[ModelT-MsDollie]

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!