It was an integrated biker club in Indiana, but their 12 bikes had been impounded pending a court case, and all they had left was a chop shop and a big, old schoolbus that they had outfitted with a bar and some beds which doubled for partying and sleeping. They also had a TV that was hardly ever watched except for sports events.
Late one night, one of the chicks, named Jellybuns, whom they about to party with in the bus, had found a documentary, and kept waving them off in order to see more.
Somebody get me nuther drink before we start, she slurred as the TV show unfolded to expose the outrageous happenings in a New Jersey town named Sexton.
The camera panned a late night street scene showing women running around, obviously drunk and either partially or fully naked crotches and breasts blurred with dancing pixels flagging down cars filled with men. The audio captured introductions, Hey softnesscat, where ya gooin? Thash what I was gonna ask you.
Were lookin for a party. You gonna be our party? How many guysh in there? Theres 3 of us. Is that too many? Nooo, I think thad should work. Got any booze in there? Again the dancing dots hid the action going on in the van, but the sounds of love-making left nothing to the imagination.
Now, Jellybuns wasnt the only viewer. The show had drawn three quarters of the gang, Moose, Hammer, Killer Cujo, Beluga, Big Bull, Little Bull, Redneck, and Monsterall either standing, or perched on one of the shop stools or rickety folding chairs. The 3 others, Pole Cat, Avatar, and Badass were out getting dope, booze, and more chicks. Damn! We shoulda put a TV in the bus. We could be watchin this and playin Jellybuns at the same time, Hammer complained. You think this isnt turning me on too? whined Jellybuns holding out an empty glass past her hanging breasts to Little Bull who had a bottle for a refill. Black Moose moved in behind the big-boned, well-padded blonde and began giving her a backrub. Isnt Firefly supposed to come, too? Jellybuns asked as she immediately lowered the level in her drink.
How about Open House? These were 2 of Jellybuns best friends. Open House was a tall, Redhead with frizzy, big hair, and Firefly was a thinner version of Jellybuns with a long, foxy face. The girls were very close, meaning that they made sure no post-play love remained unsucked for long. Since they could outlast the 12 men, at least temporarily, the alcohol and drug inspired chicks augmented their partying with strap-on lengths. When the group returned their attention to the TV, the camera crew was going up the walk to a well-lighted, boisterously active house. The door was open, and a naked woman with swinging breasts and swiveling buns passed the line of vision to embrace a naked black man. Hey, look at that! Moose relished, Dey aint got no biases. Dats New Jersey, growled Big Bull, the other black club member. Dat aint happinin in Indiana.
While the dancing dots camera recorded the merging of the woman and the Black, another naked male approached the embracing couple and sandwiched the woman. The dancing dots ruined the show as the camera retreated to repeat the same approach to enough other roistering houses to convince the audience that Sexton was a swinging town. A naked woman with a glistening body ran drunkenly screaming out of one house to enter the one next door, at which point 2 of the men standing outside smoking followed her toggling soft place. Inside of a minute, screams in the same voice could be heard coming from inside of the house, only this time synchronized to a cadence that left no doubt that those men or others had caught up with her.
Oooohh this is too much for me! gasped Jellybuns, pressing Mooses black hands against her breasts. Lets go in the buss an get it on. Where the hell is this place? growled Beluga as he peeled off his chinos to display a sizeable erection in front of Jellybuns. We oughtta go there an show those bitches how to party. I think they know how to party. Lets all go there. Thats exactly what happened.
They found Sexton on a roadmap and decided to turn the buss into an orgymobile. They could paint the buss suggestive of a party on wheels and cruise Sextons streets like an ice cream truck. Hammer attached a Good Humor bell to draw housewives looking for something to suck on. Ripping out the seats and refitting the buss with beds and mats could have been accomplished in a day, but since they had been joined by Pole Cat, Avatar, and Badass along with 3 other women they had brought with them Firefly, Open house, and a new wide-assed chick, named, Belle, and nicknamed Belle Bottom the work often got interrupted to party. Finally the bus was ready, and using funds you dont want to ask how they came by, they stocked it with booze and drugs, and 12 bikers and 4 chicks took off for Sexton, NJ to meet that towns housewives growing needs for bodily pleasures.
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