Message-ID: <11549eli$9805232151@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: john_dark@anon.nymserver.com Subject: {RC}JDR"Funhouse"( FF mc )[1/1] Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <6k7huj$id4$1@sparky.wolfe.net> JOHN DARK REPOST The following story is posted for the entertainment of adults. If you are below the age of eighteen or are otherwise forbidden to read electronic erotic fiction in your locality, please delete this message now. The story codes in the subject line are intended to inform readers of possible areas that some might find distasteful, but neither the poster nor the author make any guarantee. You should be aware that the story might raise other matters that you find distasteful. You read at your own risk. 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If you keep the story, *PLEASE* keep the copyright disclaimer as well. ===================== DISCLAIMER : READ NO FURTHER IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 18 OR IF YOU ARE OFFENDED BY GRAPHIC DESCRIPTIONS OF SEXUAL ACTIVITY. All characters, situations, and locations are purely fictional. Archiving and reposting permitted ONLY if the COMPLETE, UNALTERED FILE, INCLUDING THIS DISCLAIMER, is included. Written 03/96 by RC. Comments and suggestions welcomed. ===================== "Funhouse" RC <74734.271@CompuServe.COM> Shelly and I stood in line, bored. We were at the amusement park with our husbands, who, like the little boys they were, had promptly disappeared into the huge arcade, leaving Shelly and I to ourselves. Such fun. I mean, come on, we're in our thirties. How much fun can the two of us have at an amusement park? Let's go on the roller coaster for the ninth time! Oh, boy, such fun. Here we were now at the funhouse. All sorts of lifelike zombies gazed back at us as we wove our way through the endless ropes leading to the entrance. Just two more people out of the hundreds who were waiting. Such fun. Finally we got to the end of the line. The attendant, a girl of maybe twenty, smirked at us. I don't know what she was thinking. She locked us in the car and started us on our way. I didn't notice her pressing a small, covered button on her control panel as we disappeared into the dark tunnel leading into the funhouse. We rumbled up a long, dark tunnel towards a large door lit every now and then by blinding flashes of light. Our eyes couldn't adjust to the rapid changes in the lighting, and within seconds, we couldn't see a thing even when the lights flashed. At the top of the tunnel, just as we were going to burst through the door, we stopped. Pitch black, no more flashing lights. A deep voice asked us to remain seated. We giggled. "Shit. This figures. Stuck in the damn funhouse. Watch out that the boogeyman doesn't sneak up on us!" Shelly laughed. With a jolt, we started again, but instead of going through the door, the car swung to the right and, after bursting through a smller door, began rolling downward. It was quite steep, almost like a small roller coaster, and we hung on tight. Just as quickly, we jerked to a stop. "Please remain seated with your arms and legs inside the car. The ride may resume at any time." But the voice was very different, a halting, stilted female voice. I looked towards Shelly, but couldn't even see her. We heard a humming sound, and soon realized there were speakers in the headrest of the car. Lights began flashing on the walls and cieling, not random blinding bursts of white, but soft colors in what seemed to be some sort of pattern. This was weird. Shit. I leaned back and sighed, resigned to the fact that I was going to spend the entire ride waiting for something to get fixed. Oh, well, at least the light show is neat. The colors continued their dance, the sound becoming a bit louder now as time passed. It was really quite relaxing, I thought. I sighed again and found myself yawning. I started imagining I heard voices. And there we sat, for God knows how long, with the lights and sounds washing over us. They were the only things we had, the wonderful colors and the humming, throbbing sounds from the speakers. I kept hearing that voice, or thinking I did. I yawned again, and dimly thought of Shelly. I had a weak urge to look at her, to see what she was doing, but to my great surprise, I was just too comfortable. I sat there, staring at the colors, listening to the sounds. For a long, long time, it seemed. After a while I forgot all about Shelly. I was so relaxed, so comfortable. Waiting wasn't so bad at all. Someone was standing next to me. I was a bit surprised that I wasn't at all surprised. My eyes were still focused on the whirling colors while the woman unlocked the bar on the car. She reached in and took my arm, which I discovered was quite limp. I allowed her to pull me out of the car, and noticed without really caring that another woman was removing Shelly from her side. The colors were fading slowly as we were led through a small door. I just walked quietly beside the woman, who held my hand as she would a child. We were in a small room. The woman spoke, her voice as artificial as the female voice we had heard before. "UNDRESS", she said. I just stood there as I wondered why I really did want to undress in front of her. Slowly, I looked around. Shelly was nowhere in sight. My mind was screaming at me to undress, but still I stood frozen in place, wondering why I wanted so badly to do something like that. The room went black. Then I found myself staring at a large, whirling multi-colored circle. It was so easy to just stare at it, feel myself being pulled into it, almost. "UNDRESS", the voice said again. Still staring at the wonderful colors, I slowly undressed. I stood there nude, fascinated by the spinning patterns. I felt her take my hand again, and as those colors, too, faded, I was led into another room. Shelly was there. Nude. Sitting on a bench. Staring at a whirling wheel of colors on the wall. Instantly, I found myself staring at it as well. I was pushed gently onto the bench, and Shelly and I sat there staring almost mindlessly at the bright colors on the wall opposite us. I don't know if it was the woman or more speakers, but I heard another halting female voice talking to us. I couldn't make out the words, at least conciously. Actually, my concious mind had long given up trying to figure out what was going on. Pitch darkness. Hands on my arms. I was helped to my feet and we walked for a little ways. I think Shelly was right behind me. We were in a dimly lit room with several other nude women. Shelly and I stood there without any curiosity whatsoever. One of them came towards us. "YOU AND YOU", she said, her lips not even moving. "FOLLOW ME." We obediantly followed her through yet another door and found ourselves standing beside the track the funhouse cars moved around on. "YOU WILL KNOW WHAT TO DO", she said, and disappeared back through the door, leaving Shelly and I standing there, nude. A funhouse car slowly passed by, the occupants staring at us in awe, eyes wide, mouths hanging open. I just watched without interest. Another car with several teenagers, who hooted and hollered as the guys tried to climb out of the car but were restrained by the bar and their girlfriends. The next car had two women in it. It stopped right in front of us. The women looked at us, waiting, and the bar on their car opened. A deep voice from the surrounding dimness declared that the ride was stopped and everyone should keep their arms and legs inside the cars. For some reason, Shelly and I climbed into the car with the women. I knelt in front of one woman, who spread her legs wide apart. Shelly was in front of the other woman, and I have no idea what she was doing. I found myself inhaling the scent of an aroused woman. All I could think of was burying my face between those long, tanned legs. So I did. I heard my woman moan softly. I had never licked a woman before, but I seemed to do all right. She tasted wonderful, her juices flowing freely as I brought her to orgasm. And another. And another. I felt her fingers in my hair, pulling, twisting, and I kept on sucking, licking her throbbing clit. The car moved. And kept moving. As it shuddered along it's steel pathway, the woman's body shuddered as she came again and again. I could hear faint cries from other people in the funhouse, I could hear the canned laughter and mechanical howls. And I heard my woman, MY woman, crying out in ecstacy. The car came to a stop. I paused as well, somehow knowing I was done. I climbed out of the car as the women, panting, rearranged their clothing. Shelly was beside me again, and we stood there, nude, our faces covered with love juices, as the car started moving again and disappeared. I heard something behind me and felt a hand on my arm. Shelly and I allowed ourselves to be led back into another room. I think we had already been in it, because there were other nude women in it. We passed through that room into another, where we found our clothing in neat piles. "DRESS." Automatically, we did. Then there was a woman standing in front of me, staring into my eyes. Her eyes seemed to spin, to whirl, much like the patterns on the walls had. I felt myself falling into them, falling, falling. I felt so comfortable, so wonderful. "SLEEP", I heard her say. It was still dark. Shelly and I sat there waiting impatiently for the ride to resume. Finally, with a terrific jolt, the car plowed through the large door at the top of the tunnel. We were on our way. About half way through the funhouse, Shelly grabbed my arm and pointed. "JESUS!!! Look at that!!!!" I looked in that direction and my eyes widened. Two nude women stood there, staring vacantly at the cars as they passed by. What the HELL????? Shelly and I stared at them until we rounded a corner, then looked at each other in disbelief. "Think they're on drugs, or just crazy?", Shelly laughed. I laughed too, but something was tugging at me in the back of my mind. Oh, well. We finally got off the ride and found our husbands. "Where the hell were you?", they demanded. They had been searching for us for two hours. Shelly and I looked at each other and shrugged. "The funhouse was really screwed up. We just sat there, bored." We grinned at each other as we remembered the crazy naked women, but for some reason, I decided not to mention them. Shelly looked at me strangely for a moment, then turned to her husband and asked how he had done at the arcade. *** THE END *** RC ================================================================= "Funhouse" RC -30- -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----