TODAY WAS SOMEDAY
 

TODAY WAS SOMEDAY

---We had agreed to meet at the Strip club around 2 PM with Al, Slim, and Joe. Also Dollie had given Mikey the okay to be her warm up man before we went inside the Club. Yes this plan still shocked me! All Dollie would say was it's because you love watching me do these things. The Strip Club was at the edge of town in a run down residential area. The parking lot was fenced and fairly secluded. Probably not safe from theft after dark. This was pre-surveillance cameras. But good and bad, depending on what you are doing. For letting Mikey play this was good. Al, Slim, and Joe were sitting in Joe’s truck waiting. Mikey was in his truck alone. I’m thinking the Club working guys and girls were parked out front. There were only a few other cars and trucks in the lot.
---I’m picky about where I park so parked at the edge of the lot alone. Dollie had purposely worn one of her raunchiest outfits. Probably a thin low top and some sort of micro mini. But this time I remember it being too short. Her ass cheeks and crotch were already visible with the slightest movement. Dollie tried to walk in her most seductive walk over to Mikey’s truck. He’d gotten out but I yelled for him to get back in. Joe, Al, and Slim also were walking toward us. My plan was for Dollie to get in Mikey’s truck to let him work her over. I didn’t want anyone else watching. I yelled for the other three to go on in the Club and take care of the room.
--- Dollie walked around and got in the passenger side of Mikey’s truck. I was standing at the driver side looking in the door window. Dollie’s skirt was already up, so as she slid in beside Mikey it was up nearly to her waist again. The blouse was so low her boobs just slipped out. Mikey didn’t have to strip Dollie. It just happened. Mikey thanked us for coming and for inviting him. In seconds he was working on Dollie’s titties and fingerfucking her.
Mikey and the others loved spreading Dollie's pussy wide and looking inside. Something I usually tell every partner. Dollie was loving it all and screaming a little too loud. I’d told her long ago to make noises and squirm, it turns others on and makes them play more. Say you’re having orgasms even when you are not. Fake it if you have to. She always told me later she wasn’t faking it!
---Mikey had learned a lot since the first time he fingered Dollie. Don’t remember how long he worked her pussy but I guess the other young guys got worried . A couple of them came out to check. I waved them back and said it won’t be much longer. We didn't know it but they all three had waited outside the club door. Soon Dollie was yelling that she was cuming. Mikey did good! I'm sure they played enough for several more orgasms before her and I went to meet the others. If we'd left right then it would have been more than we used to expect.

---Stripper’s Surprise.
 

---Stripper’s Surprise.

---It’s not often when a 43 year old woman dressed like a hooker walks in a strip club with a 45 year old man and three 22 year old boys. Especially when they know the man is her husband of many years and a couple of those kids look like minors. But a quick I.D. check and we were seated. Ordered beer for everyone in our group and reminded them to make it last. Don’t want to be explaining anything to cops with Dollie lookin like that.
---Even hookers usually cover part of their tits and ass while they stand on the corner. Dollie was hardly covered. As Dollie walked into that bar room with two kids on one side and me with another on the other, all eyes were on her. We’d only been in there once earlier in the week. But already the strippers, bartender/owner and a few scudsie old guys called her by name. It’s always been neat that Dollie’s name sounds like a stage name for a stripper. Perhaps that’s where I got all my perverted game ideas. But today wasn’t really my idea. It was Dollie’s and her new baby faced lovers’ idea. She was enjoying these young playtoys for a change.
---The manager and one of the cute strippers walked over to where we were seated and welcomed us back. Both said our room was ready. Yes, the boys had paid. We drank our beers, watched a couple of strippers do their act, and Dollie flirted with a few old men. As they stared and drooled she whipped around, spread her legs, and asked them if this was what they wanted to see. Not as good as a Daleshot but she was still showing pink! Even strippers don’ t show their spread tw*t or their nipples. Of course they didn‘t have tits like Dollie‘s either. These guys had been throwing dollar bills on stage for the strippers. Several walked over and tossed dollars on our table. We left it as a tip.
----I’m only guessing. We arrived at the strip club parking lot around 2PM. Didn’t get inside till nearly 3PM. Drank, watched the girls, talked, and Dollie teased. Must have been 4PM by the time we went in the room. Three young kids, me, Dollie and one or more strippers at times. Believe me, those rooms are smaller than a doctor’s examining room. Yes, it was cozy. I’ll skip the details and just say Dollie got more strange fingerfucking than most women get in their lives . Hell some don’t even get it from their own boyfriends and husbands. Young boys are full of energy and these boys put a lot of energy into making Dollie’s pussy juicy! Once again, before the end of the day she was complaining more about sore tits than a sore pussy!
---It’s a fact that many strippers are also lesbians. The same girl that sucked my dick last time fingerfucked Dollie then sucked my dick again, for free! Yes, she’d asked for money again. But my throbbing cock was just too tempting for that b*tch. She just told us not to tell her boss.
---Guessing again. Must have been well after 6PM , maybe 7PM, when we staggered out of that small room. I snuck a $10 bill to Dollie. Told her to give it to the bartender. We all thanked the owner/bartender and she handed the $10 to him, thanking him for a great afternoon. He took me aside and asked if Dollie fucked any of those kids. I said no she never fucks anyone else. He said he heard that she lets others finger her and play with her boobs. I said “that’s right. That’s what happened the last couple hours or more.” Bartender said WOW and things like that. Told me I was quite a man to watch others do that to such a beautiful wife. I thanked him and said you should have come in and joined us. He smiled and said “next time.”
--- Mikey must have gotten tired or bored in the parking lot. He was long gone. Dollie hugged her friends and we headed back to the RV. Talked all the way back, and talked more as I fingerfucked and fucked her as long as I could last. Felt great to me! I also told Dollie if we ever go to the strip club again don’t be surprised if the owner joins you for a fingerfucking. Again, she smiled and said something positive.
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Altho it sounds like a fairytale. It happened this way with Dollie's little friends. Back then neither of us even realized Dollie had become adicted to masturbation form others. Possibly something to do with a lot of surgery after her last child. Yes she was a nympho-masturbat-o-maniac.:rolleyes:

NEXT TIME HAD COME IN THE LAP DANCE ROOM
 

NEXT TIME HAD COME IN THE LAP DANCE ROOM

---We were running out of vacation time and it had been a wild one. Dollie had surpassed my wildest fantasy ideas and was still hot and kinky as we talked about more games. It seemed like the wilder the games were and the more her pussy was used, the better our sex was. We’d both talked about some of the stupid daring things we’d done this vacation and decided we had to chose safer places and fewer partners at a time.
---The beach near the sand dunes seemed to be her choice. Those dunes blow outs are usually more private. That was until Dollie’s noises attracted attention. In this lower part of the park very few sunbath or even hike and getting up nearer the edge of the beach is out of view until someone walks past. Of course visibility both ways is only limited by your eyesite. Playing our quickie games right on the lonely beach really was safer. But it was rare when we actually found anyone who was willing to do more than pose or hold a tittie for a photo.
---Not sure who thought up a better game to finish our vacation. Probably both of us after I threw the idea out there. A third trip to the Strip Club lap dance room. Hopefully this time to mess around with the manager/ bartender. The guy was maybe Dollie’s age, 40 something and she thought he was cute. I told her if he chickened out we’d get one or two of those old geezers to go in the little room with us. Several had begged her before. Dollie thought that was gross but after both laughing and gripping thought the change back to an old fart might be fun.
---The next morning the weather made our decision. Rain was in the forecast so the evening before we’d picked up most of our things from around the RV and I even cranked up the leveling jacks. Nothing left but roll up the power cord. I’d already picked up the water hose and sewer hose. Even the TV antenna was lowered. Tomorrow I’d hitch up the car to the motorhome and hit the trail. 200 miles to home tomorrow and work late that night.
---While eating breakfast in the RV I asked what we were gonna do today. Dollie said “remember about going to the strip club? Let’s go.” I remember telling Dollie we’d wait until after lunch to go . Rarely do people go to those places until in the afternoon. We had good luck there around early afternoon, not crowded. Since it was now raining harder we just took a little ride. By the way, Dollie wore a micro mini and low top again. When she didn’t wear shorts I was sure she was ready to get fingered so I asked. “Of course,” she said.
----It was after 2PM. Maybe 3PM by now. I’d grilled Dollie many times about doing this again. Years of begging for this, now I was worried. She smiled and insisted it would be fun. In fact I’d asked so much she was getting upset. Still, as I parked in the strip club lot I asked once more about getting fingerfucked by some old coots. Dollie said she hopes it’s the cute bartender.
----Inside. We walked directly to the bar and got the bartender off to the side. I told him my wife wants to talk to him. Most games and even picture taking I’d make Dollie ask. It was my safety for not forcing her to do things. He was ogling her boobies oozing out of her blouse as Dollie told him our plan. “We want to rent the lap dance room with you for an hour or so. The owner/bartender asked her “for what?” Dollie said ”I think you know.” They laughed and talked about getting her boobs fondled and her pussy fingered. She sort of jokingly begged him “ if you won’t do it my husband is going to get some of those dirty old men who keep staring at me.” The bartender told both of us he’d be very happy to join us. He said “but first let me make a phone call and some rules of my own.”
--I was thinking, Oh fuck, he’s gonna get another man or two to join us! I told Dollie this. Her answer was, “well we’ll see.” We had a seat, watched at least two strippers dance and flirted with several 60 to 65+ year old men in case we needed back up players. Dollie actually liked a couple of them. A few fondled her titties and asked to see her pussy. Then one old fart rubbed Dollie’s c*nt. I think she was ready to rent a lap dance room!
---Maybe half hour passed and in walked a knock out gorgeous Blonde wearing a low blouse and a mini skirt that rivaled Dollies short skirt. The bartender hugged and kissed her then introduced his wife, also about our age. Some brief small talk and we were told “Let’s go play”. “Remember” he added, “no fucking or oral sex.”
----I’ll name the Club owner Hank and his wife Helen. Helen removed her clothes instantly and was cuddling me, rubbing her big tits into my chest. A first for me there, I took off my T-shirt and shorts, standing fully erect from Helen’s previous cuddling. Hank striped. But Dollie’s tummy scar embarrassed her so she only removed her top and rolled the tiny mini up . She didn’t realize it but her scar almost always showed during these games! No one seemed to care. Like I’ve written before, it’s that gash below it they were after. As the games began Hank and Helen refreshed us with the no fucking sucking rules.
---This deserves a whole new story……….. To follow.
We did the wife swapping fingerfucking, tit feeling thing for a long time. We even swapped back to our own wives a few times. Sometimes I forgot which blonde I was playing with! Helen’s c*nt was also well worn but juicy! We had a great time. Several times one of the strippers looked in to make sure things were okay. That was part of their job when others were using the lap dance rooms. By the way our cost for the day was zero! Even the beer was free when we took a well deserved break just to get better acquainted.
-----The only reason we left was it was getting late and I wanted to get the car hooked up to the motorhome before dark. Remember, we were headed home in the morning. Plans were made and we returned by motorcycle. Next time was in August. We’d planned on getting a motel that time but were forced to stay with Hank and Helen. After that, we stayed in one of the homes for rent or for sale by the reality company Helen worked for.
(Just remembered another story. In fact, I could write a book about Helen and Hank. More to follow)
---We went back to visit a few times toward the end of the year and several more times over the next couple years. We’d found our dream couple! I‘m thinking this was 1984 to maybe 1986. Then life got too busy and our sex games nearly stopped until retirement in 1994. Part of this has been written someplace.

Lookin into a Mirror
 

HANK & HELEN---DENNY & DOLLIE

-----------------------Lookin into a Mirror

---I’ve heard that somewhere we all have a twin. Helen looked more like Dollie than I looked like Hank. But this is not about physical looks. Read this and decide for yourself. Keep in mind I was 44-45 and Dollie 42-43. I believe both Helen and Hank were 42 when we met. We were different. We were alike! Now that I look back, Hank was the smartest of the two of us. I’ll try to stay with the basics or this really will become a book. Please remember it all happened 30 years ago, either 1984 or 1985. But it could have been yesterday.
----Yes, I really did want to fuck Helen, many times. And Hank wanted to fuck Dollie. We were only human and we often admitted it! I believe I could have fucked Helen if Dollie agreed to swap. But our friendship may have ended too. Because of stubborn Dollie I missed a lot of good pussy! But I also got a lot more tits and fingerfucking than on my own. You knew this. I also believe back during this time period I could have bribed Dollie into fucking others just so she could continue getting strange finger fucking. But love is stronger than sexual urges.
---Notice the differences and the similarities. We’ll begin when Helen and Hank were maybe 20. Helen said she was fucking every guy with a prick that would fuck her. I’m sure if she looked anything like she did in her 40’s that was a lot of them. At this time Dollie wasn’t fucking anyone but me. That’s still true. Hank said he was fucking anything in a skirt, including Helen. They fell in love and married. This was just like me and Dollie, even the fucking part.
---They did a little swapping and saw how most of the others were not really married or divorced in a short time. I don’t care what ya say about group sex or wife swapping, it’s not a good way to keep a marriage together. Okay, it works for you. Helen sat Hank down and explained pretty much the same things Dollie and I used as our rules. “If you love someone kissing and intercourse are the ultimate way to show that love. We’re not fucking anyone we don’t love.” In their early 20’s Hank and Helen began living by those rules. I was a slow learner. I was still fucking everything I could get into the 80’s, age late 40’s. May have even had a few later. But it was always with Dollie’s consent and usually her help getting the pussy.
---This is what’s not fair. A woman can find a man to fuck her fairly easy. For me, if I didn’t want to spend a lot of time or use a prostitute I depended on Dollie and her friends. You see, while Hank stopped fucking other women while in his mid 20’s I continued into my 40’s. But our other ideas and plans were the same. Fingerfucking and feelin titties is just for fun. Again I think it was Helen who read Hank the rules. “I love having men fingerfuck me and fondle my titties. You love watching and doing the same with other gals. We want to make each other happy. So if we really do love each other we should be happy sharing my pussy with others.” Yep. Pretty much how I explained it to Dollie in the 60’s. You may not understand or agree with these ideas. Love is strange.
---- They still weren’t exactly like us. Dollie has never gotten fingered without me watching. She actually only started doing it for my entertainment. Helen was already a realtor and lookin hot in her tight tops and mini skirts. When showing a home she was often being hit on, mostly by married men. Perfect. Helen didn’t want a boyfriend. She just wanted fondled and fingered! This went on for years and they both were happy. After Helen was nearly ****d and often had to fight off customers she stopped playing finger dipping games on the job. No, these were not Dollie’s way of playing our games, also for fear of being ****d. Yet the fondling and fingering parts were.
--Here’s where I get jealous. Hank was working part time at a small strip club for a friend. Hank was getting all the young wh*r*s and dancing girls he wanted. He admitted, sometimes he cheated and fucked. But mostly he took them in a back room to finger and fondle. His boss friend had rules for the constantly changing crew of strippers. No dating customers and no fucking on club property.
----When the strip club went up for sale Hank bought it from his friend. Now he had a never ending supply of fingerfucking females always ready to serve. Somehow, using his friend’s no-fuck rules, and taking the lap dance theme to the next level, he had his girls playing his and Helen’s fingerfucking fondling games with anyone with $10 to $20 and an hour’s time. A cost Hank said the working man could afford. Of course Hank got all he wanted free. Most of the girls figured getting fingered was easier and more fun than standing on a stage being stared at by a bunch of old drunks.
----Poor Helen was no longer getting any strange finger/fondling. One of them decided that the club was often home to several horny old perverts who were always staring at her and making offers to go in the back room. Why not let Helen play there. I suppose her and Hank discussed this. Maybe it just happened one evening. Anyway for the past ten years both Helen and Hank were using one of the lap dance rooms for their own fingerfucking games. Safe and Helen was even getting paid for it. As a bonus one or more of the strippers would come in now and then to make sure Helen was safe. An added bonus, Helen often got masturbated by one of those lesbian strippers. Helen made it clear she is no lesbian but being fingerfucked by one now and then was exciting. Usually the old guy paying for the room enjoyed the extra gal too. All the while safe and partially legal.
---Me, I was lucky if I could find a girl willing to let me fondle her. And then it always ended when they just had to get fucked. Most women are that way. When they are prick teased they expect to get fucked! But Dollie enjoyed watching me fondle and fuck other women so this worked out well. Still, we wanted a few married couples just to swap for masturbation and cuddling. Every time we found the ideal couple, one or the other wanted to swap to fuck. We spent much of our lives while playing our games in search of that one special couple with the same values and ideas as us. They didn’t exist!

-THEY DID EXIST ! Hank and Helen part two.
 

-THEY DID EXIST ! Hank and Helen part two.

Another reminder----- No way in hell could I remember all of the details of these stories if I hadn't made notes and written much of it soon after the events happened. These stories were mostly written years ago for other forums and private letters. Most of this info was never meant for public viewing. Please don't tell dad!


More update crap....;)
---Was it karma or that kinky angel of mine? We’d met a kid, too young, 20 year old Mikey. Then some of his barely legal friends. Next it was something totally uncalled for and shocking, teasing two older Mexican guys working in a public diner. Because Dollie was loving those young fingers in her c*nt we had a dilemma. Too many kids and realizing we’d been taking too great of chances in public.
---Before this time and most of our lives we played our games with men our ages or much older. Old men are kinky. I know, now I are one! Dollie was loving this change to kids. In our mid 40’s these were kids. Still we tried to keep within legal age limits. Mikey actually looked older than a couple of his 22 year old friends. Thanks to those two 60+ men we ended up at Hank’s Strip Club. Thinking back it’s hard to believe we did many of those things.
----Hank and Helen had looked for years for their dream couple. Someone they could trust to fingerfuck Helen and fondle her tits without ending up wanting to fuck. Of course they were searching for the same kind of partner for Hank. For them owning a small strip club was perfect. Still they were missing the variety, surprise, and challenges we lived. For us it was like fishing. Even a bad day could be fun.
----Finding that special couple was a simple task. But it wasn’t such a simple thing to do. We’d all met and dated the perfect couples repeatedly. It always ended up in arguments and sneaky attempts to fuck. Dollie and I had given up long ago. We were perfectly happy just playing our games and taking that rare opportunity to play our fingerfucking games with random strangers. Until the 80’s success didn’t happen often. When it did we were taking a great risk in Dollie being ****d or us being arrested. The past few vacations were unreal. It just seems like Dollie was wearing a sign “finger me.” Most likely it was what she wasn’t wearing that worked.
----Yes, Hank and Helen, Dollie and Denny, finally found the idea partners. With nearly every one we met it never lasted. We’d stayed with Helen and Hank or camped at the RV park nearby many times from about 1984 to maybe summer 1987, keeping in touch by letters and phone.

--By early 1988 seems like their phone was disconnected and letters returned. On our last trip up there, maybe 1988, the strip club was abandoned and their house had a for sale sign out front. No more Helen and Hank. No more perfect fingerfucking friends. Another chapter in our kinky lives closed. Even the Mexican restaurant, ex-fast food joint, was little more than a shell of a building in a weed covered parking lot. But there were still the good memories. Let's go back for a few more games with Hank and Helen.

THE ADVENTURES OF HANK, HELEN, DENNY & DOLLIE
 

-THE ADVENTURES OF HANK, HELEN, DENNY & DOLLIE
---------------------Some things that happened while playing with Helen and Hank.

---Dollie has had three children. So several months before and after each were born most games stopped. That would roughly be the end of 1958, our first boy. Summer of 1964, and again Fall of 1970. I’ll call those the NO GAME period. Altho we were having sex and some fun right up until each was born and soon after. When our daughter was born Sept 1970, Dollie had several surgeries and more later. This also put games on hold.
This happened beginning in 1984 or 1985.
--Life was finally perfect in our wacky perverted world. Hank and Helen came down to spend a few weekends with us for our wild games. Often kids made things awkward. By this time they were old enough to stay together or with friends. Before this, with luck and begging we usually had a free family member babysitter when we camped alone. Keep in mind I was 44-45 and Dollie 42-43. I believe both Helen and Hank were 42.
--- We started visiting Hank and Helen more often. I believe it also had to do with their jobs and chances to play games in strange surroundings, namely rental and for sale homes the company Helen worked for had listed. Kind of like us fooling around in new surroundings outside on vacations, someone else’s home made it feel kinky. Especially while fingerfucking your new best friend’s wife. The strip club was also fun and handy. For us surprises seemed a part of our adventures. Another surprise for me was Helen convinced Dollie that women could play with each others breasts, have fun, and not be lesbians. Hank and I enjoyed watching them do that many times. It made us all hot and we could still play with their pussys at the same time.
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---We were once again staying in a fully furnished home that was on Helen’s listed homes for sale. She’d showed it a lot but couldn’t make a sale. The other realtors had their own list so this place was ours for the weekend. Middle of a weekend afternoon, all four of us naked and cuddling with opposite wives in the middle of a king sized bed. Yes the doors were all locked. Unexpectedly into the bedroom walked two of Helen’s female friend realtors and not one but two prospective young couples interested in the place. Giggling and gasping covered other sounds. I think one couple was just tagging along with their friends. Two men and four women, all in their 40’s and 50’s, embarrassed and staring at tits, asses, and cocks. I have no idea why they didn’t do what normal people would do, turn and hurry out! No, they stood there staring, repeating they were sorry for interrupting. Of course other normal people would have grabbed a blanket or laid on their stomachs. Silly us, we all jumped up and stood there, erections, tits and all! I even think one of the guys told us to continue while they look the rest of the house over.
----Helen was worried she’d be fired. But the other two realtors really were her friends and never mentioned this to anyone else at the office. At least no one important. They did tease her for a long time. I believe we all got dressed and stayed quietly in the bedroom. As they left over an hour later one realtor lady peeked in the door and said something like “sorry, you can continue now.” We’d rode our motorcycle up there and I’d parked in the large garage. Hank also parked in the garage and closed the doors. As far as the realtors knew, no one was there.

PART TWO ---A happy ending. The middle aged couple later called Helen and she got to show the house again. They bought it a few months later, still apologizing for the interruption before. Helen had told us while she was showing the house to the couple again, he’d feel Helen’s tits whenever his wife wasn’t near. Helen didn’t mind that.
----The place was tentatively sold but the man asked Helen to meet him there again to check a few things. Helen found out the few things he wanted to check were her tits and pussy. She later told us he was handsome and polite. Getting felt up and fingered was nothing new to Helen. So the new home owner and Helen spent much of the afternoon fingerfucking and fondling. When he tried to fuck her Helen ran out the front door partially naked yelling for help. A neighbor came over, Helen explained the near **** part, but told the neighbor she’d be okay.
----Helen told Hank. Hank and Helen made plans. Helen called the guy apologizing and promised to meet him again at the house. Instead of Helen, Hank and his strip club buddy beat the crap out of the man then called his wife. The house became available again and Helen made a sale once more.
--I’ll admit these stories are beginning to stray from us to others. But our lives weren’t a preplanned book.

Thanking the Mexican Cooks.
 

-Thanking the Mexican Cooks.
---We took pride in thanking people who had been good to us. Hank and Helen had told us they remembered the two Mexican restaurant owners and how polite they were the few times they stopped in at the strip club. Had it not been for them we’d never met Hank and Helen or played more games with those boys. Dollie agreed we had to thank those old guys at the diner. We’d invite them to a play room at the strip club!
---They’d already fingerfucked Dollie last summer so it really wasn’t anything new. But that’s the best way we knew to thank them. We’d met and played with Hank and Helen off and on for much of that first summer and into the next spring. Perhaps it was spring 1985 now???? We’d also eaten at the diner again showing the old guys only brief pussy shots . We were learning not to be so daring in public. Once again, I caught Dollie in a wild mood while camped at the RV park near the Mexican diner. Dollie agreed it was payback time. Of course I had to repeatedly ask because it always surprised me when she said yes when it came to getting fingerfucked. Yes, were their answers also to meet at the strip club and a date was set.
----We arrived at least an hour early at the strip club. We’d already explained our game plan with Hank and Helen. By luck Helen had free time and would be there. Right on time two big old Mexicans showed up, grinning from ear to ear. They also knew the plan. But not all of it! We loved surprises and learned to surprise others. Like random flashing, it’s that surprise that makes it fun.
---We had a drink and talked, mostly about fingerfucking Dollie. She assured them they’d both get all the time they needed this time. A year ago, in the parking lot, each got less than 15 minutes while sitting in our car. Laying on a bed with bright lights with no cops to worry about would be much better. As far as lighting, customers had many choices. Very dim, almost dark, medium, even colored, to almost operating room spot lights . I always chose the bright lights, as we did this time.
--Both guys asked the barmaid what this room was gonna cost them. We all told the guys it was already taken care of. Actually they didn’t know it but it was free. Seems like I did tip the girls something. Yes, two girls occasionally joined us, mostly because those were Hanks regular rules. Dollie, semi clad in another micro mini and skimpy top, led the way. I motioned for both old guys to go next, I followed. In no time they had Dollie’s top off and her skirt again waist high. Both men were working on a tittie even before Dollie laid on the bed in the center of the small room. These reminded us of a doctor’s exam room and the small adjustable table thing patience lie on. Don’t think these adjusted though. Dollie laid down. Quicker than you read this last part one of the old guys had her legs spread and was fingerfucking Dollie. None of this was timed and it’s been a very long time ago. But we do know the first Mexican took his time and enjoyed what he was doing, as the other worked on Dollie’s titties. Occasionally I helped with fondling and nipple torture just to show I approved. Nipple torture because rubbing and tuggin on them always caused Dollie many orgasms and uncontrollable quivering.
Nipple torture gauranteed a wet pussy would be available.
----Mexican number two immediately inserted fingers and continued almost without skipping a beat as number one joined me in booby manipulation. Occasionally one of the little strippers would look in the door, sometimes come in and rub a tittie if available, smile then leave. An hour maybe???????? Hank walked in asking if things were okay and if we needed anything. The Mexican guys had swapped back and forth for over an hour by now. Seems like even one of the tiny little strippers may have dipped a tiny finger in and out, along with rubbing Dollie’s nipples.
--By her looks of joy and squeals of delight I’m sure Dollie needed nothing when asked. So I told Hank, being as ornery as I could sound “I think she needs your help reaching a climax.” At this time the door to the tiny play room was wide open to the sounds and views of the few people in back of the tavern. There wasn’t much room left in there considering a stripper was standing there, along with me, two big Mexicans, the table/bed in the center with Dollie spread wide and panting like a marathon runner. Yet Hank squeezed in as the men scooted to the sides of the room. Already over an hour of steady masturbation and Dollie was about to get a Hank treatment.
---The Hank treatment began. I pulled the door shut to muffle Dollie’s even louder screams of joy, panting, and notifications of her climaxes. Yes. We all knew Dollie was having fun. All the more reason to keep pounding away on that hot pussy.
--Both Hank and Helen had deep authoritative voices that scared little puppies and old men. He was pumping away in Dollie’s pussy complaining to her how hot and juicy it was. Someone was rubbing her nipples and tits, not helping a bit. Hank was telling Dollie “stop cumming b*tch or I’ll have to go faster.” Dollie was telling Hank she is sorry but “I’m cumming more now.” This went on for maybe 10 minutes. Dollie yelling she’s cumming, Hank calling her names and telling her stop doing that. We both knew it was all part of Hank’s game and only made Dollie climax even more.
---Who knows how long Dollie had been getting a steady masturbation by these three, plus a quickie by the young stripper. The door opened to the play room and in walked Helen. Helen was looking sexy. Obviously those weren’t here house selling clothes! Equally as kinky and deep voiced as Hank she said things like “WTF is going on here? Then she apologized for being late. Also wanted to know “what is my husband doing fingerfucking that sl*t?” I think those two big Mexicans were scared to death. Helen told Hank to get the hell out of the way. This was another first. Helen replaced Hank fingerfucking Dollie. Dollie didn’t seem to mind. She was still moaning and yelling about cumming. The two Mexicans were working on Dollie’s tits again. Helen told them to get their asses over here and help keep this woman’s pussy hot.
----Dollie was nearly crying but begging for more, holding the Mexicans by the arms or waist tightly. Helen had a fist deep in Dollie’s pussy ramming it hard. She finished in maybe another ten minutes. As Helen pulled her hand out of Dollies wet hole she looked at the little stripper and told her “get over here ya little sl*t and lick this pussy clean.” The girl immediately got down and started licking and sucking Dollie’s flowing c*nt. Helen asked her several times how’s it taste b*tch?” The gal would answer something like ’”great or delicious.” The girl stopped several times to get up. Helen told her she wasn’t finished. Then Helen told me I needed to finger that wh*r*’s tight little dry pussy while the girl was bent over Dollie. I did! Seems like two Mexicans continued working on Dollie’s tits and watching us.
---Again I have no idea what exactly was spoken or how long that poor girl licked Dollie’s wet pussy. Or how long I fingered the girl for that matter. Somewhere after all this madness we all went out and had a drink, or two. We all watched a few strippers and listened to the two Mexicans thanking us for a great afternoon. Seems like when they got up to leave Helen told them “get your fat asses back in that playroom. You ain’t done yet. Nobody has made me happy yet. She was rubbing one of the Mexican’s crotch and asking him if he knew how to make her happy. Seems like he told Helen he can’t get a hard on anymore. Helen told him she could see that. Then she asked him if they could make her pussy feel as good as they did Doliie’s.
---Back to the playroom. Each Mexican fingerfucked Helen. Hank fingerfucked Dollie. I fingerfucked a different stripper. Eventually Dollie got fingered by me and the two Mexicans again. It got confusing but there was a lot of fingerfucking going on. It was getting late. I wanted to get the car hooked up to the motorhome before dark so we could leave at a reasonable time next morning. As much as we hated it, we said our goodbyes and left.
---I’d say those two Mexican cooks got thanked enough. When we saw them later that year they couldn’t stop thanking us or talking about it. I don’t remember Dollie showing her pussy or wearing tops quite so low when we ate there again. But we did meet some of Dollie’s little boyfriends a few times around the summer of 1986.
----We don't remember when, but Dollie stopped letting anyone else insert anything except fingers in her. I guess for saftey.

-HOOKED ON FINGERING #1
 

--HOOKED ON FINGERING #1

---Suddenly I see another extremely embarrassing secret topic being born. As we remember the facts, look at our notes, and realize we’ve both put it out of our minds for a long time, Dollie agrees to share her most intimate details. HOOKED ON FINGERING.


---REUNION WITH MIKEY AND SLIM.-----------Summer 1986 or 1987.
---Near my notes in CONDO I explain some date changes. I realize now what you are about to read happened July 1986. No big deal but details bother me.
---Our last year going north for many years. At least for sex games. By the next year Dollie had more female problems, gained weight, my work, and other things changed our lives forever. Well, until 1994 when we retired to Florida. So this was our last big wild vacation. Of course, we didn’t know it at the time although the games had slowed way down. Understandably because they actually got out of control for a few years up near the Wisconsin line near Lake Michigan. Lots of crap could have gone wrong. But with karma and our angels life was better than good. Maybe if I reviewed other stories and old letters I could pinpoint this last adventure. But it really doesn’t matter, 1986 or 1987, give or take a year. (1986) Without notes and old letters I’d never remembered most of these games.
----We sometimes camped at other parks with RV camping. We were staying at a few nudist parks, State parks, and other places, even membership parks by this time in the 80’s. Since our plans were for a reunion at the Strip Cub we went to our old standby sand dunes park. . What’s important is that friends Hank and Helen helped us get in touch with little boy Mikey. In turn that helped meet some of his and Dollie’s other friends. Mikey would have been around 22 by now. Dollie was thrilled that we could take Mikey to the club this year. I knew why but I often grilled her on her reasons why. “We can take Mikey in one of the play rooms, silly!”
---Hank had told us Mikey was now a regular at his strip club. During phone calls, we asked Helen and Hank if they knew if Mikey ever goes in the play rooms. “Yes he does, they both said. And the girls said he pays $20 so he must be getting to play a lot. $10 is for a simple lap dance. This is supposed to be confidential but Helen had ways of finding out. Helen told us she’d call back with a report. She invited Mikey in a play room. Helen later told us Dollie or someone taught Mikey well. Helen went into detail about Mikey’s fingers.
---Always nice to be informed before meeting old or new friends. Somehow we got hold of Mikey’s phone number and arranged a play room meeting at the Strip club on our first full day of vacation. I’d taken off a few days early. Must have been a Friday afternoon for that first reunion. Glad we did. Soon after, the club was closed by the State, County or City, Helen and Hank disappeared. Rumor was Helen got a better job and they moved out of state. We hope that was true.
-----Mikey and Slim were gonna meet us to mess around in one of the strip club play rooms, also known as a lap dance room. Most places I guess they are but Hank added extracurricular activities at his place at bargain prices. Amazingly he never got in trouble with law. Being shut down was just part of State wide new laws. Same thing happened back around our hometown.
---I add lots of notes to help explain things. Yes, I overdo them. I’m sure as you followed along in my stories you’ve noticed a trend. The more men who played with Dollie’s boobs the more she loved it and the more she wanted to do it again. Within reason these tit games were safe. We tried to be careful where the tit games were played, how many played, and other safety issues. Still, sometimes we overlooked safety and our rules. Dollie got addicted to being group fondled. Because she was loving it I was loving it.
---The pussy playing games just sort of started happening after many years of begging and planning. It was even more important to have an escape route, not too many players, and be reasonably sure Dollie wouldn’t get fucked. Those games started out with only one man and in a place where we could yell or run. Things happened and we were taking chances in unsafe places, with people we knew nothing about, and no fast way out at times. Like having her tits fondled, Dollie got hooked. Dollie loved having her pussy played with as others watched and several took turns. The more who fingered her and the longer, the more Dollie wanted MORE! It got totally out of control. Again she was addicted and hooked on fingerfucking.
---Just by luck nothing ever went wrong and we found new friends with an ideal place to play. Besides the safety of the strip club, we were finally being more careful where we played fingering games and how many played. Dollie remained addicted to tit fondling and fingerfucking but with my help we controled the addiction. Now we see how nymphomaniacs are created. Is there such thing as a masturbation addicted nymphomaniac with a fondness for breast fondling? Sadly I created it and love watching. To top it off I tell others what makes her hot, how to get to her tits and pussy, how to make her have orgasm after orgasm.
---It all starts with getting Dollie to wear sexy revealing clothes and being stared at. Once someone gets her in a horny mood, rubbing and squeezing her nipples is the beginning of the end for her dry pussy. Once it’s no longer dry, anything goes. Amazingly anything except insertion of a cock anyplace in her body. Someway she’s always resisted everyone but me. We can’t remember when Dollie stopped letting others insert dildos, vibrators, or other objects. She said it was for safety because sometime they’d get shoved too deeply. Fingers seem more personal anyway.

HOOKED ON FINGERING #2
 

HOOKED ON FINGERING #2

--- Back to our story: Mikey and Slim at the strip club on our first real day of summer vacation, Thursday or Friday. Probably Friday. We again showed up early to visit Hank and maybe Helen. Helen was working but was supposed to come see us later. After Hank hugged Dollie and grabbed both tits, pulling them fully out of her blouse, as the six or eight old men in the strip joint stared, we had a seat near the stage. Dollie didn’t bother puttin her tits back in. Sitting on her bare ass with her skirt to her crotch didn’t help keep the attention off her either! Hank, in his loud voice said “hey b*tch your tits are out.” This was sure to attract any one who hadn’t yet noticed. Did I mention this was a raunchy neighborhood bar/strip club? Dollie was in a good mood. She countered with something like “well asshole you pulled them out. You put them back.” Thinking Hank was gonna put Dollies’ tits back in her low blouse he reached over, grabbed them and fondled them, as his customers stared. He sat back smiling, leaving Dollie’s tits out in the open.
---Hank’s place or most cheap clubs never had more than a few strippers with decent tits. And Dollies were way bigger than any working there. Not bragging. If you’ve been to low class tittie bar you already know this. Again most of Hanks regular customers walked over and tossed dollar bills on the table in front of Dollie. This is what they were supposed to be doing for the strippers on stage. Dollie took the money, quite a bit, walked up to the stage, and tossed it to the girl attempting to entertain everyone. Showing off, Dollie turned back toward the small crowd and sort of jiggled her boobs,shoving them back into her low top. If we left then it was a great afternoon. But it was only beginning.
---We sat drinking a beer, watching strippers, and talking old times with Hank loud enough for many to hear. Hank was as ornery as I. We were both questioning Dollie why she was here half dressed to meet two young boys. Dollie could be just as ornery and kinky. She told us “maybe I’m going to fuck the hell out of both of them!” I was always encouraging Dollie to fuck others. I’m sure my answer was “have fun and make sure you cum a lot.” She may have slapped us. Dollie never usually talked like this. But she usually never did most of those other things.
-----Seems like he was late. But Mikey finally walked in to join us. Said he was sorry that Slim had to work. I was actually relieved. We had never planned more than one on one with any games. Even though I sometimes mentioned it. Dollie jumped up and hugged Mikey. Mikey soon had both hands on Dollie’s titties and again they were out. I really don’t know if her tits were being pulled out by these guys or were just jiggling out. With some of her low tops anything is possible. As we sat there, Mikey drinking a beer now, Hank again shouted “Goddammit b*tch, put them titties back in your blouse or I will.” Dollie was having fun. “I guess you’re gonna have to put them in Hankie.” Hank jumped up but Mikey beat him to Dollie’s boobs. A quick feel and Mikey slipped them in. Hank was still being ornery. “Dammit kid you’re supposed to play with em first.” Mikey said “I did.” “Well fuck” Hank said. “We have to show you kids everything.” Hank walked over behind Dollie. Pulled both tits out again and began fondling them. Dollie was squirming. Hank told Dollie “sit still b*tch or I‘ll tickle your nipples and make ya cum.” Dollie said
“too late Hank. I‘m already cumming.” Hank told me “ you and the kid better get this sl*t in one of those play rooms and get her satisfied. But remember no fucking.” “Yes sir“ Dollie said. She was the first up
and headed to the play rooms. Mikey looked scared to death of Hank.
----Everyone in there was yelling and clapping. More fun than a bunch of young strippers. Hank whispered to me and Mikey, I think just being ornery again. After you guys get done fucking her clean up you sticky
mess. Mikey was grinning even more now. Dollie was already in a play room, her top off and skirt rolled up high. I stopped Mikey at the door, reminding him “no fucking or sucking.” Mikey said “yes I know.”
---One of the stripper/ waitress came in the room behind us telling us it’s the rules she has to be there. Mikey was fingering Dollie and working on her tits in no time. Dollie was again moaning and yelling, telling us she was cumming..... And cumming. Or telling Mikey to go faster or slower because she was ready for another orgasm. Mikey did good for at least 30 minutes. Then he needed a break. I fingerfucked Dollie a few minutes. Planning for us taking a drink break. But Dollie didn’t get a break. Hank came in and took over. I’d not stopped more than a minute.
---Hank must have fingered Dollie 10-15 minutes and he agreed Dollie’s pussy needed a break. But it still didn’t get a break. Helen walked in, again catchin Hank with his whole hand in the cookie jar. Grinning, Helen said “damned don’t anyone but Hank play with your pussy girl? Move over and let me at that hot honey hole”. We hadn’t seen Hank and Helen since last fall so during Helen’s masturbating Dollie I was hugging Helen and squeezing her boobs. Like another time, I was also soon fingerfucking the woman fingerfucking my woman. Mikey was fondling Dollie’s tits, then Helens. Not sure what Hank or the stripper body guard were doing. Could have been as much as an hour more fingerfucking Dollie by all of us. Dollie was also saying her pussy needs a break.
---As we walked out, danged drunken strip club customers. They were whistling, clapping, and yelling, saying things like “go Dollie go” Word of what happens in some of those rooms gets out! We drank sodas or maybe beer, watched a couple girls on stage again, laughed a lot, and went back in the room to play with Mikey. Yes only Mikey. In fact I think this was a first and probably the only time Mikey got Dollie all to himself after our first meeting with him. Even I just watched.
---As Mikey and Dollie walked hand in hand toward the play room I said something like “go ahead and start without me.” Helen encouraged this. She said sometimes a woman needs to be alone with someone else to really let go. This was also a first and only for us. It was difficult and seemed like an hour. But maybe 15 minutes later I joined Dollie and Mikey, fingerfucking and fondling in progress.
---Later Dollie thanked me for trusting her. Damned woman what not to trust. I knew you weren’t gonna fuck the kid. “Would you have gotten mad?” she asked. She already new the answer. We were camped up that way for two weeks. This was early in the first week. We’d meet Mikey, Al, Slim and even Joe a time or two that vacation. Dollie was lovin that young stuff. Dollie was loving old stuff. Hell Dollie was loving getting stuffed! But only with fists and fingers . That's why she loved playing games with those young kids. They could stuff their entire hand in above the wrist and work on her for ever.
------------------------------------No old photos but here's a recent one in a park.

-HOOKED ON FINGERING #3
 

-HOOKED ON FINGERING #3
TOGETHER IN THE STRIP CLUB PLAYROOM WITH AL, SLIM, JOE, AND MIKEY.
---Sunday-----These were the plans. Play our games with all four kids together. Some kind of city rules. No liquor till after Noon or something like that on Sundays. The only day all four kids were off work. Dollie had played with them all in smaller groups and all four one at a time two years ago. Could she handle four sex crazed young boys at once? This was one of those times when fucking would have been fun. But fucking wasn’t allowed in the play room anyway.
--- Summer 86 or 87. Only a few days after the above game with Mikey. Mikey told his three friends all the details about his adventures with Dollie and Helen at the strip club. I was 46-47,Dollie 44-45. Let’s just say 46 and 44 for Dollie to keep it simple. Mikey around 22 and the other three boys 24 by now. Figure that Hank and Helen would have been 44. A couple years either way is not important. Just showing we were nearly twice as old as the four kids. And yes I was still often begging Dollie to fuck them all. Maybe not all the same day, but all of them.
---Before this, and for years, partners were the same age and as much as 20+ years older than us. Of course, as time goes by, we are usually the oldest now. What’s important here is Dollie was lovin getting lovin from kids half her age. And Dollie was lovin getting lovin by small groups all at the same time. Got it straight?
-- Four kids, Dollie, I, and who knows how many others going to meet in one of those examining room sized play rooms at the strip club. Odds are Hank, maybe Helen, and one or more young strippers will be in and out of the room watching and helping. Dollie was hot just thinking about it. These multiple young partners were thrilling Dollie more than either of us could have ever imagined. And it was relatively safe. This from a woman I had to beg and tease for years just to show her naked body. She went from showing her slit to showing her wide spread c*nt. After she got the first taste of fingerfucking she was hooked. Well, it wasn’t a taste until much later. Sort of pokes!
-----Again, the time had come. This time we waited in the strip club parking lot to meet our young friends from two years ago. Yes, two years had passed, The boys actually looked like young men now. We no longer felt cheap and nasty with Mikey, which bugged us when he was only 20. Still, with older kids of our own , it was a strange thought so we tried not to think about it. After all, it was their ideas and we were doing worse things at that age. Our plans were to refresh the boys about the no-fuck and no-penetration rules. They all agreed, as before.
---We were a little surprised that all four boys actually showed up. They were looking like a small gang. We hesitated and I questioned Dollie about going through with this. She was right, we’d been with them before and we’d be inside with friends this time. By the time the boys finished hugging and squeezing Dollie and her parts, we’d wasted a good half hour. Her tits were already red from tight squeezes and her pussy wet from a few rubs and pats up her skirt. Had we left then the afternoon would have been one to write home about. But who do you write about things like this? I went home and wrote notes. Guess it wasn’t such a waste of time.
---We must have made a heck of a scene, a middle aged man, a middle aged woman dressed like a common wh*r*, and four young boys who needed their I.D.’s double checked because of how young they looked. By now we thought we were at Cheers. Hello Dolly was normal whenever we walked inside. The kids weren’t there to drink. Seems like Dollie and I had a beer and the boys a quick soda. They were more interested in convincing the waitress they were each going to pay $10 and spend a few hours in one of those play rooms with this blonde woman.
---New girl. She wanted $20 apiece, including Dollie and I. I politely explained we’d been here before and we didn’t want a girl or a lap dance. We just wanted one stinkin room and the manager. Somehow we had missed Hank when we came in. He was back stage, maybe taking a leak, or busy. Hank to the rescue. The girl, only doing her job, was trying to tell Hank we didn’t want any girls and we weren’t paying no $120 dollars. I said we could go to the Holiday Inn for $35. Hank laughed and did what Hank always does when he sees us--- Dollie. Grabbed her titties, lifted them out of her blouse and fondled them. Hank said charge the boys each $10 and my friends are free. Dollie is going to be their entertainment as long as it takes.
-- The kids paid as quickly as they could, gulped their sodas down, and asked which room? I told them to start without us. They looked goofy at me but went in the room. Can you even imagine what young kids are talking about at a time like this? Or during every waking minute until it happens? Hell they’re probably still talkin!
---Hank told the new girl to go with us. Watch until we were finished, if it takes all night. He told her she has a lot to learn. I’ll swear Hank winked at me! But I had my own plans. “No Hank, keep all the girls and everyone else out, including you, for at least an hour. I don‘t want the boys distracted away from Dollie.” Then Dollie and I went in to join the boys.
--- I instructed two to stand on each side of the little raised bed thing. One of you kids fingerfuck Dollie, one play with each boob, and the other be the nipple man, keeping her hot and juicy. Make up your own rules about how long you play and who goes next. Just don’t fight over it. You’ve got all day.(Pretty close to those words)
---Dollie seemed to have little to say during most of those games, other than panting and letting everyone know she was cumming a lot. This time she said she has only a few rules: Don’t hurt me. Don’t fuck me. Take all the time you need and make me feel good. At this time, before the spider bite surgery years later, Dollie’s tits were large enough for two grown men to fondle each if they weren’t hoggish. By then her pussy was also stretched big enough to get a fist my size up to the wrist. Kids, surgery, weight gain, and lots of masturbation did this. Even though she now had a tummy from the weak tissue after surgeries, laying flat it looked nice. She was also wearing some kind of a panty girdle garter thing to hide her awful scar. But it didn’t hide anything else!
---Some of the kids complained when Dollie said they had to take off their clothes too. But Dollie forced them. She said anyone who don’t get naked can’t play. I’m thinking all of us males wore shorts and T-shirts or tank tops. No one wanted to be first so Dollie told me to show them how to undress. I only wore shorts and a tank top. Finally all four were naked, 5” to 6” erections aiming upward, and Dollie giggling. She’d gently stroke each one now and then as they played their games with her. I sat on a stool in the corner to watch, sometimes gently masturbating.
By her early 40’s Dollie was taking all the masturbation she could get and never complained about it hurting. Rarely did someone have to give it a break or use Vaseline or KY jelly. All four boys did a fine job making Dollie squirm and scream. I remember reminding the kids they could ram their fist all the way up Dollie’s c*nt. I believe they all did their masturbation this way some.
---They complained about not getting their turn, someone taking too long, or getting in their way. But with four young horny boys, things went fairly smooth. Again, I even fondled a tittie or pinched a nipple now and then to show my approval. Dollie knew this was my signal I was enjoying the show and she could continue. She’d smile and blow me an occasional kiss. Seems like a few times after I squeezed a tit or rubbed her thigh she’d tell the boys “that’s Denny’s signal for you guys to keep having fun.” Whoever was dipping his fingers usually picked up the pace awhile.
----There was a knock at the door and a girl’s voice. “It’s been way over an hour. Can I come in?” I believe we were all surprised an hour passed so quickly. I either opened the door or told the girl to come in. It was the tiny new gal, Rosie, who had been our waitress. Rosie seemed surprised to see my prick sticking up and four naked boys leaning over Dollie like a surgeon performing delicate surgery. The door was in the center. There was a stool on each side of it in a corner. I told Rosie to have a seat on the other stool and enjoy the show.
---Rosie sat a while asking Dollie if she was having fun and me why I let other men do those things. I asked Rosie if she let’s men play with her tits and pussy. Her answer was yes but I need the money. I don’t think I asked Rosie, I took a $10 bill from my shorts pocket, handed it to her, began fondling her orange sized hard titties after removing her tiny top. I pulled the tiny pasties from her nipples and sucked one then the other. Rosie was hot. I was hot! I told Rosie to stand up. I pulled her hot pants down and removed her G-string. She was dressed to do her act. Neither Rosie or I said much. Rosie looked a lot like our old friend Charlotte, with a pussy nearly as tiny and tight. I worked one, then two fingers in Rosie’s tight tw*t.
----I’m thinking all the boys stopped whatever they were doing to Dollie. Dollie sat up and they watched me fingerfucking Rosie. From the time we went into that room to then had to be over an hour and a half. Hank walked in to check on us. “WTF” Hank said. “Dollie is laying there with four naked kids beside her and you’re fucking around with my girl?” Hank had a way with words. Hank walked over to Dollie, as she laid back. He was asking her if those kids did a good job and if she needed a real man to take care of that c*nt?” Dollie was saying yes a lot so Hank assumed her pussy had been well taken care of but needed his attention. Hank fingerfucked Dollie around 10 minutes. He said something like “I’ll be back in another hour to work on that wet thing again. I better find it fresh fucked. Oops, fingerfucked” Hank laughed.
---As he opened the door to leave Hank slapped Rosie the stripper on a tit and told her to be a good little girl. I was either fingering her again or playing with the other tit. Hank had not fully closed the door when he opened it again. “Rosie, show Dollie what a lesbian can do.” He laughed and shut the door.
---Rosie, now naked and her pussy dripping wet, stood, smiled at me, and wiggled her way between the two boys on one side of Dollie. As they fondled Rosie’s tits and ass, Rosie fingerfucked Dollie. That’s something Dollie does not like. But it happened a few times there and she told me it was fun. I was fingerfucking Rosie and rubbing my cock on her ass a lot. Seems like all four boys took turns playing with Rosie’s and Dollie’s titties. Have no idea how long before Rosie moved away from Dollie. Instantly one of the boys had a finger or hand in Dolllie and another was fingering Rosie.
---Rosie grabbed my cock and began stroking mine and one of the boys. She smiled at both of us asking “which one of these pricks am I going to get in my wet pussy?” Not sure which kid it was, but he shouted “Me Me!” Rosie grabbed mine with both hands and said “ I want this one!” I reminded her of the club rules and refused. Oh how I wanted that little pussy! Damned Dollie said. “Go ahead and fuck her. Hank won’t care!” I didn’t even try because I knew it wouldn’t fit. Besides with Dollie and four naked boys there with hard-on’s things could have gotten ugly.
--No way had another hour gone by! Hank returned telling us it was break time and we’d been playing around over another hour. Rosie would have gotten caught being fucked and maybe fired. We might have been kicked out for good. As we sat having a beer with Hank and the bunch, Dollie asked him “what if you’d caught some of us fucking?” Hank looked at Dollie and said ”well I suppose I would have had sloppy seconds.”
---Another amazing fingerfucking afternoon. I had been worried if Dollie could handle four young boys for an hour or so. Most of an afternoon of steady masturbation by those four boys, Hank, Rosie, and me. Dollie never once complained. As we walked to the bar room all thanked each other. Dollie got her tit feeling hugs. Someone asked her “Dollie ya want to go back in the playroom?” Seems like her first question was “with who?” Hank replied “with everyone at the table.” I’d swear Dollie’s answer was “yes.” Of course a couple of those old geezers nearby yelled “me too!” More goodbyes in the parking lot, stopped someplace alone to eat, back to the RV to fingefuck and fuck. The end of a fantasy Sunday. Let us pray!

INTRODUCTION TO MORE PUSSY GAMES.
 

INTRODUCTION TO MORE PUSSY GAMES.

---Dollie had enough action for a day and we still had two weeks vacation. It really hadn’t sunk in what had happened to her until our wild taxi cab weekend years earlier in this same area and the time with the four men in a boat,(Dollie still swore it was six men). Now the boys at the strip club, way too many nudists at the dunes, and other wild adventures.
---After this wild afternoon and the past few days, I reminded Dollie again she had a fingerfucking problem. She blamed me but we knew it had something to do with her 1970 surgery. We both decided we were having too much fun to quit. I also realized it was Dollie making most of those fingerfucking plans and finding more random partners. Up until 1971 and that wild long weekend with taxi cab drivers tit games were our thing. Tits were still part of the games. But tits only became the bait for pussy games. Niether of us can remember why we never called one of those cabbies again.
----Making things worse, partners and games seemed to be finding us! The next few days, Monday and Tuesday, we took rides or walked the beaches along Lake Michigan, her mostly just topless and me in my thong. In shorts, we walked the Kenosha pier again where we’d met the fishermen playmates, walked the family and grown up beach, and acted almost like real tourists. We even took the long path from the campground and park to the Amtrak station and back. Sure, Dollie flashed titties to several and showed her pussy to a few. With my help, we actually avoided some possible game partners. Keep in mind, we often went on regular vacations with our kids and sometimes even other people. We weren’t always playing kinky games. However games seemed to find us!

----Hank and Helen came out to the campground to visit maybe two days after we were there at the Club, Tuesday evening???? . Helen gave Dollie a key where she was renting condos. Told us we could use an apartment to play with our little friends where it would be more private. Her and Hank explained they’d been having problems about zoning and the Club may be shut down soon. Showing us another key Helen assured us these are the only two for that apartment. No one would be coming in unless we leave the door open.
---We came up with a plan! What if we park our RV at your house or the Club and stay in the condo? After all, all four boys now work and everyone lives within 15-20 miles of the Club. They can’t all meet at the same time often. I’m thinking that other time was a Sunday afternoon was why all four boys could be there. It’s a deal but bring your camper to our house. The Club lot may not be safe. Somehow we were able to tell a few of the boys and we had almost two full weeks of games in the privacy of our own little condo. No fooling around and early to bed that Tuesday after calling Mikey with the good news. What would Wednesday bring?

CUM TO THE CONDO #1
 

CUM TO THE CONDO #1

---Cell phones sure would have made life easier back then. But there were pay phones on many corners and in front of many stores. Lucky for us the condo phone was working. I believe Hank’s and Mikey’s numbers were the only one’s we had. We explained the good news, gave Mikey the address, and told him to have the others call us. Since these kids were normal horny young boys they soon all called and plans were made for meeting with one, two, and a few times three of them. We didn’t want them all there at once. While the strip club gave us some security, being alone with more than two strangers of any age worried us.
----Found out most of the boys now had girlfriends but only one was getting any fucking or fingering. They each told Dollie over the phone they still needed her pussy and tits. I’m thinking we brought our small amount of groceries to the condo and shopped for more plus lots of snacks, beer, and soda for the boys. We lined up more orgies and meetings with Hank and Helen. Most of nearly two weeks were spent either playing games or waiting for someone to show up for games. So far, everyone obeyed our no-fucking rule.
----We got the condo key on Tuesday and moved our RV to Hank’s place Wednesday morning. Visited Hank and Helen early that evening and may have gone out to eat together. This vacation was looking more normal all the time. I’m thinking on Wednesday two of the boys, Al and Joe were coming over to the condo maybe 5Pm or so. So we took advantage of the time and went to the strip club just to watch the dancers and visit with the few we’d gotten to meet… And meat!
---Other times we did go out to eat and take rides, go to the beach, and even play some tit flashing photo shoots. When I saw a fingerfucking game about to happen I’d make up a story and we’d leave the area. Funny all those years trying to get Dollie to fuck and now I was making excuses. |
---May as well set the scene. Since we were inside a private residence and never left sometimes for days, I was either naked or wearing only short shorts. I’d put on my shorts when the boys arrived. Sadly Dollie now wore her narrow girdle type/ garter belt thing, nothing more to cover a nasty tummy scar. But these were lacy sexy things of various colors. Sometimes fishnet stockings. This left her exposed and ready.
---Strippers and pin-up girls were never nude. The boys never asked questions anymore. Her young friends rarely removed their clothes unless Dollie begged them. She rarely asked for her own piece of mind. After all a covered cock is a safe cock


-Condo #2 & #3

---Wednesday and Thursday were sort of uneventful fingerfucking days with one or two of the boys, some maybe in the morning, then another in the evening. (Stop!----- checking with Dollie and looking through a bunch of old notes, this got confusing keeping facts in order. I’ve had to go back and change days and events. But the games were the same.)
And uneventful does not seem like the correct words for watching your wife being masturbated by several young boys.
Condo #3----FRIDAY. A funny thing happened as two boys knocked at the door for maybe the second or third day of games, Friday????? We’d arrived up there on the Thursday or Friday before.
---The guy across the hall, mid 40’s, was standing in his doorway watching naked Dollie opening our temporary condo door to let two boys in. We’ll call him Jerry. We’d met Jerry several days earlier and he seemed to love Dollie’s low tops. He mentioned it several times. Jerry waved and told Dollie she was lookin good. Dollie waved back and let her two little friends in, still standing in the open doorway . She waved to Jerry again saying “bye, closing the door.”
---A few hours later, the two boys left. Again Dollie stood nude in the open doorway hugging the boys and telling them she had a good time. Apparently Jerry has good ears. He was in his doorway watching again. As the boys left Jerry started across the hall. Actually Dollie surprised me. She said “hello Jerry,” she stepped in and shut the door. I would have bet Dollie would have stood there and flirted with him! It wouldn’t have surprised me had Jerry knocked and asked to come in. Apparently he wasn’t that kind of guy.

ROTATING PARTNERS Condo #4 and #5
 

ROTATING PARTNERS Condo #4


--- A week passed counting our first nights in the campground. Tomorrow, the second Saturday afternoon was another fun fingerfucking day for Dollie and the other two boys, as planned. She actually fixed supper for all of us then they spent an hour or so making Dollie smile.
---I’m thinking Saturday night was strip club night and we met some of the boys, using a play room. Sort of swapped meeting boys back and forth but some got several visits in a row. They were always gentle and polite.
---I do remember a few afternoons Dollie entertaining one or two boys and another showing up to join us for supper and more fingerfucking. As much as we tried to limit it to two boys, having three there was never a problem. Having too big tits and a hot pussy kept them all entertained. Me. I watched and often got a hand in someplace.
---Since they worked different hours some were there at least an hour or so during the day for fun and games. This didn’t count our own bedroom games mornings and bedtime. We kept that pussy busy. Seems like by 11 or 12PM we sent them home if anyone was still there. That was week number one.

--------------------------Is it getting boring?

-Condo #5
---Week two. Same schedule as week number one most days. But Monday or Tuesday afternoon we got an additional surprise. Neighbor Jerry always seemed to know when we were having boys in and out. Apparently Jerry had a view of the parking lot. He’d be there with his door open waving and saying little things to Dollie to make her smile. Almost always there again to watch Dollie hug the boys goodbye and wave again. She was lovin it and seductively moving around just a little longer than necessary, watching the boys go down the hall.
--- If I was Jerry I’d been beating our door down to join. It was obvious he could hear some of the kinky comments about what went on as the kids were leaving. I was thinking Jerry was queer. But even queers love titties! One of life’s mysteries.
--- Most likely Al and Joe stopped in next as scheduled. Let’s call it Monday noon because a lot happened yet that final week. Yes we had a schedule now. These boys loved surprising Dollie. And like other boys, loved bragging to friends. Remember they were almost 25 now and Dollie 44, I think. Al and Joe also knew Dollie now loved small groups.

CONDO #6
 

CONDO #6

---------IN WALKED JOE, AL, RICK, AND DICK ! Condo#6

--- In walked Joe, Al, Rick, and Dick…… No none of these are their real names.
Who the hell are Rick and Dick?
---I don’t think so boys!. “No way” I told them. They promised to be good and stick to the rules. What rules? No insertion of a penis and no pain. Plus stop means stop. Yea, those rules. Rick and Dick were friends of the other four kids, including Slim and Mikey. “Yea but we don’t know them and we don’t want more than two of you here at once. Dollie is not a prostitute. This is just among friends.” (And more similar words.)
---This loud conversation was going on just inside the open door as I talked to the four boys for maybe 15 minutes. Dollie, naked of course, had stepped back looking shocked. She was smack dab in the center of the open doorway, a sideways view to Jerry, now in the hall staring in our door. We had no idea how long Jerry had been there. Dollie couldn’t get past the five of us. The boys and me had walked just inside.
---Jerry was being a good neighbor. He stepped in our condo door and asked “anything wrong folks?” Dollie told Jerry “thanks, I don’t think so.” Jerry was focused on Dollie’s tits, close enough to take a bite. “Are you sure? I can call the police.” I assured Jerry these were our friends and we thanked him several times. I told Jerry “Just a misunderstanding. We were just getting ready to have a little party. Would you like to join us for a beer or soda?” Dollie whispered that neighbor Jerry had been there in the hallway pretty much the whole time………….. Really, fifteen minutes?????? That was a lot of staring!
---Next thing I remember was Dollie shutting the door and going to the kitchen for sodas and beer, asking everyone what they’d like. Neighbor Jerry was being very neighborly. He was right behind Dollie reaching in the refrigerator around Dollie to grab beers and sodas. Jerry’s hands seemed to grab a tittie and butt cheek instead! Dollie jumped. We could hear Jerry apologizing and Dollie telling Jerry “that’s okay it felt good.” Remember that cartoon comment with the young blonde bent over looking on the bottom shelf of the refrigerator? Jerry was first that day to get a Daleshot. When the other four kids saw Dollie’s ass sticking up they all had to take a look. Somehow I know Dollie did that on purpose. It doesn’t take that long to hand a guy a few beers? She’d grab a beer, hand it back, grab another, until everyone had a beer and a good Daleshot!
----Note----(To let you know we made sure these games didn’t end up as uncontrollable drunken sex parties we didn’t keep much beer and no other liquor on hand. That afternoon I think we only had a twelve pack between four boys and three adults. A controlled sober sex party is more fun!)

-----Joe and Al knew the games. Actually so did Rick and Dick. I’m sure Jerry had ideas why we had company. I was thinking “oh shit, I’ll bet Jerry thinks we’re running a wh*r* house!” I told the boys to explain the rules to Jerry and they did. Al or Joe started fingerfucking Dollie, the other fondling her swinging boobs, telling Jerry this is what we get to do. Nothing like show and tell! Ya might say Dollie was lovin it, bent over in front of the opened refrigerator. She stopped passing beers but remained that way till she said her titties were cold and she was getting light headed!
--At first we were worried about four young kids fingerfucking Dollie and jerking on her tits. I said “Hey Jerry, have that boy move aside and you work that pussy before Dollie gets up.” This was my gay test. Still don’t know if Jerry is gay but he sure tore into that wet pussy. But not for long. Dollie really was in an awkward position.
----Six of us horny guys and one hot mamma drank our beer and planned our game. Several hours of six on one fingerfucking was on! Seemed to be one or two hands on each tit at all times. Glad we had the private condo. Lots of screaming and panting. Lots of yelling about climaxes and laughing. Several breaks to pee, drink, and eat the burgers that someone went out for. But, for everything except the peeing breaks, a few hands were kept busy working on Dollie’s body parts. That may be the only times she complained. “You guys ever try to eat or drink while someone is playing with you?”
---Maybe even longer than several hours. After all, counting me fingerfucking Dollie now and then, all six of us must have worked on that juicy c*nt several times averaging five minutes each a whack! Way too many and way too long. They often asked her if she was okay and if they should stop. We were guessing her smiles and panting meant keep going!

-Condo #7
 

-Condo #7
---Rudely interrupted by a knock on the door. Who could it be? Only Hank, Helen, Mikey, and Slim knew we were there other than the boys already here. We were all in the large master bedroom ,mostly all on the king sized bed. I told everyone to be quiet, I walked out, shut the bedroom door, and asked who was there. It’s me, Mikey and Slim. “We just got off work and were in the neighborhood. What’s up?” Still not opening the door I said “ you told me you both had to work till after 4PM.” “It’s 5PM” said Slim! “Can’t be” I said “Al and Joe came over at noon to fool around. They’re still here.” “Well let us in to help fool around” they said. “I can’t. There’s already way too many here and Dollie’s worn out.”
--- Dollie was yelling “who’s there?“ I told her Mikey and Slim and they won’t leave. Dollie said “well let them in.“ I finally opened the door. Seems like it was Joe that came out also wanting to know who’s here and why I’m not in the bedroom. “Holy shit” I yelled to Mikey and Slim. “ I’m standing here talking to you 15 minutes and I left Dollie in there getting fingerfucked by a bunch of strangers.” Me, Mikey, Slim , and Joe hurried into the bedroom. There they were, Dollie giggling, panting, and spread eagle, Jerry fingerfucking her, Dick and Rick working on a tit, and Al rubbing her pubic area and slipping a finger in above Jerry’s as far as he could.
--- I told the guys beside me “let’s break all her old records. Grab something and play with it. ”Two went for a tit, joining whoever was already fondling one. The third was rubbing her thighs. What was left for poor old me? Remember it was eight men counting me now. Three on each side and one between her legs. I had no choice. Took off my shorts, climbed up at the head of the bed on my knees, and said “get ready b*tch, here’s you’ re desert.” These words may have varied. But whatever I said Dollie had a mouth full soon.
-----Of course everyone else was now willing to trade places with me. I told them I was the only one who could break the rules. Dollie pulled my prick out and told them “anyone with a cock bigger than Dennys’ can be next. Dollie had seen everyone’s prick except Jerry, Rick, and Dick. She could have been in for a surprise! However they didn’t say or do anything. She licked and sucked a few minutes then I got off and watched seven men taking turns fingering pussy and squeezing titties. Like a smart ass I asked Dollie “ya think I should call and ask Hank and Helen to join us?” Seems like her equally smart remark was “at least Helen has tits and a pussy to share with these horny guys.”
---It all started sometime after noon, the last two kids got there around 5PM. I’m thinking the games continued, with a few pee breaks and soda breaks, until well after 8PM. Hugs, squeezes, and thanks, for 30 minutes. We quickly showered and were in bed by 10PM. A very short fingerfuck and maybe 10 minute slow fuck. Dollie fell asleep before I filled her full.

CONDO #8 Break Time
 

CONDO #8 and #9

BREAK TIME ! Eight is More Than Enough! Condo #8
---We slept late Tuesday morning. As I was fingerfucking Dollie she told me “make it a quick fuck this morning. I need a break. My pussy hurts! My tits hurt! My whole body hurts! But I feel great!” I suggested we skip it. She insisted I fuck her. Pumped her full in a short time then showered. While I was shaving and she was taking a bath I mentioned something. “What if all of those fingerfucks yesterday were fucks? You’d have jazz coming out your ears!” She said something like “GROSS! I was Cumming enough myself without anymore in there.”
-----We took a scenic ride most of the day. We weren’t there to answer the phone and didn’t even fuck at bedtime. Dollie was finally fucked up. Or fucked out! Every time I mentioned too many guys and too long playing she’d say “But it was fun!“ I said “Maybe ten guys next time then.” I got slapped or cussed!
---Dollie loved getting in the last word. “Okay maybe. But only once for each guy.” She said “this was like a whole ball team because I probably got fingered over 25 times. I‘ll never be able to have sex again!”
I’m sure Dollie was right!-------8 times 3 times or more and nearly eight hours??????
----Just as we were ready to jump in bed the phone rang and she answered. One of the boys wanted to make sure Dollie was okay. Mikey. Sweet of him. She told him to tell the others she was feeling great but worn out. She thanked him. As she hung up the phone I heard her say “okay, see you tomorrow afternoon.”
---As I agreed earlier, no goodnight fuck. About all I got out of her before she fell asleep was “I’m gonna get fingerfucked by Mikey tomorrow.” Joking I asked “you just told me you’d never be able to fuck again.” No answer.
Tomorrow would be Wednesday!

WEDNESDAY -------BRAGGING DAY-- Condo #9
Found out Mikey wasn’t coming over until around 5PM Wednesday to play around alone this time. Dollie told him to explain to the others she needs a break but he is welcome for a quickie. Dollie was dieing to tell Helen about what she did Monday. I called Hank at work and said we’d like to visit just to tell about what’s been happening at the condo. Asked him when would be a good time to meet him and Helen. Maybe we could eat and talk at the same time. Also explained that from at least 5PM to 6PM we’d be busy with one of Dollie’s young friends. Again, noon was our appointment. I always loved noon appointments. Do not forsake me oh my darlin. HIGH NOON! Helen called back later and told us to stay put. They will pick us up to go eat maybe 11AM or so.
---Remember those cheap streak houses? Ponderosa and other buffet type places? The place was not busy and we had a fairly private table where we could talk. Hank and I wore jeans and Tee shirts. Helen and Dollie jeans and medium plunging blouses. Casual Helen said so we were casual. What always amazes me is how do Dollie’s medium plunging blouses become maximum plunging? Both gals had the same problem. But obviously the few other older diners seemed to like the problem. Keeping all four big boobs out of lunch was also a problem.
----We ate and we talked. They were both shocked at Dollie taking on seven men at a time for eight hours. Helen said it would have killed her. But she smiled and said “ what a way to go!” As we told every little detail Helen and Hank were also concerned about safety.
---Again we explained we never planned on having more than two men at the condo at any time. The first boys cheated and things just happened. But we’ve been friends with four of them over two years and they‘ve always been super gentle and understanding. The big thing with all of them is they know if they ever get out of hand we‘d never play games with them again, or their friends.
---About the only guy we knew nothing about was neighbor Jerry. He seemed okay and since he lived right across the hall we figured that was our safety. Yes, we didn’t know Rick or Dick but that was part of our leverage with the other four boys. Their friends screw up and everyone is out for good!
---We got yelled at. First by Helen then by Hank. “Just why the hell didn’t you call us to be your chaperones? I could have distracted half of the crowd“, Helen said. Of course Hank said “and I could have relieved those poor boys while they rested from all the work.”
---I put all the blame on Dollie. I said ‘remember dear when I suggested calling in Helen and Hank to help?” Helen kissed me right on the lips, breaking her own rules, thanking me. Lots of laughing and giggling and more questions about details of Monday.
------We’d finished eating and talking about Monday’s affair. The ladies flashed an old man slobbering on his steak. He paid all our meal tickets even though we protested. They flashed him again in the parking lot as he left in his Caddy. We got a short tour of the city. Went back to the condo and played maybe an hour of stinky finger and booby squeezing with our new best friends.
----Several times Dollie mentioned her tits and pussy hurting. Hank kept telling her we really needed Helen Monday to give Dollie a break. Hank and I played with Helen most of the time till nearly 5PM, letting Dollie rest up for her friend Mikey. They hadn’t been gone long when little Mikey arrived.

Wednesday evening Mikey Time..... Condo #10
 

-----Wednesday evening Mikey Time..... Condo #10

Don’t remember neighbor Jerry peeking out his door when Hank and Helen came and went.
But there he was as Dollie hugged and greeted Mikey. I don’t even
remember when Dollie changed. She was now standing there in the doorway
wearing nothing except one of those narrow lacy panty girdle things and
fishnet stockings. Mikey walked in the room as Dollie and Jerry
exchanged small talk. I’d swear Jerry grabbed a tittie just before
Dollie told him “see ya later Jerry.” and closed the door. I sort of
remember hearing Jerry through the door saying “can I come in?” “Later”
Dollie said again.
----Dollie explained to Mikey about her
titties and pussy still being very sore from Monday’s games. Mikey
offered to come back another day. Dollie cuddled up to Mikey and told
him he’s always gentle. “Have fun. If it hurts too badly I’ll tell you.”
Mikey had arrived around 5PM. For the next hour or so he mostly just
rubbed Dollie’s boobs and pussy lips. She almost had to beg him to go
ahead and finger it awhile. As she moaned and panted Dollie told Mikey
that having orgasms was making her feel better already.

---Probably 6:30PM, just guessing, we were drinking soda or iced tea and
talking. Mostly about too many men playing Monday and feeling much
better thanks to Mikey’s magic fingers. We often stressed to Mikey and
the others we do not want any more than two men at one meeting. Telling
them we were scared to death Monday and it’s too rough on Dollie. I told
Mikey that’s partly why we didn’t let Jerry in this time.
---
Mikey then said some thing that made us both smile. Us guys love Dollie
and would never let anything happen. If you don’t want to let us play
with her pussy we still want to be your friends. I’m sure that bought
Mikey some extra squeezes and pokes!
------Both of us reminded Mikey we’ve
been playing these games with him and his buddies over two years and
hope to keep playing as long as they want.
----Headed for
the door, Mikey asked if it was okay to come back tomorrow around 5PM
again, after work. He also asked if Slim or Al could stop over tomorrow
around noonish. If I’m right tomorrow was Thursday again. How time was
flying! Dollie’s answers were all yes answers. I agreed. I told Mikey to
tell the boys if we are gone we would be buying groceries and soda.
Just wait in your truck. No matter how many times Dollie agreed to play
these games I was amazed.
----Again the door was wide open as
Mikey left. Why not say goodbye before opening the door? I’m sure it was
nearly 7PM as Dollie did her routine goodbye hugs. Mikey got in a few
tit squeezes or butt rubs in the doorway. Seems like Jerry was in the
hall watching instantly! Oddly of the several other apartments on that
floor, Jerry was the only person we’d ever see while Dollie was wearing
her game clothes. Okay, naked! We did meet others in the parking lot or
even walked with them from our rooms or the elevator now and them. Jerry
was close enough to touch, telling Mikey goodbye and telling Dollie she
looked hot.

“IT’S LATER“ --Condo #11
 

“IT’S LATER“ --Condo #11
--- Still Wednesday. Dollie was closing the door, Jerry almost inside our room. I believe she was just teasing him. But maybe not. Jerry holding the door open saying something like “Dollie it’s later!” “Later than what Jerry?” “You know, when you said I can come in later.” Dollie managed to close and lock the door. “Later Jerry.” She had that ornery grin on her face. I knew she was screwing with Jerry. He knocked on the door, begging. “Come on Dollie, it’s later.”
---As she laughed quietly and sat on the sofa she told me. “If you want to let that sex starved man in here go ahead. But I know he’s gonna want to play with my pussy.” I told her “your pussy needs a rest. I’ll talk to Jerry and send him home.” “Oh it’s rested and still hot from little Mikey playing with it. I can handle Jerry.” I told Dollie “let’s mess with his brain. Make up excuses and keep your legs together until he begs.” Dollie liked the idea. I told her I’ll talk to Jerry first then let him in. Well, I opened the door and Jerry had already gone into his room. I whispered to Dollie Jerry gave up. “Well knock on his door and get him in here. My pussy is cumming and I feel ornery. Both of you can play with me.” Like I’ve already written I’d never seen Dollie like this until after our daughter was born. It was scary yet kinky!
---I closed our apartment door and knocked on Jerry’s door. When he answered I told him I need to talk. He came to the door, thinking I was mad. “I’m sorry if I offended you guys.” “No Jerry. It’s just you guys wore her out Monday and her pussy hurts. You need to talk to Dollie.” Jerry replied “Well that kid was playing with her for hours. I thought she was fine.” “I don’t know Jerry. Women are strange. Come with me.”
---On purpose Dollie was sitting with her legs spread wide aimed right toward the door. She must have spread her pussy lips because we could still see pink. Probably was fingering herself! When she saw Jerry staring she put her legs together like I‘d first asked. Jerry knelt down in front of Dollie and began apologizing for hurting her Monday. She told Jerry it wasn’t all his fault. This went on maybe 10 minutes. Jerry kept asking what he could do for her. At first Dollie ignored that question. I was grinning and holding back laughing out loud. As quickly as Dollie had put her legs together she spread them wide when Jerry asked again “what can I do to make you feel better?”
---Here comes Dollie‘s reply! “Rub my pussy and finger it Jerry.” He did. Maybe 10-15 minutes, working on her titties with his other hand. Dollie had gone from sitting spread wide to laying on the sofa with one leg over the back of it. Screaming, panting, begging for more, and letting Jerry know she was having orgasms. Jerry stopped and told Dollie he needed a break. She went to the kitchen and brought us drinks. Soda, maybe iced tea or beer. Dollie and Jerry were thanking each other. I was slowly fingerfucking her occasionally as we talked and drank. Mostly just to tease Jerry and get him to look.
----Maybe 30 minutes passed. Jerry asked “ready for more?” I don’t think Dollie answered. She laid back on the sofa, legs spread wide. Another 10-15 minute pussy workout then I was telling Jerry goodbye. Dollie shocked me, and maybe Jerry. She said kiss it goodbye Jerry and go home. He did, just a quick kiss on that spread wet pussy.
It was around 8PM Wednesday by the time Jerry walked into our room. Talking, playing, drinking, goodbye hugs, it had to be near 10PM by the time Jerry walked back across the hall to his room. We’d mentioned we hadn’t eaten since lunch.
----I can't help but think everytime this happens how wild it would have been if Dollie was fucking instead. It would have been like those porn scenes and adult movies we used to see. Semen flowing everywhere! I also remember when we watched those movies and Dollie said she'd never let other men touch her pussy.

Condo #12 Always time for Pizza and Pussy
 

Condo #12

---Always time for pizza and pussy. Late Wednesday, vacation going fast. Still hadn't made it to the sand dunes. We chased Jerry home , telling him we were going to grab some junk food from the fridge and go to bed. Dollie took a long pussy cleaning shower. Good thing she spent so much time taking a bath. Then I took a quickie shower too.
---Near 10:30PM, a knock at the door. “Pizza man”. What? We didn’t order any pizza. Pizza guy says again. “Here’s your pizza.” I grabbed a towel and put it around my showered naked body. Only one towel handy. Dollie standing there totally naked and still damp. Without thinking, I opened the door to be greeted by a 20 something pizza guy with a pizza and Jerry. “Let’s eat gang!” said Jerry, telling the pizza guy to go in and put the pizza and drinks on the table. Jerry asks the kid “when do you get off work?” The kid tells Jerry “11PM. I’m headed home now.” Jerry says “good you can join us for pizza.” Pizza guy said “no thanks.” But he seemed in no hurry to leave.
-----Pizza guy is drooling on the pizza box and staring at Dollie’s box. Adding to the kinky scene Jerry pats Dollie’s ass as the pizza guy follows her to the kitchen. Heading back to the living room Jerry is fondling a tit and telling Pizza guy he can squeeze the other one for his late night tip. Pizza guy is not as dumb as he looks. “Her husband won’t like that.” Jerry rubs Dollie’s pussy and says to Pizza guy. “Well maybe you can rub this for your tip then.” “No way says pizza guy. I don’t want to get killed.” Jerry tells Dollie “ Lay down sweetie and spread it wide.” No one is talking except pizza guy and Jerry. Dollie lays down, spreads her legs, and spreads her lips with her fingers. “Okay last choice, stick your fingers in her pink pussy“, says Jerry. I spoke up and said "not until we see his ID and make sure he's of age. Pizza kid showed us his driver license. 21.
---Pizza guy is obviously confused and nervous, but enjoying the show. “He says, I’m confused. Which one of you guys is married to this blonde?” I’m liking Jerry after a few days of getting to know him. “Neither one, he says. “We picked her up downtown.” Now fingerfuck her before she gets bored and leaves.” Pizza guy says “I will if you guys do it first.” Don’t remember who went first. But me and ole Jerry both did a quick masturbation as 21 year old pizza guy watches. He asks Dolllie “ is it okay?” (Or something like that.)
----Pizza guy gives the wh*r* a quick fingerfuck and then plays with her titties. I think it was Dollie’s way of saying you guys are finished here. She said “the pizza is out in the kitchen getting cold.” Dollie pulls the towel off my body exposing a full erection. She says “ and my husband thanks you too.” Pizza guy, kid, is asking “really, your husband?” “Yes sir” Dollie said. Pizza guy said something about us being a wild fun couple. He said he’d stay and eat with us if he still can. Dollie told him "yes." As we ate he rubbed Dollie’s tits and pussy lips occasionally, frequently asking “ is this okay.“ Someone always answered yes.
---Ate more pizza and drank soda . Laughed, thanked them for a wonderful evening and meal. Dollie walked pizza boy and Jerry to the door. Jerry was squeezing a tit. He told pizza boy he’d better squeeze the other one and stick his finger in her pussy again to thank her for a fun evening. Pizza kid looked at me and said “really?“ I said “really.“ 40 year old Jerry and 21 something, each playing with a tit. What a sight. Soon a 40 something pervert was playing with two tits while the 21 year old was fingerfucking a 40 something year old woman. Yet another thing we never planned on doing. Before we always tried to make sure the guys were close to our ages. At least the door was still closed!
---Finally goodbyes. Soon Jerry disappeared behind his door and pizza kid was walking down the hallway. Nearly midnight! This was gonna be a pussy resting relaxing day. We collapsed in bed. Yep, I fingerfucked Dollie again. Not much. We fucked. Not much. And went to sleep!
What will happen Thursday?

THURSDAY AT THE CONDO. Condo #13
 

THURSDAY AT THE CONDO. Condo #13
---Slim or Al would be over around noonish we were told. Please, not too early! And please only one of them. Our reason for having only one over now was figuring neighbor Jerry would be barging in. We liked Jerry. Dollie called him cute and Jerry was fun, funny, and often had a surprise or too. So Jerry and another kid was the two we were trying to limit these games to. So far, whether one, two, or eight, Dollie was having the time of her life. After all, it wasn’t how many partners she had, it was how many times and how long each played. We remember a day with 12 partners, counting us, that was fun. And that time recently that her, I, and 7 others was way too many.
--- Her four young boyfriends in the strip club playroom that first Sunday only a week ago seemed to be the most exciting time of all. And really, one or two masturbating her all day, or a dozen taking turns all day equals one hot used pussy. It seems to be how rough they play with it that matters.
----We actually woke up feeling good early enough to go for biscuits and gravy at one of my favorite B & G fast food restaurants. Dollie was all smiles and seemed to be extra happy. These past few days were good for her even if her pussy did get overworked. A bowling ball doesn't get that many fingers stuck in it on a weekend!
---We figured we were playing so much at the condo we didn’t have to even tit flash in public. I wore decent shorts and a Tee shirt or tank top. Dollie finally wore shorts. Yes short shorts. And her shorts all had a very narrow crotch. Like most of her tops, Dollie didn’t seem to have normal clothes. We had breakfast, did some more snack shopping and headed back to the condo.
---It was nearly 1PM. We were greeted by Jerry who informed us a nice young boy was there waiting on us for almost an hour. Then another showed up. ”Your other boyfriends “ Jerry said smiling. We asked Jerry how he knew that. “Easy I asked and we talked about fingerfucking Dollie. They love your boobs and juicy c*nt. They‘ll be back.” We thanked Jerry for the valuable information. He asked if he could fill in until the boys got back. I thanked Jerry again, knowing he was being ornery. I told him those kids are picky. They want her pussy unused and dry. Dollie was pissed and embarrassed, telling us to stop being so nasty.
---Somehow Jerry ended up in the apartment waiting for the boys with us. We made it clear he was to leave when they got there. No more groups. Al and Slim returned at maybe 2PM and Jerry went home without us asking him too. But he was grinning and telling Dollie he’d be back later because he likes sloppy seconds, thirds, or even fourths. Almost together Dollie and I said “okay Jerry it’ll be hot, juicy, and waiting for you.” Damned she was ornery!
------ Our rough agreement was noon with one boy. They both said only one would be here around noon and the other around 1PM when the first would leave. They were trying to get back to a one on one game. Either way they agreed an hour each was plenty. It was our fault we missed our appointment. As I wrote, they’d returned around 2PM together. We apologized to Al and Slim for not being back on time. Both said the wait would be worth it. Then they wanted to know what Jerry was talking about, thirds or fourths. I just said “think about it awhile.
---This was the first time Al and Slim saw Dollie fully clothed. They mentioned it. Dollie said something like. “do you like me better this way?” None of the boys often cussed. But both said something like “fuck no. We like you naked. Please get naked for us.” Dollie told them we all need a change. “If you want me naked take my clothes off. ”Actually I thought this was as kinky and sexy as the boys did.
---This was the second time this week Dollie was totally naked. No girdle/garter or pantyhose. Those guys didn’t pay attention to Dollie’s ugly scar or slight bulging belly. They were only interested in her tits and tw*t. They nearly ripped her clothes off and had fingers and hands finding damp cavities and tits in a short time. Dollie told them several times “now slow down boys, there’s no hurry. We’ve got all day.” Al said “but we understood we only get an hour.” As Dollie repeated I added “we’re only here to have fun with you guys. If it takes all night who cares?” It’s not an assembly line and Jerry next door is the only other guy planning to play around today. He can either wait or join you.”
----“OH!” said Slim. “Jerry is going to get thirds or fourths! I get it.” I told them “don’t worry about Jerry. When you two get tired you can go knock on Jerry’s door and bring him over to relieve you.” Slim said “but you only wanted one player and we are already two. Jerry will be too many.” I reminded them that I’m a male so there’s already three. To be ornery I pushed whoever was fingerfucking Dollie away and took over. I told him to join his buddy playing with a tittie.
---Dollie told me to play fair. In maybe 5 minutes I told them it’s their turn again. I grabbed an available tit and began squeezing it. I told whoever was playing with the other tit to watch this. I started rubbing and gently pinching the nipple. Dollie was squirming and uncontrollably wiggling and panting. Yelling I was making her cum. The kid with his hand in her pussy was saying “yes she is.” I said ‘lucky you. Now you can get your hand in deeper.” He shoved his fist in past his wrist and started pounding away. All of our nasty talk and some of Dollie’s screaming was preplanned to make things like this more exciting and create more action. But I don’t think she was faking then!
---In the past she worried whether I was enjoying watching or getting mad. By playing around with her occasionally she knows it’s okay. I’ll admit I often wondered what got into her to change like this. We blamed it on her hysterectomy and other female procedures. But by this time in life Dollie was doing these things because she loved it. Who can really say why I or anyone does the wild and kinky things we do? No one ever got hurt and nobody was forced. And yes, I did often get jealous.
---Of course, watching other men down close, staring into my wife's spread c*nt was embarrassing and made me nervous ! Watching them fingerfucking it often made me wonder what I'd gotten us into! But it was also exciting and one of my wildest fantasies. Even though Dollie often complained before hand, she always enjoyed what was happening and admitted later it felt great and she had fun. This made those next times easier.
- Now I can't believe we are posting raunchy photos for anyone to look at and leave comments.

-CONDO #14
 

-CONDO #14
---A knock on the door and Jerry’s voice. He said it’s been over two hours, I need to relieve those kids before they hurt themselves. Holy crap after 4PM! We must have started shortly after 2PM. First I yelled something stupid like “don’t bug us Jerry. We just started.” Jerry knocked again. Looking at Dollie and then the boys I said " what should we do?” Dollie said “let him in.” Both boys agreed “let Jerry in.” I whispered that Dollie’s already had too much. Dollie said “I like cute Jerry. I can take it.” I’m thinking one of the boys went to the door without asking me. The other boy had gotten off the bed, leaving Dollie laying there spread out in full view of anyone coming in the front door. It was a straight shot thru the bedroom door to the foot end of the bed. Dollie was getting good at this exhibitionizm.
---Jerry said something making Dollie giggle, like, ”looks good enough to eat. Is it my turn yet?” Both boys and Dollie pretty much shouting together “Yes Jerry, it’s your turn.” I told Jerry to make it fast because we all need a break and a drink. Showing off, Jerry went after that pussy like a wild man. Dollie was screaming and yelling again about too many orgasms. Ten minutes and Jerry was finished. Thank goodness, Dollie was panting like she’d climbed a mountain. She laid there repeating “thank you Jerry, thank you Jerry!” Yes she seemed to always thank her partners.
----Us males went to the kitchen for cold drinks. No beer in the fridge but fresh iced tea and lots of canned soda. I looked back as the guys sat at the kitchen table. Dollie was still laying there on the bed spread wide. She could have put her legs together! I got worried. She said she just needs to catch her breath and wait till her legs stop shaking. As the others came to the bedroom doorway Dollie told us she was feeling great. Some wise ass told her she’s lookin great too from this angle. Her legs and pussy still spread wide open, shiny from too many orgasms. Dollie was smiling and told him she was letting it cool down. “If you don’t like it get back in the kitchen.” Nobody stopped looking or moved.
---Dollie finally put her legs together. But almost as quickly, spread them to swing over the side of the bed to get up. Dollie was shaky, her legs weak. Several of us went to support her. She hugged us one at a time, thanking us, mashing her bare boobies into our chests. I told her she didn’t need to thank anyone. They owe you big time.
---We drank and talked again about the good time we had. Everyone agreed they don’t think there’s another woman like Dollie. I reminded them of friend Helen, Dollie’s new twin. It was unanimous. We need Helen here for our next game. I reminded Dollie that was Helen’s exact words just yesterday at the steak house.

-CONDO #15 an orgy with Helen and Dollie
 

-CONDO #15
---Tomorrow was Friday. We still had Friday and Saturday then we had to leave early Sunday. Like way back with our taxi weekend in 1971, we didn’t have time to go to the Lake or the dunes. Everybody pass the word to the others, even Rick and Dick. We’re havin an orgy with Helen and Dollie . Everybody come. Same rules. Anything goes except sticking your cock in forbidden places.
-----Someone asked “just who can we invite. I rattled off those who have joined us other times this past two weeks. Al, Slim, Mikey, Joe, Rick, Dick, Jerry, Hank, Helen, Denny, and Dollie. Oh yea, I said. Pizza kid and all the strippers at Hank’s club. Didn't really expect many of them to show up.
---I called Hank to make sure it would be okay to meet at the condo, as everyone there waited patiently. Jerry said if Hank says no we can party at my place across the hall. In fact we can use both condos. Hank liked the idea. He said he’d get as many of the girls to join as he could and knew Helen was gonna love the idea. Helen and six strippers. We were already lightening the load on Dollie. Dollie, joking I’m sure, said “no fair. I thought I was going to be the only woman here! Most of the guys there that evening told Dollie she’d still get her pussy and titties worked on plenty.
---I have no idea when we’d stopped playing with Dollie Thursday evening. But by the time we made all our plans and a few phone calls it was past supper time. Everyone went their way and the calls trickled in. Friday seemed to be a good day for most. But Saturday was the back up plan. Again we’d meet around Friday noon and continue until everyone collapsed. A regular orgy with out any fucking. Jerry got hold of the young pizza kid. He barely passed our age limit at 21. But there seemed to be extra bodies getting involved. Pizza kid wanted to bring Pizza kid #2 along. Without asking us, Jerry told him okay. A few of Dollie’s favorite young boys had to work Friday afternoon. Hank lined up three of the strippers, one a new girl we hadn’t met. But Dollie and I were more interested in Helen and Hank being there. Dollie couldn’t handle all of the action she had been getting. Good, Hank had a back up bartender and Helen could swap some sales jobs with friends. She was good to go either day or both.
----Everyone else except Slim and Rick said yes. Both had to work Friday all day. Hank was down to two strippers and a couple of cute female customers maybe. Jerry had a guy his age begging to be there. Mikey had two 24 year old girls and a 25 year old boy ready and willing to learn. But Mikey wouldn’t be there till 5PM. We ended up with 21+ bodies instead of the original 13 of which at least two couldn’t make it. Was this legal?
--- We were fairly sure 11 past players were gonna be there Friday. Plus a couple of strippers, two gals no one knew, one boyfriend, two or more of Hanks friendly female customers, one of Jerry’s friends, and an extra pizza kid. I THINK! All we were hoping was that everyone we did know was telling those we don’t know the no-fuck rules. Personally I didn’t care. At that time I was still fucking anything with a pussy!
---Friday went smoothly and everyone played fair. Most said there were around 20 people there. We tried to chase everyone out by midnight but a lot of them never left. Not only was Friday game day, by Friday evening it was decided Saturday would be game day #2 . After all nearly half of those there Friday night stayed all night. Slim and Rick would also be there Saturday. Mikey would be there earlier too. Sounded like it was gonna be a bigger turn out for Saturday.

-CONDO #15 ½ & 16
 

-CONDO #15 ½
Everyone was free from work that Saturday. Somehow a few other girls and guys showed up so we had almost 30 hot bodies most of Saturday afternoon. A couple extra strippers and some boys who worked with the other young friends wandered in. We came close to equal male and female bodies. Rumor was there was some fucking going on Friday and Saturday in Jerry’s condo and maybe in the one we were using. A few of the strippers and Club customers ended up being Hookers.
--Between me, Hank, Jerry, and Dollies young playmates we kept Dollie and Helen fingerfucked but not fucked. But Mikey’s girlfriend and others seemed preoccupied most of the time. I was a bad boy too. I got fucked by several different stripper/hookers who overpowered little ole me on Saturday! I tried beating them off.


CONDO#16
---Never before or ever again did we participate in an orgie, or whatever this two day affair was. Yes, since it was a Friday and Saturday event it made sense to play all night Friday and be ahead of the crowd for Saturday. Guestimates were there were 30+ hot bodies there most of Saturday.
--- Hank, Jerry, and I kicked everyone out or made them help clean up around 5 PM or so Saturday. Nothing was broken or missing. Only those wanting fucked got fucked. No one got drunk or mad.
Breakfast with Hank and Helen Sunday morning and we headed south for home.

July 1986 two week vacation was over, me 46 and 44 Dollie.
We talked about this for years then agreed to never tell! No one would believe it anyway.

CONDO #17 or the House on Maple Lane--But First!
 

-CONDO #17 or the House on Maple Lane--But First!

--- July, Summer 1986. I was 46, Dollie 44.
---Since I am now a dirty ole man we no longer play many games, I often lie awake nights remembering the past. Sometimes I jump up and make notes. A mind is a terrible thing to waste but we do overfill it and push things out of our minds. Unless we have Alzheimer’s, our minds are like computers, crap may be buried but it’s still hiding somewhere. Just one little memory can bring other things to the surface. Try it!

---I made a few minor mistakes in the details in those strip club and Condo stories. Nothing really affecting the stories but now things make more sense. Rather than go back and change everything this is what I discovered. After beginning yet another story about camping near the Wisconsin/Illinois/Lake Michigan lines I realized I was a little off. Okay, you noticed that long ago! I was questioning how so many men in pick up trucks and a kid on a motorcycle could see Dollie’s tits and sometimes beaver while in our pick up truck. We owned a motor home from 1978 until son scrapped it recently.
I’d traded our truck in 1980 for a nearly new 1980 Malibu coupe. It was a V-6 three speed. Not what I wanted but a good deal and perfect for towing behind the motor home. Also very easy to see down into a Chevy Malibu. So rethink all those encounters in parking lots and other places.
---While starting Condo story #17 I realized that it was taking place in 1986. Therefore all of those strip club/condo stories happened in 1986. D’oh! As I wrote several times before by 1987 Dollie was feeling ill and I was way too busy with work and real life. After that any vacations were “normal people” vacations. Yes, we’ve always wondered what “normal people” do. Especially “normal people” without kids??????
----I drove the Malibu, mostly towed it, from 1980 till sometime in 1987. A coworker wanted my 1977 Ford super cab 9MPG 460, down hill. He had an almost new “salesman’s special” car he bought just because it was cheap. That’s how I ended up with the Chevy Malibu. 18-20MPG. Didn’t like it but the car proved to be a great work car and towed super. Motorhome Dodge 440-9MPG with or without Malibu behind.
---While looking for a VW, I ended up buying an almost new 1987 Ford Escort 2-door! Shit happens. I hated that even more than the Malibu. But an honest 50 MPG made me learn to love it. Took that Escort on many vacations with and without the motor home. Even drove it to Pa in 1987 and Florida Dizzyworld in 1989.
---So it was the white 1987 Ford Escort 2-door we were in when our last visits and games happened with friends Hank, Helen, and the boys. Both of these cars made looking inside easier for others. None of this changes our fingerfucking adventures. But don’t ya feel better knowing this?


-CONDO #17--- or The House on Maple Lane

---July 1986, an unbelievable sex filled summer vacation, breaking all records, was over. Hank and Helen, and a few of the young boys we kept in contact with were begging us to return for a few weekends north of Chicago, near Lake Michigan. It was getting cooler and we wanted to play our games with as many as possible before winter.
--- September, 1986 we stayed in a home on the edge of town Helen had listed for sale. Four day weekend. Off Friday thru Monday. No work until Tuesday late evening. Left early Friday to make the 200 mile drive. No camper to worry about so maybe a four hour trip in the Chevy Malibu. Lots of small towns and two lanes. It took awhile. The house was furnished, Helen and Hank were going to have the fridge and cabinets filled with food.
--- Mikey and a few of the other boys were expecting us and ready to play. Mikey had a girlfriend to share and was hoping Dollie and Helen could train her well. I explained over the phone I was a better teacher! Mikey laughed but agreed. Mikey was around 22 by now. He’d learned a lot about having sex without intercourse.
---Friday, Must have gotten to the house on Maple Lane around 2PM. Had the garage door code and the house keys were hanging on a hook near the house door, in the garage. Drove up, punched the code, garage door opened, parked the car inside, shut the garage. Dollie found the key to the house and we were soon inside. Nice place. Started looking around.
One of us opened the bedroom door. Scared the crap out of us. SURPRISE! Hank, Helen, Mikey, Mikey’s girlfriend, a couple of Hank’s strippers, even Jerry from the condo, and a few other guys we’d played games with back in July. Maybe ten, most naked people yelling and laughing.
---They led us to a king sized bed. We were stripped. I was masturbated by several pretty little girls. Dollie was masturbated by Mikey, Jerry, and others, one after the other. Hank and Helen had a few hands in there someplace. The rest of Friday was a little hazy. Lots of sex, all without intercourse. I did get a few blowjobs from some of the young girls, but it was mostly masturbation and hugging. After we finally got to sit and relax, thanking everyone, all we could get out of them was “this is what friends are for!”
---Someone unpacked the truck and emptied our cooler things into the fridge. A few hours later everyone dressed and most of us went out for supper. They’d parked down the road. Ended up at the strip club just watching the strippers. Minor flashing by Dollie and Helen. Then back to the house to rest alone. That was only Friday. We still had three days! We were told not to make any plans. Just expect more fun and games.
-----Saturday no one showed up at the house or called. We began wondering if they forgot about us. Maybe noon Helen called. “Don’t eat lunch or go out. We’re takin you to lunch. Dress decently.” I told Helen we always dress decent but all I got was a laughing woman’s voice. It was actually chilly. Everyone wore jeans, heavy shirts, and jackets .
-----Hank and Helen picked us up around 1PM, starved. Took us to the Mexican restaurant where we got to see our two older friends. Hugs and tittie squeezes then we ordered. Complaints by the two Mexicans about no tits or ass showing. Pretty much a normal lunch and then a scenic ride up the Lake. We may have taken a walk in some Lakeside park but I remember it being cold and windy. We were north of the Windy City in the fall.
---Helen and Hank wouldn’t answer anytime we ask “where we headed?” Toward evening we ended up at Hank’s strip club. Dollie and I soon realized this weekend was going to be our surprise weekend. We had a beer, maybe. As I visited Hank and Helen one of the stripper/waitresses led Dollie to a playroom. I started to get up and was told to sit. I learned the following story 30 minutes or so later.
-----Dollie was taken in a playroom by the little stripper and Dollie was stripped. After the girl teased her and felt her up a little, Dollie was taken out of the room…………. In full view of anyone looking that direction. Apparently several dirty old men were looking that way, I heard whistling and yelling. In awhile Dollie was taken into the next playroom. Inside were two of the old men who used to stare at her and give her money. Dollie was laid on the bed and both old guys fondled and fingered Dollie for maybe a half hour. Her first time without me. She said she loved it and wasn‘t worried because the old guys couldn‘t get erections! Also the stripper was still there.
---I was sitting in the bar worried. Finally Hank told another stripper wearing only pasties and G-string to take me back to where Dollie was. The other gal had just gotten off stage. I was shocked at seeing two old men working on Dollie and her enjoying it. (I say old men when they were probably 60-65. Hell we’re way older than that now.) They thanked me and Dollie then left. I remember both strippers telling me Dollie needs a good fuck. I sort of remember telling them Hank’s rules. I think they said fuck Hank’s rules just fuck your wife!” They left. I did! No one bothered us.
---Maybe 15 minutes of steady fucking then we dressed and went back to the table. Embarrassed! The bar room was full and it seemed everyone was clapping and yelling. Several asked “did ya give her a good fuck?” We drank and visited then were left off by Hank and Helen at the house on Maple Lane where we fucked again.

CONDO #18
 

CONDO #18
---SUNDAY. Phone rang around 9AM. No one calls at 9AM when we are on vacations! In fact we never had a phone on vacation. Mikey telling us him and his girlfriend are coming over. Make sure we are there and don’t let anyone else in the house. I remember him telling me “you and Dollie should to be naked.“ I said “Mikey not me fully naked.“ In so many words “yes both of you naked.” We’d just gotten up so we were naked. Dollie always called Mikey ”baby face” and enjoyed letting him mess around with her. I warned her maybe Mikey’s girlfriend is the jealous type. What Dollie said made sense. “Mikey made the rules and he asked me to train her to be like me.”
---Just before he hung up Mikey asked to talk to Dollie. He told her just be like you always are with me. Dollie had been fooling around with Mikey for over two years off and on. He was barely 20 the first time. This should be interesting! Mikey didn’t bother to say when he and his girlfriend would be over.
--Around 10AM I was having my breakfast when the phone rang again. Mikey’s girlfriend. She told me to make sure the garage door is up and we are in the living room. She warned me that Dollie and I should remain in the living room nude when they arrive. We did. We soon heard the garage door going down. In the house walked Mikey and his girlfriend, naked! Wow! What a doll! Mikey was about 22. We expected a girl maybe 21 or 22. Mary Sue was 25 I‘m thinking, but looking older. Slender with boobs about the size as large g****fruit. Hugging, fondling, rubbing, as soon as we said hello! Firm boobs!
---Danged phone rang again. Jerry from the condo. Said he had a good friend he wanted to bring over to meet us to fool around. I told Jerry we were busy all day and we don’t want any new friends. Jerry understood and told me if we get some time he’d love to see us before we leave. Dollie had told me before that she liked Jerry’s prick and if she fucked anyone it would be him. Jerry’s penis was a few inches shorter than mine. But was much fatter and his circumcised penis had a head nearly twice as big as mine… Just guessing. . Glad Dollie hadn’t mentioned liking it before. Oh, but she had, many times. Dollie told me maybe we could call Jerry later today. We did.
---From around 11AM till well into the afternoon we trained Mikey’s girlfriend Mary Sue. Or maybe Mary Sue trained us! They were not new to this swapping and playing. Mikey had already told me Mary Sue loves swapping for intercourse. They’ve already done it with others and had threesomes with some of the kids we knew. Mikey was hoping we could get Mary Sue to stop the fucking part with others.
----We had no problem with the swapping part. Mary Sue had my cock in her hand so I went for her pussy. One of those tight ones, but easy to get into. Managed to all go in the bedroom and we spent some quality fingerfucking time with opposite women. But nearly every time Mary Sue screamed she was having an orgasm she also screamed for me to fuck her. Why me Lord? Again I wanted that fresh young pussy being offered.
----We took breaks, ate, drank, talked, and even swapped to our own pussys. Dollie and I thought we made some progress. Mary Sue left fingered but not fucked.

CONDO #19 SUNDAY EVENING
 

CONDO #19
SUNDAY EVENING
---I have no idea what time it was but Condo Jerry called wanting to know if he could stop over awhile. Jerry was hot for Dollie’s pussy! But now I was kinda worried about Dollie being hot for Jerry’s prick. Maybe it was the time for Dollie to get fucked! While still on the phone I reminded Jerry about the no penetration rule. Why'd I say that? Jerry reminded me he’d been playing with Dollie long enough to know the rules. He asked “her titties and pussy are still fair game ain’t they?” Seems like I told Jerry he’ll have to take that up with Dollie when he gets here. “Oh, then it’s okay to come over?” he asked.
----While waiting for Jerry to drive across town I grilled Dollie. Something like this…..”So you like Jerry’s prick? What are you going to do with it when he gets here?” Dollie pretty well explained like always. Adding. “I’m going to tell Jerry to keep his pants on!”
---Jerry called back wanting to know if we’d like some burgers or something. Must have been around 6PM by then. Maybe 6:30PM he arrived with a bag of sandwiches. Seems like I was wearing jeans and a flannel shirt. Dollie complaining but was wearing something sleazy and revealing because I'd asked. Jerry also had a flannel shirt and jeans. Dollie seemed safe from a penis invasion.
----After Jerry’s tit feeling hug we ate and talked about what’s been happening this weekend. We told Jerry about the strip club, plus Mikey and his girlfriend. Jerry seemed to think he could have helped in the girlfriend training. We just told him good luck, they must not live far away. We ate and acted like normal old friends. Well almost normal. Jerry began quizzing Dollie about why he’s here this evening. I joked and told Jerry I thought it was to bring us burgers. Seems like he mentioned a fur burger, laughed and said “Dollie don’t have any fur on her burger.” Dollie was in a good mood. She asked Jerry “just why are you here?” He told her. Jerry also mentioned the friend he had wanted to introduce to us. Said the guy felt sad. I think I told Jerry to bring him to the strip club tomorrow. Hank and Helen had invited us back because the club will be closed for good soon. Jerry agreed.
---We were soon in the bedroom playing with Dollie. Together Jerry and I had her flowing steady. Must have ate and visited an hour first. Getting close to 10PM we kicked Jerry out. Off to bed to fingerfuck and fuck. Another great day had ended.

-CONDO #20 MONDAY----Farewell Strip Club.
 

-CONDO #20
------------------------------MONDAY----Farewell Strip Club.
---Got a reminder call from Hank sometime near noon on Monday, our last day at the house on Maple Lane. He said he’d got the final notice to lock up the club. Today would be the last act on the little stage and the last games in the playrooms. “Fuck all the rules“, Hank said. Anything goes with anyone willing except Helen and Dollie. He told me he knows that several of the strippers have been begging to fuck me and him. “We’re going for it!”
---I hung up and told Dollie what Hank said. She grinned and said “well Hank can’t take care of all those girls himself. Go for it!” She told me I’ve been a good sport about her letting all these men play with her. It’s my turn to have some fun. She’s always been a keeper!
---Even though it was chilly enough to frost her lower lips, Dollie wore a tiny mini skirt and nipple slippin top. Most of the young kids had to work but Jerry and his friend were there to play around with Dollie and Helen, and maybe a few of the strippers. The guy was friendly and polite. Hank and I both took care of a couple of the strippers and maybe a few regular young female customers in our own way.
----We might have gotten sloppy seconds---or thirds. Jerry and his friend were there to help entertain Dollie, Helen, and the others too. According to our rules, Dollie and Helen got fondled and fingered only. A couple of wh*r*y looking customers and two or three strippers had to satisfy all four of us men in other ways.
---A bitter/sweet ending to a fun place to play. (Sept 1986.)

July 1987 two week vacation was over, me 48 and Dollie 46.
---We’d gone to the east edge of Ohio to meet a pen-pal couple we’d been swapping stories and pictures for years. Didn’t work out so we went to Pa for a relaxing vacation. (They wanted to swap more than pictures.) That story is in here someplace.
At that time we still had the motor home and towed our Malibu.
--Our friends from northern Illinois had been begging us to return. It wasn’t until October 1987 that we had time to visit Hank and Helen again.

30th ANNIVERSARY OCTOBER 1987
 

30th ANNIVERSARY OCTOBER 1987
---It was my first real trip out of town in the underpowered Ford Escort two-door. I’d bought it as my new motor home tow car. Hated it. But with a consistent 50MPG I was learning to love the little thing. Found out it had a special test carburetor. The garage demanded it back. Got in an argument and just stopped going to our local Ford dealer. Other throttle bodied Fords got closer to 30-32MPG. In mid 80’s gas was probably way under a dollar. Yes, a cheap weekend.
---What better way to celebrate our 30th anniversary than having Dollie’s pussy serviced by horny friends. We’d spent several anniversaries farther north at Wisconsin Dells. Staying at another free home furnished by friends Helen and Hank, plus a shorter trip, we were guaranteed a sexy cheap good time. All of this without having to go out in the cold looking for playmates. I asked Dollie and she was looking forward to it as much as I. By this time she wasn’t playing with herself as much or talking about finding playmates. Maybe the past normal vacation cured her.
----Where I worked we built up what were called “bonus or sick days.” Earned a few paid days off each year if no time was missed. I not only missed little time, I worked 10-12 hours a day and many weekends. I’d take a bonus day or two for special long weekend vacations, like this one. Now we probably took another four day weekend to go back north. Only around 200 miles. But no time to visit there often.
----Still, we hadn’t had a wild weekend up there in over a year. We were looking forward to this weekend. We both keep trying to figure out why we never went back to see the taxi drivers we played wild games with way back in 1971. The previous house Helen got us was at the edge of town, sort of a country setting. This place now was in a large subdivision. It was a place we could never afford. Again, we probably arrived around 2PM. There was a note on the table written by friend Helen explaining things. The strip club had been closed over a year. Hank was out of state after he got a promotion. Yes, he had a real job besides the club. Helen was moving soon to start with another real estate firm where Hank was living. Most of the boys were no longer keeping in touch. The Mexican restaurant was closed and the old building run down. This left Mikey, his girlfriend, and Jerry only. Helen had written she’d try to visit Saturday. All kind of disappointing.
----I don’t remember what day our anniversary was on. It may have already been over or not until the next week. We’d often celebrate when we had free time to camp. After unpacking a few things we took a ride to see the club and Mexican restaurant for ourselves . Both run down and tall dead weeds filled both parking lots. Not a lot of time left Friday so we drove to the State Park and walked the main beach and just a short ways south along the Lake. Not many RV’s in the campground. Very few people kicking rocks and walking, like us. The wind was blowing cold off the lake and we wore jeans, heavy shirts, and jackets. Not much fun that time of the year. We ate someplace and called it a day. We probably went to bed early, fucked, and slept.
----SATURDAY. Helen called fairly early. Don’t make plans and don’t leave! Since it was cold outside we probably wore jeans and heavy shirts inside. Maybe 11AM or so, Helen, Mikey, his girlfriend Mary Sue, and Jerry showed up in separate cars but at the same time. Hugs and tittie squeezes appropriately placed. They all told us happy anniversary and said “it’s party time!” They had a plan. Mary Sue and Helen took their clothes off and told Dollie and I to get naked. Dollie was wearing one of her narrow panty girdles and left it on to hide her scar and slight bulging belly. Mikey and Jerry also got naked. Dollie was noticeably nervous.
---Still it was sort of a fingerfucking tit squeezing orgy! Pretty much every male swapped pussys with every female. Things went well for maybe an hour. Then everything we’d taught Mary Sue seemed to be forgotten. First she fucked Jerry. We thought that was amazing considering Jerry’s fat cock and Mary Sue’s tight c*nt. Yes we all watched! Mikey didn’t seem to mind Jerry fucking Mary Sue. Mikey was working on Mary Sue’s titties. No sooner did Jerry finish with Mary Sue, she was pumping my cock and wanting me to fuck her. I refused for at least two reasons. At that same time Jerry was begging to fuck Dollie and Helen. With Mikey’s help we stopped Jerry from getting his way with either. Words were exchanged and everyone except Helen left.
---Helen thanked us. We talked awhile then went someplace to have our anniversary lunch. Helen bought! Hugs and goodbyes. Dollie and I again spent the evening at the house….. Yes fucking.
------Sunday we just took a ride up to the Wisconsin pier and park to walk around. A bit warmer but still not booby or ass showing weather. We never saw or heard from any of our play friends again. Relaxed again Sunday evening and headed home Monday morning. Not exactly what we expected. Still more fun and games than your average couple.
---Again, we wonder why since the weather was chilly and we had free time we hadn’t taken a taxi ride. This was the same city we had our first real wild masturbation sessions with Dollie 16 years earlier. I guess we just never thought of it. Another chapter in our lives was over. In fact, from then until retiring in 1994 just some bar room and rally boob flashing happened. Back to normal, seems like in 1988 we took only the Escort and stayed in membership park cabins and rental trailers in Ohio and Pa. again. Somewhere here are more stories and the correct dates.
---1989 we took only the Escort all the way to Florida to stay in more rentals and spend a month seeing the Orlando area amusements. Of course Dollie did a lot of tit flashing everywhere we went. Even at those popular Florida attractions. We came home to a new grandson who became or son. Our lives changed again.

Finally, this topic is finished. At least the good parts we remember. Yes, everything was true, the names and exact words spoken may be different.

Now back to mixed----------Random Surprise Stories
 

---------------------------Now some real Random short stories.
-----------------------------Something completely different.

---- These story topics are mixed. I still try to set the scene for each new story. That’s why you read a lot of repeat crap.

-----------------------------NURSING MONA
---Way back when we first married and had a tiny one bedroom house we also had at least one live-in girlfriend for five or six years. These rotated randomly as another girl begged to move in. With a baby in the small bedroom and us sharing a hide-a-bed in the small living room Me, Dollie and two other teenaged girls was too much. But being the sweet, kind, loveable, young gentleman I was we often let a second girl stay awhile. Four young bodies in one small sofa-a-bed. Stacking was often the solution. Keep in mind one simple rule. Anyone sleeping in my bed had to be nude.
---But this story is not about horny young girls. That baby in the bedroom needed fed often and Dollie started out nursing him. For some reason she stopped nursing and had more mother’s milk than she knew what to do with. I didn’t really care for the taste of it. Altho I sometimes nursed to help Dollie get rid of the surplus while our son was still nursing. Well really because it was sexy. We could barely touch those titties and a stream of milk shot across the room.
---She was complaining about hard sore breasts when she didn’t empty those jugs. Complaining to her doctor, he told her to use a breast pump to draw out the milk. Dollie was drawing it out and pouring it down the drain. I guess our son didn’t care for it any more than I did. A few miles away her friend Mona, the baby machine, was also nursing her fifth baby. Only Mona had been nursing nonstop for as long as we’d known her. She nursed each kid over a year, then had another. Mona not only enjoyed nursing, she enjoyed nursing everywhere and anywhere she was. At the grocery store, while getting the mail from the mailman, or even the paper from the young paper kid. And yes while we visited playing cards. Mona had a way of getting the baby to switch tits or just moving him away when being watched. Maybe Mona was an exhibitionist!
----I was six feet tall. Mona skinny as a rail and taller. No matter how much Mona nursed, her boobs remained perky yet small, only supplying part of what the baby needed. Mona and Dollie were now feeding their babies formula. When Mona found out Dollie was wasting perfectly good mothers milk they checked with their doctors. Together her and Dollie had a plan. Dollie was saving her milk in baby bottles for Mona. Seemed to work fine for awhile.
---One day while playing cards at Mona’s her husband mentioned loving mothers milk. Found out he’d been drinking Dollie’s milk from those baby bottles. I told Ron that he should go directly to the manufacturer for the milk. He told us he can’t because Mona isn’t making enough anymore. When I asked him where he thought those bottles of milk were coming from he gave us that goofy look.
---Mona confessed. In an ornery mood I told Ron it would be easier on him and Dollie if he just nursed her and saved Mona the work of washing bottles. He’d seen Dollie’s tits before so it was nothing new. However the touching and nursing part was. After some discussion it was okay with Mona and Dollie. Ron double, and triple, checked that it was okay with me. Dollie opened her blouse, folded her nursing bra to give Ron his feeding. It was comical and sexy at the same time. They were at least five years older than us. Ron was trying to be a gentleman. He’d nurse. But Dollie’s nipple kept slipping out of Ron’s mouth. I handed our son to Dollie and told her to show Ron how it’s done. Little Steven grabbed Dollie’s tittie with both hands and began sucking. “See Ron” I said. Ya gotta hold on with your hands to do it right. Off and on for months Ron was nursing Dollie. Sometimes while I was at work, she’d walk over to Mona and Ron’s house so Ron and his baby could nurse together.
----I’d noticed something for awhile but didn’t say anything. Dollie was no longer wearing those padded large nursing bras. When I asked her she told me her milk dried up weeks ago. Dollie said it felt good so she kept letting Ron squeeze her boobs and nurse. Damned Ron! Gotta get even. Next time we went over to play cards I kept hinting I’d like to taste Mona’s mothers milk. Ron told me to go for it. Most likely she already had a little tittie out nursing her kid. I grabbed the other booby and held on, sucking for several minutes. I pretended that I loved her milk. I did this several other times then told Ron I knew he was sucking Dollie’s dry tits. We all had a good laugh. Dollie loved it! Ron drank Dollie’s mothers milk well after two more of our kids were born.
---This is the type story I meant to write and as far as I know was the first of many others with men fondling and sucking on Dollie‘s titties, but not doing it to nurse! After our daughter was born in 1970 and some serious female surgeries I would learn that there were many other things Dollie would try. You’ve already read those stories I’m sure. What an experience!

THOSE NURSING STRANGERS
 

THOSE NURSING STRANGERS
---We were somewhere in Missouri camping at a membership park. This was in the 80’s. Our new RV neighbors were in our RV playing cards. Couple maybe five years older than us. Little Lulu wanted mommy’s tittie. We’d only met this couple that afternoon but a mother’s gotta do what is necessary. Mommy whipped both her big full boobs out and nursed little Lulu as we talked and played cards. Not what normal nursing mothers usually do. Well, except for our friend Mona. Neither her or her husband batted an eye. Just normal mother stuff.
---One tittie for little Lulu. One for me to look at. Dollie mentioned something about not nursing our kids much. Breasts seemed to be the main topic of the card game for awhile. That couple told us how she nursed her other baby and this one any time the kid was hungry. Sort of like our old friend Mona. Maybe it was me mentioning most women cover with a blanket or stick the baby’s head inside their blouse. The woman asked if I was embarrassed then explained that nursing is a natural act.
---I don’t remember being asked before or since if bare titties embarrassed me! I explained our tit fetish and our hobbies. Dollie already had on a low blouse. I’m thinking I asked our card playing friends if they’d like to see Dollie’s titties to prove it doesn’t bother us. The man said yes. The woman something about it’s not necessary. Some women are like that. We talked tits and played cards. During that weekend I saw the woman’s tits many times. Dollie finally whipped hers out to prove boobies don’t embarrass us. Her husband enjoyed it.

MAMMARY GLAND NOTES.(.)(.)
 

MAMMARY GLAND NOTES.(.)(.)
-------------For many years in the 60’s thru 70’s, maybe longer, public nursing seemed normal. Then women decided they wanted to go topless in public, nurse at work, and shopping. Seems like they won some and lost some. Like everything else, after they got their way no one wanted to do it anymore. That one simple example of a total stranger breast feeding in our RV was only one of over 10 or 12 in our camper or theirs by women we’d met while camping. We were young and the campers we hung around were young, with kids often. Seems like I’ve written at least one other similar story. What made these unusual was that only a few asked or warned us ahead of time. Sure Dollie had flashed a 1000 times by then and other girls had flashed me. This just seemed different.
---Also, just guessing, I’m pretty sure most of these women were doing it to be exhibitionists. I am far from an expert. But have you ever noticed a woman just before childbirth and during nursing has breasts much firmer, shapelier and larger than normal. They naturally are proud of what they have and this may be the only time in their lives they feel confident enough to show them! They sure look pretty to me and watching a baby sucking on those things is kinky! Must have seen it in other public places 50 times over many years. Most only whip one tittie out. Some only a quick peek. A lot of mommies don’t like being stared at!
---Then there’s those lucky women---and husbands. Dollie and a few we have known have actually had their breasts remain larger after the milk dries up. I kidded her about having more babies after her Brown Recluse problems and the required breast reduction. That was my idea how to make those suckers large again. Several things prevented that. We sure didn’t want any more kids and she had all of those important reproductive parts removed years ago. That was another reason I never worried about strange semen inside her.
-----And more. I don’t remember why but Dollie only nursed our first son a few months. Then only the girls living with us and a few close couples saw her doing it at our house or theirs. Other times she was in our car at the drive in, other secluded places, or in our RV. When the second son and daughter were born I don’t believe the kids liked mothers milk so were taking formulas. Sort of odd. The times Dollie could have legally showed her boobs she didn’t.
----But those titties never went to waste. With my help we discovered other uses for them.

OUR LAST TAXI RIDE
 

Get ready for OUR LAST TAXI RIDE

How and why it happened.

Another prestory.

---We retired to Florida in June 1994, ages 55 and 53. Found paradise in less than two weeks. (A doublewide on five acres?) Closing wasn’t till Sept so that’s when we went back down from central Illinois to NW Florida. I was busy moving our junk till October. Dollie and five year old son Steven stayed in our new home since he was starting Kindergarten.(Adopted first grandson when 1 ½. Raised since few days old). I stayed there and at our place in central Illinois as I loaded our flatbed and made seven round trips driving my new used Chevy van,1000+ miles. Bought the used van only to move. 125,000 miles on it. Would that van last long enough to get moved? Never intended to keep it after that.
---The van made a perfect tow vehicle and place to sleep half way, saving a lot of money. Not even a high top or camper van. Just a regular half ton van with one middle seat removed near the side sliding door. The sofa bed in the rear was left down and when our son was with us he used a small air mattress and sleeping bag where the second middle seat was.
---Later I added an 18” plywood platform between the folded seat bed and rear doors. Added a queen airbed and home AC in one rear door window. Of course this only worked at a campground. With microwave, crock pot, electric skillet, and kitchen supplies under that extension, it became our small RV. Adding a 12V cooler, TV, and other things it proved more fun than any RV we ever owned. A portable tent type screen room became our kitchen/ living area. But most of those things came after we were moved.
---Seven years and another 125,000 miles I traded for a Dodge high topped van. We were liking those vans. Yep, 250,000 on that 87 Chevy van and the next guy drove it another 100,000+ miles. Don’t know where it ended up then.
---We were soon getting familiar with our new surroundings, riding around, meeting new friends, and visiting coworkers who now lived in central Florida. We always wanted to see Daytona Beach, Panama City Beach, Myrtle Beach and other east coast beaches. It was at least two years before we had time to go to Myrtle Beach. Probably around 1996 or 1997. This next story happens then.

NOW OUR LAST TAXI RIDE
 

-Now OUR LAST TAXI RIDE
Probably around 1996 or 1997.
----For some reason we just never took a cab again after those amazing games way back in the summer of 1971. You think those condo games were unbelievable, you ain't gonna believe those taxi stories. Cuming in a Closet near you.
---Maybe I was unconsciously afraid it would happen again, or something even worse would happen. Or maybe we just had no reason. After all, we usually had something to drive and were mostly camped in remote places.
---We still belonged to those membership campgrounds so were staying in nice RV resorts for $1 to $5 a night. Of course $250 or more annual dues made camping really much more expensive. But while it lasted we got to stay in some really nice places. This one was right on a main four lane highway not far from Myrtle Beach. A short walk thru a small cemetery and we were at a famous country singer’s music hall and bar.
---With the van we’d try to get a site near a restroom and shower building for obvious reasons. We lucked out. Got a large end spot with a paved parking area. A short walk there was a nice pool with restrooms and showers open all night plus a large clubhouse and a separate restroom shower building. Three choices to poop and shower! First evening we only had time to take a short walk thru the campground.
---We had noticed the 40’ or larger motor home in the site next to our van, which now appeared tiny. Next morning we went to the pool to relax and get some sun. Dollie wore a tiny bikini and I had on a decent Speedo type suit. While we bounced and splashed in the pool I barely noticed another pretty blonde with big boobs bouncing freely in and out of her tiny bikini top. Okay I stared! We got to talking and became campground friends. We left the pool together after showering. Alice and Al were parked right next to us in that large motor home. We were invited in to visit and have a drink. Somehow the conversation turned to flashing boobs and motorcycles. Al wanted to go into Myrtle Beach to check out some bike shops and Alice wanted to tease bikers. Of course Dollie liked Alice’s idea and I liked both Alice’s and Al’s ideas.
---They weren’t towing a car so didn’t want to take that large motor home into town. Traffic was heavy when we arrived there the day before and since this was Saturday would most likely be worse. I suggested we take our van. But we all agreed that only the front seat passengers would see much.
----A taxi drove thru the campground with several passengers. We all got the same idea. We went outside and stopped the returning cabby, asking about prices and taking us on a scenic tour. The cabby showed us a brochure for a shuttle service where we could get off and on anyplace we wanted and for just a small fee we could use it all day. He gave us a card and said to call him to return to the RV park by cab. Cost was very reasonable.
---The women wanted to change into something sexy. The cab driver said he’d wait for any woman who wants to look sexy. Both Dollie and Alice were soon wearing sort of strapless bra type halters and hot pants belonging to Alice. I’d guess they were called half cup halters. But both women had way more than a half cup exposed! Al and I wore shorts and T-shirts. We all complimented the gals, even the cabby did. I believe he said something like “those are the two biggest prettiest sets of tits I’ve seen in years.” This got Dollie and Alice started. Seems like Alice asked the cabby if he’d like to see more after we all get in the cab and out of the campground.
---Being a red blooded American cabby he was eager to see more. I believe Alice went first, with Dollie soon to pull her top down, now exposing four large brown boobies. The driver had to see more. We hadn’t gone two blocks when he pulled into an abandoned strip mall, parked, and stared at the women. They were fondling their selves, then each other. All us guys were hot! I began fondling Dollie and Al fondled his wife. Don’t remember who’s idea it was but we were soon fondling opposite wives. Maybe 10-15 minutes of this and the women put their toys away.
---Alice asked the cabby if he ever sees people getting naked and having sex. The cabby told us that during events it happens a lot with young people. Alice told him maybe he could watch some old people fuck on our return trip. I’m sure the cab driver had a positive answer. We were taken in to town to one of those shuttle stations.
---The shuttle buses were cut down things with a pipe rail around them and a flat roof, maybe able to hold 20-25 people on hard bench seats. The driver was also the tour guide, using a PA speaker and microphone. I guess it was off season and because it was hot, they were never very crowded.
---Alice and Al sat on the left, Alice on the outside. Us on the right with Dollie next to the right rail. We hadn’t gone more than a few blocks when the shuttle was stopped at a red light. Several bikers stopped along side Alice’s side, staring. Alice, admitting earlier she loves flashing bikers, did her thing. And she did it repeatedly for those and other bikers for miles.
---Seeing Dollie on the curb side outer seat, several bikers pulled up on the right. Dollie copied Alice in pulling her top down. Our driver/tour guide was a young college girl who would tell everyone what we were riding near. She had noticed Dollie, Alice, and now a few younger gals flashing bikers…and others by now. Being an ornery gal and most likely had this happen before, she started telling the women “bikers ahead on left, etc.”
---Al saw a motorcycle shop ahead and asked the driver to let us off. While inside looking at bikes and clothes, several bikers walked up and announced they saw those big titties on the shuttle and would love a closer look and some photos on a few bikes in the store. It may have been me who questioned doing this. But a few salesmen told us it was okay. So Dollie and Alice spent much of the next hour posing topless on a bunch of motorcycles in that shop.
-----We tried to get another shuttle to stop to pick us up. Found out we had to wait at designated shuttle stops even though we all had the proper arm bands. Short walk and we finally caught another ride. Along the beach and other places, Alice, Dollie, and occasionally another gal would flash someone. It was fun. We ate someplace then decided to go back to the RV park before it was dark.
--- It was Alice who decided we wanted the same cab driver. We could have gotten one in a short time but ended up waiting 30-40 minutes for the driver who took us to town. It was no secret why we waited. For much of that 30-40 minutes Alice described how her and Al were going to get naked and fuck. Of course they were both begging Dollie and I to do it too. Playing the shy timid type we made up excuses. But I was sure Dollie would be ready to join in once Alice and Al got started.
----The driver arrived and thanked us for calling him again. He said he thinks he knows why and is ready to watch some adults in action. Both gals had those half cupped tops down to their waists in minutes. He told us to wait because he can’t see much in the mirror and wants to watch those big boobs bouncing as we fuck. Said he’d pull into the same strip mall because it is fairly secluded. Alice and Al didn’t wait. They were soon going at it hot and heavy. It was obvious they’ve put on their sex shows before. Alice was facing forward sitting on Al, her big tits just quivering as she bounced up and down on his shaft.
----Soon the cabby was parked along side a tractor trailer rig in the same strip mall as earlier. He stopped near the right rear tandems of the trailer. Seems like something was blocking us on the right too. Al and Alice must have been screwing at least 15 minutes and were still going strong. I had my work cut out for me to compete. Dollie soon had her hot pants off and my penis out the leg of my shorts, hard and ready from watching Alice’s bouncing boobies. Dollie also climbed on facing forward to give the cabby a perfect view of a second set of large brown bouncing boobies.
--- Just watching those two women's tits shaking up and down would have thrilled many men. Watching them getting fucked was just a bonus. Have no idea how long he was starring in the window on Al and Alice’s side of the cab, it was the trucker. HA! Maybe seeing the cabby, me, and the trucker all starring at Alice’s bouncing boobies, Al shot his wad in Alice, announcing it to the world…well to the deserted strip mall and us. I had to top an estimated 25 minutes to be king of the taxi fuckers. To be honest, I have no idea weather I made it that long or not. After Dollie yelled and screamed she was cumming about a hundred times I filled her full of hot semen. Cleaned up our messes and we were taken back to the RV park.
---We stopped in Al and Alice’s motor home for drinks and small talk. Dollie changed back into her own clothes and we hugged goodnight. We felt good being reminded there are others like us. That’s all I remember about Alice and Al in Myrtle Beach. Our last taxi ride had been over twenty six years earlier. Damned those taxi rides were fun!

_FLORIDA AIRBOAT RIDES.
 

_FLORIDA AIRBOAT RIDES.
I’ve already written a few stories about Dollie flashing and riding topless while on airboat tours. Don’t want to repeat so this is just a reminder it happened quit a few times in our first ten years in Florida. There were probably as many rides with our young son as without. When with him Dollie wore tops covering at least part of her boobs. As odd as it sounds all of our kids were used to mommy going topless. But now, sometimes rough water and bouncing boats caused bouncing out boobies. Pontoon boats and other small tour boats were also fun naughty nautical days on the water. Yes even at John Penn. State Park in the Keys while looking at the Coral Reefs her boobs slipped out. I can remember at least two, probably more, airboat rides up and down the St Johns River and others where we were given permission to get naked and get with it.
(Remember, nudists take children to nudist camps and beaches.)

-AIRBOAT INTERCOURSE.
---- For some reason Dollie looked sexy and ready for sex most of her younger life. Most of her life she was ready for sex! I remember an afternoon on a lonely stretch of the lower St Johns River near Florida‘s east coast. We were far from being kids, maybe 57 and 55, but acting sort of childish. We were probably cuddling and I was fondling her exposed titties, as the airboat bounced along the narrow river, tall saw grass and gators on both sides. I think it was those gators that caused her to cuddle closely. Thank you aligators. Keep in mind this is the headwaters of the St Johns. It flows uphill toward north Florida.
---For some reason we’d rented a small airboat with no other passengers that day. Just the captain. In fact most times we rented tour boats we were alone or with very few others. We mostly roamed from the campgrounds during midweek in the heat of day. This airboat captain was obviously older than us, or spent a lot of time at sea. Looked like Popeye with a Sailor’s dirty mouth. He was teasing us and told us we needed to get a room soon. In a while he said “well, hell, there’s no one else here but us, why don’t ya just fuck her and let the boat do the work.” If you’ve ever been on an airboat in choppy water you’ll know what he meant.
---I was wearing short lose legged shorts and Dollie the same with her halter top off by then. The few in other airboats and flat bottom fishing boats that passed seemed to enjoy the view. We were sitting in the front of the boat with the captain up high in a seat behind us. I’m thinking there was only seating for two others.
---I have no idea which of us decided the captain had a great idea. I just remember Dollie sitting on my lap facing me and the captain while fucking. As the captain said, neither of us had to fuck. Dollie was bouncing almost off my cock and back down with a thud, repeatedly. He was coaching Dollie on how to make her “fuckin big boobies” bounce more. I remember this airboat intercourse happening at least one more time on another small river. Danged that was more fun than in the back seat of an old car!

-Some of our earliest games.

THE OUTHOUSE PICTURES
---We were in our mid twenties, camping only around 75 miles from our home in central Illinois. The three parks and Illinois River where many of our games began were all close by. We loved hiking and roaming around alone in scenic wooded areas. Dollie could dress rather wild, which was still something she was learning to do with others around. We probably both wore shorts and tank tops. She may have worn a tube top, which we both enjoyed. They were easy to pull down, or a halter top.
---At two of the three parks we enjoyed walking several long trails, and there were many. Each trailhead had a small gravel parking lot, only room for maybe six cars. Most places were miles apart along a narrow highway. I remember most small areas having a picnic area with a few tables and an outhouse off to one side. At first those were the old style wooden outhouses. Later port-a-potties.
---We’d walked the trail and Dollie needed to pee. I usually borrowed a tree. I was sitting across the small parking lot at a picnic table. She returned carrying two Polaroid pictures. Both were a picture of a slender naked girl about Dollie’s age but with a very large black patch of hair on her pussy. Picture one, the girl was sitting in one of those outhouses, maybe this one, her legs and pussy spread wide. Naughty! Nice average tits and good body. She also had long black hair to match her sn*tch. Dollie, a blonde, her pussy has been smooth and bald until her 60’s. Two totally different looks on two similar looking girls. The second photo was the girl squatting, legs spread wide, peeing out the door of an outhouse. Dollie told me there was still another photo of the same girl stuck on the wall of the outhouse. On the back of at least one was a name and phone number. As far as I remember, we still have those two pictures someplace.
---I got silly and asked Dollie what she thought about taking a couple of Polaroid’s of her in those same poses and replacing the other girl‘s photos with hers. Yep, we did it. The door was at the backside out of view of the parking lot.
---We were having lunch or a snack at the picnic table when a young guy in a car pulled up nearer the outhouse. He came back out carrying those pictures. Found out after he left he was only carrying Dollie’s photos. There were new photos of the other girl he added again. So, now we knew who put those pictures there. Well, sort of. We had no idea who that young man our age was. I took a few more naked photos of Dollie and added them to the outhouse pictures again. We giggled and left.
---Maybe twenty miles or so away was the other park. We liked the trails there more because they went down steep iron steps into canyons. There are stories already here about those stairs. A few hours later, we returned to the parking lot, a much larger lot and picnic area with several outhouses in different areas. Again Dollie had to pee. Coincidentally the same young guy stepped out of the outhouse Dollie was walking toward. Not sure if they spoke. Dollie walked out of the outhouse with two more of those naked girlie pictures. We looked at them together then I stuck them back inside the outhouse on the back wall. We didn’t have any more naked pictures of Dollie and there was no place here to take any.
---We soon found out that young man, Paul, had watched us look at the pictures and put them back. He walked up, thanked us, asking if we like the photos of his girlfriend. I showed him the other two I kept and asked if he wanted them back. He told us to keep them and enjoy them. He showed us the two Polaroid pictures I’d taken of Dollie, the same except Dollie wasn‘t peeing in her squat photo. He said he loved them but was going to put one of them in the outhouse next to his girlfriend’s photos. He did.
--- Paul said he’d love to take some pictures of Dollie and his girlfriend together nude. We talked about it and he asked us if we could all meet there tomorrow. We were camping nearby and thought the idea sounded fun. We’d never done that before.
---In the meantime we sat and visited with Paul. Dollie showed him her titties by hanging them out briefly on the picnic table. He kept telling us we’d love his girlfriend because she likes to show her pussy and boobs. He told us that’s why he puts those pictures up different places. People sometimes call and they just get together and take sexy pictures together.
---Next day we waited and waited. No Paul or girlfriend. We even went to a pay phone and kept calling the number on the back of the photos. No answer. We often wondered who else saw Dollie’s nasty naked photos in those outhouses. Taking this idea, we often left nude pictures of Dollie in other restrooms.

-THE HILLBILLY OUTHOUSE
 

-THE HILLBILLY OUTHOUSE
--- We were camping with a tiny one man pup tent with the old Harley way up on the Blue Ridge Parkway. We were out for an afternoon ride and met almost no one. One of us had to poop. I know it was poop because being alone there were plenty of trees to pee behind. We were at one of those small restored log cabin villages. Hell way back in the 70’s those may have still been real original cabins. Now that I think about it the outhouse we used may have been an original hillbilly shitter and not supposed to be for modern use. But it had a door, a hole, and toilet paper.
----Who ever had to shit got the job done. Probably Dollie. That’s most likely why I attacked her bare assed naked in that outhouse. We were fuckin when some old guy with his lady opened the door. They just stood there staring and saying things like OMG! When they finally slammed the door we both got dressed and apologized when we met them outside. I sort of remember them laughing and thanking us for the show. We had to have been in our mid 30’s and them maybe 70’s?? An embarrassing situation turned into an entertaining time for those two.
---The old guy admitted him and mamma screwed in their old outhouse many years ago because they only had a one room cabin and a bunch of kids. It was there or in the barn. Stuff we never read about in the history books.


-CAMPGROUND TOILETS AND SHOWER HOUSES
--- It was my younger brother and his wife who got us into screwing in campground bathrooms and separate shower houses. Back then most campground shower houses had rows of separate narrow showers with a small changing area in front of it. Still these were separate men and women shower buildings. Usually there was just a plastic curtain on the first tiny room and another separating it from the shower. The front was where you’d remove your clothes and hang them. Then you’d step out of the shower to dry off and dress in privacy.
We usually showered later at night after other campers were finished.
---My brother and I were taking showers when his young wife came in and went in his stall. Soon I could here them giggling and carrying on. We didn’t camp with them a lot but this seemed to happen when we did. My brother is two years younger but his wife is a few years older than me. Irene was also ornery and loved sex. She only dressed kinky when with Dollie. My brother didn’t really like her doing it. When with us Irene would flash her titties and show her very black fuzzy pussy to others, even when Dollie didn’t. This happened a lot on some of those northern Illinois hiking trails and those wrought iron stairs.
---These shower sexy acts got Dollie into the act. Sometimes other young guys and their wives or girlfriends could be heard in showers, rarely in restrooms. But it happened. Most of those campgrounds were county or State owned and not crowded. I don’t remember any men going in the ladies’ rooms. Like me, I didn’t feel safe doing that so Dollie came in the men’s room after I gave her the all clear. If someone else came in we tried to be quiet. A few times we were embarrassed or embarrassed some young man when we left together.
---I remember a few times getting caught screwing in the shower and having young guys ask if they could be next or get some help soaping down from Dollie. It never happened. But I did let them peek in and watch a few times.
---Then there were the times I was in a shower or restroom naked, cleaning up or shaving when a cleaning gal would just walk in. They usually said they knocked or yelled. But Dollie was sometimes outside, saying the girl just walked in. Most times they were embarrassed and ran out. Several times they just looked and went about their cleaning and replacing supplies. One of those times I was in the shower and walked out to meet a pretty young female moping the floor, not knowing she was there. Seems like she said she was sorry and was going to leave. I told her it was too late. You’ve seen everything so you may as well stay here. She did, staring as I got dressed or shaved.
---These same things happened occasionally to Dollie when male janitors walked in on her. Seems like these times were always in the mornings. Even many years later we questioned why they clean restrooms and showers between 8 and 10 AM. We never got up early and that’s when we had to use the toilets.

-I gotta Pee mommy
 

-I gotta Pee mommy
---At a public restroom next to a large parking lot I was getting ready to take a pee at the latrine. The building was fairly new and had a WOMEN’S and MEN’S half well marked. It was the type that had no doors but had a wall and a few turns to get inside. Dollie was in the car in the parking lot. We were probably in our 30’s…maybe.
--- I don’t know why but I was standing there at the latrine just getting ready to pee, with a partial erection. In walked this young woman about my age holding the hand of her son around 5 or 6.….. I’m guessing. She stepped up next to me and pulled his shorts and underwear down and told him to do like me, stand up closer and pee.
--Well, I wasn’t really up close and mommy was staring right at my penis. It got hard! After all she was a cute little thing. I still had to pee but couldn’t at that time! Neither could little Jonny. Mommy was coaxing Jonny to pee and under my breath I was coaxing big Denny to pee! I don’t remember exactly what was said but we did say hello and all those polite things. I also remember asking her if she knew she was in the MEN’S restroom. Her basic answer was yes but Jonny is too young to be in here alone. Then I suggested the LADIES room. But it don’t have one of these stand up things to teach little Jonny to pee. Made sense at that time!
----What seemed like hours went by and I still couldn’t pee. I even think I mentioned I’d help Jonny and bring him out when we both finish. I told her I was having trouble peeing with her staring at me. I wanted to stop and put my penis away but still had to go. Seems like I said I don’t want to embarrass you but I am trying to urinate. The woman said it’s okay I’m married.
I’m thinking she said she was sorry and wondered if she could hold it like she is little Jonnys. She said “see, he’s peeing just fine.” I had a few women see my penis by this time of my life. But I’ll swear I was never more embarrassed as I was then as that mommy held Jonny’s pecker and mine while we peed! Peeing with a hard on is not as easy as some may think.
---I thanked her and told them both to have a nice day. Silly Dollie asked me when I got in the car what that woman and kid were doing walking out of the Men’s room with me. Damned I’m glad she’s easy to explain things to. This happened in broad daylight right in my hometown. I actually believe that gal had no idea she did something wrong and dangerous.
Why do I remember these things?


CAN I HOLD THAT FOR YA?

---I was probably in my late teens. Barely heard about gays and perverts back then. Our local park was were my brother and I spent much of the summer when we were younger. We’d fish in the lagoon and swim at the City pool. Also there is a large parking lot between the two with a big restroom building split in half. Convenient place to stop to take a leak when cruisin around town. The old fashioned latrines there were right in the open, at an angle so anyone entering the large open area could see anyone taking a leak.
---I was just starting to piss when a guy maybe 40 or so walked up to me and asked if he could hold it for me. Holly crap! I told him no thanks, stopped pissing in midstream and got outta there. Seems like a few years later it happened again as I stepped out of a toilet stall. I really didn’t know a lot about queers until later but had a general idea. Damned that was creepy. Can’t believe many years later we became friends with some gay men and women. Actually nice people when they aren’t asking to fondle me. Many of them fondled Dollie. Does that still make them gay?


Stay tuned for all new old stories.

BONDAGE, sort of! ---My Introduction
 

BONDAGE, sort of!
[SIZE="3"] --- It’s ironic. I’m writing my own bondage stories when soon after joining a forum I was quickly deleted from a BONDAGE group. A few members misunderstood some things I said. The short time I was a member I really enjoyed the stories.
---It is true, we’ve had very little experience with spanking, torture, and bondage. Dollie isn’t real thrilled about being a Slave and I’m not a great Master. While I agree this sort of treatment for fun, sex, and amusement can be exciting, I said I didn’t believe in anyone being forced into performing sex acts, being punished, or tied up. My feelings remain. Apparently a few members assumed I didn’t like their games and stories. If you let someone cut your prick off that’s your personal business. I’d probably watch but wouldn't want it to happen to me.
---As mature adults, we all must make our own choices on what games we play. Pain and torture causing permanent injury are not the type games I believe in. Squeezing titties or a penis until a slave screams, temporary pain like a good ass whooping, and humiliation are what I call fun S & M games. Yes Dollie may be FORCED to play but everything we do we have talked about and agreed on before hand. I’m sure most others do it this way. No one is actually being FORCED beyond their will.
--Some stories in the other group were about young girls being kidnapped and kept tied and locked up in cold dungeons for painful sexual torture. I’ll never agree with games like these.
Below are the few simple fun experiences we’ve had with bondage. We had no idea what we were getting ourselves into!

----The only bondage games we played were simple kinky little games where those bound were never really held down if they wanted to get free. Plus there was never any real pain. More for ornry fun than pain or humiliation.
My little disclaimer thingie.
--- Since these things happened 50 years ago or more and we were often excited there is no way in hell what was said and done can be remembered exactly. But this is how we remember it and most likely close to what happened.
---Traveling in this area last summer, 2012, and Dollie recently finding some old detailed letters of games played, and games planned by old friends Ruth Ann and Terry (female) helped create the following stories. Dollie also found several letters we’d written and were returned because the others moved. Ya never know what you might find under the bed in a metal box.
------Number two….. In the following story I mention our friend Ruth Ann’s very large shapely breasts like they were the biggest we’d ever seen. While it was true for her age and size, we actually had several friends with larger boobs. Those other girls were also larger. Not fat or obese. Not many girls when we grew up were really heavy. Those friends were what I’d call chunky. Well built, cute, with big full boobs that hung down some.
---We spent a lot of time on public beaches, and topless beaches. We’d already met older strippers and saw women with tits twice as big as Ruth Ann’s. In every case all of those girls and women were larger too. Ruth Ann had one of those calendar girl/playboy type bodies with boobs twice as large as most of them. So it was especially thrilling for me to get to see and play with those.
---Number three…..We’d camped at this State Park I’m writing about and several others in the area right from our early camping days thru even the past few years as we headed back home from Florida to Illinois. We made friends with the shop owners in a tiny nearby town, went boat riding with several young couples we also camped with, and a couple after we retired who was into beer drinking and flashing. Most times it involved the girls being topless or showing their ass and tits. We had several great times most summers for years. For that reason we tried to leave the kids with Dollie’s mom.)

Pre-STORY TIME---It’s not what you think. Right from the start I tried to convince Dollie to let me tie her up or in other ways make her helpless and vulnerable in the privacy of our own home. It all went back to her very early teens (**) and being held down and r---ped several different times during that summer. Now she would rarely even let me hold her down during sex. Over the years I continued begging her to let me, and a few others, tie her hands behind her back or other simple bondage games while camping, on the beaches, and other places. She was into kinky sex and exhibitionism by then so I figured she’d be more willing by now. It was always NO! Still we experienced bondage a few times with a few old and new friends.
---The following stories are my fun with bondage.
Our first adventures with bondage involved me being held down as a teen by Dollie, Charlotte, and Kathy. I haven’t written about Kathy yet. She was another slightly younger gal who spent much time at our house and going places with us. I believe she was another of Charlottes sl*t girlfriends who wandered over to our house with Charlotte uninvited. Yet, I don’t remember Kathy staying all night. If I was 19 and Dollie was **, Charlotte and Kathy must have been ++. Charlotte, Kathy, my brother’s girlfriend Mary, and the other younger gals were already fucking regularly. Back then no one in our group seemed to worry about under aged drinking or sex. We survived the under age years and our group fucking continued another five or six years.
----Things really were different back then. We knew about a guy living maybe 10 miles away in a small subdivision who fucked his two teen aged daughters regularly. He also invited teenaged boys to fuck them while he watched. Seems like everyone knew about it and no one cared.
---Dollie’s oldest brother-in-law was banging his daughters as soon as their little pussys would handle his big cock. The neighbors, relatives, and Dollie’s parents all knew. It was many years later before anything was done. The very same people who held Dollie down as she got fucked at **!
---There were still others. Seems like even the law knew about some. Nothing was done until formal complaints were filled. Hell the young girls we had in only complained to us if they didn’t get fucked or played with. But we were all nearly the same ages.
---A few of Dollie’s other girlfriends also played these games over the five or six years we had girls living with us after our marriage. Besides me, most had boyfriends banging them. At first this mostly consisted of the girls holding me down to take turns masturbating me. One or two of the girls soon were holding my arms and feet spread wide while Dollie screwed me. This was replaced by Dollie and Kathy taking turns fucking, masturbating, and sucking my cock while others held me down. I don’t remember ever really resisting. Altho there were times I begged them to stop because my cock was hurting so badly from repeated ejaculation and skinning back of my non-circumcised prick. Remember, this evolved over several years. This is all old repeat news. There was more. Now cum along for our simple bondage games. /SIZE]

Bondage, Story Time
 

S & M----------->BONDAGE
 

Keep in mind these stories are written from old notes hidden for many years.


S & M----------->BONDAGE
--- I believe it was the next morning when Dollie and I took the short drive to visit Ken and Ruth Ann. Since they lived in the country they met us in the small town and we followed them home. I do remember Dollie constantly telling me she is not getting involved in any bondage. And she didn’t. Although she did help attach straps to Ruth Ann and help hook her on various fixtures in the dungeon. The main attachments were black leather 4”-6” arm and leg bands that laced or snapped tightly in place. Each had a medium sized ring on it for hooking ropes or chains to the ceiling , walls, or other places. With Ken’s help we put these on Ruth Ann’s wrists and ankles. Ruth Ann’s hands were held together when the two wrist bands were connected with another small ring.
--- In about the middle of the small basement room, dungeon room they called it, was sort of a low heavy wooden table like bed with a thin mat on it. This thing was roughly the size of a single bed mattress and a few feet off the floor. On the ceiling above and the walls were rings, pulleys, and ropes or small chains for attaching those leather bands that were on Ruth Ann. This all reminded us of some horror movie and torture room. With Ken’s suggestions, we had Ruth Ann laying on her back with her legs spread wide. Using some of those ropes and pulleys, both legs were pulled over her head, hands attached to her ankles. Somehow we attached her in this position to hooks on the wall behind her. This was new and scary for us and we were feeling very sorry for Ruth Ann.
---Ruth Ann’s ass and pussy were in full view and easy to get at. With Ken’s coaxing Dollie picked out a few dildos and vibrators to stick up Ruth Ann’s pussy and asshole. But Dollie wouldn’t do it! Ruth Ann told me she is my sex slave. Stick them in me Denny. I choose medium, maybe 6” tools and buried them each fully after oiling them down with something in the toy box.. With those holes filled and the vibrator on high in her asshole I was asked to strip down and have Ruth Ann give me oral sex. Up until then they hadn’t seen my full erection. Ruth Ann screamed that she may not be able to take all of that in any of her openings. Ken told her to “be quiet b*tch, your gonna get it buried deep in all your holes anyway.” ( Words something like that.) And he slapped her titties hard, leaving red marks.
--- I really had no way of getting into position over Ruth Ann’s face. Ken worked the vibrator in and out of her butt hole briefly. Then unhooked the ropes and had me help him get her into a kneeling position at the end of that cot thing. He then reattached the overhead rope and pulley raising Ruth Ann’s arms above her head. Perfect height for walking up and sticking a cock in her mouth.
---They both reminded me she was not to stop sucking after I climaxed. In fact if I could I should continue until I shot again. I was afraid Ruth Ann would choke on my initial blast of semen and not be able to breath or maybe throw up. I mentioned this several times. Ruth Ann assured me she could swallow it all. I didn’t have to do anything except walk up in front of that little gal with an erection. She opened her mouth and took several inches, soon moaning and working her head back and forth on my cock. Being very turned on by this I was not able to hold back like I usually could. I don’t know if I said I was cumming or Ken and Dollie were watching me gritting my teeth and listening to my moans. Ken grabbed Ruth Ann’s head and forced my cock in farther so she couldn’t pull it out. I pumped that poor girl’s mouth full of jazz .
---With the head and several inches in her mouth, she stopped moving and swallowed. Ken called her names and reached around slapping her tits. He told her not to stop yet. He said suck that big cock dry. He moved off to the side squeezing both tits every time Ruth Ann slowed down. She continued working her head and mouth back and forth on nearly half of my cock. Each time she slowed down Ken smacked her boobs hard enough to make red marks. I believe I was able to squirt a little again. Seems like Ruth Ann moved away to ask if I was finished. I told her I was very satisfied. Ken said “suck it more slave sl*t.“ Ruth Ann kept working my cock several more minutes.
--- Ken moved away from Ruth Ann and was fondling Dollie’s titties and rubbing her pussy. I don’t even remember when Dollie got naked. After Ruth Ann moved her face away from my cock I turned and told Dollie it was her turn to suck cock. Ken smiled and sat on the bed table. His prick was around 4”to 6” fully erect. He was expecting Dollie to give him a blow job. I was sure this wasn’t gonna happen. Dollie turned toward me, taking at least half of my hard prick. She worked on it like she often did, always stopping when I started draining semen. She had nothing to worry about. Ruth Ann had drained me dry and there was no way I could shoot anymore jazz. Seems like Ken was finger fucking Dollie and maybe fondling her boobs as she sucked my cock.
---After a few more times begging Dollie to let him tie her up, neither Ken or Ruth Ann asked her again. They understood and my having my way with Ruth Ann was just another game they played often with other single men. I figured our game was over so I fondled Ruth Ann’s boobs quickly and seems like I kissed or sucked on a big nipple. But Ken soon told us I had just begun taking care of his wh*r* Slave.
---Several hours must have passed. Ken loosened the rope holding Ruth Ann’s arms above her head and shoved her forcefully on her back on the platform. Again he reattached the ropes and pulleys so that Ruth Ann’s legs were pointed toward the ceiling and her pussy and butt hole were again in full view. Both the dildo and vibrator had slipped part way out. Ken shoved them back inside Ruth Ann. She said “thank you master.“ Poor Ruth Ann remained in that position as the rest of us sat down and had something to eat and drink. Ken told Ruth Ann, sort of warned her, that she better be ready for my cock to fill both of those other two holes. Ruth Ann was saying “yes master” and things like “Denny please give me your big cock and make me scream. I’ve been bad and I need punished with your big prick.“ (Of course this is in no way exactly what Ruth Ann said. But I’m sure it was similar)
---Dollie and Ken adjusted the pulleys and ropes, sat her up, and gave Ruth Ann something to eat and drink. With Dollie’s help Ruth Ann‘s arms were stretched out above her head to the bed. Ken told Dollie to sit on Ruth Ann’s face and give her desert. Dollie refused this. So Ken asked if Dollie would give him desert. She also refused that. Ken re-hung Ruth Ann’s legs straight up toward the ceiling with a pulley and rope hooked to the ankle bracelets. As we talked, Ruth Ann and Ken told me what to do to make her be a good girl again. It involved a lot of deep penetration and more ejaculation. I told them both I may be all jazzed out! Sitting there eating, drinking, and talking about their bondage games with others, and staring at that pussy and asshole with those sex toys still inside helped keep my erection.
---As we finished drinking our soda or beer, Ken walked over and removed the dildo from Ruth Ann‘s pussy. That left the vibrating vibrator in her butt hole. To everyone’s surprise he fucked Ruth Ann as we watched. He told her he wanted her to feel the difference in his average cock and my large one. He told her something like “don’t scream when he rams that thing all the way into your juicy big pussy my slave. If you do I will have to spank your ass and tits.” Ruth Ann replied with something like “yes master, I will not scream. If I do please spank me hard.” She then began begging me to fuck her. She said things like ‘make me cum and cum deep inside me. I promise to take all you give me without crying or complaining.”
----At this time I was feeling horny yet had doubts about this new friendship. What the hell did I get us into? Still they both seemed to understand our own rules and were polite and friendly to us. Not so much to Ruth Ann but this was part of their sex slave game and Ruth Ann seemed to be enjoying it. Personally I never did like hurting others or forcing them to do these things, then or now. Yet later Ruth Ann would beg everyone involved to do whatever they wanted and not to worry about her screaming.
---We’d turned down several chances to swap and play a mild version of these bondage games over the previous 3 or 4 years. This was the peak time of our lives when we had girls living with us and fucking me. I wonder why Charlotte hadn’t come along on this camping trip? It is over 250 miles to these lakes and campgrounds. We only got to go there during vacations or long holiday weekends. I remember spending at least a week this trip and several of these afternoon bondage sex slave fucking games with Ken and Ruth Ann. Charlotte, Kathy, and few of the other gals would have loved this. And Ken’s 4” to 6” cock would have been just right for Charlotte. With all of this in mind, and Dollie’s willingness to at least be there and help out, I sure wasn’t gonna turn down this great piece of ass!
---So fuck Ruth Ann, I did. Ken adjusted the pulley to move Ruth Ann’s legs up and forward again, raising her ass and causing her c*nt to open up. With her ass raised it was easy to bury my cock all the way inside her wet pussy. But I had to remove the butt dildo to get my cock completely inside. Seems like it just wouldn’t go with her asshole filled with that 6” dildo. But now that wide spread butt hole was a straight in shot and more tempting. I rarely butt fucked a gal then fucked her pussy for sanitary reasons so resisted temptation. Both holes were showing pink and dripping wet so I didn’t bother with four play or being gentle. After all this was supposed to be punishment for some reason. I took aim, lined up, and rammed my cock fully inside that juicy c*nt. Ruth Ann was screaming immediately but begging for more. The screaming brought the spankings Ken warned her about. Him slapping her ass with every scream just seemed to make it feel tighter and more exciting for me, which caused even more screaming as I hit bottom.
---Just when I was near ejaculating, I decided I needed to change positions. It was Ruth Ann’s tits I was loving and I wanted to feel them more. I stopped to explain my plan. After all, I was supposed to be the master here and both Ruth Ann and Ken were my slaves. It was a simple plan. Ruth Ann would get on her hands and knees and I’d fuck her doggie fashioned.
--- She was already in a great position for deep penetration but I was always liking dog fashioned with the other girls. I could hang on to those hanging boobs, work their titties and long stroke them, burying my cock until it hit bottom. Yes, some of those skinny little gals had a shallow bottom. Some could take only half. Of course Charlotte tight opening couldn’t take any. Dollie rarely could take it all dog fashioned without it hurting.
--Like the other girls in our sex lives, Ruth Ann was thin. There wasn’t much meat between her front and back. Only ass hole and pussy in the middle. With Ruth Ann on her back I was dragging the head of my prick up and down her inner belly. Doggie fashioned it would be forcing it’s way along her rectum and stimulating both holes. ---Even though Ruth Ann was what I’d call petite, her hole was almost bottomless and very pliable, yet snug. She was screaming occasionally but also begging for more even though I had no more. So doing it doggie fashioned might get me deeper but would also let me at those big boobies. The ropes and chains were removed and Ruth Ann’s arm and ankle bands unhooked from each other. No more bondage. Just a good fuck. Sadly those firm big boobs were too much for me. I’ll swear I no more than grabbed and fondled them, rammed my cock to the bottom of that hot pussy, and I was ready to shoot a big wad. Okay, self control. Think about work or something unpleasant. I can do it. I’ve lasted over an hour before with Dollie and the other girls.
--Well, Ruth Ann was moanin, groanin, and let out a big scream when I pulled almost out and drove my cock as far into that pussy as I could. I was using those two big firm titties to bury myself in her pussy. What was I thinking? Should have gone slow and easy. But she wanted fucked and she wanted filled with semen. That’s what Ruth Ann got! I went out with a bang though. I kept ramming it deep and as my cock swelled Ruth Ann kept screaming.
---Ken reacted by slapping her ass which didn’t help me or Ruth Ann. Things got blurry as I collapsed beside her on that torture table. Ruth Ann thanked me and Ken thanked me. Heck I think Dollie even thanked me. I was around 22 or 23 but I was panting like I ran a marathon and was 75 years old! About then both Ruth Ann and Ken reminded me I still had another hole to fuck!