HOOKED ON FINGERING #2 Game 19 Ch29
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, but in smaller groups of one or two, 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, I still drove the Malibu. It was only a few days after the above game with Mikey. Mikey told his three friends all of the details about his adventures with Dollie and Helen at the strip club.
Let's just say we were 46 and 44 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.
Before, and mostly since, partners were the same age and as much as 20 or more years older than us. I felt more comfortable with the older age group.
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 boys, Dollie, I, and who knows how many others, were 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. I was worried and afraid. These multiple young partners were thrilling Dollie more than either of us could have ever imagined. Now it was relatively safe in those private rooms.
These games with a woman I had to beg and tease for years just to show her naked body. Dollie went from showing her slit to showing her wide spread cunt. After she got the first taste of finger fucking 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 plan was 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. Like many other afternoons, had we left then the afternoon would have been one to write home about.
But who do you write about things like this? Of course, other perverts! 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 whore, 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. He grabbed her titties, lifted them out of her blouse and fondled them. Of course being Hank, he left those titties hanging free. 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 a 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!
