Since moving my stories from site to site and the natural moving of them to the top when comments were made, many are out of order. This is partly why I repeat with notes. Either find the oldest or just enjoy these as they fall.
Our Motorcycle ride to Wisconsin Dells continues----
Or will Jack and Jill become good booby game students?
---Our story continues as we prepared to go to the water parks, other amusements, and practice booby games with our new friends. Meeting Jill and Jack only hours earlier, we had progressed with our game plans rather quickly. While riding the few miles to the largest water park, there were giggles and plans being made by Jill and Dollie. But, we were hungry. Hadn’t eaten since leaving home that morning. Still, where to stop with two women dressed like hookers? I knew exactly and mentioned the pizza joint next to the lake we’d gone to years before. (see Dells story) Dollie remembered and hoped the same people were running it.
---I instructed Jack how to get there and quickly told our earlier tittie tale adventures there. By luck the same cook/owner and male waiter were there. By luck they remembered us--- Dollie and her boobs. Dollie’s and Jill’s clothing were an immediate success with those two men and a few male customers eating pizza. We were seated and told Jill and Jack that this was the perfect place to be initiated flashing boobs… or anything else she felt comfortable showing.
--- Dollie instructed Jill to watch and do what she did. Dollie first, then both girls leaned forward, elbows on the small round table, their titties rolled out onto the table. Both gals were basically sitting on their bare asses, and that was easy to see. First to notice were the two middle aged men across the room. When the waiter came out to take our orders, he brought four large iced draft beers on a tray. Pointing across the room, he said compliments of fans.
---This was the same place Dollie and I got free pizza and drinks a few years back. We could afford this place! Our waiter was just as friendly and wild as before. He placed my beer and Jack’s in front of us. He placed Dollie’s ice cold draft and Jill’s between their bare titties. The gals giggled and screamed. Then thanked the waiter. Off to a great evening and tittie game training session. Things got blurry the rest of the meal. I know we ate pizza and were served more free beers.
--- I believe both gals walked toward the door as we left and mooned those men and employees. Mooned may not be the word for showing pink! First stop and this young gal, Jill, was showin boob freely and showin pussy! The gal who said she wouldn’t think of doing such a thing hours earlier. The powers of Dollie!!!!!!!! We made our way to the largest most popular water park and wandered around. Both gals carefully leaned over to tease men by showing their boobies and not their asses .
---Then off to the rides. Dollie and Jill rode the various rides that tossed them about and caused titties to be set free. Jack and I watched, as did an ever growing crowd…mostly of adult men. Like other places, the gals were begged to stay on the rides longer. Titties got knocked around and bruised so it was time to stop riding for the day. It was off to the Fun House and Museum of Horrors. Both places were not a great choice considering they were wearing those micro mini skirts…and nothing more on bottom. Remember, both attractions have an air chamber near the end, in full view of anyone standing below.
Dollie knew this but Jill apparently didn’t. I’m not sure if Dollie was being ornery, scared, or just temporarily frozen in place. But she stopped right in the middle of each air chamber, with Jill right behind her, screaming and attempting to pull her skirt down from nearly her head. Yes Dollie’s skirt was likewise raised.
---As the girls were invited to go through again, and Dollie was willing, two security guards walked up. Both gals were told that they are not allowed in those funhouses again dressed as they were. So much for funhouse fun. Probably a wise choice since the crowd was growing and real cops might show up anytime. As is normal, time to go someplace else. By the time we went back to the campground Jill was a professional bobby and pussy flasher. She did good!
---Most days all that week we went many different places with Jack and Jill, playing our booby games and showin pussy. Sadly we never got to ride the hot air balloon as we had other times.(another old Dells story) One evening we had been drinking too much wine and beer while in Jack n Jill’s RV. As alcohol sometimes does it causes everyone‘s clothing to mysteriously fall off. That‘s when I found out Jill‘s titties really were quite soft and mushy. That‘s when Jill found out I really was hung.
--- Jill was wanting sex, Jack was wanting sex. I was wanting sex. Everyone was wanting sex with opposite partners. Drunken Dollie wouldn’t give in. Jack did the two finger disappearing act with Dollie and I with Jill. We all fondled and felt the other’s partner. But never got any nookie. Still, that’s not a bad thing. I used to beg Dollie and do my best to get her to swap. At this time of our lives we are both happy she was stronger than everyone else. But I’ve written this many times before.
---This Wisconsin Dells adventure was a fairy tale fantasy come true…as many seemed to be during our days together. A few days Dollie and I took a motorcycle ride throughout the beautiful Wisconsin rolling hills. We stopped at many interesting places and scenic spots. Took tittie pictures and actually acted like civilized tourists from time to time. Boring! And many days and evenings were spent training and retraining our friends on how to show female body parts to unsuspecting tourists.
---Some trips and vacations we could never seem to get connected with anyone. Sometimes it was even impossible to play flashing games. Unknown forces, magnetic fields, luck, and possibly horny strangers suddenly come into our lives and the games begin. You can’t plan this stuff. As I’ve said many times before, your partner has to be dressed to play games and willing.
------------------Titties are magnets….tit magnets. Again, the motorcycle ride back home was uneventful and fun.
How'd I know I'd someday write a topic about tit magnets? There's that familiar blouse again.