[ModelT-MsDollie]

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