Ken and Ruth Ann Part Three.
 

Ken and Ruth Ann Part Three.

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

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

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

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

This got too long so I sort of split it.

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

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

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

TERRY AND GEORGE.
 

TERRY AND GEORGE.

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

SOUTHERN ILLINOIS BONDAGE, the conclusion
 

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

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

MORE RANDOM VACATION STORIES TO FOLLOW
 

Or you ain't gonna believe this Shit!


Fast Forward a Dozen years or So
The Little Fairy

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

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

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

HI REMEMBER ME?
 

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

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

THE BIKER PARTY- "Bondage?"
 

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

THE BIKER PARTY

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

Awesome
 

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

ANOTHER ALL NEW SERIES OF OLD STORIES
 

As I began this new series I realize I should have started with TAXI CAB STORIES since they happened back in the 70's and were a great influance on Dollie's future behavior. Let's just say she was experienced in showing pussy and finger fucking when the follwing events began.


Way up North

---We’ve had very few bondage game partners. I would guess because Dollie didn’t like the idea of being tied up, tortured, or forced to do anything. She loved the sex but not being forced or held down while performing it.
---Another reason is that I don’t remember knowing others into it or hearing about real life bondage in our younger days. These were mostly deep dark secrets. Watching it in early X-rated movies only made Dollie hate bondage and being sex slaves even more. Still our experiences with the friends we’d met in southern Illinois should have encouraged us to find others into this hobby.
---I would have crawled the 250miles naked over broken glass, thru the snow, up hill, while having my ass spanked if I knew I’d get to fuck friend Terry.
---Like before, it happened again occasionally by accident. I’d almost forgotten the biker bondage adventures back in 1967. This next bondage story is another real adventure into whips and chains, leather and lace.

After finding more letters and old notes I went back and added kinky details to this story. Only the actual words spoken are guesses as to what was said. I’ve split it up into smaller chapters, hopefully at the right places, like a commercial on TV.

Membership Campground with a Surprise (Part 1)
--- Cum with me to lower Michigan as we camp near the Dunes and get intimate with Gracie and Charlie. This had to be in the 80’s not long after we joined a membership campground group. Let’s pretend I was 45 and Dollie 43. The approximate ages of a couple, George and Terry, who helped teach us the fine art of bondage for sex 20 years earlier. It was another chapter in Dollie’s life when she nearly gave in to getting fucked by a stranger.
---Unlike State, County, and Federal parks or private pay to camp places like KOA and Yogi Bear‘s , only members were allowed in. These membership parks were new to us. More like belonging to a country club or Mobile Home park with a large lodge/game room, mini golf, swimming pools, and other things we were not familiar with when camping in the wild. Both types camping have advantages. The membership parks were great destination camps and places where the kids were safe staying with member friends and activity directors.
---Not ever expecting it in one of these places, new to the campground system, an old nudist resort was now a membership park. We were going to as many new campgrounds as we could when they became available in the system. Partially because we found most were empty or nearly empty, especially during the week and off season. None was ever an old nudist park. But we’d been visitors at some so wandering around in a place like this wouldn’t be a big deal.
----There was some sort of agreement with the old nudist park members that they could remain in the system and have a small private area for going naked. We loved checking out these RV parks or anywhere we camped. We were probably wearing bikinis or I may have wore short shorts and a tank top. Dollie in a bikini or short shorts and halter top or tiny blouse. Lots of skin no matter what we wore when in less crowded places.
--- From what I remember there were very few RV’s where we were parked and none in other remote areas. Also, at these older campgrounds, turned into membership parks, there were permanent RV’s with decks and small sheds for local members who visited often. So even if there was a vehicle near didn’t mean someone was camping. We often assumed if no one was outside no one was there. But we didn’t always assume right!
---We were walking, exploring this new place. We passed between a wide opening in the lane with a large, maybe eight foot, wooden fence on each side. No signs. After all, it was just another part of the large campground. After we went around a slight curve in the lane we could see RV’s ahead and what looked like a swing set and playground. We also saw what appeared to be a small lake ahead. Time to check it out. Like many times when all alone, let’s get naked and take advantage of getting a tan without tan lines.
---There we were, carrying our clothes wadded up in tiny bundles, naked as a Jay Bird, looking at Jay Birds, Sparrows, and squirrels. We’d passed a small group of RV’s and had just approached another bunch. “Hi there. Nice to see you guys here.” Came several voices. We saw no one. Again, yet another voice from another direction. Aw shit! We’re gonna get kicked outta here. Those membership campgrounds have strict dress codes and we were far from up to code! We’d actually been warned at several other membership parks in other states about what is allowed to be exposed and what is not. Funny, we never got warned in State or public campgrounds. Getting banned from here could get us banned from the entire membership system. Yea, we were worried.
---Not to worry. If this were war we’d walked into a trap. We were surrounded by other naked and nearly nude campers. Keep in mind I was around 45 and Dollie 43. These people were in that same age group. A few older. Feeling embarrassed and stupid we began apologizing. That’s when they explained the situation and told us we were welcome and fit right in.
---We were wined and dined and begged to bring our RV thru the fence and into the nudist part of the park. We passed on that but nearly every day for the week or two we vacationed there we visited those people and maybe a dozen more. At first it felt so natural and there was nothing obscene or kinky about it.
---But that would soon change. We seem to have a way of bringing out the orneriness and sexual side of others. Among that first group of new friends, we met one couple who sort of stood out, also in their mid to late 40’s. Clean cut and friendly. We hiked with them, had cookouts, and got to know them better. Tits and sex never came up. I was proud of myself. I did stare at Gracie’s boobs and Dollie commented that Charlie had a cock about the size of mine. Hey naked people notice those things. But I tried not to make my staring look obvious and never mentioned her boobs. Okay, I might have said she looked great and I loved her shape and size. That’s just being polite. They’d also been polite and gentlemanly/ladylike.
--Maybe it was the wine Gracie served a few days later. Out of nowhere they began telling us they have a wild side. They began telling how Gracie loves to flash and attract other men. So we admitted our fetish for flashing and taking tit pictures with strangers. Every time we mentioned something we did wild they one-upped us. “Our favorite hobby is bondage and wife swapping“, they bragged. We do it with very young couples and have had single old men tie Gracie up and have their way with her. That’s what we do when we get some old guy’s attention. Gracie loves making love with much older men and I love watching. Old men aren’t in it to get married or have a permanent affair. Most are honest and either have wives or don’t want another one. To make it more exciting we dress Gracie in lacy or leather sexy clothes and use leather straps, ropes, or chains to tie her up” Charlie admitted. Somehow this made sense. Like Dollie at that age, Gracie had the tits and body to attract old, and young men. They were just taking it to the next level.
---Of course they wanted to know our feeling about this hobby and if we’d ever tried any of it. We briefly told of our 10 years or more with our friends in southern Illinois until we lost contact with them. Dollie made it clear she was not into bondage, torture, or intercourse herself. She told them how she enjoys watching, even helping tie people up, but only being there as a voyeur. I added that she does enjoy being fondled and masturbated but not held down.
---I don’t remember exactly what their reactions were but we were invited back to come in their RV to be part of one of their games. They said that no one else here seems like the type and they were afraid to say anything to the regular members. I mentioned maybe it was the wine talking and we’d go back to our camper and talk it over then let them know. Charlie told us most who say that never return.
---I assured them we are not like most others and told them where our campsite was. Both seemed to understand so I added “ if you understand Dollie does not give oral sex, have intercourse, or allows anyone to tie her up we will be back.” Charlie asked “what does that leave to do with her?” I told them “as mature grown ups you should be able to figure something out.” Gracie told Charlie “you’ve still got hands and fingers dummy. And I’ll bet she’d love your cock fucking her big tits! Also Charlie, remember, most times we just pick up an old man to service me.” Now I have a chance to get fucked by a young well hung stud like you. Just entertain Dollie while Denny fucks me!”
---As we got up to leave, Charlie shook my hand and hugged Dollie, telling us they’d be waiting. As we walked down the lane, several nudists waved goodbye and welcomed us back soon to visit them. Before we got back to our RV we had decided we’d go back the next day and see if this would be as much fun as our friends from years ago. Heck, I’d decided as soon as Gracie said she liked getting fucked by old men!
---. While leaving on the lane, an older couple met us as we started past their RV. They said they had to warn us about that nice young couple we’d visited. The old woman warned Dollie that girl will try to get your man. The old guy told her to hush. These people aren’t interested in wife swapping like that other couple. I told them thanks but you never know about people just by looking. Even naked like you and I, we can be hiding many secrets. That evening we fucked as we talked about tomorrows adventures with our new nudist friends.
----Somewhere around 9AM we were dressed in only shorts and tank tops and headed back to the nudist section of the campground. I was looking forward to having sex with that cute 40 something young gal and Dollie seemed happy that she may get some attention and fondled. That evening while having sex, at breakfast, and while walking I repeatedly asked Dollie if she might finally give in and get fucked or let us tie her up. She said anything is possible. But probably not. I made sure she knew anything was okay with me. Same conversations we’d had a million other times.
-----We passed thru to the nudist section, walked around a bend away from any possible view of the regular empty campground, then stripped down. We’d missed it before, but found and put our clothes in the small shed others told us about. Wouldn’t need them until we returned. No matter how many times we’d left our clothes in a hiding place while walking nude it made us feel helpless and felt strange.
---Again we were greeted by several nudists, most naked, some partially. Again the old couple who warned us about getting screwed also greeted us. Even naked, the skinny little old lady looked like your typical Sunday School teacher or someone you’d meet at the PTO. Not that horny old woman saying “let us know how it feels when those two fuck you this afternoon!” Dollie was in an ornery good mood. Ready to play. But she even shocked me. “How about we just visit you two and have an orgy? I’ll bet you’d love to have my husbands cock buried in your pussy.” The old gal mumbled and headed for their RV. The old man laughed and told Dollie she handled that well. “Well, would you like to go with us and fuck me and Gracie?” The old guy told Dollie he’d love to but his wife would kill him! Remember, even at nudist parks people are supposed to behave! Basic campground rules still rule!
Stay tuned for more of this story.

Membership RV park Part 2 Up North
 

Part 2
---Stopping to talk to a few others and stare at each other, we soon arrived at Gracie and Charlie’s RV. They were sitting on the small deck attached to it. Gracie was wearing a leather bustier type thing with her big boobs floating out the top like a Playboy Bunny. On her wrists and ankles those familiar black leather bracelet contraptions with a ring on each. Charlie wore a tiny black leather thong. Not anything you normally see at a campground, especially a nudist type campground. As they got up to greet us a few other nudists stared and waved. I’m sure most knew strange things happen in that RV.
-----We all complimented each other on lookin good. I made sure Gracie knew I loved her outfit, saying she looked even hotter than naked. Say what you want about nudity, the right clothing is sexy. Once inside we had drinks and snacks as we talked about past games and hopes for today’s adventures. Both asked if we were ready to swap and be tied up. I told them I was ready for anything except having sex with a man. Dollie still hasn’t made up her mind. Dollie said pretty much anything goes except sucking and fucking. Gracie told us we’d better get our clothes off so we can play. It took seconds for us to strip. By then Charlie was playing with Dollie’s boobs and Gracie was slowly stroking my hard rod.
---Charlie had this small stick with a tiny leather tassel thing on the end. A riding crop I think. He’d occasionally hit Dollie’s ass and tits with it. I guess it didn’t hurt because all Dollie would do is giggle. I soon found out. My cock was sticking straight out and Charlie hit it a few times and said I was not being gentlemanly in front of ladies. It stung but that’s all. He did this other times when I didn’t expect it. I soon enjoyed the swats because Gracie kissed my cock and said she was sorry.
---Someone asked “is this ladies first?” Dollie said she didn’t care and I said “yes, ladies first.” They laid Dollie on a sofa, spread her legs, and as Charlie surprised Dollie with a 6”-8” dildo up her pussy, Gracie began working on Dollie’s titties and nipples with a small fat vibrator and her fingers. Dollie was squirming and moaning. After maybe 10 minutes Charlie asked Dollie if she was ready for his cock. Dollie said no, never. Charlie kept working the dildo in and out of Dollie’s pussy and telling her his hard cock was full of semen. If you won’t let me unload it in your pussy how about your mouth or butt hole? Again Dollie said she hates to refuse but no thanks. Charlie said I guess I’ll have to shoot it in Gracie. But she wants Denny to do it first.
---Charlie had traded places with Gracie. Her ass was sticking upward as she bent over Dollie. Gracie was now working on Dollie’s pussy with the vibrator she had been using on Dollie’s tits. Even though it wasn’t very long it was so fat it was difficult to get it in. But once inside Dollie’s wet pussy she was raising her belly to meet Gracie’s jabs. At the same time Charlie was now fondling Dollie’s boobs and squeezing them together. Sometimes tickling her nipples with the tassel on his club. When Dollie squirmed he hit her titties with the crop and his hands.
This caused Dollie to jump which helped shove the fat vibrator deeper. Each thing they did to Dollie caused more yelling and squirming which kept everyone busy slapping and fondling her.

------As if talking to himself Charlie was telling Dollie’s tits that they needed a good fuck. He pulled his penis out the side of his leather thong. The next minute he was fucking her boobs and shot a stream that not only filled her cleavage but squirted on her neck and chin. Once upon a time Dollie loved semen even on her face. But for years has hated it. She screamed and I grabbed a towel, wet it, and wiped the jazz off everywhere except her boobs. I explained to Charlie and he rubbed the rest around on her tits awhile then removed it with the wet towel, saying he was sorry. Dollie actually took it pretty well.
----Charlie went back to fondling Dollie’s titties, mostly licking and sucking her cum covered nipples. I spotted the 6”-8” dildo laying on a counter. Gracie was now on her hands and knees still using the little fat vibrator on Dollie’s pussy. But Gracie was still wearing that bustier, even though her tits were now rolled all the way out. The bustier was a one piece thing with a narrow crotch, partially exposing Gracie’s pussy lips on each side. I started to slide it aside to stick the dildo in. Gracie reached back with one hand and pealed the narrow Velcro snap loose. I folded the rear flap up toward Gracie’s ass giving me a good view of her pussy and ass hole. Gracie’s pussy was spread wide open as she continued working the little fat vibrator in and out of Dollie.
---It was still ladies first so I was first to penetrate Gracie’s pussy with that plastic sex toy. Gracie shivered and moaned. In a few minutes she said it felt good but my penis would feel better. Say no more. I aimed my erect peter and rammed it fully into that hot wet pussy in a few short jabs. Gracie screamed then moaned, saying it was great. I grabbed Gracie’s big bare boobs hanging there and held on as I fucked her hard and fast. During this time Charlie had gotten up to watch and Dollie was soon standing there beside him. He asked me to move for just a minute. I was just going good and hated to stop! Again Charlie hit my penis a few times with that leather covered crop. Seems like he told it to be patient. It will get it’s turn in that pussy.
- ---With Dollie’s help, they hooked small chains to Gracie’s wrist bands and attached the other ends to something on each side of the sofa. This put Gracie’s head tight against the back side of the sofa. She was now laying with her tits and face crammed into the seat area. Charlie attached another chain to a small loop on Gracie’s bustier, at the waist. The other end was put thru a metal hook in the ceiling above. As he tightened it Gracie’s ass was raised and she was standing with her legs straight on her tip toes. We were thinking these games have been played with others before!
---Charlie began hitting Gracie on her butt cheeks with his little whip thing. He said things like “quiet slave, be silent while my male slave punishes you.” He hit her hard enough to cause red marks on her pretty tanned ass. Then swatted my cock gently again. Charlie then ordered me to fuck his slave until he is satisfied. I don’t want to hear any sounds from either of you. His whipping and my jamming my cock deep in her pussy only caused more screams and squirming from Gracie. Each time I buried my cock she yelled. With her face buried in the sofa cushion most of the time, there were only muffled moans. Still Charlie hit her again on one or the other butt cheek, sometimes hitting my hips at the same time.
---The long steady strokes in that hot pussy, and the encouragement from Dollie and Charlie, I did what I often did. I shot deep into that already juicy hole. Gracie let out a scream that old couple at the other end of the campground could have heard! Still she begged me to keep going and do it again. Yea right! I tried. Might have squirted another drop, or two even. Charlie said I did good. I lasted at least 30 minutes. As I climbed off her Charlie told Gracie not to move, whipping her ass again with the crop. He told her he was going to try for another 30 minutes. And I believe he made it that long or longer. As Charlie shot a big wad, letting it drain inside a few minutes, he asked me to try again. My cock was only partially hard. That was my excuse. But Dollie fixed that. She pumped on it a few minutes until it pointed upward. Charlie got off and I got on, not leaving that hot juicy pussy empty longer than a few seconds. As I hammered away I told them that Charlie has to give Gracie seconds too, if I did. Again, I shot a decent wad, climbed off and Charlie right back on. We were like a pit crew at the races. In and out in seconds. Charlie told Dollie that even though we were tired and totally drained we’d still love to do this to her. I’m not sure if either of us could have done it. Once again Dollie said no.
---After he unhooked Gracie, Charlie pushed Dollie over the end of the sofa and spanked her ass gently with his little whip. That’s when I noticed it was a multi-purpose tool. As Charlie removed his hand from the very end of the mostly black leather covered short whip, I noticed the very bottom part was smooth black plastic., looking much like a slightly curved 6” dildo! Rubbing what appeared to be Vaseline, which just happened to be nearby, on the very end, Charlie slipped it up Dollie’s pussy. He buried the 6” plastic section and asked her how much more she could handle. Dollie told him probably a few more inches. The first 6” section, smooth plastic, was about the diameter of a standard dildo, or banana. The remaining 12” or so just a rod similar to a golf club shaft.
---Charlie slowly slid another few inches in and stopped. Dollie reached back and placed her hand just a few inches farther, telling Charlie to try that. Probably 10” total now. Both Charlie and I had nearly 10". Her and I knew she could handle this. So, Charlie slowly and gently pushed until Dollie yelled stop. Her hand was now against her pussy. Dollie removed her hand and Charlie put his where hers was. He then masturbated Dollie several minutes with that section of the whip. She mostly just moaned and made grunting sounds---oh oh oh and panting sounds. Occasionally she’d scream when it hit bottom. Charlie removed his toy, gently rubbed Dollie’s pussy, possibly fingered it briefly and thanked her.
----We’d both fucked Gracie several times. Dollie had a vibrator, a couple of dildos, and some quick finger fucking all in her pussy. But Dollie never got fucked or butt fucked. As she started to get up I pushed her back down on the end of the sofa. We’re not done with you yet slave woman. You’re gonna get fucked. Dollie panicked. Maybe by you. But no one else. Yes dear. By me! She was watching as I slipped my hard cock in that already juicy Vaseline lubricated hot hole. It slipped fully in.
---Charlie and Gracie cheered me on, telling me to fill it full of love juices, or something like that. Since I’d already ejaculated in Gracie several times I was able to give Dollie a nice long fuck before I shot another wad. Our new friends were good at this bondage and torture thing. As Charlie held Dollie down and fondled her boobs, Gracie occasionally gently hit her on the ass with that small whip. I was so busy and having such a good time I didn’t even think about that part of the game until we were sitting around talking about our day’s adventures.
---Time stood still. But we later decided that I must have fucked Dollie at least 30 minutes before pumping her full of another big wad. It amazed me that I had that much left in me. As I let it soak in her awhile Charlie and Gracie sat on the porch deck to relax. I wiped the remaining cum from my penis and we joined them. Gracie leaned down and briefly sucked a few beads of semen from my cock and giggled.
----We all missed lunch. We were fucking and carrying on all afternoon. Suddenly everyone was thirsty and hungry. Gracie and Dollie went inside to get something to munch on and drink as we thanked each other and talked about our wild time together. We probably asked too many questions about how often they do these things, how many other partners they’ve had, and what other secret toys, chains, ropes, and hooks they have. They took us out behind their RV to show us recliner chairs, a table with straps, and some overhead hooks to keep slaves from getting away.
---Seems like we all went to the shower house and freshened up then took a walk. We ended up near the exit gate where the wooden fence was and would pass by old Ira and Irene‘s RV. Of course, Charlie and Gracie knew the old couple and said they are fun people. Of course being long time members of the nudist park everyone in this area knew each other. Charlie told us that sometimes Granny and Pappy love to hear their latest sex adventures. As we walked by, for orneriness I suggested we all stop at the old couple’s trailer to tease them.
---As we stood there on their deck telling the highlights of our afternoon the old gal invited us in for refreshments. You kids need energy to fuck again. She said, “We didn’t act like that when we were young. Granny grabbed both our cocks and squeezed them, saying “those big hard things sure bring back many happy memories. Now look at Pappy, can’t even get it up!”
----We were lovin this old couple now. Pappy said “all right ole woman, bend over and see how much you can handle now.” She told him to hush up. But soon bent over the table, her skinny wrinkled ass and her widespread pussy seemed ready. For a skinny old gal somewhere near 80, Granny was cute. But I wasn’t about to fuck that old woman. Dollie was teasing me about how I often said I wanted a 100 year old woman someday. Granny said “I sure ain’t near that old but this might be the only old stuff you ever get.” She poked her finger in and out of her pussy saying “look here boys it ain’t dead yet.”
---Charlie had a valid excuse. They were members here . But I’m a stranger. “Go for it Denny.” I said “if this kills her don’t blame me.” Both Granny and Pappy said “what a way to go! Do it for both of us.” Okay, I fucked the old gal. But looking back, she wasn’t much older than we are now! And a lot of guys still want to fuck Dollie.
----After leaving Granny and Pappy’s trailer we again thanked our friends Gracie and Charlie and each headed to our own campers. We spent several days playing with our new friends in their RV and ours. We even tied Gracie up with chains, ropes, and straps a few times. A first for me, they all tied me up while Dollie and Gracie fucked and sucked me.
---The old couple stopped at Charlie’s RV one afternoon and said they wanted to watch us play. Granny was disappointed when she found out Dollie wouldn’t let another man fuck her. She said watch this young lady. Granny laid on the sofa, spread her legs and told me to fuck her . The time before it was dog fashioned. Now, staring at those skinny water balloon wrinkled boobs and wrinkled body almost turned me off. But like I wrote she wasn’t bad lookin for her age. I got the job done. Granny took everything I rammed into her and hardly whimpered when I filled her pussy full of jazz.
---We told her a woman is supposed to scream and squirm if it feels good. Granny said she was brought up to lay still and keep quiet because they were usually in a small house full of kids and old people. Plus sex wasn’t supposed to be fun. Granny and Pappy reminded us things were much different when they were young. Oral sex and premarital sex was unheard of. Granny asked to try that oral sex thing. Granny took her teeth out and did a mean blow job. Even Charlie had to try that. Then they admitted they hadn’t had sex for years and never done anything like this with others until this weekend with us. Later Charlie and Gracie said that was true ever since they've know the old couple.

Just stuff to ponder.
 

Just stuff to ponder.
---There wasn’t really a lot of bondage during our two weeks at the resort. No torture but a lot of kinky sex. Looking back, we made a couple of old people happy and a couple of people who are old now have memories to relive the good ole days. It still amazes me as I read our own stories that many played even though Dollie would never follow through and go all the way.
---We’d met a couple who enjoyed flashing and teasing others. Although our reasons were just to have Dollie’s boobs stared at and fondled. Theirs to have Gracie’s pussy serviced. As a bonus she also got her boobies fondled and Charlie occasionally got some pussy. People are different and different things turn them on. Notice there was no anal sex with these new friends. I don’t even remember it being mentioned. That’s another thing Dollie won’t allow. But I’m sure had Charlie or Gracie mentioned it we’d given Gracie all she wanted. Personally I’d rather be fucking a hot juicy pussy any day. While Dollie has never had intercourse with another, she’s had what she calls a good sex life. I’ve gotten her to do way more than either has expected. I’ve gotten way more than my share of strange pussy and a lifetime of tits of all shapes and sizes.
------What ever happened to Gracie and Charlie? Many of those membership campgrounds went bankrupt or were sold to other membership companies repeatedly. Also a lot of shady deals and phony agreements caused the original campground members to have to pack up and get out. This is what happened to the old nudist park members a few years later. They had to buy into the new system or leave. Then eventually most resorts went belly up, as did the company we belonged to. The system was good while it lasted. But most of us lost thousands of dollars after the parks changed ownership several times.
---As for Gracie and Charlie, we spent another week or so back at the resort the next summer experiencing their kinky bondage and swapping. They were the perfect couple for us because it was Gracie who teased with her big tits to attract old men for sex. Lucky for me, she also liked young men and guys her age, like me. Finding couples was just a bonus for Charlie. So Dollie, as his non-fucking play toy, worked out well.
---I’ll add another adventure later about Gracie and Charlie. We talked about it and decided this might be interesting.

----Ira and Irene (Granny and Pappy) had already moved out by the next summer and their RV was gone. This had to be difficult for them. It had always been their home. The membership park was forcing the members of the original nudist camp to either join their new membership system or leave. Also, the nudist section was being closed down. There would be no more extended or permanent RV’s allowed anywhere. Same as other parks in the system members were only allowed two weeks camping a few times each year .

I wasn’t going to write more about Granny and Pappy. But the more I thought about it the more I decided it could be another separate topic. Look for NOTES FROM THE OLD MAN to follow. It does not involve bondage.

Again thanks for reading our boring true life adventures. Life has really been a journey. Glad you could join us.

WAY UP NORTH AGAIN---Several short stories
 

YEAR TWO, VACATION AT THE NUDIST LOOP .
---The following year we made sure we went north on vacation again to play with Gracie and Charlie, literally. As I remember, Gracie and I did most of the actual writing. I was always the letter writer in our family and got good at those kinky letters to Pen Pals and Tit Partners over the years. We’d stayed in contact by writing often. I would have been 46 and Dollie 44. As I look back those were some of our wildest active sex years. Old enough to know better. Young enough to enjoy it.
---With lots of begging and coaxing we were able to leave the kids back home again. Dollie knew that without kids she was gonna live some of my fantasy games wherever we went. She’d read the letters from Gracie and from Ruth Ann and others. Dollie knew their plans and could always say “let’s go to the Zoo or somewhere else.” Her begging for babysitters was mostly the reason we got to go alone. So this proved she was ready to play.
---Dollie also begged me to visit those kinky people. And for those of you who think I’m a conniving dirty ole man think about this. I’m sure I could have talked Dollie into fucking Charlie, George, Ken, and others, or we‘d stay home. Or I could have bribed her into at least fucking some of them. After all I was known to use bribery and trickery at times.
----Some letters Gracie and Charlie often wrote about were their threesome’s with a couple of different men their age. As it got closer to our July company shut down for vacation Gracie teased Dollie more about Carlie, one of their partners. Carlie would visit mostly at their home, but occasionally at their campsite. Gracie would write Dollie that Carlie was going to fuck Dollie every day we were there for hours at a time while Charlie fucked her tits.
--Of course Dollie would have no part of this. When vacation got closer Charlie or Gracie wrote detailed letters how Carlie and Charlie were going to eat Dollie’s pussy, chew on her tits, and masturbate her while I fuck Gracie. Hesitating Dollie told me to tell them this part sounded like fun. But always had me add to all letters there would be no intercourse by anyone but me!
--A return letter, supposedly written by friend Carlie asked Dollie about the time Charlie fucked her tits. He wanted to know if him and Charlie could do that? Altho Dollie wasn’t thrilled about it, I answered YES, she would love getting tit fucked by them. About then I believe it wouldn't have taken much more to get Dollie to just give in and get fucked. Once she did it she would have continued the rest of her life. As much as I wanted to see her get fucked I also didn't want to force her.
---- Reluctantly, Dollie was ready to meet yet another new friend at the nudist RV park. At times like these she didn’t exactly say yes. But didn’t say NO either! I always took those as YES! Of course, we planned on visiting with the old couple Ira and Irene too. Dollie became quit attached to them. I think it was because she felt safe that old Ira couldn’t get a hard-on! Using a double threat Dollie kept telling me I was going to have to fuck Granny Irene again.

Way up North once Again.
------We arrived at the Michigan RV park complex, mid July and hot out. Most likely a late Friday afternoon after driving from central Illinois. I was working third shift trucking. Thursday was my last nite of the week. I would have slept till early Friday morning. I write this because we remember less than a dozen modern RV’s there with members in the nudist area. Since many old nudist loop members had either abandoned their RV’s or pulled them out and left, there was plenty of room for us with electrical hookups. The main RV park seemed to have many RV’s in it now. People worked thru the week and RV parks were often nearly empty then.
---We went directly to the nudist loop to camp with friends expecting us. Charlie and Gracie hadn’t told us that old Ira and Irene (Granny and Pappy) had already moved out. That was a shock to us and we felt depressed. But we soon forgot our depression as Gracie, Charlie, and one of their sex partner couples greeted us. This couple was probably also our ages and camped nearby.
---We were soon told about the membership group closing down the nudist section and canceling memberships for those who hadn’t joined the new resort system, just as we had discussed with our friends last summer. This was the end of an era. Sure glad we were there till the end, even though we were not really members of this nudist group.
----We were also soon to discover some nudists were ignoring the past rules. Many were openly fondling each other and friends who had come in to celebrate the end of a way of life. We would later see sex acts performed on the playground and on a few RV decks in broad daylight. It switched from a nudist park to a sex playground. Far from normal for a nudist resort. The real nudists had already left. If only Dollie was more willing. Still, she was no prude. I got all the pussy I could handle and she got fingered and fondled by a few.
---Most ages now probably 30’s to 40’s. Us being 46 and 44, we thought we were the oldest. There were other apparently abandoned older RV’s, the type that looked like they’d been there for years. A few days later we discovered that there were two old men, 75-80 years old maybe, one in each of two of those very old RV’s. We were surprised and shocked to find out they were Irene’s brother-in-laws. Her sisters had died years ago and the two men rarely came out to the RV park. They were only there because it would soon be closed.

----I don’t know just what story to tell first. About friends Gracie and Charlie and the couple they often swapped with. Or about Ira and Irene’s in-laws. I guess the story about the two old men is shorter and more believable.

A PAIR OF TITS AND TWO OLD MEN.
-----Ira and Irene had told her brother-in-laws a little about us. Mostly that Ira enjoyed fondling Dollie’s titties and we became friends last year. That’s pretty much all the two old guys told us anyway. Standing there together, staring at Dollie’s tits, they asked if they could feel them. Dollie told them she didn’t care if they felt her boobs. I’m not even sure where we were in the campground at that time. Maybe near their old RV’s near the lake. Must have been reasonably secluded. Both old guys grabbed a tit and began gently rubbing and squeezing. Again, they had very large callused farmer hands. One hand covered one tit!
---I believe Ira had told those old guys more. In a short time Dollie was making her moaning sounds and squirming around. One of the old guys asked her if she was cumming. What else could she say? Yes! Together they began teasing her about having climaxes and worked on Dollie’s nipples and titties even more. They said from what they remember, pinching and sucking nipples used to make their wives have lots of orgasms. Can we try it ? I have no idea what Dollie said or if she even answered. There they were, standing outside, two 80 year old guys sucking and fondling Dollie’s boobs! She was lovin it!
----We spent most of two weeks camped there. The old men said they hadn’t touched a woman in years. Someone said we’re all goin out in a blaze of glory as this place closes. In fact Gracie and her friend Mary let the old guys play with their tits too. Seems like Mary asked them a few times if they wanted to fuck her. Like Ira, both had a limp stub that remained limp. The two old guys asked to play with Dollie‘s tits now and then, even while Gracie, Charlie, and several others watched. She loved the attention and makin those old men happy seemed to be fun for her. At this time of my life I understand the part about titties making old men happy!

GRACIE, CHARLIE, MARY, AND MARTIE.
 

GRACIE, CHARLIE, MARY, AND MARTIE.
---Back to our arrival at the small nudist RV park…… I’d backed into a parking site not far from friends Gracie and Charlie. They were there to greet us immediately, along with their swapping friends. Hugs, kisses, and some fondling, as we were introduced to these new friends. As if we’d known them for years, Mary was soon gently stroking my cock and Martie was feeling Dollie’s titties and crotch. This was right where other nearby nudist campers could see!
---During this short time, other members we didn’t even know were leveling the RV, unhooking my truck, and had us set up ready to move in. We both expected to meet Carlie their male partner. When we both asked about him, we were told to be patient and first we’d get to know this couple. We thanked the others for all the help and were soon sitting on Charlie’s RV deck drinking something and talking sex games and bondage.
--- In no time, everyone was asking if Dollie was finally ready to swap for sex and was ready to get tied up and spanked. About the only part she agreed with was gentle spanking. Most said in their own words that they’d figure something to do with this new slave girl. We more or less swapped partners, tied each other up, and fucked, I’ll skip those details. Of course, the closest Dollie got to bondage was being held down and finger fucked as the rest of us had intercourse. No one seemed to mind.
----The weekend was over and most people hooked up to their RV’s and left. Gracie and Charlie were semi permanent residents and left their RV while going back to work. They returned now and then because we were camped there. This left Irene’s two brother-in-laws, Mary and Martie, and very few other campers in the nudist area with us.
--- Even old Ira and Irene only actually lived there before from spring until fall. It’s too cold in Michigan for year around camping. Those old RV’s, some there maybe 40-50 years, looked more like small cabins with wood siding, porches with roofs over them and the RV, and storage sheds. Those now were mostly abandoned and falling down. They were soon to be removed since there would no longer be any long term camping.
--Altho we’d had a great time over that first weekend, we were feeling disappointed now being with strangers. That would end soon. Mary and Martie had taken the next week off to stay in their RV next to us. They turned out to be as much fun and sex crazy as Gracie and Charlie. During the week Dollie even helped us tie Mary up in wild positions so Martie and I could have sex with her.
---We walked around in the large main campground with Mary and Martie, took short drives with them, swam in the pool, and visited campers. We wouldn’t really be all alone in the nudist park. Also the two old men kept Dollie entertained at different times. Of course many evenings after work, Charlie and Gracie stopped in from town.

CARLIE CAME.
 

CARLIE CAME.
---Sometime around midweek, Charlie and Gracie brought their male sex partner Carlie out to visit us. Carlie still had hopes he’d get to fuck Dollie. Deep down so did I. After a brief introduction he was naked and all over her tits. Him and Charlie had Dollie hot in no time and wanted to tie her to a chaise lounge on Charlie’s front deck and have intercourse with her. After Dollie resisted and yelled I told them she wasn’t going to let anyone fuck her.
---They demonstrated by using 18” rubber tarp straps to hook Gracie’s wrists and ankles spread wide to another padded chaise lounge. They just left Gracie that way and went back to fondling and fingering Dollie. Gracie begged me to fuck her since the other two guys were preoccupied. Soon Gracie and I were fucking on the other chaise lounge. Charlie may have been the first to suggest Carlie tit fuck Dollie instead. When I looked over Carlie was slipping his hard cock up and down between Dollie’s tits while Charlie was squeezing them together. Charlie was at the top end of the lounge chair on his knees with his prick on Dollie’s forehead. The way Carlie was sitting on Dollie her arms were trapped between his knees and she couldn’t move.
---Apparently she was enjoying this because she was soon panting and moaning. It was hard to watch and fuck but it seems like they tit fucked her at least 10 minutes or more before Carlie shot a big wad between Dollie’s tits. Charlie warned Carlie to keep the cum between her boobs and not in her face. He did good! Together they worked that gooey mess around on Dollie’s tits. Seems like about then both me and Gracie made our own messes. I was laying there letting my cock soak in Gracie and fondling her tits when Charlie and Carlie swapped places. Now Charlie was tit fucking Dollie and soon adding his own semen to the mess.
---I’m thinking this was the time when Dollie was beginning to hate jazz all over her. But she was grinning and groaning all the while. As I watched I also thought this was when Dollie was gonna get fucked! I was really hoping it would happen. Truthfully I don't think it would have taken us all too much more begging and bribing. Still I'm happy it never happened. It's a touchy situation and one wrong move and we could be divorced now.
--- I got off Gracie and I believe it was Carlie who got on her. Either way, we all three fucked her as she lay there tarp strapped to the chaise lounge on the front porch. While Gracie was getting fucked I also tit fucked Dollie. But added very little to the semen mess. All happening in full view of a few other nudists passing by. Still with a wooden latice and rail plus several shrubs they couldn’t actually see much. But it was obvious they knew because we got cheers, whistles, and applause. Charlie had mentioned that it was too bad Mary and Martie weren’t there to join in. They’d also gone home for a few days.
----But after Charlie and Gracie went back home to work, Mary and Martie came back later. So Carlie and I got to fuck Mary too. Carlie practiced a lot of masturbation and tit fucks with Dollie and Mary. Oh yes, Carlie’s prick was probably around 8” and hard most of the time, like most of us at that age. Well all but the two old guys. As many times as they fondled Dollie’s tits they never had more than a few limp inches. Dollie and Mary even played with those old guys a few times briefly. At no time did the two old guys touch or ask to touch the gal’s pussys!
--- During that evening these games happened several more times. I don’t remember anyone there asking Dollie to fuck again. Carlie stayed over a few nights after. Sadly more RV nudists seemed to leave daily. Most would never return. It gets confusing but this is how we remember it from our old letters and notes.

CARLIE’S FRIEND HARLEY
 

CARLIE’S FRIEND.
---Toward the end of the first week Gracie, Charlie, and Carlie kept saying they wanted to bring Charlie and Gracie’s other male playmate out to visit Dollie. We kept saying no, worried about too many guys at a time. They assured us Harley was a gentleman and as friendly as Carlie. They also assured us Harley only wanted to play with Dollie’s tits and fuck them. Still we said no! But I could picture in my perverted mind her being tit fucked by five of us in one afternoon, counting Martie. What a mess we could make!
-----Charlie and Gracie had not returned to stay in their RV yet so it had to be Thursday or Friday afternoon. Charlie had said they’d be out after work that evening with Harley. A warm quiet afternoon. Seems like we were just relaxing with Martie and Mary having drinks and talking about the games we’d played with everyone there. Nothing unusual except we were all nude. I believe we heard it way before we saw it. A black Harley chopper with a bearded guy wearing a black leather jacket. Hotter than hell out, us naked, sweating, and here comes a crazy biker dressed for winter!
---“Hi, I’m Harley.” I couldn’t wait any longer. I had to meet this blonde girl Dollie and fuck her tits. Sitting right beside her is this cute lookin brunette with tits as large, Mary. But Harley walked up and hugged Dollie, grabbing a tit as he said hi to the rest of us! Neither of us remember him asking. He stripped down, shoved Dollie back on the chaise lounge, and started tit fucking her with his large cock . Harley didn’t last long. He pumped his load between Dollie’s tits and kept on fucking. Maybe five minutes later he shot another wad. He climbed off, shook my hand, and we sat around talking about sex games.
----Maybe 30 minutes later he called Mary by name and asked her if she was ready to get fucked. Another 30 minutes and he climbed off Mary. Martie was tit fucking Dollie during this time. So I tit fucked Mary, shot a wad, then fucked her. Harley asked Dollie if she was ready for a biker’s fuck. Of course she said no and apparently he already knew the answer. He shoved her back in the chair and tit fucked her again. I believe this was done over several hours of fondling and fucking.

FIVE MEN, THREE WOMEN, ONLY TWO PUSSYS.
 

FIVE MEN, THREE WOMEN, ONLY TWO PUSSYS.
--- That’s me, Denny. Plus Charlie, Martie, Carlie, and Harley. Add Dollie, Gracie, and Mary.
---Keep in mind two of the girls love to get fucked. One doesn’t. That’s five guys and only two willing pussys. Yet all three sets of nice titties like fondled and fucked, and all three pussys love being masturbated. Amazingly it worked out well. When Gracie and Mary were getting fucked, Dollie was getting tit fucked or masturbated. When Gracie and Mary were getting tit fucked or masturbated so was Dollie.
----Each of us five guys made sure we fucked Mary and Gracie. Each of us five guys tit fucked all three women and finger-fucked them. We spent the better part of the second weekend keeping busy servicing those gals, Plus several times thru the last week. Several days Irene’s brother-in-laws watched all of this and fondled those six gooey jazz covered titties. Remember, like old Ira and Irene, they were not used to acting like this. We weren't either!
----Keep in mind these are not things that happen in a normal nudist park. Most of the real nudists had left by this time. Those that were left were into swapping and group sex. Some were taking advantage of the last few days together to do some of the things they only dreamed about while staring at each other naked before. Others were experienced with orgies, bondage, and kinky sex. We seemed to be stuck in the middle. Thankfully everyone respected and understood our feelings. Even big old wild Harley.
----The end was near. We still had another week and a Saturday before leaving the third Sunday. By this Saturday most were already packed up and gone for good. Dollie and I, the two horny couples, and Gracie’s two male playmates remained. Oh yes, the two old guys said they were gonna be the last to leave. I’m not sure but seems like there were two more RV’s with two couples in their 30’s remaining too. But I only remember the one young guy coming up to Charlie’s porch to join us for the grand finale‘.

WAY UP NORTH-----------GRANDE FINALE’
 

----GRANDE FINALE’--Not really, there's still more on this topic.
-------It was agreed we’d all meet at Charlie’s covered patio the last Saturday afternoon and whatever happened happened. Everyone also agreed intercourse and bondage wouldn’t happen to Dollie. Yes, we often worried that we’d be overpowered and she’d get fucked. But that never happened! Oh yes, I was still hoping she'd give in during the heat of the passion.
----Again five guys, three women, two 80 year old men, plus two couples 30 something that none of us knew anything about. They’d been sort of loners, yet they would wave and say hello. Seemed to be beginner nudists, not even knowing each other. Sort of like us, caught in the middle. But unlike us, not willing to play.
-----By the time Dollie and I arrived at Charlie’s porch Mary and Gracie were already sprawled out, limbs tied to two chaise lounge chairs with leather bands and laces. There was a box filled with vibrators, dildos, tarp straps, and other gadgets. Several more lounge chairs were lined up across the porch, which they had gotten from abandoned RV’s. With the lattis wood on the rail along the porch, plus bushes and shrubs, much of the view from the nearby lane was partially blocked.
----Mary and Gracie had toys in their butt holes and pussys. We were informed they were just getting started and were waiting for us. As they talked Dollie into letting them loosely tie her to another chaise lounge Harley and Carlie arrived. They’d spent the night in one of the abandoned old RV’s. Doing their part they each grabbed a vibrator or dildo and crammed one in each of Dollie’s holes. Her pussy was waiting. Her ass hole needed a bit of lubrication from something in the toy box. I believe Dollie consented because she easily could have gotten loose.
---Charlie said he wanted to explain the rules for today’s activities. There would be no intercourse today. Those toys would remain in place all day to make sure of this. If anyone thought the women needed any extra stimulation we were free to fuck them with those toys. The only other fucking would be tit fucking. The main game today is for all five of us guys to keep squirting semen on the women from their crotch to their tits. No higher. The two old guys and us five are free to massage the jazz on the women’s tits, belly’s, and pubic area any time. Dollie already felt relieved.
--There was some complaining, mostly by the two single guys about wanting to fuck and a few shooting above the girl's tits. Us married guys got to tit fuck the three women first. As we finished and got up both Carlie and Harley jumped between some tits, fucked them, and ejaculated. Seems like they both tit fucked all three gals. This left the women covered with fresh gooey semen.
---Charlie had us men follow him to a picnic table to drink beer or soda as the three women laid there, for what seemed like an hour, b*tching and moaning. When finished we all went back, sort of circle jerked, and shot a fresh wad all over the gals. One time, several hours later, a tractor and a couple of maintenance guys rode by and waved. Charlie and the boys waved and called them over but they kept on going past to tear down some of the old RV's.
----Again we left. But went even farther away to Martie’s RV to drink and laugh about the mess we were making. The two old men stayed to keep the girls company and fondle their semen covered tits. Harley and Carlie were still begging to fuck Mary and Gracie, as we sat drinking. Not so much to fuck Dollie anymore. Maybe another 30 minutes or longer, we went back to Charlie’s porch to find one of the young nudists there staring and talking to the women. He’d offered to untie them. The old guys warned him not to touch the gals. Like good slaves they also told him no, even though they were yelling for us to untie them as we got back.
---Charlie and Martie told them all to “shut up slave women” we’ve only started cumming on you. Some of the guys asked the younger camper to join us. After all, he was naked and had an erection. He seemed shy and refused. But as the five of us squirted another load he also shot a pretty good stream, first squirting on one of the other women, then Dollie.
----I can’t remember how often, but the women were untied and allowed to run around the RV to pee in the bushes a few times. Also they were allowed to sit up and have drinks. By now three hours or more had passed. All three were covered with dry semen and complaining they needed a shower.
---Charlie tricked them. Together we headed toward the lake but the guys made them walk all the way around it rather than swim. It was a small lake. More of a pond than anything. Still a pretty good walk around it, partially through a grassy meadow and woods.
-----As we got back around near the small bathing beach, several guys grabbed the girls by the arms and started to lead them back to Charlie’s porch. They were all complaining about needing to go in the water or the showerhouse to clean up. But the guys ignored their screams and their begging.
---They were tied down and the ejaculation by all six of us resumed. The age 30 something boy was getting pretty good at shooting his wad on the women’s boobs and massaging it in. Us guys worked hard. We needed another drink. By now the women were pretty well covered with dry and wet semen from almost head to foot. It was very hot and they were tired from laying there spread eagle.
----As us guys sat far enough away so the girls couldn’t hear, Charlie told us his next plan. We make the women put on bikinis and we also get on swimsuits. We take them for a nice long walk over to the main crowded camping section among the regular campers. No one but us will know the women are covered with dried jazz.
---Remember, the women had no idea where we were headed. Oh yes, they were allowed to remove the vibrators and dildos from themselves. The two old guys said their goodbyes and went to their own RVs. The young nudist stopped and talked his pretty young wife into going along with us. As far as I know she didn’t have a clue what we’d all been up to. While he was in his RV we warned the women to keep quiet and told them that if they don’t co-operate like good little slaves we are gonna take them back, tie them up, and squirt six more pricks full of jazz all over them. The women were silent.
---I doubt if anyone we talked to had any idea those women were soaked in semen. After an hour or so visiting and walking down the RV loops we went to the pool and all relaxed. The gals were soon smiling and hugging us all.
-----Back at the nudist loop, it was getting toward evening. Charlie and Martie had one last surprise. Harley and Carlie got to fuck their wives and I fucked Dollie. It was final hugs and thanks. The last wild day came to an end. I'm sure that I was secretly hoping Dollie'd get fucked by all of those men too! We couldn't have stopped them and after what we'd done no one would feel sorry for us.
----I put up the leveling jacks, the awning, hooked up the truck to the RV, and rolled up the water hose. All I had to do in the morning was pull the electric plug and we’d be headed for home. Can’t remember if anyone was up to say goodbye. Probably so. We’d expected to see Ira and Irene at the campground but they never showed up. We also expected to meet the others someday in the future. But, like our friends in southern Illinois, we wrote for a few more years and lost contact.
---Now it’s all like a dream. Forgotten until Dollie began cleaning out our real closet, finding the grey metal lock box filled with notes, rough drafts of letters, copies of mailed letters, and unopened returned letters. Way before home computers my friends and our new Pen Pals wanted to hear our stories. So I’ve been hand printing these since the early 60’s on a yellow notepad with pen, often while sitting in the yard sunbathing, first in Illinois, then in Florida.
---Dollie had found a lot of these rough copies and was ready to throw them out when I decided to start what was later to be called CLOSET CLEANING. It began on another old bike site, then others, as each faded and died out. But the early stories were not so explicit and maybe not X-rated. By making the CLOSET CLEANING group private I could tell it like it was. Recently, in another metal box, she found the latest, long forgotten stories. With this information, and memories returning, I wrote even more stories.
----I added those notes above because some stories don’t sound true even to us. The earliest stories were written shortly after happening. Then I went back after finding our notes and changed a lot of details in those first bike site Forum notes and in an adult magazine Forum I used to write in. Remember Penthouse Forums and Hustler Forums?
---All of this could have remained in our imaginary closet where no one would know. Maybe we should have kept it secret but why not share and hope you enjoy and maybe learn a few things from our mistakes. Or just laugh at us old farts who don't have a clue how to really enjoy sex.

NOTES FROM THE OLD MAN
 

NOTES FROM THE OLD MAN

The following stories go beyond what I used to write. They are very detailed and XXX rated.

---This story continues where I left off in lower Michigan at the membership campground with the small nudist park deep in the woods. It is mostly about Granny and Pappy, the old couple in the BONDAGE story. We led a simple yet sometimes kinky life but learned many things along the way. This is a mixture of things we learned about camping, old people and the simple life.
---This also may be noteworthy. We discovered that the membership campgrounds were competing. Each was buying as many private RV parks as possible then remodeling or totally rebuilding them. Members of the old RV parks were upset, many lost money from their memberships in those, and few joined the new system. Members already in the park system, like us, wouldn‘t camp there until the remodeling was finished. We soon learned few if any people camped during these changes. We had our own mini golf clubs and balls. We‘d rather swim in a pool with no one than a crowded pool. No dress codes. And we enjoyed the privacy of an empty campground.
---This was one of those newly bought RV parks in the member system we belonged to. Can‘t remember how many other campers there during the middle of the two weeks we were there so we mostly wandered around the remote areas like we did other places. Most likely there were a few RV’s there on the weekends.
----This was the only time we wandered upon a nudist resort within the regular resort system.. With the discovery of the nudist park and our new friends we only occasionally used the pool in the main park and spent almost all our waking moments playing in the nudist area. -------------Cum along for more strange nude adventures


---Granny and Pappy had names. We’ll call them Irene and Ira. The short time we knew them we learned to love them and enjoy their company, along with Gracie and Charlie at the nudist park. Ira and Irene’s RV was the first people came to as they entered the small nudist RV loop. We soon found out why. Let me try to begin at the beginning, then tell more about our later adventures involving Ira’s little letters.
----It all began as we were leaving a fun afternoon with Gracie and Charlie, having sex, and being normal nudists at their campsite. As usually happened, Ira and Irene saw us walking toward the exit, and walked down to the lane to talk briefly. Always to ask us to return another day. On this afternoon Ira handed me a note which I read out loud to Dollie as we walked back to our RV in the regular membership area. It first thanked us for my having sex with ole Granny two different times a few days before. It was very interesting in explaining just how and why the little nudist park came into existence. Not a lot here at first to do with us or sex. But we found it interesting and hope you do to.
----Here’s Ira and Irene’s story. Some was written in notes from Ira. Other times what they told us as we sipped tea and sat on their RV deck. It all began in the late 40’s. Where the modern membership RV park now sits was a large farm. I know the name of the farm and the farmer. But will call it the SMITH FARM. Farmer Smith had three beautiful young daughters who liked to do their chores nude. No matter how much Mr. and Mr. Smith yelled and punished the girls they always found the youngsters gathering eggs, milking cows, and doing other chores naked. Of course this attracted the young neighborhood farm boys and distracted them from their duties when Mr. Smith hired them to work on the farm.


Fast forward a little. Soon the three daughters were married to three young farm hands who were also doing their chores naked. Mr. Smith added a few bedrooms for the daughters and their husbands. Yet Mrs. Smith complained about all of the young folk in her house nude. Mr. Smith bought three large RV trailers and had them parked way out in the back 40, in the woods. A perfect place because the kids spent a lot of spare time skinny dippin in the small clear blue lake. When the three couples spent more and more time in their trailers farmer Smith and the boys ran electrical power lines from the main house to the campground. Eventually all three were living there full time, except for the coldest winter months.
----Young friends spent many weekends partying and getting naked in the secluded wooded area. They begged farmer Smith to let them bring in a few more smaller RV’s for others to spend nights and weekends in the summers. At first all of the RV’s were located around the small lake. Farmer Smith agreed to let others move in but said he would have to charge for the electricity and a small rental fee. This is how the nudist RV park developed.
----Fast forward to the 70’s. Mr. and Mrs. Smith had passed away. The kids were offered a good price for the main farm from a large RV corporation. They would be allowed an access road to the nudist area in the woods. As It became more popular one of the daughters and her husband moved their RV nearer the entrance lane so they could keep an eye on people coming and going, and collect the daily entrance fee they now had for visitors.
----Again, in the 80’s, the now large RV park and smaller nudist park was sold to a membership park system. That’s where we came in. By the way, that farmer’s daughter and young farm hand living in the RV near the old nudist park entrance was Ira and Irene. Now we understood why they greeted people entering and knew everyone camped there. Sadly greed and liars now control our world. The nudist section, all the RV’s, and original members are gone. Old Ira and Irene no longer live on the old family farm.
Stay tuned for Ira’s notes, some fun, and sex.

Notes From the old man, let’s read them.
 

Notes From the old man, let’s read them.

---As I often do I start a story and get derailed. This was supposed to be a continuation of what happened while camped in the membership park and finding a small nudist park within it. As far as being a bondage story, it barely fits in. Yet it continues the stories above.
------This is about Granny and Pappy, two of the oldest nudists we’d met until our retirement years. I was probably 45, Dollie 43, and new friends Gracie and Charlie also near our ages. Granny Irene, was most likely in her early 80’s, as was Pappy Ira. At that time anyone over 55 was ancient and boring.
-----It was way back then when we found out old people can be kinky and wild, just like young people. As a plus, many old people don’t really give a damned what us young people think. They live for today because tomorrow they may not be here. We also found out you can’t judge how sex crazy people are by their looks or their ages. Let’s read the notes Ira gave us.
---- I’m going to warn you right now, it’s been 30+ years since this happened and I’m only guessing what was written, said, and done.

Dear Denny and Dolly
Our names are really Ira an Irene. We were born and raised here. Actually Irene is the daugter of the farmer who bilt this campground. But we’ll talk about this later. I want to thank you both for making love to my lovele wife Irene. She has always been a one man woman. Sadly I have not been able to service her for over foure years because of age and health. What she did shoocked us both but we do not regrete it.
----But somethin else is on my mind. We know that the couple down the lane trades partners for sex. I hope you understan what I have to say. Like Irene, I am a one woman man. I have never had sex with anothur woman. This was probbly Irene’s only time in life to have sex agin and the onny time with another man. I cain’t thank you both enough.
---But I keep avoidin what I want to aske. I feel you should let me have sex with your lovele wife Dolly. It only seems fair. But we all now thet is not posible even if you agree. To touch and feel her larg beutifull breests wood be as close to heven and sex as I will ever be. When you return to visit plese let Irene and me now.
Ira XYZ
--I read this to Dollie several times as we walked back to our RV. Dollie commented how much those old people were like us. We both mentioned we had no idea old people are so horny. In our golden years we really see this is true. Of course Dollie would be thrilled to let old Ira fondle her breasts. I even think it was Dollie who said Pappy can play with my pussy too. That would almost be fucking me. Maybe that will make his penis hard and he can have sex with Irene. I replied with “or you.” Dollie said “remember how I was going to let your virgin friend at work fuck me? Maybe I will let Pappy try. Something I never expected to hear again! I told Dollie that “as much as Irene loved getting screwed by me old Ira would love getting his last fuck from you.” We actually thought they were pushing 100!
---Dollie agreed that I should write a return note and tell Ira he could fuck her and fondle her boobs. No one else would know and those poor people may not be alive much longer. We both decided that even if Ira couldn’t get an erection Dollie would let him rub his cock up and down her spread pussy and maybe let him stuff it inside her. I’m thinking Dollie was pretty sure old Ira couldn’t get it up! Ira’s cock was always a shriveled 3” stub.
---Following is the note I handed Ira and Irene the next morning. I told Dollie while nearing their RV, once I hand this note to them there is no turning back. Dollie said she understood. To cover my butt I often let her ask people to play certain games. I handed the note to Dollie as we rounded the little curve toward Granny and Pappy’s RV.
MY FIRST NOTE
Dear Irene and Ira.
Thanks for your honesty and friendship. Dollie and I read your note several times. We would be proud to share my wife Dollie with you for an afternoon of sex. Dollie loves when older men fondle her breasts. Of course this causes her to have multiple orgasms . Her wet pussy is always in need of stimulation. But until now it has only been the fingers of other men. Her pussy is waiting for your penis.
---We both welcome you to play with her breasts anytime you’d like. If you have a problem becoming aroused yourself perhaps Dollie can help get it hard. Dollie does enjoy fingers deep inside her so this is almost as good as intercourse. Feel free to use as many fingers as you can for as long as you would like.
---Dollie also said even if you do not get an erection you are welcome to spread her wet pussy and rub your penis up and down inside it. You can use your fingers to force your penis all the way in where you may leave it as long as you want. No other man has done this or had intercourse with her. But since we saw how happy Irene was when Denny had intercourse with her we feel this will be fun for everyone. You don’t have to answer today.


______Love Denny and Dollie.

---We were betting old Ira couldn’t get an erection so Dollie agreed with my letter. The very next morning around 9AM we had breakfast, were dressed, and headed toward Irene and Ira’s place with our little note. After discovering the nude camping area we didn’t worry about what to wear. I usually wore nothing except short shorts. Dollie wore her cheek showin shorts and a low blouse. After all, after a short walk into the nudist park we’d be naked.
---We dropped out clothes at the small storage container and I handed the note to Dollie. It was only a little farther to Granny and Pappy’s RV but I‘ll bet I asked Dollie a half dozen times if she wanted to go thru with this. She giggled and said it would be fun. I still think she was counting on old Ira not getting a hard-on!
---Their car was gone and no one was outside. We intended to visit Gracie and Charlie later so continued down the lane. Irene, granny, stepped out on the deck and waved to us. As she walked down to meet us she saw the note in Dollie’s hand. Irene told us Ira had gone into town for the day then asked if the note was for him. We both told her it was for Ira. Irene asked if we’d mind if she read it and she’d then take it inside for Ira to read later. I mentioned it was sort of private. Irene said something like she hoped we were willing to let that dirty old man play with Dollie’s titties. Dollie smiled and handed the note to Irene. She read the note several times then hugged us both.
----We then went on down the lane to visit Gracie and Charlie. I believe it was much like other times with them. First me, then Charlie fucked Gracie after tying her to some furniture or something. She didn’t really need to be tied up. Gracie was very willing. It was just part of their games.
---After a break we played with Dollie. Seems like we may have walked down to the lake and swam with other nudists and had a picnic. It was nearly dark before we walked back toward Ira and Irene’s RV site and noticed his car was back. Again, it was only Irene who came out to talk. She said she was sorry, Ira had already gone to bed. She handed us another note and said she’d see us another day.
These are copies of the actual notes.

PART TWO---- More Notes at the Nudist RV Park
 

PART TWO---- More Notes
Here’s Ira’s next note.

Dolly and Denny.
So sorry I wasn’t ther tooday. Thanks for unnerstanding a dirty old man and his whishes. As much as we try we can not get my thing hard anymor.
This week Irene warshed my penise and chewwed on it but thet dinn’t help ether. It sure felt good. Dolly is welcome to try that. Irene will make surr it is verry clean.
It would make me hapy to play with Dolly’s breests and masterbat her.
Irene said maybe she’d hep me get my soft pennus inside Dolly. All I reely want to do is rub those big breests and maybe cheww on the niples. If that do no’t kill me I will try the rest.
Charly and Gracy told us I shoold try liccking Dolys pusy. Woold it be okaee to try this with Dolly. I dono’t evin care if it is durty.
Ira and Irene.

Another note wasn’t necessary because we were just gonna return the next morning and see what might happen with Ira and Irene. But a note would make it more exciting since it was Ira who started writing notes. They’d mentioned Charlie calling Gracie his sex slave. So I got kinky. Our next note follows.

Pappy and Granny,
Thanks for your invitation and my chance to display and offer the honey pot of my sex slave for your enjoyment.
Both you and your lovely wife may use her as your play toy today. She will obey your commands as rulers of this tiny Kingdom.
I suggest a good but gentle spanking. I suggest she have her breasts slapped, pinched, squeezed, and chewed on by both you and the Queen of this land.
I suggest she needs her pussy punished with fingers and your penis poking it as much as you wish.
I suggest she is forced to chew on our Master’s penis,King Pappy .
I suggest that whenever she complains, yells, or tries to get loose, she gets more spanking snd tit squeezing by you and your Queen.
I ordered her to clean her body inside and out several times. As Master we would be honored for you to taste the nectar of her honey pot.
I suggest you have intercourse with my sex slave and force me to watch.
I suggest you make me have intercourse with your lovely wife, the Queen, and force my slave to watch.
---The next morning we returned again to Ira and Irene’s RV around 9AM, naked. Dollie was ready to be their bad girl slave. It was also her idea for me to add the part about me fucking Irene.
---As we arrived on their small front porch, Dollie said something like “ I am here to serve you my Master.” She then handed Ira the new note. He read it out loud then Irene read it again. They, smiled, hugged us both, and led us inside. We were feeling strange doing this with old people and wondered why we offered. Yet they did invite us in. We’d always fooled around with people much younger or closer to our ages. We both decided that this may be their last chance to enjoy sex. Who would know? What may really happen?
---I believe Ira questioned some of the things in the notes. One thing I remember that he first asked “If I ask Dollie to bend over and show us her pussy will she do it?” Without him asking Dollie, she bent over a recliner chair, her pussy spreading wide apart. Actually this was no different than what Irene had done that first time I fucked her. Dollie said something about her pussy is awaiting him.
---Ira rubbed Dollie’s partially spread pussy and slowly slipped a large finger deep inside. She moaned and told him “Master that feels so good. Don’t stop.” Ole Pappy worked Dollie’s pussy for several minutes. His hands were shaking which she seemed to enjoy more. Granny Irene seemed to be unpredictable. She was spanking one of Dollie’s butt cheeks, actually gently patting it.
----From what I remember Ira reached around and grabbed one of Dollie’s tits and began pulling on each of them and fondling them. Ira had those big old farmer hands that were used for milking cows. It almost appeared he was milking Dollie. She yelled and told Ira it felt great. But I’ll bet it hurt. Dollie yelled she was cumming.
---Ira was now pressed right up between Dollie’s legs. I was sure his soft little penis may have been against her pussy. Dollie started squirming and sort of grinding against it. She said “Ira I feel your prick against my hot pussy.” I knew it was hopeless but I said “Ira, slip it in and fuck that nasty little sex slave.” For once Dollie didn’t move away or complain. I think she giggled.
----Again, in minutes he’d backed away and was rubbing Dollie’s pussy more. Seems like Irene told Ira to stick one of his wet fingers in his mouth and see how it tastes. He told Irene it tasted sort of sweet. Again, just guessing. Irene told Ira maybe you better flip her over and see how that honey pot really tastes. Ira led Dollie over to the sofa and she automatically put one leg up on the back, the other foot on the floor. I helped her raise up a bit and I shoved a small pillow under her ass.
---Ira said he’s never done this before. He bent down , spread Dollie’s lips wide, and began licking and sucking Dollie’s c*nt. I’ll swear Ira said “this is just like a kid eating watermelon!“ As I’d told her many times about any sex act, squirm, scream, and moan. Always tell your partner it feels great and you are cumming. …Even if none of it is true! For her it’s usually true.
----At his age old Ira didn’t do anything long or in a hurry. He went over, sat in a nearby chair, staring at Dollie’s spread wet pussy. When Dollie started to move Ira said “don’t move slave, I am enjoying the view.“ Irene started asking Ira how it smelled and tasted. They both shocked and amazed us at times. “Dang it b*tch, if ya wanna know get down there and lick it.” Dollie is against having a woman touch her pussy. She sometimes even gets upset when a gal holds her boobs. As Irene got nearer, Dollie put her legs together and I believe she was going to get up.
----Both Ira and Irene were catching on to this Master/slave game. Seems like both said something like “lay still wh*r*. Granny is gonna taste your honey pot. Irene got on the floor beside Dollie on her hands and knees. One of them said “spread those legs slave girl.” In seconds Irene had her head between Dollie’s legs licking her wet pussy. Dollie moaned and told Irene “I’m warning you old woman, I’m not a lesbian. But I’m going to cum all over your face.” Irene replied “okay slave girl, I’m ready.” Irene sucked and licked Dollie’s pussy way longer than Ira. Dollie seemed to be loving it.
---After some time Irene moved back, spreading and staring into Dollie’s c*nt. She made comments like “does mine look like that?” Just as Irene started to get up old Ira told her to suck that honey hole some more while Denny fucks you from behind. I made up excuses not to do it. But Irene and Ira told me I am also their slave . Irene said do what your master said.
-----By then old Ira was tying Irene’s wrists and ankles with something. He looped a belt behind Dollie’s waist with Irene’s hands tied on each side. Then hooked Irene’s legs to the sofa . This forced granny’s face to remain in Dollie’s crotch. As far as I remember, old granny wasn’t really tied up but she felt as if she were. They discussed this slave/master thing for a while as they kept coaxing me to fuck old Irene.
----I did have a pretty good erection and Irene was in a dog fashioned position. Plus it wasn‘t all that bad the other two times for an old gal. I got old Ira involved too. I said “hey Pappy, dip your finger in Irene’s honey pot and loosen it up for me.” He did good! While he was working her pussy Irene asked “how come you haven’t been doing this all these years?” I had to laugh when Ira said “ well you never asked!”
--- This old couple was more fun than a bunch of kids. When Ira moved away I slowly and gently slid my hard cock in that old pussy. It was almost too tight. I had only about half my prick in Irene when she screamed. It just wouldn’t go any deeper. She remembered what I’d said about getting involved . Irene was moaning, shaking her ass, and letting out screams every time I rammed it in.
---Irene had forgotten about licking Dollie’s pussy. Her face was buried on Dollie’s belly but she was grabbing the pillow under Dollies ass and yelling rather than eating pussy. Irene was dry and getting tighter. It was hurting my penis and I wasn’t able to move in and out much. Suddenly I squirted just a little. This gave some lubrication and I could slide in and out again. This went on for several more minutes. It would get very dry and tight. I squirted a bit more, then finally hit bottom, making Irene scream. I gave her a few more good stabs and finally ejaculated deep in that tight old pussy. Irene was screaming and collapsed on Dollie.
---Damned I killed her, I was thinking. But she was panting and finally said that was the best fuck she’s ever had. I got off, Ira and I helped Irene to a chair, and Dollie sat up. Dollie began asking Irene why she screamed so much this time and not the last two. Irene said ” Ya silly little b*tch this time it really did hurt like hell. That prick felt like it was ripping my guts out.” I believe we all asked Irene if she was okay. “Hell yes, I’m in heaven.”
----Ira was ornery like me. “Ya want him to give you some more honey?” Irene looked at him and said “if you had a cock that big and hard I wouldn’t want it from you right now either! That thing you have hanging there would kill me right now!”
---I don’t remember much more happening that afternoon. Seems like Irene and Dollie made sandwiches and we relaxed on the outside deck after taking showers. I do remember Ira fondling Dollie’s boobs now and then and smiling. But I don’t remember Dollie sucking his little cock or getting fucked by either of us. I think it worked out just the way she expected.
--Seems like her and I just walked down to the small lake together and took a dip then relaxed and visited other nudists on the small beach.

Our Michigan nudest Camping adventure Cums to an End.
 

Our Michigan nudest Camping adventure Cums to an End.
---Keep in mind that I was probably 46 and Dollie 44 at this time. I'd say this is the time in a couples life when they fully trust the other and often can figure what the other is thinking before they say or do it. The age of experimenting and testing the other was past. We both knew how far we could get the other to go and had pretty much performed every type sex act by then we were ever gonna do. Altho you may think differently, we were in love with each other and did these things only because the other loved it. With this info cum with us for our last adventure at the Nude Campground up north.

The next day we were headed back to play games with Gracie and Charlie. We were trying to get back to our normal age group. Besides Gracie was a lot better fuck than Irene.
But we had one more note to give our friends Ira and Irene. That note is below. Only four words, as follows.
_____________Thank you very much !
Next time we walked past Ira and Irene’s RV we planned on handing them the above note when we walked by to visit Gracie and Charlie. I’m not sure if it was the very next day or possibly a few days later. After all, we did play mini golf, use the pool, and hot tub now and then in the main campground.
------Another morning, naked, we were passing Irene and Ira’s campsite. Of course, being naked and holding a piece of paper, it was easy for them to see it. Dollie handed the note to Irene. I’m sure they expected to find something kinky and nasty again. But those words, THANK YOU VERY MUCH seemed to be all that was needed. Once more hugs and they begged us to sit on the deck and have a glass of iced tea while we talked about the games we played with them. We did.
---We no longer felt cheap, dirty, or like we took advantage of that old couple. They admitted this was their first time to do anything like that and it would probably be their last time to enjoy sex. Dollie and I both told them that Charlie and Gracie are even wilder than us. Of course they knew that. We said they should talk to those two about games and intercourse. Even if they won’t do it maybe they know another older couple to spend some time together.
---Irene asked one more favor as we got up to go visit Gracie and Charlie. Irene wanted to suck my cock! Actually she did it before we fully answered. Irene got down on her knees right there on the front deck, licked my penis, then stuck a few inches in her mouth and sucked it. Irene gave old Ira a glance and what I believe was his approval smile. Irene removed her teeth and took nearly half my cock in her mouth. She then worked her head up and down as if she’d done this before. I remember warning Irene that I was about to cum. She either didn’t hear me or didn’t care. I squirted a large wad down that old woman’s throat. Irene gurgle, choked, moaned and kept sucking.
---Ira told her she was gonna choke to death. Irene looked up and smiled then licked and sucked my cock awhile longer. She raised up, stroking the last few drops of jazz from the end of my uncircumcised cock with her hands, smiling and thanking me. Ira said something like “old woman in all these years you’ve never done that to me!” I have no idea what was said then.
----When finished, Irene asked Dollie to do the same with Ira. They both assured us Ira’s cock was clean. Ira was sitting in a rocking chair. Dollie never does this! She wouldn't dare! Dollie got down in front of Ira, wiggled his 2”-3” limp dick and buried it in her mouth. A no-no for Dollie. Ira got less than a minute blow job. Ira loved it. I really didn’t mind getting my cock sucked by a 75-80 year old granny. Dollie didn't seem to mind chewing on that whilted noodle. Dollie did it that one time because Ira’s was soft and she knew it wasn’t gonna squirt.
----Irene kept telling Dollie I was a bad little boy and needed spanked. She asked me to lay over her lap as she sat on the front porch steps. Her and Dollie spanked my ass, actually gently rubbed and patted it. Of course my prick was draining semen all over Irene so she spanked and yelled even more. At the same time ole Ira stood up and spanked Dollie’s bare ass.
-----We only intended to stop there a few minutes. Somehow several hours soon passed. Something funny happened when we again got ready to head toward Charlie’s RV site. Granny and Pappy begged us to tell Gracie and Charlie what we’d all been doing the past few days like they wanted us to brag about it. They kept repeating these were firsts for them. We believed them. We agreed, saying this would help prepare them for finding you two another couple to play games with. Both said they doubt that they will ever do any of this again and just kept hugging, spanking, and thanking us as we got ready to leave.

Of course these weren’t really stories about bondage. Old Irene did get sort of tied up, Dollie got her ass and titties spanked, and I may have gotten my ass whipped.
---I imagine we visited Gracie and Charlie later that day.

Again reminding you I was 46 and Dollie 44. The year, probably 1985. That period of life when we thought we knew everything about sex and were't afraid to keep practicing . This was also the time of Dollie's life when she was starved for intercourse and masturbation. Yes Dollie gave another man a blow job! Secrets untold until recently. Damned nearly 30 years ago.

Finally our Northern RV stories Cum to a Close
 

As we wrap this one up---------------
---Funny, these were camping trips we nearly forgot about until Dollie found some of the old letters from our partners of many years past. Plus old letters I’d written that came back when no one answered. I’ve been writing notes and sending letters since the early 60’s.
----You aught to hear about the 80+ year old Canadian woman who sent me license plates and became a kinky pen-pal while we were in our early 30‘s. I had only replied in a letter that we love wearing swimsuits around our yard when she mentioned it first . Nudity soon became her favorite topic. She wanted pictures. After she died in a Nursing Home her son found our naked pictures and notes, returned them thanking us for being friends with their mother. She'd had asked for a photo of me with an erection pissing. I still remember what the son wrote “We never knew mom was like that.” I can just hear our kids saying the same thing!
---Even after retiring I sent many kinky pages hand printed to friends while I sunbathed in the yard. Of course the pictures we exchanged were Poloroids. Many copies were in Manila folders in metal boxes and later in my computer in folders. This was way before I had internet. Oh how the memories came back. All true stories. The more we find, read, and I write, the more we remember.
But Dollie's burning our past so our kids don’t find it later.

----We kept in touch by mail with Charlie and Gracie in Michigan. When they told us the Campground membership system was closing the nudist loop permanently the next summer we decided to go back. As our next vacation got closer Gracie’s kinky letters made us want to be there even more. Dollie wasn't fucking but I was getting all I wanted from Gracie! We rarely gave our phone number or address to anyone involved in our games. We only used a post office box. After years of never getting replies we canceled our P.O. Box in Illinois. Now in Florida once again we have a P O box.

---Sadly when we returned to the nudist RV park the next year Ira and Irene were no longer there.
---I'm sure you read about Gracie and Charlie in the main topic BONDAGE. No doubt things happened slightly different and what was said is only approximate. Five years had past. It was now 1990. I was 51 and Dollie 49. Still frisky but making plans to retire in a few years and move to Florida. We got one of those free campground grand opening offers. Another new company had bought the old "Smith farm" which was a membership park when we visited it and the now defunct nudist loop some five years ago. We loved camping in lower Michigan and this could be our last chance to camp up in that area.
----So, just when you thought I was finished, below is another story about the Nudist Campground way up north.

BE PREPARED, THIS IS NOT A BONDAGE STORY. It is the final episode of the Naked Campground adventures and I felt it should be placed here to end this series. Yes yet another ending.



------------------ CLYDE smelled fishy.

What’s a membership RV Park and Why?
And other useless crap you don’t want to know.

----It was now 1990. I was 51 and Dollie 49. Still full of piss and vinegar. We were making plans for retiring in 1994 but still taking as many weekend camping trips as possible. Got advertisements to camp free at a new membership grand opening at the same RV park where that nudist campground used to be. These always included camping for the weekend, usually in a special nicer site, free steak dinners, a few drinks, and other perks to attract suckers to take the tour.
--We’d been camping often along Lake Michigan in the Dunes State parks, having fun walking the long miles of beaches nude or nearly so. Odds are we’d never get the chance to go up that way after moving. Be fun to check out the old campground and see how that nudist loop looks now. We knew it had been torn down, actually as we spent our last time there so long ago. We also had friends outside Detroit and knew of many scenic and interesting places to go in lower Michigan. Maybe Henry Ford Museum and Greenfield Village again! So I called and made our reservations for July 1990.
----The RV park had changed dramatically. Not only different name but the place looked totally different with nice paved streets and RV sites. The only catch was we were gonna have to waste a few hours on Saturday listening to a sales pitch. Much like those Condo sales talks. Hell we’ve sat through many of those and said no many times. Well, I did get suckered in twice when we originally joined a membership system and then another $5000 upgrade. At the time we’d planned on selling everything and actually living in the membership system full time. With up to four weeks allowed in each park it sounded great.
---Like everything that’s too good to be true, it wasn’t too good! By the time we retired many of those Home Parks closed down, restrictions about holidays and special events, and other crap, narrowed down those extended stays. Others who were already retired began finding it difficult to find a park to move to next. Too much crap to worry about as they got older.
--- Ending up in State parks and expensive private RV parks, or Wally World parking lots didn’t sound like a plan. So I wasn’t about to say yes to anymore additional memberships. We already had $10,000 and over $300 monthly membership fees wrapped up in this system since the early 80‘s. When camping at the parks was free or $1 a night at some, and we went many weekends a year, it seemed to be a good deal. Even then, it wasn’t free camping.
---Fast forward to retiring. Dues kept climbing with no gauranteed limit. There were no longer any free nites, and those $1 sur-charge campgrounds were $5 and $10 a night. Hell we could stay in some County and State parks for that. There were no membership parks near us now so we just stopped sending our dues. Can’t do that! Funny, if we didn’t pay our dues they threatened to cancel us yet when we wanted to get out of the system we can’t. Okay. I just stopped paying and after a bunch of threats we were canceled. That was easy even though we did loose a lot of money. Still for many years it was the best thing we could have done. Great up scale RV parks with free baby sitters in the way of activity directors and kiddy lodges for our kids to hang out while we played.
---Back to 1990, me 51 and Dollie 49. We arrived at the membership RV park and got a great RV site, signed up for the required sales talk, and decided to take a walk down to where the old nudist campground loop was. We actually had difficulty finding it. The tall privacy fence, the telephone poles and light wires, even the gravel road, were gone. In it’s place was a narrow foot path. All we really found of the little campground was the cement floor and foundation of the old shower house near the small lake. Even the lake shore and the nice trail around it were grown over with weeds and small brush.
--Back at the main RV campground everyone seemed to be dressed for a family affair. Jeans and mostly long sleeved shirts, men and women alike, in July! We wore short shorts and Dollie some sort of cleavage poppin top. We seemed to be getting stares from the others as we parked our rig and walked down toward the woods. Still, force of habit, Dollie removed her blouse as we neared the old nudist park lake. We found the remains of the old sand beach and waded through the weeds to the edge of the small lake.
--We were greeted by a male voice. At first neither of us saw anyone. There he was, sitting on a log close by, fishing. Of course the normal intelligent question I asked “Ya catchin anything?” “Yep” and he walked over to pick up his fish basket, half full of nice Blue Gill and Sun fish. I no more than said “ those are some nice big ones.” when he stared straight at Dollie and replied “them are too.” Dollie apologized and started to put her blouse on. The fisherman, we’ll call him Clyde, said something like “shucks Ma’am, ain’t no need to cover them big titties up. Years back this here lake was plumb full of naked wimmin and boys. This was a nudist park.” Sort of surprised us, as he continued without hardly giving us time to say much more than Yes and no kiddin.
----Like I mentioned, I was 51 and Dollie 49. Clyde said he was 50 or near that. Said he remembered camping there with his mom and dad over 40 years ago when the Smith girls had a nudist camp there in these woods. Said he used to sneak down there with his little friend to stare at titties. What a coincidence this meeting was.
---Dollie told Clyde that we’d discovered the place 5 or 6 years ago and met Irene Smith, who had married and then had a different name. “Yea, she married Ira” was Clyde’s reply. “I sure wished the nudist park was still here. Seein your big titties brings back so many old memories. Thanks ma’am. You made my day.” Clyde got a little cocky as he kept staring at Dollie’s boobs. Them things sure look hard. Wished I could squeeze one of them. I‘d give this whole basket of fish just to touch em.”
--Dollie told Clyde he could keep his fish but she’d be happy to let him feel her boobies. About then Clyde’s fishing rod bent and he reeled in another nice Crappie. I remember him saying “danged, now my hands are slimy and smell like fish. Dollie told him to rinse them in the lake and they’d be okay. It was funny watching Clyde grab those two sun heated titties with his iced cold hands.
---At that time Dollie’s nipples were still at least 1/4th inch long. It was much later I and some friends ripped her piercing rings out numerous times, leaving only the flat nipple areoles. Dollie’s hot breasts being grabbed by Clyde’s ice cold wet hands caused her nipples to pop right out even longer.
--I knew what this caused and just holding her breasts caused it to happen even more. Add to that Clyde rubbing those hard protruding nipples and Dollie began moaning and squirming around. Clyde knew what was going on and he continued working on Dollie’s nipples for quite some time. Dollie finally backed away and thanked Clyde. She was embarrassed and told him she can’t take it anymore.
---I don’t know how we find these ornery perverts. Clyde looked at Dollie and said something like “I’ll bet your pussy is as wet and smelly as my basket of Crappie now.” Okay, I guess I shouldn’t have. But I couldn’t resist. Dollie’s shorts were extremely short with a very special narrow crotch. Of course she rarely wore panties and had none on then. Without thinking, I said “ya want to find out, reach up there and feel it.” Dollie giggled and didn’t say much as far as I remember. But she didn’t say no either. I’m thinking Clyde’s reply was “she might slap me.” I said “Pull your crotch aside dear and let the man feel your pussy.” She did and Clyde did. Must have fingered her c*nt several minutes then went back to fondling her titties and rubbing Dollie’s hard nipples.
--Not sure if we were lucky or things just worked out well. We heard voices and soon saw several other people headed toward the lake. Dollie slipped on her blouse, we thanked Clyde, and went back to our RV. We were being stared at again by other campers so went in our RV and put on jeans and button down shirts.
--The couple next to us, probably our ages, walked over and we sat around sipping tea or beer and talked. Soon another couple joined us. This is what we love about camping. I’ll swear the first gal unbuttoned several buttons of her blouse. Or they just popped open. Soon her titties were showing from time to time as she reached and moved around. Out of nowhere they were all talking about how hot Dollie had looked earlier and how stuffy others looked. The other woman and both men agreed, saying this is a campground. People should look comfortable.
---Maybe we were drinking beer and not tea. I remember one guy unbuttoning most of his wife’s blouse buttons and soon both women were showing ample amounts of pretty titties. Beer does that! One of the gals encouraged Dollie to show them her boobs too so Dollie unhooked a few buttons on her blouse. One of the women pulled it aside so they all could get a better look at Dollie's titties.
---Out of nowhere she shocked us. The woman leaned over and began kissing then sucking Dollie's tittie right there at the picnic table. Lucky we were facing away from the road and it was getting dark out. We sat around several hours eating, drinking, staring at titties, and talking about sexy women as they let their titties peek out. Those sort of accidentally on purpose semi-flashes women do.
---Again we were surprised. The tittie sucker asked if any of us had known there used to be a nudist camp here in the park. She said her and her husband camped back there a few times and really enjoyed it. Seems like we talked about that for another hour or more. Before Dollie could say anything else I’d called her into the RV to help bring out food or beverages. I’d actually called her in to ask her not to mention us at the nudist campground and asked what she thought about getting her tittie sucked by another woman. Dollie actually loved it!.
--- Funny, earlier Clyde had walked by with his basket of fish and yelled out “Hello MsDollie. Hope I see you down at the lake again.” We could have met Clyde to play again and probably talked at least that one couple to join us at the old nudist camp loop. But we spent the weekend listening to the sales presentation, lounging in the new pool dressed like old foggies, and talking to our new campground neighbors while the women exchanged sneak tit shots. That woman had to have been a lesbian. She often reached in and fondled Dollie's boobs while her husband and the other couple watched. Me too!
--- Five years passed and we still had a bit of excitement at the old nudist camp. As I often say, you just can't plan this stuff! Is this Karma crap real or is there such a thing as kinky Guardian Angels? We really have been blessed.

TAXI CAB STORIES-----1971
 

_Why We Took A Taxi.
---SUMMER 1971---I knew it was going to be a kinky wild weekend. Dollie would have been 30 and me 32. I’m thinking it wasn’t yet company shut down and July vacation. Most likely it was early June and we were on a four or five day extended weekend camping trip.
---After Dollie’s recent female surgeries and just starting to be able to dress wild again, we’d already had some fun at the local strip clubs and bars. I was now telling her to get some more clothes on and stop being so ornery instead of the opposite! I figured a long weekend in the sand dunes getting naked may be exciting. I was soon gonna find out what changes she really went through!
---------We were up above Chicago camping at our favorite Lake Michigan park. Our last child, daughter, was around nine months old. Dollie’s breasts were full, larger than ever, still as hard as rocks, and she was using a breast pump occasionally to remove milk. Finally we could leave the three kids with Dollie’s mother and get away to play games.
----We always spent most of our time at the south end of the park, at the large beach, and down in the sand dunes. Sometimes would take a morning or evening walk along the wide cement sidewalk, near Lake Michigan, north to the end of the park. Maybe 1/4th mile to the north end of the park property. Not many people used this area, not even down along the seashore. Altho the campground was just over the small dunes hills created by the off shore breezes, Dollie often had her boobs exposed as we walked. She’d usually get them covered before other people got close.
---We discovered by turning left, west, a gravel hiking trail continued along a wooded area and out of the park. There was a chain link fence with an opening and a 4” post in the center of the narrow entrance blocking it from bikes or anything except foot traffic. Seems like on the left there was a tall chain link fence, small woods, and tall weeds. I guess this was park property going maybe a mile toward town. On the right was woods. We couldn’t really see much beyond that tall fence on the left.
----Continuing on the right, an old run down empty industrial park with red brick buildings in disrepair. From there, open spaces and a little used old car junk yard. In the past she had flashed guys going in and out of the scrap yard. Again open spaces for awhile then a small subdivision of small old homes farther in from the trail. Ahead was the Amtrak station, tracks, then nicer homes, then the city. Sometimes when walking this same trail we’d stop for a drink of ice water at the train station and Dollie would tease people waiting, even flash the slow moving Amtrak trains. We’d meet occasional joggers and other hikers. Sometimes bicyclists who had to turn around at the park fence. Even an occasional topless girl, like Dollie. Most often Dollie slipped her titties in. But they were still out enough to draw compliments.
----Normally we’d leave Thursday after work for long weekends. It was at least 200 miles to the State Park and those roads were always crowded. Only time to get the RV set up and walk around the campground. Friday morning, hot and sunny. Our first time up there for a long time. We decided a nice walk along the trail, partially in the shade, would be relaxing. This time I wore short shorts and a tank top, sometimes off while still on the trail. Dollie’s shorts were what we called cheek showing shorts. Hot pants were not out yet.
----When we got into town and looked for a place to eat, we were getting lots of stares and some bad mouthing. This was a religious city and others were dressed more like Quakers or farmers. We’d walked a lot farther than we should have and it was very hot. We were used to walking from morning until evening on beaches and grassy areas. But wearing cheap tennis shoes, the cement was getting to us. In the past we turned back at the RR tracks. As we walked around town we became more embarrassed by the looks and comments.
---------------------
---After we ate and walked, I saw several cabs and told Dollie we’re taking one back to camp. Can’t remember riding in a cab but Dollie had a few friends who owned a cab company back home so she rode often. Dollie never has driven. Those old women cabbies back home, one middle aged male cabby, and other people had told Dollie about some wild cab driver stories. According to Dollie, the male driver was often encouraging Dollie to ride with her tits out and her skirt farther up. She said she never did but admitted he got some pretty good crotch shots and booby views.
---I always wanted to try some of those wild things in the back of a cab myself. I often fantasized Dollie being naked and us fucking while riding around town. Today was the time to ask questions and maybe play a cabby game. Cum with us as we make some of my taxi fantasies come true.

HEY CABBY !_____FRIDAY MORNING June 1971
 

-----HEY CABBY !__________FRIDAY MORNING
----I believe that after we’d eaten we walked around town maybe another hour. Dollie was complaining that her feet were burning. There were a few cabs parked ahead. I leaned in and ask one driver if he’d take us to the State park and how much. “Yes, and $4 to our campsite. Or $3 to the Ranger station.” Must have been over a half mile farther past the Ranger station to the campground and we were on the far side. Sounded cheap to us. (1971 prices!) When I asked how he knew we were camping the driver told us nobody runs around this town half naked except tourists.
---This may have been a good time for Dollie to be wearing her mini skirt instead of short shorts. Still her tits were mostly exposed and the driver complimented Dollie on her pretty long legs. He’d adjusted the inside mirror and seemed to be staring back. Life was safer and simpler back then. Those cabs didn’t have divider windows or bars. Just air space. And these cabbys spoke English.
---I already had weird ideas of Dollie flashing and flaunting, even thought about fondling her boobs. For years I heard taxi stories. Yes, probably thought about fucking her as we rode right through that town in heavy traffic. But I didn’t. I was a trucker. I knew a lot of wild trucker stories weren’t true. I was sure these taxi driver stories couldn’t be either.
----Can’t remember everything. But the subject of Dollie’s tits and short shorts came up. She was thin then and those oversized hard boobs looked like cartoon boobs. I actually think it was the cabby who mentioned them. What I remember next was his offer. “If you pull those big titties out and ride that way to the State Park I’ll only charge you half price.” Playing dumber I asked how much that would be. “$2.” I’d guess Dollie had her boobs out before the cabby actually answered. He nearly had an accident several times. I told Dollie to cover her titties up until we got out of town or he’s gonna kill someone, or ourselves. On the two lane road to the park she pulled them out again.
----All this time I was asking the cabby burning questions about women flashing tits, pussy, and men playing with them as cabbies drove. Roughly this was what we heard and remember. The driver said these are things other drivers have told and what’s happened in his cab in the past 5 or 6 years he’s been driving. Remember Dollie 30, me 32, and the driver said he was 40+. We’ll call him Clyde the Cabby. Clyde was driving slowly, trying to stare at titties and trying to make this trip last.
----Clyde said the biggest problem many drivers have are under aged girls, as young as 12 or 13, showing their pussy and tits. Usually in groups of two or more. He said if they appear under 18 he makes them cover up and sometimes makes them get out. He said the next wildest group seems to be women in their 40’s and 50’s riding alone. Those he loves watching. Young adult couples, like college age and our age seem to be the ones wanting to be exhibitionists fondling and fucking. Clyde apologized for saying FUCK. Dollie told him we do it and the word does not bother her. Clyde also mentioned hookers with johns trying to save motel costs by fucking in cabs. Said he charges them extra. And those single girls trying to bribe him into a free cab ride by either showing or offering to show anything he wants to see. I teased Clyde and reminded him he bribed us by giving a discount. Clyde said he does that too if a woman looks especially hot. Dollie had to thank Clyde for that.
---Here are some random figures Clyde told us. He’s had several 100 girls flash their boobs. Maybe another 50 ride topless like Dollie is. Many proposition him for sex. In the past six years he’s seen only a dozen spread bare pussies. Many guys pulled women’s titties out and fondled them. Maybe another dozen fucked. But only a few of the women were totally naked. Clyde said he loved seeing the spread pussys and naked people fucking best of all. He told us other drivers talk about threesomes and more.
---Clyde said he would pull over someplace and watch some people fuck or fondle. But most got mad and just got out of the cab or stopped fucking. Said he only remembers two actually getting naked and doing it a long time as he watched in a parking lot. Most were quickies up a skirt or shorts.
------Clyde told us he’d pay to watch a naked couple fuck if they did it so he could see tits and pussy. I told him not many would do something like that. Teasing I asked just what positions would those be. Clyde said, “dog fashioned, or with the woman sitting on top, and like that. I love to see spread pussys and bouncing titties.”
---I believe I answered “yea, so do most guys but women won’t do it.” (I was already making fantasy plans in my head.) “What would you pay Clyde?” I think he said “it would depend on the woman and what I saw.” Still teasing I said “Dollie wouldn’t do it for anything.”
---I had no idea how long we’d been parked in a small strip mall lot, the one where we would shop for groceries. Clyde was turned around with his arms over the front seat staring at Dollie. I’m not sure if the cab was a Checker. But it sure had a large roomy back seat. Dollie was entertaining Clyde by rubbing and squeezing her tits. Her legs were wide apart. Those shorts were short with a narrow crotch. I really don’t know if Clyde saw pussy or pink. I do remember he said the meter was off if we wanted to fool around. In my straightest honest face I told Clyde “we’re not that kind of people.” You’re lucky she’s in an ornery mood today.
--Clyde took us to our campsite and thanked us. Seems like he mentioned that he hopes we’ll take his cab again, giving us his card. I told him we’d better not. It could be embarrassing and illegal. Clyde was smiling and said “I hope so. But as long as I don‘t complain it‘s legal.” How do these things happen to us?

ANOTHER RIDE WITH CLYDE, the Cabby-1971
 

ANOTHER RIDE WITH CLYDE, the Cabby
----That evening. Friday, We giggled and discussed the possibilities of future taxi cab games. I reminded and quizzed Dollie on what her cab driver old man and women cabby friends back home told her and repeated Clyde’s experiences. I also told Dollie it seemed safe and exciting. Clyde had admitted he and other drivers enjoyed their bonus’. Dollie had already just done everything Clyde talked about, well not sure about the showing pussy. I’d bet he saw a lip or two peeking out the crotch of those short shorts.
---Dollie questioned me about how far I wanted to go with our games. I reminded her again that Clyde had only seen a few women totally naked getting fucked in his cab. And that was unusual because some of the other drivers he knew saw way more. I told her I’d bet down in Chicago customers probably really got wild. I said those cab drivers need some new stories to share. Let’s do everything Clyde said he would love to see. Maybe he’ll pay you. Dollie said she’s not a wh*r* and don’t want any money. It’ll be for fun or nothing. She agreed that the cab drivers back home even mentioned customers fucking! Dollie said whenever she’d ask about calling the cops the drivers just said it ain’t none of their business.
Saturday morning
----Plans were made that evening and next morning, Saturday. We didn’t want to walk all the way into town again this week. Too damned hot already around 9AM. Dollie said we can go to the rest room and use the pay phone to call a cab. Yes, she appeared eager to fool around! We only paid $2 so a few dollars more would be less than what we pay to get in some strip clubs and some of the bars we’ve fooled around in. I like it when she helps with the kinky game plans. Keeps me out of trouble. I told her we’ll tip Clyde $5 or $10 first and hope for a nice long ride.
----My next question was “when?” Dollie’s answer was how about today or now?” I believe I mentioned wearing a real short skirt and a top that can be unhooked or removed fast. She started to change immediately but I stopped her. What she did eventually wear was a very plunging button down top with skinny straps and a short mini skirt that wrapped around and had only a few buttons to unhook, making it easy to remove. Don’t remember seeing that one!
----“We need to call the cab first to make sure he will be here.” I even let Dollie call to keep the blame off me. She got a male dispatcher and asked if we could get a cab to come to the State Park campground and take two people to town. He asked the site number and told Dollie it would be $4 and a 30 minute wait. I quickly reminded her to ask for Clyde. She’d forgotten. I guess the dispatcher figured it out, saying Clyde would be there. He said Clyde had told the crew about you and all three of the other drivers are arguing over this fare. (You being Dollie.)
---We went back to the RV and got ready. I wore my normal short shorts and a Tee shirt this time. Dollie wore what she’d laid out. That skirt would never be legal walking around in that town and none of her blouses or bikini tops fit anymore! We waited outside the RV for Clyde the Cabby. When Clyde pulled up around 10AM he jumped out smiling and shaking my hand. He then hugged Dollie so tight her tits oozed mostly out of her tiny top. As we stood there I explained we just want a slow scenic drive around town and maybe just out of town. But not downtown. I handed Clyde a $5 or $10 bill and told him this is just our tip. As long as the fare is not over another $10 to town and back, it will be fine. Had to force Clyde to keep the money.
---- I don’t remember how I worded it but I questioned some of the past things Clyde and other cabbies saw in their back seats. I also hinted about all those things he’s seen in the past. Clyde told us as long as it didn’t involve murder or drugs anything is okay. I also told Clyde “we won’t jump out if you stop to watch something exciting in the back seat. We want this day to be memorable for all of us and filled with surprises.” I remember telling him “we wanted it to be a secret but now it ain’t.” I reminded Clyde I was 32 and Dollie 30. “There are things we don’t do or share. But we’ve been exhibitionists for years and love spur of the moment surprises.” I believe that’s when Clyde said he’s 45 and his wife is too religious to even dress sexy.

---Every time I think of us in that back seat I am shocked how roomy it was. Don’t remember being in a Checker cab or other brand but I’m betting this was a stretch model Checker. Back then Midwestern vehicles didn’t have tinted windows either, making seeing in easy. This was gonna be a fun taxi ride.

----TAXI TEASIN SATURDAY---1971
 

----TAXI TEASIN
SATURDAY
----I’m sure from the time Dollie slid into that taxi cab back seat, and the hours that followed, Clyde saw things memorable. As we left the campground I also remember telling Clyde not to hold back. Tell us what you are thinking and feel free to make suggestions. I also told him no matter what happens stay in the driver seat. I also may have overdone saying we like to surprise people in sexy ways and be surprised.
---Clyde no more than passed the Ranger station when Dollie was naked. I actually don’t know if I had a part in that or not. Just beyond the Park entrance Clyde pulled over on the shoulder. He turned around and stared at Dollie sitting there naked. Clyde said if I was serious about saying what he’s thinking or suggesting he suggests Dollie spreads her legs wide. She did! Then Clyde asked “if I ask you to spread her pussy lips wide will you get mad?” I just reached down and spread them till she said “ouch.” After Clyde was satisfied he continued toward town.
---I suppose I was fondling Dollie’s boobs and rubbing her pussy by the time we got to the residential area before town. Clyde was weaving along that road, one lane each way. I told Clyde he needs to pull over for awhile if he is going to stare. Again, he pulled into the small grocery store/strip mall parking lot. I told Clyde we’d play awhile to make him happy then he could continue our ride. I even asked him what he’d like to see us do. Being a normal perverted male Clyde said he’d like to see Dollie masturbate herself. Without asking me, she did for maybe five minutes, moaning and saying it was making her cum a lot. As far as I can remember this was something new. Dollie had masturbated for many years while her girl friends watched and did the same. But I can’t remember letting males watch her. Dollie was changing and neither of us yet realized it.
---I told Clyde to watch this, as I played with Dollie’s nipples and she masturbated herself. This got her squirming and yelling even more. She was begging me to stop. Of course I hoped she wanted me to continue so I did. Together we put on our little show for at least 30 minutes with me also finger fucking her as she squeezed her own tits. After a few male shoppers heard Dollie’s screams and stared in the windows, I told Clyde we’d better go. That was exciting.
----I think Clyde was asking me to fuck Dollie before and after we left the strip mall. I do remember him saying not many drivers get to see naked customers fucking in their cabs. I said something like “yea, and I’ll bet you’d tell every cab driver you meet about it.” Clyde grinned and said something like “yep, it’s locker room gossip.” I told Clyde we had all day to get it done as long as he kept driving. I’d whispered to Dollie to occasionally beg me to fuck her. That added to the excitement. After awhile I’m sure she was really wanting fucked!
----Seems like we were riding very slowly in maybe an industrial part of town, occasionally passing grain trucks or construction trucks. We were attracting a lot of parked truckers, I remember that. Clyde got kinky and would pull up along side a parked trucker, sometimes at a light, or other intersection, watching the trucker staring at me fondling Dollie. Got a lot of air horns and yells.
--- It was summer and hot. No AC in the taxi cab and we were moving slowly. But it had power windows. Clyde rolled all of the windows down, front and rear. None of the windows were tinted but it just seemed like we were now even more visible. One thing for sure, we could here the kinky comments and yelling easier.
---Clyde the Cabby, Dollie, and several different truckers were yelling for me to fuck Dollie. So I did. I switched off with her sitting on my lap facing me and facing forward. Clyde and many others liked that forward position.
Many seemed to like it with her sitting on me as I laid on the seat too. Any position putting her boobys in full view brought smiles. In years past they’d jiggle and bounce. Now they just stuck out there and quivered. I also fucked with Dollie on the seat but Dollie was pretty much covered up by me then. We tried different ways because Clyde mentioned it the day before. I remember Clyde begging us to do it again in those positions when he finds someplace to park and watch.
---I think Clyde circled back around past many of those same truckers. Dollie was now sitting on me faced toward the curbside. Her back was to me. She gave me a slow fuck as I squeezed her titties from behind. We didn’t expect this trucker bonus. We both think Clyde knew about this place and did it on purpose after finding out I was a trucker.
---While at the campground I asked Clyde not to drive downtown where there was a lot of multilane stop and go traffic. Also I was concerned about tall buildings with lots of upper windows. We already knew how people looking out upstairs windows can see in cars. Dollie and I were now laying down slow fucking and hadn’t realized we were right downtown. The sound of people, horns, traffic, and the fact the cab stopped, made me raise up and look around.
---We found out where we’d caught the cab the day before was the taxi office. There were at least two other cabs parked at the curb as Clyde parked in his spot, Dollie and I naked and fucking! Clyde told us to keep low and keep on fucking. We also hadn’t heard Clyde call in and tell the other drivers to be outside to see his passengers. Can’t remember exactly, but there must have been at least two or three cab drivers and the dispatcher staring in the back side windows of our cab as we fucked, or laid there hooked together!
---Clyde got out and was introducing us as the best customers he’s ever had. All the drivers were so polite. I thought they deserved a better look. I ungracefully rolled off onto the cab floor then on my knees. Just as ungraceful, Dollie was laying there with her legs and c*nt spread wide. She gave them a few minutes to enjoy the view, then sat up.
---That small group of taxi drivers seemed to love looking at Dollie and at my erection. When a few mentioned my prick Dollie held it and stroked it briefly. All were complimenting Dollie on looking hot and sexy. More than one asked if he could be next. Clyde told them we are married. Putting on a show is all we do. Clyde told the crew he has a job to do and climbed back into the driver seat and left.
----Can’t remember how long Clyde was parked there. It seemed like forever! We had told Clyde while at our campsite we love surprises. This was our second one so far! Funny, our original plan was to surprise Clyde the Cab driver. So far everything we did he expected. Dollie and I stayed low in the back seat until Clyde got out of town.
---Someone mentioned being hungry. Dollie couldn’t be seen in public in that skirt. We got dressed and Clyde drove the cab thru a drive-thru for something to eat. Seems like he rode along the Lake Shore and stopped to eat at a small park. We were just sitting there in the back seat, Dollie naked again, or her skirt folded open, looking at scenery, eating, and fondling each other occasionally. We were fucked out! Clyde was eating and looking in the back seat at Dollie with her legs spread, at the scenery! Maybe at her boobs too! He continually thanked us for the best taxi driving day in his life. We couldn't believe we'd done that!

Trying to surprise Clyde the Cabby, and me!
 

-Trying to surprise Clyde the Cabby, and me!
Saturday afternoon


---After eating and teasing Clyde some more, he continued up the Lake Shore. Dollie had to pee so buttoned her clothes when Clyde stopped at a marina restroom. The skirt was nearly butt cheek high and flapping open at least half way up as the breezes caught it. The blouse nipple low. Dollie looked sexy and attracted more than a dozen older men boaters nearby.
---- I don’t know what was said but she returned with two old geezers, like 70’s or more, wearing captain hats and nautical type clothing. They climbed into the cab with Dollie between them and we were sort of introduced. Dollie asked Clyde the Cabby to drive around in the large marina parking lot. Clyde also took other roads to smaller lots where people fished off small piers.
------Apparently those two old sailor types had mentioned looking at and feeling Dollie’s body parts. They had her tiny top and tiny short wrap around skirt completely unbuttoned and unwrapped. Told ya it was handy! Both old guys were sucking titties, fondling, and soon taking turns dipping fingers in Dollie’s wet used pussy. I’d bet they were getting some mothers milk too. Clyde was having trouble driving in a straight line, or even around curves! He parked and we watched. I'd always told Dollie she'd make a good hooker. These old geezers looked like paying customers.
--- Maybe in 30 minutes Dollie said we’d better take you guys back before you have a heart attach. From the time they got in the cab until they left they must have fooled around an hour. Clyde drove them back where they’d gotten in the cab. Clyde told the two old guys that someone has to pay for the cab fare. Each handed Clyde a wad of money, thanked us all, and got out.
---Clyde offered to give us half the money. Have no idea how much it was. I told him Dollie is not a prostitute. We do not take money for having fun. He told us that at least it will cover the next few hours fare. As he started to drive away, several more of those old boaters waved and came up to the cab. None ran. They could barely walk! They wanted to go for a ride too. Dolle told them only two can go with us. I don’t remember if there were three or four standing there that time.
---Same thing. For old guys they sure had her clothes off fast. One would suck a tittie and play with it as the other fingered her. Several times they swapped. Clyde had parked in a fishing area and we were enjoying the show again. Clyde was timing these two. He said your fare is up men and started driving back. I don’t remember money being mentioned. Both handed Clyde some money. Before getting out of the cab they tried to coax Dollie and I into going for a boat ride with them. Yachts the guys called them. Yea big boats! We refused and told Clyde to get out of there, as a few more old geezers headed our way.

---Clyde told us he had enough money to drive half way thru Wisconsin and back now but was running out of hours. He said he works 5AM till 5PM. Clyde explained they have two ways of charging. By the mile and by the minute. We were on the clock by the hour. He said he could take us back to the office to transfer to another cab or even have a driver meet us someplace. I told Clyde to just use his own judgment about time and take us back to our RV before he has to quit. We must have rode around with Dollie naked another two hours, me fondling, fingerfucking, and slow fucking. Sometimes Clyde parked and watched, especially the fingerfucking and fucking.
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---Other than stopping someplace out of town to eat, and Dollie’s pee breaks, we’d been in that cab from 10AM until nearly 5PM when we were taken back to the cab office. Clyde had called another driver to take us back to the State Park and our RV. But things happen.

-CABBY NUMBER TWO. Later Saturday Afternoon--1971
 

-Gabby, CABBY NUMBER TWO. Later Saturday Afternoon
----A simple plan. Clyde the Cabby was ready to get off work at 5PM. He’d started his shift at 5AM. Another driver was to take us back to our RV, fare already taken care of. We didn’t know it at the time but Clyde had given the next driver enough of that “old geezer” money to spend several more hours riding around. Driver #2 coaxed us, saying we were paid up till at least 10PM. He also said anytime he parks the meter will be turned off, adding time.
---Dollie was really getting into this exhibitionism by now. So we told him to just go anyplace he wanted as long as we end up back at the State Park. Driver number two hadn’t been at work yet so missed our sex act in front of the taxi station. But he’d heard all about it. Also seeing Dollie only partially covered in her tiny clothes we could tell he was expecting a show of his own.
---Gabby, Cabby number two was around 60 and also friendly. He instantly won Dollie’s heart when he kept mentioning her pretty legs and big boobies. He told us he was called Gabby because he talks a lot. We’d soon find that out. Gabby didn’t stop talking about Dollie’s tits, ass, pussy, and fucking. After our interesting day Dollie was hot to trot, as they say!
---We’d climbed into Gabby the Cabby’s cab and he only went a little ways to a fairly secluded parking lot. Gabby said this is his cab and his rules might be different. Seems like Gabby let us know right away he enjoys watching other people playing around, sucking cock, and fucking. Mostly do whatever we did in Clyde’s cab and don’t get us arrested.
----The wheels in my mind were turning already. Sucking cock, one thing Dollie hadn’t done while with Clyde, or around others lately. But when she was pregnant I’d always get a blow job and not much fucking before and after the kids were born. Our daughter was around nine months. For some reason Dollie stopped sucking my dick much at least six months ago. I sure didn’t expect it now!
---Good idea I thought. “Hey Dollie, how about sucking my hard prick right now ya b*tch?” I said. We talked like that occasionally to shock and surprise others. Sometimes it makes Dollie mad. Sometimes it makes her hot. Sometimes she will reply with something like “fuck you asshole. Suck your own cock” Either way it does surprise many. This time she pulled my semi-hard prick out of the leg of my shorts and sucked it briefly. Well at least the head of it. Gabby smiled and said this is gonna be fun, as he headed out of town.
---Together we told Gabby what we’d told Clyde. Stay in the front seat, let us know what turns you on, your ideas, just surprise us and let’s have fun. Oh, and nobody else fucks Dollie. I’m not sure if it was us or Gabby who mentioned his past kinky experiences. To keep it short he said ‘I’m 60 years old and been driving 20 years or more. Anything Clyde or others say they’ve seen I’ve seen 20 times that. About the only times I’ve kicked anyone out were minors showing their c*nt and tits or people trying to get free rides. And several queers jacking off. Like Clyde, I love watching naked people fuck and women masturbating. I’ve seen more than my share of that too. But never get tired of it. I heard you two are pretty good at putting on a good fuck show. I hope you‘re not too tired to try to out-do my other fares.”
----That’s when I told Gabby I’m a truck driver and probably get to see many of the same things. Only for us truckers it’s just a quickie peek. You have a captive audience. I told him sometimes we ride down highways and thru truck stops with Dollie naked to help pay back things I’ve seen. Out of nowhere Gabby said “It sure is takin you a long time to get to fuckin.” I reminded him we were still in the city. Gabby made a left and we were soon on a narrow county road. Dollie and I got naked and started playing with each other. Gabby said “can I stop someplace and watch her sit on you while you fuck?” He did and she did. Gabby even bossed Dollie so she’d reposition herself to give him a good open pussy shot as my prick slid in an out.
---After maybe 10-15 minutes Gabby said keep fucking young lady and don’t stop until I say so. I told Gabby he is not only gabby but bossy. Gabby said “fuckin right and you guys are gonna get surprised. Just let me be your driver and your director. Trust me.” He told me I could sit up with Dollie on my lap, but her facing forward. Also Gabby asked us to sit in the middle of the seat. Gabby said that way we both can see where we are going, people on both sides can see in, and he wants us to see who‘s watching. He readjusted his large mirror. Dollie could barely lean forward to grab the front seat back when she tried. Lots of open space in those taxi cabs.
-----Next thing I know we are in the middle lane of a three lane wide highway full of mostly big rigs. Hadn’t gone far when traffic was stop and go. Mostly stop! Here we were stopped next to semis on each side, slowly moving forward with others to take their places. Dollie sitting up, titties shaking, fucking me. I’d hold Dollie’s boobs and squeeze them together to thrill the truckers more. Truckers were all but hanging out their windows staring and yelling “fuck him lady!” And similar coaxing.
---This must have gone on 5 or 10 miles, all stop and slow go. To add to the embarrassment, there were male flaggers, equipment operators looking in, and other road crew.(Back then road work was man's work.) It’s impossible to know but we were guessing over fifty men and a few women got close up looks. Yes, we were embarrassed and surprised.
---After the construction work ended Gabby pulled into a rest area. He must have liked truckers or been one. I reminded him I‘m a trucker. May have been a factor. He cruised slowly along side several trucks parked there if he saw a driver inside it or standing along side. He kept reminding Dollie to stay put and fuck when a driver looks in the cab. Several drivers actually walked up and talked to Dollie as they stared in the open windows. Gabby had rolled the power windows down in the rest area.
----He put up the windows up pulling out on the highway, continued to an off ramp, and back the other way to the other rest area headed back toward town, or wherever we were. Same thing. More happy truckers. Then the same road construction on that side. Maybe 25 truckers got their eyes full before a construction supervisor told us to get our clothes on or he was calling the cops. Got dressed, game over. Well sorta.
-----Gabby got off the next off ramp for safety and took a country road back toward Lake Michigan. He asked us if we had one more good fuck left. He’d like to watch me doing it doggie fashioned while he parks to look. Pulled over in some small county park and we started making Gabby happy. I remember him saying he can’t see in that pussy from the front seat. Asked if he could stand outside the passenger rear window with it down. I said “you’re the boss.” I long stroked Dollie and pumped her full as Gabby stared in the side window. Now game over!
---Both cabs had a Kleenex holder and Kleenex. Must have been just for that purpose. Gabby said they were for runny noses---and other things.

THE REAL DOLLIE STORY--How and Why
 

Dollie said these stories make her look like a common wh*r* and I need to explain a few things. What ever she became we had one hell of a life together.


---Most of this information has been written a number of times. But some of these stories are so unbelievable you need to know "THE REST OF THE STORY."
---As I began writing more very personal stories I realized you don’t know exactly why Dollie changed so drastically. These figures may not be exact and I am trying to keep it short. Hopefully after you read what’s here you will begin to understand why Dollie and I went sex crazy! Believe me, I am not trying to brag but I can’t help it.
---Besides naturally growing up, Dollie went thru three very dramatic breast size changes when each of our three kids were born, among other physical and mental changes. When we met, Dollie was a skinny 15 year old with decent sized yet not outstanding boobs.
---First son was born Dec. 1958, when she was 17. Naturally her breasts filled with milk and grew several sizes larger. Surprisingly they seemed to stay nearly the size as they were when she nursed for several months. Second son 1964, when her boobs grew even larger. 1970 our daughter was born and Dollie’s boobs were roughly soccer ball sized and very firm. Each time they seemed firmer and remained nearly the size they were while producing milk.
---When the first son was born in Dec 1958 Dollie went into convulsions and nearly died. I was told she wouldn’t make it. Miracle number one for us. After our daughter was born Sept 1970 Dollie also had a hysterectomy and some other female type surgery. 29 years old and no more menopause. I guess she went thru what is known as change of life. Dollie got very passionate and sexy. This is when she wore clothes even wilder than I was training her to wear. Now I was begging Dollie to put clothes on rather than wear less. She acted sexier and wanted sex way more. Nothing bad about any of this part!
----Even while dating, I was training Dollie to dress more sexy and act naughty. Her and her young girlfriends taught each other to perform sex while they watched each other and me. All of these things were over more than a ten year period up until 1970. We hadn’t noticed dramatic changes after the 1970 surgeries. They just happened.
---After the third kid, 1970, Dollie saw her doctor several times because her boobs seemed to remain too firm and were making too much milk. Dollie said all he’d do is fondle them and tell her they were just fine. She didn’t nurse any of the kids long. Each time Dollie was using a breast pump to remove the milk. The new improved size and firmness was the only thing we all noticed. To me they were too hard. In time they did get softer and hung slightly. Actually more natural. (Another story about what happened to the mothers milk is here.)

---- After the 1970 surgery and birth of her third child, Dollie’s breasts seemed four times larger than when she was 16 when we married. That hysterectomy and other surgery caused changes that I really didn’t like. Her pussy seemed four times larger too! Dollie’s pussy always tightened back up shortly after the two boys were born. Up till then I could hit the knob at the bottom of her pussy. Now really not a bad thing since I could bury my penis easily, she no longer screamed, and it didn’t hurt. I do remember now that’s when she seemed to be masturbating even more than before. Plus begging me to fuck and masturbate her more. Also, not bad things. Not sure about the time period, but this could be when she began refusing getting semen on her body and stopped using dildos and other play things.
---We were both now super proud of her body and she loved showing it. At 30 years old this was not the girl I married! Breasts her size were uncommon back then and she got way more attention than either of us wanted. From 1971 thru about 1987 she grew into a very filled out and sexy woman, mentally and physically. It's unbelieveable Dollie didn't turn into a fucking machine rather than a masturbation machine. Keep in mind, this all happened slowly and we really never noticed the changes at first. I was having too much fun with her.
---Then more intestinal problems, weight gain, bad varicose leg veins, and several exploratory surgeries. Games over. In 1989 we adopted our first grandson which added to our life changing ways. After retirement in 1994 it’s almost like Dollie was another person again. At first she was saying she’s too old to dress like a sl*t. But old men were slobbering and begging to see more of her. Young bikers started paying attention and fondling her. Too old yet feeling like a kid again. Almost back to that sexy girl of the 70’s and 80’s.

---I believe she changed again after she nearly died after more exploratory surgery, colon surgery, spider bite emergency surgery, and finally a tummy tuck to rid her of those awful surgery scars. This was when her breasts had to be reduced over 25 % to make both match after having the left one surgically cut down from the Brown Recluse spider poison. It was nice she had large enough boobs to be able to do the surgery and still have some. They are still bigger than many. Finally having the chance to attend wild bike events and discovering a nude beach just helped her along.


---So now you see why, in these stories, Dollie was flaunting and sharing her body. She was given at least three more chances to live and enjoy life. We both loved the attention. I was actually lucky she wouldn’t swap for intercourse. I may have lost her.
----I didn't even realize a lot of these things affected Dollie's behaviour until I got deeper into my stories. The TAXI CAB stories and the Dunes stories made me feel I needed to explain. Now it makes sense to us. How about you?

TAXIS, TRUCKERS, AND TRUCK STOPS---Gabby the Cabby Continues
 

TAXIS, TRUCKERS, AND TRUCK STOPS

---Still in Gabby's cab, Dollie and I got dressed after we both climaxed several times. Next thing I remember we were back out on a fairly busy two lane highway. Gabby said “I don’t know about you two but it’s my supper time. Must have been somewhere after 7PM or later. He pulled into a medium sized truck stop and parked right near the front entrance. Not many cars there and we couldn’t see how many trucks were out back. I told Gabby that Dollie can’t go in there dressed like this. Dollie tugged on her top and pulled her tiny skirt down sort of hip hugger style. She said “look it’s at least 6” to 8” below my ass. She had me tie knots in her narrow top straps to keep it above her boobs. Actually she was covered fairly well.:o
---Gabby said he eats there often and the trucker’s lounge has little cubbies where it’s fairly private. (Remember those old truck stops where each booth had a wall phone, phone books, and a wall filled with dispatcher numbers and loads to be hauled?) That’s where we sat and with Dollie against the wall it was fairly private. I slid in next to her and Gabby across from us.
---Dollie and Gabby had to use the restroom so walked together. Dollie was back first. I told her to sit on the other side, hoping Gabby would sit next to her. In the few minutes we had alone, I told Dollie it was time to let one of those cab drivers do a little playing of his own. Why not make it an old one? She grinned and agreed. Without me saying anything, Dollie unbuttoned the two lower of the three buttons on that wrap around skirt. The top one was all that held the waist band together. She also popped a few buttons on her low blouse. Gabby saw Dollie sitting there, bare legs slightly spread, and boobs mostly out. She grabbed her titties and jiggled them as Gabby walked to the table.
---No one had to tell Gabby where to sit or what to do. But it wasn’t as private as it first appeared. A big yellow cab out front, two big titties hanging out, and several truckers coming in and out to eat, made things interesting. I found out they weren’t all truckers. They were some of those construction and road crew men who’d gotten a look in that passing cab earlier. We ordered then talked, as Gabby fondled, and one or two of those road crew guys would walk up and thank Dollie for making their day a little bit better. Words to that affect. Must have been 6 or 8 guys soon making a stop, stare, and compliment Dollie while at that not-so-private booth.
---As long as we were seated there, we really didn’t care. Gabby admitted after using the restroom he went into the main restaurant area and told some of those construction guys we were here. No wonder they found us! As we ate, Gabby fondled and fingered a bit. He didn't ask. Dollie let him! Again shocking to me. He also told us more about what truckers and cab drivers really see. He said they all exaggerate. Gabby admitted that him, Clyde, or no one else probably saw anything like we showed them. He said on average when a gal flashed it was just seconds. If a woman was topless it was only 5-15 minutes while taking her across town. Same with masturbating and intercourse. Often his only views of any thing were from the rearview mirror while driving in heavy traffic. Even those nude couples fucking as he parked and watched were over in minutes. Little more than what a trucker saw. Gabby repeatedly thanked us for putting on a special porn show for him and Clyde. He said they’ll be talking about this for another 20 years.

----Seems like one or two more young construction workers stopped to stare at Gabby fondling Dollie. Gabby asked them where they are staying. “Down the road a few miles at the Green Lake motel and the Cum Rite Inn. Said there must be 25 of the crew in each motel. They asked us to stop in and visit. Gabby’s reply was “not a bad idea.” I told him it really wasn’t a good idea. We must have killed an hour in that truck stop. Gabby was having a good time with Dollie and several more construction guys got a peek at her pussy and tits when Gabby moved his hands!
Dollie was whispering "I'm cummin, I'm cummin."

Gabby the Cabby---TAXIS, HOOKERS, AND HEAVEN 1971
 

TAXIS, HOOKERS, AND HEAVEN
________________________SATURDAY EVENING June 1971



--- Something like three hours time left to ride around in Gaby's Cab. Of course the only things we could think of was to ride up toward Kenosha at the pier and marina there. Gabby said he should stay in Illinois so headed back toward town. Getting dark so people looking in cabs wasn’t gonna be possible soon. Gabby said he still had a few surprises. It’s Saturday night and the prostitutes would be out. What if I stop and give a few a ride if they want one? We both seemed puzzled but were both naked again, maybe fucking. I mentioned something about those wh*r*s might want to sell me some pussy but I’ve already had more than I can handle today. Dollie told Gabby as long as they leave her alone she don’t care if they ride along. Might be fun.
---I’d say we were on the shady side of this religious town and several street corners had pretty young women decorating them with semi clad bodies. We didn’t expect this here. Gabby passed several corners then pulled up with all the windows down next to a group of “working girls.” Sort of comical. Pretty young girls wearing tiny skirts and boob showing tops staring in a cab with a naked couple. Have no idea what any of them said but they seemed surprised and happy. Gabby asked them if any needed a cab. At least half dozen grabbed the doors and said “hell yes.” Gabby said something like “only room for two. First in gets a ride across town and back free.” Two skinny little girls climbed in, one on each side. Before the cab left the curb both girls were working on me and Dollie. I knew she didn’t like it, but we were both being masturbated by 20-30 year old prostitutes. What's not to like for free?
-------Again, time stood still as we spent time riding in a taxi cab in heaven. The girls asked how much we were gonna pay them. I think I said it first, then Dollie. How much are you gonna pay us? Nothing more was said about money. The girl masturbating me gave me a blow job and in a short time I could no longer hold back.
--- I’d done pretty well not ejaculating much on those two days of taxi cab sex. She could feel my cock swell and took every drop! She sucked and sucked until I was barely draining anymore. When she finally pulled it out of her mouth the other girl laid over Dollie’s naked body and gave me another blow job. Dollie’s tits were rubbing on the girl’s back and Dollie wiggled them around. This time I could last much longer. But eventually I shot another small load down her throat.
---They sat there laughing and kissing each other, with jazz running out their mouths, both masturbating me again as Dollie watched.
----I reminded Dollie that this is how you do it. Dollie could never take it when I ejaculated. She’d choke and get sick. I guess Gabby returned to the street corner where he picked them up. It was goodbye and thank you.

Gabby at THE TAXI STAND
 

THE TAXI STAND

---I have no idea what time it was. Dark and late. Had to be around 10PM. SATURDAY..............I told Gabby we had a long day and would like to go back to the campground. He understood and agreed it had been a long fun day. Gabby said he has one more surprise on the way back. Since it’s dark and the city wasn’t crowded he’d like to introduce us to the night crew and night dispatcher. That way everyone there would meet us and know who they were talking about the next ten or twenty years. We agreed and started to get dressed. Gabby begged us to remain naked and be doing something kinky when he pulls up to the taxi stand. He then got on the radio and called in. Clyde did this in broad daylight with a larger crew. I guess one driver and the dispatcher wouldn’t be so bad.
----Seems like when Gabby pulled up in front of the taxi office Dollie was sitting on my lap facing the front of the cab, fucking me. This was the best position to show off and us still be able to see who’s looking. Sort of remember a cab driver, the dispatcher, and some other guy at the curb when Gabby parked. He’d already lowered the window on the left rear side. Heads were sticking inside and eyes were watching. Dollie overdid it. Somehow I had a fresh wad of semen and pumped her full. To me, the most embarrassing thing of all is wiping jazz off my prick while other men watch! Dollie made the mess so I made her clean it up.
----The second most embarrassing thing in the world is being introduced to a bunch of strange men while naked with an erection! It wasn’t exactly a surprise yet the embarrassment made up for it. The third most embarrassing thing in the world is watching your wife naked on hands and knees with her wet pussy spread wide open with semen running out, as four men stare from a short distance away, as she cleans semen off my prick. Yes, Gabby was standing right there with the other three.
---- As Gabby took us back to the campground he told us that other man was the owner of the cab company and several other businesses in town. A very religious man. That’s when Dollie told me that man spread her pussy wide and stuck several fingers up it as she was cleaning off my cock! Again Dollie hadn’t complained or said anything until then! Gabby said he and the others saw that!
---Back at the RV Gabby thanked us and said call anytime, we still have time on his meter. As always we had great bedtime sex and talked in detail about what had happeed. Amazingly Dollie said she had a great time. I guess she was relaxed knowing she wasn't gonna get screwed. Of course I kept asking "would you do it again?" With a big grin she'd just say "maybe."

NOTE-----I was seeing Dollie do new things. I can’t remember having sex with men watching before. Young guys on a beach, yea! And sure don’t remember her letting anyone else except me and a few of her girlfriends touch her pussy. If any of this happened before this weekend, I can’t remember. Another bonus, Dollie didn’t seem to tire of getting fucked or fingerfucked. I used to wear her out. Now it was me worn out!

FLASHING THE CABBIES
 

-FLASHING THE CABBIES Still June 1971
---We only had one more day of our long weekend left and hadn’t even been to the main beach or sand dunes. This turned into an unusual taxi cab vacation. As we spent a late night fucking and talking about the unbelievable past two days, we agreed that we may as well complete our weekend by taking a Sunday cab ride. What kind of surprises could anyone possibly have left? This would be just a slow ride while teasing the driver as Dollie shows her pussy and tits. No fucking, sucking, or other nasty games. After all, it’s Sunday.
---We slept late after getting to sleep late Saturday night. Must have been 11AM by the time we’d finished breakfast and talked about yet another taxi teasin day. Dollie was lovin this and i was shocked!
SUNDAY MORNING
---We agreed we’d ask for the other driver who was there that first day when we rode with Clyde. Still, there were three day shift drivers so that would leave one not being entertained. Simple. We’ll ask for the older day shift driver, take an hour or so ride. Then hire the young guy for another hour. I’m guessing Clyde was 45, the old day guy at least 65, and maybe the kid was my age, 32 or so. Ah varity.;)
----I didn’t want to call a cab. I wanted this time to be more of a surprise. Yet we didn’t want to walk all the way into town again either. So I drove in and parked a block from the taxi stand. We’d walk from there. I told Dollie it would be neat if she wore nothing but a light weight raincoat and became the cartoon flasher. We didn’t have raincoats but she did have a tight button down dress that looked nice. She put it on but didn’t button any buttons. She wrapped it around and used a skinny rope belt to keep the dress closed. Nothing like the old days when I had to beg and trick her into doing these things.
---Hey, just like a raincoat. We’d walk inside, ask for a cab, and tease the dispatcher. Then Dollie would open her dress and flash him. We had no idea which driver may be available. We’d just take any of the two. But not Clyde. Sounded like a plan. So we walked into the taxi office and only the dispatcher was there. We did what we’d planned, giving the dispatcher a full long look. He jumped up, ran around his desk, and began fondling Dollie.
He led Dollie around the desk, shoved her into his padded leather chair, and began masturbating her without asking. Yet again, Dollie didn’t try to stop him or complain! ???????? Who was that woman? Maybe 5 minutes or so, he was interrupted by the company two-way radio.
---It was the older driver wanting to know if there were any fares to pick up. Good, that was the driver we wanted next. I whispered not to tell who his fares were. While waiting we informed the dispatcher we only wanted an hour’s ride then we wanted to switch to the younger driver for another hour. The dispatcher understood and said he’d like an hour himself when we get all thru. SURPRISE! In a few minutes the older driver was at the office. We’d waited outside for him.
----I believe at the campground several times and while waiting for this cab I questioned why Dollie was letting other men masturbate her. Her answers were like---well you’ve always begged me to do it and I guess it just happened. It’s fun. But no fucking. (Something like that) As the cab pulled up Dollie stood close and let her dress fall open. She hadn’t retied the skinny belt and was only holding the dress shut. I stood closely on one side and we hoped no one was around to notice. At the angle she was only the driver would really get a look since she was holding the dress outward shielding any side view. The old guy saw enough to make him smile. He asked if he was going to get a ride to remember too. We both said something like we hoped so. I always let Dollie in first so she’d be more in the middle, for rear view mirror viewing and better viewing when a driver was turned around looking back.
---The dress was already above her knees yet not terribly short. She had left it open so when getting in the cab. It slipped behind her and fully open. Without removing or adjusting the dress, she was nearly nude right there at the taxi stand. The old driver, Ted the Taxi man, asked where we wanted to go. I just told him anywhere with some privacy so Dollie can get naked and we can fool around. “Yes sir,” he said and headed out of town toward the south this time.
---I asked him what he’d like to see us do and what he’d like to see. Ted the Taxi man told us as long as he gets to see some titties and that pussy spread open once in awhile he’ll be happy. He said he’d be happy to park someplace and just stare at her spread pussy. I told Ted the Taxi man to pull over anyplace he feels safe. Maybe 10 minutes later he did. I’d been fondling and fingering Dollie most of the time and Ted was trying to watch in the mirror as he drove.
---I told Dollie it was time to entertain a taxi cab driver. When she asked me what should she do I laughed and said show Ted the Taxi driver what he asked for. The next half hour Dollie rubbed, spread, and fingered her hole until it was soaking wet. She was yelling, moaning, repeating that she was cumming, and she was begging to be fucked. I kept telling her Ted wants to see you playing with your tits and your pussy. If I fuck you he can’t see inside it. So she alternated fondling her tits and nipples, and rubbing her c*nt. Glad no one pulled up because the windows were down and Dollie was screaming. But she'd soon scream even louder! Still she kept begging to be fucked. I told her if I do you're going to get a fuck to remember. I was as hot as Dollie was. Watching her all weekend doing things I never dreamed of, I was going to give her a fuck she hadn't dreamed of in years.
---Our hour was nearly over so I got her on hands and knees on the back seat and really let her have it. Before her hysterectomy and other female surgery she could have never taken me ramming that hard and deep. Dollie was screaming yet yelling for more. She did too good. I was ejaculating in minutes. Together we cleaned up our messes as Ted the Taxi driver headed for the taxi stand and a waiting 32+ year old driver. I felt good. Ted said he's never seen such a wild great fuck.
I'd made sure I got her in positions that Ted the Taxi driver would enjoy from the front seat of that cab. He was thanking us both all the way back to town. We went from flashing exhibitionists to fucking exhibitinists almost ovenight without me begging. Two reasonably shy inexperienced kids. WTF happened to us? Fucking with an audience seemed so much more exciting.

NICK THE NIPPLE NIBBLER
 

-NICK THE NIPPLE NIBBLER-----Still June 1971 and our wild taxi cab advuntures

---I’d guess it was near 2PM SUNDAY when we climbed into the second cab. This time Dollie held her dress closed until we got to the edge of town. I’m not even sure why or when but she soon had it off. Nipple Nibbler Nick, a 32 year old tit lovin guy my age had problems trying to drive the taxi thru traffic and out of town another direction while looking in the rear view mirror. Dollie, two years younger, at 30, was lookin hot.
--- I sort of repeated our rules and game plans to Nick. He said he would love to pull over and watch us fuck while he plays with those large titties. I told Nick the other drivers had to stay in the driver seat to watch. There was some discussion about this. Nick was telling Dollie he’d sure love to suck on those big titties. That must have gotten to Dollie. She finally agreed to let Nick get in the back seat and play with her titties while she sits on me to fuck. Playing with Dollie's titties was always asking for trouble.
----Wasn’t long before Nick pulled into some park near a lake. Dollie hadn’t climbed on my penis yet when Nick was beside us in the back seat of the taxi. Dollie was trying to get my cock out of the top of my shorts while Nick was feeling her boobs. Again, to make this less awkward, Dollie climbed on me facing forward as I sat pretty much in the middle of the back seat. Nick the Nipple Nibbler was soon on his hands and knees on the floor sucking Dollie’s tits and playing, using both hands. Nick had plans of is own!
----Dollie was squirming and moaning as I rammed her pussy as hard as I could shove my cock in. Before her last baby I'd have to spend quit some time working it in slowly. Now it was snug yet very plyable and super juicy from the previous activity. All three of us were yelling and talking about orgasms. Dollie’s pussy was again getting wetter, I was ejaculating in it, and Nick said he was cumming in his pants. Seems like Nick was nonstop chewing, sucking, and fondling Dollie's boobs. Our hour, and then some, was over way too soon. Back to the taxi cab office.

THE MASTURBATING DISPATCHER
 

THE MASTURBATING DISPATCHER Our last day, Sunday, June 1971 about over.
-----We really hadn’t given any more thought about the dispatcher saying he wanted his hour of fame too! But soon found out he was ready and willing. After Nick parked his cab, we talked awhile then went inside to thank the dispatcher and see how much we owe. He told us we still have time, asking us if we have time for one more ride with him. I looked at Dollie. She smiled and told him we have all day. I remember us getting the cab before this around 2PM. Sunday. Our hour with Nick must have went on overtime but we remembered it didn‘t even seem like an hour. I believe it was nearly 4PM when we got in that cab the second time with Dispatcher Dave. No more begging Dollie. I was shocked and surprised the entire Taxi Cab weekend.
---Dispatcher Dave began with another surprise. He said we don’t need to explain the rules to him. Nick left his radio microphone keyed all the time we talked about games and when he was in the back seat. Dave went on to tell us he knows we are probably fucked out, Nick did a good job on Dollie’s titties, and we need to relax. He said “here’s my plan. You and Dollie don’t have to do anything. I got interrupted masturbating her earlier. I’d like to get in back with you both and spend most of your next hour fingering her wet pussy.” I told Dave that Dollie has never really done this before until now. It’s up to her.
----I looked at Dollie and she was smiling. I said “it’s up to you.” Dispatcher Dave told Dollie he’d be gentle and quit anytime she asked. Dollie told him “Maybe----- then OKAY!“ I told Dave “you do realize we’ve been playing with that thing and I filled it full of jazz?” Dave said something like “I’m going to finger it, not eat it!”
----Not much more to tell about dispatcher Dave’s masturbation taxi trip. He drove to the same lake as Nick went. I’d bet this was one of their favorite stops. A fairly secluded and unused fishing lake parking area. At least during daytime on this Sunday afternoon. Dollie’s dress was wide open. Dollie’s pussy was wide open. Dollie moaned, squirmed, and yelled, loving every minute of most of another hour as Dave fondled and masturbated her.

---Many firsts and a very unusual camping weekend. I discovered the NEW DOLLIE.

MORE REPEAT.

---From then, summer 1971 thru most of 1987 it got better…or worse. Changes I never expected. Dollie couldn’t get enough masturbation. Yes, at that time period her breasts were much larger, remaining big even after the milk dried up. At the same time her pussy was four times larger and in need of constant attention. Yet she was not interested in letting anyone else have intercourse with her. Now that I look back, that was probably best for me. She could have turned into a fucking machine. What we did those years was often stupid and scary !
--- The few more times we’d walk that trail from the park, before and after that one day, I don’t remember going past the RR tracks and train station. Still, we drove to town shopping and thru town many times. In all the later years we went to that same area for weekends and vacations I don’t remember getting another cab there. Really don’t know why. I guess we were too busy along the beach, Lake shore dunes, and on scenic rides.
--I do remember a taxi ride and a few limo rides other places we‘d been on vacations much later. Maybe I will write about those.
----Again after I retired in 1994, and more surgeries, it was like yet another new Dollie. With the help of new friends in Florida we taught her to enjoy masturbation all over again. But this time, like it should have been before………. one stranger at a time. What happened during those 15 to17 years was scary and I never planned on sharing any of it in my CLOSET. There are stories where I made it sound like Dollie was doing something new when they were very old games.
The End of yet another series. What's next in my CLOSET? Something old. Something new?

Whoopsie We Got Caught----- All new Series.
 

If you played kinky games, even only flashed boobys, and never got caught, you weren't daring enough, or didn't play often enough.

-----------Got Kicked Out!
---We were caught playing tittie games, flashing and takin pictures, only a few times. Some were Cops who seemed to arrive out of thin air, and a few Park or Beach Rangers. Each was understanding and fun loving. We got off with a warning or a “be careful next time.”
We even got some tittie showin pictures with MsDollie posing beside some Cops and Rangers. But----we did get caught and run out of a S**** P*** camp ground once . I will write about this event, later maybe hit on the warnings from other Cops and Rangers.
This one time, it wasn’t even our fault that it happened.:o:rolleyes:
---We were at a S---P--k up in a northern State. It was after 1994 and we were retired living in Florida at this time. We had been taking a lot of sexy pictures and Dollie wore very revealing clothing the entire vacation. At this time, she had on a very tiny bikini top. Many sizes too small. On bottom she wore a blue-jean style micro-mini skirt……Nothing more.
---I wore very short shorts. Having a very large barbell in my foreskin, it sometimes hung partially below the leg of my shorts. In crowds, I was careful to pull shorts down farther and sort of tuck the barbell up. Ya didn’t know this shit did ya? We were used to dressing like this because we’d been flashin and taking pictures everywhere we went for over two weeks, camping and site seeing. This included small towns, bars, museums, marinas, beaches, etc.
---We were taking one of several daily walks through the large campground, visiting campers and acting ornery. Our RV was in a separate tiny loop. As women and dogs do, they stop at every fire hydrant…. or restroom.
There was a large shower house-restroom with a bunch of canteen machines under a central shelter. About half way through our walk, Dollie went inside to do her pee thing. I stood leaning on a soda machine to hold it up. A girl, 20 something…we were in mid 50’s…walked toward me smiling. I just happened to notice she wore a very low-cut loose fitting blouse and hot-pants.
--- Lulu, I’ll call her, walked up to the soda machine I was guarding. Politely I stepped away. But not far. Lulu put her coins in the machine and a soda slid out. As she bent over to take it from the dispenser, a boob slipped out. Couldn’t help but notice the round gold piercing ring in her nipple. She smiled and as she raised up, she put her nice medium sized well shaped breast back in her blouse. Again, she put her money in the machine. This time it jammed or something. As Lulu messed with the coin dispenser and worked to get her money back, both titties popped out. Two pretty boobs with a small gold ring in each nipple. Lulu knew I was staring…even as much as I tried not to be obvious! As Lulu finally got the second can of soda, I spoke up. I told her my wife has nipple barbells over small nipple shields.
---We both love seeing people’s piercings. Without blushing, Lulu whipped both boobies out again and gave me a close-up view. Lulu immediately told me she also has a clit ring and her boyfriend has a ring on his Penis. Like, let me see your clit ring, I’m thinking! About then Dollie came out of the restroom, smiling. She said her and another woman could hear everything we said. Most women would get jealous at times like these. Not my Dollie!
--- Little Lulu still didn’t miss a lick. She asked Dollie to show her the nipple barbells, belly button, and clit ring. First, too make this clear, Dollie doesn’t have a clit ring. She pierced one Pussy lip and she hangs a belly button dangle there when out having fun. Other times she wears a small ring. Never did pierce the other lip. Too painful she says! So, here we stood, right in open. Yet no one else was around. Lulu showed us her Pussy ring and her nipple rings. All small gold rings. Then, with Lulu begging, Dollie whipped out her boobs, then lifted her skirt and spread her legs, so Lulu could inspect the jewelry. For some reason, most people seem to have to feel Dollie’s rings, including jiggling and tugging on the c*nt lip dangly!
--- I figured show and tell was over and started to walk away. Lulu said she hasn’t seen this large barbell yet. I explained that I am not circumcised and it is through a hole in the foreskin. At that time she said her boyfriend had no foreskin, being clipped. His small ring is in the skin on top of his Prick, near the end. Now Lulu was determined to see my tool and jewelry! I have always been nervous about this. Not the showing part. But doing it without getting in trouble. As I had told other gals, I told Lulu, it’s just right near the edge of my shorts. No underwear. If you want to see it, you will have to pull it out yourself.
---I no sooner said it when Lulu did it! Again, why do they always have to feel and tug? With one hand Lulu held my cock. The other she wiggled and pulled gently on the large barbell. Dollie and I both mentioned we were told this is the largest made. Lulu agreed calling it a 000 I believe. The shear weight of it hanging from my foreskin has stretched it over an inch and made it necessary to add a stainless washer at the ball tips on each end.
--- Lulu asked us to stop sometime at their tent and visit her and her boyfriend. He’d like to see all our piercings. We never did stop. Figured if they wanted to check us out they’d stop at our RV. This was a kinky surprise and we talked about it several times that week.
---Almost a week passed. We were leaving next morning. Two Park Rangers in a pick-up stopped as we were picking up things like grill and patio lights we wouldn’t need. They told us they heard we had exposed ourselves to a young lady camper. When I attempted to explain, they told us it didn’t matter, we did wrong and asked us to leave immediately. Man, we were tired. But didn’t argue. We both knew what could happen. Dollie and I packed up, hooked up the truck to the RV and got the hell out of there. Pissed! Apparently the boyfriend got jealous and reported us, not giving the entire story. Didn't know if Lulu and boyfriend had to leave too. Drove about 50 miles and pulled into truck stop for the nite.
---Yes, we got in trouble….Once. Once in over 53 years! We don’t count the little warnings because those mostly ended up with happy ending.
I really swept our closet clean on this one. But it isn’t always about Dollie

Whoopsie We got Caught Again !
 

I’ll continue this getting caught series with a story that shows getting caught had some happy endings.
--- An area we loved camping and playing games was just over the Illinois State line in Wisconsin. We could camp in upper Illinois or around the Burlington, Wisconsin area to play in these favorite places, mostly from Lake Geneva to Kenosha, Wisconsin. This game happened at Lake Geneva when we were in our mid-twenties. Nice City beach, nice trail around bottom section of lake behind mansions, many scenic places for booby pictures.
---On one boat tour of the Lake, with a guide telling about the history of the area and other interesting facts, it was mentioned that the Playboy mansion was right near downtown. Dollie and I dreamed of visiting there. This was when the mansion was in full swing and many magazine articles were done there. Like the dreams of owning one of those mansions we walked behind along the other side, beyond the public beach, this was just another dream. Many of those mansions had been originally built as Summer homes for wealthy Chicago business people.
---But what does this have to do with getting caught with Dollie’s top down? Be patient, my friend, and you shall see. There is a bronze statue of an early newspaper cartoon character in the small triangle shaped City Park right downtown. We got booby pictures there, even though this is a busy area with roads on three sides. Many other statues, flower beds, Kodak moments everyplace.
---We wandered into the downtown hotel parking lot. Scenery, etc. just waiting for a pair of bare titties to be displayed for photos. This hotel is several floors tall, with many windows, of course. I’m taking advantage of cars in the parking lot and shrubbery to hide our kinky photo shoot. I’m taking pictures as Dollie says “Cop car right behind you!” Out of nowhere a City Police car was now parked very near. A window rolled down and a voice politely shouted “ come here a minute sir.” The Cop asked “are you about finished here?” Then something about “realizing nude and semi-nude photo shoots are often done in town. But with permits“. Also he added, “someone from hotel called complaining. Please finish and leave the lot.” Then he handed me two coupons looking like business cards. He said something like “in case someone is still watching, they will think this is a ticket. Now please leave.” Cop even mentioned that Dollie was beautiful and photo material.
I didn’t bother looking at the cards. We were in too much of a hurry to walk the two or three blocks to our car and get out of there. Got caught and complemented.
Next story---What were those two business cards?