[ModelT-MsDollie]

I remember many times in the past arguing and crying while driving the 150 miles or more toward Daytona so BP and Dale could play with my boobs and finger me. I don’t know how I could stand it. They each worked on my pussy for over two hours many days and we’d go back for more the next few days we were there. Most days right after BP finished we’d drive the 20 miles or so to do the same with Dale at his house or the nude beach.
I’d still be saying NO when Denny pulled up in our van or truck. But I was wearing clothes that showed everything I had and knew what BP would do as soon as we checked in at his motel.
I had learned long ago that those clothes meant it was okay to play and they didn’t have to ask. It was also Denny’s signal that I was ready to mess around. It’s still odd that I’d say no and complain yet dress like that. Same when we drove to Dale’s house or the nude beach. I’d be complaining and even crying but I’d get out of our van and never say no to all the fingering I got.
Oh yes, they both begged to fuck me back then but I never gave in. I always thanked and hugged them and told them I had a good time. I even promised to return. Next time we visited I’d complain and say no all over again. Before we even left home I knew what would happen because Denny would have me listen and talk on the phone to BP and Dale, or read Dale’s emails about what he was going to do to me. He always said he was going to fuck me too.

This next time will be different unless I back out at the last minute. Of course, they may tell me no this time. Last two visits over four years ago BP was so upset over his motel and money he didn’t do anything but stare at my pussy. So it’s possible nothing will happen. Denny is going to call him and see. Four years is a long time.
BP has a smaller almost black cock about 6” or 7” long and not circumcised. I can stroke it or wiggle it a few times and he starts draining out slowly. I’ve never really seen BP shoot because he always covers it and runs to his bathroom.
Same with Dale, been over four years. Just before Denny got his new hips. Dale’s cock is fatter and probably 8” with a fairly big head. Dale can cum more and farther than men we’ve watched. But we haven’t watched too many. Most squirt inside me. I’ve never been able to pump Dale and make him cum no matter how fast or long I work it. But he can do it in minutes. Dale’s is the only other prick I’ve played with much. He’d beg me at the nude beach and in between the times he was fingering me. Denny told me it was only fair. At first I hated touching it but it was no different than playing with Denny’s after awhile.
I used to hate it when Dale squirted on me at the nude beach. Now I am looking forward to Dale shooting deep inside me. Amazing how I’ve changed over time.

I guess I should mention our camping and biker friends Jim and Janet. We first met at the clothing optional biker camp. Jim talked me into posing nude many different times. Right off Jim couldn’t keep his hands off or out of me. I was naked almost all the time we were there with them even though Janet was fully covered. Janet is fat with little sloppy tits and she will not let Jim touch her.
Until we had a disagreement about money and food we’d stay at each others place for a few weeks many years and camp together. Jim taught Denny about computers and porn. Janet knew Jim played with my tits but not my pussy. He’d even grab my bare boob and make Janet mad often. She never really got mad. She’d just cuss him out and leave the room. It was while I was in their computer room or at camp when Janet wasn’t close that Jim finger fucked me every chance he got. So Jim only got quickies but saw my pussy spread wide and took pictures of it often.
Here’s a little story about Jim. We were at their house and everyone was wearing shorts. While in Jim’s computer room he was fingering me and saying how wet I was. Denny told me to sit on Jim’s leg and show him. When I sat down on his upper leg my pussy spread wide. I slid back and forth and could feel the juice running out on Jim’s leg. I guess we all got loud and Janet came in there just as I got up. Jim’s leg was shiny wet and Janet had no idea why! We miss those friends. But stealing groceries was not being friends.