[ModelT-MsDollie]

FINGER FUCKIN IN THE DUNES #1

---Disclaimer .....Since these games happened many years ago some details and things spoken may not be 100% accurate. But the dialoge is what might have been spoken.

WARNING---This and future stories in this TOPIC for mature perverted adults only. Not recommended for the squeemish or weak at heart. XXX


---Since the above RANDOM SURPRISE GAMES happened along Lake Michigan we’ll keep playing there. We will begin our stories around those times when we met the old people and I was getting old pussy. That way I don’t have to strain my brain or look thru papers to find out just when Dollie did start getting fingered and fondled. We know now that old Claude was dippin fingers in Dollie’s honey hole when she was 38 or 39, making this the early 80’s. And it seems like a few men were fondling her tits and rubbing her pussy in the 60's. I have also mentioned before I’d like to go back and be stuck in the early 80’s. Those seemed to be our wildest most fun and daring years. Altho after retiring at 55 things were again much like the 80’s.
----Back on the Illinois side of Lake Michigan, a few years after Dollie let a bunch of young guys fondle her titties and dangle their dicks on her ass, she was always in a special horny mood when along the Lake. Dollie often mentioned she’d like to meet some of those same guys again. I often look back on that fondling vacation amazed someone didn’t finger her or fuck her. Yes, that story is also here in the closet.
---This time we were in lower Wisconsin. We must have been closer to mid 40’s by now. Lots of guys had fondled and fingered Dollie in lots of other places. Let’s just go to the pier at Kenosha, Wisconsin. We often rode up there from where we camped near Zion, Illinois along Lake Michigan. We lived in central Illinois. Seems like there was a Studebaker museum and a lighthouse museum up there. We also loved walking out on the pier and the small parks and marinas in the area so Dollie could tit tease.
--- This is not about tits. Dollie wore only a very short loose fitting micro mini skirt and a very low blouse. As in no panties and micro as in nearly cheek showing! Very low as in nipple peeking top. Okay it is about tits too! There usually were a lot of fishermen sitting along both sides of the narrow pier which had a small light house near the end. I remember it was fairly breezy and her skirt often blew above her bare ass. I warned her and actually begged Dollie not to go out on the pier. Being a female, she was stubborn. But at times like these I am happy she was.
--- A fishing boat, maybe a 25-30’ or longer, was headed toward the boat docks. I don’t think they really intended to dock at the end of the pier until they got a peek at Dollie, her uplifted skirt, and tit poppin top. By this time a dozen old fishermen sitting on each side of the pier had gotten a view of her bare ass and her pussy. This we knew from the bare beaver and cute ass comments. Apparently they were loving it because no one seemed to be fishing. They were staring and yelling for Dollie to show MORE ASS. To tease, Dollie would occasionally bend to adjust her sandals. This was before we called those Daleshots.
---I’m guessing the fishing boat was now sitting in the water around 20-30’ below us. I’m thinking four fishermen were standing directly below Dollie’s micro mini skirt staring up from the boat. They were also making sexy comments and she was sucking it all up. As a couple of the fishermen stood at the bottom of the pier ladder Dollie walked over and stood right above the ladder. I’m guessing she had her legs slightly spread while that little skirt kept billowing in the breeze. As the first guy reached the top, Dollie moved away. Then back in front of the ladder as each of the other fishermen climbed up. Everyone of them thanked her as he stepped onto the pier.
---We visited with the fishermen and they asked if we’d like to have some fresh fish. Dollie said yes. After some tittie and ass comments I’m thinking they told us to meet them in the parking lot in about an hour . ‘Cause that’s what we did. Probably a few more sandal adjustments for the fishermen on the opposite side of the pier as we walked past. Dollie flashed her titties to a few other young men along the way. In the meantime we went to one of the museums right there in the small park. Off the pier, her skirt didn’t blow up as often. But when it did she got whistled at and complimented for showing her ass.
(Most of these stories were written from notes written soon after the events. That and the vehicles we drove make the facts fairly accurate.)
---I’m pretty sure a few of those guys who were sitting on the pier had followed us back to the park. There were never more than a couple guys together at any one time. And then not really with each other. Sort of sneaking around watching. To thank them and a few younger guys for the compliments she asked them if they’d like to see more. I don’t remember anyone saying NO! Dollie would sit on a park bench or stand up on a low wall, flashing a tit and giving them a nice beaver shot. I remember at least a few of those guys asking to see even more. Maybe she’d pull out both titties, spread her legs wider, and just grin. They’d get a peek then leave.
---Then it happened. One of the young men followed us so we wandered to a more remote area. I guess we were sitting someplace reasonably alone. He asked me, then Dollie, if he could rub that thing. He did rub it briefly. I remember him finger fucking Dollie briefly right in the park. Possibly because she spread her legs when he placed his hand on it, moaning.
----I must have remembered about the free fish or saw the fishermen with their boat and trailer across the parking area. We headed their way. I’d say the fishermen were surprised and happy to see us. No, I’m not making a banana joke but it’s probably true. Dollie got kidded about trading smelly fish for smelly pussy. Dollie said her pussy don’t smell! They again thanked us both for Dollie giving them the nice view of her tits, ass, and pussy. They did make sure we knew they saw it showing pink as she stood above that ladder on the pier.
---- Now I can’t remember if there were three or maybe five fishermen. At the pier in the boat there had been four, I’m sure. One now was sitting in the truck when we first got to that lot. Maybe he or another guy showed up next to the boat while we were visiting with them. Too many and we wouldn’t have stayed there.
---The fish ended up not being free. The deal was to let them see and feel Dollie’s pussy to see if it smelled like fish. Then she could have the package of fish. Of course Dollie said no repeatedly. I remember us being between their truck hooked to the boat on a large trailer and other parked boats in a fairly lonely marina parking lot. For extra privacy, someone suggested Dollie get in the boat. Those fishermen loved that idea because to get up into the fishing boat, Dollie had to climb a ladder then crawl over the side of the boat. She still refused.
--- I felt safer when I noticed two cop cars parked in another nearby parking lot. I mentioned this to Dollie. Some of the guys noticed too. Up until then I was keeping quiet. I learned long ago not to pressure her or beg. Leave that to the others. Now that I felt safer I told her “it would only take a minute for each guy to feel your pussy. Four or five minutes and it‘s over” It really wasn’t about fish~! We’d left camp that morning to play finger fuckin games with strangers and this was our big chance.
---After more begging by them and more refusals by Dollie, she walked over and climbed the ladder hooked over the edge of the boat. Seems like her skirt was already lifted and a few hands were rubbing Dollie’s ass during the conversation. A well placed finger and the two police cars may have helped her decide
---As she stepped up that first rung, both tits slipped out and her skirt was nearly up to her waist. The guys gave her a helping hand. In fact hands and fingers were on her tits, her ass, and in her pussy, just getting into the boat! I worried when all 3, 4, or more followed behind and surrounded Dollie. In a short time they had her stripped of her tiny top and skirt, leaving her naked and afraid. True to their word they were gentle. I stood on some sort of platform at the front of the boat trailer watching.
---Three to five 50 to 60 year old fishermen took turns dipping fingers in Dollie’s minnow bucket and smelling their fingers. As far a I remember they all gave her a clean “smell test.” At least one was fondling each breast at the same time, working her nipples too. That alone was enough to keep her flowing and happy. Time stood still. Each went way beyond the minute I mentioned. I’m sure every guy did the finger dippin more than once! ---They were taking their time, gentle, polite, asking for seconds, and Dollie seemed to be enjoying it. She never said STOP and she clearly gave permission to do it over as many times as they asked. I remember them asking me if she fucks. When we both said no they seemed satisfied. Now it scares us to imagine the things we did yesterday. When one of the police cars was spotted patrolling the marina parking lot everyone climbed down, leaving Dollie alone to dress. But after the police car passed most of the fishermen were there to help Dollie back down the ladder, again giving her a few well placed hands………… and fingers! Seems like we ate fish most of that summer vacation.
---This was the most men who finger fucked and fondled her at one time. Neither of us had any idea then or now how many fishermen were actually in that boat with her. Dollie said there had to be six or more. Of course she always said she was being worked on all afternoon too! I agree there must have been at least four because one was playing with each tit, another playing with her pussy, while it seems at least one was waiting and watching! And time wise, I think maybe 30 minutes in the boat and maybe 30 before getting in the boat. Could have been 15 to 30 minutes more saying our goodbyes, getting our fish, random finger feeling and fondling. But no one timed us. Dollie said she was scared to death. But they were all gentle and she loved it! I asked her if she had any orgasms and she just giggled.
---So a wild afternoon being masturbated by 4-5- or was it 6 men, as Dollie said. And let’s not forget the young guy that fingered her in the park earlier. There’s no way we could plan or even imagine a game like that. It took lots of luck, a fun loving woman, and men who know how to treat a woman right……… I still think it was four men in the boat! But four finger fucking Dollie repeatedly, at least two or three times each, would seem like a gang!

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---This was in 1984 or 1985 maybe. Now 2013. Nearly 30 years have passed. Lot’s of others have seen Dollie’s spread pussy, and finger fucked it, yet no one has had intercourse with her yet! We may have met those same fishermen many times since and not known it, or they may be dead. No harm was done and it’s barely a memory now. I still think fucking others would have been fun. But our lives would have not been the same and this world has changed so much we‘d never dare try any of this now.