We quickly made our way over to the pool area for a look-see. It was enormous! Beautifully back-lit, with a large water-bar out in the middle, several people either standing chest deep, or on water stools while sipping on drinks. All about, others either floated in specially designed float-chairs that looked next to impossible to tip over. But even more functionally perhaps, was how easy it appeared to sit in one, especially if one was in the mood for a bit of oral pleasure while simply sitting there. More than one woman sat,
floating about with either a man or woman between her legs, orally servicing her. One or two men were as well, which again to me looked quite exciting as well as relaxing in a way, and I made a mental note that we would indeed eventually try it out. Though for the moment at least, we decided to venture on, and now head over towards the “Black Hole” and find out what the mystery to this place was all about.
It was easy enough to find. Already a line of people stood waiting to get in as we joined them. The sound of wild music easily heard coming from inside. It didn’t take long, and we were soon entering what appeared to be the entry painting chamber. All kinds of colorful paint-pots, spray cans and brushes stood available for everyone as they stood adorning themselves in whatever patterns or desires they liked. Maya had me just splatter her with a few different colors for the most part, though careful to stay away from her face and head, as most everyone else seemed to be doing as well.
“How about a Smurf cock?” She grinned, soon after adorning my cock in blue from balls to tip, along with several other wild vivid colors, lines and streaks everywhere else. We were soon ready, and then entered into another long dark hallway, the sounds ahead much more easily heard now, the lights beyond hinting at what we’d already come to expect. It was truly an amazing sight. The black lights themselves are far different,
perhaps that what I was used to, or expecting. The room itself pitch black, even the furniture which we could barely even see was all black. Couches, chairs, some sort of twin bed platforms on a small stage, each one of which already had a myriad of people scrambling around on it. And then next to it, a wide open area, many people dancing, or simply standing there touching one another. Though it was actually hard to make much of anyone’s actual shapes out.
It was all about the light, and the crazy designs everyone was wearing that stood out, quite the bizarre sight to see. Flickering psychedelic images, body parts, some wildly painted, others only hinting at an image here or there, actually looking in some ways as missing or unattached, almost floating nearby, looking a bit macabre then in some ways, yet eerily erotic.
Maya and I had already discussed this earlier, deciding that once we came in, we’d head out to the dance floor, start there, and then just let things naturally happen, in whatever manner that they took. We were here after all to experiment, have a good time, and really let our hair down so to speak. Not too surprisingly, it didn’t take long as we stood there when someone came up from behind my wife, his or her hands reaching around to cup her paint splattered breasts, traces of the paint just barely showing through fingers as they clasped each,
squeezing and cupping them. I then felt someone myself, suddenly reaching behind me, beneath my legs, slowly starting to stroke my cock. And then someone else, kneeling below me, though at first I hadn’t even realized it, they wore little if any body paint at all, looking more like a disjointed shadow as my blue cock suddenly disappeared into someone’s mouth.
By the time I looked up again, I saw that Maya was being carried off by two people towards one of the raised platform beds. She’d obviously be busy for a while, turning my attention back to the pleasure I was receiving as someone knelt before me, sucking my cock. It was then that I felt another presence however standing next to me, looking over, though only really seeing that it was a woman, one who wore very little body paint.
Just white colored areolas with purple colored nipples, though the most startling contrast appeared to be the fact she had thoroughly soaked her pussy in bright pink paint, which stood out as though again disembodied, this cunt…seemingly hovering there in space as she stood openly displaying it for me. I reached down, enjoying the feel of her wet slippery grove as I began finger-fucking her, someone else now saddling up as well, leaning over to begin sucking on one of her breasts,