[ModelT-MsDollie]

Refresher on meeting our Special friends.
Back then they weren’t called fuck buddies because there was no fucking.

First ----- We’d met Dale at a large pudding wrestling match at Bike Week but didn’t remember him. He remembered my butt and later showed us a lot of ass pictures he’d taken at the pudding wrestling event while I wore very short shorts with a ½“ or less crotch. We’d returned to the Daytona area a few weeks after Bike Week to spend time at the nude beach. It was at the nude beach when Dale was there, he recognized my ass. Oddly none of us remembered seeing each other while at the nude beach. We actually met in the parking lot when leaving. We agreed to return to the nude beach for the next several days to visit. Almost from the start Dale rubbed my ass but didn’t seem to even notice my boobs. Also from the beginning he begged to see and then feel my pussy.
Like most women, while nude in public I kept my legs together and mostly only a narrow slit would show. When lying on a blanket Dale would sit at my feet and beg me to spread my legs. After awhile Denny got tired of Dale’s begging and he spread my pussy wide open for Dale to look inside. Denny even fingered me a little right in front of Dale and a few others sitting nearby. This is frowned on at most nude beaches.
After that I actually liked showing it when Dale and his perverted beach friends asked. This showing it wide open and touching didn’t happen again for several years of meeting Dale at bike events and the nude beach. Things were changing again!

BP was the tit lover. We’d met him after I was in a wet T-shirt contest at a bar not far from his motel. He missed the contest but heard I’d taken my T-shirt off. Right in the small bar he begged to see my boobs. BP bought us a few beers if I agreed to show him my tits. It was like he’d never seen a white woman’s breasts before. He begged us to check out his motel. Eventually we stayed at his motel at a discount just so he could see me wearing skimpy tops and bottoms. I don’t remember fully showing him my tits again for several years.
I repeat, none of this happened overnite. It wasn’t until years later when BP finally got to feel my tits and later my pussy. Eventually we were staying in the only small suite for $25 a night no tax. We couldn’t pull our RV over and camp for that. To thank BP I was letting him play with my tits and see my pussy more and more. Denny said it went from $65 or more slowly down to around $45 the more I let BP do. That was for a very small room.
When telling these stories or writing them it sounds like I’m a wh*r* receiving money or gifts. We even got our motel room because of my body. Whether it’s drinks, lunch, or a new car, most of us are receiving gifts in exchange for sex of some sort.
We even had our own key and didn’t need to call ahead anymore. The suite was rarely used and then it was only BP’s relatives. Each time we stayed at his motel for old car events, bike events, and the many times we went over to spent several days to a week at the closest nude beach, Denny, Dale, or BP begged to see and feel more and more. Intercourse was often mentioned by all of them. At home and while driving the 150 miles over there Denny would often beg me to let one of them fuck me. That’s mostly what they talked about at home on the phone. My answers were always NO!


We never did meet both at once. We’ve known BP and Dale at least 18 years or more now. As I got used to it and they all talked me into it, I was wearing clothes to visit that left my pussy and tits pretty much exposed. By then I knew I was going to get finger fucked for hours at a time by each when we visited. Yes, I complained. But still I dressed that way!
Since we stayed at BP’s motel or the clothing optional biker camp nearby BP was usually the first to finger me when over there. It was several years before Dale knew he was getting sloppy seconds finger fucking me. It was normal for each to play with my pussy more than two hours, taking breaks as I’d jack one of them off and they’d fondle my tits. Remember, we only met one at a time.
Way before I finally gave in to them masturbating me they and lots of others begged to fuck me. I nearly gave in many times but never did. Sometimes Denny didn’t know how close I came to begging to be fucked by others. I knew it would be okay because Denny would beg me to do it to them even more often than they asked. I don’t know how I didn’t do it or how any of them didn’t just fuck me. They knew if they’d fucked me we’d never come back to see them. Now that I look back, I’m sure I’d gone back for more.
There were times when while taking a break from fingering and fondling that Denny would fuck me while one of them got down close and watched. Denny would long stroke me like back when my girlfriends watched just so the guys could see my pussy spread and his cock ramming in and out. BP or Dale didn’t seem to mind finger fucking me again with my pussy full of Denny’s semen. Actually this part had been Denny’s original fantasy, to fuck me after someone else fingered me or fucked me. At least he got close to his dream when my pussy was wet from all of that masturbation.

I often mention that men get down very close and stare into my spread pussy. This was another of Denny’s fantasy ideas. It was another of those games we played long ago and I became too embarrassed to play when older. For some reason I began enjoying it again and sometimes even I asked men to look closely at my pink wide spread pussy. If they didn’t spread it I’d open it wide with my fingers to get them to look. We noticed this embarrassed them so I got thrilled doing it. I’d have orgasms while they watched the juices flowing out. Nasty!