[Exhibitionist] CLOSET CLEANING

[ModelT-MsDollie]

DOLLIE’S FAMILY
----Only months before, I was a shy sex deprived 18 year old virgin boy with an uncircumcised prick, dreaming of my first piece of tail. I had a secret of my own. When I masturbated, it hurt my four-skin. I feared ripping it off and bleeding to death. I was also confused about my larger cock. Boys teased me about it. These facts are in another story, and yet others remain to be told. Watch for DONKEY DONG at bookstores near you!
As John Wayne once said in a movie..."ain't braggin son if it's fact."
----This story was to be titled DOLLIES BED. But I felt still more boring facts remained to be told. What a strange family! With the above mentioned facts, and my recent taste of intercourse, I was now addicted to getting all of it that this young boy could get. And I was getting it from little ---- Dollie. At this time I was living with my Mom’s parents, my grandparents. They thought young girls were evil and didn’t want their grandson messin with them. They seemed to know everyone around town.
----A good friend of theirs lived near Dollie’s parents. He told my family that her family were low life scum living like trash. He was sort of right! This made dating Dollie tricky. I wasn’t supposed to go to her house or my car would be taken away. I needed my car to get to school and back and to the grocery store where I worked at that time. After being grounded numerous times grandma gave up. Keeping me away from that young pussy was hopeless. So repeated warnings about going to hell and becoming a daddy were told. Yep grandma was right! Hell, I thought this sex thing was Heaven and I was pulling it out or wearing a rubber. No way Dollie was gonna get pregnant!
----Her family lived in two small mobile homes hooked together side by side with a doorway cut out between them. The front mobile home had a small attached entrance with a closed in porch. Next was a kitchen with mom and dad’s bedroom at the far end. None of the interior rooms had doors. Only blankets hanging down. A tiny bathroom was also in this first trailer. I think it had a crude door. The rear mobile home had two small bedrooms and a few closets. All beds were homemade and built against walls. There was only one side to get into them. The boys slept together in a small room with several beds. Dollie and Janie shared a small double bed in a corner of their tiny room. The story DOLLIES BED to follow.
-----MORE FACTS. First, ages: I’m guessing here. Dollies’ parents were in their mid 40’s. Oldest brother Glen about 27. Probably Doris next around 25. Bob 23. I’m going by our ages, me 18 and Dollie **. Brother Doug 14, Janie 13, Rodger 10, and Paulie maybe 8. In between were several miscarriages and unexplained young deaths. A picture is worth a thousand words but I ain’t got the pictures!
----Dollie’s two older brothers, Glen and Bob were neither around home much. Both were truck drivers. I never saw Glen more than a half dozen times in his life. He seemed to be the decent, clean, polite one. Glen married young and moved to Missouri. I’m thinking sister Doris was second oldest. You already know her story. She was only home for occasional monthly visits.
----Big brother number two was Bob. Blacksheep of da family. Bob was my idol even though we hated each other. Bob was also a trucker. Bob drove locally and was married to a cute young biker babe. Oh yea, Bob was also a biker. He looked the part and was one of those guys who was always in trouble with the law and the neighbors. Whatever wasn’t nailed down Bob stole, including Dollie’s jewelry after we married. Bob was always shoving me around. Once he rammed my Austin Healey Sprite with his pickup while we were parked at the A & W Root beer stand. Only a small scratch. Went to police station and they just laughed. Bob was holdin a can of beer while standin in the police station! I still remember “ It’s family. We don’t mess with family matters.”
----Only good thing I remember about brother Bob was seein my first tit flashin. One of the rare times the whole family went on a picnic. We went about 60 miles to a park with a large lake. Most of us couples were out on paddleboats. Some of us wore speedos and the girls wore regular bikinis. Nothin skimpy. Bob’s wife wore the only real bikini. First gal I remember with tattoos. Some other boys had been staring at her nice boobies from other paddleboats. Don’t know if was Bob’s idea or his wife’s but she flashed several groups of other young men. This was before Dollie had ever done it. The most Dollie had showed her titties at this time was that getting caught at the drive-inn movie as I fondled her boobies. So this tit flashin thing was new to me. Several years late big brother Glen got Bob on with the truckin company he worked for in Missouri. Bob moved away and stopped only occasionally when truckin thru.
----Doug was a firebug and gas sniffer. Not a good combination. Momma was always puttin out small fires or hiding the gas can from Dougie. Remember, Doug was the kid who set the Minnesota cornfield and sister Janie on fire. Sister Janie, few years younger than Dollie, spent much time in Chicago at a famous burn center. She went thru hell. Later, after Dollie and I married Janie married. For some reason she separated from her husband for awhile. Along with the some of Dollie's other ex-school girlfriends, Janie moved in with us for a short time…. Short time equaled nearly a year till we kicked her out. Told her to go back to her husband. She did. Only one girl actually lived there at a time but several seemed to hang out.
----But back to the early days. This left Rodger and little Paulie. They were usually outside getting in trouble. Rodger was always havin sex with a few other neighborhood------BOYS! It was so bad the neighbors often called the cops. This was in the County. If the County deputies did come out all they did was warn Rodger, the other boys, and Dollie’s mother. Mom spent a lot of time chasin Rodger and little Earl around with a bucket of cold water or a stick. After awhile Earl and Rodger did their butt-fuckin out behind the mobile home or in the small wood shed. All of this was new to this sheltered little white boy.
----Paulie chased the neighbor dogs and threw rocks at my Dodge! ----Daddy W--- knew how much I loved my car and he’d tell Rodger and Paulie to throw rocks at it if I parked in the driveway. Eventually I parked down the street, or gave them candy to stop throwing stones. Remember, someplace I wrote this was a strange family! A lot of strange shit just for some pussy! When I wasn’t working or in school, I’d be at Dollie’s house, or taking a ride out to a secluded spot to fuck. Now you know where ideas for movies come from!
---Time and money were short. So we had a plan. _____________Next Dollie's Bed.

[ModelT-MsDollie]

TRAINING DOLLIE & DENNY #10 DOLLIE'S BED.
----Try makin payments on a seven year old car, car insurance, gas, oil, dating, and other needs of a teenaged boy on 50 cents an hour part time today. With little spare time and less money we only went to the drive-inn movies, for short rides, often in the country to have sex, and walks along the river or the city park. But we discovered a better place to have intercourse, Dollie’s bed. One Saturday afternoon dad was at work and mom was out entertaining a neighbor man or two. The boys were playing someplace and little Janie was in the Chicago burn center. Dollie and I were just hangin around the house making plans to go out someplace…..to have sex. By this time in our relationship that’s all we had on our minds.
----I didn’t care for Dollie’s family or way of life. I was ashamed of how she lived. But this was my first chance to fuck and play with young titties. Even though Dollie first dressed like a redneck backwoods hillbilly, she now dressed nicer and was always neat and clean. Besides, she fucked like a rabbit in heat! We went into Dollie’s bedroom for something. Probably for her to change into something sexy so we could go out. I remember sitting on the edge of the bed. Lovemaking, then hot and heavy sex followed. We did this as often as we could when alone.
---Then one day Ooops! We became Dollie’s mom and dad! Her brothers, weird Earl, and some other kids were starin in the bedroom window as we were buck naked and goin at it hot and heavy. Too late to stop, I was cumin! As always, I pulled it out and shot between Dollie’s legs, all over the sheet. Wasn't about to wear a rubber yet wasn't about to get her pregnant. Didn't say I was the smartest kid in town. The boys yelled, laughed, and screamed. They told mommy when she got home.
--- Mommy began asking us about our sex life together. She seemed to approve and was happy that her second little girl was no longer a virgin. Mom didn’t know Dollie lost her virginity many years ago when ra---ed. When asking about where we go to fuck, mommy suggested we just do it right there in Dollie’s bed. It was handy and safer. As long as dad didn’t find out there was no problem. I liked Dollie's mommy!
----With this family, dad never knew anything that went on. He worked, he fucked mom, he ate, watched a little TV, fucked again, and slept. On weekends daddy W went to small auctions where he bought junk and the clothes for the family. That’s where those granny clothes came from. He’d load up on a box full of assorted clothing for the boys and girls for a dollar or two.
----Most of the time the young boys were terrorizing the neighbors, starting fires, butt fucking, or torturing dogs. Mom was playing with the firemen or other neighbors. Janie was gone for months at a time for skin grafts and other surgery. That left a lot of time for Dollie and I to play around and fuck. We got caught by mommy so many times we just began doing it while she was home fucking daddy or watchin TV. Found out we could fuck some more after Dollie’s dad went to bed. He turned in before dark. I wasn't brought up this way but the sex made it worth the embarresment.
----To keep the kids from watchin, Dollie put up a curtain on the lone window. Most of the time Mom W kept the boys from peekin around the blanket hangin in the doorway. Her brothers soon lost interest in watching their sister get fucked. They could always watch mom and dad in their room. Or watch mom with some of her lovers.
---- Mommy got more and more curious about how little Dollie was passing her time with me. At first mommy just stood with the door curtain pulled aside, talking as we fucked. Dollie and I were usually dressed and under a blanket. As warmer weather approached, we began stripping down naked. We’d laying under a blanket if anyone was in the house. Nothing like watching a naked girl as you fuck her. This was something we rarely got to do before. Fucking in my car or on a picnic table required clothing for fast getaways.
----Mother W seemed to be watching us fuck more often. Like a little kid sneakin to do something she shouldn’t, Mommy gradually ended up in the bedroom and soon right next to the bed where we fucked. This happened a few times as Dollie, in a panic, begged mommy to get out of the bedroom. Mommy would only laugh and tell us being watched made the sex more exciting. Yea, maybe so, but not with your girlfriend’s mother watching!
----We did our best to stop if mother W came home. We quit doing it if she was in the house. But sometimes we couldn’t resist a quickie and ended up getting caught by Mrs. W. I remember Dollie and I being naked in her bed in midsummer. No blankets and sweat runnin off my balls from hot sex. I was hittin that pussy with long deep strokes when mommy W walked in. She saw my cock as I pulled back to shove it back into Dollie’s juicy c*nt. Mommy screamed something about me killing her baby girl with that thing. Dollie was screamin and yelling, beggin me to shove it deeper. Mother W stood there watching then sat right beside us as I dropped up and down onto Dollie’s naked body. I was a fast learner.
----Then it happened. As I said, I usually pulled my cock out when I ejaculate. The shock of mommy watching my cock penetrating her daughter, her screams, and Dollie’s were more than this young horny boy could handle. I pumped that pussy full of semen! Dollie quivered and moaned. Mother W--- knew what happened. She said you’re going to get my baby pregnant!
---Mother W spanked my bare ass and giggled. This did not help matters. I’ll swear I shot another big load into Dollie. Seems like hours before I asked mother W for a towel or some rags to clean up my mess. Okay it was minutes! Laughing, she went to the bathroom, came back with several warm wet towels and some dry ones. Dollie and I were covered with a bed sheet, trying not to get jazz on it or the bottom sheet. There was gooey cum everywhere!
----We both begged mother W to please leave so we could clean up our mess. She insisted on helping. Do you have any idea how embarrassing it is to have your future mother-in-law holding your limp dick and wiping semen from it and your belly? We all lived through this and it was repeated many other times. Hell, I almost got used to it.
----Mother W began hitting on me, even when Dollie was near. She wanted some of my young cock. Not being a bad lookin middle aged woman, with a great pair of legs and tits, I came so close to surrendering to her wishes many times. If only I didn’t plan on the possibility of marrying her daughter someday!
----Little sister Janie returned from Chicago. Now Dollie had to share the bed again. Janie slept on the backside, against the wall. No one was home one weekend evening and I was doin what I enjoyed, makin love to little Dollie. We’d fuck, I’d shoot a big wad on the bed sheets, we’d fuck and do it again, and again. Sometimes we’d take a break and have something to eat. Then back to Dollie’s bed to fuck and to ejaculate some more. I seemed to make semen by the gallon. Oh to be eighteen again!
----Oh shit. Forgot Dollie was sharing her bed with sister Janie again. Janie was often complaining to mom about some gooey yellow stuff all over the bed sheets. One early evening Dollie and I were naked, layin in her bed fucking when Janie decided she wanted to come in the house and go to sleep early. “Mommy get Janie out of here. We’re busy!” Janie had seem mommy and daddy fucking many times. She knew what we were doing.
----Janie was the kind of girl who did what Janie wanted to do. She was bullheaded. Janie wanted to go to bed---now---and Janie did. I was on top of Dollie and had stopped moving. We grabbed a light blanket and covered up part way. Mistake, it was Janie’s favorite blankie. She yanked it off us then crawled over me to get on the backside of the bed. Dollie was hot and wasn’t finished fucking yet. She begged her mom to get Janie out of the bed and the bedroom. Mom’s words were something like “she’s seen people have sex before. Just do what you need to do.” Or words to that effect. So we did!
----This time I wasn’t planning on going too far. I didn’t want to ejaculate and have to clean up a big mess with that brat in the same bed. But, as often happens, man, or boy, has no control on his bodily functions when woman and sex is involved! I pulled it out just in time to make a large puddle all over the sheet. Ended up using the sheet to clean up my mess. Like a little puppy dog, I tucked my tail between my legs and jumped into my clothes. Dollie got dressed and we went out into the kitchen where mother W fixed us a snack and questioned our performance. While sitting there Janie began screaming about the sheets being sticky and wet. How did that happen, Dollie asked? Glad daddy W was a sound sleeper. This bedroom fun continued for most of a year. Janie was in and out of the burn center so we had Dollie’s bed to ourselves much of the time. We tried to not make any more messes while Janie slept in the bed. But sometimes I just couldn’t help myself.
---I graduated high school, got a decent job, we married, and didn’t need Dollie’s bed anymore. Ironically, for many years, Dollie’s new bed was shared with several other assorted young girlfriends, sister Janie for nearly a year, and me! Yes, we slept on soiled sheets quite often!

[ModelT-MsDollie]

DONKEY DONG or ELEPHANT BOY.

Hopefully this story will slide through the rules. After all, we all were young once.
---First off, I don't want to appear to be braggin. My penis was not 10" long. It was more like 9- 7/8ths. As you all know, at the time of ejaculation, cocks swell so it may have exceeded the 10" mark briefly. Perhaps that's why Dollie screamed and moaned a lot and said it hurt! Being completely honest, after heart failure and now on BP meds it is no longer near that long or remains usable. Old age is hell! But we have the memories.
---Believe me, my penis was a problem way before I met Dollie. Early on, I thought nothing of the size of my prick. I knew it was larger than my little brother's and the neighbor boys. We played outside a lot. Behind garages and trees was where we peed. Not till middle school did I find I was a freak. While peeing at the latrines in the boys bathroom and in the gym classes, others started calling me and Fruity Rudy names. Fruity Rudy wasn't playing with a full deck. You know, he was a few bricks short of a full load! I'm sure you know how those nicknames worked when you were in school or at work. I was called Skinny Denny because I was tall and thin. Rudy was mentally challenged so he got the name Fruity Rudy. Hell, he didn't mind.
---When Rudy peed at the latrine he dropped his pants to his knees. At this time he and I probably had 8", give or take a little. Looking at other boys was not the normal thing I did. But there were times it couldn't be avoided. I'd get up close to the pee stall and try to just stick the end of my uncircumcised prick out of my zipper. But once a boy saw my prick, the teasing began. "There's donkey dick again. Here comes horse cock or elephant boy." Making matters worse they teased me because my prick actually looked like an elephant's trunk with the foreskin hangin down. I wrote in other stories the fear I had about having intercourse and ripping the foreskin off. This was part of the reason I had never screwed until I met Dollie.
---In middle school my buddy Larry S--- sat next to me in class. Most of the girls wore mini skirts, up to their butts when sitting, and sat with their legs crossed. They loved to do that leg shaking thing. I was told there were several reasons for this. One to catch the eye of horny little boys. Yep, that one worked! Another was because it made them have orgasms as it massaged their little c*nts. Still not sure about this. I do know lookin at those pretty little legs caused us boys to come close to orgasms of our own.
---Sexy Sandie sat across from us. Sexy Sandie liked wearing a mini skirt and sitting with her knees apart. Sadly sweet slender Sexy Sandie always wore little sexy satin shiny panties. But lookin at sweet slender Sexy Sandie’s silky smooth narrow crotch was a thrill for teenaged boys.-----------(Say this fast.)
---ne day in class, Larry S whispered for me to look at his jeans. Larry had what appeared to be a small sausage in his pants. I knew that feeling too. I told Larry to look at my pants! He seemed shocked when he saw a bigger sausage. Damned, the teacher heard us talkin and saw both sausages! We had to stay after school. Now Ms Jones wasn’t more than a kid herself. Maybe early twenties. For an old woman school teacher she was hot! Ms Jones wore high heeled shoes and often mini skirts. Her blouses were not low but often scooped enough that when bending over a desk her bobbies showed. Yea, I had many erections from lookin and dreamin about teacher Jones.
--- Larry S and I were lookin forward to staying after school with Ms Jones. I don’t know about Larry, but I already had a hard-on thinking about her, as we went into her classroom. Ms Jones was sittin on the edge of her desk, skirt up high, legs crossed and doin that leg shaken thing. She saw Larry and I starin at her legs. She saw our erections! Ms Jones proceeded chewing us out for disturbing the class and embarrassing the little girls. What could we do except apologize? She was smiling all this time and lookin at my crotch. That didn’t help my problem. After telling Larry to try to control his feelings, she let him leave.
--- But I was in for more punishment. Ms Jones wanted to know why she’d been hearing some of the boys calling me strange names. I played dumb--- dumber. Told Ms Jones I had no idea what she was talkin about. This happened many years ago so I really don’t remember much about what was said. I just know Ms Jones laughed and smiled a lot, then told me to also try to control my masculine feelings. I do remember saying something about this being difficult when she and those girls were lookin so darned pretty! I got all “A’s” and passed that class.
--- Got in the same trouble with the Art teacher, Ms Lovely. She did wear lower blouses. I often asked for help with my artwork just so Ms Lovely would come to my desk and help me. It was very difficult watching her draw while looking at those two big brown boobies oozing out of her top. Ms Lovely also made me stay after school, a lot, because I was making the female classmates giggle and stare at me. Again, I played dumb---okay dumber. I made her explain what I was doing to cause the trouble. I had to stay after even more in Art class after that.
---Ms Lovely knew I was lookin at her boobies rolling out of her tops. And Ms lovely knew that was causing the erection in my jeans. Ms lovely was also quite young for a middle school teacher. No wonder I loved school! I remember her accidentally rubbing my crotch, as she’d lean over to help me with my drawings after school. This being called Donkey Dong wasn’t such a bad thing. Ms Lovely was worried about my health.
---One day she sent me to the school nurse, Ms Peggy. The kids called her Ms Piggy because she was five feet tall and five feet around! And with her fat cheeks and pug nose--she did look like a pig. No, we didn’t call her that to her face. Actually Ms Piggy was nice, the few times I’d previously been in the nurses office. Before this the last complete physical I got was from the family doctor when starting grade school. I guess I was normal then. But this was different. Ms Lovely wanted Ms Peggy to check my penis to make sure there was nothing seriously wrong with me. What was written on the nurses pass and what I was told by Ms Lovely was I would get a complete physical. But there were hints of what was gonna happen when I got in the nurses office.
---Thinkin back, I don’t think this was legal or proper. But things were different in my younger days. I was also told not to mention any of this to anyone. My own mommy hadn’t seen my penis since I was very young. No other feminine type person had seen it till now. I was embarrassed and scared. But Ms Lovely told me it would be okay. I took the nurses pass that Ms lovely had given me and went to the nurses station. Ms Peggy was smiling like I’ve never seen before. She locked the office door, like I’ve never seen before. She had me remove my shirt, after weighing me and checking my height and vital signs. Ms Peggy began asking me about why some of the boys and girls, yes girls now, were calling me those funny names.
---She knew why they called Fruity Rudy names. Fruity Rudy was one of those kids who spent a lot of time in the nurses office for no real reasons. But why were they calling me donkey dong and elephant boy?
Continue with Nurse Piggy!

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[ModelT-MsDollie]

Ms PIGGY, Training someone #12

---Back in Ms Peggy, the Middle School nurses office for a complete physical. Had my vital signs checked and removed my shirt. Now I was being questioned by nurse Peggy about why kids were calling me horse cock, elephant boy, donkey dong, and other strange names. “We’d better have a look at your penis, Denny. There may be something seriously wrong. Remove your jeans and your underwear.”
--- There were a number of reasons why I don’t think I had an erection at this time. Ms Piggy was far from cute. She was older than my mother. I was nervous, shy, embarrassed, and scared half to death. But I usually did what my teachers and older people told me. I dropped my pants. Okay, I didn’t drop my fruit-of-the-looms immediately! Ms Peggy assured me it was all right and coaxed me to just remove my undies. There it was, in all it’s glory, my soft penis. All right, it wasn’t a donkey dong at the time. But was still pretty darned impressive for a kid.
Keep in mind this now seems like it was a lifetime away. These words and facts are the best I can recall.
---Ms Peggy was seated on a small stool on wheels. She rolled up close and began her visual inspection. She did agree that it could be mistaken for a small elephant’s trunk, comparing it to other boys my age. But assured me it was not too large. She then rubbed it and began wiggling it around. My penis came to life. It soon was stickin straight out, hard as a rock. Ms Peggy changed her diagnosis. Now she said it did appear more like what the others were calling it. Ms Peggy stroked it a few times and said she’d better get Ms lovely. Something about having a witness in case someone complained. This was all new to me. I wasn’t complainin!
---Ms Peggy had me sit up on the bed and placed a towel over me. She left, locking the door behind her. In a few minutes she knocked and told me she was returning with Ms lovely. Both entered and locked the door again. Ms lovely was smiling and said she’d heard I was in perfect health. To prove it, my pecker was standing at attention beneath that terrycloth towel! One of them removed the towel. Again many years blur what happened. I do remember being masturbated by one, or both women. Ms lovely for sure. It was done briefly and gently so I never yet learned if this was hazardous for my uncircumcised penis. Thinking back, that would have been the perfect time to ask about my foreskin. But, I don't think I was even thinking about using it for intercourse at that tender age. Ms Lovely took me back to the nurses station several more times for follow up exams that year. I also passed that class with an “A+” .
--- I got in trouble with other teachers, some men. They didn’t seem as friendly about having a hard-on in their classes. But they did understand. Pretty much the same things about the name calling followed me to high school. But there, there were several other well endowed boys. I learned to take my gym showers last or keep out of view as much as possible when naked. I held books or papers in front of my crotch when standing in class to speak or when I needed a shield to cover the banana in my pants when lookin at pretty girls while seated. This is also where some of the girls began buggin me about dating. Without a car till my Junior year, the few dates I went on were just hand holding and the local movie theater.
---After getting my first set of wheels and numerous dates set up by my brother’s girlfriend, having my cock rubbed through my jeans was as far as those dates went. They were either in my classes or I was friends with their brothers. I didn’t think either of these were worth the risk of being beat up or further embarrassment.
Remember, I was afraid of ripping my foreskin off and bleeding to death. It wan't easy being different!

[ModelT-MsDollie]

SINCE WE ARE NEW HERE I HAVE NO IDEA WHETHER I'M DOING THESE STORIES RIGHT OR NOT.
So far I've stayed out of trouble with the administrators but they may be asleep or having sex with each other. Dollie thinks that big black gorilla is cute. I will add the following and one more story here. If I don't hear anything I will start CLOSET CLEANING #2 because I feel too many stories may end up just being buried.

TIT FUCK GAMES
---This topic will tell about a few of Dollie's old tit fuck games having fun with special partners and temporary new friends. Hopefully I will also have newer games to report as time passes. After trying to keep score 50+ years ago we gave up how many 1000 times her boobs have been fondled and fucked. Keep in mind we didn't play every year or every time we went away. But we sure tried.
---Together we played this game as far back as our dating in the back seat of my 1949 Dodge. Pre-intercourse and reasonably safe. Having several girls living with us off and on for over five years after marriage I was fortunate to have many tit fuck game partners. Dollie and all the girls had much smaller firmer breasts then. I was more rubbing the tops of their boobs than slipping between them. I usuallly ejaculated in their face and their mouths. They all loved it then.
---These games continued until our middle 20's and stopped because of a growing family and Dollie's worry about ejaculating in her face. For some reason semen began discusting her. These tit fuck games began again in her 40's when we began meeting other kinky wild people. At that time Dollie made a rule "no cumming on my face." These games didn't last long for some reason. As many know, Dollie has never ever had intercourse or oral sex with another man. Hard to believe but true. Since our games have gotten very close to that without her giving in, we re-created another way for partners to be satisfied.
---It wasn't until I retired to Florida after 1994 that tit fucking was again a fun pastime with others. But then it was rare and the same fear of getting semen on her face remained. At bike events Dollie was talked into doing this with bikers, sometimes one after the other, as many watched. Being an exhibitionist she enjoyed herself. Before it was only me or one other person.
---Fast forward to August 2013. Perhaps age and seeing friends dieing off gave Dollie reason to start getting tit fucked again. Perhaps it was me and a friend begging Dollie to once again tit fuck or fuck him. She chose to tit fuck friend Dale rather than fuck him. Dale had been masturbating Dollie for years, often on the nude beach. That meeting only lasted an hour or so .
---Amazingly she loved it like she did as a teenager! She even let Dale ejaculate between her boobs. Yes, she made it clear to him not to shoot any on her face or in her mouth. Bigger boobs make actually fucking them possible when she or someone else holds them firmly together! Dale did good! Dollie did good!
---How long and how often we will play this game again, no one knows. This post will contain a few old tit fuck stories and those yet to happen. We are scheduled to meet Dale, and possible another friend later if we have time, in less than two weeks for a weekend of masturbation and tit fucking. A threesome sort of thing like we've done for over 15 years without the tit fucking. Back then it was only fondling and fingering. I'm sure this upcoming weekend will determine future games.
-------WTF am I talking about? Here's a sample. I will add more as the games are written. There will be no cameras or video of our real games. I already destroyed video and photos of games of the past. Tomorrow I may not be here and we don't want family finding things like this.
--- It often takes team work and doesn't take the man long to ejaculate. Trusting him to control where he shoots it is important. Just like intecourse either one or both can do the tit fucking . These games can be played with either partner standing, sitting, or laying down in various positions. Also other partners can be forming still other sex acts with the woman at the same time. For women afraid of getting pregnant or not liking regular intercourse, this is a great alternative. You haven't fucked until you've tit fucked.

-------------------Sample only.

[ModelT-MsDollie]

First time tit fuck

---The details may not be exact. I repeat a lot because some people jump around and start later stories.
--------This happened in 195-. I was 20 and Dollie 18. It was most likely on our third or fourth date. Maybe even later. We had always gone to the Drive-inn movie theater for dates from the start. My first car was a 1949 Dodge Coronet coupe. I wanted a 49 Ford or Mercury V-8. But lived with my grandparents, my aunt and uncle was next door. He knew what kids did with V8’s. So it was a Dodge six. This was a short roofed long trunk body style, yet had a back seat. Sure beat riding a bicycle.
(A story telling of how we met and how our games began is here in the Closet. Read it. At this time of our lives we think it was amazing. My younger brother and his girlfriend set us up. But a force beyond that brought us together. This story is only about our first tit fucking games which came later.)

----Discovered in only a few dates that Dollie loved playing with my penis. Shortly before that she discovered I loved fondling her boobs. In fact my boob playing created attention to my always erect penis, poking against my tight jeans. Those tits were nice for her age. After all Dollie was a skinny girl and up till our dates wore no bra and very sloppy blouses.
---No one at school even noticed she had tits. I didn’t expect what I was soon to discover under that loose blouse. But, on those early dates, Dollie was wearing a bra. Her mother made Dollie wear one of hers to keep me away from those boobs. Dollie’s mother is a story in it’s self. Her big sister and mommy were apparently what influenced Dollie into liking pricks. Still can’t believe she didn’t copy their whoring around. But she had a secret reason. I only had one real girlfriend up till then. I had taken several other high school girls to the drive-in but never even touched them. Just wasn’t turned on and being friends with many of their brothers, I was afraid to.
---Dollie and I both turned down dates to go to the show together. My girlfriend Patty loved letting me fondle her tits through her blouses. This first date was gonna be my first time to feel real bare titties. Patty and I were both 18 when we met and spent lots of time riding our bikes to the park where we’d rub and feel each other. But the park was not a safe place to see and feel each other exposed. I turned down a sure thing feeling Pattys big boobies to date what I thought was a flat chested hillbilly. This made no sense.
---And Dollie was gonna date the same guy, 10 years older, who r---ped her many times when she was young, while her sister and her husband held Dollie down. Somehow, over time, they met again and she forgave him. All of this is in a detailed story here. No, it made no sense to date that little girl dressed in oversized hand-me-down auction bought clothes. The same things happened as with the other girls. We each sat close to the opposite car door and watched the movies. And I swore I would never take her on another date!
----A few weeks later I agreed to take Dollie to the drive-inn movie again. She’d talked to other girls at school and listened. I didn’t know it until later, she’d removed her mom’s bra before leaving her house. She was also wearing a tight angora sweater which was typical in the late 50’s. Now she wore a reasonably short skirt too! Unbenounced to me Dollie pulled it up mini skirt style as she got in my car. When she slid in the skirt was nearly to her crotch, her left hip exposed. Yes, she was skinny and those long lean legs caught my attention.
----We stopped and bought snacks and soda then headed to the drive-in movie. I parked with the speaker on the passenger side so we could get in and out on the driver side. I hung the speaker from the passenger side front door window. The speaker was too loud so Dollie slid over to the center of the front bench seat. I have no idea why but I slid over toward the center too. I think I used the excuse the steering wheel was in my way.
----Next thing I remember is putting my arm around her and a hand “accidentally” on her bare leg. Nature stepped in. My penis grew full size, my jeans bulged, and somehow my hand ended up under that tight blouse. NO BRA ? And Dollie had titties! I sort of remember that she told me it was okay to lift her sweater and fondle them. Anyway I did!
---Probably much later during the movie Dollie was rubbing the bulge in my jeans. Since she was nice enough to let me pull her titties out I was about to tell her she could pull my penis out. But somehow she slid her hand down the top of my jeans and was rubbing my thing. This was awkward and uncomfortable for both of us. So I told Dollie she could unhook my jeans and pull it out if she liked. She liked and did!
---These tittie and cock fondling games continued for each date after that. I didn’t hesitate asking Dollie to go to the movies anymore. I’m guessing we discussed intercourse and she told me about the guy who ****d her, saying she was afraid to try it because back then it hurt very much. I explained that years had passed, she had grown up, and maybe my penis was smaller.
----Eighteen years old, my younger brother already fucking his girlfriend and another girl, and the most I’d done is masturbate. Dollie knew about her girlfriends fucking regularly. It’s something girls and boys talk about. Dollie masturbating me by now and me working on those tits all through the movies, I was really wanting to fuck! Somehow I ended up rubbing my erect prick on her titties while in the back seat of my Dodge. And somehow I tit fucked Dollie and ejaculated all over her boobs and her face. Amazingly she loved it and tit fucking became a big part of our nite at the movies. I remember having a lot of sticky shop towels and Kleenex back then.

It's always fun to let the woman do all the work. You know she's lovin it too!
Wearing a bra, bikini top, or halter top lets them tit fuck no handed and you can ejaculate in the cup to keep from making a mess in your car or wherever you are.
Again, this is a game that can be done outside or anyplace you want to do a quickie without the woman removing everything. We've found this great camping, at a bike event, or regular beach with a stranger when others are not near.
I have at least two more tit fuck stories I can throw in here.

[ModelT-MsDollie]

Our latest Tit Fuck Game.
A repeat of things I wrote at the beginning of this new Topic and more.
---Recently Dollie and I talked about our old Tit Fucking games and how we both enjoyed it with other partners. I take too many meds and after my heart failure I can not keep an erection. Just because I can’t fuck her or tit fuck her is no reason Dollie should do without. Tit Fucking is our way of letting someone use their penis without actual intercourse. It had been many years since the last time she let anyone do it. Her biggest complaint was “ they’ll cum on my face and in my mouth.“ We’d discussed this many times before too. I told her that if you keep your mouth shut that part is no problem. And we will explain to anyone that they better aim their cock away from you or keep it tightly between your tits when they ejaculate. At least she was listening and commenting about this again.
----This was a topic of discussion while on a recent vacation. I was hoping Dollie would agree and we’d find an old friend or a willing stranger while in Illinois. No such luck. After we returned home she seemed slightly willing to meet or old friends near Daytona. I e-mailed Dale last week. Dale was glad to hear from us and had missed our games with him. You could say he was eager to meet to play this tit fuck thing.
---Dale lives over 150 miles away and neither of us wanted to drive that far. We met about half way and Dale got a cheap motel room for $40. We were only there a few hours. He had to get back home before his wife got off work. Dollie just hates it that these guys are sneaking around on their wives. But it’s this sneaking part that gives us control over what happens. Mess up once and Dollie would tell Dale’s wife when we met her again. Ogver fifteen years and Dale hasn't messed up yet!
----Since Dale and Dollie already knew the plans everything went well. It all started out with a quick tit fondling and then maybe a 30 minute fingerfuck. Dale's been begging to fuck Dollie for most of the 15 years we've known him. He would finally get his wish----sort of! Dollie jacked him off only a few minutes until Dale started draining. Then it was time to tit fuck her. All normal games we’d played with Dale for over 15 years except Dale tit fucking Dollie. It’s been over three years since we did any of this with him. Just no time. The plan was to make Dollie hot first, then tit fuck her. It worked.
--- Dollie made another of my fantasy dreams come true again. This time she loved the hot semen on her tits and giggled. That’s what I wanted to see and hear. She even helped Dale spread all that gooey jazz around on her tits then wash it off together. Dollie told Dale she loved it and it was her who did most of the planning for another meeting at Dale’s house in a few weeks. With luck we’ll also get to visit our old friend BP. Never know what fun games may happen then.
-----I’d really rather find some stranger to only tit fuck Dollie. No masturbation. And no one I know on these internet sites. Well maybe this one now! A complete stranger like we often did on vacations and at bike events. Meet only once, have fun, and never see them again.
Dale kept his prick between Dollie's tits and shot there, not above them. But Dale shoots way more than anyone we've ever seen so Dollie got a full wad. If that didn't bother her nothing will!

[ModelT-MsDollie]

--MARTHA AND SAM RETURN
This is an older couple we met at a local produce stand and sort of became friends.There will be stories about them later how we met and what we did. But the following goes along with these tit fuck games so here it is.
--- You thought that was gonna be the latest tit fuck game didn’t you? Well our local swappin partner friends Sam and Martha just stopped in to see how we’ve been. This is the couple we do everything with except intercourse. Martha has nice tits for an older woman and loves her pussy finger fucked. But it’s been some time since we’ve had time to get together. What a way to spend a few hours on Labor Day!
---Martha is so much like Dollie. In fact, she stood there on our back porch wearing a very tiny blouse and a mini skirt barely below her butt cheeks. In no time, Martha was lifting it and teasing me, showing her smooth pussy and her bare ass. After they came inside, we caught up on discussing games we’ve all played and times we fondled each other’s wives. They couldn’t believe we haven’t been playing games with anyone, camping, or going out.
---We did talk about our latest tit fucking game with our friend Dale. I think it was Martha who suggested we swap wives and tit fuck right then. By this time Martha had my limp dick out trying to make it grow. Dollie and I explained that it had died and no longer gets hard. Yes, it’s sad and I hate to admit it. After awhile Martha said that Sam can tit fuck Dollie then her. And I can play with their tits. So we did.
----After a short time with Dollie and Martha squeezing Dollie's boobs around Sam’s cock and him slowly fucking them, he said he was going to ejaculate. He soon pumped Dollie's cleavage full of semen then Martha spread it all over them. When Sam stopped, we just talked and fondled Martha awhile. I wasn't about to touch Dollie's cum covered titties! If it were my cum I would.
---When he felt ready, Sam tit fucked Martha. I don’t think Martha got tit fucked long. Sam shot another big wad between her tits and we all watched it oozing out. I told Martha that she has to rub it around on her boobs and let it dry. We talked, drank iced tea, and watched the semen dry on Martha and Dollie’s titties. We're retired, we have lots of spare time. After quite some time both women went into the bathroom and washed their titties off. Both Sam and I sucked and licked them all to make sure they got them clean. They said next time I have to spread the cum on Martha and Dollie's titties.
---A few hours and a lot of fun. Now that’s the way I want to play this tit fucking game.
Again Martha and Sam worked on Dollie's tits together as Sam tit fucked her. Dollies' tits are big enough that Sam's cock remained between them when he shot. Sam did cum all over and above Martha's boobs but she didn't seem to mind.

While lookig at other threads posted here I noticed some seem to go on and on. So for now I will go on with my MOTORCYCLE TALES. Yes since this CLOSET CLEANING idea began on several motorcyle forums I felt it appropriate then to write something with motorcycles in it. After all we love bikes, old cars, camping, and scenery. Oh yea boobies and pussy!

[ModelT-MsDollie]

For those of you who like motorcycles there are 15+ short stories to follow. If you don't like bikes...... tough shit.
-----Let us go way back to our earliest motorcycle adventures. Mid 60’s and 70’s. We were in our mid-20’s, just two skinny, almost innocent, kids out havin fun and experimenting with flashing games. I was convincing Dollie she needed to wear sexier clothes and show more skin. She was willing at times. Yet she didn’t want men seeing her nipples up close…or her beaver in anyway! My work was cut out for me. I still have no idea why I became so infatuated with showin her titties and ass. Most men want to keep it to themselves. But here is my excuse.

More repeat crap for members who skip around. This part has nuthin to do with motersykles so just read it anyway.
---We married young and had a wild sex life with Dollie’s girlfriends. There always seemed to be one or two living with us and several more just hangin around our small house. Wasn’t long before Dollie and the girls were playing with my tool and Dollie was showing them how to fuck, as I slept. I worked days and attempted to sleep nights. I was the young kid in a factory full of older men and women. For some reason they all had to explain to me the facts of life. Ya know, how to do it doggie fashioned, how to eat pussy, and most of all, how to get my bride to suck my cock. Back then we thought they were makin this stuff up!
--- To skip the repeat info, I ended up banging many of those young girls as Dollie watched …and sometimes didn’t watch. For some reason those young gals liked my hard cock. Surprisingly Dollie never took the offers to be fucked by the girl’s boyfriends or any of our other friends …. something I originally tried to get her to do. My reasoning was I’d get more girls and more sex. I was hungry for that stuff!
---Oh yea, Dollie was also teachin the girls how to suck my cock…as I slept ….Yea right! Somehow I did eventually sleep. Went to work many mornings tired, with a sore cock. I sure miss all of that! Moving, different job, kids, gals getting married, most of the fun came to an end after 8 or 10 years. Adding to this amazing fantasy come true, I seemed to always be lookin at Porn magazines. They just showed up. And a few very good friends were always inviting us over…or bringing X-rated movies…to our house to watch.
--- One friend was a Cop who borrowed confiscated 16MM movies they got in raids. His wife was one of the gals at the factory teaching this good boy how to go bad. The other guy was Dollie’s ex-boy friend, Donnie Davenport, who ran one of the few Porn movie houses in the County. Yep, we were supplied and watched all the latest… and many oldies of porn. Donnie hated being called Donnie but I called Donald Donnie cause I hated him. He's the guy who fucked my wife long ago.
---Also I was going to a Men’s Club several times a year with co workers for supper and Porn movie nite. This virgin sheltered white boy was soon being educated. Add to all of this, we were going to Peoria, Ill to the second rate strip clubs quite often, especially in Winters. All of this porn stuff became imbedded into my tiny misguided brain. I was soon trying to get Dollie to dress and act like a porn star. As I look back, I shoulda sued someone! That’s the American way! That’s my excuse and I’m stickin to it!
---With this background to set the scene, it's back to the motorcycle trips. We lived South of Peoria, Illinois, on the East side of the Illinois River. About 75 miles North is a State Park we enjoyed hiking in.. Starved Rock State Park, named for when Indians were trapped and starved on the flat rock outcropping, forced to jump to their death on the rocks beside the Illinois river. White man bad medicine! Lots of nice secluded trails above and below the small canyons. Most are now closed because modern man was also too stupid to stop falling over the sides when hiking. Most of them weren’t even hungry! There are two more small State Parks and some County Parks in the same area. Many, including Starved Rock, with camping. All with steep steps, metal wrought iron stairs, or trails. Great for lookin up skirts and things, we learned. See how I'm lernin ya things?
---For many years we camped with the kids or my brother and his family up there. When we found babysitters on nice weekends, we took the old Panhead Harley, a one man pup tent, $1 air mattresses, and basic supplies and rode up the river to camp different places. We weren't soft back then.
---On this trip, we were goin to Starved Rock to get kinky. Dollie was beginning to enjoy showin skin. Flashing from a distance became fun for both of us. In fact, she loved riding behind me on the Harley topless in short shorts. Since we took back roads and went through small towns, she could ride most of the time that way. I wore tankie tops and short shorts. No no helmets. We were really big time biker dudes! We made trips to Des Moines, Wisconsin Dells, Detroit, Western Indiana, and Southern Illinois that way. As far as I can remember we wore cheap tennis shoes. Lucky, we never fell down boom.
---For these earlier trips, Dollie had me create special flashin riding clothes. I obliged. If she wasn’t wearing a low blouse, bikini top, or halter type top (Much like a bikini top) She wore tube tops. Dollie had many of these.
They were some sort of knitted, thin material. Found out most were see-through in bright light. In their original design, they fit just about from her tittie tops to her waist. But since she wanted to pull them down like a belt, I cut most in half, or some one third off. These pieces didn’t go to waste. She began wearing the 1/3 tube top when riding or camping. From what I remember these pieces were barely 4” wide. Enough to cover her nipples and become a nice little belt.
---Since we were bike camping, we needed to keep our supplies to a minimum. All we had were those leather saddle bags with fringe and silver buckles. So another uncut tube top became her mini skirt. For other times, I cut a few pair of blue jean shorts super short, showing both ass cheeks and having nearly no crotch. Over time, some became nearly crotch-less. Perhaps ½ to ¼ inch, which was often pulled up inside her pussy and out of sight. It was Dollie who asked me to redesign those clothes. But they were more--- or less-- than she expected. I shoulda been a politician.
---Somehow I got her to put on one of those outfits for our bike camping trip. Griped at first. By the time we were part way to the campground she was lovin it. Going through towns and in traffic she pulled the top up. When hiking and in secluded campsites, she wore them like belts, getting caught by others occasionally. Getting caught, showing her nipples, wasn’t so bad after all. Getting compliments, Dollie was lovin the attention.
---And…..wearing those tiny crotched short shorts let her pussy show when climbing off and on the bike, or moving about. Climbing up the many wrought iron stairs at the other park, and steep hills proved interesting with guys behind us. Somehow they seemed to appear as we used the stairs, politely letting us go ahead. This also became fun. Dollie even tried this wearing micro mini skirts. Dollie wore those partial tube tops, along with a tube top for skirt, mini skirt, or narrow crotched ass showin shorts all that weekend.
---We rode, she got off and on in front of people, we climbed rocks, hiked hills and dales, and sat around along the river teasin fishermen. Each day that weekend Dollie got braver and more willing to show off. The campground was along the Illinois river bank back then. There was a nearby iron highway lift bridge into the nearest town on the other side. When tugboats with barges passed, they blew an air horn. The bridge tender honked a horn in reply, lights blinked and bells rang, as the bridge went up or down. At night, the tugs shown bright lights along the river banks. Dollie often stood flashing the men on board. It was easy to know when they saw her, many with binoculars. The horns would blow again and men would yell and whistle. Dollie loved doing this all along the river, day and night.
This was our first real flashin biker campin weekend. Can’t remember how many more there were. But each seemed more exciting than the other. Ya see, it took many to train Dollie. It wasn’t till in the late 70’s when we met some male nudists at another State Park and, just for the heck of it, got Dollie to pose for a few pictures. And the rest is history.
I cheated. This is a recent photo on son's Honda at home.

[ModelT-MsDollie]

WH**C**Y, ILLINOIS HILL CLIMB AND RALLY-

---This was our first long motorcycle trip. Probably in mid-70's. Well, for us it was long. Over 125 miles, not too far from St louis, I believe. We lived about ** miles West of Bloomington, Illinois, off I- 55. Wh** C**y was down I-55 a piece, just off the interstate. It was a hill climb event and rally. We went with a half dozen other friends and wives, two up, on our bikes. We had the ole 50' Panhead, one a Ducatti, a BSA, a Sporty, a Norton, and something else.
---Again, we camped in our tiny one man pup tents with basic supplies. It's what bikers did back then. After all, it was a rally and there were food vendors. Musta been July. It was very hot. Which was a good thing. This was our first rally and first time mingling with real bikers and biker babes. We had heard there would be nudity. But never expected that much. I was in hog heaven. Since some of our friends were---how do ya say---prim and proper, it was going to be difficult for Dollie to NOT wanna flash or go nikid. She really did try. But when big ole burley bikers kept beggin her, and their wimmin flashed me, Dollie just had to whip those little babies out....over and over. Amazing us, at least three of the other gals with us did the same. It's a rally sort of thing, I guess.
All in all I saw lots of tits and ass, got sunburned, drunk, and had fun. Coming home, North up I- 55, we all got scared to death. First, it was rainin very hard. But we were prepared....yea right. We had some of those $2 clear plastic rain outfits. They lasted maybe a mile before they ripped apart! But with the big ole blue windshield and bubble helmet---yea I was a big time biker now... the rain wasn't a problem.
We heard what sounded like a large train engine coming up behind us. The ground was shakin. Lookin back, cars, bikes, and everyone were pulling off on the shoulder. Saw a few bikes get crowded and knocked over. As the group of bikers got close, we all got over on the right shoulder and stopped.
Chicago Hells Angels.... A whole flock of them, moving at a high rate of speed filling both lanes and more. Ahead of us, we saw other bikers get crowded and kicked off the highway. Kinda made us want to shit our pants right there. Never before and never again did we see such a sight.
We made it to I 74 and headed West toward home. Wet, shook up, and full of memories of our first real bike rally.