Story 29 #3
“That's for the blue circle, just over there,” and sure enough, as Dicky turned his attention away from the girl, he saw a blue lighted circle– with, you guessed it…
“Oh god!” Tabitha gasped again, apparently quite shocked by every visual that greeted her eyes. “He's taking it in the… the…”
“The ass!” Dicky announced with a wincing finger point. “Remind me not to step in there,” he laughed.
“Pink is for ladies, blue is for men, and white…” The deep voice trailed off.
Some loud grunts, shouts, and slapping noises came from off in the corner.
Sure enough, a white circle… with a number of men and women inside giving each other everything they could muster.
Weiners in vaginas, weiners in buttholes, male and female, mouths, and even a few attempts at getting into the ears or in a chubby girl's belly button.
“That is a A LOT of fucking!” Dicky confessed, shaking his head in disbelief. “This place is great!”
“Uhh,” Tabitha squeaked. “Is there a place that's not so…”
“Public and dirty?” The other man smirked. “You bet, we've got several private rooms, voyeur rooms, and a number of other specialty rooms.”
“I think that's what we'd li–” Tabitha began.
However, Dicky quickly cut in, “Well, maybe just a voyeur room… so people can watch us, too! But, I don't want any dicks sneaking into my ass – not again, anyway…”
It was a questionable ending comment, but no one felt the need to press him on it. Not during this moment, at least. She might save that for a future argument, a quick little trump card to pull out when all of her points have been thoroughly disproven and defeated.
And with that out of the way, Tabitha made a mental note not to go near any of the circles.
She would avoid them as a scared traveler might sidestep around a crocodile-infested pond.
A pond with many large poles and wandering, debauched eyes…
each set tracking her along as if she were a fatted hen or succulent swine.
“I'll be sure to avoid that one,” Tabitha said, tilting her head away from the white circle.
Dicky gave her a little nudge on the elbow. “I'm not so sure about that one, sweetie,” he laughed.
Though in truth, Dicky had no intention of offering his wife up as a nameless hole to be filled by other well-endowed or shrimp-willied ruffians that were lustily filtering about in the establishment.
No, he much preferred his wife all to himself. Although, he did enjoy teasing her a bit... but, only to the reasonable point of making her rather uncomfortable.
Something about seeing Tabitha squirm with awkwardness, oh yes! How it managed to send a jolt of excitement down to his cock and so, when his wife took on an expression of shock and repulsion, Dicky smiled.
“Now,” he said. “Let's go see something good we can find.”
The big man who was with them patted both Dicky and Tabitha, together, on the shoulder.
“Now you're talking,” he said in that deep, rough voice. “Let me show you the back rooms a little bit. You might find those a bit more newbie-friendly.”
Dicky nodded. “Lead the way, cowboy, yee-haw!”
And with that, our three heroes sauntered off toward the rear, where yes, another curtain greeted them. This time, there was another burly fellow waiting by the opening. Perhaps even stouter and more imposing than the one out front.
Tabitha and Dicky’s tour guide gave the gruff man a quick gesture, causing him to step aside with a graceful wave of his meaty hand. Rather impressive, she thought. Just who was this character leading them all around the place?
“Back this way,” their guiding friend said. “So all your dreams might come true, big fella,” he laughed, giving a wry smile to Dicky.
The man's eyes didn't linger there for long, as he soon allowed them to drift over to Tabitha.
She felt his piercing gaze. Penetrating her.
In such a fashion that it might as well have been the man's hard throbbing willy sliding into her vagina!
Ripping it apart! …Well, OK, perhaps not quite that penetrating.
Though, I will say, she did feel the power of his stare. More than a little discomfort, in fact.
Still, Tabitha couldn’t help but find herself aroused…
both by the man’s suggestive comment and the debauched atmosphere of this unique place.
Surrounded by all sorts of sex acts… The odd sounds, the powerful smells and, oh lord, the spectacles!
It was as if something she had always fantasized about, something she had always wondered, something that she had often touched herself thinking about…
started to become a very real possibility.
And more than that... They might even come true on this night of lustful activity!
Dicky’s face, meanwhile, grinned from ear to ear as he pictured all those naughty scenes of sex and filth.
The very ones that, so often and so frequently, filled his dreams.
And as they moved forward, Dicky caught his wife's eye and held it, letting her know he was fully prepared to embark on his journey in which there would be no coming back from.
The crossing of a sacred threshold, one of matrimony that, once breached, would never be restored to what it was before.
“Ohh fuck,” Tabitha moaned, maybe more to herself, maybe more to the room, maybe more to the universe.
Or even God himself! Nobody could be sure.
But, whoever she was saying it to, they knew precisely what she felt.
And so, once more, she walked through a dark hallway that extended in both directions.
Looking down this new corridor, Tabitha saw only a few bluish lights lit the way.
Illuminating what appeared to be perhaps a dozen doors or so.
And above each door rested a little light.
Some were red lights. Some were green lights.
“Green light,” their guide said, pointing to the nearest. “Free to fuck in. Red light--”
“Already being fucked in?” Dicky offered.
“Bright fellow,” the man nodded.
He then ushered them onward until the trio approached their first green light. For being such a simple task, it certainly left Tabitha feeling quite stressed! Yet another obstacle was being lifted from her path of newfound debauchery. Part of her hated it… the other side loved it!
On the door was a small sign that said, BUSY FUCKING – SO, FUCK OFF! Their guide took hold of this and flipped it over to reveal the backside, which said WANT TO HELP US FUCK?! THEN BANG REAL LOUD!
“Some people like to put on a show,” The fellow announced. “If you don't,” he paused, looking over at Tabitha. “Then be careful which way you hang this. You might get a stranger looking for some action.”
“That's good to know,” Tabitha nodded, shaking her head side to side.
As a feeling of fsear and dread overtook her body.
And in that second, she wondered if it would be better to drop everything and run for the exit.
To get out while she still had the chance!
Or to follow the mysterious character inside...
To take one more step forward into a life of untold decadences.
Fortunately, Dicky, helped make the choice for her, yet again.
“Quick,” he nudged on her back while planting a slap on that juicy ass.
Like a well-trained mule, Tabitha lurched ahead, entering the nearest empty room.
The door swung open, silent as anything, to reveal a whole lot of… white! For this particular room was done mainly all in white colors and white decor. One of those fancy, sleek, and modern looks.
Ah, yep you guessed it, a white floor… white walls, a large white bed with white sheets. The mattress and pillows resting atop were all white as well.
Oh yes, and a white chair positioned beside the bed. Young Tabitha had never seen any like it before. An oddly shaped piece of furniture, with some weird curves and bends to it. A long, almost S-shaped design in a way. Like a small ramp and curved out on one end.
“What's that?” She inquired.
The big man replied, turning his attention in the direction of her figure. “A sex chair, sweetie.”
“Ohhhh,” she tilted her head rearward. “Ok…”
“It makes all your positions more comfortable,” the man informed her.
“When you get fucked. Face down, ass up. Back down, vagina up. Pussy to the sky. Sideways feet up, mouth up. Stick your head up. Bum to the wall. Eyes to the balls. Whatever you want to stick in the fucking air and fuck up! You can ride them. Drill you.
You can get pounded in every hole without even having a sore back the next day.”
“Big hit with the old timers?” Dicky laughed, grabbing at his lower back feigning some type of injury.
“Well, you should see it on Senior night,” the guide winked.
“Grandma’s like to get down, too?” Dicky inquired, leaning forward a bit.
“Ohh, honey!” Tabitha shook her head in shame. “He's clearly just joking. Tell him you’re just joking.”
“No, ma'am,” the fellow replied in a serious tone. “I'm telling nothing but the truth. These grandmas can fuck and ride for hours. Never underestimate an experienced slut.”
“I learned that a few years ago…” Dicky winced, still rubbing at his lower back.
“Uh-huh…” The man nodded, before continuing on with his story.
“They just need a line of grandpas to keep fucking ‘em.
The men tire out a lot quicker than the ladies do.
I'll tell you something else… More often than not, the guys banging these old gals are much younger than you'd expect.
Down here, giving grannies a real thrill of a lifetime.”
“You're kidding!” Tabitha gasped.
“Not even close,” he shook his head. “After seeing an 85-year-old granny take 6 hard cocks – just in one hole!”
“6 cocks!? Wow!” Dicky slapped his knee in astonishment. “How many do you think you can take, honey?”
In a well-trained fashion, Dicky ducked the slap his wife had attempted to hit him with.
“Ohh, Dicky, shut the hell up!” His wife blushed. “I only take yours… I only take his!”
She grabbed the owner's arm and pulled him in close to repeat her last comment.
“I only take his cock. Just his. I mean, is there some kind of shirt or a hat or like a bracelet or anything I can wear that says that? So I can I let people know I only take my husband's cock?! I don't want any other cocks around me. I only want his touching me.
I don't want any penises going or coming or anything in my direction.”