added an airbed on the sofa, micro wave, lights, and other necessities. Even had a small heater and a home AC unit in rear door window. I'd bought my first van just to pull a trailer to move to Florida. But this van was a handy weekend camper.
---At this primitive campground there was no electric and only porta-potties and two open air hot water showers. We made do. On cold nights I ran the van heater on high till we got parked at camp. That and our body heat kept us toasty most cold nights. We usually created more body heat than needed after looking at girls all afternoon. Well that and Dollie showing off to bikers.
---For several years it really was a nudist park setting. Almost everyone, including men, were naked or at least topless. The night time activity around the fire pit and at a few camp sights became wife swapping and orgy adventures. Dollie never removed her bottoms for years. But was almost always topless, day and night. There were naked bike games and beer/pizza parties. It was fun and the crowds grew for many years. It was one of the first times I was offered beads to show my cock. Actually they were plastic marijuana leaves on a string. Still have them. A couple of topless hotties camped in a small group came running to see us. We had just parked our van and were taking a short walk around the small grounds. I was wearing short shorts and no underwear, which was typical for many years. At places like that, I’d pull my shorts up until the head of my penis peeked out the lower leg. It was out.
---But those kinky near naked gals wanted to see more. They came running across the grass to say hello to Dollie and I. Dollie was also topless. Removed her top as soon as we pulled up and parked. Remember, we wanted to make a good impression and be able to return again. With their large tattooed titties, I had no problem getting a raise out of myself, as I pulled my shorts leg up, exposing my prick. We found out later, these women were among some of the wildest camped there. One grabbed my cock, squeezed it, and stroked it briefly. I was going to love this campground!
---We were invited to their four RV units camp site back in a corner for later fun and games. All were into swapping and the good stuff. They even had a generator and disco lights. Parked in sort of a square with tables, chairs, etc in center. We did visit them during the daytime now and then. One time Dollie wore nothing but a micro mini skirt while visiting. One of the gals pulled it up, as two men sat in the side doorway of a van, at pussy height to Dollie’s pussy. One guy rubbed Dollie’s pubic area and offered to check her oil. It was always interesting. As you notice, these people never asked. They just did what turned them on.
---Dollie became popular with the bikers, married and single. At first it was my idea to get tit pictures with as many bikers as we could as they came in for the event…and left when it was over. It also became popular and expected by them to hold and fondle Dollie’s booby’s during the photo shoots. In fact, many bikers came to us even before setting up their tent or RV. Often in groups of two or more. Like our early tit posing days.
--- Even before any picture taking was mentioned, it was hello and they were fondling Dollie’s titties. Word of mouth meant we rarely had to ask new bikers as they came in. Seems like someone was always playing with Dollie’s boobs or talking about them. She was offered rides into events or around the campsite. Dollie often did take them up on short rides through the 6-7 acre flat, wide open campground, topless and naked. Other campers would take pictures as Dollie and the biker passed by their campers. Farthest she ever rode with a biker was the few miles to Cabbage Patch Bar and back, mostly topless.
--- Here are a few exhibitionist pranks some of the gals played. There was an entrance gate with a few members who checked everyone in. Some non campers got free shows as they made deliveries. Those who had to return several times seemed to enjoy their brief visits. The Pizza delivery guys, the LP cylinder delivery man, the young guys delivering fire wood and stacking it near the fire pit, the sanitation men in the big garbage truck, and the pooper-cleaner-outer who was there every few days.
---The naked ladies would visit and tease these men as they attempted to do their jobs. Dollie often seemed to be among them! These were some of the kinkiest orneriest gals we'd ever met. And we met plenty! One trick some of the gals did was hurry into the porta-potties when they saw the sewer pumping truck arrive. They’d be standing or sitting in the toilets and wouldn’t lock the doors or answer when the men yelled or knocked. Almost always got a beaver shot or other view. Yes, these were fun loving campers.
---A few words about camper units…RV’s . The mode of travel and type of RV used at those events suddenly changed. Most were originally small to midsized tents and pop-up RV's and a few 20-25' RV's at largest. After about five years, we advanced to a Dodge high topped van for a year and a 21’ RV trailer. Later a Dodge quad-cab to pull the small RV. But others, at this campground, and everywhere, were now driving luxury motor coaches or huge toy hauler RV’s and fifth wheels. Behind these were enclosed bike trailers. Many pulled larger closed bike trailers with an extra pick up truck. Days of bikers riding in with pup tents was mostly over.
---This tiny campground was becoming over crowded. Less bikers were riding in and very few were staying in tents anymore. Wasn’t only there. Bikers changed as bike events did. Not only didn't bikers ride 500 miles or more to events, they didn't ride 50! Also the rules changed at the campground. The law kept forcing changes and there were many court hearings. Police, reporters, and County bigwigs would randomly arrive at the campsite. Somehow the owners were always tipped off and naked campers covered up. Over the years, arguments, perverts trying to force their games on others, a few getting pissed because they had to do all of the planning and organizing of games and parties, and small groups who snubbed others, caused many regulars to stop attending.
---When the bigger rigs showed up, they were more into Rice Rockets and riding. Few campers were nude or even topless anymore. Dollie was often the only female showing skin. Even the owner stopped going topless. Finally the owners got a legal permit for nude event camping. Not feeling it was 100% the reason, we could no longer camp there because we had no bike. We believe it was a few jealous wives who got fat over time. So much for a life time membership and going every year from almost the first campout.
---And it really wasn’t fun anymore. It’s been several years since we attended that private biker camp. But I’m sure we aren’t the only people with fond memories of campouts and booby games there. Aditional problems after that were we dropped out of the membership campgrounds and those parks were getting expensive when we began paying the regular fees. The little used State Park became popular as more bikers began using RV’s. Reservations were now required. We don’t like or get reservations. So it was getting impossible to get in at the last minute for events. We never knew a year ahead of time if we were going.. or would be alive!
---A booby lover saved the day…or days. He met us at a biker bar where Dollie had just won second in a Tee-shirt contest. (actually a tie) He mentioned he loved tits and owned a nearby motel. We began staying at his small motel at a very reduced rate. All Dollie had to do was wear revealing tops to keep his attention and our prices low for Bike and Street Rod events. This proved very convenient for events. Not as much fun, but warm and dry. Yep, there is a story about our motel booby lovin friend buried in the closet.
---We have thousands of stories in the naked city (closet). Most are repeats because we played the same games over and over for 50+ years. Different places, different people, making repeating boring. I’m digging deep into our closet, and my widdle perverted mind, to select those stories that are different when possible. Sometimes Dollie will mention something from long ago and a story soon reappears. :)

THE SHIFTER BALL
 

------------THE SHIFTER BALL

---As you should know by now we rode a 1950 Harley with the fairly new style 74 cu. Panhead engine and Hydra-Glide front end. It was also near the last of the tank shift models. Those not familiar, there was a bracket with a chrome lever and large chrome shift ball on top. Being a lover of antique cars I liked my black tank shift bike. Dollie did to.
---Dollie normally rode wearing very short shorts with a narrow crotch and a tiny blouse or halter type top. We were in our mid twenties and always in an ornery horny mood. Dollie was posing for me someplace in a remote area, probably topless, for pictures. For some reason she was straddling the fuel tank. This caused her pussy to spread wide open and be in view out the side of those shorts. I don't even remember who decided to do what happened next. She was ornery so it could have been her idea. Dollie was soon over the shifter ball and teasing me. I do remember daring her to sit down on it. One of us had to put something on that large chrome ball to lubricate it. What it was I don't remember. Maybe just her natural juices. All I know is she was soon bouncing up and down, that ball completely inside her pussy.
---We were in an empty parking lot, most likely at a deserted roadside park or scenic overlook. Up till now, this took only a minute. But of all times, a car with two young couples pulled in next to my bike. Of course, they had no idea Dollie was impaled by that hugh shifter ball. That is until they got out to check the bike out. Dollie just sat there, pulling her shorts over her lips the best she could to hide her predicament. Again, by chance, these were old school bikers. They noticed the shift linkage and giggled when they realized where the lever and shift ball were. Seems like they asked to see Dollie in action getting fucked by an old Harley. Even the gals asked so Dollie did what seemed right, she fucked herself while two young couples watched. Right there on the old Harley tank.
----As Dollie got off---- while on the bike-- and getting off the bike, all four watched closely as that big chrome ball emerged from two wet lips. But it wasn't over. Both guys begged their partners to try it too. One did and I enjoyed the view and her show. Dollie performed this act several more times over the years at small biker bar parking lots and around rally campgrounds. Yes, a few other gals fucked my Harley too! Try this with a late model motorcycle!

RANDOM SURPRISE STORIES
 

As the title says, you are about to find many different types stories from our past. I just hope some of them fit into this forum.

WARNING---DIRTY MOUTH AHEAD….!
---After many stories and requests for details I now write like a filthy X-rated story teller. When I first started this closet group I never intended to have more than a few topics. I know I wrote this before.
---In the real world Dollie and I use few dirty words. The first stories were fairly dirty mouth free. But many people in these stories talked with dirty mouths and a lot of members here made comments in private messages that they like the nasty, or dirty mouthed parts. Dirty talk in adult stories and real life adventures with adults stimulates the mind and body, adding to the excitement.
---I believe most of those people we played games with used foul language just for the shock value and to appear nasty. I call it biker bar/Sailor talk. So in time I wrote stories using more and more dirty mouth language. I even went back and dirtied up some of the earlier stories when members began liking our dirty mouthed writing. Amazingly Dollie has never been interested in my computer but since I joined this group she even comments back.
---So be prepared in the following stories for our dirtiest dirty mouthed adventures. Keep in mind also, these games happened from late 50’s thru 80’s, mostly around lower Lake Michigan. We did go as far as upper Door County and Washington Island at times on the Wisconsin side. On the Michigan side, above sleeping Bear Dunes and even around the Lake a few times in our other 1955 Chevy. Since these games happened over a 30+ year period these are only a few samples. And since there are only so many ways to flash, fuck, and enjoy the beach, I try to keep to the most interesting and shocking stories , most randomly written.
---Hopefully none are repeats from earlier topic stories. Just remember for every story here there my be hundreds just like it untold. Also remember that what was actually said may be different than what is written. It may have been even raunchier! And there were vacations when nothing exciting happened. We got where we stopped planning games. Just dressed to fool around and let nature take it’s course. If dirty mouthed language and behavior bothers you, now is the time to GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE.

---------------Yet another pre-introduction................

-----------------------------------WHY?
I don’t know why I titled this WHY but why not get kinky and enjoy what Dollie was born with?

-----------------------------------ANCIENT HISTORY OF TWO PERVERTS
------------As I continue to look back I see even more things that helped cause me to dream up our sexy games and Dollie to enjoy doing them. Here are a few samples. Most are already here in the CLOSET so I am only mentioning them as reminders how and why Dollie started playing our games. Nursing our first son, seeing others doing it in the open, and accidentally caught with her tit out all helped.
---Of course it all began when I convinced her to wear more revealing clothes. As a teen she was already going without underwear mostly because she hated the granny garments her daddy bought at the auction barn.

In no special order-----------

-----------------------------------------NEW IMPROVED DOLLIE


---Most of this information has been written a number of times. As I began writing more very personal stories, including a few taxi cab stories to come later, I realized you don’t know exactly why Dollie changed so drastically. These figures may not be exact and I am trying to keep it short. Hopefully after you read what’s here you will begin to understand why Dollie and I went sex crazy! Believe me, I am not trying to brag but I can’t help it.
---Besides naturally growing up, Dollie went thru three very dramatic breast size changes when each of our three kids were born, among other physical and mental changes. When we met, Dollie was a skinny ** year old with decent sized yet not outstanding boobs. First son was born Dec. 1958, when she was **. Naturally her breasts filled with milk and grew several sizes larger. Surprisingly they seemed to stay nearly the size as they were when she nursed for several months. Second son 1964, when her boobs grew even larger. 1970 our daughter was born and Dollie’s boobs were roughly soccer ball sized and as firm. Each time they seemed firmer and remained nearly the size they were while producing milk.
---When the first son was born in Dec 1958 Dollie went into convulsions and nearly died. I was told she wouldn’t make it. Miracle number one for us. After our daughter was born Sept 1970 Dollie also had a hysterectomy and some other female type surgery. 29 years old and no more menopause. I guess she went thru what is known as change of life. Dollie got very passionate and sexy. This is when she wore clothes even wilder than I was training her to wear. Now I was begging Dollie to put clothes on rather than wear less. She acted sexier and wanted sex way more. Nothing bad about any of this part!
----Even while dating, I was training Dollie to dress more sexy and act naughty. Her and her young girlfriends taught each other to perform sex while they watched each other and me. All of these things were over more than a ten year period. We hadn’t noticed dramatic changes after the 1970 surgeries.
---After the third kid, 1970, Dollie saw her doctor several times because her boobs seemed to remain too firm and were making too much milk. Dollie said all he’d do is fondle them and tell her they we just fine. She didn’t nurse any of the kids long. Dollie was using a breast pump to remove the milk. The new improved size and firmness was the only thing we all noticed. (Another story about what happened to the mothers milk is here.)

---- After the 1970 surgery and birth of her third child, Dollie’s breasts seemed four times larger than when we married. That hysterectomy and other surgery caused changes that I really didn’t like. Her pussy seemed four times larger too! Dollie’s pussy tightened back up shortly after the two boys were born. Up till then I could hit the knob at the bottom of her pussy. Yet really not a bad thing since I could now bury my penis easily, she no longer screamed, and it didn’t hurt. I do remember now that’s when she seemed to be masturbating even more than before. Plus begging me to fuck and masturbate her more. Also, not bad things. Not sure about the time period, but this could be when she began refusing getting semen on her body and started using dildos and other play things more.
---We were both now super proud of her body and she loved showing it. At 30 years old this was not the girl I married! Breasts her size were uncommon back then and she got way more attention than either of us wanted. From 1971 thru about 1987 she grew into a very filled out and sexy woman, mentally and physically. Keep in mind, this all happened slowly and we really never noticed the changes at first. I was having too much fun with her.
---Then more intestinal problems, weight gain, bad varicose leg veins, and several exploratory surgeries. Games over. In 1989 we adopted our first grandson which added to our life changing ways. After retirement in 1994 it’s almost like Dollie was another person. She was saying she’s too old to dress like a sl*t. But old men were slobbering and begging to see more of her. Young bikers started paying attention and fondling her. Too old yet feeling like a kid again. Back to that sexy girl of the 70’s and 80’s.
---I believe she changed again after she nearly died after more exploratory surgery, colon surgery, spider bite emergency surgery, and finally a tummy tuck to rid her of those awful surgery scars. Finally having the chance to attend wild bike events and discovering a nude beach just helped her along. So now you see why, in these stories, Dollie was flaunting and sharing her body. I was actually lucky she wouldn’t swap for intercourse. I may have lost her.
----I didn't even realize a lot of these things affected Dollie's behaviour until I got deeper into my stories. The TAXI CAB stories made me feel I needed to explain. Now it makes sense to us. These are all things most people hide in their closet. Ours is wide open to share. Hopefully our stories will help others enjoy life.

BLEACHER BEAVER GAMES
 

BLEACHER BEAVER GAMES

--- Beginning maybe in the 60’s, in our 20’s, we went to a lot of baseball, football, basketball games, plus auto and bike races. Dollie wore her mini skirts and no panties often. At first she wore decent tops. Hadn’t gotten into showing boobs in crowds yet. I believe the first beaver shots may have been accidental. Being naïve, for many years we didn’t realize a lot of people got those Daleshots as Dollie walked up bleachers until people started telling us!
(The word Daleshot came much later around 1995 or 1996 even though they began happening in Dollie's teens. )
I don't know how to add photos in the story and am leaving out most thumbnails so i can get more stories added.

---When we discovered other fans were enjoying the extra entertainment I encouraged Dollie to show more. At the ballgames in stadiums and gyms only a quick look for a few nearby. Of course at the various biker and car events occasional flashing and showing off by other women was normal. Dollie soon learned to copy. Mini skirts became micro mini skirts. Over the years she became quite good at sitting with her legs spread at just the right time and right angle to give someone a nice peek. Most of the time her knees were tight together.
----Before later bike rallys, the biggest event I can remember her flashing her tits and showing men her spread pussy were a few Indy 500 races. Way more than we realized saw her I’m sure. Again she was copying other flashers. Not even considering those Daleshots when walking up the bleachers. Other decent sized events were often at motorcycle races around Illinois. On a smaller scale, stock car and drag races. But at many events there were too many kids near.
---We tried to get an isle seat for obvious reasons, even at the movie theaters. But it was entertaining sitting anywhere when the guys just in front of Dollie happen to get a good look up her skirt and continued to turn around to discuss the event. Other than an occasional whistle or kinky comment most men just looked, not wanting to scare Dollie into covering up.
---I suppose the nastiest responses were while at adult movie theaters filled with mostly dirty old men and very few females. Once the guys got turned on by the movies they’d get turned on and nasty with Dollie. She often responded by granting their requests to see her spread pussy and titties. These had to have been while in our later 20’s and 30’s. I remember telling in stories that Dollie didn’t show her pink pussy or let men touch her boobs until much later. I’d forgotten some of these earlier times. Since most of our games are not written down, I am forgetting dates too.

----PICNIC TABLES. Yes, we spent a lot of time sitting on, not at, picnic tables. We sat at picnic tables to eat and play games. But often Dollie would sit at the bench facing out while leaning against the table top. This was at our campsite and others, on picnics in parks, and when resting along trails and scenic areas. Same view as bleachers. Always quickies.

-----------------------------------------CAMPER CAPERS.
---Anyone who hasn’t camped with an RV may not know all of the bending involved in setting up at the site and again when leaving. There are the times the site and RV are not level. Dollie had to often help put boards, then special Domino looking plastic things down for me to back on. Then she had to put the chocks in place to keep the RV from rolling later. She’d help put out the hose, electric cord, and help lower and raise the awning when we had one. These and more reaching and bending chores often created free shows for nearby campers when Dollie wore her low tops and mini skirts. Even sometimes her tiny crotched shorts exhibited certain amounts of feminine body parts. These things were extra fun or embarrassing when a helpful male camper volunteered to help. Again just quickies unplanned.
Now you see how and why we met fun loving partners for our games. As I often say "ya gotta dress to play to play!"

SALESMEN
 

---SALESMEN

---No matter what they were selling, a salesman was looking to make a quick sale. Seeing female flesh often caused them to offer discounts if Dollie showed more skin. Even before we married, in our teens, she was wearing micro mini skirts and cleavage showing tops, exposing her little titties. Of course rarely did she wear any panties or bra. As far as her boobs were concerned she was still not exposing them completely and no man will ever see her nipples! Yea right! We mostly looked at used cars, shopped for her skimpy clothes, and high heels. These stories are also here someplace. We were discovering how much older men loved seeing a young girl’s pink pussy. (Old men. Like 30-50)
--- Teasing by sliding in and out of cars at a small town dealership was often exciting for us and the car lot salesman. Taller pick-up trucks and tiny sports cars made the best game vehicles. Usually the salesmen never mentioning what they were looking at. But it was often easy to tell. Of course sometimes they only saw skinny bare legs and bare pubic area. Yes, Dollie sometimes was offered a discount if she’d just spread a little farther and remain seated a little longer. That’s when she actually began enjoying those games, even thanking salesmen for compliments. We spent many weekends at car lots and shoe stores. Remember the shoe store footrest?
---Around 1962 I quit my five year old job because the factory was moving to New York. Desperate I became an insurance salesman for a year. I learned a lot about mature lonely housewives on that job. Collecting monthly insurance payments by “taking it out in trade” seemed normal according to other sales agents. This consisted of simply seeing or feeling a tittie, staring at a bare hairy pussy, and occasionally getting oral or actual intercourse. I didn’t do it often because I had to put my own money in to cover the loses and thinking about a husband coming home made it difficult to cum myself! Even my new boss cornered Dollie at our house one afternoon trying to get her to fuck him. Got that bastard fired.
---Of course I already had five years experience living with Dollie and several teenaged girls, all of us learning about sex through trial and error. Even the errors were fun! Dollie and I never kept secrets so I’d tell her every detail about those housewives. This didn’t help convince her to fuck but she realized that teasing others was normal. Another step forward in my fantasyland.
----From being an insurance salesman I sold cookies. Well, it was one of those grocery store cookie/cracker routes. The good thing about that was there wasn’t much sales involved. I was not a good salesman! Now working my second job in public I was seeing how real people are. This was when women still dressed like women. The pretty little mini skirt wearing waitresses in the diners teased and made propositions I could hardly refuse. Being on a schedule and not making much money, I did refuse. I saw men and women in separate cars meeting in the rest areas and small town parks…to talk! And pretty young women shopping in those stores I was stocking shelves, bending over to get cookies off lower shelves. I got my cookies off many times looking at other Daleshots and tits. All of this was more training for Dollie and I.
---Eventually I worked in a gas station part time for years. It was amazing what some women wore to take their husbands to work and how young girls almost dressed. More training for Dollie when riding. She still rides topless and wears short skirts all the way to Illinois and back.
-----As we grew up, we looked at larger motor homes and RV’s. Those sat higher so required two or three steps to get in. Sometimes a salesman stood right behind Dollie making sure she didn’t slip. Strangely only a few actually commented on what they obviously were looking at. Making a sale was important and they had to be a gentleman. This also happened at homes and Mobil homes we’d visit at open house. We knew they were looking but rarely did anyone say anything. There were exceptions to all of these events. Everything written so far aided in training Dollie in playing our games. Nothing happened overnight. Below is a sample.


--------------------------------Sam the Shoe Salesman.
---Way before the modern big box stores the nearby big city had a place possibly even named Big Box or Big Lots. I loved having Dollie dress up and wander around in there during winter or on rainy days to have something to do. Dressing up meant wearing a micro mini skirt without panties and a reasonably low blouse. Usually heels and stockings or even nylons. Stockings were preferred to keep her pussy uncovered. This was normal so she’d often forget it was bare. Dollie wasn’t quite showing her bare tits in public yet in her late teens.

There are already a few shoe store stories here also. But this one is rather cute.
---Sam had been helping Dollie try on shoes for maybe 5 or 6 years off and on starting in her late teens. Sam and I got many beaver shots. Actually Dollie had no hair so what we got were those showing crack and showing pink views. Yes, now and then others saw too. But Dollie tried to put her legs together if others were near. And she also only tried shoes on when Sam wasn’t busy with other customers.
----------SHOE BUYING HISTORY---Sam wasn’t the first shoe salesman to see Dollie’s pussy. I believe the first few times really were accidents. Remember, she wore very short mini skirts without panties all the time. We could usually tell when someone got a peek. Oten I’d stand beside or behind the sales clerk.
---Remember those stools they sat on that looked like a car ramps or a wooden wedge? The sales person sat in front of the customer, putting the customer’s foot up on the ramp to measure it and try on shoes. Shoe stores and shoe departments were normal. Also what was normal until sometime the end of the 50’s were female shoe sales clerks. Strangely, about the time when short skirts appeared male shoe salesmen appeared?????? Dollie refused to go to a female clerk. She said she didn’t want some woman looking up her skirt. Looking up the customer’s skirt was part of the job for a male shoe salesman. And from what several told me, and I saw, Dollie was not the only customer who didn’t wear panties. Other women made a game of this too. That’s what encouraged us to continue. Remember Al Bundy on Married with Children?
---By her late teens Dollie knew that a few male shoe salesmen were getting a look at her pussy. After she got over the shock I decided to trick her. I got Dollie to wear an extremely short skirt to go to one of those Box Stores shopping. Buying shoes were not mentioned. But I convinced her to try on some sexy looking pumps… or heels, as I call them. She resisted but finally said she’d keep her knees tight together.
---To try shoes on customers, the clerks would often lift the right foot to the top of that wedge they were seated on. Many placed the foot on their leg. That’s what happened this time . This placed Dollie’s leg straight out or slightly upward. The left foot would be flat on the floor. Dollie attempted to keep her legs together but it didn’t work. I stood next to the male salesman so knew that he got a good view of her partially spread lips. Every time he’d go to get a few boxes of shoes Dollie yelled at me. I believe a few more stories like this are in the CLOSET.
---Also remember this was their job. They had to be polite and try not to stare or comment. Seems like a lot of the salesmen told Dollie she had nice legs. That calmed her down. Those short skirts up to her crotch made her skinny legs appear even longer. From her teens until 40’s her legs were long and slender. Very pretty. Wearing heels always make a woman’s legs look even sexier. I loved it and Dollie was always getting complimented on her boobs and legs. At shoe stores her titties seemed to be ignored until she later wore lower tops.
----For some reason we went to this one large Big Box Store a lot. In the past she was insulted and embarrassed at other shoe departments so this was the only shoe store she’d go to. Many times a year Dollie would try on shoes. That’s when we met Sam the shoe salesman and became friendly. Of course, show me your spread pussy and I’ll be friends too! It got where anytime Sam saw us near his shoe department he’d talk Dollie into trying on an hour’s worth of shoes. When a second salesman was there he had to take care of other customers. If Sam wasn‘t working Dollie wouldn‘t stop.
---For years we knew Sam was looking and Dollie was loving it. Sam tried to place his seat where Dollie was facing a back wall or something. When other customers were near Dollie put her knees together. Still some got a good view. One time an old woman told me to have my girlfriend to start wearing panties! I think the most Sam ever hinted he was looking was complimenting Dollie on her beautiful legs, mentioning her pretty thighs…and things. I think that’s how he said it.
----After five or six years of teasing Sam the shoe salesman, he called us over to his department as we were passing. Dollie told him we were in a hurry and she couldn’t try on shoes. Sam said he just wanted to let us know he’s leaving next week for a better job. Sam confessed. He thanked us for all the nice looks up Dollie’s skirt and said he’d always remember her. Dollie hugged Sam. Seems like Dollie was 24 or 25 and Sam 45.
---Dollie told me she had to buy one more pair of shoes . She really hadn’t wanted to try on shoes because her skirt was even shorter and tighter than usual. Sitting was a problem. She sat down. Her skirt went above her crotch so that seeing her pussy no longer required looking UP her skirt. Sam sat and put Dollie’s foot up, maybe on his leg. She automatically moved the other farther left and spread her knees. I don’t know how she did it, but Dollie’s pussy was spread showing pink! Sam told us both thanks. He didn’t have any shoes to try on Dollie. Sam went in the back room and came out with several shoeboxes. While he was gone I asked her to reach down and spread those lips wide for a goodbye present. She did. Altho it really didn’t stay spread long. Sam soon had Dollie in position again and at least her lips were showing.
---The normally quiet Sam said “I sure wish I could feel that.” He was rubbing Dollie’s bare foot with both hands then slid them part way up her calf. Dollie took his hands and slid them up just past her knee. Sam looked at both of us. I said something like “go for it.“ Dollie was smiling. I stood near Dollie’s right leg, hopefully between her and anyone walking into the shoe department. No one was near. Dollie slid Sam’s hands up, one on her bare hip and the other maybe to her right thigh. Sam rubbed Dollie’s hip and thigh then rubbed her pussy lips. It was over in seconds. But quite a thrill to us all. Again, Dollie hugged Sam. We shook hands and said goodbye.
-----Maybe a week had passed before we shopped at the Big Box again. Dollie said she wanted to see if Sam was still there. I reminded her that he said he was leaving. But there he was, apparently training a young shoe salesman. Sam told us this was his last day and Steve was his replacement. He told us Steve knows all about Dollie and her special way of shoe shopping. Steve was smiling and said something kinky like----. “I’m looking forward to seeing a lot more of you Dollie.”
---Dollie was grinning and asked Sam if he’d like to try on one last pair of shoes before you go. Without waiting for an answer--- “and Steve would you like to try on the first pair as my new salesman?” Sam went and got a pair of high heeled red pumps, as Dollie took a seat. Steve slid a second wedge shoe chair next to the first. Both sat there staring up Dollie’s mini skirt at her bare pussy. Without asking this time Sam slid his hands up Dollie’s leg and rubbed her pussy briefly. When he sat back thanking Dollie Steve placed his hands on Dollie’s knees with the intentions of doing the same. Dollie said “stop Steve. It took over five years for Sam to earn the right to do that.”
---Seems like Dollie bought the red pumps, we thanked Sam for many years of fun and then left. Not sure why, but I can’t remember ever returning to that store. Of course, today it’s serve yourself buying shoes and everything else.
So many salesmen and others never knowing the fun of washing car windows while a hot babe showing her crotch sits inside, the gas meterman, the water meterman, mailman, paperboy, pizza guy, and others Dollie used to tease, all gone.

INTRODUCTION NUMBER TWO
 

INTRODUCTION NUMBER TWO
--- I will start adding those quickie things that seemed to just happen unexpectedly. Not really stories at all. As I’ve always written, because of how we dressed and how Dollie acted, these things did happen.
---As I wrote short stories in this new topic I realize many are not short at all. But they were surprises for both Dollie and I. So even before I begin I’ve retitled this topic RANDOM SURPRISE STORIES because most did surprise us and others involved.
---I’ll begin this topic with a little more repeat history of how and why we ended up being sex crazed exhibitionists. Yes, it’s embarrassing but what the hell, we only go around once. Believe me, it wasn’t really planned early on. Even though I never looked really manly, I sure as hell was never gay! It took much begging and threatening before I’d even wear shorts. Then only at a company campout. The least I’d wear swimming were my old men’s style Speedo suits.
We had a tiny city lot for our first five years of marriage. Only chain link fences and not many bushes for privacy. For Dollie to sunbath we went to small lakes and the local rivers where I would fish as she relaxed in regular two piece swimsuits. It wasn’t until after we moved to a larger place with a pie shaped lot when I enclosed a small 50’X75’ section of our backyard next to the large garage with a 6’ corrigated plastic privacy fence and installed an above ground pool, in the ground. Dollie and often one of her girlfriends would spend hours outside while I worked or slept days. (I write girlfriend meaning her old school mates, GIRL FRIENDS.) Of course, they sunbathed topless. Dollie went topless until our kids were at least in their teens. They knew mommy went topless in public. Our daughter griped more about this than the boys did. The boys didn’t pay attention to Dollie.
Trying to make this short, Dollie became friends with several young strippers who gave Dollie some tiny stretch material bikinis. Most were plain solid colors. She and her girlfriends talked me into first wearing them in the privacy of our yard. Next thing I knew I’d wear them in secluded campgrounds and at fishin holes. It felt like wearing nothing. I liked them and so did the girls. I had to keep Dollie and the girls happy. I was getting all the pussy I wanted from many of them! This was also when I began getting a tiny bikini tan which the girls also loved. Sometimes acting feminine was manly!:rolleyes:
---We spent many long weekends and two week vacations around both sides of lower Lake Michigan. We even rode the old Harley up there a few times camping. We loved climbing the sand dunes and walking the miles of secluded beaches that went beyond the State parks. Anyone who’s walked sand dunes knows it’s three steps up and slide two back. From many years of climbing up and down sugar sand dunes we also discovered it’s a good way to see titties! Gals who would never show their breasts would be fully exposed even wearing high topped one piece swim suits while crawling on those dunes. I noticed those things!
---The tiny bikini tops would often let boobies slip out top or bottom of the tops. Aaaw! I was never a dummy about lookin at boobs. I learned who to look at and where to stand or sit while resting in my quest to the top. Early on Dollie learned that I was a tit-aholic. She even told me where to look and why. She still does! Of course, top heavy gals like Dollie just let them hang out after awhile. It really did get aggravating shoving those things back in while trying to get over the hill. Musta seen thousands of titties, large and small, fat, skinny, pointed, and flat, over the years thanks to the sand dunes of Lake Michigan.
---We lived in central Illinois so either side of the lower lake was between 200 and 250 miles. The problem back then most of this was on two lane narrow highways and thru many towns, including Chicago. We finally learned to go straight up above Peoria and Rockford then work our way east north of Chicago. Once you get close to the Wisconsin boarder and make a right, you’ll end up in Lake Michigan. Didn't need no stinkin GPS.
---From the mid 60’s,70’s, and 80’s we mostly tent camped, then had small RV’s. We’d get secluded sites which means no electric and tried to set up right beside the sand dunes. That way we could be wearing our tiny bikinis from morning till night. We’d slip and crawl up over the dunes then walk from morning till night. Well, it depended on the scenery on the dunes how fast we hurried! I can still picture those older perverts staring and taking pictures of Dollie. Like a pervette, she’d just smile and pose for them! More training.
---As we’d walk along the lake my suit would end up rolled to look like a G-string. Dollie’s bottom would also. She’d be topless as soon as we were away from most other sunbathers and hikers. Most of my bikini bottoms were made of some satiny type slippery stretch material which often caused my nutz to slip out below without me knowing it. Dollie usually knew and was as ornery as I. She often didn’t tell me until we’d walked past several giggling girls. After a few guys mentioned my sunburnt balls and grinned, I started checking when others approached from a distance. Of course, still later, I was purposely sunbathing my prick when we did stop alone for awhile. After it got golden brown I wanted it darker so now hung my penis and balls out the crotch or even out the top of the tiny pouch. This created dares and more games.

Story #1 TITTIES AND SAND.
 

Story #1 TITTIES AND SAND. Cumming soon.
--- I’ve already mentioned seeing lots of titties while climbing up and down the sand dunes. This was especially convenient for show off girls like Dollie. Most everyone else saw titties on their own girlfriends, wives, and mothers when the gals attempted to keep them inside whatever they wore. Shucks I remember seeing titties hangin out the bottoms of T-shirts and those type bathing suits with loose waists. Many gals had no idea they were being exposed. Boobs magically slipped out.
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---Funny, I remember very few exposed pussys while climbing the sand dunes. I’m sure it also happened but perhaps I was so into titties I wasn’t looking between their legs! Too late now. I’d never make it three steps up one of those dunes before I was worn out sliding two steps back! There were those rare occasions Dollie had on a micro mini skirt and refused to change when climbing the sand dunes. Those times were very embarrassing for both of us, yet exciting. I still don't know how we stayed out of trouble all those years.
---For tittie exhibitionists and tit lovers it was like a special treat to play around on those tall sand dunes. Going whenever we could get away was so we both could show off and sunbath along the beach. But we always looked forward to playin on the dunes. We were lucky to have Dollie's mother or my brothers wife to wqtch our kids.
---To attempt to look respectable and keep the “accident” theme going Dollie often slipped her boobies back into her tiny top. For her, this was quit a job anyway. Some of those bikini tops weren’t really big enough to keep her titties in even standing upright or walking. At times just walking thru the campgrounds Dollie’s titties would oz up and bounce out. It's not that they were large it's just that she always bought too small of tops. We've sure seen bigger boobs lately!
---In the 30+ years we camped and played in all of those State Parks and campgrounds I rarely remember seeing a Ranger except at the check-in stations or riding thru the campgrounds to clean restrooms and pick up trash. We rarely had anyone mention that we should get some clothes on and no one seemed offended. I sure wasn’t! No ****, robbery, foul mouths, or people trying to play grab-ass uninvited. We rarely even carried a camera and there were no cell phones, surveillance cameras, or boom boxes. Yep, life sure was different back then.

---------------------------------------CUM LET'S PLAY IN THE SAND.

Camping at the Sand Dunes
 

These first stories are what I planned to add. But as memories returned and I got braver, I wrote a few stories that shouldn't be told. Each seems a little more detailed and just a little nastier. Please don't tell MOM!


Story #2 BOOB BOUNCIN BARBARA
--- Probably a Saturday morning in July. Company vacation shutdown and we were in the dunes of lower Lake Michigan camping on vacation. Early 60’s with an old Army style wall tent and just the basics to keep dry and covered. Maybe 8'X10'. A cheap air mattress, our Coleman lantern, and a couple of ice chests for basic foods. Had one of our favorite campsites right next to a tall sand dune so we could eat a quick breakfast, take a bag with lunch and a few sodas, then head over the dunes to the beach to spend the day skinny dippin, sunbathing, and playin skin games.
----I’ll skip the usual tittie watchin as we crossed the sand dune to the lakeshore. I soon had my penis hangin out the top of my rolled up tiny bikini. Dollie’s bottom much the same and she was topless. Her top would have been in the small canvas food bag I was carrying.
-----We’d met an occasional jogger, sunbather, and hiker, some passing us and coming from the other direction. There she was, big boob bouncing Barbara. Jogging toward us from quit a distance away. But there was no doubt she was topless. Those very large dark brown boobies bouncing up and down, nearly smacking her in the face.
---Being in my mid-twenties, I seemed to have a perpetual erection. Seeing Dollie and other gals topless and nearly naked didn’t help matters. Watching bouncing Barbara jogging, then walking, toward me was the ultimate tittie show. I not only had a full erection, balls and all exposed above my bikini, it was soon aiming skyward in a long crescent moon or banana shape. Sort of aiming toward my belly.
---Trying not to brag, yet letting you know I had a nice sized man-hood of my own back then. This also became a problem trying to hide it in my tiny bikini after it swelled. Of course, you figured I must have a decent sized organ to have a hot lookin babe like Dollie and sexy live-in girlfriends sharing our bed for 5 or 6 years that I was banging regularly. It wasn't my rugged handsome good looks.
---We were far north of the Park boundary and had met very few other people that morning. That woman was topless and wearing a tiny bottom. And no way in hell could I get my cock back into that tiny bikini I was partially wearing. I was around 23-25 years old. Dollie two years younger and Barbara about the same age. I’d never seen a more beautiful more shapely gal before in my life, or since. As far as I know this was before fake titties. But Barbara’s were as phony looking and perfectly shaped as anyone could create. A guy could poke an eye out with those! As firm as they appeared I was staring at them now wondering how in the world they’d been bouncing so high! We’re sure they were real, as they all were back then. At least we always thought so.
---We’d stopped. She’d stopped. We all stared at each other and complimented each on what we were staring at. Bouncing booby Barbara staring at my penis seemed to make it swell even more. It was throbbing. It hurt! No dirty words or nasty comments. We exchanged names and good wishes for a great day and enjoy the sun. That was all. Just a few minutes together on a secluded hot sunny beach with a bronze angel. Or at least what my angel looks like in my mind. Yes, Dollie is my angel too. But a guy has a right to have others.

Men sunbath too
 

-Men sunbath too

----In this same time period, maybe the same vacation, we were again walking even farther north of the Park property line along Lake Michigan. We loved the sun and fresh air. But never did care to just sit or lay around on a beach. We found out that we could see more people and be seen by walking . It also seemed cooler walking on those hot summer days.
----Way ahead was what appeared to be a naked or nearly naked couple standing next to a very large sun bleached tree trunk. Many of the tree trunks laying along the beach had been there so long they were bleached grey and were smooth. Many times they made nice temporary seats or leaning posts to relax. As we got closer we could tell these were two men perhaps 40ish and naked. We also saw that they both had erections and were playing with each other. As we got closer they seemed to masturbate each other even more. Most guys will stop playing around.
---From waters edge to the brush line and woods up the sandy beach is around 50’ or so. With the tree and those two men roughly in the center, we’d still be around 25’ from them as we walked closer to the edge of the water, trying to avoid them. Dollie was nervous. As we were nearly across from them, they both greeted us and walked down to meet us, each still playing with his own prick! We’re guessing both cocks were 6-8” long fully erect. Lucky for me I was turned off by this and mine was limp, yet still larger in size. But unlucky for me, they both commented about my prick and told me “ we’ve seen you two here before. Come back without the woman and we’ll show you a good time!”
---I have no idea what Dollie or I said. But we hurried on ahead. We hadn’t walked ten minutes farther when another naked young guy walked out of the woods toward us. He was a little more friendly. Or was that not as friendly? He said he was there to warn us we were in a GAY area and those woods are often full of naked men performing sex acts. He went on to tell us it’s only a short city block over to the county road. There are a few parking areas and trails down to the Lake all along where we’ve been.
---We thanked him and hurried back toward the Park boundary, several hours away. With luck those first two masturbators were gone. Probably went back up into the woods.

The little trails

---We were now curious. Much closer to the Park boundary, we walked closer to the edge of the scrub brush and the woods area. Yes, we did see several narrow dirt paths headed into the woods. In fact several young people came out onto the beach from a few of those trails. We decided to take the trail that a few couples had just came out from.
----When we heard voices, before coming into the open, Dollie had put her tiny top on and I’d pulled my bikini down reasonably respectable. We were amazed. Within minutes we were standing at the edge of a small parking area with a county road just beyond that. We talked to a few young people, asking about how far the nearest town was and where that road goes.
----Darn we felt stupid. For years we’d walked hours in the hot sun to get this far. We could have driven out of the campground and parked a few miles up that road. We actually only did that once or twice to check it out. One time I believe we’d already left the campground to take a ride and get supplies. In our world it was more fun walking the beach and showing off.
---I believe I’ve already written stories about games we played on some of those small trails. I’ll only add that we went back for years and performed some of our wildest sex acts as we got “caught” on those trails. But only after we caught several couples “in the act.”

THREE BEACH BUNNYS
 

THREE BEACH BUNNYS



-------This also may have happened in the mid-60’s. We were still young and learning, being shocked, surprised, and amazed by other pretty women. Again maybe a mile north of the Park boundary in Michigan dressed as we almost always were. Dollie was having fun daring me to hang my cock out as bikini clad and topless cuties walked toward us. I’m still amazed how I kept out of trouble. Being with a topless woman and times being so much simpler must have helped. I remember writing about some similar games with pretty girls so will make this one short.
---All three were probably 25-30, which we were now near. All were golden brown and slender with nice boobs and cute bodies. Needless to dwell on it, if I didn’t already have a hard on, I did as I watched those six quivering tanned titties walking our way.
---At times like this I can’t help myself. I must have been drooling and slobbering, while staring directly at those titties! We never know what to expect. Most often women like this will just keep walking on by. Other times they at least say hello and maybe stop for a quick greeting. Yet other times we end up talking for a considerable long time, giving me time to get a good look. This was one of those good look times.
---One of the first things I believe they said was “why are you staring at our tits when your girlfriend has bigger ones?” Most likely I said “because yours are beautiful and different.” Something like that. Admitting I have no idea exactly what was spoken I do remember the conversation switched to my erection and “why is your cock so hard?” We talked pussy, peter, tits, and ass for maybe an hour, as other sun worshippers passed and stared. Nothing to do with these stories but I don't remember many obese or sickly people back then. Now the same beaches look like they are filled with beached whales.

-------------------------This is for illustration only. Mississippi Gulf area a few years back.

OLD HIPPY ALICE
 

--OLD HIPPY ALICE
I’m sorry. This short story grew.
---In life and in our world everything and everyone is not perfect. This time in our early 30’s, driving my 1972 Gran Torino wagon and TravelMaster RV trailer. That’s how I remember dates. Again at the dunes State Park in Michigan camping for at least a week in the summer. Apparently all of our choice sites along the sand dunes were already taken or now having an RV trailer it wouldn't fit. Actually many other sites were shadier and more level. But we chose the sites by the dunes so we could sneak out from our camper and up the sand hill already wearing nearly nothing.
---I remember setting up the RV trailer across the campground loop in a nice little wooded area. It was a level end site with water and electrical hookups. In this new site, the nearest other RV was a VW van with an old woman camping alone. I wouldn’t call her fat. I wouldn’t call her cute. I suppose she was stocky with sort of an ornery look on her face. Just the sort of person I picture living in a VW van out on the west coast. It even was painted brightly with flowers all over it. Old Alice called herself the last of the Flower children. She had some interesting stories to tell and we enjoyed listening.
---Old Alice told about the wild pot parties and burning her bra back when she was a teen. In fact old Alice was still braless as a 60 or 65 year old. I’m guessing her age because old Alice wouldn’t tell us. But we didn’t have to guess about old Alice being braless. She mostly wore long hippy type dresses. Bright colored like her VW van. But her dresses, almost evening gown style, were extremely low Vee cut or scooped almost to her belly, exposing most of her very large pendulous brown boobs, which ended near her waist.
---Sometimes Alice wore the same style dresses; moo moos, sack dresses, house dresses, whatever old women wear, also slit up one or both sides to her waist. These didn’t really show much until old Alice sat down. Then it was obvious old Alice didn’t wear any underwear either. Several times while sitting around visiting I saw old Alice’s Beaver, black and furry!
---Those very large boobs of old Alice deserve a little more describing. They matched the dark tan skin of the rest of old Alice. She’d obviously spent much of her life nude or nearly nude in the California sun. Those breasts reminded me of two old footballs with coffee cup sized, nearly black, textured aureoles at the very bottom end. Alice had those bumpy large aureoles and at least one inch long lighter colored nipples aiming downward. Like Dollie, even back then, old Alice was proud of her titties and loved showing them. Sometimes to get attention Alice would squeeze her arms together or fondle her own tits.
---Of course Dollie usually wore halter tops or a bikini top. Since we were now more in the middle of the other campers Dollie wore hot pants and I wore my short shorts. Old Alice also called mine hot pants. In fact she often teased me and said I had hot pants for her because I would stare at her big titties when they rolled out. Being exhibitionists by this time, I knew Alice’s titties and pussy weren’t being exposed accidentally for my observation!
---We liked old Alice and spent a lot of time eating, drinking, and just killing time exchanging stories with her. Old Alice was amazed all the kinky things we’d done for our age. But it seems whatever story we told Alice she had several like it and wilder. Alice said back in her younger days she was fucking every young stud in the campgrounds where she lived, and doing naughty things to the other hippy girls too. She said there were times she belonged to everyone in their little settlement. In a few years her and some guys would wander off and they’d join another group where they traded her for food and shelter. We weren't used to hearing women talk like old Alice.
---Alice said she’d never had any kids, by luck, and was never married. She lost track of all the guys she lived with from her early teens, over the years. After she got older Alice said she had good jobs, settled down, and didn’t need men as often. Alice joked and said I sometimes only lived with two or three at once, after she settled down. She then got bored, bought the VW bus, and began wandering.
---Old Alice asked Dollie if she’d like her pussy licked and could she chew on Dollie’s titties! Dollie wasn’t into that and always said no. But when old Alice asked me if she could suck my cock I just grinned and said “whatever turns you on old woman.” Old Alice gave a mean blow job a few times that week. Alice hinted often that she hasn’t been fucked for years and could sure use a big cock. The most I did to Alice was fondle those football sized soggy boobs and she sucked my cock! Alice would drive me crazy rubbing those large hard nipples on the head of my prick.
---We even walked the beach with old Alice a few times. I left my bikini as it was supposed to be, looking fairly decent. Dollie wore one of her tiny bikinis and a top to match. Seems like old Alice wore one of those old women style two piece suits. Sort of a skirt thing to hide her tummy. Even then with the shelf or built in cup, her tits appeared full and even larger, oozing out the top. We cheated and drove her to the main beach so we didn’t have to go over the sand dunes. Old Alice was flashing people before we got away from the main crowd and begging Dollie to do it too.
--- The next time we took old Alice to the beach I drove up that county road to a secluded parking area where we walked the trail to the lake. It was a two part afternoon. Alice needed some supplies and we could use a few things from a store also. So it was a trip to the beach then the grocery store. Alice and Dollie were topless as soon as we were under the shelter of the woods and remained that way until we returned to my station wagon. I got one of those erections and the head of my cock popped out the top. Without asking old Alice grabbed it and held it as we walked. She’d often pump it saying the thing must be dead, it won’t spit! Alice played with my prick even when men or women walked past us. It was embarrassing.
--- I can’t remember if I ejaculated for old Alice or not. I do remember she harassed and begged Dollie to fuck me so often that we finally did do it as she watched on one of those deserted little trails. Then Alice wanted her turn. Yep, we had some good times with old Alice. By the way, as much as she begged, I wouldn’t screw old Alice. Maybe I should have! But I wasn't that kinda guy!

MUSEUM TIT PICTURES
 

MUSEUM TIT PICTURES

---1975 or 76, Mid 30’s for me. I remember this because I now drove our new 1975 red Ford pickup and still pulled the TravelMaster RV. I’m guessing two or three years had passed since we saw old Alice in the Dunes of Michigan. Yes, this story will eventually be another adventure with Flower child Hippy Alice.
---We were now in Wisconsin Dells in mid October celebrating our wedding anniversary. Something we’d done for years. At first just because it was a place we enjoyed in summers. Later we’d return after we found out this was the time most of the area closed down for the winter and everything was half price or less. Also it was not busy. Having a family and always being thrifty, yet always on the go, we needed to save every penny we could.
--Besides loving to camp together and play sexy fantasy games, we both loved museums, water parks, amusement parks, and scenic places. The Dells had it all. We’d go to the Circus World in Baraboo where we watched the original Barnum and Bailey circus acts and look at early circus equipment. Got some tit pictures of Dollie with elephants, Lions, and Clowns!

----(Side note. After we retired to Florida we met one of the original high wire performers who did his act with his wife on a Harley above the crowd on a tight wire. He performed also with the famous Flying Walaunda’s. His wife ran off with another performer and he ended up dirt poor after traveling the world doing his act.
---He ran a flea market booth near where we live. Of course we didn‘t believe this old guy. He loved Dollie’s boobies and had a plan. He invited us to his place and to go fishing on his 50‘ boat, telling Dollie she could go topless or even nude. The old guy was living with an even older woman who thought having us on their boat would be fun. While at his house he showed us several thick albums of circus pictures. Altho he and his wife were very young and handsome, it did look like the same person. The details about their world wide performances were impressive so we did believe him.}..........Anyone here remember that Harley highwire act?


---In Lake Delton, where we actually camped, there was also a circus wagon and equipment museum, several old car museums, a model RR museum, and other neat places. Also there were those early water and amusement parks, plus many shops we enjoyed in downtown Wisconsin Dells. Add to that boat rides, canoe rides, hot air balloon trips, small plane rides, and even a helicopter ride once… only once!:eek: But as I wrote in other stories, we did take several hot air balloon rides.
---Even the downtown Lake Delton RV park had several large go Kart tracks with discounts for campers. We kept entertained and busy. I’ve already written several other Wisconsin Dells game stories in other posts. Hope to hit briefly on a few other random adventures. But wherever we kept busy Dollie wore tiny tops. After all, the main attractions now were the water parks and Dells boat trips. Tiny tops were always inviting me to take sexy pictures in unusual places. All of above fit that description.
---One day toward the middle of the week we’d gone to the model RR museum and old car museum. We’d been to all of those places many times, usually during summer months. When we entered the antique car museum into the small lobby/souvenir store, there was no one at the ticket counter so we just walked through the door marked ENTRANCE. As I wrote, we’d been there before. We must have spent 2 to 3 hours roaming around while Dollie posed for tittie pictures. I only remember occasionally seeing a few men inside. One seemed to be watching us from a distance but didn’t come closer or seem disturbed.
---When we went out the EXIT door next to the entrance door we were again in the lobby. Now there was an older man behind the counter. When we walked over to pay he said they had already closed for the season and there would be no charge. He thanked us for not touching anything and asked if we had a good time. The man said he enjoyed watching us take pictures and hoped we got some good ones.
----About then the guy who’d been watching us while inside appeared. He also thanked us for entertaining them. We were told there was a false wall along one side and some of the pictures on the walls were one-way mirrors. They were both watching from behind pictures, sometimes close by. He then handed me two season passes for next season, as we left. Of course, this museum and just about everyplace else is now protected by surveillance cameras and is recorded, making it mostly impossible to do what we used to do.

When I started this CLOSET CLEANING group, stories like these were all I was going to tell about. The others were too wild and personal. As our time here on earth comes to a close I figured why not tell? People play worse games.

HIPPY ALICE IN DELLSLAND
 

HIPPY ALICE IN DELLSLAND

-----After a few chilly damp days wandering around the Wisconsin Dells area and playing our tittie games, mostly inside, we woke up to a bright, sunny, warm morning. In mid Wisconsin in mid October it is often dreary, chilly, and cool days, and near freezing at night.
--Short version. In the mid-1970’s things were still not overly commercialized there. Although I’m sure this was a tourist attraction for well over 100 years already. We were staying in a nice public RV park among two Go Kart tracks. It was within walking distance to those museums, water parks, restaurants, and other attractions. And for us, a nice walk across the Wisconsin River bridge to the small town of Wisconsin Dells. We loved camping places where we could just walk to be entertained.
---Since the RV section was nearly deserted I parked our trailer near the center close to a shower/restroom building. With electric hookups we could save LP by using a small electric heater at night. Even the campground was half priced now. Around $10 with water and electric compared to around $35-40 at most places now. Sadly this campground and everything else on that STRIP have been replaced by condos, expensive hotels, and upscale restaurants. I feel sorry for young couples today looking for cheap get a ways and fun.
---Speaking of cheap, we were sitting outside in the morning sun clipping coupons from fliers, brochures, and coupon books we’d picked up the past few days. I was wearing jeans but had removed my shirt to get the last few rays of sun. Dollie wore jeans and a low blouse of some sort. We were clippin and rippin coupons when a brightly colored VW van came clattering toward us on the campground road. As it came toward our site we walked out to see if it could really be old Alice! Even back then there weren’t many multi colored VW vans with flowers painted all over them. Pleasantly surprised, she stopped and jumped out to hug and kiss us both. I mean literally lip smackin wet mouthed kissin and huggin. I’d swear ole Alice was wearing one of the same hippy style long gowns scooped to her navel as we saw her wearing 2-3 years ago.
---As Alice hugged and kissed me, those two football sized water balloon lookin boobies popped out and she was rubbing them on my bare chest. Alice didn’t look a day older. In fact it appeared she’d lost weight and was looking younger. As we asked each other what we were doing here on the other side of Lake Michigan, we told her our wedding anniversary was the 19th, in a few days. Alice said her 55th birthday was tomorrow, the 18th. So much for me thinking 2 to 3 years ago she might have been 65. I was now around 35 and Dollie 33.
---Alice parked next to us, just like before, and she came back over to sit at the picnic table to visit. Again she wore one of those floor length dresses with a slit all the way up both hips. I don’t think it was the same one she’d just had on as she drove up. It was so full that it barely gaped to the knee when walking but exposed both hips while seated. Alice would tuck the center section between her knees. Again, on purpose I’m sure, she occasionally flipped the center section aside exposing her very fuzzy Beaver. Same as before, when seated, both titties often rolled out. Now and then when another RV’er drove by Alice would slip her boobs back in. Somehow they ended up right back out.
------Alice said that after she spends her birthday here relaxing she’s headed to someplace called Cedar Key, Florida for the winter. I remember thinking what a lucky lady, going to the Florida Keys. Ha! Cedar Key is only around ** miles from where we now live in NW Florida near the Gulf. For us it’s always been a small small world!
---We told Alice we were going to take her someplace nice to eat for her birthday and buy her a small gift. Alice took my hand and placed it on her hair pussy. As I rubbed her bush Alice told Dollie that she wants me to fuck her for her birthday present. I’ll admit, ole Alice was lookin good now and my erection was telling me to go for it! Having sex with a woman twenty years older seemed very kinky and wrong. Yet, as I later thought about it, before I was legally old enough I was having sex with prostitutes 35 and 40.
--- I remember Dollie saying she’d pick up all the coupons and fliers while Alice and I went in our RV and celebrated Alice’s birthday. What a great wife! I still wasn't going to fuck that old woman. But, like the time before, Alice pulled my prick out and began rubbing her large nipples on it! I'll admit. I was weak! I left the RV door wide open. Without saying much, Alice and I were soon naked and she was laying spread eagle on the RV bed. But I still didn’t want to fuck old Alice. I had a brain fart. Maybe if I tell Alice I will only fuck her if she gives me a blow job she will refuse! But Alice didn’t refuse! I got my blow job from old Alice. Now I had to fuck her!
---I remember having no problems burying my cock completely inside old Alice in one steady stroke. I wouldn’t say her pussy was large, just very moist and pliable. Alice seemed to be squirting immediately, as I banged away in her. No matter how hard I shoved I never hit bottom. Alice was screamin and hollering about having one orgasm after another. She begged me to warn her before I was ready to cum in her. She must have known I was ready!
---I stopped and got off. I told Alice to get on her hands and knees. I forget the exact words but she was giggling and saying something like “goody, I love it doggie fashioned.” Up until then I was laying between those huge tits but really couldn’t feel them. They were hanging down along both sides of Alice. I had two reasons to get her doggie fashioned. I wanted to try to hit bottom in that hot, wet pussy, and I wanted to hang onto those big boobies.
---I succeeded doing both. Those tits were so large they were squished into the bed as she knelt there. I rode ole Alice like riding a horse, hanging onto the reins for life. I cheated. I started pulling on her nipples and working them with each hand. Neither of us could take this long. As I shot a wad deep inside Alice she yelled she was cuming too! Dollie was giggling and asking me how it felt. I really hadn’t noticed she had come inside and had no idea how long Dollie was watching. But she’d watched me fuck man young girls so this was really nothing new.
---Dollie brought us both Kleenex. But Alice had a better way to clean my penis. She licked and sucked it dry! Then Alice trotted to our RV toilet to drain my semen from her. Not sure how it happened, but I had Dollie over the small dinette table fucking her from behind when Alice came out. Alice fondled Dollie’s boobies and Dollie yelled she was cuming within minutes. A few more stabs and we were finished. Once more old Alice surprised us. Fresh from Dollie’s wet pussy Alice sucked my cock dry once more. We dressed and after a short visit we headed for the shower house then took Alice to a nice restaurant for her birthday lunch.
---Seems like that afternoon and the next day we took Alice for a scenic ride. I also remember giving old Alice her real birthday fuck on the 18th. But the 19th was mine and Dollie’s to celebrate alone. We’d slept late then had sex. Dollie was up first that morning and told me Alice’s VW van was gone. We never saw old hippy Alice again.

THE HIPPY VAN

---Maybe five years more passed. I was 40 or so. Somewhere in east central Illinois or west central Indiana we were camping. At least two different afternoons while riding around we spotted a brightly colored Ford van painted very much like Alice’s VW van, complete with large painted flowers all over it. This one had a small home AC unit sticking out the rear window and no side windows. More of a cargo van. We were always going opposite directions. By the time I got turned around the Ford hippy van was gone. Was this old flower child Alice again?
---Something else we never even thought about until now. For nearly twenty years we have lived around **** miles from Cedar Key, Florida where old Alice spent many winters. We’ve gone to Cedar Key for several anniversaries and several winter antique RV shows at one of only a few campgrounds there. We never saw any hippy vans.
But now we wonder. Old Alice would be near 95 now. Is it possible there is still an old flower child hippy wandering around wearing a long gown with her football sized titties hangin free? We really knew little about old Alice. Yet we knew a lot. Alice was a friend.
----Of course this all happened 40-45 years ago. What was spoken is only a guess. This is how I remember it. Your stories don’t have to be 100% accurate. Just keep them honest and make them exciting.
When I first started these Closet stories I was trying to keep them fairly clean. But members wanted the sexy details so I hope I have been fairly accurate telling them like it is. Please no porn site photos, but like I do, a few animated comment sex photos sometimes adds to the entertainment. It's all for fun.

Our first RV and then MASTURBATOR MIKE
 

Still lots more to Cum.----------------Our first RV and then MASTURBATOR MIKE

---Around 1969 or 1970. Still drove our 1965 Mustang fastback. It was too small to carry our large cabin tent, poles, and camping gear. So now I pulled a small homemade trailer made of an old truck pickup bed eight foot back half. I’d added a goofy looking wooden box complete with peaked roof. This became our very first off the ground camper after years of tent camping. I had added a piece of plywood on top the truck bed for a mattress and storage in front of that. Below, in the original truck bed, was our camping equipment storage.
---With a top-hinged roughly 4X4 plywood door this became our awning and rain shield. Behind that was another screen door. Also had long narrow screened windows on each side with hinged plywood covers on those for cool weather and rain protection. Painted the thing all black to match the Mustang with a green roof like a small comic strips Lil Abner looking house. In her short shorts Dollie looked like Daisy Mae. Okay maybe you’re not that old!
--I would have been around 30 and Dollie 28, give or take a year. I do remember this was our longest trip with our homemade camper. Altho not much more aerodynamic than a stack of bricks, it handled rather well. A Sears turtle pod on top the car probably helped wind deflection. I got one of our favorite lower Lake Michigan Warren Dunes RV sites. Backed in among trees and shrubs we actually had a very secluded spot. Tent stakes in sand never was a good thing. Don’t remember even seeing other people most of the time while cooking and relaxing behind our trailer. I’d hooked an 8X10 tarp on the back of the trailer and to trees for shelter over the picnic table. Of course we both wore our tiniest bikinis and either played on the large sand dunes directly behind our site or hiked north along the Lake. This was big time camping in the late 60's.
---We were now in the habit of checking out some of those narrow trails from the lake shore, thru the woods, to the county road where sometimes there were small parking lots where city people parked to go to the beach. We were also in the habit of flashing those people, even having sex and “accidentally” getting caught in the act along those trails. This was not originally our fault. We were only copying what we caught others doing just off the trails behind the bushes.
---We were walking naked up a narrow trail that morning, at least a mile from the main park boundary. There he was, most likely our age, 28-30, also naked, full erection, masturbating while looking toward the bushes. Like a bird dog, he was pointing something in the distance. The guy was so busy looking and masturbating he didn’t even notice us until we were almost next to him. Seems like I asked him what he was doing. Our voices did two things, scared him and the young couple laying on the sand behind bushes having sex. Laying in dirt is dirty. Laying in beach sand is not because that sand wipes right off.
--- Like us getting caught, they sort of stopped, giggled, then went at it hot and heavy again. But Mr masturbator apologized and tried to hide his hard-on behind his hands. Being fairly well endowed, like maybe 8”, he wasn’t able to hide it well. Dollie told him not to be bashful, she loved looking at his big penis. This convinced our newest nudie friend to move his hands to give Dollie a good look.
---After the initial embarrassment wore off, we exchanged names and talked about nudity and exhibitionism. Mike was like our later Daytona beach friend Dale, couldn’t keep his hands off his own prick! Always jiggling and stroking it. Mike was staring at Dollie and I both, complimenting each of us. Seems like it was me that asked Mike what he’d do if I fucked Dollie right there. He pretty much answered that he’d jack off and watch us. So we did and he did!
---Dollie didn’t want to get dirty so she bent over and I slipped it in doggie fashioned. Mike liked that because he could watch my penis slipping in and out as her pussy opened wide. But soon Dollie began loosing her balance. Yet neither of us wanted to stop now. Not sure who convinced her to lay down but she ended up spread wide on the grassy ground on the opposite side of the trail as the other young couple was. Our friend Mike was trying to watch us and the other couple going at it hot and heavy. Wasn’t long before Mike turned toward the bushes and ejaculated while panting wildly. I didn’t see it happen but Dollie said she did. This got her off too.
---I have no idea when the other couple finished and don’t even remember them leaving. In a very short time I was pumping Dollie full too. As Mike and I wiped our pricks off with leaves, several young couples walked by giggling. Don’t have any idea whether they were watching before this or not.
---Mike asked us where we were parked. After finding out we had walked all the way from the campground, he offered us a ride back. Not trusting strangers, and because it was the truth, we told Mike we enjoyed walking the beach. He begged to meet us another day, asking if Dollie was interested in having sex with him. Of course she made it clear she wasn’t but told him he could watch us have a repeat of today’s performance. Mike agreed, still slowly stroking his cock.
---I can’t remember if we actually set a date to meet Mike. But the next morning there he was, not far from where we walked down from the sand dunes from camp. We were still in the park property and partially dressed. Mike was wearing a Speedo type swimsuit. I probably had rolled my bikini into my favorite tanning position, but had my penis inside the pouch yet. Dollie was most likely still wearing her top. Like most other times, as soon as we were away from everyone, I had my penis out the top of my little suit and Dollie was topless. Mike decided if we were going to do it he would too.
--If we were betting I’d have bet Mike would be masturbating before too long. His cock was limp when he removed his Speedo but a bit of rubbing and stroking and it was standing at full attention. Mine loved the sun and fresh breezes. I never had a problem getting it up! Mike was impressed by my hard-on and mentioned it as often as he did Dollie’s tits. He also made it clear he wasn’t gay, which made me feel much better. Of course I made sure he knew I wasn’t either. I think it was Dollie who told me I should be stroking my cock too, as we walked. First I told her that’s her job. She did pump my penis a bit. But when Mike asked for some of the same she stopped playing with mine and told him she doesn’t do that to others.
---My prick was beginning to feel good with her gently pumping it so I took over. There we were, one of us on each side of Dollie, stroking our cocks as an occasional young couple or female jogger either passed us, looking back, or met coming toward us. Amazingly, smiles or hello was about all that happened. Each time I think of one of these games I’m amazed we stayed out of trouble.
---Some of this is fuzzy. I think it was Mike who told us his car was at the end of the next trail and we should go down there a little ways, go into a little clearing he knows about, and fuck Dollie. I think I agreed. But again Dollie made it perfectly clear the part about me fucking her was fine but not Mike. After much whining and begging Mike understood and decided watching was better than nothing. Don’t remember much about it but do know Mike made sure he got in the right positions to see Dollie’s pussy wide open every chance he could.
---There I was fucking Dollie as she watched this guy Mike jacking off. I don’t think it took any of us long to get off this time. When finished Mike invited us to his car at the end of the trail for sodas. We accepted, sitting naked in his car right near the county road. Now and then another car with young people parked and walked past Mike‘s car, staring in and laughing, some saying hello.
---Back down the trail toward the lake shore, we met a younger couple, she was topless, fondling each other right on the narrow trail lined with shrubs and little trees. We excused ourselves and carefully scooted round them. A little farther, another one of those laughing couples was leaning against a tree naked, fucking. Again a tight squeeze around them. These past few days reassured us we weren't really so different.
---Back to a small clearing and then near the beach something happened. We were off the trail but still in full view. Dollie and I ended up fucking, Mike masturbating, and several young people walking by staring. Some of them saying “hi Mike. How ya doing?” What an experience. Seems like we continued north down the lake shore and Mike left. This was years before Dollie ever considered letting another male touch her titties or anything else. We may have met masturbator Mike another time that week for more fun in the sun but I can’t remember.
---It’s scary thinking of all the nice people we’ve met and games we’ve played in places far from help if we’d needed it. I’ve written it before, we never had a bad experience or got in trouble except once in a campground. That story is somewhere else in this Closet. The above stories and maybe more were as much a shock and surprise to us as anyone else. As I repeat, ya gotta dress to play to play.--------- And be willing to play. Who knew old Alice or masturbator Mike would be so much fun? I only wished Dollie would have sucked and fucked some of those other men. For some reason I believe I'd loved to watch.

Ken and Barbie Doll
 

Ken and Barbie Doll

----Not really their names but this petite couple, maybe 20, looked much like those Barbie Doll toys. Same week as the Masturbator Mike meeting above, making me 30 and Dollie 28, or close. A few days had passed since our last adventure with Mike north of the Lake Michigan park property. Again we were naked, me wearing only a bit of material rolled up to keep my tiny tan lines, my cock swinging free in the breezes and hot sun shine. Dollie pretty much wearing the same and topless.
---Somewhere maybe ¼ mile or so north of the park property line we passed a large sun bleached log with a very young skinny couple having sex behind it. We actually hadn’t even seen them until beside the log. We really couldn’t see much. Only that they appeared to be having a good time. Maybe it was their voices we'd heard. We didn’t even speak. Just walked on by. But the couple stopped what they were doing and walked around to meet us, saying hello.
---As Ken and Barbie Doll introduced themselves I couldn’t help but notice how tiny her titties were. Actually just small bumps with tiny Hersheyette nipples. By the way Barbie’s pussy was just a smooth small hairless slit from the front. Both told us they remembered seeing us with that other guy up the trail watching them fuck. They wanted know if we got a good look and enjoyed watching them. Dollie and I explained that we’d been watching that guy Mike masturbate and barely saw them behind the bushes. Next time we looked they were gone.
---So what did they ask next? "Ya want to watch us fuck?" They went on to tell us how they do it in this area all the time. Mostly while queers up in the woods watch them. Barbie went on to say they know Mike and he sometimes fucks her while her young husband Ken watches and plays with her titties. Somewhere during this kinky conversation they asked if we would like to swap for a fuck.
---Ken probably had a 5”-6” prick fully hard and Barbie didn’t look like she could handle even that. Dollie and I explained that she doesn’t fuck anyone else and my cock was way too much for her. Okay, we’re bragging. But it was now a throbbing 9” or more, as we stood there. Even more reason Barbie baby wanted it. By this time little Barbie was holding and probably stroking my cock.
---Somehow we convinced them that we’d enjoy watching them fuck instead of anything else. Next thing I remember Ken had Barbie’s ass leaning against the dead tree trunk fucking her. Ken spotted someone up in the woods above the beach. He stopped and told us to follow him around behind the log where they had been earlier. Both told us to look up toward the woods but do it without trying to let those two gay young guys notice. Sure enough there were at least two naked queers in the bushes watching, probably more.
---Ken said now watch this. He pushed Barbie against the log, rubbing her nipples and her pubic area slowly. In a harsh voice he told Barbie to lay in the sand and masturbate while those queers and we watch. She didn't hesitate doing it for maybe 10 minutes.
---After some time, Ken helped Barbie up and turned her around. He bent little tiny skinny Barbie over the log, that tiny ass and cute little c*nt in full view. First Ken told me to go ahead and fuck her. He said it didn’t matter if Dollie wouldn’t let him fuck her. Lots of guys fuck his wife and they both love it. I repeated that I’d rip that little pussy wide open. Dollie reminded me of our friend Mary back home. Built much like Barbie. But a pussy as big as a bucket. Ken said that’s what Barbie has. But it still feels good to him because it is stretchable. Oh how I wanted Barbie!
---People like that amazed me. Barely 20, maybe not even that, and already swapping partners and letting others fuck his wife. Things I always wanted to do but am glad now it turned out this way. I do think that afternoon had some influence on our future games. Barbie was reaching between her legs spreading her lips wide for everyone to look inside her pink hole. Probably fingering herself. Both kept telling us to stand closer for a better look. Ken spread it wide then fingerd her, working a few fingers in, then his whole hand! Yep it was big!
---Ken finally fucked Barbie, we watched. And those two gay young guys walked out into the open, both masturbating, and watching all of us. They’d take turns playing with themselves then each other. Damned, they walked down for a closer look. Ken, not any older than them, asked if they wanted to fuck his wife. Both said no but they wanted to play with my cock.
---I’m thinking Ken ejaculated in Barbie and soon stopped. I remember one of those queers playing with Ken’s dripping cock. Everyone was begging me to fuck Barbie, even Dollie. I had no choice. I didn’t want one of those queers touching me so I stuck it in Barbie about half way. Surprisingly it just slipped right in. Both Ken and Barbie begged me to bury it. Remember, Barbie was bent over dog fashioned. This could hurt. With a little working it, I was soon ramming my cock against the end of Barbie’s pussy, hitting the magic spot, and she was screaming for more. I tried to hold back. But when Barbie said she was cuming repeatedly, I pumped her full. I remember rubbing her chest and nipples. Maybe the smallest tits I’d ever felt. But still it turned her and I on enough to make us both have another orgasm.
-----I remember other young men up in the woods while all this happened. A spooky feeling like we had before and later. For years we felt we were being watched on those secluded beaches. I believe we were right. So many chances for things to go wrong. Yet nothing ever did. We’d never take those chances today! I also believe a few hikers passed by walking down closer to the lake shore, giggling. We walked with Ken and Barbie to the trail where they said they had parked. We all thanked each other and left. That’s all I remember. Another chance meeting and another amazing memory. Things were gettin weird!

Old Pussy IS GOOD PUSSY.
 

Old Pussy IS GOOD PUSSY.

--- Let’s jump ahead to the early 80’s. I was about 40 or so and Dollie 38-39. Again up along the Michigan side of Lake Michigan camping along the sand dunes. By this time in our lives Dollie was enjoying having male strangers playing with her tits and pussy. Still no intercourse. That never ever happened! But we got close. Again I’m guessing what was spoken. Hell I can’t remember what you said yesterday but this just seems right.
----July, summer vacation, fun in the sun and relaxing. On this particular day we got up to a drizzle or maybe shower. Not enough to keep us from taking a joy ride for supplies then a scenic drive up the county road that runs north along the Lake. Maybe three or four miles north of the park boundary, I pulled over into a small parking lot with some local Michigan tagged cars. We’d shopped, eaten, and spent a few hours wandering the back roads. By this time the rain had stopped and the sun was peeking through. We were wearing only short shorts and shirts because of the cloudy weather and the fact we were only out to do some shopping.
---We’d never walked that far up along the beach from the park. Of course it all pretty well looks the same. The Lake shore, a ribbon of nearly flat sandy beach, occasional old grey fallen tree trunks, then the scrub line and small trees forming the wooded area between the Lake and the county road. Only here the beach area was much wider. Maybe 100’ compared to 50’ to 75” in the places we normally walked.
---I removed my shirt and left it in the truck. Dollie was soon topless. She carried her shirt. We both left our shorts on, not knowing what was ahead on the narrow trail toward the lake. We met an occasional beach goer headed back toward the parking lot and a few nearly naked couples messing around in tiny clearings next to the path. Pretty much like on the trails nearer the park. We soon got the impression that most of those people were not husband/wife. Like I saw often in rest areas and parks while truckin, each drove their own car to meet. Sort of a quickie neighborly visit with a friend or coworker maybe.
---After we got to the beach, we met a couple of girls topless, then couples nude. We asked them what the story was about nudity there. They just giggled and said a lot of people do it. Our signal to get naked. There were really not many people along this section of beach. I believe it was rather windy and a chill was in the air. Apparently we’d met most of those who parked in the lot already.
---Then it happened. Way up near the edge of the shrubs and woods, sat an old couple, waving and yelling to us. I don’t think we’d even noticed them had they not hollered. I believe we were walking in the cool water, mostly looking out at a few large boats in the horizon. Since this was a wide beach area, we must have been at least 100’ from those people. They both spoke but we were having trouble hearing them with the pounding waves. At about the same time they stood, walking toward us, we headed in their direction. It was then we finally realized that they were also nude and at least in their late 60‘s. He was a hairy barrel chested old guy with a gut, and golden tan. She also had a deep tan, fairly large tits that seemed to hang on her own protruding gut. Neither actually fat. Just typical old people with that middle aged spread.
---As we sort of met halfway up the sandy beach, both began saying strange things. He was saying he wanted to play with Dollie’s titties and ass. The old woman saying she wants to play with my prick. Soon she was adding that she wanted me to fuck her with my big hard cock. What an introduction! From what I can remember he was fondling Dollie’s boobs and the old woman was holding, then gently stroking my now throbbing cock without even asking or waiting for a reply! How could we not like these people?
---After closer inspection, his limp dick was like 3” to 4” inches long. Maude, I’ll call her, informed us that’s the best it’s gonna get. Claude agreed, admitting old age prevents him from servicing old Maude anymore. Both said that’s why they come here to sunbath and get Maude fucked. Both warned us that we were being watched. This was another reason they sat up against the brush and shelter of the woods. As they said, the woods are full of young queers, playing with each other, and looking for new cocks to suck. Old Claude warned me that mine would be their next target. They told me the only safe place for my prick was inside Maude’s pussy. This sort of talk went on for considerable time, as we joined them on their blankets, sharing sodas, snacks, and water. Much of the time Maude was stroking my rod and Claude was rubbing Dollie’s titties or dipping a finger in her hot tw*t. Dollie seemed relaxed knowing old Claude couldn’t get it up, so couldn’t put it in!
----I had a million excuses not to fuck the old gal. I hadn’t had much past experience with old pussy but remembered old Alice’s was pretty good stuff. I told myself if I closed my eyes I’d never know if it was a 21 year old or a 100 year old. Claude and Maude didn’t give up asking about me fucking her. But I got a break.
---From down the beach, two young guys, almost boys, strolled our way, hand in hand. Now and then they would hold the other’s cock, giggling like school girls. Sure enough, they walked up to where we were now standing. Both pointed at my penis and asked if they could have it! We insulted them, calling them cock suckers and things like that. But they stayed.
---This gave me an idea. I’d learned something another time when I wasn‘t interested in fucking some gal. Since I really didn’t care if I fucked Maude or not I tried it again. “Okay Maude, I’ll fuck you if you suck my cock first.” Yes, this really worked once before. And amazingly it worked this time. Old Maude was on her knees sucking the head of my prick, as those two queers watched. The next thing I know I had Maude bent over a log fucking her. The queers left. Those big soft titties made great handles and gave me leverage to ram my prick deep inside her. Reminded me of old Alice and her football boobs.
---Much of the time, we heard rustling in the woods behind us. Claude reminding us we were still being watched by others. But he assured us they all seemed like harmless little cock suckers. They told us that occasionally a gay guy will fuck Maude. But it’s been a long time since she has had it from anyone. Maude took everything I gave her and that pussy felt darned good. I thought I was gonna rip those big tits off.
---Maude said she was probably the oldest fuck I’ve ever had. They admitted no one wants to fuck an old woman. Dollie and I had to tell about fucking Hippy Alice on this same beach. I also told her not to give up. Her pussy is as good as any. They thanked us and later begged me to fuck Dollie while they watched. Damned old people are perverts! Dollie had been a good sport through all this. She deserved a good fuck. And she got it, as Claude fondled Dollie‘s titties! We then all walked back to the parking lot together. Both begged to meet again. Always a good sign.
Not a bad afternoon considering we woke up to a gloomy morning.

---More Good old Pussy
 

---More Good old Pussy

--- ----By accident, again, we met old Claude and Maude at the beach. For some reason we were out riding around again later that same week we’d first met them. For the hell of it we decided to look for Maude and Claude. We both forgot which small parking lot we had parked in but I remembered their car. After passing several lots and pull off areas I spotted their car, accidentally, at a nice sized City park along the lake road maybe 25 miles or more north of the State Park where we always camped. It turned out to be a nice beachside park with a pavilion, playgrounds, food concession stand, and lifeguard stations. Must have been over the weekend because this beach was packed with sunbathers and swimmers.
----We weren’t doing anything special but were wearing our bikinis. By the early 80’s many people wore bikinis, even men. Maybe not as skimpy as ours. We adjusted ours as decent as we could and wandered around among the crowd just people-watching and maybe showing off a little. We’d either forgotten Claude’s car was parked there or decided we’d never see them, so were just getting some sun. I was figuring they were down the beach someplace naked anyway.
---While ordering lunch at the concession stand Claude and Maude walked up. They too wore normal swimsuits. We sat together at a picnic shelter in a grassy area and discussed the fun we’d had a few days ago. Maude wanted fucked again, in simple words! Hell it was fun and it was okay with Dollie and Claude. Hell Dollie was begging me to fuck the old gal.
Again I took advantage of a kinky situation. As Maude ate her corndog, I made nasty comments about how sexy it looked with her sucking on that thing. I told Claude I’d screw Maude if she sucked me like a corndog first. They both said “not right here. But after we get down the beach she might.”
---After eating and just talking we agreed to follow them to one of those roadside pull offs, take the path to the beach, get naked, and fuck in the bushes. We did all of that, plus I was treated like a corndog. While getting my knob job from Maude some naked guy appeared out of the bushes. We weren’t hiding as well as we thought! In his cutsie voice he told me he could do a better job on my prick when my friend finished. I thanked him and told the fruitcake I preferred females for sex. He then asked Dollie if he could eat her or fuck her. As pleasant as she could be she refused, telling him she preferred having sex with a man! We all about died laughing! The little guy took off!
----Claude spread a couple of blankets on the beach up near the bushes, sort of behind a large fallen tree trunk. Maude laid down and I fucked her. Fucking on a beach is great. The female has no cushioning affect. Every stroke gets rammed fully inside her pussy. With Dollie I could often last for an hour or more. For some reason with strangers I shot in sometimes minutes. For an old woman, Maude sure could climax repeatedly. About the time she had her next orgasm I ejaculated deep inside her pussy. Maybe I lasted longer. But seemed like only seconds passed. Another thing about fucking older women is ya don't have to worry about getting them pregnant.
---No one warned me and I had no idea how long they were there. When I crawled off old Maude there were several couples watching and clapping. That’s when we found out old Maude was also an exhibitionist. She lay there with her legs still wide, then began masturbating. I’ll swear she said “next!” One of the young guys climbed between Maude’s legs and fucked her too! Again, she lay there saying “next.” But Claude told her that was enough. Yes, those young guys asked Dollie to fuck!
-----I think we sat around, sunbathed, and talked for several hours with several couples, Maude, and Claude, before heading to our vehicles. There may have been some group fondling going on. Damned that old pussy was good. Funny, I've been getting nothing but old pussy since I retired.

NICE PUSSY
 

---Maude, maybe 60-65 was the oldest woman I fucked until we met old Ira and his wife Irene at a small nudist park a few years later. Before that it was Hippy Alice, 55.
---I started out young but already 18. Dollie’s little high school friends and her were my initiation to pussy, as young as 18. It was many years and many skinny young girls before I had a mature woman. Now we are old and Dollie is the old woman. I’m far from an expert. Had few women compared to many. But I’ve learned that a woman with some meat on her bones with some age and experience is far better than some little girl. Never turn down someone’s grandma! And if you are the grandma never underestimate the power of your pussy.
---Dollie helped with many of these stories so they could have been in her Closet. As a refresher why she didn't fuck and I did. ----Dollie was ra---ped several times at only **. Her other reason was she told me no intercourse or other male penetration proved her love to me. I tried not to fuck other girls but Dollie decided that the male animal was weak and she actually enjoyed watching me do it. Heaven knows I tried not to fuck others and agreed to only do it with her near.
---Since I seem to enjoy adding notes here's a reminder. NYMPHOMANIAC.
---We think of a nymphomaniac as a female person who can't get enough intercourse. We've known several of these. I suppose those of us addicted to Boobs may be Boob-omaniacs. That would include Dollie and I. Yes there are better words. Most of these Random Surprise Stories are about female masturbation---Fingerfucking. We had met several liking that too.
---I was soon to find out in the 70's Dollie was becoming a female Masterbat-o-maniac. Can't get enough fingerfucking! How could this be? She does not want other men having intercourse with her or penetraiting any other orifice! Yet she was using almost anything that fit in her own pussy and letting other men do the same, fingers encluded. A strange yet exciting concept. The stories you are about to read are some of Dollie's wildest masturbation sessions. Unbelievable yet true. Cum along and enjoy some of the stories we both didn't want to tell. It still boggles the mind she never got fucked or asked for it!

Masturbating Dollie---How it all began.
 

Masturbating Dollie---How it all began.
--- Well, it seems like I got in a rut writing mostly my wild experiences. Just shows, it wasn’t always about Dollie. Although I’d never had all of my luck getting pussy and head jobs without her there with me and her willingness to share. Our first fucks were with me wearing jeans unzipped and her wearing a dress and panties pulled aside. This evolved with my pants to my knees and her short shorts pulled aside or a mini skirt hiked up to her ass. But I was finally seeing pussy and pubic area.
---I’m trying to remember some of Dollie’s surprise finger fucking games. These happened because she refused to get fucked by others. I’m still confused how I ever got in her pants! I actually figured once a few young guys got in her c*nt, fucking would just come naturally. After all, just playing with her tits or nipples drives her wild.
---I know I’ve repeated this many times. I really wanted to watch her get fucked. But we both agree those finger fucking and staring in her spread pussy were actually wilder and took more courage than a quick fuck in the dark. After all, every one of her finger fucking episodes took place in the bright sunshine or in a well lit room. Our partner, me, or even her would spread her pussy as wide as possible, till it hurt, so they could stare inside from close up. She gave in to this after years of begging and help from a few good friends, rather than even a quickie fuck while wearing clothes.
---Of course getting her to show her pussy was just the first step in getting her to let men play with it. Every game took years before Dollie gave in. One of our stupid rules was strangers can spread her c*nt wide to stare inside, but could not poke a finger in it. Yea right! They had to put fingers in to spread the thing so what’s a little wiggling gonna hurt? At least that’s what we told her! Thanks goodness she loved it! My friends and I thought that the touching part was the final step to getting Dollie to let others fuck her. We were wrong!
---Yes, many people fuck in the dark with clothes on. Some men never see their wife naked in their entire married life. We know several of them. Dollie’s good friend and pussy masturbator swears he’s never seen his wife nude or gotten more than a peek at her pussy. Yet they have a teenaged daughter. Feeling sorry for him, Dollie started letting BP see and feel her pussy. This was after years of fondling her boobs. He’s been looking at it down close and spread wide for over 12 years or more now, masturbating her sometimes over two hours during some afternoons. Yes, those stories are here too.
--Only in recent times with the internet and friends sending porn emails have we seen that many young girls show their pussy close up the ways we have had Dollie do. I just knew there had to be other men and women with the same kinky perversions. I only wish we’d seen those videos and photos 50 years ago. Anyway, Dollie was finally enjoying showing her widespread c*nt and having it finger fucked. Had she given in to just fucking I’m sure we would have missed some great games.
Yes, several guys have spread it wide and looked closely inside in a brightly lit room or bright sunlight.

Masturbate Dollie! Damned we didn’t keep Score!
 

-Masturbate Dollie! Damned we didn’t keep Score!
---Stories of random showing pink and finger dippin by strangers, friends, and other men.
---As with Dollie’s flashing and having her boobies fondled, we have no idea how many have seen her bare pussy, her wide spread pussy, or finger fucked it. Of course the showing it naked has been 10,000+, I’m sure. That’s because of nude beaches and nudist parks. A good view of her lips a few 1000. The showing it spread and up close probably 500. Those spread wide were intentional to let people see it pink and wet just for fun. Keep in mind this has been randomly over 50+ years so we've had lots of time to play.

---As for being finger fucked by good friends, temporary friends, and wannabe friends we have no idea. Possibly a 100, give or take, over many years. Since some were just a quick poke and a laugh, maybe even 200, but guessing closer to 150. We’d guess that for a good old fun masturbation session by different men, around that 100 figure. Also keep in mind Dollie does not fuck others so this is our way of sharing her pussy.

---Some of those times were only a few minutes. The good ones lasted hours and were often repeated again that same day, next week, and next year with our special friends. So when we say Dollie’s been finger fucked by 100 men that does not count the many times a few very good friends have done it repeatedly over a 12-15 year period.
---Who knows how many 1000’s of times she and I have fingered that pussy ourselves! And the more I think about it there is no way to put a number on how many times we’ve been naked on a beach. Some of those times her pussy was not visible, others possibly in tight lipped crack view and others partially spread while laying, bending, or moving around. I also didn’t count the large number who have seen her Daleshot by accident and on purpose over the last 50 years.
---With this valuable information let’s see how and why a few of those finger fucking games happened. I’d guess most had to do with tits and fondling them first. Rubbing Dollie’s nipples nearly always got her juices flowing. It still amazes me she never fucked!


Cum along as we continue with more games in the sand dunes

FINGER FUCKIN IN THE DUNES #1
 

FINGER FUCKIN IN THE DUNES #1

---Disclaimer .....Since these games happened many years ago some details and things spoken may not be 100% accurate. But the dialoge is what might have been spoken.

WARNING---This and future stories in this TOPIC for mature perverted adults only. Not recommended for the squeemish or weak at heart. XXX


---Since the above RANDOM SURPRISE GAMES happened along Lake Michigan we’ll keep playing there. We will begin our stories around those times when we met the old people and I was getting old pussy. That way I don’t have to strain my brain or look thru papers to find out just when Dollie did start getting fingered and fondled. We know now that old Claude was dippin fingers in Dollie’s honey hole when she was 38 or 39, making this the early 80’s. And it seems like a few men were fondling her tits and rubbing her pussy in the 60's. I have also mentioned before I’d like to go back and be stuck in the early 80’s. Those seemed to be our wildest most fun and daring years. Altho after retiring at 55 things were again much like the 80’s.
----Back on the Illinois side of Lake Michigan, a few years after Dollie let a bunch of young guys fondle her titties and dangle their dicks on her ass, she was always in a special horny mood when along the Lake. Dollie often mentioned she’d like to meet some of those same guys again. I often look back on that fondling vacation amazed someone didn’t finger her or fuck her. Yes, that story is also here in the closet.
---This time we were in lower Wisconsin. We must have been closer to mid 40’s by now. Lots of guys had fondled and fingered Dollie in lots of other places. Let’s just go to the pier at Kenosha, Wisconsin. We often rode up there from where we camped near Zion, Illinois along Lake Michigan. We lived in central Illinois. Seems like there was a Studebaker museum and a lighthouse museum up there. We also loved walking out on the pier and the small parks and marinas in the area so Dollie could tit tease.
--- This is not about tits. Dollie wore only a very short loose fitting micro mini skirt and a very low blouse. As in no panties and micro as in nearly cheek showing! Very low as in nipple peeking top. Okay it is about tits too! There usually were a lot of fishermen sitting along both sides of the narrow pier which had a small light house near the end. I remember it was fairly breezy and her skirt often blew above her bare ass. I warned her and actually begged Dollie not to go out on the pier. Being a female, she was stubborn. But at times like these I am happy she was.
--- A fishing boat, maybe a 25-30’ or longer, was headed toward the boat docks. I don’t think they really intended to dock at the end of the pier until they got a peek at Dollie, her uplifted skirt, and tit poppin top. By this time a dozen old fishermen sitting on each side of the pier had gotten a view of her bare ass and her pussy. This we knew from the bare beaver and cute ass comments. Apparently they were loving it because no one seemed to be fishing. They were staring and yelling for Dollie to show MORE ASS. To tease, Dollie would occasionally bend to adjust her sandals. This was before we called those Daleshots.
---I’m guessing the fishing boat was now sitting in the water around 20-30’ below us. I’m thinking four fishermen were standing directly below Dollie’s micro mini skirt staring up from the boat. They were also making sexy comments and she was sucking it all up. As a couple of the fishermen stood at the bottom of the pier ladder Dollie walked over and stood right above the ladder. I’m guessing she had her legs slightly spread while that little skirt kept billowing in the breeze. As the first guy reached the top, Dollie moved away. Then back in front of the ladder as each of the other fishermen climbed up. Everyone of them thanked her as he stepped onto the pier.
---We visited with the fishermen and they asked if we’d like to have some fresh fish. Dollie said yes. After some tittie and ass comments I’m thinking they told us to meet them in the parking lot in about an hour . ‘Cause that’s what we did. Probably a few more sandal adjustments for the fishermen on the opposite side of the pier as we walked past. Dollie flashed her titties to a few other young men along the way. In the meantime we went to one of the museums right there in the small park. Off the pier, her skirt didn’t blow up as often. But when it did she got whistled at and complimented for showing her ass.
(Most of these stories were written from notes written soon after the events. That and the vehicles we drove make the facts fairly accurate.)
---I’m pretty sure a few of those guys who were sitting on the pier had followed us back to the park. There were never more than a couple guys together at any one time. And then not really with each other. Sort of sneaking around watching. To thank them and a few younger guys for the compliments she asked them if they’d like to see more. I don’t remember anyone saying NO! Dollie would sit on a park bench or stand up on a low wall, flashing a tit and giving them a nice beaver shot. I remember at least a few of those guys asking to see even more. Maybe she’d pull out both titties, spread her legs wider, and just grin. They’d get a peek then leave.
---Then it happened. One of the young men followed us so we wandered to a more remote area. I guess we were sitting someplace reasonably alone. He asked me, then Dollie, if he could rub that thing. He did rub it briefly. I remember him finger fucking Dollie briefly right in the park. Possibly because she spread her legs when he placed his hand on it, moaning.
----I must have remembered about the free fish or saw the fishermen with their boat and trailer across the parking area. We headed their way. I’d say the fishermen were surprised and happy to see us. No, I’m not making a banana joke but it’s probably true. Dollie got kidded about trading smelly fish for smelly pussy. Dollie said her pussy don’t smell! They again thanked us both for Dollie giving them the nice view of her tits, ass, and pussy. They did make sure we knew they saw it showing pink as she stood above that ladder on the pier.
---- Now I can’t remember if there were three or maybe five fishermen. At the pier in the boat there had been four, I’m sure. One now was sitting in the truck when we first got to that lot. Maybe he or another guy showed up next to the boat while we were visiting with them. Too many and we wouldn’t have stayed there.
---The fish ended up not being free. The deal was to let them see and feel Dollie’s pussy to see if it smelled like fish. Then she could have the package of fish. Of course Dollie said no repeatedly. I remember us being between their truck hooked to the boat on a large trailer and other parked boats in a fairly lonely marina parking lot. For extra privacy, someone suggested Dollie get in the boat. Those fishermen loved that idea because to get up into the fishing boat, Dollie had to climb a ladder then crawl over the side of the boat. She still refused.
--- I felt safer when I noticed two cop cars parked in another nearby parking lot. I mentioned this to Dollie. Some of the guys noticed too. Up until then I was keeping quiet. I learned long ago not to pressure her or beg. Leave that to the others. Now that I felt safer I told her “it would only take a minute for each guy to feel your pussy. Four or five minutes and it‘s over” It really wasn’t about fish~! We’d left camp that morning to play finger fuckin games with strangers and this was our big chance.
---After more begging by them and more refusals by Dollie, she walked over and climbed the ladder hooked over the edge of the boat. Seems like her skirt was already lifted and a few hands were rubbing Dollie’s ass during the conversation. A well placed finger and the two police cars may have helped her decide
---As she stepped up that first rung, both tits slipped out and her skirt was nearly up to her waist. The guys gave her a helping hand. In fact hands and fingers were on her tits, her ass, and in her pussy, just getting into the boat! I worried when all 3, 4, or more followed behind and surrounded Dollie. In a short time they had her stripped of her tiny top and skirt, leaving her naked and afraid. True to their word they were gentle. I stood on some sort of platform at the front of the boat trailer watching.
---Three to five 50 to 60 year old fishermen took turns dipping fingers in Dollie’s minnow bucket and smelling their fingers. As far a I remember they all gave her a clean “smell test.” At least one was fondling each breast at the same time, working her nipples too. That alone was enough to keep her flowing and happy. Time stood still. Each went way beyond the minute I mentioned. I’m sure every guy did the finger dippin more than once! ---They were taking their time, gentle, polite, asking for seconds, and Dollie seemed to be enjoying it. She never said STOP and she clearly gave permission to do it over as many times as they asked. I remember them asking me if she fucks. When we both said no they seemed satisfied. Now it scares us to imagine the things we did yesterday. When one of the police cars was spotted patrolling the marina parking lot everyone climbed down, leaving Dollie alone to dress. But after the police car passed most of the fishermen were there to help Dollie back down the ladder, again giving her a few well placed hands………… and fingers! Seems like we ate fish most of that summer vacation.
---This was the most men who finger fucked and fondled her at one time. Neither of us had any idea then or now how many fishermen were actually in that boat with her. Dollie said there had to be six or more. Of course she always said she was being worked on all afternoon too! I agree there must have been at least four because one was playing with each tit, another playing with her pussy, while it seems at least one was waiting and watching! And time wise, I think maybe 30 minutes in the boat and maybe 30 before getting in the boat. Could have been 15 to 30 minutes more saying our goodbyes, getting our fish, random finger feeling and fondling. But no one timed us. Dollie said she was scared to death. But they were all gentle and she loved it! I asked her if she had any orgasms and she just giggled.
---So a wild afternoon being masturbated by 4-5- or was it 6 men, as Dollie said. And let’s not forget the young guy that fingered her in the park earlier. There’s no way we could plan or even imagine a game like that. It took lots of luck, a fun loving woman, and men who know how to treat a woman right……… I still think it was four men in the boat! But four finger fucking Dollie repeatedly, at least two or three times each, would seem like a gang!

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---This was in 1984 or 1985 maybe. Now 2013. Nearly 30 years have passed. Lot’s of others have seen Dollie’s spread pussy, and finger fucked it, yet no one has had intercourse with her yet! We may have met those same fishermen many times since and not known it, or they may be dead. No harm was done and it’s barely a memory now. I still think fucking others would have been fun. But our lives would have not been the same and this world has changed so much we‘d never dare try any of this now.

FINGER FUCKIN IN THE DUNES #2
 

--SAME AFTERNOON AS DUNES #1 ABOVE.
--------------------FINGER FUCKIN IN THE DUNES #2

--- No, the above story did not take place in the sand dunes. But we were camped near some small dunes that week. After Dollie’s boating adventure with that group of fishermen she was ready for more adventures in fingerfucking. All we had to do was find a few finger fuckers. Not nearly as difficult as you may think. Wearing ass showing shorts or a mini skirt, doing some random tit flashing, it’s just like fishing. But we are using tits and ass for bait to catch pussy crazy young men. The world is full of them!
---And just by chance Dollie was all baited up, hot, and willing. I’ve always joked to her about finding her fresh fucked so I can fuck her. After being freshly finger fucked way over a dozen times, we were gonna get her fingerfucked again on that same day! And sure as hell no matter how many times she’s gonna get fingerfucked, I’m gonna finger fuck and fuck her when the day is over!
---But you ain’t heard it all. When sitting in our truck wearing that micro mini skirt it goes up to her waist. Getting in and out often causes double takes by unsuspecting victims. Although this didn’t happen often, I did the best I could to arrange it. She had a nasty way of spreading her legs and smiling at those times some guy was parked or standing near. The reactions could be as simple as Dollie saying “sorry” and putting her legs together. Or another brand new game of dip the finger. It could depend on her mood, location, and reactions of the victim.
---Looking over as I drive drives me crazy. On the short drive from the pier to our beach destination we talked constantly about her boating masturbation session. These after game talks often piss her off because they keep her hot and flowing. She also knows at the end of the day she’s gonna get fucked while I talk more about the games we played. Damned that made the sex good and the real reason for the games!
Now after all these years it's happening again free by members who read these stories and comment. For an older woman she sure can have orgasms.
---I was counting all the men who’d played today and told Dollie we needed to try to set a record we can not beat in the near future. I was calculating and I said twelve sounds like a good number. Dollie said “no way!“ I said just start pumping that wet pussy and listen. She listened. But didn’t pump! Dollie already knew we were on our way to find at least one more victim. So I had some explaining to do. “If you masturbate yourself while we are going to the beach, I finger you in the parking lot when we get there, I agree that six guys fingered you in the boat, count that young guy earlier, then one more will count as a dozen. And if we cheat and count each twice, that‘s two dozen fingefucks in one afternoon. ” I told her that I don’t think there were any more than four or five guys in the boat but each did finger you two or three times so just counting twelve finger fucks is fair.
---Dollie gave me that LOOK and started masturbating. Rather than the beach parking lot which would probably be crowded, I stopped at the local park parking lot along the Lake Shore first. As I pulled into the lot Dollie told me it’s my turn, spreading her legs and her pussy lips by hand. I told her she was a good girl, all we need is one more fingerfucker, as I worked on that juicy thing.
---You ain’t gonna believe this. I had just started. A young guy, 20ish rolled in beside my truck on a motorcycle, staring in the passenger window. I was in an end spot. Thought it was safe and private. Damned bikers! He’d killed the engine so he could sneak up. Found out he’d seen Dollie’s titties as I passed by a corner earlier. He wanted a closer look. He told us this was way more than he expected to see. But loved it!
---My finger was ramming in and out of Dollie’s pussy, her legs spread wide. She was yelling that she was cumming and ramming her pussy up to meet my downward thrusts. Fuck him, I wasn’t about to stop now and Dollie didn‘t seem to care if he watched! The kid removed his helmet and politely asked “ya need any help?” You ain’t gonna believe this either. Dollie said “yes we do.” The kid opened the passenger door, leaned in over Dollie, and as soon as I pulled my fingers out, he dove in with one or two of his own! Crap we got number twelve without even trying.
---The young biker may have only been 20ish. But he knew how to work a pussy and a set of titties! He was soon sitting in the truck next to Dollie, fingerfucking and working on one tit, then the other. Seems like he may have even sucked on a nipple. She was yelling that she was having orgasms, so I began working on the left tittie too. Me and the biker rubbed and pulled on a nipple, as he dipped at least two fingers in and out of that well wet pussy. Another 30 minutes, or more, getting finger fucked and fondled. We thanked him. He thanked us, and we headed for the beach.
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----Sorry this story still wasn’t in the Dunes. But we could see Lake Michigan from our truck while Dollie got fingerfucked. As I've said before, ya just can't plan this stuff or make it up.

PICTURE THIS
 

--PICTURE THIS
---The beach I am talking about was a City Park. A manmade beach graded and possibly with sand added. There were even lifeguard stands patrolled on weekends and busy days. Out in the Lake is a concrete breakwater creating a smooth pool complete with a marked off area for little kids, then a section for non swimmers. I call it the FAMILY BEACH. Mostly young couples and grandparents with little kids and teens.
---For those not familiar with the Wisconsin side of Lake Michigan, the lake is normally choppy, sometimes with high waves. The lake is filled with what I call assorted potato sized various shaped smooth shiny stones, constantly rolling and changing shapes from eons of churning in the lake. This makes walking in the water and near the shoreline awkward for those with tenderfeet, like Dollie. Many wear tennis shoes. The beach we’d eventually go to was this way. Also, there are sections of shoreline with trees and marshy areas meeting the waters edge. Not really as much free beach as you may think. But even on the Michigan side with a sandy bottom, we only went to walk along the shoreline and sunbath.
---I’m thinking the Family Beach had a sand bottom. We’d stop at the Family beach just to people watch and be watched. Then move on north to what I called the GROWN UP BEACH. Usually it had college aged kids, adults, and old retired people, all scattered in various age groups, sort of like it was planned. Not many kids. People sunbathing, cooking on grills, playing games, and other normal adult beach things. This was where we’d see skimpy swimsuits, sometimes titties exposed from topless sunbathers on their tummys. But rarely topless or nudies in the open. Yet, flashing and fondling sometimes happened toward the more remote areas where shrubs and small trees sheltered from the parking lots and other swimmers. Beer may have helped this! I’m guessing this larger natural beach was several miles north of the college campus, another reason for the cute college kids. A fun beach to play games.

FINGER FUCKIN IN THE DUNES #3
 

-FINGER FUCKIN IN THE DUNES #3


---A short ride north to a beach we knew about, the Family Beach, while talking about Dollie’s fresh finger fucked pussy. She had never really stopped having orgasms all afternoon. That’s why we kept towels on the seats. This time we were on a nearly flat sandy beach along Lake Michigan. No Dunes again. When opportunity knocks we don’t look for sand piles. The day was young, the weather perfect, and we’d swam in this location many years before.
---During the above pier story and now, I was wearing nothing but a pair of short shorts. For some reason we hadn’t planned on swimming so weren’t wearing our tiny swimsuits. Yet we were about to walk a beach, girl watchin for me, tit teasin and showing ass for Dollie. Keep in mind, to attract attention you should look different than others. In this case different for Dollie was that micro mini skirt only and nipple poppin tit flaunting top at the beach. Except for a few well endowed bikini clad girls, Dollie had more skin exposed than many. Boys, girls, men and women were staring. Some making remarks about being overexposed. Dollie was in a blouse and mini skirt being told she was overexposed by young girls in string bikinis, showing most of what tiny titties they had and ample amounts of cute little butt cheeks! It’s all in how ya look at it. Showing most of a tiny tit is no different than showing some of a large one. But it seems that way. We felt good knowing our plan was working, and Dollie had that special fresh fucked glow!
---We didn’t need to find anymore fingerfucking partners. Dollie had gotten masturbated way more this day than ever in her life. But she was feeling good and had some great experiences. I’d say we were no longer looking for her to get fingered . Actually we never planned any of those games. When we left camp dressed this way we knew there may be a slight possibility, since she’d be flashing her tits and bare ass while dressed that way. It still amazes me that we stayed out of trouble with the law. I repeat that a lot.
---At least a bikini in these places is reasonable. But it’s not everyday you see a grown woman wearing a skirt that exposes her pussy and her ass in public while in broad daylight. I can remember seeing cops, even waving or saying hello. Maybe not this trip. But it happened. Clean livin I guess! I just remembered why Dollie now wore mini skirts and belly covering bikini bottoms. Notes to follow.
----There were not many places to walk far at this beach. Seems like a college is near, U of W, with a sidewalk near the four lane highway. School was out but playing our kinds of games along a highway near a town is not practical. I think we only stopped there to girl watch and let Dollie show off a bit. Flashing and going topless was not possible. Fondling and fingering sure wasn’t gonna happen. I guess my plan was to find someone interested, then meet someplace else. After all, there were lots of other small parking lots and parks like where we’d met the biker.
---Dollie was definitely attracting horny males. Once again, we discovered that being closer to the lake caused the breezes to lift her loose short skirt. Dollie had to hold it down with both hands. We visited with quite a few. Several hinted that they’d love to feel those boobs. A few others mentioned rubbing that bare ass and having sex. Yep, fishing was good! All I had to do was wait for Dollie to reel a sucker in. She would have made a hell of a prostitute! But I don’t think that’s legal in most places. But what we do we do for fun.
----After over an hour, we must have had nearly a dozen offers to meet to play with Dollie‘s boobs, some by minors. A few just wanted her to show them her pussy. After visiting other horny men, we agreed to meet one of them farther north at the larger beach area, a more natural setting. The guy said he was 50. Dollie almost chose the 50 year old and an old guy, thinking he‘d be safer. But we’d already taken a stupid chance with too many men earlier that day. It’s hard to explain. We’ve always been able to feel who to chose and who to lose! Karma? Or our angel? We also didn’t tell the man where we would meet until we got up in the parking lot. Hopefully others wouldn’t follow.
---I’m really screwing with your minds. Not only were there no sand dunes in this story, there was no fingerfucking! In fact for you geographically challenged, as far as I know there are no sand dunes in Wisconsin. Since these stories pop into my head and Dollie finds little notes and letters randomly, that’s how I write. After all, this ain’t a movie or a book. In my defense, much of this time period we were camped in Illinois, just below Wisconsin, where we had our very first sand dunes encounters. Actually those are only tiny dunes, and we mostly took advantage of the hollowed out places appropriately called “blow outs” for our early games consisting of only flashing and getting Dollie‘s titties fondled while I took photos. Had she not feared strange cocks back then it would have been neat to called these games BLOW JOBS IN BLOW OUTS. But I digress again.

-Facts Repeated and why I believe in Angels.
 

---NOTE THIS---
-- -Remember these stories were summer 1984-85. I was about 45 and Dollie 43. What I call our wildest years. Again, that changed again when I retired at 55. Our second wild years were then rekindled! We have reasons for that which I will explain along with why Dollie was now wearing micro mini skirts and fuller bikini bottoms. Stay tuned. Remember these dates. There may be a test later. There’s a reason for everything.

---There is a topic about this-->. Dollie was not expected to live three times in our time together plus once when thrown thru the windshield of an old Chevy truck around age 11. She saw me have heart failure. Why are we still here? Don't question life. Live it!
Maybe these are not excuses to act the way we do. But those who spend their lives praying dont seem to have a happier life. Someone watches over us!


-------------------Facts Repeated and why I believe in Angels.

---Alrightie, while it’s on my deranged perverted warped mind read this. Nothing to do with sand dunes or fingerfucking. Lots of life changing things happen in life to change lives. Lucky for us we’ve had very few family deaths or injuries. No ****s, murders, or robberies that I know of. Life really has been good. We’re not religious but we re blessed. Huh? Can perverts be blessed?
---But changes still happen to all of us. Some time in the early 80’s Dollie had lots of female problems and surgeries. She also gained weight. By then she had an ugly surgery scare on her stomach. No more itty bitty tiny weenie bikini bottoms. But she never gave up playing my fantasy sex games. To continue her ass and pussy had to be easily available and often visible. She began wearing those “French Cut” bikini bottoms. I may be wrong about the name. They were full bottomed yet started out as a tiny narrow crotch. Often exposing her pubic area and pretty much all of her ass, except the crack by often narrowing the crotch area more they covered very little, if any, of her pussy when playing games. They could be adjusted to either side or pulled up inside her c*nt. At the same time, they fully covered her tummy above her belly button.
---This was also the time Dollie began wearing her micro mini skirts more, minus panties, camping, to the beach, and other places . Same reasons. The skirts covered her tummy scar yet fully exposed her tw*t. It worked and she was willing. This was how it was during those 80’s and into around 2000 when fate stepped in.
---Somewhere it’s written here. Dollie had colon problems. After moving to Florida she had several serious colon surgeries. Nearly died. Even worse tummy scar. Looked like a physco doctor used a chainsaw! Not long after one of those surgeries she begged me to take her on the Blue Ridge and Skyline Drive, eventually going to Niagara Falls. Never made it to Niagra Falls. Made it to the end at Front Royal, Va. when she began throwing up her own shit. Some call it bile. But it’s shit. Cut over to east coast then around Myrtle Beach she got worse. Still she begged to go home to doctors. Called her surgeon then mashed the gas on that old Chevy van to get her to ER in Gainesville, Fl. the next day.
---Again Dollie nearly died. Slept in living room on a hide-a-bed and was wheel chair bound 1 ½ years. She’s tough. Even then she wore tit showin tops and teased. No sooner got better when a Brown Recluse spider bit her on the left breast. Again almost died. Much corrective surgery because she refused to have boob removed and a large implant to match the right tit. Detailed story already here. I didn’t care about tits. I just wanted Dollie to live. But she said she’d rather have a tiny tittie than a fake one. Sadly my insurance would pay to have the tit removed but not all the expensive corrective surgery. Used most of our savings. Soon half a tit gone and flat on the bottom. But still alive.
---Doctor explained poison may be deeper and cause more damage. He said it could take a year or more to be certain. At a later time he could do plastic surgery to make her left breast look decent and reduce the right one to match. Lucky she had large boobs. Almost one full year and her tittie turned red and hot. More surgery and more tissue removed. Finally the surgery and now two nice looking titties, scarred, smaller, yet all Dollie’s.
After first checking on plastic and reconstructive surgeons in Jacksonville, Tampa, and Daytona, we chose the doctor in Daytona. Simply because we were going to old car and bike events in Daytona and knew the area well. Plus he was recommended by biker babes and strippers who had gotten boob jobs from this doctor. He specialized in burn victims and reconstructive surgery, encluding breast enhancement. Yes, we needed a tit doctor!
-----Dollie’s doctor knew her boobs intimately and had seen her gross stomach scar. After much discussion it was agreed he could do a tummy tuck and totally remove her tummy flab, along with that hideous scar. More surgery and more money out of pocket. But Dollie loved our games of the past and we both missed her dressing wild. As I wrote, she’s tough. Not only did she get a flat smooth tummy, she got a newly located navel and nipples!
---This shit ain’t free! Borrowed money and more money until we couldn’t borrow anymore. Our tiny retirement savings gone. I forgot how many years passed without playing our tit games. I’ll swear her boobs have grown again!
Finally Dollie could go to the nude beach totally nude like the good old days. She loved it. Finally friend Dale and other biker friends could see Dollie completely naked rather than peeking up her skirt or the crotch of her shorts! This was also the time when she forgot while nude at the beach and her famous Dlaeshot was created. And now you see why we show and share our boobies! It was meant to be.
----Still there’s more. Sorry it’s all mixed up. Way back while living in central Illinois old cars and work slowed and nearly stopped our fantasy games. I was working 12 hour shifts, six to seven days a week. Besides that, I just had to buy some old cars and build street rods. 1986 was the year I bought our first 55 Chevy, followed by the 55 Chevy wagon, a 49 Ford, and 57 Chevy. I already owned a 1926 Model T, a 1939 Ford, a motor home and a boat. Vacations, camping, even sex, slowed down greatly. That's why 1987 began her "no-show" years.

---When we retired June 1994 and moved to Florida we were born again! Time to relax, get involved in bike events and discovered the nude beach and nudists. Again life was good until Dollie‘s surgeries slowed her down once more.
But that was even more reason to get wild and enjoy life.
---Hell now we were fingerfucking on Florida beaches. But that’s another story in here someplace. Now you see why I opened our CLOSET. These stories were begging to be shared.
You see why we believe in angels and why I love my wife. She’s been my life!------------
Back to fingerfucking in the sand without the dunes.
I'll bet you didn't expect to read this in this forum. But it shows why we are who we are and life can change instantly. Enjoy what you have today. Tomorrow may be too late.

FINGER FUCKIN IN THE DUNES #4
 

-FINGER FUCKIN IN THE DUNES #4

---Does anyone remember about the 50 year old pervert following us to the Lake Michigan beach in lower Wisconsin to play tittie and pussy games? Cum along as we play with him. We did end up at the grown up beach, we were on the sand, and Dollie got fingerfucked for maybe 20-30 minutes. She also got her titties fondled by the 50 year old and another older man who wandered into the bushes to watch.
How it happened.
---As we walked to the Family Beach parking lot with our newest 50 year old friend we explained that we were headed to the other beach several miles north. He was a local and agreed it was a good place to fool around in privacy. Seems like late afternoon by now. That parking lot was not crowded and we were able to park at the far side, making walking to the small woodsy areas at the north end possible without passing many others. But Pervert Pete couldn’t wait. He’d been staring at Dollie’s titties off and on for over an hour while at the other beach. He admitted then he had to feel those titties soon. Dollie was no more than out of our truck when Pervert Pete had her titties out fondling them. Seems like his hand was up that tiny skirt just as suddenly. I’m sure this was a fairly safe place since the truck doors hid us from view of others, unless they drove nearer.
---Still, we were there to play on the beach and I suggested that’s what we do. All the way down the ¼ mile beach to a small wooded area Pervert Pete was feeling Dollie’s boobs and rubbing her ass and pussy. She wasn’t resisting. She was smiling. It was keeping Dollie hot and gettin Pete hotter.
---Now that I think about it, I don’t remember us telling Pete he could feel Dollie’s pussy. I do remember the tit feeling part. It doesn’t matter because it was her getting fingerfucked we were there for. And fingerfucked Dollie got from Pervert Pete. Some 10 minutes into the fingerfucking tit fondling, shared by Pete and I both, an older man walked up. We think the old guy saw Dollie being felt up on the way to our little hiding spot and wanted his share. Not sure what was said but I let go of the booby I was feeling and invited the old man, 65 maybe, to have fun.
---He didn’t need a second invitation. But when Pervert Pete ask the old guy if he wanted to play with Dollie’s pussy he stuttered and refused. I proved to the old guy it wouldn’t bite by giving Dollie a quick fingerfuck myself. Wow! That thing was flowing! The old guy thanked us, rubbed Dollie’s pussy briefly, and walked away. We thought sure she was gonna get a bonus fingering! Pervert Pete worked on Dollie’s tits and c*nt awhile longer. It was now near sunset so I suggested we leave. Together we walked back to the parking lot to leave. Pervert Pete still feeling Dollie’s tits and rubbing her ass or pussy up her skirt. Found out later he was both feeling and occasionally dipping his finger in her c*nt.
---Another surprise. Another truck was parked close by with a young man in it. I sort of remembered him as one of the barely legal boys from the Family Beach who had begged to see Dollie’s pussy. Not sure if he’d followed us or just saw our truck as he pulled in. He got out to greet us. Pete still hanging on to one of Dollie’s tits, a hand up her skirt. The new guy asked “can I do that?” Again it’s a guess. I’m thinking it was Dollie who said “yes.” Then she thought about it, as the young guy grabbed one of the tits that pervert Pete wasn’t holding. Dollie said something like “oh I thought you wanted to feel my pussy?”
---Pervert Pete was a good sport and another fun partner. When it’s another man’s wife lots of guys share. Pervert Pete pulled Dollie’s skirt up high, his other hand still working Dollie’s pussy. Up till then I wasn’t sure what was going on up that skirt. The young guy had been begging to see Dollie’s pussy, even at the other beach. Dollie opened the car door and leaned on the seat on her elbows. No one had to ask him twice like we did the last old guy. Since this wasn’t the best place to be doing this, in a few minutes I told this kid we’d better stop. He was satisfied and we got in our truck to leave.
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--Pervert Pete thanked us again and left first. The young guy, Mikey, told us he‘d love to meet again. I said it’s up to Dollie but I told him I thought he was too young. Like the young kid on the motorcycle earlier, up till now things just happened. We hadn’t even thought about ages. Dollie had been horny and very willing to play all that day, obviously enjoying all of her pussy poking.
She told Mikey maybe she could teach him how to make a pussy feel good, asking his age. Mikey showed us his Illinois driver license. Barely twenty! Dollie said a young guy might be fun after all the old men today. She reminded Mikey several times there’d be no intercourse. I reminded her that the other kid on the bike wasn’t much older.
--- Dollie told Mikey to pick a safe place and time. We found out Mikey lived in Illinois closer to where we were camped. Perfect. We didn’t tell him we were camped there but set a time and day to meet in the Dunes. See Dunes and fingerfucking! I figured Dollie’s pussy needed a rest so made the date for later in the week.
-----Surprise! By now we lost count. We were only supposed to get one more man to fingerfuck Dollie that day. Mikey was number two and I lost track how many times Pete fingered it! So using our rough figures she got fingerfucked by 13 people counting her and I. Of course all those fishermen in the boat got multiple finger fingerfucks and Pervert Pete must have gotten at least three or four himself. Holy shit, Dollie got fingerfuck 25+ times in one day and I wasn’t done fucking her yet before bedtime!
----We stopped someplace and ate. Went back to our RV, talked about all the fingers that fucked my pussy, I fingered her again, and we fucked like crazy! It felt just as good as new!

MIKEY FINGER FUCKED IN THE DUNES #5
 

MIKEY FINGER FUCKED IN THE DUNES #5


---Summer vacation, July 1984 or 1985. Dollie 42-43 her next new partner barely 20. Was this legal? A beautiful sunny day at camp. Climbed out of bed after a fresh fuck. Had breakfast, talked about the past week’s wild fantasy games consisting mostly of Dollie getting fingerfucked more than she had ever gotten in her life. And planning the day’s adventures with our newest friend Mikey. It had been several days and we hadn’t played any games other than her normal tit flashing games since that wild adventure in lower Wisconsin.
---We were scheduled to meet near the concession stand of the main beach and walk to a secluded “blow out” far down the beach up in the low dunes area. As I always do, I repeatedly questioned Dollie about her really being willing to go through with today’s fantasy games. I kept repeating “ a twenty year old kid.” She’d say “it was his idea and you were fucking me when I was ** and you **.” Making her extra easy and willing, she liked Mikey. He reminded her of those younger guys who first fondled her titties for photo shoots in these same dunes several years ago.
--- I wore one of my tiny stretchy bikinis and Dollie another loose micro mini and very tiny bikini top. The mini was my clue she was gonna go through with today’s games. I suggested that after our sloppy fuck she needed take a shower and clean that thing out. A clean pussy is a fun pussy.
---We walked to the shower house and I was finished and outside waiting what seemed forever. I think I actually went back around to the women’s entrance and yelled to see if Dollie was there and okay. Still longer, she came out smiling. Feeling ornery and showing off in front of a few young guys, she lifted her tiny skirt. I don’t think she even saw those other guys there. Many times she will come out of a store or other place and not even see me standing near. She looks straight ahead. With her skirt still lifted Dollie said something like “want to smell it to see if I got it clean?” I laughed and I think the guys answered “yes, can we smell it?” Off to a great start. I can’t remember if either of them smelled or touched Dollie’s pussy. I do know that the beach house we usually used was fairly deserted and not many others were around.
---By the time we got to the main beach and the concession stand we were late. Our noon appointment was now at least 12:30 or so. But Mikey was patiently waiting. He said he was worried that we wouldn’t be there but would have waited all day. Dollie hugged him and asked “you want my pussy that bad?” Mikey answered “yes, I want to fuck you and play with those pretty titties.” We both made it perfectly clear he could do most anything except fuck Dollie. Mikey understood. Everyone seems to understand. After all, feeling pussy is better than nothing.
--Giggling, we headed toward the more remote dunes area of the park. Being a week day it wasn’t very busy once we got away from the main beach. As we reached an area where occasional nudists and topless girls were, we went into our sunbathing mode. My tiny bikini was folded and tucked, my cock and balls hanging out the top. Dollie removed her bikini and I put it in our little cooler bag. Mikey seemed shocked but removed his Speedo type suit also. For some reason I am always relieved when our new partner has a small prick, as Mikey did. As Dollie said, it’s not so small. Maybe 4” after she wiggled it and it popped up. Dollie got a little raunchy and too daring, I thought. She said something like “ I’ll bet it feels good in those young pussys. If I fucked other men, I’d want that one.” Mikey was beggin and hoping by this time to fuck Dollie. I didn’t help. I told her to try it and find out. But Dollie finally reminded Mikey she doesn’t fuck others.
---It’s maybe a 30 minute walk down the sandy beach to the dunes. Way before we got there we were all horny. Mikey was feeling Dollie’s titties even before she removed her bikini top. It was obvious Mikey and I were hot and by Dollie’s actions she must have been flowing full stream! We were soon to find that out as we climbed a small sand dune and went down into the small hollowed out “blow out” areas. Yes, we interrupted a few other naked men and maybe two queers having fun before we found our own play area.
---I’d bet Mikey had a few fingers near the bottom of Dollie’s pussy by the time we hit the bottom of that hole. Mikey was working it fast. Mikey was getting to Dollie. She was moaning and screaming, telling Mikey she was having orgasm after orgasm. She told Mikey to slow down but he seemed to pump faster. Yes, she screamed too loud! Looking up out of our little blow out, there were a few young naked men looking down, grinning. Some may have been those we almost walked in on, but there were several more watching in a short time. Mikey didn’t stop. I was holding Dollie up, well hanging on to her tits and fondling them.
-- I can’t remember what all the other nudists asked. Mostly “ are you okay lady?” And after she said “yes.” Things like “can we help?” Most returned to their own little hole in the sand. Then few came down beside us. I stepped back and invited them to play with Dollie‘s boobs. I suppose there were only two nude men plus Mikey and I down in that sand hole. If there were more, they left. We also remember a few young gals peeking down and giggling at times. For some reason the women stay on the secluded sections of the main beach. Most likely because this area was taken over by single men and a few gays. Anyway that’s the way it always was when we were there.
---Back to Mikey and our fingerfucking adventure. I remember each of the new guys, our ages, 40’s ???? fondling a tittie and Dollie moaning more and more. Mikey got tired from his continuous fast fingerfucking and backed away. Again one or both of those two nudists asked Dollie and me if they could play with her pussy. Can’t remember if I answered but Dollie was panting and moaning so much she was hard to understand. But it sounded like she said “yes, please make me cum.” They did. One would fondle her tits and rub her nipples as the other worked on her c*nt. Then they swapped. Not sure how long Dollie took all of this fingerfucking but her legs got weak and gave out. Both men were holding her by the titties and steadying her with an arm around her waist.
---Those “blow outs” in the dunes are sort of deep bowl shaped. They eased her back, Dollie’s back against the side, but still in an upright position. Her legs were spread wide and it was actually easier to get to her tits and pussy. Remember she was topless and still wearing a tiny micro mini tucked up to her waist. That ugly tummy scar showed but everyone was concentrating on her boobs and her other gash at this time. It wasn’t until after retiring the new scar was really gross.
---The two guys, around 45, my age, must have each taken turns several times. When they finally tired and thanked us, Mikey went at it again. Yes, again fast and rough. The strangers started up the side of the sand dune, leaving. But stopped. Both of the other men tried to tell Mikey to slow down and be gentle. I remember they asked us where we found this wild kid. I think we both said something about finding him at another beach and trying to train him to be gentle with pussys.
--It was funny watching. They pulled Mikey away from Dollie and each told Mikey to watch them, learn, and try to do it right. Total strangers, yet so friendly, gentle, and polite, trying to teach a 20 year old kid how to fingerfuck a pussy the right way! Yes, they also asked if they could teach him the right way to fuck. Dollie jumped up and pulled her skirt down. Until then, we hadn’t even thought about that possibility. Dollie, I, and even Mikey told them she doesn’t fuck others. I figured if necessary we could scream for help. That’s the good thing about those sand dune blowouts. Reasonably private yet lots of people near.
---Both men understood and were happy that we share what we do. They were amazed I let other men do what we do to Dollie. I was now holding her closely. I asked them if they noticed she loves it too and it’s as much her idea as mine. I believe that’s when I also reminded them that it was her who told them they could play. Relaxed again Dollie was smiling. Mikey was now also hugging Dollie, telling her not to worry. When she smiled at him, Mikey began working on her boobs again. He also slipped a finger in to give her a repeat fingerfucking.
---But he was overpowered as one finger barely penetrated her c*nt and they pulled Mikey away again. . Both of the men asked Dollie if they can show this kid the proper way to service a pussy by hand. Dollie giggled and gave her consent. I don’t know what she said. “Okay, please, be my guest, or whatever.” She was smiling, pulled her skirt back up, and leaned back on the side of the sand dune. Couldn’t make it anymore understandable or inviting. Again, both 45 year old naked men with erections rubbing against Dollie’s lower body, took turns masturbating and fondling her tits and nipples. To show my approval, I occasionally fondled an available boob and rubbed her inner thigh. As fingers worked nearby. Mikey also got a few feels in as the two men took turns repeatedly for quite some time.
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----It was funny how they kept telling Mikey to pay close attention so he could do it later. They actually yelled at him until he practically had his nose in Dollie’s pussy. For orneryness they’d rub Dollie’s fresh juices in Mikey’s face, sticking a finger in his mouth. Mikey seemed to like it. I’m not sure but I think Dollie held and gently masturbated those men as their hard cocks rubbed her during the games. I know she’d told me before and other times, she tries not to mess with other pricks fearing she might get fucked. She’s probably right.
--- It was obvious Dollie was exhausted from the repeated fingerfucking. She was now laying like a limp doll against the sand dune. Her new partners finished up telling us they had to leave. Both demanded that Mikey spend at least 10 minutes giving Dollie a slow gentle masturbation, and he‘d better finish by licking it clean. As they left Dollie hugged them both, mashing her titties into their chests and squeezing their pricks.
---Almost forgot. As far as I remember, we had a small audience much of the time, with offers to help. The nudist voyeurs were clapping yelling, and encouraging those playing to continue and do other kinky things. When Mikey’s 10 minute fingerfuck was over they reminded him he had to lick Dollie’s pussy clean. I’m no expert but I believe young Mikey did good!
---We all three climbed out of the blow out and walked back down the beach to the main swimming area, dressing maybe half way back. We laughed and talked about the day’s events. Mikey couldn’t stop thanking us both. We made another date for a few days later. We walked Mikey to his car in the main lot. I’m sure it was nearly dark by then. Mikey tossed a bomb as he was ready to leave. “Can I bring Joe next time? He’s 22 and my best friend.” We told Mikey we had to think this over. Meet us at X restaurant tomorrow for lunch, maybe bring Joe, and we’ll see how things work out.

Dunes #6
 

Mikey and Joe near the Dunes. Or Dunes #6

---Next afternoon we kept our word. Just a short drive into town to the little restaurant we agreed to meet Mikey and his buddy Joe. He didn’t know we were camped in the State Park. After all, we can’t tell everything. Meeting there was no problem because we occasionally stopped there anyway and needed some groceries from the nearby grocery store. Sure safer meeting a playmate and his friend in a public place compared to all the places we’d played lately with total strangers.
---I wore my normal short shorts and a tank top. Dollie wore still another micro mini skirt and a fairly decent low cut blouse. In other words, it covered her nipples and part of her boobs. But I questioned the mini skirt. Why not shorts? Silly me and silly woman. “ What if we like Joe and he asks to see my pussy?“ How could I argue with such logic? Dollie reminded me that the restaurant has booths and she could show her pussy accidentally with out others seeing it. Yep. I was sure Joe and Mikey were gonna see that pussy!
--- I parked the car at the diner and two young guys, 20’s, standing right next to Dollie’s side got a beaver shot when she got out. But it was only a beaver shot! You know, legs together, tight lipped quick view of pubic area. Dollie was hairless so it really wasn’t a beaver. No big deal! They just had to tell her they liked the view. Now it’s gonna be a big deal. As she slid slowly out of the car, she spread her legs wide. I know. I was around there by then. “Nice” and things like that were now the comments. Nice hell. Dollie’s c*nt was spread wide showing the pink wet depths. She was now standing next to me by the car. Show over in seconds.
----Okay, now I got involved. I just had to ask. So, you guys think that old woman’s pussy looks nice all spread out like that?” “ We love it” and other things that just make Dollie hornier. I guess what happened the past few days had us both doing kinky things without thinking. I was on a roll and those two kids were lovin what they saw. I said something like “so, if she gets back in the car and sits there with her legs and pussy spread wide you’re gonna stare at it?“ “Damned right” and similar things. Again this is hazy but I’m sure it went something like this. Also I don’t even know if I asked Dollie to do what she did. Probably not. Dollie layed in on the passenger seat still standing on the ground, like with Mikey another time .
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---Yes, before we went any farther I got I.D. Twenty two year olds. Sure didn’t look it. A quick glance at their driver license and Dollie got in on her hands and knees which put her ass up high. Of course that tiny skirt automatically went waist high leaving Dollie pretty much in this position. Guess I should mention, we were next to another truck, Both our car and the truck had the doors open, and I’d backed in with bushes behind my car. This time her pussy lips remained together. The boys b*tched and said they wanted to see pink again. A normal horny woman would have spread her own pussy lips with her fingers.
--- This is about what Dollie said. “If you want my pussy spread apart you spread it.” Of course two 22 year old kids at a public diner parking lot are not gonna spread a nearly 40 year old woman’s pussy lips apart with her 40 year old husband standing there! One walked up, gently spread Dollies’ c*nt wide open and what he told us was a shock. My buddy Mikey told me about Dollie and you. You both love this.” He poked a finger deep inside, then another, working them rapidly. Yes right there in the diner parking lot next to a main highway. Glad that truck was there.
--- “My name is Joe” , he said. Mikey told me to tell you he’s sorry he couldn’t make it. Me and Al came to meet you and try to convince you we are safe to play your games with. We knew it was you and that’s why we were standing there. Mikey told me about Dollie’s skirts and we were hopin she had one on today. They weren’t as dumb as they looked! I’ll call the other kid Slim. We invited both Joe and Slim in for lunch. Told them we’d buy. It was a cheap Mexican joint. Nothing was too expensive and Slim didn’t look like he’d eat over $2 worth of anything. What could happen in a run down nearly deserted Mexican restaurant?
---Like most young kids, they were over eager for sex and games. Slim was whining that he didn’t get to fingerfuck Dollie. Joe was telling Slim to settle down. He’ll get his turn. Damned kids already making plans and we barely met. They were clean cut, polite, and friendly kids. So far Dollie liked them and didn’t complain when Joe did his quick finger dip right there in the parking lot. Thank goodness that surveillance cameras weren’t invented yet.
----Holy crap, no dunes, and no Mikey! But there was some fingerfucking. Look for more adventures with Joe and Slim as we dine in the diner.

Slim and Joe Dipping Dollie in the Diner----or Dunes #7
 

-Slim and Joe Dipping Dollie in the Diner----or Dunes #7

---While writing still more stories I realized I made a few mistakes. So I am adding this note but not correcting the stories. From 1978 to recent times we had a 1977 motor home. Summer 1978 and 1979 we had no tow behind car.
--Sold the truck and bought a nearly new 1980 Chevy Malibu. Drove and towed the Malibu from 1980 thru 1986. Therefore in all of these stories we were in the 1980 Chevy Malibu coupe. No biggie. But now it makes sense why people could see Dollie so easy. This same note is farther down when I remembered.

---We left off not far from one of our favorite campgrounds along Lake Michigan not far below the Wisconsin boarder. We’d met two friends while at a diner to supposedly meet the first new friend Mikey. Mikey couldn’t make it but the friend he was gonna introduce was there---with another friend. (See Dunes #6) Seems like we’re getting too friendly with new young people. But after playing games with older people, the change was interesting. We tried to only play games, even simple flashing tit games, with people over 21. But 18 was legal for females and showing a tit to an occasional 18 or 19 year old boy didn’t seem too nasty. Especially if he insisted.
----This series of short stories was titled Fingerfucking in the Dunes. But things happened. They no longer were short and so far, only a few took place in the dunes. My alibi is that I started on the Illinois/Wisconsin side of lake Michigan, our main adventure destination for many of our fantasy games. Thank goodness most are fingerfucking adventures and beaches were often involved. However, once more, no dunes, no beaches, and not even a view of Lake Michigan are in this story. Altho the Lake and the campground were only a mile or so away.
---What could this possibly have to do with sand dunes fingerfucking then? Well, everything is relative and eventually what happens in this story worked it’s way to those small sand dunes and “blow outs’ where we often played. Have I let you down yet? Cum with me, Dollie, Joe, and Slim as we eat Mexican food and get to know our newest playmates. The place we were going rarely had many customers anytime we stopped in. Might even be a surprise or two here.
---Fresh fingerfucked in a parking lot by a total stranger again, 22 year old Joe. But we were not total strangers to Joe and Slim. Boys love to talk and brag. Their friend Mikey told them all about his adventures with Dollie. They knew what she liked. Over our lifetime we are glad that we somehow stayed out of deep trouble, knowing others show and tell. Only once we got in trouble and kicked out of a campground because of a girl who told her jealous boyfriend about simple piercings. Yes, story is here someplace.
---I was hungry for cheap Mexican food. Let’s eat. The restaurant had been an old fast food joint, complete with cheap uncomfortable plastic booths. The advantage is those booths sort of hide things going on unless seated directly across from the booth. Slim slid in first on one side, I slid in the other. Dollie ended up between the two boys. Of course it doesn’t take much imagination to figure what happened to Dollies micro mini as she slid into the seat.
---Apparently the boys loved the view. Joe was trying to fingerfuck Dollie where he’d left off out in our CAR. But Joe could never have done it without Dollie cooperating and spreading her legs wide. This didn’t leave much room for Slim and Joe. But neither seemed to mind. Slim’s hands instantly went down Dollie’s low blouse. Always a good sign, she was smiling and already groaning or panting. It’s always nice to know Dollie is willing to play. Notice in almost all games Dollie gave her consent and helped make things easier.
--- I was facing the front toward the counter and could see over the seat back. I warned the boys just in time. Joe stopped as the waiter walked up and took our orders. Being a Mexican waiter some of what he said as he saw Dollie with her skirt to her crotch was confusing. But when he came back with his partner to ask if they could get us anything, we seemed to understand they loved the view. In reality all that showed was Dollie’s lower pubic area and nothing more. Her legs were now tight together every time they appeared thanks to my warnings.
---- I went to the restroom, leaving two young kids fingering and fondling Dollie. I remember asking “you guys going to be alright?“ When I returned shortly, it was Slim fingerfucking Dollie, Joe beside him playing with her tits, and both Mexican managers standing watching! I thought we were all in deep trouble. Thank goodness the owners approved and were enjoying it. But both old guys were worried. I could tell by how they were looking around every time they heard a sound. Still good things seem to happen to us.
--- The big Mexican brothers, owners of the restaurant, told the boys to stop messing around in there. Dollie adjusted her blouse and tugged until her skirt was barely past her crotch. The Mexican men went on to tell us something which turned into another wild kinky afternoon. Our food was served, we ate, the boys occasionally rubbed a booby, as the old Mexicans revealed their own secrets and a plan. Ya see how things just evolve?

A Strip club, two horny kids, and us--But no Dunes #8
 

A Stripclub, two horny kids, and us

---Here’s the Mexican plan. As we sat in their diner eating, the two owners, 60+, suggested where we go to continue our games. But first they bribed us. Show us your titties and we‘ll tell ya. Since Dollie‘s boobs were nearly exposed and those two guys already got a look, this part was easy. “Across town there is a strip club we sometimes go to for fun because we don’t have women of our own. For $10 I can spend an hour or so in a tiny room with one of those young strippers doing anything I want except doing it. I guess that’s extra.“ The boys asked the men “what’s it?“ The other went on to say “you know, fucking. You can probably all go in a room for $10 without a girl because you have your own.” One said “Just sit and order some drinks then wait until a girl makes you an offer. If they don’t ask.”
---Dollie and I told them we’d been going to strip clubs over 25 years and letting men fondle Dollie’s tits. But we never went in those “lap dance” rooms or shared her pussy. The Mexicans said “yea that’s what they are, Lap dance rooms.” The kids, Slim and Joe said they knew about the place but were too young before and too embarrassed now. Together we all agreed it sounds like a plan. Even Dollie liked the privacy idea. After all, we’ve always fooled around right out in public, worried about cops or other trouble. We got nothing to loose. At least we can watch some young strippers, drink beer, and watch those kids be embarrassed. Finished our meals, Dollie accidentally flashed her spread pussy to the diner owners as she slid out from the booth, we paid, thanked them, and headed for the parking lot. Both old Mexicans said they wished they could go with us. I promised we’d eat there again and tell them how it turned out.
---Found out the truck next to mine belonged to Joe. Since he knew where the strip joint was, I followed him there. Must have been 2:00 o’clock or so by then. Very few cars in the club parking lot. But some neon lights were flashing. It was open. Most likely the working girls, owner, or bartenders. From what I remember there were half dozen old guys yelling at a skinny stripper, two more scantily clad serving drinks and teasing the old guys. Maybe the manager/bartender behind a counter. Dark, smokey, smelly inside. As we often saw in Illinois, all the girls looked 16 years old. According to them they were 21 to 25. All but one built a lot like Slim.
---Ordered bottle beer and watched the tiny tittied dancer take off everything except pasties and a G-string. Typical strip club. Got our drinks and I told everyone to just sip and make them last. Don’t want anyone drinking enough to get drunk. The kids were scooted close to Dollie, had her tits out before they got their beer. I told them they can’t do that in here. The barmaid said “yes they can.”
----One waitress/stripper cuddled up next to Slim and then Joe, sort of spending a little time with each. They’d feel her tittie with a free hand and Dollie’s with the other. Again I told the boys they can’t touch the working girls. Again the girl told us it’s okay! Normally a stripper’s body is off limits but they told us not there. I remember the gal even leaned over Dollie’s back and rubbed Dollie’s boobies. As all this was happening the other stripper/waitress with decent titties was flirting with me. She soon sat on my lap, grinding her G-string covered c*nt into my erection. Seems like she said something like “those lucky boys got the hooker so I guess you’re stuck with me.” Something like that. Dollie, slightly upset for being called a wh*r*, told everyone in the bar “that’s my husband’s cock you are sitting on.” The gal started to get up. I held her down and told her she was just fine. The gal said “then you can play with my titties.” I did!
--- Some where in the midst of Dollie getting her titties and pussy rubbed and me getting my prick smashed, the girl asked if I’d like to go back in a special play room. Everything to me is in dollars. So naturally I asked “how much?” The girl on my lap with the nice tits said $20 for a lap dance, $25 if I give you oral. Hell I was already getting a lap dance. I told her we came there because we heard it was $10. She said maybe $10 each, but no cock sucking for that.
---I told them we need a private room where our young friends can play with my wife’s tits and pussy. Both girls shouted, again, everyone in the club could hear, “boss don‘t allow no fucking in here.” Dollie replied, equally as loud” I don’t allow any fucking either!” So the two girls said they need to get this straight. Just what do you guys want?” Together we explained. We need a private room for me, my wife, and her two boy friends so I can watch them fondle her boobs and finger her. Maybe an hour or so. I might even help them. “Let me check with the boss,” the girls said. Both girls went up to the bar and began whispering. We had to keep chasing old men away from our table. I’d tell them “my wife don’t want us old guys, she wants young virgins.”
---A few minutes later both girls and the male bartender, 40’s???? came to our table. All of this time Joe and Slim had been rubbing Dollie’s crotch and nipples, along with squeezing her boobs. Dollie was hot! Remember there were half dozen, maybe more, old men watching. I don’t even think there was a stripper on stage at this time. No one was watching anyway. The manager/bartender told us he is the boss here and he makes the rules. There will be no fucking his girls in his rooms. He then asked who told you it’s only $10 each for a play room. I told him the two guys running the Mexican restaurant across town. The manager said he remembers those guys. They come in a few times a year and ask for one black or Spanish girl. Just one girl for both of them, $10 each. The girls always say the old guys are fun and friendly. I said “yep sounds like them.”
---Okay, for $10 each the boys can do anything they want with the blonde all day if they want to. You and her get in free. The rooms are empty anyway. But Misty here has to be there to keep an eye on things. Misty was the gal with nice tits who’d sat on my lap. I told him it sounded fair and he don’t have to worry about anyone getting fucked. But my wife will get fingerfucked a lot, I’m sure. That’s why we are here.
--Lots of giggles and everyone agreed. Joe handed the manager $10. Slim said he only had $7 or $8 dollars. Joe loaned Slim a few more dollars but was still maybe a dollar short. They looked at me. I told them “I ain’t paying so you kids can fuck around with my wife!” An old geezer paid the rest and told us to have fun. We did! They each took turns fingering and fondling Dollie. Misty got bored watching almost right away. She was giving me a lap dance and rubbing her firm little titties in my face. Wasn’t long before Misty had my cock out of my shorts playing with it. It might have slipped out. “Ten dollars and I’ll suck that big thing,” Misty repeated. I answered “ I ain’t paying anyone $10 to suck my cock when Dollie will do it free.”
---Misty went down on me. But she didn’t do it for long. Misty would leave and one of the other skinny girls would come in to watch awhile. All total, I got lap danced, my pecker rubbed, and I fondled all three strippers over several hours as Dollie got her tits rubbed and sucked, and her pussy fingered by two 22 year old boys. As we walked out of the play room Joe and Slim thanked us and left. Even though we were the ones who had fun, the manager thanked us and invited us back.
----We don’t like owing anyone anything. The old geezer who paid the couple dollars the boys didn’t have was still sitting at a tiny table with a couple other old geezers. Dollie walked over, slipped her almost bare boobs out, bent over, and smashed them into the geezer’s face. Dollie said each one should be worth one of those dollars you paid. The old geezer, the other two at the table, and several more within hearing Dollie tossed dollars on the table, asking what do we get to see for that?
---First off, I’m sure when she bent over old geezer number one that several old geezers behind her got a Daleshot. The word Daleshot was not invented until we retired but bending over accidentally to cause one was! (Daleshot----A pantiless woman bending over to expose her spread pussy to those behind her. She may be naked, wearing a skirt, or narrow crotched shorts) You haven’t lived until you’ve gotten a Daleshot! Dollie in her ornery way, made sure everyone, and more, who donated money got a Daleshot. Dollie left the money. We either had another beer or a soda, relaxed, then left.
Time for supper !----------------------Every story I write has another story.

Story #8 in series--Supper at the Mexican Restaurant.
 

Supper at the Mexican Restaurant.

---We invited Joe and Slim back to the Mexican restaurant for supper. We knew they didn’t have any money and had worked up an appetite. Also while fresh on our minds we could tell the Mexican diner owners about our afternoon, and thank them again for sending us to the Strip Club. This was pre-cell phone. While back at the Mexican restaurant Joe called his friend Mikey to see when he could meet us again, and tell him about their great afternoon. Remember public pay phones? Whatever reason he couldn’t meet earlier Mikey was free now. Mikey was coming to the Mexican restaurant. Slim had sat in the booth first. Then Dollie and Joe on the outside. Much like earlier I sat opposite them.
---As the two diner owners walked up to take our order, they were staring at Dollie’s partially spread pussy. Joe, Slim, Dollie, and I were telling the 60+ year old Mexican restaurateurs our story, Dollie was getting her boobs fondled again by the kids. Never before had Dollie gotten this much action! Amazingly she was loving it and encouraged other guys to continue throughout the day. We were waiting for Mikey before ordering. Those diner owners were taking turns watching the door for customers and keeping an eye on the few other customers on the other side of the room, behind a low wall down the center. The Mexican guys were also keeping an eye on Dollie’s slightly spread c*nt! Dollie had tugged her skirt down to her pubic area but her c*nt was still showing. When one of the kids reached down to play Dollie told them “no, not here.” When someone came in the diner, she put her knees together.
---We were still waiting for Mikey and telling about the Strip Club. The two big Mexican dudes hinted they’d like to play with Dollie’s titties some. I told Joe to get up and trade places with Dollie, or sit next to me. Sitting with her legs now sticking out from the end of the bench, Dollie’s skirt was nearly waist high, her pussy spread, and both tits hanging out. Each diner owner grabbed a tittie with a large hand. Then one would feel a tittie as the other ran to the counter to wait on the few people who came in, then trade places. There was still a cook in the back. All of this in a short time and hidden by the high backed booths.
---Mikey arrived, Dollie scooted to the center again, as Mikey sat next to her. We ordered supper, telling Mikey Dollie is buying to show her thanks. Mikey stared at Dollie’s tits and asked for details about the Strip Club. We told our story again. Interrupting often, Mikey wanted to know when he can go there with us. Next year Mikey, you’re under age. Mikey begged to meet back at the park soon. Of course so did Slim and Joe. We had a problem. Three young kids all wanting to fingerfuck Dollie and Dollie saying maybe! She was hooked.


--THREE’S TOO MANY !

-- Here was our plan. We had no plan! But we talked as we ate. Right in front of all of those guys I told Dollie we needed to give her pussy a break and talk this over. Dollie agreed she overdid it but everyone was so gentle. Of course those kids loved hearing that. Dollie said she was game to do it again but it had to be someplace safe. Dollie kept repeating about returning with the kids to the Strip Club. I’d remind her that Mikey couldn’t get in because he is barely 20 and three boys at once is too dangerous anyplace else. The two big old 60 year plus Mexican guys reminded us they are over 21. Was that a hint? Again the boys said they would be gentle and stop anytime Dollie asked. They often mentioned the Dunes again.
---We ate, paid, and left after Dollie got hugged and squeezed by all three in the parking lot. For some reason it was agreed we’d meet Mikey alone there at the restaurant in a few days to discuss games again.
-----In the mean time we went back to camp, fucked a lot, and talked about too much fingerfucking. Dollie would tell me it didn’t hurt and she really had fun all day. I said “we’ll meet those kids again, but only if you really want to.” As we fucked she asked “ does it feel any different?” I told her “of course not. It’s tight and juicy.” She’d giggle and say something like “ see no one wore it out yet.” She admitted the change from old guys to those young kids was more exciting than she expected. Of course I had to keep trying what I really wanted her to do. “Which one are you going to fuck?” I’d get the LOOK and “No one. You should be happy I let strangers finger me and play with my tits.” I’d say “ ya but you’re lovin it too.” We’d go through our discussion over and over about who was loving our games more.

THREE WASN’T ENOUGH !
 

--THREE WASN’T ENOUGH !
---A few days later we met Mikey at the Mexican restaurant for breakfast. The plan was maybe we could get together later that day to fool around someplace safe with Mikey, Joe, or Slim. I didn’t like the idea of that many young kids together knowing Dollie didn‘t want to be fucked. But at the same time I was amazed Dollie was willing to do this again with more than one person. Mikey must have been anxious. His truck was already in the parking lot. But he surprised us again. Slim was with him. We didn’t mind that. But we were only planning on talking to Mikey!
---From across the parking lot I spotted Joe’s truck too. Still okay since we’d planned on someday meeting all three, a few at a time. But, Joe wasn’t alone. Another aged 20 something kid was walking with Joe our way. Joe introduced us to 22 year old Al. Me around 45, Dollie 43, and now four young kids! It ain’t gonna happen! At least we were safe while eating in public with the two big Mexicans. Had breakfast and got introduced to Al. He pretty much knew all about Dollie and her love of fingerfucking and fondling. Between the four of them they thought it would be a great way to spend an afternoon with Dollie and I. Dollie also told them no way. It’s just not safe with so many.
---As we discussed today’s possible wild adventures even the two Mexicans told us not to do it. Dollie was once again wearing a tiny mini and tit poppin bikini top this time. Little Al was getting his eyes full of titties and pussy as Dollie slipped onto the bench in one of those cold plastic booths. Seems like Dollie was on the inside seat, as I was across from her. Two kids on each side next. Seems like new kid Al was on the outer end with Mikey next to Dollie. Mikey soon had one hand on Dollie’s crotch, the other on a tit. Al reached across Mikey and started working the other boob.
---Our Mexican diner owners came and took our orders, grinning. They mentioned that there were way too many kids with us and we needed to be very careful. Seems like they mentioned going to the Strip Club if we were gonna play with a crowd, about when I said the same thing. Mikey reminded us he can’t get in. Said he tried a few days ago. One of the old diner owners then suggested the large parking lot down the road at the State Park. If we go to one corner near the picnic area it is usually not crowded during the week, yet safer than parking down some of those side roads in the park. Beach parking was over a city block farther. We were still against meeting four kids together. More plans!
--- They didn’t know we were camped there. I added that I will park our car in a safe place and you guys come one at a time to mess around. But be sure it’s only one at a time. Dollie suggested two would be fine and fun. After all, she has two tits and a pussy. Al, Joe, Mikey, and Slim liked Dollie’s idea. I asked, “ just how long do you guys expect to take your turns?” After some debate, we agreed on each getting up to 15 minutes fingerfucking. And while one fingers the other can play with Dollie’s tits. We talked about the time limit for awhile and Dollie agreed that 15 minutes was too much. But we out voted her and 15 minutes it would be. The 60+ year old Mexican restaurant owners asked if they could have a turn. Before I could speak Dollie said something like “Yes.” Starting to look like a good plan.
---I told everyone we’d meet at the parking lot around noon. I also stuck to one at a time. Maybe the two diner owners should wait until 1:30 or so. Now it sounded like a plan. Dollie was grinning ear to ear. One of the kids rode with us in our car and the others followed. It had to have been Al or Slim in our car. The other two had their own trucks. Who ever it was got a head start. Dollie’s skirt was to her waist, her tiny bikini top mostly off, and she was being masturbated, as we took the short ride to the Park. At the Ranger station, she had to get decent. But in seconds Slim or Al was working that pussy again.
---Keep in mind I may have written we were in our truck but were really in a maroon 1980 Malibu 2-door. I parked in a reasonably safe place alone. After all we were gonna stay in the car. Joe and Mikey pulled up on each side. I yelled for them to park across the lot and watch for the first kid to get out. That’s the signal to come get him and drop off the next player. A regular assembly line! The first kid got a bonus because we didn’t start timing his masturbation session until the other two trucks left. Lucky kid must have gotten at least 30 minutes from the time we left the restaurant. I helped keep Dollie’s juices flowing by working on a free tittie or nipple.
---None of this is precise. I’m thinking maybe after the third kid one of the big Mexicans pulled up beside my car. He didn’t know the rules. He stood watching the kid finish up. Might have reached across fondling a boob. Then it was his turn in the car. After his 10-15 minutes he left. I’m sure it took the 15 minutes the next kid spent fingerfucking for the second Mexican to get there. He played maybe 15 minutes too. Can’t remember if he was last or another kid still played. Hell some may have took seconds. We both lost track. Yep, Dollie got finger fucked by six guys that afternoon and loved it. Of course that didn’t come close to her earlier record that week. All together that’s the most Dollie’s gotten fingerfucked in a week. She never came close to breaking those records until we started attending those clothing optional bike campouts after retiring.
---Once someone gets a hold of Dollie's titties she's hot and ready for games. Her pussy becomes an easy target for fingers. Oddly when younger we wore out many dildos, vibrators, and other objects playing. Later she only wanted fingers. No one even suggested toys during those Dunes years. Since retiring and making special friends she's never allowed anything except fingers either and that's way more personal.

THE DAY WAS YOUNG.
 

THE DAY WAS YOUNG.

--- I’ve always told Dollie she should have become a prostitute. After all the boys left, she begged to take a walk down the beach. She removed her top as we neared the dunes area. Again we peeked into some of the blow out holes between the sand dunes. One of the young nudist guys, 35-40 looked familiar and invited us down in his hole to join us. He couldn’t keep his hands off Dollie’s boobies. I’m sure we’d played games with him before . Polite and gentle. Dollie was doing a lot of yelling and panting. Not sure about the details but soon another guy was fingerfucking Dollie and she was moaning and yelling that she was cumming . Again, this brought a couple of other curious nudists to stare down at what was happening. Nice guy that I was, I invited them to join. One scurried down and grabbed a tittie. The other disappeared into the dunes.
-- Lets’ keep score. Four young kids and two older men spent some time masturbating Dollie about an hour before. Being a horny man myself, I worked that wet pussy over too after they left. That’s seven of us. Hard telling how many had seconds. Now two more! The second man in the blow out fingerfucked Dollie for a short time, trading off with the other. The third only felt her boobs, I think. Dollie's titties were red and sore but she later told me her pussy was feeling great! It's a good thing that pussy was almost always wet and flowing back then.
---A good day’s work for any prostitute. But no one paid any money. In fact we bought most of the meals. Our games were always just for fun. And on this vacation Dollie was having fun. We walked back to our car and drove around to our RV site. While riding, I coaxed Dollie into fingerfucking herself then I gave her maybe another 10 minutes in the RV.
We ended the day with a nice slow fuck as we talked about the days events. That was always the best part of any perfect game day. One of the last things I remember asking “ya want to do this again someday?”

SOMEDAY
---Slim and Joe had been sneaking around. They knew where we were camped. Actually the campground pass hanging on my rearview mirror may have been a clue. Any of them could have seen it when sitting in our CAR. Those things have the license tag number, site number, our name, city, and check out dates.
----We only had a few days left before going home. I believe they knew this and were waiting at our campsite one afternoon when we got back from shopping or messing around someplace. They wanted to go back to the Strip Cub with us and fool around. They said Al might go too. They wanted to know what we though of a threesome with Dollie. Made sure we knew there’d be no fucking. Just a rematch of fingerfucking and tit playing. I left it up to Dollie. This was the only safe place to play with several at once. Since we were outside our RV with others near, this was the only time I remember no touching.
---- I liked the idea because I’d get to fool around with the little strippers and maybe get another blowjob. I told Dollie that I’d even pay $10 to have that gal suck my cock if I had too. Remember this was before inflation. Of course she said “you never pay me!” Both Slim and Joe told Dollie they’d each give Dollie $10 for a blow job. I think we’d told them before, Dollie does not take anyone’s prick up her ass, in her pussy, or her mouth. They asked this to be sure. “But we can fingerfuck you and play with your tits?” Dollie hugged them, smiled, and said “you can do that all you want. I love it.” Then with a pouty look she asked “But what about poor Mikey?” I believe they said “you can play with Mikey later. We’ll even call him.”
-----We talked it over, told Joe and Slim to check the Strip Club and see if we could all meet there again in one of those play rooms. Stop back and let us know or leave a note. I joked and told them maybe Mikey can fool around in the parking lot. Later that afternoon Mikey drove out to our campsite with Joe. The good news was we could have the room for $10 for each guy all day tomorrow, Dollie and I get in free again. Mikey told us he’d be in the parking lot ready to play with Dollie before we go inside. I suggested he wait until we come out. Joe, Mikey, Dollie, and I jokingly argued about when Mikey got to play. Dollie and I agreed we wouldn’t have met his friends if it wasn’t for him. “You win Mikey. Dollie’s pussy is yours before and after we get out. But be prepared for it to be very wet when we come out.” Mikey wanted badly to reach up Dollie’s skirt. But we had neighbors in the campground. See you all tomorrow.
-----I was still shocked Dollie wanted to mess around with more than one kid. Right from the first time it happened I couldn’t believe it. I think she told me like I’ve mentioned about other games. “We may never get a chance like this again.” Knowing she wouldn’t get fucked seemed to relax her also.