Annette sobbed in-between sloppy munches of Anika's pulsing pink hood,
"IT'S LIKE HE'S FLIPPING MY INSIDES!... OHHHH AAAAGGHHH! I'M SOOOO CLO-O-O-SE!"
"I AM TOO GIRL! EEEEYYAAHHHHH"
Anika wailed back at her friend as the two women diddled and munched the twat and clit in front of their faces while thick angry dicks split their guts.
It didn't take long now. The men were ferociously churning the female entrails that encased their dicks. The women greedily sucked and gobbled one another's fleshy-hooded quim beans as their long fingers poked and prodded expertly at the puss-hole of the other ass-fucked cum-slut. It all lasted about another two minutes or so, then...
HEEEEEYAAAGGHHH OH ANNIEEEEE! I'm CUMMMING AAAGGHH!
Annette wailed desperately; her own fingers now fisting sawing, in and out of the blonde's puss-hole as if she was trying to set it on fire with fevered friction! She splattered Anika's hand and face in a hot downpour of briny puss piddle. A split second later and Anika released a piping hot geyser of her own girlie-gasmic juices straight up into Annette's faces as the tortured torsos of the two women bucked and thrashed.
Not to be outdone, Ted and Fabio's faces became triumphant masks of sexual rage; carnal snarls that signaled colossal explosions occurring deep down in their testicles. Fabio shook his head from side to side, his normal genial smile replaced by blissful agony as his cock sent jet after hot jet of jungle jism straight up into Anika's pretty poo-pucker. Just a split second later, Ted roared and pulled Annette's rump down upon his rectum wrecker of a cock as he came hard, sending a hot blast of salty man-butter up into her still-quaking pink ass-tunnel.
Annette and Ted rolled one way as Fabio and Anika rolled another onto the carpeted floor of the limousine. The couples spooned in two heaps of cuddling sweaty steaming post-orgasmic flesh, the only sound being that of everyone's lungs trying to claw oxygen out of the very air around them after having exerted themselves so rigorously.
Soon the panting gave way to giggles which were apparently contagious; as soon everyone's pheromones and endorphins (combined with the post climactic release of tension) served to tickle everyone's funny bones in just the right way. The giggles became chuckles. Then someone asked what had been so funny. A voice replied with a joke that has been lost in the annals of time but there was an uproarious explosion of laughter that resulted from all four parties, that was only interrupted by a rap on the limousine window.
Annette popped open the door. Three smiling pretty heads peered into the car; those belonging to none-other than the pretty pair of Brazilian bombshells, Gisele and Sandra; as well as that of the ever-mischievous Shelby. The three had come down to the car just as Annette had requested. They were up to no good and they expected to find as much within the car; by the looks of everything they were not disappointed.
Annette explained to them that she had two hungry bored limousine drivers who needed food, frolicking, and further fucking. Anika interrupted by informing the girls that ALL of these activities were to be found up the hill at her house. The three pretty heads nodded.
Ted remembered the words of his mate Tony in the back of his mind and protested vehemently. He was after all...
an oak
as you may remember. Shelby, Gisele, and Sandra were keen to display their forestry skills however; springing their naked forms through the door, uprooting the oak, and pulling him out of the car before taking him up the hill, (with Shelby and Sandra pulling him by each arm). Fabio was far more compliant, having decided to go quietly with Gisele riding him piggyback.
Before Annette allowed them to leave she made a slight wardrobe adjustment for the two chauffeurs. They were not allowed to retrieve their clothes but Ms. Bishop did have them both wear their driver's caps - and their black bowties! The two drivers looked quite dapper she thought; in a
Chippendales meets nudist colony
sort of fashion. She and Anika laughed the whole way up the hill, following close behind them and slapping Ted in the bum for sake of their own amusements.
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Inside up at the bar fifteen minutes later Reggie met with Anika. There was a brief conspiratorial conversation. She looked over at Prue and Amanda sipping their drinks at the bar and said to him running a hand down the television producer's red chest hairs,
"Thirty minutes then?" She kissed him and nibbled his lip.
"I'll have them both upstairs at your bedroom," he replied.
"Good," she said, "I'll round up the others." She turned and left for the dance floor.
Out on the floor Anika found Annette. She was dancing with Dexter in her usual fashion; not much dancing - just a lewd shuffle with the ever smiling West Indian's cock up her pussy, grinding her from behind and cupping her teats. Anika told them of her plans. She was met immediately by a pair of nodding heads.
Anika then scanned the crowd for Ted. He was there alright but not exactly in plain sight anymore; almost like he'd evaporated. One minute he and Fabio had been dancing next to Annette and Dexter with Shelby, Sandra, and Gisele; the next minute he and Fabio were gone, (apparently taking Shelby and the two lovely Brazilians with them). Anika glanced all around in the crush of bodies but saw him nowhere. A second later however Annette pointed to the rim of the pit.
"There they are!" she laughed and clapped her hands. She was happy to see the two drivers were like two ducks who'd taken to the water of a pond instantly.
Up on the rim of the pit in between the heaving bodies, stood a broadly smiling Ted and Fabio; resplendent in their driver's caps and bowties, and dirty-dancing with Sandra and Gisele. Shelby, perky little puckish pixie that she was; danced in between the two naughty couples (who like Annette and Dex were executing more of a shuffling standing fuck than real dancing). Their appearance over the boiling cauldron of fornicating bodies and frantically undulating ravers gave them the appearance of two South-sea island witch doctors presiding over some great fertility rite; in which there were hundreds of devoted participants!
"Shall I try to retrieve them for you?" Annette asked her blonde BFF hostess.
"No," said Anika being thoughtful, "let them party out here on the floor. This thing in my bedroom will be like a meal with many courses. It will take time to round up everyone anyhow." She shot her arm out into the crush of partiers and pulled in Brad in for a dance, (who was now wearing not only his boots but also a toy pistol belt and a little red cowboy hat that the mercilessly mischievous Annette was forcing him to wear after she'd snatched them off from one of the bartenders).
"Besides," Anika continued, "I have an appetizer right here for the first course. I like the boots pistols and the hat by the way...
nice touch girl!"
"I missed my calling as a decorator or a clothing designer!" Annette observed in between heartfelt grunts as Dexter's cock slewed in and out of her juicy quim from behind!
For his part, Brad felt absolutely ridiculous and absurd. He was grateful however that there were no tricycles anywhere to be found or he was certain Annette would have him ride that around as well. Well, he couldn't complain. He'd just finished dancing with the two buxom buck-naked blonde Russian harlots who found his cowboy outfit a complete turn-on!
They'd approached him earlier and immediately wrangled the faux cowpoke into dancing. He knew the "code of the West" forced him to oblige; especially when the two drop dead gorgeous St. Petersburg sluts-for-hire turned around and twitched their bums at him. There before his very eyes;
he saw two lovely silver fox-tail butt-plugs that matched the women's furry raver boots.
The Russian beauties batted their blue-green eyes at him and displayed a special trick; flicking their tails back and forth with a shake of their asses as though they were anatomically attached! He accepted the dance in the spirit of East-West relations
and his enthusiasm for animal husbandry.
Once the dance was over, the two "Silver Foxes" secured a promise from Brad that he'd meet them later-on before they skittered off into the crushing tide of ravers.
