[Exhibitionist] CLOSET CLEANING

[ModelT-MsDollie]

TODAY WAS SOMEDAY

---We had agreed to meet at the Strip club around 2 PM with Al, Slim, and Joe. Also Dollie had given Mikey the okay to be her warm up man before we went inside the Club. Yes this plan still shocked me! All Dollie would say was it's because you love watching me do these things. The Strip Club was at the edge of town in a run down residential area. The parking lot was fenced and fairly secluded. Probably not safe from theft after dark. This was pre-surveillance cameras. But good and bad, depending on what you are doing. For letting Mikey play this was good. Al, Slim, and Joe were sitting in Joe’s truck waiting. Mikey was in his truck alone. I’m thinking the Club working guys and girls were parked out front. There were only a few other cars and trucks in the lot.
---I’m picky about where I park so parked at the edge of the lot alone. Dollie had purposely worn one of her raunchiest outfits. Probably a thin low top and some sort of micro mini. But this time I remember it being too short. Her ass cheeks and crotch were already visible with the slightest movement. Dollie tried to walk in her most seductive walk over to Mikey’s truck. He’d gotten out but I yelled for him to get back in. Joe, Al, and Slim also were walking toward us. My plan was for Dollie to get in Mikey’s truck to let him work her over. I didn’t want anyone else watching. I yelled for the other three to go on in the Club and take care of the room.
--- Dollie walked around and got in the passenger side of Mikey’s truck. I was standing at the driver side looking in the door window. Dollie’s skirt was already up, so as she slid in beside Mikey it was up nearly to her waist again. The blouse was so low her boobs just slipped out. Mikey didn’t have to strip Dollie. It just happened. Mikey thanked us for coming and for inviting him. In seconds he was working on Dollie’s titties and fingerfucking her.
Mikey and the others loved spreading Dollie's pussy wide and looking inside. Something I usually tell every partner. Dollie was loving it all and screaming a little too loud. I’d told her long ago to make noises and squirm, it turns others on and makes them play more. Say you’re having orgasms even when you are not. Fake it if you have to. She always told me later she wasn’t faking it!
---Mikey had learned a lot since the first time he fingered Dollie. Don’t remember how long he worked her pussy but I guess the other young guys got worried . A couple of them came out to check. I waved them back and said it won’t be much longer. We didn't know it but they all three had waited outside the club door. Soon Dollie was yelling that she was cuming. Mikey did good! I'm sure they played enough for several more orgasms before her and I went to meet the others. If we'd left right then it would have been more than we used to expect.

[ModelT-MsDollie]

---Stripper’s Surprise.

---It’s not often when a 43 year old woman dressed like a hooker walks in a strip club with a 45 year old man and three 22 year old boys. Especially when they know the man is her husband of many years and a couple of those kids look like minors. But a quick I.D. check and we were seated. Ordered beer for everyone in our group and reminded them to make it last. Don’t want to be explaining anything to cops with Dollie lookin like that.
---Even hookers usually cover part of their tits and ass while they stand on the corner. Dollie was hardly covered. As Dollie walked into that bar room with two kids on one side and me with another on the other, all eyes were on her. We’d only been in there once earlier in the week. But already the strippers, bartender/owner and a few scudsie old guys called her by name. It’s always been neat that Dollie’s name sounds like a stage name for a stripper. Perhaps that’s where I got all my perverted game ideas. But today wasn’t really my idea. It was Dollie’s and her new baby faced lovers’ idea. She was enjoying these young playtoys for a change.
---The manager and one of the cute strippers walked over to where we were seated and welcomed us back. Both said our room was ready. Yes, the boys had paid. We drank our beers, watched a couple of strippers do their act, and Dollie flirted with a few old men. As they stared and drooled she whipped around, spread her legs, and asked them if this was what they wanted to see. Not as good as a Daleshot but she was still showing pink! Even strippers don’ t show their spread tw*t or their nipples. Of course they didn‘t have tits like Dollie‘s either. These guys had been throwing dollar bills on stage for the strippers. Several walked over and tossed dollars on our table. We left it as a tip.
----I’m only guessing. We arrived at the strip club parking lot around 2PM. Didn’t get inside till nearly 3PM. Drank, watched the girls, talked, and Dollie teased. Must have been 4PM by the time we went in the room. Three young kids, me, Dollie and one or more strippers at times. Believe me, those rooms are smaller than a doctor’s examining room. Yes, it was cozy. I’ll skip the details and just say Dollie got more strange fingerfucking than most women get in their lives . Hell some don’t even get it from their own boyfriends and husbands. Young boys are full of energy and these boys put a lot of energy into making Dollie’s pussy juicy! Once again, before the end of the day she was complaining more about sore tits than a sore pussy!
---It’s a fact that many strippers are also lesbians. The same girl that sucked my dick last time fingerfucked Dollie then sucked my dick again, for free! Yes, she’d asked for money again. But my throbbing cock was just too tempting for that b*tch. She just told us not to tell her boss.
---Guessing again. Must have been well after 6PM , maybe 7PM, when we staggered out of that small room. I snuck a $10 bill to Dollie. Told her to give it to the bartender. We all thanked the owner/bartender and she handed the $10 to him, thanking him for a great afternoon. He took me aside and asked if Dollie fucked any of those kids. I said no she never fucks anyone else. He said he heard that she lets others finger her and play with her boobs. I said “that’s right. That’s what happened the last couple hours or more.” Bartender said WOW and things like that. Told me I was quite a man to watch others do that to such a beautiful wife. I thanked him and said you should have come in and joined us. He smiled and said “next time.”
--- Mikey must have gotten tired or bored in the parking lot. He was long gone. Dollie hugged her friends and we headed back to the RV. Talked all the way back, and talked more as I fingerfucked and fucked her as long as I could last. Felt great to me! I also told Dollie if we ever go to the strip club again don’t be surprised if the owner joins you for a fingerfucking. Again, she smiled and said something positive.
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Altho it sounds like a fairytale. It happened this way with Dollie's little friends. Back then neither of us even realized Dollie had become adicted to masturbation form others. Possibly something to do with a lot of surgery after her last child. Yes she was a nympho-masturbat-o-maniac.

[ModelT-MsDollie]

NEXT TIME HAD COME IN THE LAP DANCE ROOM

---We were running out of vacation time and it had been a wild one. Dollie had surpassed my wildest fantasy ideas and was still hot and kinky as we talked about more games. It seemed like the wilder the games were and the more her pussy was used, the better our sex was. We’d both talked about some of the stupid daring things we’d done this vacation and decided we had to chose safer places and fewer partners at a time.
---The beach near the sand dunes seemed to be her choice. Those dunes blow outs are usually more private. That was until Dollie’s noises attracted attention. In this lower part of the park very few sunbath or even hike and getting up nearer the edge of the beach is out of view until someone walks past. Of course visibility both ways is only limited by your eyesite. Playing our quickie games right on the lonely beach really was safer. But it was rare when we actually found anyone who was willing to do more than pose or hold a tittie for a photo.
---Not sure who thought up a better game to finish our vacation. Probably both of us after I threw the idea out there. A third trip to the Strip Club lap dance room. Hopefully this time to mess around with the manager/ bartender. The guy was maybe Dollie’s age, 40 something and she thought he was cute. I told her if he chickened out we’d get one or two of those old geezers to go in the little room with us. Several had begged her before. Dollie thought that was gross but after both laughing and gripping thought the change back to an old fart might be fun.
---The next morning the weather made our decision. Rain was in the forecast so the evening before we’d picked up most of our things from around the RV and I even cranked up the leveling jacks. Nothing left but roll up the power cord. I’d already picked up the water hose and sewer hose. Even the TV antenna was lowered. Tomorrow I’d hitch up the car to the motorhome and hit the trail. 200 miles to home tomorrow and work late that night.
---While eating breakfast in the RV I asked what we were gonna do today. Dollie said “remember about going to the strip club? Let’s go.” I remember telling Dollie we’d wait until after lunch to go . Rarely do people go to those places until in the afternoon. We had good luck there around early afternoon, not crowded. Since it was now raining harder we just took a little ride. By the way, Dollie wore a micro mini and low top again. When she didn’t wear shorts I was sure she was ready to get fingered so I asked. “Of course,” she said.
----It was after 2PM. Maybe 3PM by now. I’d grilled Dollie many times about doing this again. Years of begging for this, now I was worried. She smiled and insisted it would be fun. In fact I’d asked so much she was getting upset. Still, as I parked in the strip club lot I asked once more about getting fingerfucked by some old coots. Dollie said she hopes it’s the cute bartender.
----Inside. We walked directly to the bar and got the bartender off to the side. I told him my wife wants to talk to him. Most games and even picture taking I’d make Dollie ask. It was my safety for not forcing her to do things. He was ogling her boobies oozing out of her blouse as Dollie told him our plan. “We want to rent the lap dance room with you for an hour or so. The owner/bartender asked her “for what?” Dollie said ”I think you know.” They laughed and talked about getting her boobs fondled and her pussy fingered. She sort of jokingly begged him “ if you won’t do it my husband is going to get some of those dirty old men who keep staring at me.” The bartender told both of us he’d be very happy to join us. He said “but first let me make a phone call and some rules of my own.”
--I was thinking, Oh fuck, he’s gonna get another man or two to join us! I told Dollie this. Her answer was, “well we’ll see.” We had a seat, watched at least two strippers dance and flirted with several 60 to 65+ year old men in case we needed back up players. Dollie actually liked a couple of them. A few fondled her titties and asked to see her pussy. Then one old fart rubbed Dollie’s c*nt. I think she was ready to rent a lap dance room!
---Maybe half hour passed and in walked a knock out gorgeous Blonde wearing a low blouse and a mini skirt that rivaled Dollies short skirt. The bartender hugged and kissed her then introduced his wife, also about our age. Some brief small talk and we were told “Let’s go play”. “Remember” he added, “no fucking or oral sex.”
----I’ll name the Club owner Hank and his wife Helen. Helen removed her clothes instantly and was cuddling me, rubbing her big tits into my chest. A first for me there, I took off my T-shirt and shorts, standing fully erect from Helen’s previous cuddling. Hank striped. But Dollie’s tummy scar embarrassed her so she only removed her top and rolled the tiny mini up . She didn’t realize it but her scar almost always showed during these games! No one seemed to care. Like I’ve written before, it’s that gash below it they were after. As the games began Hank and Helen refreshed us with the no fucking sucking rules.
---This deserves a whole new story……….. To follow.
We did the wife swapping fingerfucking, tit feeling thing for a long time. We even swapped back to our own wives a few times. Sometimes I forgot which blonde I was playing with! Helen’s c*nt was also well worn but juicy! We had a great time. Several times one of the strippers looked in to make sure things were okay. That was part of their job when others were using the lap dance rooms. By the way our cost for the day was zero! Even the beer was free when we took a well deserved break just to get better acquainted.
-----The only reason we left was it was getting late and I wanted to get the car hooked up to the motorhome before dark. Remember, we were headed home in the morning. Plans were made and we returned by motorcycle. Next time was in August. We’d planned on getting a motel that time but were forced to stay with Hank and Helen. After that, we stayed in one of the homes for rent or for sale by the reality company Helen worked for.
(Just remembered another story. In fact, I could write a book about Helen and Hank. More to follow)
---We went back to visit a few times toward the end of the year and several more times over the next couple years. We’d found our dream couple! I‘m thinking this was 1984 to maybe 1986. Then life got too busy and our sex games nearly stopped until retirement in 1994. Part of this has been written someplace.

[ModelT-MsDollie]

HANK & HELEN---DENNY & DOLLIE

-----------------------Lookin into a Mirror

---I’ve heard that somewhere we all have a twin. Helen looked more like Dollie than I looked like Hank. But this is not about physical looks. Read this and decide for yourself. Keep in mind I was 44-45 and Dollie 42-43. I believe both Helen and Hank were 42 when we met. We were different. We were alike! Now that I look back, Hank was the smartest of the two of us. I’ll try to stay with the basics or this really will become a book. Please remember it all happened 30 years ago, either 1984 or 1985. But it could have been yesterday.
----Yes, I really did want to fuck Helen, many times. And Hank wanted to fuck Dollie. We were only human and we often admitted it! I believe I could have fucked Helen if Dollie agreed to swap. But our friendship may have ended too. Because of stubborn Dollie I missed a lot of good pussy! But I also got a lot more tits and fingerfucking than on my own. You knew this. I also believe back during this time period I could have bribed Dollie into fucking others just so she could continue getting strange finger fucking. But love is stronger than sexual urges.
---Notice the differences and the similarities. We’ll begin when Helen and Hank were maybe 20. Helen said she was fucking every guy with a prick that would fuck her. I’m sure if she looked anything like she did in her 40’s that was a lot of them. At this time Dollie wasn’t fucking anyone but me. That’s still true. Hank said he was fucking anything in a skirt, including Helen. They fell in love and married. This was just like me and Dollie, even the fucking part.
---They did a little swapping and saw how most of the others were not really married or divorced in a short time. I don’t care what ya say about group sex or wife swapping, it’s not a good way to keep a marriage together. Okay, it works for you. Helen sat Hank down and explained pretty much the same things Dollie and I used as our rules. “If you love someone kissing and intercourse are the ultimate way to show that love. We’re not fucking anyone we don’t love.” In their early 20’s Hank and Helen began living by those rules. I was a slow learner. I was still fucking everything I could get into the 80’s, age late 40’s. May have even had a few later. But it was always with Dollie’s consent and usually her help getting the pussy.
---This is what’s not fair. A woman can find a man to fuck her fairly easy. For me, if I didn’t want to spend a lot of time or use a prostitute I depended on Dollie and her friends. You see, while Hank stopped fucking other women while in his mid 20’s I continued into my 40’s. But our other ideas and plans were the same. Fingerfucking and feelin titties is just for fun. Again I think it was Helen who read Hank the rules. “I love having men fingerfuck me and fondle my titties. You love watching and doing the same with other gals. We want to make each other happy. So if we really do love each other we should be happy sharing my pussy with others.” Yep. Pretty much how I explained it to Dollie in the 60’s. You may not understand or agree with these ideas. Love is strange.
---- They still weren’t exactly like us. Dollie has never gotten fingered without me watching. She actually only started doing it for my entertainment. Helen was already a realtor and lookin hot in her tight tops and mini skirts. When showing a home she was often being hit on, mostly by married men. Perfect. Helen didn’t want a boyfriend. She just wanted fondled and fingered! This went on for years and they both were happy. After Helen was nearly ****d and often had to fight off customers she stopped playing finger dipping games on the job. No, these were not Dollie’s way of playing our games, also for fear of being ****d. Yet the fondling and fingering parts were.
--Here’s where I get jealous. Hank was working part time at a small strip club for a friend. Hank was getting all the young wh*r*s and dancing girls he wanted. He admitted, sometimes he cheated and fucked. But mostly he took them in a back room to finger and fondle. His boss friend had rules for the constantly changing crew of strippers. No dating customers and no fucking on club property.
----When the strip club went up for sale Hank bought it from his friend. Now he had a never ending supply of fingerfucking females always ready to serve. Somehow, using his friend’s no-fuck rules, and taking the lap dance theme to the next level, he had his girls playing his and Helen’s fingerfucking fondling games with anyone with $10 to $20 and an hour’s time. A cost Hank said the working man could afford. Of course Hank got all he wanted free. Most of the girls figured getting fingered was easier and more fun than standing on a stage being stared at by a bunch of old drunks.
----Poor Helen was no longer getting any strange finger/fondling. One of them decided that the club was often home to several horny old perverts who were always staring at her and making offers to go in the back room. Why not let Helen play there. I suppose her and Hank discussed this. Maybe it just happened one evening. Anyway for the past ten years both Helen and Hank were using one of the lap dance rooms for their own fingerfucking games. Safe and Helen was even getting paid for it. As a bonus one or more of the strippers would come in now and then to make sure Helen was safe. An added bonus, Helen often got masturbated by one of those lesbian strippers. Helen made it clear she is no lesbian but being fingerfucked by one now and then was exciting. Usually the old guy paying for the room enjoyed the extra gal too. All the while safe and partially legal.
---Me, I was lucky if I could find a girl willing to let me fondle her. And then it always ended when they just had to get fucked. Most women are that way. When they are prick teased they expect to get fucked! But Dollie enjoyed watching me fondle and fuck other women so this worked out well. Still, we wanted a few married couples just to swap for masturbation and cuddling. Every time we found the ideal couple, one or the other wanted to swap to fuck. We spent much of our lives while playing our games in search of that one special couple with the same values and ideas as us. They didn’t exist!

[ModelT-MsDollie]

-THEY DID EXIST ! Hank and Helen part two.

Another reminder----- No way in hell could I remember all of the details of these stories if I hadn't made notes and written much of it soon after the events happened. These stories were mostly written years ago for other forums and private letters. Most of this info was never meant for public viewing. Please don't tell dad!


More update crap....
---Was it karma or that kinky angel of mine? We’d met a kid, too young, 20 year old Mikey. Then some of his barely legal friends. Next it was something totally uncalled for and shocking, teasing two older Mexican guys working in a public diner. Because Dollie was loving those young fingers in her c*nt we had a dilemma. Too many kids and realizing we’d been taking too great of chances in public.
---Before this time and most of our lives we played our games with men our ages or much older. Old men are kinky. I know, now I are one! Dollie was loving this change to kids. In our mid 40’s these were kids. Still we tried to keep within legal age limits. Mikey actually looked older than a couple of his 22 year old friends. Thanks to those two 60+ men we ended up at Hank’s Strip Club. Thinking back it’s hard to believe we did many of those things.
----Hank and Helen had looked for years for their dream couple. Someone they could trust to fingerfuck Helen and fondle her tits without ending up wanting to fuck. Of course they were searching for the same kind of partner for Hank. For them owning a small strip club was perfect. Still they were missing the variety, surprise, and challenges we lived. For us it was like fishing. Even a bad day could be fun.
----Finding that special couple was a simple task. But it wasn’t such a simple thing to do. We’d all met and dated the perfect couples repeatedly. It always ended up in arguments and sneaky attempts to fuck. Dollie and I had given up long ago. We were perfectly happy just playing our games and taking that rare opportunity to play our fingerfucking games with random strangers. Until the 80’s success didn’t happen often. When it did we were taking a great risk in Dollie being ****d or us being arrested. The past few vacations were unreal. It just seems like Dollie was wearing a sign “finger me.” Most likely it was what she wasn’t wearing that worked.
----Yes, Hank and Helen, Dollie and Denny, finally found the idea partners. With nearly every one we met it never lasted. We’d stayed with Helen and Hank or camped at the RV park nearby many times from about 1984 to maybe summer 1987, keeping in touch by letters and phone.

--By early 1988 seems like their phone was disconnected and letters returned. On our last trip up there, maybe 1988, the strip club was abandoned and their house had a for sale sign out front. No more Helen and Hank. No more perfect fingerfucking friends. Another chapter in our kinky lives closed. Even the Mexican restaurant, ex-fast food joint, was little more than a shell of a building in a weed covered parking lot. But there were still the good memories. Let's go back for a few more games with Hank and Helen.

[ModelT-MsDollie]

-THE ADVENTURES OF HANK, HELEN, DENNY & DOLLIE
---------------------Some things that happened while playing with Helen and Hank.

---Dollie has had three children. So several months before and after each were born most games stopped. That would roughly be the end of 1958, our first boy. Summer of 1964, and again Fall of 1970. I’ll call those the NO GAME period. Altho we were having sex and some fun right up until each was born and soon after. When our daughter was born Sept 1970, Dollie had several surgeries and more later. This also put games on hold.
This happened beginning in 1984 or 1985.
--Life was finally perfect in our wacky perverted world. Hank and Helen came down to spend a few weekends with us for our wild games. Often kids made things awkward. By this time they were old enough to stay together or with friends. Before this, with luck and begging we usually had a free family member babysitter when we camped alone. Keep in mind I was 44-45 and Dollie 42-43. I believe both Helen and Hank were 42.
--- We started visiting Hank and Helen more often. I believe it also had to do with their jobs and chances to play games in strange surroundings, namely rental and for sale homes the company Helen worked for had listed. Kind of like us fooling around in new surroundings outside on vacations, someone else’s home made it feel kinky. Especially while fingerfucking your new best friend’s wife. The strip club was also fun and handy. For us surprises seemed a part of our adventures. Another surprise for me was Helen convinced Dollie that women could play with each others breasts, have fun, and not be lesbians. Hank and I enjoyed watching them do that many times. It made us all hot and we could still play with their pussys at the same time.
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---We were once again staying in a fully furnished home that was on Helen’s listed homes for sale. She’d showed it a lot but couldn’t make a sale. The other realtors had their own list so this place was ours for the weekend. Middle of a weekend afternoon, all four of us naked and cuddling with opposite wives in the middle of a king sized bed. Yes the doors were all locked. Unexpectedly into the bedroom walked two of Helen’s female friend realtors and not one but two prospective young couples interested in the place. Giggling and gasping covered other sounds. I think one couple was just tagging along with their friends. Two men and four women, all in their 40’s and 50’s, embarrassed and staring at tits, asses, and cocks. I have no idea why they didn’t do what normal people would do, turn and hurry out! No, they stood there staring, repeating they were sorry for interrupting. Of course other normal people would have grabbed a blanket or laid on their stomachs. Silly us, we all jumped up and stood there, erections, tits and all! I even think one of the guys told us to continue while they look the rest of the house over.
----Helen was worried she’d be fired. But the other two realtors really were her friends and never mentioned this to anyone else at the office. At least no one important. They did tease her for a long time. I believe we all got dressed and stayed quietly in the bedroom. As they left over an hour later one realtor lady peeked in the door and said something like “sorry, you can continue now.” We’d rode our motorcycle up there and I’d parked in the large garage. Hank also parked in the garage and closed the doors. As far as the realtors knew, no one was there.

PART TWO ---A happy ending. The middle aged couple later called Helen and she got to show the house again. They bought it a few months later, still apologizing for the interruption before. Helen had told us while she was showing the house to the couple again, he’d feel Helen’s tits whenever his wife wasn’t near. Helen didn’t mind that.
----The place was tentatively sold but the man asked Helen to meet him there again to check a few things. Helen found out the few things he wanted to check were her tits and pussy. She later told us he was handsome and polite. Getting felt up and fingered was nothing new to Helen. So the new home owner and Helen spent much of the afternoon fingerfucking and fondling. When he tried to fuck her Helen ran out the front door partially naked yelling for help. A neighbor came over, Helen explained the near **** part, but told the neighbor she’d be okay.
----Helen told Hank. Hank and Helen made plans. Helen called the guy apologizing and promised to meet him again at the house. Instead of Helen, Hank and his strip club buddy beat the crap out of the man then called his wife. The house became available again and Helen made a sale once more.
--I’ll admit these stories are beginning to stray from us to others. But our lives weren’t a preplanned book.

[ModelT-MsDollie]

-Thanking the Mexican Cooks.
---We took pride in thanking people who had been good to us. Hank and Helen had told us they remembered the two Mexican restaurant owners and how polite they were the few times they stopped in at the strip club. Had it not been for them we’d never met Hank and Helen or played more games with those boys. Dollie agreed we had to thank those old guys at the diner. We’d invite them to a play room at the strip club!
---They’d already fingerfucked Dollie last summer so it really wasn’t anything new. But that’s the best way we knew to thank them. We’d met and played with Hank and Helen off and on for much of that first summer and into the next spring. Perhaps it was spring 1985 now???? We’d also eaten at the diner again showing the old guys only brief pussy shots . We were learning not to be so daring in public. Once again, I caught Dollie in a wild mood while camped at the RV park near the Mexican diner. Dollie agreed it was payback time. Of course I had to repeatedly ask because it always surprised me when she said yes when it came to getting fingerfucked. Yes, were their answers also to meet at the strip club and a date was set.
----We arrived at least an hour early at the strip club. We’d already explained our game plan with Hank and Helen. By luck Helen had free time and would be there. Right on time two big old Mexicans showed up, grinning from ear to ear. They also knew the plan. But not all of it! We loved surprises and learned to surprise others. Like random flashing, it’s that surprise that makes it fun.
---We had a drink and talked, mostly about fingerfucking Dollie. She assured them they’d both get all the time they needed this time. A year ago, in the parking lot, each got less than 15 minutes while sitting in our car. Laying on a bed with bright lights with no cops to worry about would be much better. As far as lighting, customers had many choices. Very dim, almost dark, medium, even colored, to almost operating room spot lights . I always chose the bright lights, as we did this time.
--Both guys asked the barmaid what this room was gonna cost them. We all told the guys it was already taken care of. Actually they didn’t know it but it was free. Seems like I did tip the girls something. Yes, two girls occasionally joined us, mostly because those were Hanks regular rules. Dollie, semi clad in another micro mini and skimpy top, led the way. I motioned for both old guys to go next, I followed. In no time they had Dollie’s top off and her skirt again waist high. Both men were working on a tittie even before Dollie laid on the bed in the center of the small room. These reminded us of a doctor’s exam room and the small adjustable table thing patience lie on. Don’t think these adjusted though. Dollie laid down. Quicker than you read this last part one of the old guys had her legs spread and was fingerfucking Dollie. None of this was timed and it’s been a very long time ago. But we do know the first Mexican took his time and enjoyed what he was doing, as the other worked on Dollie’s titties. Occasionally I helped with fondling and nipple torture just to show I approved. Nipple torture because rubbing and tuggin on them always caused Dollie many orgasms and uncontrollable quivering.
Nipple torture gauranteed a wet pussy would be available.
----Mexican number two immediately inserted fingers and continued almost without skipping a beat as number one joined me in booby manipulation. Occasionally one of the little strippers would look in the door, sometimes come in and rub a tittie if available, smile then leave. An hour maybe???????? Hank walked in asking if things were okay and if we needed anything. The Mexican guys had swapped back and forth for over an hour by now. Seems like even one of the tiny little strippers may have dipped a tiny finger in and out, along with rubbing Dollie’s nipples.
--By her looks of joy and squeals of delight I’m sure Dollie needed nothing when asked. So I told Hank, being as ornery as I could sound “I think she needs your help reaching a climax.” At this time the door to the tiny play room was wide open to the sounds and views of the few people in back of the tavern. There wasn’t much room left in there considering a stripper was standing there, along with me, two big Mexicans, the table/bed in the center with Dollie spread wide and panting like a marathon runner. Yet Hank squeezed in as the men scooted to the sides of the room. Already over an hour of steady masturbation and Dollie was about to get a Hank treatment.
---The Hank treatment began. I pulled the door shut to muffle Dollie’s even louder screams of joy, panting, and notifications of her climaxes. Yes. We all knew Dollie was having fun. All the more reason to keep pounding away on that hot pussy.
--Both Hank and Helen had deep authoritative voices that scared little puppies and old men. He was pumping away in Dollie’s pussy complaining to her how hot and juicy it was. Someone was rubbing her nipples and tits, not helping a bit. Hank was telling Dollie “stop cumming b*tch or I’ll have to go faster.” Dollie was telling Hank she is sorry but “I’m cumming more now.” This went on for maybe 10 minutes. Dollie yelling she’s cumming, Hank calling her names and telling her stop doing that. We both knew it was all part of Hank’s game and only made Dollie climax even more.
---Who knows how long Dollie had been getting a steady masturbation by these three, plus a quickie by the young stripper. The door opened to the play room and in walked Helen. Helen was looking sexy. Obviously those weren’t here house selling clothes! Equally as kinky and deep voiced as Hank she said things like “WTF is going on here? Then she apologized for being late. Also wanted to know “what is my husband doing fingerfucking that sl*t?” I think those two big Mexicans were scared to death. Helen told Hank to get the hell out of the way. This was another first. Helen replaced Hank fingerfucking Dollie. Dollie didn’t seem to mind. She was still moaning and yelling about cumming. The two Mexicans were working on Dollie’s tits again. Helen told them to get their asses over here and help keep this woman’s pussy hot.
----Dollie was nearly crying but begging for more, holding the Mexicans by the arms or waist tightly. Helen had a fist deep in Dollie’s pussy ramming it hard. She finished in maybe another ten minutes. As Helen pulled her hand out of Dollies wet hole she looked at the little stripper and told her “get over here ya little sl*t and lick this pussy clean.” The girl immediately got down and started licking and sucking Dollie’s flowing c*nt. Helen asked her several times how’s it taste b*tch?” The gal would answer something like ’”great or delicious.” The girl stopped several times to get up. Helen told her she wasn’t finished. Then Helen told me I needed to finger that wh*r*’s tight little dry pussy while the girl was bent over Dollie. I did! Seems like two Mexicans continued working on Dollie’s tits and watching us.
---Again I have no idea what exactly was spoken or how long that poor girl licked Dollie’s wet pussy. Or how long I fingered the girl for that matter. Somewhere after all this madness we all went out and had a drink, or two. We all watched a few strippers and listened to the two Mexicans thanking us for a great afternoon. Seems like when they got up to leave Helen told them “get your fat asses back in that playroom. You ain’t done yet. Nobody has made me happy yet. She was rubbing one of the Mexican’s crotch and asking him if he knew how to make her happy. Seems like he told Helen he can’t get a hard on anymore. Helen told him she could see that. Then she asked him if they could make her pussy feel as good as they did Doliie’s.
---Back to the playroom. Each Mexican fingerfucked Helen. Hank fingerfucked Dollie. I fingerfucked a different stripper. Eventually Dollie got fingered by me and the two Mexicans again. It got confusing but there was a lot of fingerfucking going on. It was getting late. I wanted to get the car hooked up to the motorhome before dark so we could leave at a reasonable time next morning. As much as we hated it, we said our goodbyes and left.
---I’d say those two Mexican cooks got thanked enough. When we saw them later that year they couldn’t stop thanking us or talking about it. I don’t remember Dollie showing her pussy or wearing tops quite so low when we ate there again. But we did meet some of Dollie’s little boyfriends a few times around the summer of 1986.
----We don't remember when, but Dollie stopped letting anyone else insert anything except fingers in her. I guess for saftey.

[ModelT-MsDollie]

--HOOKED ON FINGERING #1

---Suddenly I see another extremely embarrassing secret topic being born. As we remember the facts, look at our notes, and realize we’ve both put it out of our minds for a long time, Dollie agrees to share her most intimate details. HOOKED ON FINGERING.


---REUNION WITH MIKEY AND SLIM.-----------Summer 1986 or 1987.
---Near my notes in CONDO I explain some date changes. I realize now what you are about to read happened July 1986. No big deal but details bother me.
---Our last year going north for many years. At least for sex games. By the next year Dollie had more female problems, gained weight, my work, and other things changed our lives forever. Well, until 1994 when we retired to Florida. So this was our last big wild vacation. Of course, we didn’t know it at the time although the games had slowed way down. Understandably because they actually got out of control for a few years up near the Wisconsin line near Lake Michigan. Lots of crap could have gone wrong. But with karma and our angels life was better than good. Maybe if I reviewed other stories and old letters I could pinpoint this last adventure. But it really doesn’t matter, 1986 or 1987, give or take a year. (1986) Without notes and old letters I’d never remembered most of these games.
----We sometimes camped at other parks with RV camping. We were staying at a few nudist parks, State parks, and other places, even membership parks by this time in the 80’s. Since our plans were for a reunion at the Strip Cub we went to our old standby sand dunes park. . What’s important is that friends Hank and Helen helped us get in touch with little boy Mikey. In turn that helped meet some of his and Dollie’s other friends. Mikey would have been around 22 by now. Dollie was thrilled that we could take Mikey to the club this year. I knew why but I often grilled her on her reasons why. “We can take Mikey in one of the play rooms, silly!”
---Hank had told us Mikey was now a regular at his strip club. During phone calls, we asked Helen and Hank if they knew if Mikey ever goes in the play rooms. “Yes he does, they both said. And the girls said he pays $20 so he must be getting to play a lot. $10 is for a simple lap dance. This is supposed to be confidential but Helen had ways of finding out. Helen told us she’d call back with a report. She invited Mikey in a play room. Helen later told us Dollie or someone taught Mikey well. Helen went into detail about Mikey’s fingers.
---Always nice to be informed before meeting old or new friends. Somehow we got hold of Mikey’s phone number and arranged a play room meeting at the Strip club on our first full day of vacation. I’d taken off a few days early. Must have been a Friday afternoon for that first reunion. Glad we did. Soon after, the club was closed by the State, County or City, Helen and Hank disappeared. Rumor was Helen got a better job and they moved out of state. We hope that was true.
-----Mikey and Slim were gonna meet us to mess around in one of the strip club play rooms, also known as a lap dance room. Most places I guess they are but Hank added extracurricular activities at his place at bargain prices. Amazingly he never got in trouble with law. Being shut down was just part of State wide new laws. Same thing happened back around our hometown.
---I add lots of notes to help explain things. Yes, I overdo them. I’m sure as you followed along in my stories you’ve noticed a trend. The more men who played with Dollie’s boobs the more she loved it and the more she wanted to do it again. Within reason these tit games were safe. We tried to be careful where the tit games were played, how many played, and other safety issues. Still, sometimes we overlooked safety and our rules. Dollie got addicted to being group fondled. Because she was loving it I was loving it.
---The pussy playing games just sort of started happening after many years of begging and planning. It was even more important to have an escape route, not too many players, and be reasonably sure Dollie wouldn’t get fucked. Those games started out with only one man and in a place where we could yell or run. Things happened and we were taking chances in unsafe places, with people we knew nothing about, and no fast way out at times. Like having her tits fondled, Dollie got hooked. Dollie loved having her pussy played with as others watched and several took turns. The more who fingered her and the longer, the more Dollie wanted MORE! It got totally out of control. Again she was addicted and hooked on fingerfucking.
---Just by luck nothing ever went wrong and we found new friends with an ideal place to play. Besides the safety of the strip club, we were finally being more careful where we played fingering games and how many played. Dollie remained addicted to tit fondling and fingerfucking but with my help we controled the addiction. Now we see how nymphomaniacs are created. Is there such thing as a masturbation addicted nymphomaniac with a fondness for breast fondling? Sadly I created it and love watching. To top it off I tell others what makes her hot, how to get to her tits and pussy, how to make her have orgasm after orgasm.
---It all starts with getting Dollie to wear sexy revealing clothes and being stared at. Once someone gets her in a horny mood, rubbing and squeezing her nipples is the beginning of the end for her dry pussy. Once it’s no longer dry, anything goes. Amazingly anything except insertion of a cock anyplace in her body. Someway she’s always resisted everyone but me. We can’t remember when Dollie stopped letting others insert dildos, vibrators, or other objects. She said it was for safety because sometime they’d get shoved too deeply. Fingers seem more personal anyway.

[ModelT-MsDollie]

HOOKED ON FINGERING #2

--- Back to our story: Mikey and Slim at the strip club on our first real day of summer vacation, Thursday or Friday. Probably Friday. We again showed up early to visit Hank and maybe Helen. Helen was working but was supposed to come see us later. After Hank hugged Dollie and grabbed both tits, pulling them fully out of her blouse, as the six or eight old men in the strip joint stared, we had a seat near the stage. Dollie didn’t bother puttin her tits back in. Sitting on her bare ass with her skirt to her crotch didn’t help keep the attention off her either! Hank, in his loud voice said “hey b*tch your tits are out.” This was sure to attract any one who hadn’t yet noticed. Did I mention this was a raunchy neighborhood bar/strip club? Dollie was in a good mood. She countered with something like “well asshole you pulled them out. You put them back.” Thinking Hank was gonna put Dollies’ tits back in her low blouse he reached over, grabbed them and fondled them, as his customers stared. He sat back smiling, leaving Dollie’s tits out in the open.
---Hank’s place or most cheap clubs never had more than a few strippers with decent tits. And Dollies were way bigger than any working there. Not bragging. If you’ve been to low class tittie bar you already know this. Again most of Hanks regular customers walked over and tossed dollar bills on the table in front of Dollie. This is what they were supposed to be doing for the strippers on stage. Dollie took the money, quite a bit, walked up to the stage, and tossed it to the girl attempting to entertain everyone. Showing off, Dollie turned back toward the small crowd and sort of jiggled her boobs,shoving them back into her low top. If we left then it was a great afternoon. But it was only beginning.
---We sat drinking a beer, watching strippers, and talking old times with Hank loud enough for many to hear. Hank was as ornery as I. We were both questioning Dollie why she was here half dressed to meet two young boys. Dollie could be just as ornery and kinky. She told us “maybe I’m going to fuck the hell out of both of them!” I was always encouraging Dollie to fuck others. I’m sure my answer was “have fun and make sure you cum a lot.” She may have slapped us. Dollie never usually talked like this. But she usually never did most of those other things.
-----Seems like he was late. But Mikey finally walked in to join us. Said he was sorry that Slim had to work. I was actually relieved. We had never planned more than one on one with any games. Even though I sometimes mentioned it. Dollie jumped up and hugged Mikey. Mikey soon had both hands on Dollie’s titties and again they were out. I really don’t know if her tits were being pulled out by these guys or were just jiggling out. With some of her low tops anything is possible. As we sat there, Mikey drinking a beer now, Hank again shouted “Goddammit b*tch, put them titties back in your blouse or I will.” Dollie was having fun. “I guess you’re gonna have to put them in Hankie.” Hank jumped up but Mikey beat him to Dollie’s boobs. A quick feel and Mikey slipped them in. Hank was still being ornery. “Dammit kid you’re supposed to play with em first.” Mikey said “I did.” “Well fuck” Hank said. “We have to show you kids everything.” Hank walked over behind Dollie. Pulled both tits out again and began fondling them. Dollie was squirming. Hank told Dollie “sit still b*tch or I‘ll tickle your nipples and make ya cum.” Dollie said
“too late Hank. I‘m already cumming.” Hank told me “ you and the kid better get this sl*t in one of those play rooms and get her satisfied. But remember no fucking.” “Yes sir“ Dollie said. She was the first up
and headed to the play rooms. Mikey looked scared to death of Hank.
----Everyone in there was yelling and clapping. More fun than a bunch of young strippers. Hank whispered to me and Mikey, I think just being ornery again. After you guys get done fucking her clean up you sticky
mess. Mikey was grinning even more now. Dollie was already in a play room, her top off and skirt rolled up high. I stopped Mikey at the door, reminding him “no fucking or sucking.” Mikey said “yes I know.”
---One of the stripper/ waitress came in the room behind us telling us it’s the rules she has to be there. Mikey was fingering Dollie and working on her tits in no time. Dollie was again moaning and yelling, telling us she was cumming..... And cumming. Or telling Mikey to go faster or slower because she was ready for another orgasm. Mikey did good for at least 30 minutes. Then he needed a break. I fingerfucked Dollie a few minutes. Planning for us taking a drink break. But Dollie didn’t get a break. Hank came in and took over. I’d not stopped more than a minute.
---Hank must have fingered Dollie 10-15 minutes and he agreed Dollie’s pussy needed a break. But it still didn’t get a break. Helen walked in, again catchin Hank with his whole hand in the cookie jar. Grinning, Helen said “damned don’t anyone but Hank play with your pussy girl? Move over and let me at that hot honey hole”. We hadn’t seen Hank and Helen since last fall so during Helen’s masturbating Dollie I was hugging Helen and squeezing her boobs. Like another time, I was also soon fingerfucking the woman fingerfucking my woman. Mikey was fondling Dollie’s tits, then Helens. Not sure what Hank or the stripper body guard were doing. Could have been as much as an hour more fingerfucking Dollie by all of us. Dollie was also saying her pussy needs a break.
---As we walked out, danged drunken strip club customers. They were whistling, clapping, and yelling, saying things like “go Dollie go” Word of what happens in some of those rooms gets out! We drank sodas or maybe beer, watched a couple girls on stage again, laughed a lot, and went back in the room to play with Mikey. Yes only Mikey. In fact I think this was a first and probably the only time Mikey got Dollie all to himself after our first meeting with him. Even I just watched.
---As Mikey and Dollie walked hand in hand toward the play room I said something like “go ahead and start without me.” Helen encouraged this. She said sometimes a woman needs to be alone with someone else to really let go. This was also a first and only for us. It was difficult and seemed like an hour. But maybe 15 minutes later I joined Dollie and Mikey, fingerfucking and fondling in progress.
---Later Dollie thanked me for trusting her. Damned woman what not to trust. I knew you weren’t gonna fuck the kid. “Would you have gotten mad?” she asked. She already new the answer. We were camped up that way for two weeks. This was early in the first week. We’d meet Mikey, Al, Slim and even Joe a time or two that vacation. Dollie was lovin that young stuff. Dollie was loving old stuff. Hell Dollie was loving getting stuffed! But only with fists and fingers . That's why she loved playing games with those young kids. They could stuff their entire hand in above the wrist and work on her for ever.
------------------------------------No old photos but here's a recent one in a park.

[ModelT-MsDollie]

-HOOKED ON FINGERING #3
TOGETHER IN THE STRIP CLUB PLAYROOM WITH AL, SLIM, JOE, AND MIKEY.
---Sunday-----These were the plans. Play our games with all four kids together. Some kind of city rules. No liquor till after Noon or something like that on Sundays. The only day all four kids were off work. Dollie had played with them all in smaller groups and all four one at a time two years ago. Could she handle four sex crazed young boys at once? This was one of those times when fucking would have been fun. But fucking wasn’t allowed in the play room anyway.
--- Summer 86 or 87. Only a few days after the above game with Mikey. Mikey told his three friends all the details about his adventures with Dollie and Helen at the strip club. I was 46-47,Dollie 44-45. Let’s just say 46 and 44 for Dollie to keep it simple. Mikey around 22 and the other three boys 24 by now. Figure that Hank and Helen would have been 44. A couple years either way is not important. Just showing we were nearly twice as old as the four kids. And yes I was still often begging Dollie to fuck them all. Maybe not all the same day, but all of them.
---Before this, and for years, partners were the same age and as much as 20+ years older than us. Of course, as time goes by, we are usually the oldest now. What’s important here is Dollie was lovin getting lovin from kids half her age. And Dollie was lovin getting lovin by small groups all at the same time. Got it straight?
-- Four kids, Dollie, I, and who knows how many others going to meet in one of those examining room sized play rooms at the strip club. Odds are Hank, maybe Helen, and one or more young strippers will be in and out of the room watching and helping. Dollie was hot just thinking about it. These multiple young partners were thrilling Dollie more than either of us could have ever imagined. And it was relatively safe. This from a woman I had to beg and tease for years just to show her naked body. She went from showing her slit to showing her wide spread c*nt. After she got the first taste of fingerfucking she was hooked. Well, it wasn’t a taste until much later. Sort of pokes!
-----Again, the time had come. This time we waited in the strip club parking lot to meet our young friends from two years ago. Yes, two years had passed, The boys actually looked like young men now. We no longer felt cheap and nasty with Mikey, which bugged us when he was only 20. Still, with older kids of our own , it was a strange thought so we tried not to think about it. After all, it was their ideas and we were doing worse things at that age. Our plans were to refresh the boys about the no-fuck and no-penetration rules. They all agreed, as before.
---We were a little surprised that all four boys actually showed up. They were looking like a small gang. We hesitated and I questioned Dollie about going through with this. She was right, we’d been with them before and we’d be inside with friends this time. By the time the boys finished hugging and squeezing Dollie and her parts, we’d wasted a good half hour. Her tits were already red from tight squeezes and her pussy wet from a few rubs and pats up her skirt. Had we left then the afternoon would have been one to write home about. But who do you write about things like this? I went home and wrote notes. Guess it wasn’t such a waste of time.
---We must have made a heck of a scene, a middle aged man, a middle aged woman dressed like a common wh*r*, and four young boys who needed their I.D.’s double checked because of how young they looked. By now we thought we were at Cheers. Hello Dolly was normal whenever we walked inside. The kids weren’t there to drink. Seems like Dollie and I had a beer and the boys a quick soda. They were more interested in convincing the waitress they were each going to pay $10 and spend a few hours in one of those play rooms with this blonde woman.
---New girl. She wanted $20 apiece, including Dollie and I. I politely explained we’d been here before and we didn’t want a girl or a lap dance. We just wanted one stinkin room and the manager. Somehow we had missed Hank when we came in. He was back stage, maybe taking a leak, or busy. Hank to the rescue. The girl, only doing her job, was trying to tell Hank we didn’t want any girls and we weren’t paying no $120 dollars. I said we could go to the Holiday Inn for $35. Hank laughed and did what Hank always does when he sees us--- Dollie. Grabbed her titties, lifted them out of her blouse and fondled them. Hank said charge the boys each $10 and my friends are free. Dollie is going to be their entertainment as long as it takes.
-- The kids paid as quickly as they could, gulped their sodas down, and asked which room? I told them to start without us. They looked goofy at me but went in the room. Can you even imagine what young kids are talking about at a time like this? Or during every waking minute until it happens? Hell they’re probably still talkin!
---Hank told the new girl to go with us. Watch until we were finished, if it takes all night. He told her she has a lot to learn. I’ll swear Hank winked at me! But I had my own plans. “No Hank, keep all the girls and everyone else out, including you, for at least an hour. I don‘t want the boys distracted away from Dollie.” Then Dollie and I went in to join the boys.
--- I instructed two to stand on each side of the little raised bed thing. One of you kids fingerfuck Dollie, one play with each boob, and the other be the nipple man, keeping her hot and juicy. Make up your own rules about how long you play and who goes next. Just don’t fight over it. You’ve got all day.(Pretty close to those words)
---Dollie seemed to have little to say during most of those games, other than panting and letting everyone know she was cumming a lot. This time she said she has only a few rules: Don’t hurt me. Don’t fuck me. Take all the time you need and make me feel good. At this time, before the spider bite surgery years later, Dollie’s tits were large enough for two grown men to fondle each if they weren’t hoggish. By then her pussy was also stretched big enough to get a fist my size up to the wrist. Kids, surgery, weight gain, and lots of masturbation did this. Even though she now had a tummy from the weak tissue after surgeries, laying flat it looked nice. She was also wearing some kind of a panty girdle garter thing to hide her awful scar. But it didn’t hide anything else!
---Some of the kids complained when Dollie said they had to take off their clothes too. But Dollie forced them. She said anyone who don’t get naked can’t play. I’m thinking all of us males wore shorts and T-shirts or tank tops. No one wanted to be first so Dollie told me to show them how to undress. I only wore shorts and a tank top. Finally all four were naked, 5” to 6” erections aiming upward, and Dollie giggling. She’d gently stroke each one now and then as they played their games with her. I sat on a stool in the corner to watch, sometimes gently masturbating.
By her early 40’s Dollie was taking all the masturbation she could get and never complained about it hurting. Rarely did someone have to give it a break or use Vaseline or KY jelly. All four boys did a fine job making Dollie squirm and scream. I remember reminding the kids they could ram their fist all the way up Dollie’s c*nt. I believe they all did their masturbation this way some.
---They complained about not getting their turn, someone taking too long, or getting in their way. But with four young horny boys, things went fairly smooth. Again, I even fondled a tittie or pinched a nipple now and then to show my approval. Dollie knew this was my signal I was enjoying the show and she could continue. She’d smile and blow me an occasional kiss. Seems like a few times after I squeezed a tit or rubbed her thigh she’d tell the boys “that’s Denny’s signal for you guys to keep having fun.” Whoever was dipping his fingers usually picked up the pace awhile.
----There was a knock at the door and a girl’s voice. “It’s been way over an hour. Can I come in?” I believe we were all surprised an hour passed so quickly. I either opened the door or told the girl to come in. It was the tiny new gal, Rosie, who had been our waitress. Rosie seemed surprised to see my prick sticking up and four naked boys leaning over Dollie like a surgeon performing delicate surgery. The door was in the center. There was a stool on each side of it in a corner. I told Rosie to have a seat on the other stool and enjoy the show.
---Rosie sat a while asking Dollie if she was having fun and me why I let other men do those things. I asked Rosie if she let’s men play with her tits and pussy. Her answer was yes but I need the money. I don’t think I asked Rosie, I took a $10 bill from my shorts pocket, handed it to her, began fondling her orange sized hard titties after removing her tiny top. I pulled the tiny pasties from her nipples and sucked one then the other. Rosie was hot. I was hot! I told Rosie to stand up. I pulled her hot pants down and removed her G-string. She was dressed to do her act. Neither Rosie or I said much. Rosie looked a lot like our old friend Charlotte, with a pussy nearly as tiny and tight. I worked one, then two fingers in Rosie’s tight tw*t.
----I’m thinking all the boys stopped whatever they were doing to Dollie. Dollie sat up and they watched me fingerfucking Rosie. From the time we went into that room to then had to be over an hour and a half. Hank walked in to check on us. “WTF” Hank said. “Dollie is laying there with four naked kids beside her and you’re fucking around with my girl?” Hank had a way with words. Hank walked over to Dollie, as she laid back. He was asking her if those kids did a good job and if she needed a real man to take care of that c*nt?” Dollie was saying yes a lot so Hank assumed her pussy had been well taken care of but needed his attention. Hank fingerfucked Dollie around 10 minutes. He said something like “I’ll be back in another hour to work on that wet thing again. I better find it fresh fucked. Oops, fingerfucked” Hank laughed.
---As he opened the door to leave Hank slapped Rosie the stripper on a tit and told her to be a good little girl. I was either fingering her again or playing with the other tit. Hank had not fully closed the door when he opened it again. “Rosie, show Dollie what a lesbian can do.” He laughed and shut the door.
---Rosie, now naked and her pussy dripping wet, stood, smiled at me, and wiggled her way between the two boys on one side of Dollie. As they fondled Rosie’s tits and ass, Rosie fingerfucked Dollie. That’s something Dollie does not like. But it happened a few times there and she told me it was fun. I was fingerfucking Rosie and rubbing my cock on her ass a lot. Seems like all four boys took turns playing with Rosie’s and Dollie’s titties. Have no idea how long before Rosie moved away from Dollie. Instantly one of the boys had a finger or hand in Dolllie and another was fingering Rosie.
---Rosie grabbed my cock and began stroking mine and one of the boys. She smiled at both of us asking “which one of these pricks am I going to get in my wet pussy?” Not sure which kid it was, but he shouted “Me Me!” Rosie grabbed mine with both hands and said “ I want this one!” I reminded her of the club rules and refused. Oh how I wanted that little pussy! Damned Dollie said. “Go ahead and fuck her. Hank won’t care!” I didn’t even try because I knew it wouldn’t fit. Besides with Dollie and four naked boys there with hard-on’s things could have gotten ugly.
--No way had another hour gone by! Hank returned telling us it was break time and we’d been playing around over another hour. Rosie would have gotten caught being fucked and maybe fired. We might have been kicked out for good. As we sat having a beer with Hank and the bunch, Dollie asked him “what if you’d caught some of us fucking?” Hank looked at Dollie and said ”well I suppose I would have had sloppy seconds.”
---Another amazing fingerfucking afternoon. I had been worried if Dollie could handle four young boys for an hour or so. Most of an afternoon of steady masturbation by those four boys, Hank, Rosie, and me. Dollie never once complained. As we walked to the bar room all thanked each other. Dollie got her tit feeling hugs. Someone asked her “Dollie ya want to go back in the playroom?” Seems like her first question was “with who?” Hank replied “with everyone at the table.” I’d swear Dollie’s answer was “yes.” Of course a couple of those old geezers nearby yelled “me too!” More goodbyes in the parking lot, stopped someplace alone to eat, back to the RV to fingefuck and fuck. The end of a fantasy Sunday. Let us pray!