CLOSET CLEANING
 

There really is no one title for our games. It's sort of a one size fits most. Thiis is simply a group of stories about our life together over 50+ years. We are new here and the little we have read shows many stories make ours look like school kids at a Sunday school picnic. The following stories developed over years and were created from our old notes and our memories while we still could remember. All stories are true. None are sugar coated or meant to have a surprise ending or wild finish. Many names and locations may or may not be changed for obvious reasons. As we got older, other players died and places changed so I began using real names now and then. Only we know the difference.
---We are trying to stick within the guidelines but occasionally some things I am transferring from another forum may sneak thru. Mostly it’s that age thing. Hopefully it’s okay to mention we were married before Dollie was 18 so I will begin with the following year. Our first five or six years sound like a fairy tale. Those stories will come soon.
---Even now as I begin this may not be the right way to do this. All we want to do is share our past.
---We have no reasons to lie. All of these stories were written simply for entertainment and to help get younger people to join our life style. Admitting the truth, at 73 Dollie still has never sucked or fucked another man. A deep dark secret long ago still haunts her. How I ever got in her pants is still a mystery.
We had no idea many were already into things we still won’t do. But this is our story as it happened. Yes many are mixed up and I repeat often.

BARE YOUR HEARTS, YOUR SOULS, YOUR BODIES

LOOK--LOOK--LOOK-------OUR STORIES WERE WRITTEN SO EACH STORY THAT FOLLOWED WOULD CONTINUE IN A NATURAL ORDER.
But every time I add anything or someone else comments the latest entry goes to the top. Please try to find oldest stories first so there will be less confusion. Maybe I will number them in the future.
We joined so we could share our deep dark secrets of many years gone by. As with a Gay person, we are coming out of our closet while we still can share and enjoy some of our games.
This is not only for us to share stories of our past, but your opportunity to do the same. Please comment often.
---What we thought were nasty, perverted games of a couple of oversexed overgrown children, are only those fantasies, dreams, and games of many others. The difference is we made our fantasy dreams come true!
Use this space to clean out your closet and give others a chance to enjoy your past... perhaps to teach them a thing or two so they may continue our ways of life for the enjoyment of others.
We are not into the Swinging, Swapping lifestyle, Dollie's choice not mine. If that's your bag of tricks, please share those stories also.
---I added a second part , "Whoopsie we got Caught". Because, in life, everything doesn't always come out Roses. Again, feel free to tell about those times you were caught.
Okay guys and gals, start sweeping your closet out.
All our stories are true life adventures ---Don't forget to add your own stories.
This is OUR closet, yours and mine Sometimes starting with our first story is less confusing.
Cumming Out of Closet #1 was first story.
Cumming Out of Closet #2 was second.
Then Whoopsie got caught.------
Those who have read some of my early stories over will notice I make changes and additions to old stories. I also add new stories in old topic sections as they happen or I remember. This Closet thing is constantly developing.
After opening our closet years ago, I am still learnin. It is only beginning to come here to you.
After that, I just added topics

As I continue to write old and new stories I realize I have been adding a lot of detailed descriptions about things not related to those games. Mostly things about the past that many of you haven't seen or done. Hopefully these bits of history will make the stories even more interesting.

The real Introduction
 

WELCOME to our strange world as it's remained hidden in our immaginary closet for years.

My fetish has always been tits. (.)(.) Lucky for me Dollie has always had a nice set for me to enjoy. In a very short time while dating I realized that others seemed to enjoy Dollie's tits also. At the time she was only a teenager with her boobs hidden under sloppy country clothes. But now they were mine...all mine. It also didn't take either of us long to realize that her and I could still enjoy them, yet show and share them with others. Oh the joy of it all!

This boob thing wasn't new to Dollie. She was ****d several times and had her little titties molested almost daily by several farm hands during a summer long ago. Both her older sister and mother were basically wh*r*s dressing like it with their tits out for young boys and old men to fondle. Yet Dollie and her younger sister remained covered to the neck and weren't interested in boys.

Cum along for my introduction.

For a few years I actually kept a notebook of games, places, and descriptions of people who we played tit games with. After awhile it became confusing and impossible to keep score. But that was a good thing! Someplace I still have my original game plans and rules.
Yet another thing that ended up being a waste of time and only made the games confusing, was planning games and trying to make them happen. It took more time than actually playing the games as they just happened in real life. Dollie hated preplanned games too. I soon found out that games she refused to play when we discused them just seemed to happen and go well in public.
For instance, no way was she going to let strangers see her nipples. And never would anyone see her pussy or touch her tits. As we all know now, doing it is always much more fun than talking about it. I was often amazed when it was her who picked a kinky game and often began without me.
That very first time we started letting young men fondle her bare boobs for photos was in 1978 or 79, in her mid 30's. That was her idea! Sure, I'd talked and begged for years before it happened. But it was the right time, the right place, and the right partners there in the sand dunes of Lake Michigan in Illinois.
The very first polite clean-cut young nudist asked "where can I put my hands?" Dollie's simple answer "anyplace you want to!" I can't remember now how many young men we got quick boob holding photo shoots from that day, and the next few weeks, but it was a lot. What a great exerience. We both discovered that rarely can a man just hold a booby without fondling it!
This proved to be a bonus to everyone. Most of the time the random nudist stood behind Dollie while I took pictures with my old $20 Poloroid camera, point and shoot 110 film cameras, or 35MM camera.
Many attempted to hide their face. Each photo shoot took awhile to focus and adjust. A few simple photos often took over thirty minutes, depending on the fun. Passing clouds and getting just the right angle were important. Truthfully I could have always just pointed and shot. Watching the looks on Dollie's and the model's faces was worth waiting for.
---Of course this led to rubbing and pinching her nipples which was why Dollie was ready for the next photo shoot. Forgot, she was wearing either a bikini bottom or hot pants at the time.
As a bonus and unexpected by her at first, young studs with full erections rubbing on her butt cheeks and thighs added to her excitement. As much as I'd coax she never touched one of them. Dollie admitted she climaxed often and was enjoying the penis' rubbing her as much as being fondled.
One time together a 12" black erection and another 6" black one rubbed each butt cheek, inner and outer legs as the two of them worked on those tan titties and continued bragging about such a pretty white woman.
We're proud to say that many of most races, colors, and legal ages have fondled those boobs.
I'm giving away the stories.

I forgot the exact year but again north of Chicago while sunbathing nude along Lake Michigan I tricked Dollie into showing her pussy to strangers. Most likely in mid 70's.
We were far down the beach in a little used area. Not far in from the Lake is a raised dunes area with underbrush and small trees where we'd keep our supplies shaded and we'd sunbath out of view of anyone until they got near. At first we'd cover up. But later as others may be walking by topless or nude we got braver.
Dollie liked this way of sunbathing because people could see her yet could not really see her face up there laying flat. Most people were out for a walk down the beach to relax and get some sun. Near the Lake there are rocks making walking barefoot impossible for long. Further up the sand is soft which also makes walking tiresome. Right up near that approximately three foot raised bank at the scrub line the ground was almost like a firm path, making walking easy. That's where most people walked.
---My job was to watch both ways for hikers. Naturally I was ornery and didn't always cover up or warn Dollie in time if they were naked or showing skin. Note that we had weeds, bushes, and small trees on each side so we were also out of sight to passing hikers until they were right upon us at eyeball highth.
Yes, she got pissed when someone walked past and said hi. But rarely did anyone slow down or stop. I was gonna change that! Eventually I convinced Dollie to keep her legs spread. This went well as a few young men stared up her crotch as they passed. I believe a few stopped briefly to visit and stare.
---Things were going well according to my perverted mind. Next, I spread her pussy lips just before a young man passed us. I could hear a couple of those young guys talking about Dollie's pussy so knew they got a good look. Remember, this is a semi secluded long beach. Everyone who passes must return.
---Well, the guys who'd gotten a look at Dollie's tight pussy would look again. Oh yes. Those few who saw the pink spread hole also looked again. Two of them stopped to compliment Dollie on the nice view. Of course, her pussy wouldn't remain spread open long. One of them mentioned how they loved looking inside it. So, being a friendly sort of guy, I pulled Dollie's lips wide open as they stepped up closer to inspect it.
This happened the first time nearly 40 years ago so I don't recall how many young men got to look at and in Dollie's pussy. Sure, she was pissed. Later she reminded me of how pissed she was. But she always got over it.

---Once Dollie played any game and found out how enjoyable it was future games were just part of our daily routine. After many years it was as easy as taking photos with family and friends fully dressed.
Raising kids, work, normal life, and female surgeries, showing pussy soon stopped until after we retired and moved to Florida. Now Dollie said she was too old and no one would want to look. WRONG! We soon found out old guys love looking at pussy even more than young guys. After all, most old guys no longer get to see it. Wives don't normally show pussy and young girls think us old guys are too perverted to be looking at theirs.
--- It wasn't long before we were meeting a few of those nudist bikers several times a year. Dollie found out that when I had help begging her to get even kinkier, she eventually gave in. Yet no games happened overnight. Years of hinting, begging, tricking, before we got Dollie to as far as she goes today.
She's still a one man women when it comes to a few things. But she's been amazing for years playing games she said she'd never do! All of this and still a mother, grandmother, member of the PTO and Church, a good neighbor, member of the old car club and AARP.
This is just a quick explaination of how things happened. Only those who shared our games ever knew until I opened this CLOSET CLEANING group. And our wilder games were only played far from our town and usually out of state with people we'd most likely never see again. Even here in Florida very few of our special friends know where we live.
I'll admit we are perverts and maybe a little strange. But we've seen a lot wilder things happen and we've made many great memories and friends.
Embarrassing at times. Yet a lifetime of memories. It all started while camping many years ago.

SLOWLY EXPLAINING OUR CLOSET.
 

I decided to add this note in several places to help clear up questions about our memory. ---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 computer, my special friends and our new kinky Pen Pals wanted to hear our stories. The “Pen Pals” were couples I’d met thru those want adds looking for love and fun times. I’d narrowed it down to a few like-minded tit game partners within 300 miles.
--- I’ve been hand printing these stories since the early 60’s on a yellow notepad with pen, often while sitting in the yard sunbathing, first in Illinois, then in Florida. Remember pen and paper?
---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.
----Recently, in another grey small metal box, she found the latest, long forgotten stories. With this information, and memories returning, I wrote even more stories . What was hidden in those metal storage boxes, the vehicles and RV’s we drove, and our memories, all but exact words have been recreated.
--- Come on in and join us in our closet. First a disclaimer, as suggested by my lawyers and psychiatrists. Anything written here may be true or fiction. People and locations may be figments of my imagination. Sometimes nice people in white coats bring a computer into my private padded cell. This is how I pass my time.
Okay these stories really are our true life adventures. We couldn't make this shit up.

CLOSET..... A simple way of telling others you are finally letting people know some of your hidden secrets. Term first used when revealing a person’s sexual preferences. Now a way of sharing anything normally unknown by friends and relatives. This is going to be an ongoing open closet adventure.
Our secrets have nothing to do with being Gay. Happy, but not Gay! -----------We have no dead bodies hidden in our closet. But many hot, and sometimes naked, bodies. Ours are mild stories compared with others we have been told and things we have seen.
As explained before, we have played sexy, mostly tittie games (.)(.) for many years. Only close friends and those involved in the games knew of our secrets. We considered what we had done nasty, kinky, and pervasive. Yes, much of it was, and is, illegal. But, depending where you are, nearly everything is illegal in someone's law books.
In no way have we intentionally offended or hurt anyone. Just the opposite, we have put many smiles on many faces and left memories and friends. One more thing, many names have been changed to protect the guilty and respect privacy. Also, when describing places, only general descriptions are given for the same reasons. Those of you attending events, or living near the places, will figure them out. Still, the actual location may be a 1000 miles away.
I tell some stories which may be too long. Some sexy, some kinky, some boring, some explaining how and why we did these things. Even stories teaching others how to play our games.
Without any more rambling, I’m opening our closet door, rusty hinges forced wide, for your enjoyment, education, disgust, or embarrassment. As friends, site members, and mature adults, you have the choice of reading each new post as I enter them…..or ignoring them.
It is my purpose here to share our games and experiences. If only a few enjoy this series, a few laugh, a few ask to play some games with us, and a few experiment and try one or two games, I will have succeeded in sweeping out our closet. These are more for the stories rather than pictures. I'll tose in one now and then just for fun.
---Jim is an old friend we met after retiring while camped at a small clothing optional bike camp. He first showed and taught me about computers and porn. A very nice dirty ole man. In fact Jim was one of the first to fingerfuck Dollie after retiring. Did I mention he's a nice dirty ole man?

FIRST DATES
 

First Dates
Since I am going back to when I created this group CLOSET CLEANING I am going to actually start at my beginning with Dollie. My love life really didn’t get started until I got my first car. I imagine many did then. For me it was a slow start. I was interested in cars, racing, customizing cars, learning and playing a few musical instruments, roller skating, all with my male friends. This and working in a grocery store after school and weekends left no time for girls. Yes, I was interested in them.
Back then porn and girlie magazines were hard to come by. My early boob sightings were at the movie theater during news breaks showing topless African women, in National Geographic, and my uncles Playboy and a few other magazines. None really showed a lot of female flesh.
My younger brother and his girlfriend were constantly setting me up with blind dates. Yep, younger brother already had two steady girls he was banging! Occasionally I’d go on one of those blind dates. They weren’t really strangers. Most were in some of my high school classes or girls I’d seen around the school before. Actually all were nice looking and built decently. There were very few obese kids around back then. We got exercise by walking to school, gym classes, and running around the neighborhoods after school, etc.
Knowing those girls from classes and their brothers made dating scary. Eighteen year old girls loved to talk about their date nights. Didn’t want to end up with a bad name so rarely even cuddled or kissed any. Besides, none really turned me on.
Along came a skinny hillbilly looking new kid in school, introduced by brother’s girlfriend again. She knew me by pictures in newspaper about something I did in an art class. But I wasn’t interested in that sloppy dressed redneck soundin kid.
Still don’t know why, I agreed to take her to the drive-inn movie. That’s what we did back then. Took our date to eat at the local drive-inn diner then the movie on the edge of town. Did that with all my dates before. Did it with Dollie.
First date was uneventful. About like the other gilrs. May have held hands or even snuggled. But don’t even remember kissing. Dropped her off in front of her house because I was warned daddy doesn’t like boys. Still no kiss. As far as I was concerned one date was gonna be all for that little girl wearing the long sloppy dress and loose blouse. It was so sloppy fitting I didn’t even know Dollie had titties at that time.
Found out she had turned down another date to go out with me. Coincidently, I had turned down a date too with a cute little gal I was hangin out with off and on for over a year. Way before I had a car. Sandy had a nice pair of boobies and I often fondled them through her tops. Never ever saw them or felt the bare things. But this had been our plans for that same drive-inn movie night I took Dollie instead. Not knowing it, Dollie caused me to not get to see and feel my real first titties. But I got even!
Again, not knowing why, I dated Dollie a few weeks later. Same date, drive-inn diner, drive-inn movie. I always parked just ahead of the concession stand where they sold food and the restrooms were.
My first car was not a real hotrod. A maroon 1949 Dodge club coupe with wide white wall tires and fender skirts. This was a two-door, short roofed car that appeared to have only a front seat. But there was a full rear seat with small side windows. A cool accessory back then was a rear metal Venetian blind. It was fixed, didn’t close. But at the angle I mounted it, visibility inside from the rear was minimal. Later I made removable side screens for those side windows. Went to a lot of outdoor movies so wanted to keep cool in summers.
I always remained in the front seat with those other girls. But after several dates with Dollie I added those screens and we sat in the back with the front seatbacks laid forward. It was semi-private and cozy.
It was about our third date that I began fondling Dollie’s titties. The second date I discovered she had them! She explained that her parents made her wear those baggy clothes and her mother’s bra. Dollie explained that she never wore bras before. On the second date she had removed mommy’s bra and put it in her purse. Found out later that my brother’s girlfriend mentioned I like tits. Little Dollie was already planning to trap me with her booby bait.
This drive-inn movie thing went on every Saturday night most of the year, till it got too cold in winter for the theater to be opened. Probably that third date I was fondling Dollie’s boobs through her blouse. I don't remember whos idea it was. But she was liking it too. So much that either she unbuttoned her top, or asked me to. My first real feel and look at real girl tits! They were much larger than they appeared behind those baggy tops and mommy’s bra!
Wouldn’t ya know, we got caught right off. The concession stand lights and other lights came on as I had Dollie’s tits out fondling them. People were walking between the cars to buy snacks and go to restrooms. Dollie’s white boobs showed up like two light bulbs. We both became embarrassed. But later laughed and enjoyed hearing the comments as more people walked past my car staring inside. Too dumb or busy to cover them up.
The beginning of a life-long game of exhibitionism and fondling. I finally had a girlfriend. After that first time getting caught with Dollie’s tits out, we did it every time we went to the drive-inn movies. To have more room, we'd scoot over to the far right side of that big split bench front seat. I’d fondle the left one and leave the right boob out in the open where people could look in the window at it. After the intermission, we’d move to the back seat for privacy and more room.
This tittie touching and staring caused this young boy to have a bulge in his jeans. In fact, it got very uncomfortable. Tugging and squirming got Dollie’s attention. Copying my inquisitive nature, she began rubbing it through my jeans. She then attempted to get her hands down my pants. My belt and jeans were too tight. Being a polite nice young man, I suggested she unbuckle my belt, unsnap my jeans, and pull my zipper down. She did! Dollie had my penis out staring at it, rubbing it, and pumping it. Now we were both having fun. Or more fun!
In a short time I discovered that when a girl masturbates a young boy, ejaculation happens much quicker than doing it himself! I washed and waxed my car often. Lucky I had some polishing clothes handy. For the record we were training each other.
This became our routine every time we went to the movie…every time we went anyplace! We played with each other as we rode around in the old Dodge. We found a semi-private place on lover’s lane. This is where I’d stop when taking Dollie home from school. In fact this is where we often ended up instead of the drive-inn movie.
Our sex life was well underway. Dollie was beginning to like wearing more and more revealing clothing. Her parents were against it. But girls have ways of making skirts into mini-skirts and blouses lower, after leaving the house.
Dollie was now wearing tight sweaters and short skirts to school. Boys were beginning to notice she had boobs. I began to worry. They were asking her for dates. Lucky for me Dollie turned them all down. I’ve always wondered why she stuck with me. It’s been an exciting and sexy life together. As Dollie masturbated me more often on dates, I discovered my uncircumcised penis couldn’t handle being fully pealed back. Dollie was using two hands often and working my cock in long fast strokes. I was loving it. But after a long weekend of her working on my cock, I was sore and red most of the following week. It hurt to pee!
Of course, since she was masturbating, jiggling, and staring at my manhood, it was only fair I do the same with her honey pot. Wearing min-skirts or short shorts without panties made her c*nt easy to get to. And Dollie never stopped me, right from the beginning. In fact, she’d spread her legs wide and raise up for better access. I was thinking that little pussy was so tight I’d never be able to get my hard cock in there!
After several more dates we were both enjoying each other. We discussed intercourse and agreed we’d wait until we knew each other longer. But obviously we were already getting to know each other quite well!
Again, at the drive-inn theater, we were both going at each other hot and heavy. We admitted we both wanted to go all the way. At about the same time, we said we had a confession to make. Dollie wanted me to go first. But the gentleman I was, I insisted she told her story first.
Seems that when younger she was ****d repeatedly by one of the hired hands who worked for her oldest sister and brother-in-law at their farm. Amazingly, they held Dollie down each time, fondling her little boobs. It was painful because the man was older and she was still a virgin child.
Dollie often stayed at the farm in summers to pick tomatoes and strawberries for extra money. She had no way to leave and was ****d several more times that summer before her parents came. Dollie never told them but begged to go home. No one else ever knew what happened. This made Dollie afraid to have sex with anyone else.
Although I was older, I hardly knew what **** meant. I led a sheltered young life and things of this nature were not discussed. We both cried over this for quite some time. Brings a tear to your eye doesn’t it?
Now it was my turn to confess. When you read this you will probably laugh. As I wrote, I was not circumcised. My younger brother was. But back in the dark ages not every boy was deskinned!
I found out early on that when I masturbated I would hurt myself when pulling my foreskin too far back. Same was true when Dollie did it. For many years I was afraid if I had intercourse I would rip the foreskin off and bleed to death. Too bashful to ask anyone about this. Yes, this was the main reason I never got too involved with other girls. I was afraid kissing and hugging would lead to screwing. And it most likely would have with some of those honey girls from the rumors around school.
Dollie understood my fear and I understood hers. What would we do to find out if this fucking thing would hurt us both? Since we were in love, neither would do anything to hurt the other. Let’s find out! We did. Yes, it did hurt us both. But we also felt pleasure. I found out that a lot of foreplay would make her pussy hot and juicy. By slipping it in slowly I didn’t rip my foreskin off and didn’t bleed to death. Yes, it hurt us both like hell most of the time. But once I had it in we enjoyed every stroke.
This became the biggest part of every date after that. Sometimes we’d stop on lover’s lane for a quickie. We both went home hurting but smiling. Of course, over time, pussy’s get looser and intercourse becomes more fun. Dollie loved it when I rammed my rod to the bottom, and inside her deepest cavities. Her biggest pain was from me bouncing off and on her pubic bone. Mine was my foreskin being forced to it’s limit and more. I’d be so sore and red. Pissing hurt! Still, it never tore or bled. Oh to be young and innocent again!
Okay not really wild closet material. But trying to show how we evolved together.

OUR BOOBY PHOTO GAMES DEVELOPED
 

OUR BOOBY PHOTO GAMES DEVELOPED
I had been looking at girlie magazines and watching TV more. Seeing semi clad pretty girls turned me on even more since I had actually been seeing and fondling a girl. I began buying Dollie mini skirts, low blouses, halter tops, and even a few bikinis. The catch was, she had to wait until her daddy was gone to work to wear them. And be sure he was in bed when she got home.
Found out her mother was a wild and sexy thing herself. She liked seeing Dollie all dressed up like a model. You won’t believe the stories about mommy and the rest of Dollie’s family. They could fill a closet.
After seeing how boys, and men, loved seeing Dollie dressed that way we both wanted her to wear even more revealing clothing. I’d cut and reshape clothes and Dollie would sew them up. I’d coax her to adjust tops and skirts to expose more of her boobs and butt. I began adjusting her straps so a tit would accidentally slip out as she walked, bent, or moved about. This embarrassed Dollie at first and made me jealous. But the attention and compliments soon got her to agree more and more to wear less, show more.
----This designing clothes was as new to me as it was to Dollie. Most of the time I was really testing her to see how much she would actually show. I was experimenting and Dollie was a good student. I immediately got sneaky and wild. When I cut a blouse or skirt, readjusted a strap or lowered buttons, she’d try the items on. Dollie didn’t realize I was then folding hems and lengthening straps to reveal even more than when she tried the clothing on. Often she noticed after wearing something. I’d convince her that it was the way she wanted it. She would wear it with my encouragement. Our games had begun, even though we didn’t know it. They continued for our first year dating. A boob would slip out, or her bare cheeks would show, while out walking along a river or in a park. Still, it wasn’t really a game. I didn’t have a camera and we were just having fun.
---After we married, we began camping weekends. I wanted a camera to take souvenir pictures of scenic things and places where we camped. But what really created our sexy picture games were proving to my brother, his girlfriend, and a few other friends that Dollie really did dress like they sometimes saw her in revealing clothing. They just didn’t believe she’d dress like that in public or I’d let her do it! I began having her stand near statues, signs, historic buildings, and anything that proved we were in public places. Still no bare titties.
---Our tit showing got more advanced. Dollie bent over a water fountain to get a drink. A boob slipped out and I got a picture of it. At this same time, a few other young people saw what happened. The looks on their faces and comments turned us on. We repeated this several other times, waiting for a stranger to appear at just the right time. Each time I took a few pictures with my little 110 film camera.
Had trouble getting photo labs to develop the color film. So began using black and white. It was after that first real accident with Dollie’s tit slipping out for a picture that showing boobs for pictures became our hobby. This was the real beginning of our life-long infatuation for tittie pictures and our 50+ years playing booby games.
Again those same friends couldn’t believe Dollie would show her boobs in public. We’d give them proof! But, even then, our first public tittie pictures may have been in public, but no one saw Dollie’s tits. We’d take our pictures when and where no one was around. When our friends began wondering why other people weren’t in the pictures, we got even sneakier. I positioned Dollie so strangers were in the background.
Still we often talked about how kinky it was actually getting caught taking tittie pictures or just having them exposed. Soon we were actually planning and playing our first real booby games. Dollie got pissed because I’d plan a “getting caught” tittie game and we’d waste a lot of time ’getting caught’ at the right time for a few pictures. So we both agreed we’d just let her dress wild and show her stuff whenever we decided to. If someone was near, we’d have a photo shoot by signs or other things to get us caught accidentally. This ended up being much more fun. By the time that first summer was over we had many rolls of undeveloped film and nowhere to take it. Where do we take those tittie films for developing?
My dad and his friend both were doing photos for years with black and white film only. I asked about learning. Bought an old film enlarger machine and all of the supplies and dad and his buddy taught me how to make my own black and white pictures. Of course, we only supplied decent scenic film rolls for this learning process. Then, I set up my own dark room and developed our booby pictures. I did this for years with black and white photos. But I was also using colored film and scenery of any kind looks much better in color. Again no place to have them developed.
In time I was taking booby pictures with strangers near. Some saw what we were doing, some didn’t. Each time people watched they seemed to enjoy watching, many making nice comments and encouragement. Eventually we’d talk strangers into standing next to Dollie as I took topless pictures of her. This became so much fun, half of our souvenir pictures were with other people…mostly men.
Years passed and we were getting used to these booby photo shoots, with and without strangers watching or posing beside Dollie. Back then the first cheap Polaroid cameras were out. We had several of those. But film packs held only ten photos and usually one or two didn’t come out. This was expensive and awkward to handle while hiking. It wasn’t practical to carry more than a few extra film packs on trails or at the beach. Often strangers would not pose with Dollie because we were using public photo studios for developing. By using the Polaroid cameras hardly anyone refused.
One year we discovered a nude beach area in a State Park we’d gone to for many years. We’d walked naked past this dunes area many times in the past, and during this recent two week vacation. Always had a feeling we were being watched. But never realized that just beyond those small sand hills were hollowed out “blow-outs” where nudists spent afternoons in reasonable privacy. Most were locals and had an understanding that each had his or her own place. Rarely were there more than one or two people in each blow-out hole. A few couples. But mostly one or two nude men sunbathing and reading. We only found this out when a couple of guys stood up to watch Dollie and I walking naked along the beach.
The waves of Lake Michigan are sometimes strong and large. A sand bank about four feet high was formed beyond the beach at the tree and shrub line. This is where we often sunbathed so we could put our cooler and food in a small shaded area beneath a bush or small tree. Beyond this were the small natural sand dunes. We often walked along a few trails near the southern park border, near a small short river so knew the dunes were there. Had no idea this area was a well known illegal nude beach. Illegal but known by park rangers and county police. There was an agreement that the nudists would police themselves and no one was to expose himself to children or families. Since most were locals, they did a good job.
We didn’t cover up but we felt creepy as we hurried on along the edge of Lake Michigan the roughly 1/2 mile area of dunes where most of those cupped out sand holes contained male nudists. Reminded us of ground hogs raising up to take a look at us, then disappearing behind the small dune.
Somehow word of mouth circulated and many more had to take a peek as we walked by. Probably happened for years and we had no idea. Found out the few female nudists or couples remained on the beach in other secluded or little used areas. Very few women were seen by us in those blow-outs. Most that we saw anyplace put on swimsuits or covered with towels as anyone came near, including us. Likewise we always did the same when approaching others on the secluded sections of beach. Yes, Dollie often remained topless.
I’ve always been kinky and in for daring Dollie to do things. We spent several hours well beyond the State Park southern border swimming and sunbathing alone. I often mentioned it would be cool to get pictures of Dollie naked next to a few of those nude men. The more we talked about this the more she thought it was a great idea too. Me fondling her boobs and fucking her in the sand may have had something to doing with her being hot and ready to pose with naked strangers!
We went back to our RV, not stopping to see if anyone was still behind those small sand dunes. We talked more about this and made plans to go back the next morning. Dollie agreed that if some of those young nudists were there she’d pose with them. But would not take off her bottom. At this time no other man touched grown up Dollie’s tits or saw her totally naked. I really never expected her to take it all off.
Since she sometimes got pissed at me for forcing her to do kinky things, I told Dollie that it would be her who walked up and asked the men to pose with her topless. Without hesitation, Dollie agreed. Yet, we were not actually there face to face yet! Next morning Dollie put on her tiniest string bikini. The red and white candy striped one I’d bought through Frederic’s-of-Hollywood in 1957. Couldn’t buy clothes like that in Peoria, Illinois. She still wears the top to this day! Can’t find the bottom.
As soon as we got away from the area where swimmers and sunbathers were, we both undressed. I removed my tiny bikini bottom. Dollie removed her tiny top. I put them both in the small bag we carried with a few sodas and snacks. I was amazed that Dollie still was willing to do this…and do the asking. She’d already been posing topless with strangers for years. But not naked strangers!
We wandered around the tops of the first sand dunes till we saw a young man, naked as a Jay bird, sunbathing. He was about our age, mid-twenties. This was gonna be awkward. But soon after Dollie explained what we wanted he said yes, only if I used the Polaroid camera. See, I expected that. Of course I lied. I explained that we’ve been doing this for years. I told him we take tittie pictures of Dollie with strangers and trade them with other boob game friends who do the same. This seemed to convince our young friend that it may be fun. He was already getting his eyes full staring at Dollie’s boobs.
Our new partner got an immediate erection as Dollie walked up next to him. I always had one when nude in public. As he stood next to Dollie he tried to hide his face behind her and rub his hard cock on Dollie’s bare ass cheeks at the same time. This is where Dollie shocked me… and our photo partner. As he moved about trying to keep his face from view and attempting to not look too awkward, he asked us “ where should I put my hands?” Dollie, without hesitation said “anyplace you’d like!” Yea right!!!!!!
Our first ever naked booby picture partner reached around Dollie and held both tits as I tried to take a few Polaroid pictures. I couldn’t hold the camera still! As I steadied myself, waiting for a few clouds to pass, he worked her nipples and fondled Dollie’s titties. They were both loving this, by the giggles and smiles. I was loving it too.
---But I could not hold that damned camera still enough to take pictures. After I ruined a few Polaroid photos, I suggested using my 110 camera. I assured our partner that we had a special friend who does all of our film developing and no one else would see the pictures except our other booby friends.
All of this time our tittie friend was working Dollie’s titties nonstop. He spent a lot of time pulling, rubbing, and pinching her erect nipples. Speaking of erect, he was also rubbing his hard cock all over Dollie’s bare cheeks. Our first tit holding partner and what a time we had. Seems like we spent an hour or more with that first partner.
After I finally was able to steady the film camera fairly well, I couldn’t help but see how much fun Dollie was having. I love making her happy. So I would make excuses to make our photo shoots last longer. I’d pretend to focus the camera, wait for clouds to pass, have them move slightly into other positions, even have our partner move his hands for supposedly better photos.
We made so much noise that other naked men, from farther away, had been standing over the blow-out hole watching. This made getting them each to pose for more hands-on photos easy. After that, we just wandered down through the sand dunes, asking other naked men to pose with Dollie for pictures. Not all held her boobs. Not all would pose. But very few said no if I agreed to use the Polaroid camera.
These other photo shoots were done much faster so we could get as many nudists as we could that day. To this day, we can’t remember how many guys held Dollie’s titties for pictures on that first booby photo shoot day. Only a few fondled them. Most simply held her tits while I took photos. Everyone was very polite and thanked us.
We went back to the dunes nearly every afternoon for most of our two week vacation. Only a few times did we take more pictures with any of the same men. I lied again. Told them that the film didn’t come out and we needed a retake.
Yes, the first young man was one of those retakes. He was just as gentle and playful as the first time. In fact, he told us about his wife, family, and why he comes there to sunbath. It was from those booby posing nudists that we found out more about the nude beach and why it was safe.
Since I knew Dollie loved playing with my cock I was surprised she never touched any of those bare pricks beside and rubbing her ass or hips. I told her it was okay with me and encouraged her to hold them and masturbate any she wanted to. Her excuses were she was afraid it may lead to other things. She was probably right.
From that very first time of getting pictures with strangers fondling Dollie’s titties, to the present, we’ve never had a bad experience. Only once did we do something really stupid. I will tell about the two Black gay men near that river at the end of the dunes, at a later time. We were stupid for doing that game. But another happy ending.
Yes, our first tittie partners would pose with Dollie if I used the Polaroid camera, but not a film camera. So I carried both. After that first day of nudist photo shoots, I got used to having others fondle Dollie’s titties as I took pictures. To this day, I still often get nervous and shake the camera. For many years it was the 110 film camera, or a 35mm camera, for regular photos. Still, when I ran out of Polaroid film many times, young men gladly posed when I used a film camera. It was stand holding Dollie’s titties while I took some pictures or we’ll find someone who will! At that time we really had no idea what we’d do to get them developed. But having undeveloped tittie film was better than no film at all, I figured.
We had tried taking our booby film along with regular vacation films for developing. We were using Drug Stores where they did their own film developing or sent it to large studios. Some of Dollie’s female friends would develop anything. But occasionally someone else working there saw what they called indecent pictures and either deleted the tit pictures or made them come out black. Same with sending the film out. This would not do. We were missing a lot of pictures this way.
Dollie had also been taking regular color film to a small film studio for developing for years. She accidentally took a few rolls with her tittie pictures to the studio. The young man working with his father, the owner, developed and printed those pictures with Dollie’s bare boobs. He loved them and agreed to do all of our tittie pictures secretly half price. This worked out great for years. Pictures began including other people in the background, then men standing next to Dollie, and finally those men holding her boobs.
Of course, this turned-on the young photo lab guy and he offered to pose with Dollie too. He began asking her to have me take even more daring pictures. He’d mentioned porn. She was already wearing very short skirts, hot pants, and bikini bottoms in some of our vacation pictures and tittie pictures. Never took any totally nude photos but we were feeling more at ease having this young man developing our booby photos. So at least we had someplace to go.
Then we read a local newspaper story about our photo lab. Seems the young man was selling sexy girlie pictures to dirty magazines. Other women found out and reported him. Two cop friends stopped at our house and showed us some magazines with pictures of Dollie, photos, and film of ours they had picked up when they raided the studio. The film lab was closed down and our photo friend went to jail. Now most of the cops in town knew Dollie by name.
By luck colored Polaroid cameras and film were now out, as well as those very large video cameras. And Dollie finally found a local film studio where a few girlfriends worked. They now developed all of our colored film rolls. With the new system they didn’t even have to look at the pictures or film. Normally they only spot checked now and then to make sure the pictures came out. Sometimes the girls did check ours because they knew what we were photographing. Whatever came out we gladly paid for.
None of these problems exist today with digital cameras and compact movie cameras.
Now anyone can make pornographic photos or porn movies….and they do! All we wanted were booby pictures...

TWO BLACK GAY GUYS
 

TWO BLACK GAY GUYS
It was probably the second week of the vacation getting male nudists to pose with Dollie for tittie pictures at the State park along lake Michigan in the small sand dunes. We were then in our mid-twenties and two skinny horny over grown kids. We’d gotten many pictures of Dollie topless posing with maybe a dozen different naked guys around our ages that morning.
We were both in a kinky mood from the tittie fondling and talk about nudity. As we’d done many times over many summers, we were walking naked down along Lake Michigan toward the southern park boundary. We’d cross the short shallow river that spilled into the lake and continue at least ½ mile farther to a fishing pier beyond the park property. There was a small road from an area of town we didn’t know about to a small parking lot where fishermen parked. There was no special reason for ending our walks there, other than it was a long way back to the main beach and even farther to our RV site.
Well, Dollie did enjoy teasing fishermen on the pier and along the lake front in that area. She’d often remain topless, as we put our bottoms back on farther from the pier. Dollie would pose for pictures with several fishermen, usually old men. Did this for many years too. After a short visit and rest , we’d head back north.
I have no idea how far this pier was from the main swimming beach or the campground. It took from around 9 AM till just before dark to walk all the way to the pier and back to our RV. Of course, we’d stop to swim, sunbath, have sex, play games, and relax. Most of the time we were alone. We’d meet the occasional hiker and lone sunbather. We had always felt as if we were being watched for years. We soon learned there were often voyeurs along the dunes and brush lined dunes areas. Probably often were watched! You know the feeling. We used them to our advantage later, as we got more used to exhibitionism.
But this story is about two black gay men. The southern border of the park was perhaps a ¼ mile south of the small river. That ¼ mile section away from the beach was off limits and an overgrown restoration area. Back on the north side of the little river there is a trail that follows the river to a marsh area where it begins. The trail interconnects with other trails that go through the woods all the way back to the main picnic areas of the park. There are parking lots with trails from each to the lake front. These don’t begin until north of the sand dunes areas.
All of this area is for families and kids to hike. Both sides of the small river there is very little brush until well into the marshy areas. This river sometimes stops before Lake Michigan during drier times when the waves create a natural dam. Likewise, there are times we had to go into the lake and swim around the mouth of the fast moving river to the other side. Got the picture?
As we were walking back toward the main beaches and campground we could see two black men on the trail perhaps 350 feet from the Lake Front, on the north side of the river. Both were naked and right out in the open. One man was very tall and big. Not fat, muscular and large. Dollie said his cock was 12” long. She still says that but I don’t think so! The other black man was smaller built with maybe a 6” prick. The little guy was sucking and masturbating the big dude! In the open, where kids, families, and us could see them! Not a good thing and not a safe thing if there were kids around. Stuff like that causes nude beaches to be shut down!
I was still naked and Dollie topless, wearing a small bikini bottom. When those two men saw us looking toward them, they ducked back into the under brush. We crossed the river and continued down the beach. Dollie kept talking about that big black cock! Now I don’t want to be braggin. But my very own hard-on was about midway between those two numbers I mentioned.
Yep, I did it again. As we walked farther away, I dared Dollie to go back and ask them to pose for tittie pictures with her. I reasoned that if she did she’d get a close up look at that large black cock. Dollie had never seen one this large, or many black pricks. So she was all for this adventure.
I figured they’d be long gone by then anyway. But they were still there! I told Dollie we’d be sneaky and sneak up to where they had been. Maybe we’d catch them in the act again. We did! We were both sneaky and we did catch the little guy sucking that big prick! They had moved slightly off the narrow trail into a small opening beside the trail. But we were there before they could stop or cover up. Actually this cock sucking thing was a first for both of us to see. Sort of funny. The little guy put on his underwear but the big man didn’t. Dollie was getting her eyes full of large black cock! Remember, I was also naked and Dollie wearing only a tiny bikini bottom. Sort of an awkward situation.
--- But Dollie was a trouper. She explained why we were there and asked the two black gay guys to pose holding her titties for some photos. Both men were friendly and loved the idea. First the big dude with the large cock held Dollie’s boobs as I took some 110 film photos. They didn’t care what kind of camera I had or even if I had one. They just wanted to play with white tits! Actually Dollie’s boobs were golden brown from a great sunbathing summer.
---The big guy had that cock all over Dollie’s body: rubbing her hips, thighs, ass cheeks, even between her legs from the rear. I took way more pictures of him and Dollie than I needed. But the little guy, with his underwear on, was shy. The big man and us had to beg him to stand next to Dollie with the bigger man on the other side. The big dude wasn’t shy. His hands were on Dollie’s tits almost nonstop, squeezing and rubbing them. All three of us had to walk the little man through the photo shoot. Had to beg him to hold a tit and stand next to Dollie rather than behind her. We also begged him to remove or pull his underwear down. When he didn’t Dollie did! This was another surprise. She didn’t touch his prick. But had his pants down to his knees for a few pictures.
I can’t remember if I was in any of those photos or not. Been so long ago and we were extra nervous. Still, those two men were very gentle and polite. By this time, it was beginning to get dark out and we had a long walk. Those black men offered to drive us back to our RV. They weren’t parked too far away in the last parking lot on the park drive. Race or color had nothing to do with it. We just didn’t feel safe riding with two strangers in this secluded area of the park. We did walk with them to where they were parked, thanked each other again, and walked down the park road to the campground.
This way was partially lighted and shorter than following the beach and walking from the main park to our RV. As we walked alone in the moonlight, we questioned what we’d just done. Again, it wasn’t who we played the game with, but where. We had always had an escape route or knew where other people were in case we needed to yell or run. Not that time. This is a very isolated remote area where few people go, even during afternoons. But everything worked out fine, again.
Later that evening, we were in for a surprise. As we often do, we took a walk through a section of the campground after we ate. Since we’d walked a lot already that day, we decided on a short walk down a nearby loop we hadn’t been down lately. At the end of that loop, sitting beside an RV, were those two black men and their families. We did what we do when we pass other campers, we waved and walked on by. Actually, we often stop and visit awhile. But didn’t think this time was such a good idea! I do believe we were all surprised.
Next morning we were driving into town or taking a ride. Out of curiosity I drove down that loop. Two campsites were empty, including the one where we’d seen those men. I stopped and read the campground passes which they had left behind. In fact, I kept one of them. We now knew who they were and where they lived. Didn’t matter. Never used that information.
Fast forward to after we retired to Florida. Sometime between 1998-2002 we camped up there again. No nudists and no one seemed to know anything about nude sunbathing in the park. Bummer. This sometimes happens. Perhaps self policing didn’t prevent public indecency. Never found out.
But we were in for another surprise as we drove around through the campground. At the end of that same short loop, same place, was an RV with the big black guy walking around near it! A lot of years had passed, we were sure this was the same man! I wanted to stop this time. But what would we say? If it were the same man, would he remember us? Perhaps he would have loved to reminisce about a brief meeting so many years ago. But then again, the gay part of our meeting might not be something he’d want to remember. We knew that both men had wives and kids. Both men loved titties.
I’m not gay so don’t understand being part gay! I’ve never had a man suck my cock and don’t believe I ever will. But it might be fun. I do know for sure, I’ll never be a cocksucker!

OUR FIRST FLASHIN GAMES
 

OUR FIRST FLASHIN GAMES
---We were teenagers in love. Actually the first few years that MsDollie flashed, they were not games. I talked her into wearing more and more revealing clothes. Eventually she loved it. I then convinced and tricked her into letting a strap down, a few buttons unhooked, or her boobs half out the bottom or top of her halter tops. Those were popular back in the late 50's-60's. They were basically a bra made of material different than undergarments, often matching shorts or skirts. Seems like many women and girls wore halter tops back then.
---They were great for showing lots of tittie and for accidental flashing. We started out by going for picnics and walks along the local rivers and parks. I'd adjust a top so more tit showed at the top or sides. Finally I'd get Dollie to wear them with nearly half of her small boobs hanging out from the bottom of her tops. Dollie didn't even realize many times how much tit was showing until people walking toward us stared and commented. Being a young teen, Dollie was lovin the attention she got from me and others.
After that, it was easy to convince Dollie to wear even less in the way of tops and hot pants or mini skirts. Being outside in the warm weather and having many positive comments made playing tit showin games more fun as time went by.
Still it wasn't for several more years that she actually flashed or exposed the entire tittie in public, other than at the drive-in movies. As you see, our games were a work in progress.
For some reason I became obsessed with boobs and often dreamed of having some of my own. When I told Dollie this, she let me use hers as if they were part of me. I was actually dressing her and playing games the way I would have done myself. Do I need medical help? :confused:

A Truckers Life
 

More of how we evolved with our booby playin games----------(.)(.)
--- I was a trucker but drove only from plant to plant for a large Company. The advantage was that on a regular route I got to know many truckers and local towns people. At this time there were many small factories in cities I traveled between that employed women. A famous sweeper company, a company that made oven proof dishware, etc. ( all now inferior crap made in China )
---I ran different routes and different shifts over a period of many years. Both I 80 and I 55 in Illinois were two main roads I traveled. It is said these are the crossroads of America. And it seems as though I met ever trucker in the USA, who traveled all States, at least a time or two.
---Once on a route, it didn’t take long to meet CB friends and coffee stop friends. It also wasn’t difficult to get the women to show skin if polite yet persistent. A small scale version of today’s internet. For years, I would get to see Judy’s legs up to her crotch, Suzie’s boobs, etc. Often these were carpools with vehicles full of ornery women.
---We even had a few annual picnics in some local parks for many C B friends and other truckers. Even though I had coffee and sometimes fondled a few gals, I always took Dollie with me to the picnics. She was always anxious to meet the new gals who teased me or met in rest areas or truck stops. Even back then, I bragged about Dollie's titties. Everyone looked forward to seeing her again in one of her very low tops. Most of us had nothing too bad to hide. For the most part, the majority were just C B friends who shared a few minutes as us drivers passed though town. And being allowed only 15 minutes break, nothing serious ever happened. At least that’s how I remember it.
---There were hundreds----There was Ramrod, the tanker driver, his wife Lady Windsong, Paper lady who was out early every morning delivering newspapers. Mailman, using a pick-up to transport mail between smalltown Post offices, and a guy everyone loved, blind and handicapped, always there in foul weather to help us thru, good ole Foxfire.
---Remember the song about Teddybear? You wouldn’t believe the funeral they had when Foxfire passed away. I could have gotten fired, but I went off route and followed a convoy of drivers to the edge of the tiny cemetery where we parked along the shoulder, protected by local Police.
--- But, it wasn’t just my CB friends who made my truckin job exciting. It was those random flashers and exhibitionists pulling up next to my truck and showing off. Every type of sex act and position to display male and female body parts was normal…Winter and Summer. Those long cold Illinois Winters made for rare views. But this just made those times when it did happen more exciting. Even many of those passing four-wheelers and female truckers also traveled the highways regularly, putting on their shows for lucky truckers. It just was a stroke of luck to be in the right places at the right times. But, that’s where the old CB came in handy. Many got to know when I and other drivers were in the area and would give us a holler on the CB radio. “Breaker Model T this is Candy lips.. I’m coming up to milepost 101”.
---I’d tell MsDollie about the latest show that I had the pleasure of watching. She didn’t always totally believe some of the kinky stories. But other drivers from the Company, people at those picnics, and seeing for herself after buying a pick-up truck, she became more interested in those flashin and sex games.
--- For years she had already been posing for tittie pictures in public places. Just the type where it looked accidental. As she got braver and more daring showing her own tits and ass, she began flashing truckers when we were in our cars, pick-up, and later our motor home.
---Riding in the motor home was the best thing that could have happened. Now we were up higher and MsDollie was getting views of what I had been describing. Men masturbating as they passed. Couples having sex or gals giving oral sex. And yes, many tit flashers. All I was interested in was getting MsDollie to flash her boobs or go topless when out on the open roads. In a very short time, seeing how much truckers and others seeing her bare boobs got thrilled, she did it without my asking.
---Only a few times were scary. In Wisconsin, we were headed from camp to Kenosha for a day at the beach and tit games. Not even sure what I was driving. Was a Ford Torino wagon or a Ford pick-up back then. Both bright red. As soon as we left the campground and small towns, MsDollie removed her tiny bikini top. A young guy in a pick-up spotted her bare breasts. Naturally, she teased him and hung them up at or out of the passenger side window. Soon we were on a four lane and he stayed right next to us. Fine till we got into town and traffic. Others got pissed at him in left lane driving slow beside us. By this time I purposely had slowed down in hopes he would go on. He was waving and weaving and causing traffic problems. I don’t remember what he was saying but was motioning us to pull over different places. I took rights, lefts, etc, to ditch him. Seems like he always met me at the next intersection.
--- Hard to hide with a bright red vehicle and a blonde. For some reason her and I both panicked . I couldn’t loose him and we were getting close to the beach. Probably would have been fine to just park someplace crowded and wander to the Lakeside. With a few more years of experience that’s what we would have done. But back then it was just show and go. Nobody got more than a few quick glances and either they or I was gone down the road. That day, instead of going directly to the pier and beach, I took a random tour of town. I don’t know if he got tired of chasing us, was late for work, or I actually lost him.
---Sort of stopped the tit flashin from the cars for awhile. I also remember getting stopped by Cops when MsDollie was going through a small town topless. Lucky she was wearing a tiny tube top pulled down to her waist. It was light in color and convinced the Cop he didn’t see what he thought he saw! Which he actually did!
This was MsDollie’s basic training in the fine art of mobile tit flashing. Whenever the kids weren’t with us, she practiced often and got rather good. There were many boob showing games to and from camp and the lakes or parks. Always a cheap thrill for all involved. Next, I will get into long distance flashing and motor home teasin games.

WHY A MOTOR HOME ? (.)(.)
 

WHY A MOTOR HOME ? (.)(.)
---A clean story-----How and why we ended up buying a class "A" motorhome.
Yes, I was a trucker. From the cab of a semi every vehicle below was a window to many things. Being a hot blooded male, I was mostly interested in bare female body parts. Lucky for me, I was driving a truck during the most popular times of the miniskirt and hotpants days. And females of every age seemed to wear low blouses and other tittie showing tops. Why the clothing trends changed as people got wilder is unknown. It's rare to see skin in a vehicle today. And we've noticed the past few years most truckers no longer even look. In these modern times many gals dress like men or slobs. Makes for less fun for truckers and girl watchers today. And since I am rarely politically correct, don’t remember looking down into cars seeing a bunch of fatass slobs like now.
--- My story begins this time during MsDollie’s young tit teasing days. We had already been practicing tit games at beaches, bars, and other public places for years. Showing a quick tit shot from our car or truck was easier and had been done occasionally from our first times together. These car flashes were from a distance in only a few seconds or minutes usually. It was standing right in front of men that first bothered and embarrassed Dollie. As time passed, I'd pace myself to keep those in other cars and semis beside us much longer.
---This mobile tit flashin took special skills. Dollie had to raise up and sometimes sit farther forward to really show em. After Dollie got more into it, she’d hold, squeeze, or jiggle her boobs for male motorists. All of this brought many reactions. Drivers would reach out windows, as if trying to grab a boob. Stick their tongue out with licking motions, blow kisses, and other kinky guy reactions. Sometimes fun, sometimes dangerous and scary. Usually making Dollie hot which caused her to tease more. We also found out that it was more difficult for her to be seen with certain vehicles we drove.
---The games got easier and more fun as years passed. As Dollie realized all these kinky games actually happened with others, and truckers enjoyed seeing female flesh, Dollie wanted to please and tease like I was getting pleased and teased almost daily while on the road. It’s true, one nice view of some boobs, nice leg shot, or the occasional beaver shot, made my day. No matter how cold, hot, or busy I was, the visions of pretty gals flashed in my head the rest of the day.
---Had many RV’s from tents on up. Eventually we had a fifth wheel RV with matching Ford super cab truck. Being a trucker, this was the ideal camping rig. But life is not always ideal. We lived at end of a block long Cul-de-Sac . Couldn’t drive to the house and swing around because the circle was too small. Rubbed the tires turning and manuvering. No problem for a big time pro trucker! HA. But not good on the running gear. So I’d back down the narrow street. This was old neigborhood with old neighbors. On the opposite side of street every other house shared a driveway then it widened to the garages. This meant most parked along curb during days. Still no big deal backing between cars.
---But always something to screw up life. Those old women would often back out of their drives and start down the street as I was backing toward our drive. Like ya know they could see that big white RV taking up the entire lane. Wouldn’t ya think they would just pull back into their drive to wait for me to pass? Not senile old women! They’d drive right up behind my trailer as I was backing. Then they’d honk.
---It became a standoff. Sometimes I would explain how it would be so easy if they just went into their drive or the nearest one as I backed on in. Like they understood? Usually I would go back out to the T-corner that passed the entrance and drive a mile back around. Line up, hoping someone didn’t come around either end of the curved T road, then do my back up thing again, hoping another old fart wasn’t going to go to get her hair done or buy a quart of milk.
---Therefore, we worried every Sunday, as we headed home from camping, how much trouble getting in our yard would be. Regretably we sold that rig and bought a year old motor home. Ended up being the best of all worlds. Eventually we towed a car to wander around instead of the pickup truck we used with other RV's. I could drive right down the deadend and later unhook the car to drive it to work. I was able to turn motor home around another day so we were ready to hook and go again. And I just realized I don’t recall anyone backing out to leave anytime after that.
---After buying that class “A” motor home we both realized we were now getting the same view as the cabover and conventional semis I was driving. Plus more. The large windshield and front side windows made for perfect flashing for Dollie. Still more: in the rear I converted the wrap around table-seating area to a permanent bed. There was a large picture window in rear and two large slider windows on each rear side. It was like a large showroom when curtains were opened. And we took advantage of this. Another plus, along the rest of each side were waist high windows. This thing was a rolling display when Dollie was topless or nude, standing near any of the windows.
---She would be on her knees on the rear bed when she wanted to tease. Which she did often when kids were not with us.The advantage of fooling around at the back was drivers behind could remain there for greater lengths of time. And many did! Dollie simply laid down if necessary. To make this even better, we met several others, especially biker babes, who told similar flashing stories while traveling with their motor homes. Always nice to know we aren’t the only perverts playing around on the road.
---Next some motor home games and how they happened.----------- I’ll leave you with a laugh. When the kids were young they had a toy stuffed monkey which looked sort of real from a distance. They loved laying on the rear bed out of sight, holding and wiggling the monkey as cars pulled up behind.
---------------Thinkin back, maybe this is where we got the idea for our flashin games. Dollie was monkeying around too! (.)(.) :)

MOTORHOME GAMES
 

Motorhome games
--- For our first few years plus some short trips with our motor home we didn’t tow a car behind. This enabled vehicles to pull right up close behind it. Our first campouts were weekends close to home. At this time in our lives, we were able to get away without kids. The two boys were on their own and our daughter often stayed with girlfriends. We’d then watch the other girls so those parents could get away. Somehow we now had an entire Summer week to ourselves. This camping trip was about 100 miles West along the Mississippi River. From where we lived we could go two different ways to the State Park along the River. The Great River Road, as it is called, was being reconstructed along with modern bridges. &
--- On the way over Dollie flashed a few men in cars and a few truckers. But it was the 11 miles or so up the River Route where we had our first real flashin fun with the new motorhome. Pinpointing the area, Ft Madison and Keokuk, Iowa were the two cities on the other side of this Illinois route. This was a favorite fantasy game location for many previous years.
---Both sides of the River had many special game areas we were familiar with. Even had friends we often met to share games. Dollie probably was wearing hot pants and a revealing top. Perhaps a halter top. (For you younger members, a halter top was much like a bra or bikini top, with cups or half cups, not as lacy and frilly as a bra.) Basically her boobs were always half exposed and ready to show more.
---This was a very narrow twisting road with mostly steep banks on the East side, right down to the edge of paving. On the West was the Mississippi River, sometimes only feet away, other times with small parks and pull offs with campers and fishermen often there. This time there were many stretches of one lane and zigzag short detours with construction equipment and workers. Flaggers and laborers were standing in the roadways and on the edges. Many new bridges were in various states of construction alongside the old ones. From what I remember, Dollie was standing at a cabinet area about midway in the motor home as I stopped for flaggers on a one way section. Her arms were raised as she reached for something in the cabinet. This would have put her tits in full view of those men standing only feet from the motor home. A few whistled or yelled to Dollie. Most likely she teased by squeezing or wiggling her titties. And the games began.
---One of us realized we had a great opportunity to play some tittie showin games. This was before they used portable walkie talkies or radios to signal when the road was clear. So each new laborer got a complete surprise. Right after we realized the first men liked what they saw, Dollie’s top was off and she was in full teasin mode for the next 11 miles. Sometimes only one flagger and maybe a few laborers were close by staring. Other times there were perhaps 25 or more in a group. Of course, the more guys waving and yelling, the more fun we were having.
---This was while in our late 30’s. Motorhomes were still rare in the Mid-West in late 70’s plus ours had two bright orange wide stripes down each side. Also I had painted words MODEL T with a picture of one on rear spare tire cover. Like trying to hide in a tank with flashing lights on top.
---That first trip up to the campground was a complete surprise to the construction crews. But since we were not towing a car, we used the motor home to roam around most every day. I could see the workers getting into better viewing positions as I drove slowly through construction zones.
---Making this week even more exciting, I’d pull off into most small parking areas and we would wander down to the river bank to visit fishermen. Since there was often heavy equipment parked nearby, and I worked where much of it was made, I took pictures of Dollie standing near it. After normal working hours, construction men would come to watch. They begged and helped Dollie climb up on and into large crawler tractors, graders, etc. to pose, usually, for topless pictures. Wearing loose legged short shorts often made for bonus peeks for men helping Dollie up a step or tractor track.
---We were learning as we played. I soon talked her into changing to a micro-mini-skirt for even better viewing. No problem. Dollie was enjoying every second and the motor home was full of sexy clothes. The next stop along the River Road was even better. We decided to tease a large group of construction men working below one of the old bridges. Remember, tiny top, micro-mini.. that’s all. Walking along and standing along the edge of the bridge with those men not far directly below, Dollie had to do nothing much. But to make things more visible, and to tease even more, standing with legs spread, sometimes foot up on a lower rail, made for showing pink! Of course leaning over the rail with titties slipping out turned these games into all-out Strip type shows.
---We spent many afternoons during the week playing these new games at other newly built or old bridges with sometimes 30 to 50 men looking up. And others along the way in the construction areas. There were often times I was stopped in traffic for what seemed forever with men standing right at the window where Dollie sat or stood. Often they would even talk kinky to her. These times caused us both to become nervous. Whatever our previous camping plans had been, to fish, site see, or just relax, these games now consumed the entire two weekends and week.
---Only once did we almost get into trouble. During a very long time standing on a bridge above laborers, showin everything, a foreman or crew chief walked up on the bridge and warned us we were causing disruption of work and creating a work hazard. After explaining things, he complimented Dollie and asked us to please stop teasing the men. We then went back to teasing fishermen and campers along the Mississippi River, away from the highway and roadwork. By now, her clothing of choice was always a micro-mini, halter top, bikini top, or low tank top.
---We also continued taking pictures near heavy equipment when crews were not there during evenings. Still, one or two men always seemed to show up while Dollie stood on backside of large tractors, out of view of roadway, topless. I was amazed how willingly she let them help her up on those very large pieces of equipment, most times using their hands to assist her in, out, and on. Hands that usually were pushing on her bare ass, as they looked directly at and into her spread pussy. This proved to be a very exciting two weekends and full week of nonstop exhibitionism. Of course, many of those games were away from the motorhome. But it was the motorhome that many men remembered and attracted them to our latest location.
---We also learned how well people could see in the windows and how much fun this mobile teasin could be. In our car or pickup, it was only a peek at Dollie’s boobs that others could see. We later learned that she could easily stand naked or pull her skirt up to show more to truckers from the motorhome. On her knees on the rear bed, she could display her front down to the waist or turn rearward and show her ass or pussy. Dollie did this part only after being followed long distances by men who honked, waved, and let her know they were enjoying her tittie shows.
---For years we played these traveling skin games, always having a good time. Yet there was that feeling we were being nasty perverts until we began attending bike events with the motorhome. Surprisingly, it was other women who first asked Dollie and I about flashing from the RV. Seems as though many of them were doing the same for years. One gal at the biker camp, with a motor home, even mentioned hanging her complete upper body out as she passed truckers. This woman actually said a few truckers grabbed a feel of her boobs. Altho a bit farfetched, and dangerous, I see no reason she would have lied. She was a nudist, loved swapping with men or women, and was often naked at the campground.
---At Bike Rallies and related events it was common to see a flasher, nudist, or beaver exhibitionist. Still only a small group actually see it happen. Rarely people see women doing this other places. Even with thousands of women in attendance at some major Bike Events, the number of women wearing revealing clothing or flashing is relatively rare. Bikers, male and female, love seeing other women dressed sexy, even showing skin. But how many guys do we really know who let their partner even dress with a little flesh exposed. Members here are the minority.
---We’ve met many gals who say they’d flash and wear revealing clothing if their boyfriend or husband didn’t b*tch so much when they mentioned it. Sadly, many of these women are beautiful with great boobs. Both them and their partner are missing some exciting and fun times in their lives. Keep it all covered up and let it go to waste! I know it’s there. Others know it’s there. Be proud and show us what’s there! Seems like also it’s those skinny gals with no boobs, or store bought boobs, who people drool over. Many times Dollie has been told “women over 40 don’t dress like that!“. So far, I’ve never seen it written in stone.
---You only pass through this world once. You say you are religious….The good Lord knows you’ve got em too. He designed you that way. If tits were only created for nursing, they’d dried up just like the milk. If your pussy was created only to reproduce, it wouldn’t be so darned cute. At least that’s how I think about this.
---As I write a story, I try to add helpful hints and ideas, hoping just one couple who reads them tries just a few games. In this case, on this site, we realize many of you young couples are already playing games we didn’t try till later in life. Congratulations and keep having fun.
--- Just realize things are different today. Not as safe, more surveillance equipment and cell phones, more violent criminals watching and stalking. Also keep in mind, if you accidentally show skin, you can usually talk your way out of trouble.
---Gals. no matter what you drive or ride in, show some skin now and then. It will put a smile on someone’s face. And a lump in their pants.

ROAD TRIPS
 

ROADTRIPS

--- Early on, Dollie flashed from our cars and motorcycle many places. Taking road trips without the motorhome or pulling an RV was also fun. By now the kids were either staying home because camping was boring at that age or they were working. Again, our younger daughter and a girlfriend or two swapped parents for weekends or weeks at a time. Remember, people didn’t have nannies, or permanent baby sitters in our child raising years. Relatives, neighbors, or friends traded favors by watching each others’ kids.
---Often it was cheaper and easier to stay, especially in large cities, in cheap motels for concerts, museums, etc. And on longer trips like Gatlinburg, amusement parks, Florida attractions, etc. it was more convenient to stay in town. These trips were made in our 1955 Chevy station wagon, a small Malibu, or Ford Escort. Other than the red and white old street rod wagon, we basically blended in with traffic.
--- By now, many of you know what MsDollie’s traveling clothes were. Besides the normal skinny strapped low cut tank tops or halter tops, a tube top cut in half became one of our favorite tit game tops. Since we were traveling in a small car most often her short shorts or micro-mini were not visible while on the highway. They did attract a fair amount of added attraction during gas, food, and pit stops in rest areas, gas stations, and truck stops.
---Those tube tops were often some sort of knitted material that were see-through in sunshine. These tops were made to fit from waist to just above her boobs. But we redesigned several tube tops by cutting them in half, or less, making two. They were originally biker tops so she could ride topless, yet have a quick cover-up when needed. Yes, we always planned ahead. Here’s another tip. A tube top makes a great tight mini-skirt. For instance, wear a red tube top for the skirt, a white one for top. Then after being seen in a crowd secretly switch by pulling top down to become the skirt.
---Sitting with her micro mini up to her waist and topless kept us in a horny mood for many long trips. In fact, it became normal for MsDollie to remove whatever top she had on soon after we got out of town anyplace. By crossing her arms or holding something in front of herself, she could often remain topless in most towns and cities without being noticed. First long haul totally topless was from Central Illinois to Smoky Mountains. Longest Illinois to South Florida. Yes, much of these many trips was alone on open highways. But it’s the thought that counts! Over the years, I often had to remind Dollie to put a top on before getting out at various stops. Occasionally it still happened!
--- Four lane interstate highways were especially fun, even when going through or around large cities. Once a trucker got a good look at MsDollie’s titties, he often remained beside us for longer times or did whatever he could to catch up, or slow down, for another peek. Of course, I’d do everything I could, keeping safety in mind, to let them pull along side again. C B radios helped in many ways. Keeping drivers from mentioning the vehicle we were in was biggest concern. Sometimes I might call for a driver I was about to pass. I’d say something about the view I just got from that car behind him, not mentioning the type of car or color. I’d soon find out whether they were tit lovers or not before pulling along side them.
---The C B radio was also great for getting the drivers’ reactions and things they’d like Dollie to do….with her own titties, and with the drivers if we’d stop! By then they figured we were together in the same car. As long as we were within radio range none gave away our location or description of vehicle. In fact, we often went to another CB channel to carry on our kinky talks and games. Cell phones and cameras make many games today a gamble. However word did get to other drivers on the road occasionally. We sometimes got requests to meet or pull up along side them. It was only Cops we were concerned about and never had any problems.
---Stopping for gas was often exciting, sometimes embarrassing. I tried to pick larger truck stops so we could eat, take potty breaks, and rest a little in one stop. Dollie always had to make a pee stop as I fueled up. She’d wait inside till I was finished to pay for the gas. (before prepay) Quite often a trucker would walk up and thank her for the show he’d seen someplace down the road.
---It was normal for a trucker to ask to sit with us as we ate, even pay for our meal, as MsDollie sat with her boobs mostly exposed. Yes, when possible, she’d let one tit slip out to give the driver a closer look. There were often times a trucker, or male from a car or pickup, would visit me as I was fueling our vehicle. Most were thanking me, complimenting me, and sometimes curious why I let my wife flash them.
--- As another little attention getter, MsDollie would fuel up as I washed the windows. Bending just right to show an unsuspecting male, Dollie would let her boobs slip out, or expose her bare ass and more. We’d use the fuel pumps, vehicles, and maybe me to keep the views narrowed down to only certain persons. Again, before surveillance cameras. But accidents still happen.
---Of course, I knew what a Lot Lizard was and so did Dollie. Besides taking tit pictures next to signs and statues, I love taking them next to heavy equipment, farm equipment, and tractor-trailer rigs. When we had time to kill we’d wander through the truck parking areas of large truck stops taking pictures of MsDollie. With her normal play clothes, it was easy to pose topless or with a tit out. And easy for a beaver shot next to a semi.
--- Dollie was invited to pose in many trucks and on the steps or rear catwalk. As in posing for heavy equipment and other things with men nearby, there seemed to always be a few helping hands to assist MsDollie up and down. Hands that willingly pushed a bare ass upward or held a bare boob for better photos. Even with all of those helpful truckers none actually touched Dollie’s pussy unless she told him it was okay. More than one truckers fingers disappeared for a few seconds. Everyone we’ve met has been true gentlemen.
---Looking back, we must have lived right. We never met any real sex maniacs or worse. Amazingly just the opposite. All were gentlemen and very polite. Sure, most wanted to touchy-feely. And Dollie occasionally let some men play around. But that’s another story.

Cumming out Part 2
 

I must be doing something right. None of the stories have been deleted yet. I will admit there has been nothing exciting so far. But our stories can't compare with this group. Please tell your friends to read our CLOSET CLEANING adventures so we will want to continue adding the hundreds of stories we already have written.

I began this group with the first topic CUMMING OUT OF OUR CLOSET. Never imagined I would remember and write so many stories.
I continued later with WHOOPSIE WE GOT CAUGHT to show that things sometimes happen that we can't control. But first CUMMING OUT part two.
About Our Early Camping Adventures
--- In our earliest summers I only got two weeks vacation. Always during July factory shutdown. We were really into camping; weekends, holidays, and vacations. I made a notepad with campgrounds we liked and others we’d like to visit. Our requirements were simple: must be water to play in or round, a lake, river, creek, pool, etc. That way we could wear skimpy swimsuits most of the time. A place to fish and sunbath always helped. We preferred secluded primitive type campgrounds.
---Most still were primitive in the late 50’s thu the 70’s, when we started camping together. And we were still rather bashful at this time so felt better alone. Campgrounds had only a central water faucet or pump, outhouses, sometimes a shower house. No electricity to watch satellite TV, no micro waves, no phones, no lights. We went camping to camp and relax. We also looked for scenic places to wander around.
--- Our biggest requirement was finding places within a day’s drive. Living in Central Illinois this left lower Wisconsin, lower Michigan, parts of Iowa, Indiana, Kentucky, Missouri, and upper Arkansas as our destinations. Most trips were by car or truck pulling various small RV’s. But some were on our old Harley with the trusty one-man pup tent.
--- No matter what way we traveled, Dollie was usually topless, sometimes nude. The nude riding came much later on. I started getting her to show skin and flash. She soon loved doing it. Our tittie games were played in all of the above States and most campgrounds. It was easier than you think. We often took walks or hikes in secluded campgrounds, woods, and low mountains. I was getting into taking souvenir booby pictures near signs, statues, etc.
---t didn’t happen often but sometimes we met hikers from the other direction, or from adjoining paths. At first Dollie covered up. Occasionally she didn’t have time. Both of us were enjoying the thrill of her being caught. So Dollie began remaining topless. Even then, surprisingly, most people rushed past us. A few stopped and visited, talking about nature. It was funny how few actually stared at Dollie or mentioned her being topless or naked. What would you do? It’s sort of like those Candid Camera games. But this has changed now too. People aren't as bashful. Remember cameras were primative film types and most people rarely even carried one in the boonies.
--- The more Dollie accidentally got caught the more it didn’t bother her. In fact we began “accidentally” getting caught on purpose after a few years. This is about when I was taking those tittie pictures in secluded places… only to get caught by other vacationers. The varied reactions made getting caught fun and exciting. Sometimes it seemed to take hours just to get “accidentally” caught showing her titties. Dollie began getting mad about all of the waiting and killing time. So she just dressed wilder, we took pictures more in public, and we let nature decide when we’d get caught.
---It was during these times we also learned what voyeurs were. We used them for our own fun and games, not letting voyeurs know we saw them.This seemed to happen along deserted stretches of beaches. Mostly on either side of Lake Michigan. We’d often both be naked. We’d play with each other as men hid in the woods or among bushes and weeds. Some had binoculars or telescopes. You tend to sense being watched then look for a reflection or sound in the brush. We have no idea how many had watched us for years before we actually found out and began checking closer. We’d see the sun glisten off something or see the brush move. Maybe even hear them sneaking through the distant trees.
--- I’d masturbate Dollie or fondle her tits. She’d jack me off, sometimes making it ejaculate onto the ground. We’d even screw, as men hid and watched. It was like we were acting in our own porn show. Often men would jack off as they watched us from their hiding spot. Occasionally young men would loose control and step out into the open on the beach, masturbating themselves. As we walked past them, Dollie often complimented them on their hard prick. I still don’t know how we kept from being attacked or stayed out of trouble.
---But I am repeating things again. This little story is only to show we played games in a varied area around our home State. Always going home happy and horny! And often sending strangers home with memories of their own. Do you ever think back to your wilder days and feel it was someone else you are remembering? Each time I write a new story and review it, I am amazed it was us I wrote about. We learned to have fun being sexy and kinky. We took chances yet were always careful. We almost always had a way out or an excuse if we got caught.
--- There were, and are, times we think we were too wild and naughty. But, we still play around when we can and believe our way of life really was fun for everyone involved. Rarely did we get any complaints. If we could start over as horny newlyweds we’d do it all over again. Of course, differently, since modern electronics are now part of our everyday lives and we are not really alone, as back then, even in the most remote places. Hell Google is watching us everywhere!
--- But there are also advantages to these modern devices. Look at this site for instance. Anyone can post kinky stories and naked pictures of themselves or loved ones for the entire world to view. Couldn’t do that with a Polaroid camera, a note pad, and a pencil. I keep thinking that if digital cameras and cell phones, the computer, and internet were around in our early days, we would have been much wilder. We wouldn’t have needed a closet to hide in. Thousands of friends and strangers would see our games live.----------- Live, Love, Laugh……. Get kinky!
-----------------------------------------------Sometimes we even acted decent.:rolleyes:

LOOKIN BACK ON LIFE
 

LOOKIN BACK ON LIFE
---I will try to remember other adventures in the lives and times of Denny & Dollie. Many people think, with all of the stories of the past, that all we did was have sex and play kinky games. Remember, we’ve been together over half a Century……and feel it. In between the games, there were many times Dollie had surgery and other problems. She went through cycles of being obese, thin, even bedridden for over a year. Dollie eventually went from a wheelchair to a walker, and now out does me.
---We had three kids of our own and adopted our first grandson. She went to PTA meetings, church events, helped with neighborhood yard sales, family vacations, etc. Everything a good Mother would do. Often we took our two young sons and several of their friends with us camping. And with one daughter, we'd take her and a few young girls other times. Along with two camping Clubs and membership RV parks, we were just a plain regular family having clean fun. The only difference, being with just our kids, camping, on beaches, and home, Dollie often wore bikinis, halter tops, or went topless till the kids were in early teens. Even the kids thought that was normal.
--- Keep in mind many nudists take their children to resorts and nude beaches. Something we would never do. We see nothing really wrong with it. But feel this is something children should chose for themselves later in their own lives. Going naked and other kinky things we’ve done were no business of our kids.
---It was those times we got away from the kids, either leaving them home with a sitter, or at membership campgrounds with supervision, that we played our tit games and eventually got more daring. These are the stories we tell bikers and friends who like Dollie for the way she dresses and acts when away from our local friends, relatives, and neighbors. We were young and the games seemed normal.
--- Even after retiring in 1994 our ages didn’t seem to matter. We fit right in with teeny-boppers and baby boomers. Then one day someone said “go granny” when Dollie was in a wet T-shirt contest. (By the way, she won first place.) At another bike event I was called gramps. We realized we were getting too old for acting this way. We both cut back on the type clothes we wore and how we carried on. Old friends and many bikers who remembered us the way we were began to question why we tamed down. Found out Dollie was the idol and envy of many, male and female. For years, she was often asked to give gals tips on what to wear and how to act sexy. They were still asking last time we were at a local bar. Even women who wouldn’t dress that way themselves, and men who wouldn’t let them, loved Dollie being so daring. Yes, many copied, at least for the day, and that’s the ultimate compliment.
--- We felt it was our calling to keep our tit games going after we were too old and after we were gone. We had to become teachers! Another reason for this CLOSET CLEANING group. We have no idea how many others actually do wear wilder clothes and play flashin and tit sharing games because of Dollie. We do know we’ve met many later, carrying on our family tradition. Women who were too shy, husbands too overly protective, now enjoying some clean simple booby games.
--- MsDollie always had firm erect breasts. I used to call them Cartoon Boobs because they were too high and too round. Age and a Brown Recluse spider changed this. After many surgeries and nearly loosing her breast….and her life, we still have two fairly decent play toys to continue our games till death. I’ve mentioned it elsewhere: the damaged breast now has internal scar tissue as it healed. There is a scar and flat spot in the area of surgery, performed twice, to remove the poison. Her right breast is softer and hangs because the Doctor removed flesh and muscle to make them approximately the same size again. The scars and the scar tissue make many think she's had implants. In truth doctors wanted to remove the one and give her an implant. Dollie said "I want real boobs no matter what size they end up."
--- Not the Cartoon boobs of the past. But still two fairly well shaped toys to continue showing and sharing. Due to other circumstances, we have not been able to attend any bike events or visit old booby partners. We didn’t know how anyone would react to Dollie’s new toys. We really don’t care because she is still alive, well, sexy, and has both breasts basically factory original.
---This didn’t turn out to be the kinky story of games and perversion that I started. But hopefully it will encourage you, the readers, to just let loose and enjoy your body no matter what shape it’s in. We know, on this site, many now the ages we were back then, are already playing games we didn’t try till we got older. Congratulations, have a wild fun time, but be careful.
And remember this, surveillance cameras, digital cameras, and cell phone cameras were not invented when our games began. I was drawing booby pictures on cave walls.

Car-Bike Show and Swap meet.
 

“Those Pasties and G-strings.”
--- Many places in Florida have a regular monthly car and motorcycle show, consisting of antiques, street rods, muscle cars, etc. along with a large used parts swap meet. W********, held in an old fair grounds…… coincidently at W*****, Florida, is well known by car guys. This evolved into another nearby show at the same time, at ********, also a bike show and biker parts swap meet since there are many bikers in central Florida. In time, shit happened. The originators and the car show-swap meet portion of W**** was moved to the other fairground only miles North. Surprisingly, the motorcycle swap meet and show remained at W**** and got much larger. It also began having car shows. Both events are now held, as before, once a month. Sadly at the same time. We‘d switch between them. So large, it is impossible to attend both in one day. Found that out soon! But the W--- swap meet is more fun for lookin at biker babes.
---As with most swap meets, vendors appeared selling craft items, flowers and shrubs, new reproduction car and bike parts, and clothing. At first it seemed to be automotive related clothing….T-shirts, racing jackets, etc. Same with the motorcycle apparel. Somewhere along the line, sexy women's clothes appeared. While I‘d shop for a motorcycle T-shirt or a hotrod shirt, Dollie was wandering through bikinis, mini skirts, and see-through tops. I always enjoyed this because she often wanted to try on her latest discovery.
---Swap meet vendors do not have fancy dressing rooms. They often do have clothes racks to stand behind, to be partially hidden, but rarely completely. And those utility trailers or cube vans that they brought their treasures in worked as make-shift dressing rooms. Vendors were, most times, willing to help Dollie find a changing area. Mostly because she’d model her latest find right in front of anyone within site. Free modeling for more sales! Lots of good clothing buys. Lots of useless crap over the years.
--- Dollie regularly bought leather biker type clothing and lacy undergarments from the same woman vendor. As often happens, she’d get a discount. One time the vendor lady told Dollie she had a gift for her. Showed Dollie several colors and styles of pasties and matching thong or G-string bottoms. All nicely sealed in bubble-type containers. Dollie accepted a pretty blue set. Never wore them. But a few months later, Dollie bought some more clothes she just had to have for an upcoming party or bike event. This time she graciously accepted a red set of pasties and G-string.
--- Dollie always said “someday I’ll wear these things.” I believe she did try them on at home a time or two. But like 90% of all bikinis and sexy lingerie bought by women…never worn out of the bedroom. But, Dollie did finally wear the red pasties right there in a crowded New Orleans strip joint on Bourbon Street!. Yea Dollie! No no pictures. We were usually too busy having fun.
Remembered another clothing story at the same monthly car-bike-swap meet. Read it next.

INTERNET MODEL
 

INTERNET MODEL

---Way back in the dark ages, late nineties, we had no idea exactly what internet was. Kids in Illinois had it. Friends had it. But never paid much attention to those big ole monitors and boxes in people’s homes. Again,at the swap meet, just a few vendor spaces down from the lady who gave Dollie clothing discounts and pasties was a new biker wear vendor into leather clothing only. Seems he was only going to try the swap meet a few times. He sells over internet usually. Whatever that was.
---No other customers or swap meet visitors were nearby. This temporary vendor setup wasn’t doing well. The guy was on an end row, main isle, with several of those pop up shelters filled with tables and racks. His cube van nearby for storage. Seemed like a great location. Like me, most were lookin for used bike or car parts, or were there for the car and bike show. As I scrounged through dirty rusty car parts across the isle, Dollie tried on an extremely low revealing leather biker babe top in the guy‘s cube van. Stepped out lookin sexy. Suddenly a few couples showed up to look at merchandise….. Or Dollie’s titties! (.)(.) Couple of men picked out similar sexy tops for their women. Sales were made. Prices were slightly high considering they were swap meet clothes.
---Man explained he’d been looking for a model to demo his clothing line on his internet web site. Still had no idea what he was talking about. Website? He asked Dollie if she’d mind trying on a pair of short leather shorts, along with that top, and he’d take some pictures. That’s like asking me if I like tits! This wardrobe brought a larger crowd. More sales were made after the vendor, I, and others took some pictures.
---An idea was born. If Dollie lets him take some more pictures with her modeling other skimpy things from his clothing line she can keep those she now has on. Also he would give her a discount on anything else she likes. Like dangling a fresh worm in front of a hungry Catfish! A model was born! The deal was he’d put those pictures on his website. Plus he gave us cards to hand out advertising his leather clothing.
---I had forgotten this till now. All cards were handed out or lost years ago.Have no idea whether Dollie became an internet clothing model or how business went. After that one time, we began going more to the other, newest, show-swap meet because we enjoyed showing our old cars at that one more. And, being larger, it was getting more and more car parts vendors.
---This temporary clothing model thing happened many times, before, and after that time. Usually involved getting something half-priced or free. Everything from bikinis to narrow suspenders and jewelry. But the real reason was because we both got a cheap thrill when it happened.
On a plus side for the vendors, I’m pretty sure each made enough on new sales to make up for the losses in Dollie’s discounts.

YARD SALES AND ROADSIDE VENDORS
 

YARD SALES AND ROADSIDE VENDORS

---There are many women who stick their nose up when yard sales are mentioned. Dollie loves them and gets some new and nearly new clothes that way. Believe me, there is no way I could afford all the clothes she has if they were all bought at an upscale clothing store. But we go more for the kinky games we play than the bargains. I’ve written someplace about some of the great buys Dollie got at yard sales. I’ll hit briefly on a few here. Most often it’s the good deals she’s gotten on clothes for herself. Of course, what she was wearing at the time made a lot of difference on the reactions of the sellers.
--- These games work especially well with males at yard sales. They like watching Dollie try on clothes over whatever she is wearing. To tease and hopefully get even better bargains she’ll ask what they’d take for an item if she removed her top to try another on. The word FREE has come up a lot! There seems to always be a place to semi hide behind other items so most shoppers and neighbors can’t see her. Maybe behind a car, rack of clothing, even inside a garage.
---As I’ve mentioned many times, it was never the money saved, or even the fact she needed some new clothes. It was the fun. Dollie has gotten me some real good deals too. I’d often coax her into asking for discounts on everything from tools to car parts. Bending over, or letting a strap slip down, as she looks at the item seems to bring the prices down. This has worked at yard sales, flea markets, and car swap meets. Even if the vendor doesn’t reduce his price, we all get a cheap thrill.
---The most looked for things of course are sexy revealing clothing and leather biker clothes. She’s gotten jackets, chaps, and vests at bargain prices. Once in Wisconsin while wearing a bikini in 100 degree weather, Dollie tried on and bought a men’s leather jacket and chaps for under $50. Roadside junk vendors are often fun too. She’s gotten me old license plates and tools for a few dollars, and yard ornaments and trinkets for pennies. In the Florida Keys she bought a bunch of those wind socks, camper or yard ornaments, and other cool things at give-away prices just for showing a lot of skin. All crap we needed badly!
---These games work equally well at small produce and fruit stands, and food vendors along the back roads. More than once Dollie has shown a melon of her own for a free or discounted fresh melon. This is cheap fun entertainment for warmer weather anyplace you may travel. Give yourself and some strangers a thrill to pass the time and make some memories.

Our Barely Legal-Aged Local Bar Adventure Beginnings
 

Our Barely Legal-Aged Local Bar Adventure Beginnings
---I wrote in another section about how we started going to Strip Clubs in Central Illinois as soon as we were of legal age. There were many strip joints in the nearby city, Peoria. Some were up-scale and many sleazy low-classed neighborhood dives. A combination of low pay, more fun at the little joints, and raising a new family, we chose the sleazy neighborhood dives.
---Those were perhaps our real training periods for Dollie to dress like a hooker or stripper. Our only other previous experiences with Dollie showing skin were while camping, hiking, and other outdoor adventures. Those were totally different and natural feeling. Spending hours in those tiny crowded night clubs with all eyes sometimes on Dollie, made for creepy erotic experiences. Those who never lived it may not realize how nasty some old men talk in neighborhood bars and strip joints.
--- Naturally, barely legal, Dollie fit right in at those strip clubs. So much that often she was mistaken for one of the local strippers----or a prostitute. We looked at these as compliments. Adding to the fun, several of our young female friends worked in those small strip clubs. Between them, the owners, and some of my buddies, Dollie was constantly being offered a job. Considering what I was earning, I often asked her to try the stripper’s way of life. Some girls were making a decent living that way. Because many strippers ended up becoming prostitutes ,lesbians, or druggies, neither Dollie or I really liked the idea.
--- But this story is about the small neighborhood regular bars in our small town. There were only two biker bars and biker bars had a bad name at this time. One was a private very nasty wild place. (Story later) The other was public and not much cleaner. Since we now had a motorcycle, we did occasionally stop for a few drinks during weekend afternoons at the public biker bar. Bikers there were loud, dirty mouthed, and constantly hitting on Dollie to show her tits and ass. Altho this was something we’d been around in other places, it’s how they talked and acted that made us feel uncomfortable. Dollie always dressed more decently when stopping there so as not to encourage them.
---Since I was the youngest at the local factory, I was always teased about sex and being the man of the house. A bunch of the guys stopped every evening after work at a few local taverns for a few beers and to play pool or cards. I had to eventually stop in too to prove I wore the pants in our family.These were friendly reasonably quiet places not far from home. Prices were cheap on meals, sandwiches and beer, either draft or bottled. There always seemed to be a female bartender and a few friendly customers wearing short skirts and low tops.
---Some of the guys coaxed me into bringing Dollie to their favorite watering hole. They’d seen the pictures of her I had on my office desk and thought she looked hot and sexy. Several mentioned her boobs lookin nice and wanted to see them in person. I was proud of those boobs so it didn’t take much coaxing. Dollie was curious about the bar, the sexy lookin women I’d mentioned, and the co workers who thought she looked hot! So, one evening after work, I went straight home and got Dollie to go to the local employee’s favorite bar.
--- Dollie was wearing cheek showin hot pants and a low slung tit showin blouse. It’s what she’d worn all day and, as she said--- ”I ain’t about to change just to go to some run down local bar.” Needless to say, my co workers loved how Dollie looked. Most said her boobs were bigger than in the pictures on my desk. Dollie loved that and the attention she got that evening.
---A new trend began! I’m not positive if it was there, or at a strip club that we both first got all the beers we wanted---free! This was a bonus nearly every time we went out any place drinkin. Keep in mind, draft beer was like 25-35 cents back in the 60’s and a bottle of domestic around 50 cents or less. It was the thought that counted. Also, I was makin only around a dollar an hour! Dollie was havin fun at those employee hangouts and soon we were spending time in other local taverns around town. Meals were cheap, drinks cheap --usually free--- and everyone always friendly. Like Cheers, in small towns, everyone knew your name.
--- I don’t really remember a lot of flashing back then, but lots of exposed tittie flesh and short skirts were always available. It was soon a competition between Dollie and the other local gals. Seems like tops got lower, and skirts got shorter, as time went by. Gals didn’t usually actually flash. But tits seemed to be hangin free, Dollie’s included, in those other taverns. Not a bad thing for us girl watchin men. Dollie kept her tits reasonably covered at the bars closer to work where my co workers hung out.
---This dressing sexy, and letting everything all hang out, was our training for other strip clubs, and for taverns away from home. It was then we played our real booby and pussy showing games. By the time we were in our early-twenties, micro minis without panties, low tops without bras, flashing, and mooning were part of our normal vacation adventures. It soon became normal for Dollie to sit around showing her pussy in those small neighborhood bars and tiny strip clubs. I may have been her teacher. But she was a good student.

The Joint
 

THE JOINT--------- A story about the local biker club bar.

---Things were different many years ago and this was one reason bikers had a bad name. This was, is, a public bar right near downtown. Yet, if you didn't belong to the CLUB, or were not with another member, you weren't welcome. The members didn't call it a club, they called it their GANG.
---Believe me many strangers and other bad assed bikers found this out the hard way. Even the Cops would rarely go in the place. Then only in groups and after much complaining by citizens. I'd heard many stories about THE JOINT as I grew up in town. But didn't believe most of them. Young girls, often too young, were coaxed and tricked into going to the JOINT. Many never returned to freedom. They, along with wives and girlfriends of other members, were used as sex slaves and bar girls.
----Often young girls were taken to the clubhouse near the next town to be used as toys for the club officers...then when they tired of the girls...used by other gang members. Some girls were never seen again. It only surfaced many years later that rumors of young girls being tortured then murdered were true. Bodies were found and gang members eventually went to prison.
---But here is a little story about the few times I was invited to THE JOINT by co worker and friend Hippy D. Hippy and I worked for the same company. We often rode to and from work together. He had a wild lookin Sportster chopper. Me a bone-stock 1950 Panhead. Hippy usually stopped at the JOINT on the way home and I went on to my house. He was often askin me to stop in for a few beers.
---One afternoon I did. Needless to say, I was scared shitless....or whatever! But, being invited by Hippy, I was welcomed and began to feel somewhat comfortable. There were only a few women there that first time. One the bar maid in hot pants and a cleavage poppin top. A few others, awfully young I thought, sittin on biker's laps or huggin and being pawed by several different bikers. As far as I remember, those young kids wore mini skirts and some sort of blouses with their ittie bittie titties exposed. May have been topless or had them hangin completely out the tops. All I remember is lots of tits and ass showin on several young lookin girls.
---Maybe a few month's later, I stopped again with Hippy. As soon as I was inside the door I was shocked. A pretty, young, naked girl was laid out on the pool table, spread out. Her hands and feet being held by four wild lookin bikers. Others were jammin fingers and pool balls in her pussy. Occasionally a biker would stick a pool cue up her ass or c*nt till she screamed loudly.
--- As I sat at the bar with Hippy I watched as several of those big fat bikers took turns fucking her repeatedly. At the same time, other young girls were being fondled and were screaming. They were being yanked around by their tits and fingered by which ever biker was near. I heard someone telling them they were next on the pool table. I drank my beer and walked out. Hippy followed me telling me this happens all the time. I never went back again. There were often police cars and cops in the lot on weekends. Sometime after that, the JOINT and the clubhouse were raided and arrests were made.
---The JOINT is still there but I have no idea what goes on inside now days. I actually went in several years ago after Hippy moved back home from Florida where he also retired. No one knew anything about him but remembered the Hippy with the blue chopper. The few minutes I was there, the few people inside were friendly

RIVER RATS… Part 1
 

RIVER RATS… Part 1
---Let’s go back to Central Illinois, where I was born and raised. After I met Dollie and got my first car we were free. Free to roam beyond the small city where we lived. Even when still in High School, I loved hiking, swimming, and driving around in circles.
There were several old gravel pit lakes where we used to ride our bikes to swim in clear blue spring filled water. Rare for muddy Illinois lakes and streams. Two of these small lakes beyond town were developed into pay swimming beaches. Fun at times. But why pay to go to a crowded beach when nothing except chain link fences and KEEP OUT signs were in the way at several other lakes?
--- But this is about a small river that wandered through the County. We could get to it going East, South, or south West. We usually went south. Near the river to the East was another pay gravel pit beach with camping. Spent many weekends there and a few small access areas along the “River.”
---South of town, or south and then West were two popular swimming holes with fresh springs along the River banks. Each was easy to get to because of new vehicle bridges leaving nice graded sloping areas to walk down to the River. We could park beside the roadway in the newly graded approach sections. No Parking signs and ornery cops were unheard of. This was the midwest back in the good ol days.
--- Location one was south of town. Besides the vehicle bridge for the two lane County road, there was a railroad bridge next to it, both crossed the River. This railroad bridge was an iron trestle type and there were RR switch yards not far in both directions. Short trains would be pulled either direction by a single engine and caboose many times an afternoon. Most times there were two engineers in the front engine and a few switchmen in the little red caboose.
---This swimming hole was popular for young families on weekends because of the shallow flat beach area for kids to play under and to one side of the RR trestle. Upstream and down slightly there were sweeping “S” curves with cool springs. These areas were cut deeply by the sometimes high water and swift current after rains. A fun place to dive and swim. The River was about 100’ wide in places and there were holes 25-30’ deep in the tight bends. But there were also areas only 25’ to 30’ wide with trees jutting out over the water. Many dead trees were always scattered along the banks. At times there might be places to walk across only knee deep. So then only small Jon boats and similar fishing boats were all that were on the River. Rarely were hunters or fishermen in the areas we swam.
--- During the week in warm weather teens and mostly young couples with cars would meet to party, cook out under the vehicle bridge, swim and sun themselves. Never seemed too crowded most times and we all got to know each other as friends. Even though the River was usually shallow near the RR bridge brave, or stupid, kids would jump and dive from the RR trestle.
---Okay now the scene is set. Since we were mostly teens thru maybe 30ish, we were brave beyond our wise-ness. And ya gotta remember poor farmers and poor city-slickers didn’t own swimsuits. Started out with the gals usually wearing t-shirts and short shorts. Guys wearing cut-off jeans or boxer short underwear. Didn’t take long to find out swimming in those things wasn’t practical. Besides if they didn’t fall off, for the most part tops were see-thru, or some other danged kid yanked em off!
---Over time, it was known by many as the nude swimming hole. Soon even newcomers went skinny dippin there. No one above could see because the RR bridge blocked the view from the vehicle bridge unless people wandered too far up or down stream. And people on the highway drove too fast to see anything anyway. As far as I recollect, the only hanky-panky goin on would be around the fire pit and in the River after dark. No one fooled with any gal he didn’t bring. No one got mouthy or talked dirty. Amazing when you add beer, booze, and horny kids from farms and the small towns. But, again, life was different in the olden days!
---When a train came either direction on the single set of tracks the ground shook. From the south they blew their whistle for a small entrance road to a vacation cabin area. Those neekid people who were beyond the two bridges would jump into the river or run under one of the two bridges. Worked great for a Summer or two. Then some gal either got brave or wasn’t fast enough and got caught by the guys in the engine of the Choo choo train. A new game was created! The engineer tooted the horn and the men waved. The switchmen in the caboose apparently were warned. They stood out on the back open area and yelled and waved also.
---Yep, new game! The girl or girls who got caught naked laughed and everyone teased them. After that, every time a train went over the trestle, the engineer slowed way down and everyone on board waved and hollered! This became a dare and double-dare ya thing for most of us on the riverbank. It went on for as long as I remember. Can’t believe the cops never were called. No cell phones. But, again, things were different back then. No one was hurt and everybody got a thrill.
---As for me and Dollie, I know exactly why we stopped going down there to that swimming hole. Mom’s brother, my uncle, was a RR switchman! Nuff said? Don’t think he actually saw us. But he mentioned to us what he did see a few times as he passed that trestle! That’s why we moved to the next swimming hole South-West on another County road. No train tracks there. But two small airports where new pilots practiced touch-n-go landings and old crop duster planes flew in and out. More teasin. But even those old bi-planes could only slow down for a quick peek!
-------------Stay tuned for this swimming hole story another day. As Archie Bunker said----Those were the good ole dayz.”

RIVER RATS Part 2
 

RIVER RATS Part 2

---Well here we are in Central Illinois, headed for another swimming hole at THE RIVER. We passed this place many times before the new bridge was put in. We always went farther to Spring Lake, to swim, fish, even campout along the edges of this large long spring-fed lake. Didn’t realize it then, it was formed out of wetlands and springs using low levees to create a Duck hunting area. But this could be another story.
--- Let’s go back down to the River! For many years we never went to this wide spring-feed spot with a wide sweeping bend along the River. Dense trees and brush, no places to park, and difficult to get down to water. A new bridge and the right of ways cleared now made access easy for us kids. But now this swimming hole was even nicer as far as family swimming. On one side, there was a natural wide slopping beach. The far side had a steep bank and a farmer’s field fenced from access from the County road. This twisty-turning River flowed wildly during Spring thaws and other times of heavy rains farther North. It created nice deep pockets in the curves….great for Catfishin and swimming. The new modern bridge, again, created slopping approaches for easy access to the nice natural beach below. Also again making a safe parking area for vehicles on the shoulders.
--- Since young couples with kids, and Grannies alike, came here to cool off during Summer weekends, we wandered down to the River after school, then on after work. We were all grown up and mature by now. Everyone wore bathing suits here. I was finally wearing Speedos and soon bikinis that my blushing bride and her girlfriends insisted I wore. You may think Pussy whipped or henpecked. But I learned long before this that it pays to listen to women.
--- Since this was a low bridge over the River, and much of the nice beach area was farther south of the bridge, it was more open for being seen from the bridge and roadway. Farmers on tractors, in grain trucks, and people passing to go fishing in the lake beyond often stopped on the bridge to take a look. But just cause we all wore bathing suits to the river didn’t mean they always remained all the way on, or even on, at all times! After all, we often played games like keep away, tag, etc. in and out of the water.
---But this is supposed to be about nudity and flashing again. Occasionally when a local farmer on a tractor, grain hauler, or anyone traveling this County road regularly passed or stopped briefly a breast or bare butt might be exposed for a few moments. This seemed to cause them to stop more often and look longer. Yelling nice comments and hinting to show more seemed to bring out the breast…best in many of the gals. And the bathing suits, over time, seemed to get skimpier, leaving more flesh bare and more accidental exposure. (?) Keep in mind the midwest was behind with clothing trends out on the west coast. And again the games began. I would get Dollie to loosen her bikini straps even more, letting her boobs flop out without much movement…by accident. Seems like the other gals were competing, which was fine with us young guys.
---Then one hot afternoon Dollie and I went to the river just to cool off alone. There was no one there except about 5 or 6 gals about our ages….mid-twenties. They seemed to be playing keep-away or just tossing a beach ball around. Boobies were bouncing freely in the open. They must have not expected anyone there either, cause they wore the tiniest bikinis possible. This was before us Mid-Westerners ever heard of thongs. Me being the only male, they seemed noticeably embarrassed at first, slipping pretty titties back into too-small cups the best they could. ----Dollie’s bikini was as tiny and my bikini, not covering too much either. We discovered that if I wore bikinis made of stretchy material my little pecker would sort of lay in a pouch. Altho we’d never seen these gals before, we were soon welcomed and joined in the game of keep away. Yes, I was trying to be careful,,,,, yea right….but seemed to be grabbing hands-full of bare boobies more often than the beach ball!
--- One of the girls decided to get even. Next time I “accidentally” got a grip on her bare breast she pulled my bikini down. A few gals got a peek before I could get my swimsuit back up. It happened again and again, all the while Dollie was laughing as much as those gals. Actually I believe it was Dollie who finally pulled my bikini down past my knees. I lost my balance and fell. Things get dizzy from here on. One of the girls was holding my bikini, then I was chasing her to get it. No longer was this a game of ball keep away….it became a game of my bikini, keeping it away from me. The more I ran and grabbed boobs, the more my Cock bounced and got hard. Each time a vehicle approached from either direction, I knelt down in the shallow water in the river.
---These gals weren't dumb. Those wild crazy girls stayed in the knee deep water and on the beach, forcing me to run wildly, naked as a Jay bird, in hot pursuit! I suppose this game ended as we all got tired. I don’t actually remember getting fondled by any of the girls. But I occasionally got grabbed and bumped during this recovery attempt. Finally my swimsuit was returned, we all had some laughs, and eventually we left. I don’t recall ever seeing those gals again. Tried to remember the car they were in but never saw it either. Dollie teased me many times and told our girlfriends about it.
---Yes, we sometimes took one of Dollie’s horny friends to those swimming holes too. But they remained good girls for the most part, in public. That is except for Charlotte a few times at the big deep clear Spring Lake. But that’s nuther story!

RIVER RATS Pt. 3
 

RIVER RATS Pt. 3
Airplanes motorcycles,trucks, and tractors?


-------What a combination. Add these things to a day swimming at the River and some people may wonder if I have totally lost it. Why yes I have. But that was long before I wrote this… today, Dec 7th 2009.
Way back in River Rat #1 I mentioned airplanes. I told a little story about the RIVER swimming hole number two. But saved this topic for another little story.
---You may be asking yourself, “How can someone way up in an airplane see people in and near a river flashing?” Well ask no more. I did mention two very small private airports in the area. Pilots and their students practiced touch-n-go and short flights from both airports which just happened to be among the farm land surrounding THE RIVER. Also, crop dusting was still being done in these areas to fertilize and for debugging of crops. Never even considered what those yeller or white clouds of smoke were doing to our lungs. Most of us lived threw it.
---As you will remember from my other stories, most of the gals, from teens up to even 40’s, weren’t bashfull about exposing their mammary glands back then while cavorting along the river bank. Apparently we grew up in the right place at the right time cause It just seemed natural and normal. And naturally I normally enjoyed it! Over time, at this new swimming hole next to the County road, the pilots flew lower to get a view of the river or something below. They often flew amazingly low and seemed to nearly stop overhead. Safe? I don’t know. As far as we know, none crashed near there.
--- As with the train crews at the other river swimming hole, gals seemed to be thrilled flashin and teasin the men in those small planes. Just guessing they were always men. This went on for many years also. Yes, we did switch off between the RR trestle swimming hole and this one. Often during the same afternoon since they weren’t far apart and gas was cheap.
---Farm tractors often passed over the bridge, even when it wasn’t planting or pickin times. Just their way of getting from farm to farm and to other fields. Also I believe because they sat higher for better viewing of the scenery below, they sometimes just took a little ride. Few tractors had cabs, stereos, AC or that crap back in the 60’s and 70’s. For some reason gals also got a kick out of showin their bare ass and boobs to the farmers. I guess cause the guys usually yelled nice things and seemed to enjoy the little peep shows.
---And I cannot forget those young kids who usually drove the grain trucks. Yes, I’m saying young gals flashed. But you can bet Dollie was often the young gal who caused the others to be showin their goods too. See, I’m doin good so far. That leaves only motorsickles. Sure there were many cars and pick-um-up trucks stopping for scenery checks also. Dollie was flashin from our cars and for others for many years before this. You just know I’ll have more stories about highway flashin.
--Over the years, I bought a bunch of small bikes, 100 CC, and finally a 150 Honda. The Honda barely carried the two of us around town and occasionally to the swimming holes. The 15 mile rides to Peoria and 50+ to Bloomington, Illinois was the last straw for Dollie. Especially when she had to walk up a steep hill in Peoria. And something about slipping back onto the license plate didn’t set well with her riding the little Honda anymore. It was fine for around town and takin us to the swimming holes on flat highway. It actually got up to the speed limit before we got to the river.
---May not have been safe or biker cool, but we often wore nothing except our bikini and tennis shoes. Then in 1965, I bought a new Mustang Fastback and a 1950 Harley tank shifter, one of the last non-Police bikes with chrome shifter on tank. I still think that was cool, with leather bags and big blue tint windshield. Both were high speed black. Yea, we still often rode wearing nothing but itty bitty bikini or short shorts. We weren’t bikers, but we were tough! By some chance of luck, I never crashed while dressed like that!
--- What we really liked about the bikes was we could go to either swimming hole at the river and hide the bike in the weeds. Seems as though with one of our cars, or street rods sittin along the road, someone else would show up to swim. When we hid the bike and stayed nearer the bridges, we often had either swimming hole all day to ourselves.
---Sure, we loved people back then, just like now. But we could do things in the river and under the bridges alone that we wouldn’t do in a crowd. Yes, that also changed after we got caught by a few others and learned how much fun kinky sex could be! So, still no dirty story this time. Just showing I could write about planes, trains, tractors and other stuff. Usually alone we both were naked, or Dollie at least topless. And the men in planes, trains, tractors, cars and trucks, even some other motorcycles, took a peek.
---Yes, we did get caught at the second swimming hole at the river once when we were all alone and Dollie was topless. A County cop stopped on the bridge and told us to either get under the bridge or get some clothes on!
Yep, life really was different and more fun back then.

River Rats part #4
 

River Rats part #4 AT THE LAKE WITH CHARLOTTE

And old stuff reviewed
Finally a story suitible for this group. I get dirty!


---We discovered that we were basically exhibitionists and nudists at an early time of our lives together. Adding to this mix, we were lucky enough to have an added female partner most of the time. There is no better place for these adventures than at a place with water. Swimming pools, rivers, and lakes fit that requirement. The City pool and public beaches were not exactly right for our new games. But, we were lucky to have a spring fed gravel pit lake at each end of town. Plus two rivers with many secluded areas to swim, fish, and party. Also, not too far away, is a large State Park with a spring fed lake. All of these places gave us a great selection of hangouts for evenings and weekends. The only problem this was in Illinois where we could only play in those places during the summer months.
---- Since we love camping, we would always look for campgrounds with places to wear swimsuits. There always seemed to be a secluded area for Dollie to go topless, or us to go naked. Over the years, it became natural to be neekid ! And when we got neekid, we got kinky and horny. Nature usually took over. Not realizing it, we soon became exhibitionists and nudists. We found that we could even screw in crowded pools or hot tubs without being detected….. Sometimes !
--- Seemed that at least one of Dollie’s high school girl friends lived with us for most of our first six or seven years in our tiny one bedroom home. Charlotte was our first bed partner and over the longest time. Yes, a man’s home is his castle. And I made the rules in my castle. One bedroom for the baby. One sofa bed in the tiny living room. We all sleep together. We all sleep naked. I sleep in the middle. Take it or leave.
---I wrote about this set up in other stories. Married young and had the only house for friends to hang out. Life was gooood. Thinkin back, we never had much time alone as newlyweds. Yea, but life was gooood ! So, almost everywhere we went, our newest live in partner went too. Not a bad thing for a horny young lad.
---In the story River Rats part two I mentioned taking Charlotte, one of Dollie’s horny girlfriends, swimming with us. In our younger, carefree days, we spent many Summers at the ole swimming hole at the lake. We didn’t always go to the river. There were those three lakes where we also spent summers. This story is about the spring filled swimming hole at the bigger lake. The cool clear spring fed area we swam was right next to a County road, at a very small bridge with a culvert, where small fishing boats passed from one end of the lake to the other. This was the same county road that went over the river swimmin hole.
---But at the lake we had to keep reasonably covered up. We didn’t have too many choices where to swim a the lake. Not many places for parking, or easy access, and most of the long lake is filled with lily pads and thick mosses. After many years, the State gave up on clearing it with chemicals or dredging the stuff out. This left only a few crystal clear pools where springs bubbled up.
--- For many young people, us included, this meant wearing a bikini, if they had one. Bikinis were still uncommon in Central Illinois at that time so lots of kids wore jeans, cut-offs, T-shirts, or bras and panties. Many of those items became transparent when wet. This made for some excitement for the meek and mild when they soon discovered they were exposed. For most, it only added to the fun of swimming and keeping cool on hot summer days. Still, when wet jeans became awkward and transparent undies began slipping down, many just decided to remove them and enjoy the swim. When a boat or vehicle was near, skinny dippin kept most people in the water.
--By this time in our lives, we were already comfortable swimming and relaxing nude. Therefore it was normal for Dollie, her girlfriends, and I to strip off our clothes when others did. Believe me this took some getting used to. As Dollie and I did when and wherever possible, we’d play around with each other and fuck in the water. We were usually standing waist to chest high. Skinny little Charlotte would dive down to watch, often swimming between our legs and grabbing a feel. Charlotte would play with my cock and rub Dollie’s pussy and boobs, as we fondled each other, and her. Charlotte loved holding the base of my prick as I fucked Dollie in the clear spring water. We were learning a lot of new games.
---This wasn’t new to us. Charlotte was the first girl to watch Dollie and I fuck at home. This went on for many years while Charlotte lived with us. At the lake, it seemed kinkier because Charlotte would tell others what we were doing and how far I had it in Dollie. This led to a few guys and gals checking out our sex acts for themselves. Remember, cold clear spring water!
---As a show off, I’d long stroke Dollie, pulling it nearly out, then forcing it back into her tight c*nt. We were amazed how long Charlotte and others could hold their breath and remain under water. The icy cold clear water made pussys tight and cocks shrivel up. Don’t know how I did it but I always seemed to have a hard-on in any pool or lake, and was able to force it into Dollie’s tight c*nt. Oh to be young again!
---Don’t get me wrong. Dollie’s pussy was loose and juicy out of water. As was the case at home, or anywhere on dry land, I could barely get a finger into Charlottes super tiny pussy. So there was no getting anything into it in the cold lake water.
---Yes, I tried many times at home, in bed, to fuck Charlotte. That gal had the smallest, tightest pussy I can remember ! Charlotte had a set of very small perky titties on her skinny, yet shapely, body. She wore micro mini skirts and never a bra or panties. When Charlotte wore jeans, she put them on wet and they dried like a second skin. A sexy lookin b*tch. A great second play toy for me. Charlotte loved wearing very little and teasing others. I believe she was an influence on Dollie and I. They’d both try to out do each other wearing sexy clothing and showing off. When they wore bikinis, it was almost like that saying “two band-aids and a cork.“ We got run outta the City pool.
--- I had a rough life growing up and learning about sex with Dollie and Charlotte around. I don’t know if you’d call Charlotte a wh*r*, or not. She fucked just about any young kid who could get a small pecker in her. Of course, her reputation seemed to bring a never ending supply of young guys to our door. But she did it for fun, not money.
---Charlotte was always willing. I tried to fuck her many times over the years. Couldn’t even get the head in. I spent a lot of time finger fucking Charlotte and Charlotte masturbating me. Sometimes I'd masturbate her while fucking Dollie. Dollie watched Charlotte’s lovers fuck her often with their small dicks. In fact Dollie watched several other young couples screw as girlfriends brought boys to the house. This was while I was hard at work.
--- Not sure why. But if a boy was at the house when I came home he’d usually leave. Keep in mind, we were young then too. Dollie and Charlotte two years younger than me, barely eighteen. Charlotte’s boyfriends barely legal. Dollie would sometimes go topless when young guys were at the house making love with Charlotte or another girlfriend. But, Dollie would never let any other male touch or fuck her. Not even those with small pricks…. even with my permission and encouragement . Yes I beggd her to try them. It was only fair with all the young pussy I was getting. We were living in a fantasy world and didn't even realize it.
--- I knew about all of these daytime games because Dollie loved telling me about Charlotte and her lovemaking. Over many of our earliest years of married life, we had different temporary girlfriends living with us. All were very playful. I fucked some and fucked Dollie as each would cheer us on. Still Dollie didn’t want another cock. Since many of the girls were barely of age most had very tight c*nts. So I'd tit fuck them or finger them and Charlotte often. Keep in mind Dollie just turned eighteen and I was twenty but we were married.
---Those gals kept me awake many nights for years playing adult games. I'd fall asleep getting masturbated or fucked. Hell I'd wake up in the night being sucked, fucked, or jacked off! It was terrible! Can you imagine how red and sore my penis would be? This story was supposed to be about Charlotte and the ole swimming hole. But I felt it needed some background to complete it.
--- Getting back to the swimming hole, Charlotte, Dollie, and a bunch of other fun lovin naturists, visualize this. Sometimes when fucking Dollie in the water, as Charlotte watched, I’d pull out of Dollie’s pussy to shoot my wad. Charlotte would yell out for the others to look at the white Jazz as it floated to the surface of the clear spring water. Icky ! Charlotte, being a kinky show off, sometimes scooped up a handful of semen and licked it from her hands. Double icky ! Usually Charlotte played with my hard cock as I stood waist deep in the cool spring water. I have no idea if it was always Charlotte? Could have been one of the other girls playing.
---When back in Illinois this summer, we visited Charlotte, Mary, and a few other old girlfriends. It had been years. All are very obese and I didn’t recognize any at first. Everyone remembered our wild sexy past and never regretted a moment. Well, Charlotte and I did have a few regrets. She and I never did get to fuck. Lots of finger fucking. But couldn’t get it in that tight pussy. Charlotte recently offered me a chance to try again. I used the ole “can’t get it up” excuse. Even if I had a hard-on it would shrivel up if I saw that fat body naked now ! Some of us just don’t age gracefully !
---I’ve mentioned this before. Our lives were a real life X-rated movie adventure and we thought it was normal. Looking back, we are both happy Dollie never did share her pussy for intercourse. We’re happy that we had that tiny one bedroom one bed home when we got married. We’re happy we had so many horny sexy girlfriends. I’m happy Dollie chose me ! Yep, life was gooood in the good ole days !

NEW THREAD----TRAINING DOLLIE
 

Acording to the rules I am starting off with a fib. Pretend Dollie was 18 as these stories unfold. I can't see anthing wrong with us marrying younger. It happened.

---First off, I am not going to attempt to get ages and dates exact. If I try and some info is different than already written, some members may think I am making this up. Ya can’t make this stuff up, my friends. Of course names may or may not be changed. Also when repeating an old story I hope to add new facts and show how others influenced little Dollie to be the grown up woman she now is.
--- Also, I must apologize for stories and facts being out of order. Seems as though, as I write, things pop up so I add as I continue. With Dollie’s help, here is our newest adventure. Many new old stories are lurking in my perverted little brain. As I find time, they will seep out and into this topic so I will number each. You will also see that it is not only me who is perverted.
TRAINING DOLLIE #1___ LIKE MOTHER LIKE CHILD, almost!
---Dollie came from a strange family. An older sister, two older brothers, a younger sister, and three younger brothers. Plus there were many miscarriages in between. Mom was a fuckin baby factory. Looking back, no one is sure all of those babies and lost babies were created by daddy. Agreed, still not strange. As a child, Dollie, her two sisters and the brother at that time, were tortured by the two older brothers while they lived on a farm in south Minnesota.
---Since this has nothing to do with Dollie’s kinky way of life, and it is a story of it’s own, I am only mentioning it briefly. Then again, a youg lady regularly having a bee-bee gun fired into her c*nt, sticks, tools, other objects, and fingers of brothers poked in, may have influenced her future. Mother knew, teachers and neighbors knew. Life was different back then! It’s a family matter. No one wanted to get involved!
----Mom was from Illinois, dad from Indiana. A brief description of Dollie’s Mom. She was slim, rather good lookin, with nice erect firm titties. Don’t even ask how I knew! They weren’t large, yet quite nice and perky for her size and shape. I’m guessing mommy and daddy were late 40’s when I entered the picture. What happened before this are things Dollie, her brothers, and sisters told me.
----B.D., before Denny. That’s me. After moving back to central Illinois from southern Minnesota the northern hillbillies settled a little north east of Peoria, Illinois, in a rundown farmhouse in the country. No indoor plumbing meant no water. A well and an outhouse were way out back. I can write this because only us remain alive.
I called them hillbillies because of the way they lived, dressed, and talked. Never knew hillbillies came from the flatland of the north. Maybe this is a derogatory term and degrades real hill folks. If so, I am sorry, this is only my description. I was never brought up to be politically anything.
----I tend to wander off topic. Dollie’s mother apparently was the neighborhood wh*r*, in every neighborhood she lived. Altho from what the kids said, she didn’t actually take money. Mommy received food, jewelry, clothing, farm animals, help around the farm, and things of that nature. Sorta like your average young woman dating your average young man!
----Dollie’s older sister Doris, was an exact copy of her mother. Doris was larger than mommy and Dollie. But not obese. Actually well built with boobs about the same size as mommy. Doris and mommy liked cock and the young neighbor guys knew it wherever they lived. Surprisingly Dollie and Janie didn’t share this family trait.There were hints that sister Doris was sometimes fucked by the two older brothers while living in Minnesota. This was bribery for not torturing her also.
----A NOTE. Throughout my many stories I mention low tops. Mother wore tiny halter tops and tit showin blouses--- and short shorts or mini skirts. In the W--- family those tops were usually leaving little to the imagination of what the breast within looked like. None of them wore a bra unless daddy were home and awake.
----Dad had emphysema and was very sickly from the time I first met him. He died at age 54. Yet daddy was a horny little fucker. He’d go to work early and get home late because he feared traffic. He had a few rules for his girls. Blouse must be neck high, they must wear a full bra, and skirts or dresses must reach the ankles. I believe this was because of mommies extreme way of dress. Mother W--- had dad fooled into thinking she changed into revealing clothes just for him when he came home.
---Mommy made daddy and the neighbors horny and he didn’t want his girls being touched. Therefore Dollie and the two sisters dressed according to dad’s rules when around him. Changing or adjusting clothing became routine after leaving for school, play, or after dad went to work or bed.
Mom W actually helped her girls dress more the way she dressed. She loved her daughters looking sexy. Just like a country song! See, not my fault!
----Another note: Daddy W hated me, as many dads do boyfriends. Briefly, daddy W got home from work, headed for the bedroom still wearing his dirty work clothes, mommy right behind him. There was only a curtain hanging in the doorway. No matter who was there, dad and mom fucked--- as they moaned and yelled loudly. Oral details of what was about to happen and what was happening were no secret to anyone within shouting distance. I'm thinking as weak and feeble as daddy was mommy was doing all the fuckin!
---From what I was told this happened wherever they lived, Minnesota, NE of Peoria, and now near the city where I lived. The boys and young neighbor boys would watch and listen at the curtained door or while peeking in the opened windows from outside. Rumor has it that dad and mom would put on a show most of the time. Sometimes the parents would yell for the kids to get away. But never stopped or never punished anyone. Pre-exhibitionist training for Dollie?
----When the after work fucking was over, dad watched a little TV, ate, then went to bed early. Usually mom would wash dishes then repeat the fucking. After dad went to sleep, and most afternoons, Mom W was gone playing with the neighbor men. There was a small fire department down the street from this last place Dollie lived at home. Mom entertained the firemen regularly. Sometimes several at a time. Everyone in the neighborhood seemed to know.
----Before this they lived along the Illinois River next to a wh*r* house. Mommy W didn’t work there but often visited and often stole customers because she worked for free! Again, Dollie’s older sister became her mother in every way. Doris had married a farm hand when very young, while they still lived N E of Peoria. When visiting her family, Doris spent time working at the wh*r*house, visiting young neighbor boys where she lived, and where the family lived.
--- Doris’ husband was fucking his own daughters and watching his wife Doris being fucked by farmhands and neighbors. Told ya it was a strange family! Sister Doris’ story to follow. Still hard to believe little Dollie and little Janie were not interested in sex. Reasons why to follow. Both did however copy mommy in the way they dressed.
---Getting back to dressing sexy. The term hot pants was not yet invented but the shorts mommy wore qualified as hot pants most of the time. I also use the term micro-mini-skirt. I’m sure you all know what the old mini skirt looked like back in the early days. A very short skirt. Dollie’s mother took this another step farther. Her skirts were what could loosely be called short shorts without the crotch. These barely went below the butt cheeks and pussy. Mother W was known to not wear panties. ----Again, don’t ask how I knew!
---Truthfully, the rest of the kids often told everyone mommy didn’t wear any panties, hoping they would get a peek. I think the kids helped mommy get new boyfriends by advertising this fact and the fact mommy fucks like a nymphomaniac.
----After I met mommy, getting a peek was never a problem. You’ve heard of mother fuckers. It was difficult for me to hold back sometimes with Dollie’s mother! Yes, she often asked! At first I didn’t plan on my relationship with Dollie to continue so I nearly gave in to temptation. With mommy W, Dollie’s young girlfriends, friendly strippers, and other pretty young women temptation was often a powerful force. I can’t lie, temptation sometimes won. But not with Dollie’s mom. I’m weird. But not that weird!
----So, you see the influence for Dollie dressing extremely wild was already there before I came on the scene. And, no doubt it was an influence on me to encourage Dollie to dress more like mommy. I loved seeing other girls wearing sexy clothing, in real life, TV, and in movies.
----Dad’s strict dress codes and religious neighbors who dressed their own daughters like Mormons, led Dollie to dress as dad wanted her to dress when he was home. But the seed was planted to become an exhibitionist. All she needed was mommy’s and my encouragement to lead her down the path of dressin like a hooker.
---I did it again. I told this story without telling why I believe Dollie didn’t turn out like sister Doris and mommy. At least I was there to see the above story unfold. We have to go NE of Peoria to sister Doris and husband Rich’s farm for the sad truth of a girl being ****d.
I hope this story passes the rules. I made several changes and it's part of why Dollie is Dollie. I can change it more if I have to

Training Dollie #2 THE FARM HAND.
 

Training Dollie #2 THE FARM HAND.
---This will be the condensed version of a story I wrote years ago in long hand then put on a CD, among my other stories which were supposed to be my book. I didn’t tell Dollie I was adding this story because to this day she gets very upset and cries. Wonder why? It’s still difficult for me to share. I can tell it now because we are the only two still alive.
----Dollie’s older sister, Doris, and husband Rich lived on a tiny 40 acre hilly farm NE of Peoria, Illinois. Rich’s parents inherited the farm from their parents. The term dirt poor came from living like this. Mostly it was small steep hills and gullies. Somehow they and Rich’s parents managed to barely get by raising a small herd of milk cows, chickens, raise tomatoes and strawberries, plus their small vegetables garden. They also had a small crop of corn and hay for the animals. To supplement this Rich sold firewood in winters and mushrooms in springtime. It’s called livin off the land!
----This was my first and only look at life as it was in the old West. An actual little house on the prairie. But more of a cabin in the hill country. A large company later bought this farm and many other pieces of property for their new proving testing grounds. Within the small family home was a very early log cabin built by Rich’s early family settlers. Only a few locals even knew the cabin had been there. They didn’t know it still existed within the clapboard walls of the tiny house now standing. The cabin was moved to a Wildlife Park and is now a piece of history, complete with the original furnishings.
----Rich and Doris lived near the tiny home, which was built around the cabin, in a small single-wide trailer. They eventually raised a large family there. I’m thinking three boys and three girls. Again, hard saying who the daddy’s were. At the time of this next story, the kids born at that time were very small.
----For several summers Dollie, her younger sister Janie, and brother Doug spent school summer break working on Doris’ farm. They mostly picked tomatoes and strawberries, but also did other chores. At first it was fun and they were paid a little bit. Back then a little bit seemed a lot.
----Doris and Rich were kinky, to put it simple. As you learned from the above story theirs was an open marriage. Both loved strange and varied partners. Way before I knew what is was called, Doris and Richard were swingin and having other group sex. Rich was hung like a horse and the grown neighbor girls loved it. Doris was like her mom, a nymphomaniac, and everyone knew that.
----Doris dressed like her mom almost all the time. At the farm often topless no matter who was there. Grandma didn’t approve but she rarely came out of her small house to look. Rich’s dad didn’t seem to care or even notice. Altho both the small farm house and mobile home were near the gravel road, being on a curve and hill, and with much shrubbery around, it was reasonably secluded, even out front.
----Besides all the neighbors knew what went on at that tiny farm. The man who picked up those old milk jugs filled with fresh milk and the vendors who stopped to buy eggs were always greeted by Doris helping to load their trucks---topless---- often showing her pussy while wearing her micro mini skirt or tiny shorts. Same when they had their tiny produce and firewood stand near the road. The times we were there it seemed as though the men were never in a hurry to leave. Yep, more training for Dollie even though she didn‘t know it yet. But this is about a time before I was in Dollie‘s life.
----Like me, only worse, Rich lived his fantasies. There were several other neighborhood farm gals and boys who’d also work on the farm or just hang out….Literally! Most gals way too young to be dressing this way or be fondled. Barely eighteen.I suppose as rewards to the guys fucking Doris, they became foremen over the younger gals.
----Doris and Rich had dress codes, strictly enforced. The boys wore very short loose legged shorts and no shirts. The gals either wore loose legged hot pants or, preferably, mini skirts and no panties. All gals were required to wear tiny halters, revealing loose blouses, or go topless if they wished. As spring and summer passed, most gals did go topless with micro mini skirts. They learned that their clothes were often torn off if their body parts weren’t easy to get too.
---All during the days working in the fields these older boys would fondle and finger the gals, spanking them if they complained. Dollie remembered some of them disappearing over a hill for long amounts of time. Usually Doris or Richard were seen headed toward the mobile home with a young farm hand. Dollie and sister Janie were among those other gals being fondled. Somehow Richard got by with this many years after I was married to Dollie.
----Being in the country, the gals put up with the abuse because a little money was better than none and many grew to enjoy the attention. Giving in was better than being punished. Some parents, being lovers with Doris or Rich, made the gals’ pleas useless.
----The few times Dollie’s parents came to the farm during summers, mom ignored the complaints and pleas to go home. Dad was rarely told about anything going on at the farm or at home. Dollie said the few times the gals told dad, even in Minnesota, he called them liars and wh*r*s and beat them.
----This humiliation and sexual abuse went on for several more summers. Dollie told me she didn’t know if her titties were red from being pulled and squeezed or sunburned. Eventually brother Doug didn’t go to the farm anymore. After all, he didn’t have tits or a pussy. Finally mommy felt sorry for little Janie, who had third degree burn scars on much of her body, so stopped sending her to Doris and Richs’ farm.
---I believe Janie was now spending much time in Chicago for surgery to repair her burn damage. Back in Minnesota, little Dougie set the dried cornfield on fire, which also set Janie’s clothing and Janie on fire. Yes, Dollie has some horrific memories!
----A lot of detail to get to the real story. One of sister Doris’ lovers was paying way more attention to Dollie this summer. Dollie said she already had a set of perky firm breasts which most of the boys loved to see and fondle. Dollie’s titties became her downfall during those two or three years at the farm. It drew those young men to her like flies on honey.
----After noticing this young farm hand, barely of age, constantly finger fucking Dollie and playing with her tits and ass, sister Doris and brother-in-law Rich encouraged the guy to fuck Dollie. Picture naked gals in the hot sun bending over to pick strawberries or tomatoes. Remember, if the gals complained they were spanked, sometimes beaten! This farm hand was one of Doris’ favorite lovers so she figured Dollie might like being fucked by him. Plans were made and off to the small mobile home they all four went.
----Dollie thinks they tricked her into going with them back for lunch or something to drink. Next thing she remembers is being stripped down and held spread eagle on the bed by Doris and Richard as X fucked her repeatedly. His cock was large and her young c*nt was small. It hurt badly but her screams and attempts to get away fell on deaf ears. Dollie doesn’t remember the details but believes she was ****d again after X took a break. Dollie also remembers Rich saying he was going to fuck Dollie. She remembers him taking off all his clothes. She also remembers Doris screaming and pushing Rich away so X could have seconds or thirds.
----Dollie remembers being sick and not being able to move around much for days. She thinks X fucked her at least one more time that summer. But most of what happened afterward, she blocked from her memories. When mom and dad finally came to the farm, sister Doris asked her mother to take Dollie home because she has been too sick to work anymore.
-----I don’t believe her parents ever knew Dollie had been ****d. I also don’t believe anyone else knew it except me many years later. Ironically, the guy who ****d her tried to date Dollie in the late fifties. He had called many times apologizing and she admits she said she’d go out with him. This happened to be the same weekend of our first date. The same evening I also turned down my steady girlfriend for a date.
----What happened to the guy? Donald Davenport opened the very first adult movie theater in our area. He went to court and won the first of several lawsuits involving adult theaters. He became popular in the X-rated movie business. He later invited me and Dollie to attend his theater free anytime we wanted. I was afraid I’d kill the guy, or get killed, if we ever met. D. Davenport finally got what he deserved. He died of AIDS. What would have happened to Dollie if she went out with him instead of me?
---As for sister Doris and Richard, we went to visit Doris and Richard several times each year before and after we were married. . They had apologized to Dollie and since they were family, it seemed the right thing to do. Most of the time Rich was in the fields with his dad. Just like her mommy, Doris would often hit on me.
--- The small trailer had a permanent bed at one end where we would sit. Nearly every visit, Doris went as far as wrestling with me on the bed so she could feel my hard cock in my jeans. I really didn’t like this. But I liked it! I got to feel Doris’ bare titties and she got to rub my prick. Dollie didn’t mind.
---As their three daughters got older, Richard began fucking and abusing them daily, as their own mother watched, or helped. Finally, after repeatedly reporting it, Richard went to prison and Doris went to an insane asylum. After we heard about what was happening to the girls, we no longer had anything to do with Doris or Rich. Seems like they were both back home together in a few years.
----Not sure what happened to all the kids. But one time we got a call from our local police department to come get the middle daughter out of jail. She was in for something minor and wanted to be released into our custody. We were barely more than eighteen ourselves, living the good life with Dollie’s horny little girlfriends. All we needed was another girl! But she was family so off to jail to get her we went. I also don’t remember how long the little sl*t stayed with us. This was another one of life’s tests to see how long before I stooped low enough to fuck my own niece. Daddy turned all three girls into wh*r*s. I barely passed that one.
Thanks to Dollie, Mary, and a few other gals, I didn’t need little Ms Niece. I do remember two of Doris’ girls moving back home. They were then well over eighteen. Rumor was daddy was fucking them again, only now it was with their consent. They needed a place to live and daddy had a big cock. What more can I say? Richard died long ago and Doris a few years ago. Both in hell, we hope. Have no idea where their kids ended up.
---Oddly while back home several years ago this goofy lookin hippy type, his large wife, and a few snot nosed kids were starin at Dollie in a grocery store. The guy was beginning to piss us off staring. Finally I said something to him. Found out he was Doris’s second son. Some small talk and that was the end of that.
----Another plus for me, Dollie wouldn’t even consider having sex with anyone till we met. To this day she still will not let another man have intercourse with her. Told ya she was from a strange family. And now you really know the rest of the story!
---I know ya want a kinky sex story. A few members mentioned they liked the Charlotte story so stay tuned for some more of Charlotte. Someday I will also write something about my younger brother’s girlfriend Mary. Both helped train Dollie...... and maybe me! Remember, this shit's true. I can't make this stuff up!

Training Dollie #3--More about Charlotte
 

Training Dollie #3---------------MORE ABOUT CHARLOTTE
---I said I’d start another Charlotte story. Here I am like a deer in the headlights, nothing but a blank stare. I reviewed my first story about Charlotte and realized I mostly covered it all. Yes, Charlotte was a great influence on Dollie’s way of dressing and acting sexy. Both about the same age, Charlotte very petite with tiny yet perky boobies. Wearing the right clothes Charlotte was quite a looker. And she usually wore the right clothes, at least when she wore clothes. Something about those cute skinny little eighteen year old gals that makes a twenty year old young man’s body feel warm all over. And the only redheaded girl friend I ever had just seemed to make me extra hot.
----Something I never mentioned before and not really important to Dollies training. We met Charlotte’s older brother first. He was attracted to Dollie and sort of followed us home one day. Next thing I know he brings his little sister over to the house because, as he said, they seem so much alike. Yes they were! I still have no recollection why Charlotte moved in with us. Many unexplained things happened over the years. I didn’t know what Karma was. But maybe it was at work. Hell I barely knew what sex was but I was getting all I could handle!
---Charlottes two favorite things to wear around town were tight fittin jeans or micro mini skirts. Yes, micro-mini, without panties or bra. I don’t remember Charlotte ever wearing a bra or panties. Closest thing she ever got was a teeny weenie bikini. Often those were the string or thong type. Charlotte, being skinny, had to buy petite jeans and put them on wet to get them as tight as she liked them. So tight her butt cheeks and butt crack showed plainly. So tight the indent of her sn*tch often showed. This was way before I'd ever heard the term CAMEL TOE. This made walking and sitting difficult. But Charlotte had the cutest little butt swing as she walked that old men and puppy dogs whined as she walked by.
--- I’ve mentioned Charlotte was skinny. Yes, but that cute sexy skinny with all the parts in the right places. In warm weather, or when ever Charlotte was hot, she preferred wearing micro mini skirts. I believe this is where I got the ideas for Dollie to wear them--- without panties.
I can still see Charlotte walking across Main Street downtown wearing her micro mini in a slight breeze. One time she caused an accident when her skirt blew up. The cops chewed her out and told her to get some clothes on or get off the street. Many of these things I only know because Charlotte or Dollie told me.
----Charlotte also loved hot pants that left her butt cheeks exposed. A skinny girl with her ass out is another turn on for old men---and young boys, which I was at the time. Add to this wearing men’s thin ribbed tank tops and no bra with those perky little titties stickin straight out and you have the chances for another accident.
---- Yes, this not only influenced the way Dollie began dressing, it influenced the ways I wanted Dollie to dress. Dollie was also a skinny little girl. But with just the right amount of extra meat in the right places. Plus a nice set of boobies. I was proud to walk between both girls wherever we went. I quickly went from no girlfriend to a wife and lover.....lovers! Dollie’s mother also encouraged her to wear revealing clothing. Charlotte was a living breathing example of what happens when pretty girls dress that way. Guys were always after her. I was always begging and pushing Dollie to wear wilder and sexier clothing, not even realizing what may happen.
---- We used to go to the local city pool before I had a car. Charlotte got kicked out of there several times for wearing thong type bikinis. This was when two pieced suits were covering much of a girl’s body and anything less was illegal. So we’d ride our bicycles to the public beach north of town. Both Dollie and Charlotte constantly got in trouble for wearing too little there too. We ended up at the nearby old gravel pit lake next to the cemetary, which by the way was illegal to trespass. This was probably our first experience with the girls going topless and me nude.
----In all fairness, Dollie was equally influencing Charlotte’s behavior. Often when two or more girls are together, they dare each other to show off and show more. Add me to the mix and both girls were becoming quiet the exhibitionists. One thing neither Charlotte or I could get Dollie to do was fuck other boys. For me it was so I could fuck the guy’s girlfriend or wife. For Charlotte it was just because she was kinky and enjoyed watching others have sex. As you read the other story above, Dollie had her reasons for not wanting another man having intercourse with her. Lucky for me she didn’t become a Nun or something.
---- Our first sex acts with others around were with Don and Pat, our best friends. We had clothes on in the back seat. But our first to have sex naked was while in bed with Charlotte watching. Believe me there is a difference in doing it in the back seat of a car with clothes on.
Altho I spent a lot of time begging Dollie and explaining the fine art of oral sex on me, according to my coworkers, it was around Charlotte that Dollie perfected the act. Before Charlotte I was getting basic cock kisses and gentle head jobs. As Dollie and Charlotte took turns, often as I slept, the fine art of cock sucking was mastered by both. Yes you can sleep thru this after many sleepless nights. Dollie found out she couldn’t swallow. She’d choke and become sick. Being a good boy, I’d warn Dollie and she’d stop just in time to let me ejaculate into her hand or towel. But sweet Charlotte could take any load I shot into her mouth and down her throat. She rarely wasted a drop! Sometimes I used to think I should have married Charlotte! At least she was a cocksucker and a wild little fucker who'd fuck anyone.
---- These two young girls took turns and turned cock sucking into a game. Many a night I lay awake, pretending to be asleep, enjoying what ever they did to me. It usually ended up with Dollie fucking me and then Charlotte trying to get it in her super tight c*nt.
---I’m not sure what influence all this had on Dollie. But I do know that after Charlotte became my other little cock sucker Dollie actually believed what the guys at work had told me. It’s fun! Before this, we both questioned this oral sex thing. Oh yes, the guys, and a few girls, at work told me this oral sex thing was a two way street. I spent many hours practicing this on Dollie and Charlotte. Yes, on a few other young girls too. But never my brother's girlfriend Mary! Something died in there! But this is about Charlotte.
--- Both Dollie, Charlotte, Mary and others begged me to give them oral sex often. At least this was something I could do with Charlottes’ tight pussy! Even after giving her oral sex and masturbating Charlotte I could never get my prick inside her c*nt......... Maybe 10” was too much!------------Well I didn't have all those lovers because I'm cute or rich!

--- I don't know about other families or other's lives, but ours was a mixed bag of events. As you members see, there were many memories and games. Many deep dark secrets of confused perverted friends and family.
Many wonder where ideas for movies and cartoons come from. Look into your own past and you will find a horror film and hopefully a comedy just waiting to be told.
When I created this Closet Cleaning group I had no plans to write about anything except kinky boobie stories. But questions came up and I just began sweeping out the crap!----------It's amazing what we had in our closet.
WHAT'S HIDING IN YOUR CLOSET ?

Training Dollie #4---------MARY’S DOLLIE TRAINING
 

Training Dollie #4---------MARY’S DOLLIE TRAINING
--- Maybe you haven’t read about Mary, my younger brother’s girlfriend. I’ll begin this story before I married Dollie. Brother Ivan had already been bangin Mary over two years. Everyone expected them to someday marry. Little Mary was another skinny horny teenager. But Mary had nice titties. Oddly, she never exposed them much, except when wearing a bikini or naked. Both happened frequently.
----About this time Ivan had another girlfriend he was often shackin up with and screwing regularly too. Kay was a stocky built gal with big tits. Still not fat, but filled out. Over twice the size as Mary. Back in the good ole days very few people were actually obese. My how times changed! Remember, no fast food, or much junk food. And kids actually had PE and walked places, like to school.
- ---It was Mary who became Dollie’s friend when she started High School in town. It was Mary who fixed me up with many blind, and not so blind dates. Being a small town, I pretty much knew most kids, even if only by sight. I’d seen that skinny little gal Dollie around school wearing sloppy clothes that hid her figure. Nothing I was interested in!
----Seems Dollie cut my picture out of the front page of the local newspaper after I was featured with my two foot tall homemade puppet. Yea, I was in Drama class and this was my project. Since I was shy I figured I’d let my dummy do the talkin. Little Dollie had a crush on me and I didn’t even know her.
----Mary was still fixin me up with dates. Some I went on. Some I didn’t. I liked girls. I was fascinated by boobs at a very early age. But I had boy friends….. No, not that kind!:eek:We went roller skating, to stock car races, drag races, fishin, hunting, and mostly messed with our cars. I was also taking accordion and steel guitar lessons. I had no time for stinkin girls. Yes, I often thought about my younger brother already fuckin two girls regularly. Okay, nuff of this crap. It’s about Mary’s influence on Dollie and I.
----Mary wore mostly high topped sweaters or clingy satin type blouses. She didn’t need a bra. Remember, teenagers often have perky pointed titties. Mary’s were quite large for her tiny body. It’s still not about Mary’s boobs. For some reason, back in the mini skirt era, many girls I knew didn’t wear panties. Perhaps I only knew those bad girls…or was lucky!
---Another little factoid: Dollie and all the other little girls I knew well had “hairless” pussys. Mary had long black hair--------- on her head and on her pubic area. ----Mary was also fair-skinned. Almost white like Morticia on the Adams family. Mary wore mostly mini skirts, often micro mini skirts. Most of Mary’s mini's were full, or wide at the bottom, compared to the straight tight skirts Dollie wore. Mary loved showing her pussy anyplace and everyplace she went. I believe she got a thrill out of people staring at that big black muff! It stood out like a spotlight!
----I’m thinking on the same corner downtown where Charlotte caused the accident, Mary’s tiny skirt blew up above her ass. I was behind her so didn’t see her black hair covered c*nt. But it was obvious that many other people did. No wrecks this time. But lots of whistles and yelling goin on. This one time stood out. But these shows happened regularly with Mary.
----Mary would sit and spread her legs when other boys were lookin up her skirt. She loved getting in or out of cars, especially small sporty cars. She’d bend over, giving beaver shots from behind. Mary would look for opportunities to stand above people, on walls, ladders, stairs, escalators, etc. At this time in our lives Dollie thought this was just too nasty for any girl to do. Yep fantasy ideas I borrowed and used later with Dollie. Of course, Dollie was hairless. Which didn’t seem to matter to those getting a pussy flashed, we soon learned.
----I have to thank Mary for something else. I believe it was her that convinced Dollie that intercourse could be painless and fun. Mary was the type of girl who loved to brag about fucking. You remember the type. Everyone who knew her, and many who didn’t, were kept up on the latest fucking her and my brother had. Other school girls told their own sex stories. So by this time in little Dollie’s life she was considering this fucking thing could be fun. I just happened to show up at the right time!
---After all these years I still wonder-------------who fucked who? Who trained who? ----I still don’t miss playin the accordion!
------For those who like nasty kinky detailed sex stories, stay tuned for more of MARY. :D Hey, I'm on a roll now!

TRAINING DOLLIE #5- Non-Virgin Mary
 

TRAINING DOLLIE #5------- Another story of non-virgin Mary

----Mary and my brother Ivan were together early on, teaching each other the fine art of intercourse and oral sex. Both wandered off course to other lovers at times. But always seemed to have time for sex between themselves. They seemed happy with each other. Marriage was sure to come someday. And it did!
----Fresh out of high school, Ivan joined the Army soon after I married Dollie. Dollie somehow became pregnant. :rolleyes:Many of my friends were joining the service or going to the large tractor making factory for jobs. I worked in an office at a local factory.
--- Deciding I wanted to see the world instead of the four walls of an office, I tried joining the Air force, then Navy, and Marines. Maybe not in that order. None wanted a married kid with a kid on the way! So I remained at home doing the best I could to help serve my country. I protected and entertained Dollie and her girlfriends.
------Younger brother Ivan ended up in Germany workin in a motor pool with another kid from Mississippi name Presley. We though that was cool. This Elvis kid and my brother were always getting in trouble for hotroddin the jeeps and big trucks. Lucky that Presley kid seemed to get them both out of trouble quickly. They ended up peelin a lot of potatoes in their spare time. Mary married another lover of hers, a darned biker. Chuck spent more time in the tittie bars than at home with Mary and the kids. Ivan married a German gal who worked in the commissary. Sometimes things don’t go as planned.
----But back to my doing my part for our Country. Mary was lonely. Dollies’ little sl*t friend Charlotte needed a place to stay for awhile. For awhile lasted over 6 or 7 years. During this time, Mary hung out at our tiny home much of the time too. Her mother picked her three kids up from the Catholic school and watched them most of the time. I was working in the factory in an office and evenings at the gas station. Plus I was forced to entertain three or more horny teenaged girls. What some of us did for our country was amazing. But someone had to do it!
----Charlotte and Mary were built much the same except Mary had large boobs like Dollie. There was one more large difference. Charlotte had that tiny c*nt that I could barely finger fuck without her screaming. Mary had a pussy so large I could make a fist and ram it in up nearly to my elbow! I remembered Ivan complaining about Mary’s monster c*nt. I also remember him and a few other young guys saying they’ve never smelled a pussy that nasty!:eek:
----All the time my brother dated Mary I never touched her. I made up for it later. I saw everything she had many times. But lookin at a c*nt does not always give ya a clue how large it is, unless it’s spread wide. Mary was hangin around our place while Dollie and Charlotte were playin around with me. Many times there’d be one or two other old high school girlfriends there too. And those two horny little neighbor girls from across the alley. When they weren’t in the house, they were lookin in a window. Made me feel like Dollies daddy!
----All of this sex was makin Mary hot. Since she was used to being fucked often and husband Chuck wasn’t home to give her any, Mary was getting desperate. I worked those big boobies of hers often. I rubbed her ass often. I felt her crotch and rubbed her big black nest, often. Okay, I finger fucked Mary a lot too. But I just couldn’t get past the smell of the dead Carp fumes coming from within Mary’s large juicy c*nt to stick my cock inside it! No, as much as Dollie asked me to fuck Mary, as much as Mary and the other gals begged me to fuck Mary, as much as I wanted to fuck Mary, I never fucked Mary! I did have standards!;)
----Mary had gone to several doctors about her odor and her enormous pussy. She even went once to have a Tampex removed from far inside that deep dark wet crevasse. Many medications and no amount of douches or creams helped. Poor Mary, a beautiful, sexy, tiny woman with large boobys and the sexual drive of a nymphomaniac and very few men now wanted to fuck her. It still amazes me how such a tiny ass could contain all that hot juicy pussy!
-------Was any of this even partially any help in training Dollie? The lovemaking that we shared with all those lonely girls had to be of some help in training Dollie to be so horny and willing to share my fantasies later on. Besides, I was working two jobs and still unselfishly serving my Country by keeping those little American beauties safe and warm. I wished I could serve another tour of duty. God Bless America.

Training Dollie #6++++++++++DOLLIES TRAINERS:
 

Training Dollie #6++++++++++DOLLIES TRAINERS:
---.From the time we met right up until recent times Dollie has been influenced to play and dress sexy with the help of others…..and yes me ! Some of this came as a surprise to me, as I review our past. It was me who begged, teased, tricked, and helped Dollie dress wild and play my fantasy games. But I hadn’t realized I was getting many of those ideas from others. I was also being coaxed and aided by others.
----Also, as I look back, Dollie had already known a lot more about me than I realized. The girls I’d previously dated were her new friends. Brother Ivan’s girlfriend and a couple of those NICE girls had told Dollie about my timid shy ways---and about my unused cock. Without my knowing or even thinking about it, I believe it was Dollie’s plan to finally get fucked.
----We’d both turned down dates to go out that first time to the drive-inn movie. It would have been my first time to actually see and feel my other girlfriend’s titties. Yes, I played with them for nearly a year through her blouses. But she was gonna let me have them that evening. And from what I remember they were large for a teenaged girl. What more could a virgin boy who dreamed night and day about boobs want? I turned down a sure thing to date a little hillbilly lookin girl who apparently had no tits!
----Dollie had never dated. She was petrified thinking of being alone with a boy. But she had agreed to date the same young man who had years ago r----ped her. He’d been calling her for years and had actually visited Dollie at her sister Doris’ farm a few times in recent years. Date night was for the same evening our date was scheduled! Yes, most of this was written in several other stories. Just showing an unknown force stronger than man drew us together. But it would never last!
----Everyone knew the drive-inn movie was where young couples went to make out. Dollie had never been on a date yet. Never been to a drive-inn movie with anyone except her family. But she knew from her girlfriends how they tried to make out with me. And how many of them got their first fuck at the drive-inn movie theater.
---- We were both timid and shy. We were both clumsy and inexperienced. We taught each other about sex and love. This was also where Dollie accidentally became a flasher and exhibitionist. For many years to follow I honestly didn’t know if I actually loved Dollie. What is love? How does a person know? Wasn’t ours only lust and raw sex? We fell in love--lust--way too soon. But, over the years I soon realized this must be love. So, time can turn lust or friendship into love. Or hatred.
--------------------------------Enough of this mushy crap!
----Most of Dollie’s training has been written about in many stories. Our early tit pictures were part of her training. Those few years posing with nude sunbathers in the dunes was training in having men fondle her titties for fun. The dozens of times we spent in nudist campgrounds was training for both of us. Our early adventures at biker events in the Midwest showed Dollie flashing could be fun was training for us both. Our pen-pals who we swapped photos and dared others to duplicate photo shoots was more training. (Got those people from a Pent House type magazine ) The many years of her wearing nothing but a micro mini skirt and low, or no, tops, was training for both of us. The games that followed, flashing her tits, ass, and c*nt, were also training for both of us. Our eventual move to Florida and spending time with kinky bikers at events and biker campgrounds was still more training.
--- Now it just seemed natural for Dollie to flash, pose with others, and go naked anyplace we could get by with it. Many long days at Florida’s legal nude beaches was even more training for us. Friend Dale was our biggest trainer. Along with me, he helped me convince Dollie to try more of my wilder fantasy games. It took two men to gang up on her but it finally worked. BP was not actually involved in training Dollie. It was us who trained and teased him. But our games with BP were a big part of Dollie’s wilder training events. Many strangers at biker campgrounds, public campgrounds, and random meetings all helped in our ever evolving training of Dollie. Like a teacher or doctor, her training never ends.
---And as all of this developed Dollie was training me.

TRAINING DOLLIE # 7___BACK ON THE FARM
 

TRAINING DOLLIE # 7___BACK ON THE FARM__And some tittie facts
I only had a few relatives who had farms. Dollie had only her sister’s farm to visit. Being city dudes, we enjoyed the openness of the farm and the chance to git neekid! Doris’ farm was the only one we could do that. Before we married we’d visit Dollies’ sister Doris and Richard’s farm often on weekends. About a 35 mile drive in some pretty hill country, the ride was worth the trip. We didn’t have many secluded private places to run around naked or near naked so we were welcomed to do it there on the farm. Somehow all was forgiven about Dollies’ younger day torture treatment.
----Richard and his dad were usually workin in the barn or in the fields. Doris in the small trailer home tending her babies. Like her mother, Doris was a baby factory. Since this 40 acre farm was mostly small hills and steep gullies there were places we could get naked alone. Even in our early days together we enjoyed walking and sunbathing naked and getting an all over tan. We could do it there without worry about cops or perverts.
---Being young, horny, and naked always caused us to end up doing the same things, repeatedly, during an afternoon in the sun. We’d make love. Then we’d go back to the trailer to visit and eat lunch. Rich sometimes ate with us and visited. They never mentioned the past and were polite and friendly. All was just like it should be with a sister/brother-in-law relationship. All except the part where Doris always ended up wrestling with me on the bed when Rich wasn‘t there.
----Remember, small trailer house with bedroom in the open and used as extra seating. I didn’t like this game of wrestling with Doris. But, as I wrote before, liked feelin her boobs and her feelin my cock ! Keep in mind, this was not intentional. All accidental during the wrestling….sort of ! Okay Doris wanted me. Doris wanted all pricks!
---- Oh yes, Doris was almost always topless anytime we were there. Big bare boobies in my face were worth being beat up by a woman. I rarely remember her wearing a blouse right up until the time we stopped going there. A heavy coat or jacket in winter, but often it was wide open. Doris was larger but her tits were about the size of Dollies and their mommies. But after a flock of kids they were eventually hangin low and mushy.
----HISTORY----I can still remember the cycle Doris’ titties went through. When younger she loved slappin me with her hard titties and comparing them with her mothers and Dollies. Mommy often did the same! After babies, Doris loved squirting milk in my face and mouth. Hell so did their mom! Many years later Doris got fat and her tits dropped. Still, a mushy big boob in my mouth was never a bad thing!
--- None of these three women were bashful about showing their breasts. When at mom’s house, or Doris’, Mom and Doris often whipped their titties out and coaxed Dollie into doing the same just to compare them and show others who were there. The house could be filled with their kids, neighbors, me, and Richard. It didn’t matter. Of course, daddy was never there then.
----Back to the farm.---After a time we usually headed back to the fields. Of course we were teased about runnin around in those hills and gullies naked. They did know why we were coming there. Eventually our gut feelings that we were being watched many times proved true. Can’t remember if it was Rich or Doris who let it slip about watchin us sunbathing, then watchin us fucking. We continued visiting and Dollie kept going topless. But we never fucked there again. So much for no perverts on the farm !
----Throughout our lives playing games and gittin neekid we often felt we were being watched. If you have those feelings, usually it’s true. It can be a creepy feeling. We eventually found this out many times. We also used this to our advantage as exhibitionists. We didn't plan on becoming exhibitinists. It just happened.
----Since Rich had seen Dollie topless for years, as a pre-teen and again secretly while we played in the fields, I talked Dollie into going topless like her sister Doris while at their farm. I remember one of the few times we saw Rich’s mother outside she yelled to Doris something about “see now you turned another girl into a wh*r*.” And Rich’s dad saying “there’s nothing wrong with that mother.”
---- With the coaxing of Doris, Rich, and me, Dollie sometimes helped Doris at her produce stand while both were topless. I’ll swear business doubled with double the bare boobies there! So did the tips. (Me, a tit lover, forced to live like this!)
----Dollie’s training came in many forms. When I began cleaning out my closet I blamed me for turning Dollie into a sexpot. Now I wonder If it were her that trained me? From these facts I believe she would have still been the person she is. I love that person. Had she dated and married that other Davenport guy she may have ended up a prostitute or porn star.
----Yes, I started out not being sure I even knew what love was. I don’t know what others think, or feel, but we believe love is something which takes much time, trust, and patience. Love at first sight is only infatuation, lust, sexual desire. I spill my guts revealing our intimate private lives just to share a few wild adventures. But, as I do, I realize how lucky I am to have the love of my life.
---Who found who? Who trained who?

TRAINING DOLLIE # 8-----------And Denny----It’s a Gas!
 

TRAINING DOLLIE # 8-----------And Denny----It’s a Gas!
---- Yes, we were both being trained from the time we met. I was working a day job in the office of a small factory plus evenings and many weekends at the downtown gas station. It was the first station right at the foot of the old river bridge into town. A busy corner for tourists. C---- S--- 100! This was a service station only. We pumped one kind of gas, high test 100 octane, added oil and antifreeze ,and offered to check under the hood of every vehicle that came in. Sold cigarettes and there was a soda machine.
----None of that groceries and beer, no lotto tickets, no tires or belts, or any of that other crap. It was a service station to buy gas and have your vehicle vitals checked, including washing all windows and checking tires. We also gave Green Stamps (double on Wednesday) and sometimes a free glass for so many gallons, made of real glass. What a unique concept. All for from 20 cents to 36 cents a gallon, depending on the gas war at the time. (Yes stations actually fought to be the cheapest)
----I worked evenings and sometimes early mornings before my day job. ++++When did I have time to fuck?+++ This was also before the woman of the house had her own car. Many drove their husbands to work then used the one vehicle to shop and do errands. All boring so far, huh? This was my first dose of getting flashed and female exhibitionism. You might not believe what some of those young women wore to take their husbands to work and stop for gas. Back then people put gas in their cars. Diesel fuel was sold at truck stops for real semis or farm equipment.
----There were usually several attendants working together. We all wore coveralls and a cute little matching hat. We all had several blue towels and a bottle of window cleaner in our pockets. The pinkish towel was for checking oil. The blue one for cleaning windows. We never asked to clean windows. We just did it. We did ask about checking oil, water, and tires. Sometimes for a 50 cent sale. Winters were hell. We had to sc**** windows and sometimes remove snow from radiators. But it was all worth the 50 cents an hour we got, minus uniform and adding machine rental!
----What did we get as a bonus. I got many looks at pussies of all ages and sizes. Some spread wide, some smooth as a babies butt, some looking like small fuzzy animals. I saw titties of every possible shape, size, and color. Women came into the station wearing skirts and dresses up to their waist or sometimes slit up the side and gently folded open for viewing. Others wore tiny night gowns or lacy panties and bras. In summers they wore bikinis smaller than we saw at beaches. And sometimes we got a bonus, gals topless and sometimes nude. This would happen randomly night or day, summer or winter. We learned to recognize which cars to hurry out to wash the windshields. Hell, sometimes we got to wash the insides of windows. But it was that battle to be the attendant to wash the driver side windshield that became a contest.
----I’m not sayin some of these exhibits of public indecency were not accidents. However we were treated with years of naked female flesh from many of the same pretty women. Women from teens to grandmas. And most thanked us for taking our time to get the windows very clean! Of course, I always told Dollie about the latest show which helped train her for when I bought gas other places. No way I was gonna buy my gas where I worked when Dollie was along dressed like she did! Altho a couple of the other guys did with their wife or girlfriend just to tease us. Yes, some more training for Dollie, and I.
---Watch for---->FLASHING FUN AT FILLING STATIONS. Things I learned and things we did over the years as we pumped gas in our own vehicles.

TRAINING DOLLIE #9 Dollie's Family
 

DOLLIE’S FAMILY
----Only months before, I was a shy sex deprived 18 year old virgin boy with an uncircumcised prick, dreaming of my first piece of tail. I had a secret of my own. When I masturbated, it hurt my four-skin. I feared ripping it off and bleeding to death. I was also confused about my larger cock. Boys teased me about it. These facts are in another story, and yet others remain to be told. Watch for DONKEY DONG at bookstores near you!
As John Wayne once said in a movie..."ain't braggin son if it's fact."
----This story was to be titled DOLLIES BED. But I felt still more boring facts remained to be told. What a strange family! With the above mentioned facts, and my recent taste of intercourse, I was now addicted to getting all of it that this young boy could get. And I was getting it from little ---- Dollie. At this time I was living with my Mom’s parents, my grandparents. They thought young girls were evil and didn’t want their grandson messin with them. They seemed to know everyone around town.
----A good friend of theirs lived near Dollie’s parents. He told my family that her family were low life scum living like trash. He was sort of right! This made dating Dollie tricky. I wasn’t supposed to go to her house or my car would be taken away. I needed my car to get to school and back and to the grocery store where I worked at that time. After being grounded numerous times grandma gave up. Keeping me away from that young pussy was hopeless. So repeated warnings about going to hell and becoming a daddy were told. Yep grandma was right! Hell, I thought this sex thing was Heaven and I was pulling it out or wearing a rubber. No way Dollie was gonna get pregnant!
----Her family lived in two small mobile homes hooked together side by side with a doorway cut out between them. The front mobile home had a small attached entrance with a closed in porch. Next was a kitchen with mom and dad’s bedroom at the far end. None of the interior rooms had doors. Only blankets hanging down. A tiny bathroom was also in this first trailer. I think it had a crude door. The rear mobile home had two small bedrooms and a few closets. All beds were homemade and built against walls. There was only one side to get into them. The boys slept together in a small room with several beds. Dollie and Janie shared a small double bed in a corner of their tiny room. The story DOLLIES BED to follow.
-----MORE FACTS. First, ages: I’m guessing here. Dollies’ parents were in their mid 40’s. Oldest brother Glen about 27. Probably Doris next around 25. Bob 23. I’m going by our ages, me 18 and Dollie **. Brother Doug 14, Janie 13, Rodger 10, and Paulie maybe 8. In between were several miscarriages and unexplained young deaths. A picture is worth a thousand words but I ain’t got the pictures!:rolleyes:
----Dollie’s two older brothers, Glen and Bob were neither around home much. Both were truck drivers. I never saw Glen more than a half dozen times in his life. He seemed to be the decent, clean, polite one. Glen married young and moved to Missouri. I’m thinking sister Doris was second oldest. You already know her story. She was only home for occasional monthly visits.
----Big brother number two was Bob. Blacksheep of da family. Bob was my idol even though we hated each other. Bob was also a trucker. Bob drove locally and was married to a cute young biker babe. Oh yea, Bob was also a biker. He looked the part and was one of those guys who was always in trouble with the law and the neighbors. Whatever wasn’t nailed down Bob stole, including Dollie’s jewelry after we married. Bob was always shoving me around. Once he rammed my Austin Healey Sprite with his pickup while we were parked at the A & W Root beer stand. Only a small scratch. Went to police station and they just laughed. Bob was holdin a can of beer while standin in the police station! I still remember “ It’s family. We don’t mess with family matters.”
----Only good thing I remember about brother Bob was seein my first tit flashin. One of the rare times the whole family went on a picnic. We went about 60 miles to a park with a large lake. Most of us couples were out on paddleboats. Some of us wore speedos and the girls wore regular bikinis. Nothin skimpy. Bob’s wife wore the only real bikini. First gal I remember with tattoos. Some other boys had been staring at her nice boobies from other paddleboats. Don’t know if was Bob’s idea or his wife’s but she flashed several groups of other young men. This was before Dollie had ever done it. The most Dollie had showed her titties at this time was that getting caught at the drive-inn movie as I fondled her boobies. So this tit flashin thing was new to me. Several years late big brother Glen got Bob on with the truckin company he worked for in Missouri. Bob moved away and stopped only occasionally when truckin thru.
----Doug was a firebug and gas sniffer. Not a good combination. Momma was always puttin out small fires or hiding the gas can from Dougie. Remember, Doug was the kid who set the Minnesota cornfield and sister Janie on fire. Sister Janie, few years younger than Dollie, spent much time in Chicago at a famous burn center. She went thru hell. Later, after Dollie and I married Janie married. For some reason she separated from her husband for awhile. Along with the some of Dollie's other ex-school girlfriends, Janie moved in with us for a short time…. Short time equaled nearly a year till we kicked her out. Told her to go back to her husband. She did. Only one girl actually lived there at a time but several seemed to hang out.
----But back to the early days. This left Rodger and little Paulie. They were usually outside getting in trouble. Rodger was always havin sex with a few other neighborhood------BOYS! It was so bad the neighbors often called the cops. This was in the County. If the County deputies did come out all they did was warn Rodger, the other boys, and Dollie’s mother. Mom spent a lot of time chasin Rodger and little Earl around with a bucket of cold water or a stick. After awhile Earl and Rodger did their butt-fuckin out behind the mobile home or in the small wood shed. All of this was new to this sheltered little white boy.
----Paulie chased the neighbor dogs and threw rocks at my Dodge! ----Daddy W--- knew how much I loved my car and he’d tell Rodger and Paulie to throw rocks at it if I parked in the driveway. Eventually I parked down the street, or gave them candy to stop throwing stones. Remember, someplace I wrote this was a strange family! A lot of strange shit just for some pussy! When I wasn’t working or in school, I’d be at Dollie’s house, or taking a ride out to a secluded spot to fuck. Now you know where ideas for movies come from!
---Time and money were short. So we had a plan. _____________Next Dollie's Bed.

TRAINING DOLLIE & DENNY #10 DOLLIE'S BED.
 

TRAINING DOLLIE & DENNY #10 :oDOLLIE'S BED.
----Try makin payments on a seven year old car, car insurance, gas, oil, dating, and other needs of a teenaged boy on 50 cents an hour part time today. With little spare time and less money we only went to the drive-inn movies, for short rides, often in the country to have sex, and walks along the river or the city park. But we discovered a better place to have intercourse, Dollie’s bed. One Saturday afternoon dad was at work and mom was out entertaining a neighbor man or two. The boys were playing someplace and little Janie was in the Chicago burn center. Dollie and I were just hangin around the house making plans to go out someplace…..to have sex. By this time in our relationship that’s all we had on our minds.
----I didn’t care for Dollie’s family or way of life. I was ashamed of how she lived. But this was my first chance to fuck and play with young titties. Even though Dollie first dressed like a redneck backwoods hillbilly, she now dressed nicer and was always neat and clean. Besides, she fucked like a rabbit in heat! We went into Dollie’s bedroom for something. Probably for her to change into something sexy so we could go out. I remember sitting on the edge of the bed.:) Lovemaking, then hot and heavy sex followed. We did this as often as we could when alone.
---Then one day Ooops! We became Dollie’s mom and dad! Her brothers, weird Earl, and some other kids were starin in the bedroom window as we were buck naked and goin at it hot and heavy. Too late to stop, I was cumin! As always, I pulled it out and shot between Dollie’s legs, all over the sheet. Wasn't about to wear a rubber yet wasn't about to get her pregnant. Didn't say I was the smartest kid in town. The boys yelled, laughed, and screamed. They told mommy when she got home.
--- Mommy began asking us about our sex life together. She seemed to approve and was happy that her second little girl was no longer a virgin. Mom didn’t know Dollie lost her virginity many years ago when ra---ed. When asking about where we go to fuck, mommy suggested we just do it right there in Dollie’s bed. It was handy and safer. As long as dad didn’t find out there was no problem. I liked Dollie's mommy!
----With this family, dad never knew anything that went on. He worked, he fucked mom, he ate, watched a little TV, fucked again, and slept. On weekends daddy W went to small auctions where he bought junk and the clothes for the family. That’s where those granny clothes came from. He’d load up on a box full of assorted clothing for the boys and girls for a dollar or two.
----Most of the time the young boys were terrorizing the neighbors, starting fires, butt fucking, or torturing dogs. Mom was playing with the firemen or other neighbors. Janie was gone for months at a time for skin grafts and other surgery. That left a lot of time for Dollie and I to play around and fuck. We got caught by mommy so many times we just began doing it while she was home fucking daddy or watchin TV. Found out we could fuck some more after Dollie’s dad went to bed. He turned in before dark. I wasn't brought up this way but the sex made it worth the embarresment.
----To keep the kids from watchin, Dollie put up a curtain on the lone window. Most of the time Mom W kept the boys from peekin around the blanket hangin in the doorway. Her brothers soon lost interest in watching their sister get fucked. They could always watch mom and dad in their room. Or watch mom with some of her lovers.
---- Mommy got more and more curious about how little Dollie was passing her time with me. At first mommy just stood with the door curtain pulled aside, talking as we fucked. Dollie and I were usually dressed and under a blanket. As warmer weather approached, we began stripping down naked. We’d laying under a blanket if anyone was in the house. Nothing like watching a naked girl as you fuck her. This was something we rarely got to do before. Fucking in my car or on a picnic table required clothing for fast getaways.
----Mother W seemed to be watching us fuck more often. Like a little kid sneakin to do something she shouldn’t, Mommy gradually ended up in the bedroom and soon right next to the bed where we fucked. This happened a few times as Dollie, in a panic, begged mommy to get out of the bedroom. Mommy would only laugh and tell us being watched made the sex more exciting. Yea, maybe so, but not with your girlfriend’s mother watching!
----We did our best to stop if mother W came home. We quit doing it if she was in the house. But sometimes we couldn’t resist a quickie and ended up getting caught by Mrs. W. I remember Dollie and I being naked in her bed in midsummer. No blankets and sweat runnin off my balls from hot sex. I was hittin that pussy with long deep strokes when mommy W walked in. She saw my cock as I pulled back to shove it back into Dollie’s juicy c*nt. Mommy screamed something about me killing her baby girl with that thing. Dollie was screamin and yelling, beggin me to shove it deeper. Mother W stood there watching then sat right beside us as I dropped up and down onto Dollie’s naked body. I was a fast learner.
----Then it happened. As I said, I usually pulled my cock out when I ejaculate. The shock of mommy watching my cock penetrating her daughter, her screams, and Dollie’s were more than this young horny boy could handle. I pumped that pussy full of semen! Dollie quivered and moaned. Mother W--- knew what happened. She said you’re going to get my baby pregnant!
---Mother W spanked my bare ass and giggled. This did not help matters. I’ll swear I shot another big load into Dollie. Seems like hours before I asked mother W for a towel or some rags to clean up my mess. Okay it was minutes! Laughing, she went to the bathroom, came back with several warm wet towels and some dry ones. Dollie and I were covered with a bed sheet, trying not to get jazz on it or the bottom sheet. There was gooey cum everywhere!
----We both begged mother W to please leave so we could clean up our mess. She insisted on helping. Do you have any idea how embarrassing it is to have your future mother-in-law holding your limp dick and wiping semen from it and your belly? We all lived through this and it was repeated many other times. Hell, I almost got used to it.
----Mother W began hitting on me, even when Dollie was near. She wanted some of my young cock. Not being a bad lookin middle aged woman, with a great pair of legs and tits, I came so close to surrendering to her wishes many times. If only I didn’t plan on the possibility of marrying her daughter someday!
----Little sister Janie returned from Chicago. Now Dollie had to share the bed again. Janie slept on the backside, against the wall. No one was home one weekend evening and I was doin what I enjoyed, makin love to little Dollie. We’d fuck, I’d shoot a big wad on the bed sheets, we’d fuck and do it again, and again. Sometimes we’d take a break and have something to eat. Then back to Dollie’s bed to fuck and to ejaculate some more. I seemed to make semen by the gallon. Oh to be eighteen again!
----Oh shit. Forgot Dollie was sharing her bed with sister Janie again. Janie was often complaining to mom about some gooey yellow stuff all over the bed sheets. One early evening Dollie and I were naked, layin in her bed fucking when Janie decided she wanted to come in the house and go to sleep early. “Mommy get Janie out of here. We’re busy!” Janie had seem mommy and daddy fucking many times. She knew what we were doing.
----Janie was the kind of girl who did what Janie wanted to do. She was bullheaded. Janie wanted to go to bed---now---and Janie did. I was on top of Dollie and had stopped moving. We grabbed a light blanket and covered up part way. Mistake, it was Janie’s favorite blankie. She yanked it off us then crawled over me to get on the backside of the bed. Dollie was hot and wasn’t finished fucking yet. She begged her mom to get Janie out of the bed and the bedroom. Mom’s words were something like “she’s seen people have sex before. Just do what you need to do.” Or words to that effect. So we did!
----This time I wasn’t planning on going too far. I didn’t want to ejaculate and have to clean up a big mess with that brat in the same bed. But, as often happens, man, or boy, has no control on his bodily functions when woman and sex is involved! I pulled it out just in time to make a large puddle all over the sheet. Ended up using the sheet to clean up my mess. Like a little puppy dog, I tucked my tail between my legs and jumped into my clothes. Dollie got dressed and we went out into the kitchen where mother W fixed us a snack and questioned our performance. While sitting there Janie began screaming about the sheets being sticky and wet. How did that happen, Dollie asked? Glad daddy W was a sound sleeper. This bedroom fun continued for most of a year. Janie was in and out of the burn center so we had Dollie’s bed to ourselves much of the time. We tried to not make any more messes while Janie slept in the bed. But sometimes I just couldn’t help myself.
---I graduated high school, got a decent job, we married, and didn’t need Dollie’s bed anymore. Ironically, for many years, Dollie’s new bed was shared with several other assorted young girlfriends, sister Janie for nearly a year, and me! Yes, we slept on soiled sheets quite often!

BONUS STORY____Or Training Denny & Dollie # 11 Kid With Doll DONKEY DONG or ELEPHANT
 

DONKEY DONG or ELEPHANT BOY.

Hopefully this story will slide through the rules. After all, we all were young once.
---First off, I don't want to appear to be braggin. My penis was not 10" long. It was more like 9- 7/8ths. As you all know, at the time of ejaculation, cocks swell so it may have exceeded the 10" mark briefly. Perhaps that's why Dollie screamed and moaned a lot and said it hurt! Being completely honest, after heart failure and now on BP meds it is no longer near that long or remains usable. Old age is hell! But we have the memories.
---Believe me, my penis was a problem way before I met Dollie. Early on, I thought nothing of the size of my prick. I knew it was larger than my little brother's and the neighbor boys. We played outside a lot. Behind garages and trees was where we peed. Not till middle school did I find I was a freak. While peeing at the latrines in the boys bathroom and in the gym classes, others started calling me and Fruity Rudy names. Fruity Rudy wasn't playing with a full deck. You know, he was a few bricks short of a full load! I'm sure you know how those nicknames worked when you were in school or at work. I was called Skinny Denny because I was tall and thin. Rudy was mentally challenged so he got the name Fruity Rudy. Hell, he didn't mind.
---When Rudy peed at the latrine he dropped his pants to his knees. At this time he and I probably had 8", give or take a little. Looking at other boys was not the normal thing I did. But there were times it couldn't be avoided. I'd get up close to the pee stall and try to just stick the end of my uncircumcised prick out of my zipper. But once a boy saw my prick, the teasing began. "There's donkey dick again. Here comes horse cock or elephant boy." Making matters worse they teased me because my prick actually looked like an elephant's trunk with the foreskin hangin down. I wrote in other stories the fear I had about having intercourse and ripping the foreskin off. This was part of the reason I had never screwed until I met Dollie.
---In middle school my buddy Larry S--- sat next to me in class. Most of the girls wore mini skirts, up to their butts when sitting, and sat with their legs crossed. They loved to do that leg shaking thing. I was told there were several reasons for this. One to catch the eye of horny little boys. Yep, that one worked! Another was because it made them have orgasms as it massaged their little c*nts. Still not sure about this. I do know lookin at those pretty little legs caused us boys to come close to orgasms of our own.
---Sexy Sandie sat across from us. Sexy Sandie liked wearing a mini skirt and sitting with her knees apart. Sadly sweet slender Sexy Sandie always wore little sexy satin shiny panties. But lookin at sweet slender Sexy Sandie’s silky smooth narrow crotch was a thrill for teenaged boys.-----------(Say this fast.)
---ne day in class, Larry S whispered for me to look at his jeans. Larry had what appeared to be a small sausage in his pants. I knew that feeling too. I told Larry to look at my pants! He seemed shocked when he saw a bigger sausage. Damned, the teacher heard us talkin and saw both sausages! We had to stay after school. Now Ms Jones wasn’t more than a kid herself. Maybe early twenties. For an old woman school teacher she was hot! Ms Jones wore high heeled shoes and often mini skirts. Her blouses were not low but often scooped enough that when bending over a desk her bobbies showed. Yea, I had many erections from lookin and dreamin about teacher Jones.
--- Larry S and I were lookin forward to staying after school with Ms Jones. I don’t know about Larry, but I already had a hard-on thinking about her, as we went into her classroom. Ms Jones was sittin on the edge of her desk, skirt up high, legs crossed and doin that leg shaken thing. She saw Larry and I starin at her legs. She saw our erections! Ms Jones proceeded chewing us out for disturbing the class and embarrassing the little girls. What could we do except apologize? She was smiling all this time and lookin at my crotch. That didn’t help my problem. After telling Larry to try to control his feelings, she let him leave.
--- But I was in for more punishment. Ms Jones wanted to know why she’d been hearing some of the boys calling me strange names. I played dumb--- dumber. Told Ms Jones I had no idea what she was talkin about. This happened many years ago so I really don’t remember much about what was said. I just know Ms Jones laughed and smiled a lot, then told me to also try to control my masculine feelings. I do remember saying something about this being difficult when she and those girls were lookin so darned pretty! I got all “A’s” and passed that class.
--- Got in the same trouble with the Art teacher, Ms Lovely. She did wear lower blouses. I often asked for help with my artwork just so Ms Lovely would come to my desk and help me. It was very difficult watching her draw while looking at those two big brown boobies oozing out of her top. Ms Lovely also made me stay after school, a lot, because I was making the female classmates giggle and stare at me. Again, I played dumb---okay dumber. I made her explain what I was doing to cause the trouble. I had to stay after even more in Art class after that.
---Ms Lovely knew I was lookin at her boobies rolling out of her tops. And Ms lovely knew that was causing the erection in my jeans. Ms lovely was also quite young for a middle school teacher. No wonder I loved school! I remember her accidentally rubbing my crotch, as she’d lean over to help me with my drawings after school. This being called Donkey Dong wasn’t such a bad thing. Ms Lovely was worried about my health.
---One day she sent me to the school nurse, Ms Peggy. The kids called her Ms Piggy because she was five feet tall and five feet around! And with her fat cheeks and pug nose--she did look like a pig. No, we didn’t call her that to her face. Actually Ms Piggy was nice, the few times I’d previously been in the nurses office. Before this the last complete physical I got was from the family doctor when starting grade school. I guess I was normal then. But this was different. Ms Lovely wanted Ms Peggy to check my penis to make sure there was nothing seriously wrong with me. What was written on the nurses pass and what I was told by Ms Lovely was I would get a complete physical. But there were hints of what was gonna happen when I got in the nurses office.
---Thinkin back, I don’t think this was legal or proper. But things were different in my younger days. I was also told not to mention any of this to anyone. My own mommy hadn’t seen my penis since I was very young. No other feminine type person had seen it till now. I was embarrassed and scared. But Ms Lovely told me it would be okay. I took the nurses pass that Ms lovely had given me and went to the nurses station. Ms Peggy was smiling like I’ve never seen before. She locked the office door, like I’ve never seen before. She had me remove my shirt, after weighing me and checking my height and vital signs. Ms Peggy began asking me about why some of the boys and girls, yes girls now, were calling me those funny names.
---She knew why they called Fruity Rudy names. Fruity Rudy was one of those kids who spent a lot of time in the nurses office for no real reasons. But why were they calling me donkey dong and elephant boy?
Continue with Nurse Piggy!

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Ms PIGGY, Training someone #12
 

Ms PIGGY, Training someone #12

---Back in Ms Peggy, the Middle School nurses office for a complete physical. Had my vital signs checked and removed my shirt. Now I was being questioned by nurse Peggy about why kids were calling me horse cock, elephant boy, donkey dong, and other strange names. “We’d better have a look at your penis, Denny. There may be something seriously wrong. Remove your jeans and your underwear.”
--- There were a number of reasons why I don’t think I had an erection at this time. Ms Piggy was far from cute. She was older than my mother. I was nervous, shy, embarrassed, and scared half to death. But I usually did what my teachers and older people told me. I dropped my pants.:eek: Okay, I didn’t drop my fruit-of-the-looms immediately! Ms Peggy assured me it was all right and coaxed me to just remove my undies. There it was, in all it’s glory, my soft penis. All right, it wasn’t a donkey dong at the time. But was still pretty darned impressive for a kid.
Keep in mind this now seems like it was a lifetime away. These words and facts are the best I can recall.
---Ms Peggy was seated on a small stool on wheels. She rolled up close and began her visual inspection. She did agree that it could be mistaken for a small elephant’s trunk, comparing it to other boys my age. But assured me it was not too large. She then rubbed it and began wiggling it around. My penis came to life. It soon was stickin straight out, hard as a rock. Ms Peggy changed her diagnosis. Now she said it did appear more like what the others were calling it. Ms Peggy stroked it a few times and said she’d better get Ms lovely. Something about having a witness in case someone complained. This was all new to me. I wasn’t complainin!;)
---Ms Peggy had me sit up on the bed and placed a towel over me. She left, locking the door behind her. In a few minutes she knocked and told me she was returning with Ms lovely. Both entered and locked the door again. Ms lovely was smiling and said she’d heard I was in perfect health. To prove it, my pecker was standing at attention beneath that terrycloth towel! One of them removed the towel. Again many years blur what happened. I do remember being masturbated by one, or both women. Ms lovely for sure. It was done briefly and gently so I never yet learned if this was hazardous for my uncircumcised penis. Thinking back, that would have been the perfect time to ask about my foreskin. But, I don't think I was even thinking about using it for intercourse at that tender age. Ms Lovely took me back to the nurses station several more times for follow up exams that year. I also passed that class with an “A+” .
--- I got in trouble with other teachers, some men. They didn’t seem as friendly about having a hard-on in their classes. But they did understand. Pretty much the same things about the name calling followed me to high school. But there, there were several other well endowed boys. I learned to take my gym showers last or keep out of view as much as possible when naked. I held books or papers in front of my crotch when standing in class to speak or when I needed a shield to cover the banana in my pants when lookin at pretty girls while seated. This is also where some of the girls began buggin me about dating. Without a car till my Junior year, the few dates I went on were just hand holding and the local movie theater.
---After getting my first set of wheels and numerous dates set up by my brother’s girlfriend, having my cock rubbed through my jeans was as far as those dates went. They were either in my classes or I was friends with their brothers. I didn’t think either of these were worth the risk of being beat up or further embarrassment.
Remember, I was afraid of ripping my foreskin off and bleeding to death. It wan't easy being different!

TIT FUCK GAMES--How and Why?
 

SINCE WE ARE NEW HERE I HAVE NO IDEA WHETHER I'M DOING THESE STORIES RIGHT OR NOT.
So far I've stayed out of trouble with the administrators but they may be asleep or having sex with each other. Dollie thinks that big black gorilla is cute. I will add the following and one more story here. If I don't hear anything I will start CLOSET CLEANING #2 because I feel too many stories may end up just being buried.

TIT FUCK GAMES
---This topic will tell about a few of Dollie's old tit fuck games having fun with special partners and temporary new friends. Hopefully I will also have newer games to report as time passes. After trying to keep score 50+ years ago we gave up how many 1000 times her boobs have been fondled and fucked. Keep in mind we didn't play every year or every time we went away. But we sure tried.
---Together we played this game as far back as our dating in the back seat of my 1949 Dodge. Pre-intercourse and reasonably safe. Having several girls living with us off and on for over five years after marriage I was fortunate to have many tit fuck game partners. Dollie and all the girls had much smaller firmer breasts then. I was more rubbing the tops of their boobs than slipping between them. I usuallly ejaculated in their face and their mouths. They all loved it then.
---These games continued until our middle 20's and stopped because of a growing family and Dollie's worry about ejaculating in her face. For some reason semen began discusting her. These tit fuck games began again in her 40's when we began meeting other kinky wild people. At that time Dollie made a rule "no cumming on my face." These games didn't last long for some reason. As many know, Dollie has never ever had intercourse or oral sex with another man. Hard to believe but true. Since our games have gotten very close to that without her giving in, we re-created another way for partners to be satisfied.
---It wasn't until I retired to Florida after 1994 that tit fucking was again a fun pastime with others. But then it was rare and the same fear of getting semen on her face remained. At bike events Dollie was talked into doing this with bikers, sometimes one after the other, as many watched. Being an exhibitionist she enjoyed herself. Before it was only me or one other person.
---Fast forward to August 2013. Perhaps age and seeing friends dieing off gave Dollie reason to start getting tit fucked again. Perhaps it was me and a friend begging Dollie to once again tit fuck or fuck him. She chose to tit fuck friend Dale rather than fuck him. Dale had been masturbating Dollie for years, often on the nude beach. That meeting only lasted an hour or so .
---Amazingly she loved it like she did as a teenager! She even let Dale ejaculate between her boobs. Yes, she made it clear to him not to shoot any on her face or in her mouth. Bigger boobs make actually fucking them possible when she or someone else holds them firmly together! Dale did good! Dollie did good!
---How long and how often we will play this game again, no one knows. This post will contain a few old tit fuck stories and those yet to happen. We are scheduled to meet Dale, and possible another friend later if we have time, in less than two weeks for a weekend of masturbation and tit fucking. A threesome sort of thing like we've done for over 15 years without the tit fucking. Back then it was only fondling and fingering. I'm sure this upcoming weekend will determine future games.
-------WTF am I talking about? Here's a sample. I will add more as the games are written. There will be no cameras or video of our real games. I already destroyed video and photos of games of the past. Tomorrow I may not be here and we don't want family finding things like this.
--- It often takes team work and doesn't take the man long to ejaculate. Trusting him to control where he shoots it is important. Just like intecourse either one or both can do the tit fucking . These games can be played with either partner standing, sitting, or laying down in various positions. Also other partners can be forming still other sex acts with the woman at the same time. For women afraid of getting pregnant or not liking regular intercourse, this is a great alternative. You haven't fucked until you've tit fucked.

-------------------Sample only.

First time tit fuck
 

First time tit fuck

---The details may not be exact. I repeat a lot because some people jump around and start later stories.
--------This happened in 195-. I was 20 and Dollie 18. It was most likely on our third or fourth date. Maybe even later. We had always gone to the Drive-inn movie theater for dates from the start. My first car was a 1949 Dodge Coronet coupe. I wanted a 49 Ford or Mercury V-8. But lived with my grandparents, my aunt and uncle was next door. He knew what kids did with V8’s. So it was a Dodge six. This was a short roofed long trunk body style, yet had a back seat. Sure beat riding a bicycle.
(A story telling of how we met and how our games began is here in the Closet. Read it. At this time of our lives we think it was amazing. My younger brother and his girlfriend set us up. But a force beyond that brought us together. This story is only about our first tit fucking games which came later.)

----Discovered in only a few dates that Dollie loved playing with my penis. Shortly before that she discovered I loved fondling her boobs. In fact my boob playing created attention to my always erect penis, poking against my tight jeans. Those tits were nice for her age. After all Dollie was a skinny girl and up till our dates wore no bra and very sloppy blouses.
---No one at school even noticed she had tits. I didn’t expect what I was soon to discover under that loose blouse. But, on those early dates, Dollie was wearing a bra. Her mother made Dollie wear one of hers to keep me away from those boobs. Dollie’s mother is a story in it’s self. Her big sister and mommy were apparently what influenced Dollie into liking pricks. Still can’t believe she didn’t copy their whoring around. But she had a secret reason. I only had one real girlfriend up till then. I had taken several other high school girls to the drive-in but never even touched them. Just wasn’t turned on and being friends with many of their brothers, I was afraid to.
---Dollie and I both turned down dates to go to the show together. My girlfriend Patty loved letting me fondle her tits through her blouses. This first date was gonna be my first time to feel real bare titties. Patty and I were both 18 when we met and spent lots of time riding our bikes to the park where we’d rub and feel each other. But the park was not a safe place to see and feel each other exposed. I turned down a sure thing feeling Pattys big boobies to date what I thought was a flat chested hillbilly. This made no sense.
---And Dollie was gonna date the same guy, 10 years older, who r---ped her many times when she was young, while her sister and her husband held Dollie down. Somehow, over time, they met again and she forgave him. All of this is in a detailed story here. No, it made no sense to date that little girl dressed in oversized hand-me-down auction bought clothes. The same things happened as with the other girls. We each sat close to the opposite car door and watched the movies. And I swore I would never take her on another date!
----A few weeks later I agreed to take Dollie to the drive-inn movie again. She’d talked to other girls at school and listened. I didn’t know it until later, she’d removed her mom’s bra before leaving her house. She was also wearing a tight angora sweater which was typical in the late 50’s. Now she wore a reasonably short skirt too! Unbenounced to me Dollie pulled it up mini skirt style as she got in my car. When she slid in the skirt was nearly to her crotch, her left hip exposed. Yes, she was skinny and those long lean legs caught my attention.
----We stopped and bought snacks and soda then headed to the drive-in movie. I parked with the speaker on the passenger side so we could get in and out on the driver side. I hung the speaker from the passenger side front door window. The speaker was too loud so Dollie slid over to the center of the front bench seat. I have no idea why but I slid over toward the center too. I think I used the excuse the steering wheel was in my way.
----Next thing I remember is putting my arm around her and a hand “accidentally” on her bare leg. Nature stepped in. My penis grew full size, my jeans bulged, and somehow my hand ended up under that tight blouse. NO BRA ? And Dollie had titties! I sort of remember that she told me it was okay to lift her sweater and fondle them. Anyway I did!
---Probably much later during the movie Dollie was rubbing the bulge in my jeans. Since she was nice enough to let me pull her titties out I was about to tell her she could pull my penis out. But somehow she slid her hand down the top of my jeans and was rubbing my thing. This was awkward and uncomfortable for both of us. So I told Dollie she could unhook my jeans and pull it out if she liked. She liked and did!
---These tittie and cock fondling games continued for each date after that. I didn’t hesitate asking Dollie to go to the movies anymore. I’m guessing we discussed intercourse and she told me about the guy who ****d her, saying she was afraid to try it because back then it hurt very much. I explained that years had passed, she had grown up, and maybe my penis was smaller.
----Eighteen years old, my younger brother already fucking his girlfriend and another girl, and the most I’d done is masturbate. Dollie knew about her girlfriends fucking regularly. It’s something girls and boys talk about. Dollie masturbating me by now and me working on those tits all through the movies, I was really wanting to fuck! Somehow I ended up rubbing my erect prick on her titties while in the back seat of my Dodge. And somehow I tit fucked Dollie and ejaculated all over her boobs and her face. Amazingly she loved it and tit fucking became a big part of our nite at the movies. I remember having a lot of sticky shop towels and Kleenex back then.

It's always fun to let the woman do all the work. You know she's lovin it too!
Wearing a bra, bikini top, or halter top lets them tit fuck no handed and you can ejaculate in the cup to keep from making a mess in your car or wherever you are.
Again, this is a game that can be done outside or anyplace you want to do a quickie without the woman removing everything. We've found this great camping, at a bike event, or regular beach with a stranger when others are not near.
I have at least two more tit fuck stories I can throw in here.

Our latest Tit Fuck Games.
 

Our latest Tit Fuck Game.
A repeat of things I wrote at the beginning of this new Topic and more.
---Recently Dollie and I talked about our old Tit Fucking games and how we both enjoyed it with other partners. I take too many meds and after my heart failure I can not keep an erection. Just because I can’t fuck her or tit fuck her is no reason Dollie should do without. Tit Fucking is our way of letting someone use their penis without actual intercourse. It had been many years since the last time she let anyone do it. Her biggest complaint was “ they’ll cum on my face and in my mouth.“ We’d discussed this many times before too. I told her that if you keep your mouth shut that part is no problem. And we will explain to anyone that they better aim their cock away from you or keep it tightly between your tits when they ejaculate. At least she was listening and commenting about this again.
----This was a topic of discussion while on a recent vacation. I was hoping Dollie would agree and we’d find an old friend or a willing stranger while in Illinois. No such luck. After we returned home she seemed slightly willing to meet or old friends near Daytona. I e-mailed Dale last week. Dale was glad to hear from us and had missed our games with him. You could say he was eager to meet to play this tit fuck thing.
---Dale lives over 150 miles away and neither of us wanted to drive that far. We met about half way and Dale got a cheap motel room for $40. We were only there a few hours. He had to get back home before his wife got off work. Dollie just hates it that these guys are sneaking around on their wives. But it’s this sneaking part that gives us control over what happens. Mess up once and Dollie would tell Dale’s wife when we met her again. Ogver fifteen years and Dale hasn't messed up yet!
----Since Dale and Dollie already knew the plans everything went well. It all started out with a quick tit fondling and then maybe a 30 minute fingerfuck. Dale's been begging to fuck Dollie for most of the 15 years we've known him. He would finally get his wish----sort of! Dollie jacked him off only a few minutes until Dale started draining. Then it was time to tit fuck her. All normal games we’d played with Dale for over 15 years except Dale tit fucking Dollie. It’s been over three years since we did any of this with him. Just no time. The plan was to make Dollie hot first, then tit fuck her. It worked.
--- Dollie made another of my fantasy dreams come true again. This time she loved the hot semen on her tits and giggled. That’s what I wanted to see and hear. She even helped Dale spread all that gooey jazz around on her tits then wash it off together. Dollie told Dale she loved it and it was her who did most of the planning for another meeting at Dale’s house in a few weeks. With luck we’ll also get to visit our old friend BP. Never know what fun games may happen then.
-----I’d really rather find some stranger to only tit fuck Dollie. No masturbation. And no one I know on these internet sites. Well maybe this one now! A complete stranger like we often did on vacations and at bike events. Meet only once, have fun, and never see them again.
Dale kept his prick between Dollie's tits and shot there, not above them. But Dale shoots way more than anyone we've ever seen so Dollie got a full wad. If that didn't bother her nothing will!

MARTHA AND SAM RETURN--Tit Fucking
 

--MARTHA AND SAM RETURN
This is an older couple we met at a local produce stand and sort of became friends.There will be stories about them later how we met and what we did. But the following goes along with these tit fuck games so here it is.
--- You thought that was gonna be the latest tit fuck game didn’t you? Well our local swappin partner friends Sam and Martha just stopped in to see how we’ve been. This is the couple we do everything with except intercourse. Martha has nice tits for an older woman and loves her pussy finger fucked. But it’s been some time since we’ve had time to get together. What a way to spend a few hours on Labor Day!
---Martha is so much like Dollie. In fact, she stood there on our back porch wearing a very tiny blouse and a mini skirt barely below her butt cheeks. In no time, Martha was lifting it and teasing me, showing her smooth pussy and her bare ass. After they came inside, we caught up on discussing games we’ve all played and times we fondled each other’s wives. They couldn’t believe we haven’t been playing games with anyone, camping, or going out.
---We did talk about our latest tit fucking game with our friend Dale. I think it was Martha who suggested we swap wives and tit fuck right then. By this time Martha had my limp dick out trying to make it grow. Dollie and I explained that it had died and no longer gets hard. Yes, it’s sad and I hate to admit it. After awhile Martha said that Sam can tit fuck Dollie then her. And I can play with their tits. So we did.
----After a short time with Dollie and Martha squeezing Dollie's boobs around Sam’s cock and him slowly fucking them, he said he was going to ejaculate. He soon pumped Dollie's cleavage full of semen then Martha spread it all over them. When Sam stopped, we just talked and fondled Martha awhile. I wasn't about to touch Dollie's cum covered titties! If it were my cum I would.
---When he felt ready, Sam tit fucked Martha. I don’t think Martha got tit fucked long. Sam shot another big wad between her tits and we all watched it oozing out. I told Martha that she has to rub it around on her boobs and let it dry. We talked, drank iced tea, and watched the semen dry on Martha and Dollie’s titties. We're retired, we have lots of spare time. After quite some time both women went into the bathroom and washed their titties off. Both Sam and I sucked and licked them all to make sure they got them clean. They said next time I have to spread the cum on Martha and Dollie's titties.
---A few hours and a lot of fun. Now that’s the way I want to play this tit fucking game.
Again Martha and Sam worked on Dollie's tits together as Sam tit fucked her. Dollies' tits are big enough that Sam's cock remained between them when he shot. Sam did cum all over and above Martha's boobs but she didn't seem to mind.

While lookig at other threads posted here I noticed some seem to go on and on. So for now I will go on with my MOTORCYCLE TALES. Yes since this CLOSET CLEANING idea began on several motorcyle forums I felt it appropriate then to write something with motorcycles in it. After all we love bikes, old cars, camping, and scenery. Oh yea boobies and pussy!

MOTORCYCLE ADVENTURES
 

For those of you who like motorcycles there are 15+ short stories to follow. If you don't like bikes...... tough shit.
-----Let us go way back to our earliest motorcycle adventures. Mid 60’s and 70’s. We were in our mid-20’s, just two skinny, almost innocent, kids out havin fun and experimenting with flashing games. I was convincing Dollie she needed to wear sexier clothes and show more skin. She was willing at times. Yet she didn’t want men seeing her nipples up close…or her beaver in anyway! My work was cut out for me. I still have no idea why I became so infatuated with showin her titties and ass. Most men want to keep it to themselves. But here is my excuse.

More repeat crap for members who skip around. This part has nuthin to do with motersykles so just read it anyway.
---We married young and had a wild sex life with Dollie’s girlfriends. There always seemed to be one or two living with us and several more just hangin around our small house. Wasn’t long before Dollie and the girls were playing with my tool and Dollie was showing them how to fuck, as I slept. I worked days and attempted to sleep nights. I was the young kid in a factory full of older men and women. For some reason they all had to explain to me the facts of life. Ya know, how to do it doggie fashioned, how to eat pussy, and most of all, how to get my bride to suck my cock. Back then we thought they were makin this stuff up!
--- To skip the repeat info, I ended up banging many of those young girls as Dollie watched …and sometimes didn’t watch. For some reason those young gals liked my hard cock. Surprisingly Dollie never took the offers to be fucked by the girl’s boyfriends or any of our other friends …. something I originally tried to get her to do. My reasoning was I’d get more girls and more sex. I was hungry for that stuff!
---Oh yea, Dollie was also teachin the girls how to suck my cock…as I slept ….Yea right! Somehow I did eventually sleep. Went to work many mornings tired, with a sore cock. I sure miss all of that! Moving, different job, kids, gals getting married, most of the fun came to an end after 8 or 10 years. Adding to this amazing fantasy come true, I seemed to always be lookin at Porn magazines. They just showed up. And a few very good friends were always inviting us over…or bringing X-rated movies…to our house to watch.
--- One friend was a Cop who borrowed confiscated 16MM movies they got in raids. His wife was one of the gals at the factory teaching this good boy how to go bad. The other guy was Dollie’s ex-boy friend, Donnie Davenport, who ran one of the few Porn movie houses in the County. Yep, we were supplied and watched all the latest… and many oldies of porn. Donnie hated being called Donnie but I called Donald Donnie cause I hated him. He's the guy who fucked my wife long ago.
---Also I was going to a Men’s Club several times a year with co workers for supper and Porn movie nite. This virgin sheltered white boy was soon being educated. Add to all of this, we were going to Peoria, Ill to the second rate strip clubs quite often, especially in Winters. All of this porn stuff became imbedded into my tiny misguided brain. I was soon trying to get Dollie to dress and act like a porn star. As I look back, I shoulda sued someone! That’s the American way! That’s my excuse and I’m stickin to it!
---With this background to set the scene, it's back to the motorcycle trips. We lived South of Peoria, Illinois, on the East side of the Illinois River. About 75 miles North is a State Park we enjoyed hiking in.. Starved Rock State Park, named for when Indians were trapped and starved on the flat rock outcropping, forced to jump to their death on the rocks beside the Illinois river. White man bad medicine! Lots of nice secluded trails above and below the small canyons. Most are now closed because modern man was also too stupid to stop falling over the sides when hiking. Most of them weren’t even hungry! There are two more small State Parks and some County Parks in the same area. Many, including Starved Rock, with camping. All with steep steps, metal wrought iron stairs, or trails. Great for lookin up skirts and things, we learned. See how I'm lernin ya things?
---For many years we camped with the kids or my brother and his family up there. When we found babysitters on nice weekends, we took the old Panhead Harley, a one man pup tent, $1 air mattresses, and basic supplies and rode up the river to camp different places. We weren't soft back then.
---On this trip, we were goin to Starved Rock to get kinky. Dollie was beginning to enjoy showin skin. Flashing from a distance became fun for both of us. In fact, she loved riding behind me on the Harley topless in short shorts. Since we took back roads and went through small towns, she could ride most of the time that way. I wore tankie tops and short shorts. No no helmets. We were really big time biker dudes! We made trips to Des Moines, Wisconsin Dells, Detroit, Western Indiana, and Southern Illinois that way. As far as I can remember we wore cheap tennis shoes. Lucky, we never fell down boom.
---For these earlier trips, Dollie had me create special flashin riding clothes. I obliged. If she wasn’t wearing a low blouse, bikini top, or halter type top (Much like a bikini top) She wore tube tops. Dollie had many of these.
They were some sort of knitted, thin material. Found out most were see-through in bright light. In their original design, they fit just about from her tittie tops to her waist. But since she wanted to pull them down like a belt, I cut most in half, or some one third off. These pieces didn’t go to waste. She began wearing the 1/3 tube top when riding or camping. From what I remember these pieces were barely 4” wide. Enough to cover her nipples and become a nice little belt.
---Since we were bike camping, we needed to keep our supplies to a minimum. All we had were those leather saddle bags with fringe and silver buckles. So another uncut tube top became her mini skirt. For other times, I cut a few pair of blue jean shorts super short, showing both ass cheeks and having nearly no crotch. Over time, some became nearly crotch-less. Perhaps ½ to ¼ inch, which was often pulled up inside her pussy and out of sight. It was Dollie who asked me to redesign those clothes. But they were more--- or less-- than she expected. I shoulda been a politician.
---Somehow I got her to put on one of those outfits for our bike camping trip. Griped at first. By the time we were part way to the campground she was lovin it. Going through towns and in traffic she pulled the top up. When hiking and in secluded campsites, she wore them like belts, getting caught by others occasionally. Getting caught, showing her nipples, wasn’t so bad after all. Getting compliments, Dollie was lovin the attention.
---And…..wearing those tiny crotched short shorts let her pussy show when climbing off and on the bike, or moving about. Climbing up the many wrought iron stairs at the other park, and steep hills proved interesting with guys behind us. Somehow they seemed to appear as we used the stairs, politely letting us go ahead. This also became fun. Dollie even tried this wearing micro mini skirts. Dollie wore those partial tube tops, along with a tube top for skirt, mini skirt, or narrow crotched ass showin shorts all that weekend.
---We rode, she got off and on in front of people, we climbed rocks, hiked hills and dales, and sat around along the river teasin fishermen. Each day that weekend Dollie got braver and more willing to show off. The campground was along the Illinois river bank back then. There was a nearby iron highway lift bridge into the nearest town on the other side. When tugboats with barges passed, they blew an air horn. The bridge tender honked a horn in reply, lights blinked and bells rang, as the bridge went up or down. At night, the tugs shown bright lights along the river banks. Dollie often stood flashing the men on board. It was easy to know when they saw her, many with binoculars. The horns would blow again and men would yell and whistle. Dollie loved doing this all along the river, day and night.
This was our first real flashin biker campin weekend. Can’t remember how many more there were. But each seemed more exciting than the other. Ya see, it took many to train Dollie. It wasn’t till in the late 70’s when we met some male nudists at another State Park and, just for the heck of it, got Dollie to pose for a few pictures. And the rest is history.
I cheated. This is a recent photo on son's Honda at home.

WH** C**Y, ILLINOIS HILL CLIMB AND RALLY-
 

WH**C**Y, ILLINOIS HILL CLIMB AND RALLY-

---This was our first long motorcycle trip. Probably in mid-70's. Well, for us it was long. Over 125 miles, not too far from St louis, I believe. We lived about ** miles West of Bloomington, Illinois, off I- 55. Wh** C**y was down I-55 a piece, just off the interstate. It was a hill climb event and rally. We went with a half dozen other friends and wives, two up, on our bikes. We had the ole 50' Panhead, one a Ducatti, a BSA, a Sporty, a Norton, and something else.
---Again, we camped in our tiny one man pup tents with basic supplies. It's what bikers did back then. After all, it was a rally and there were food vendors. Musta been July. It was very hot. Which was a good thing. This was our first rally and first time mingling with real bikers and biker babes. We had heard there would be nudity. But never expected that much. I was in hog heaven. Since some of our friends were---how do ya say---prim and proper, it was going to be difficult for Dollie to NOT wanna flash or go nikid. She really did try. But when big ole burley bikers kept beggin her, and their wimmin flashed me, Dollie just had to whip those little babies out....over and over. Amazing us, at least three of the other gals with us did the same. It's a rally sort of thing, I guess.
All in all I saw lots of tits and ass, got sunburned, drunk, and had fun. Coming home, North up I- 55, we all got scared to death. First, it was rainin very hard. But we were prepared....yea right. We had some of those $2 clear plastic rain outfits. They lasted maybe a mile before they ripped apart! But with the big ole blue windshield and bubble helmet---yea I was a big time biker now... the rain wasn't a problem.
We heard what sounded like a large train engine coming up behind us. The ground was shakin. Lookin back, cars, bikes, and everyone were pulling off on the shoulder. Saw a few bikes get crowded and knocked over. As the group of bikers got close, we all got over on the right shoulder and stopped.
Chicago Hells Angels.... A whole flock of them, moving at a high rate of speed filling both lanes and more. Ahead of us, we saw other bikers get crowded and kicked off the highway. Kinda made us want to shit our pants right there. Never before and never again did we see such a sight.
We made it to I 74 and headed West toward home. Wet, shook up, and full of memories of our first real bike rally.