Hank reminisces

"Come on, Pete! Give me a right-proper rogering!" Billy Royce encouraged in a faux English accent.

Peter started cracking up at Billy's antics, the situation may all the more absurd by the fact that his cock was several inches inside the rock star's asshole. This got Hank laughing too from his spot on the couch, sitting next to Peggy Wise, who was having a giggle fit of her own.

"Damn it, man, you're making it hard for me to concentrate," Peter protested between snickers.

Sandy Wise giggled too from her position kneeling on the floor. Having since gotten over initial shyness and starstruck shock, she was was currently sucking the tip of Billy's cock while fondling his balls. As a result the vibrations of her giggles sent a pleasant vibration down Billy's shaft.

"Seriously, chap! No show tomorrow, so I'd best expect you to make sure I don't walk straight, ya hear!?" Billy continued.

More laughing and giggling ensued, Sandy actually being **** to stop sucking as a burst of giggles escaped her mouth.

"If he's not up the task, ol' Bean, I'll make sure ya have proper satisfaction," Hank called back. His faux accent wasn't as good as Billy's, but they were all having fun so who cared.

"Damn it, Mr. Menard, not you too!" Peter protested, but that just got a fresh batch of new laughs.

"Hey!" Peggy playfully slapped Hank's chest. "You promised me another shot at that monster between your legs! I've been practicing with my vibrator. I know I can handle it better this time."

"And I'm a man of my word, Ms. Wise," Hank assured her. "I'm just offering my assistance."

"Don't put your eggs in one basket, Hank," Sally Walker teased, suddenly appearing in the room, unabashedly naked. "You still owe me a go."

"I'm impressed, Hank," Billy called back. "You've got a lot of admirers." Billy groaned as Peter, having recovered from his belly-laughs, starting thrusting again into Billy's ass.

"I do alright for myself, but I'm no rock star," Hank said humbly. He looked over at Sally. "How's Veevee?"

"Last I saw she was sitting on my husband's face," Sally said cheerfully, sitting down on the opposite side of Hank. "Pretty sure she was about to go to town on his cock before I decided to see what all the ruckus was about out here."

"Billy does this hilarious English accent," Peggy explained. By this time Sandy was now sucking on Billy's balls while stroking his cock as Peter continued to thrust into the rock star. "He had us all dying, and then Hank just had this awesomely bad rendition of his own!"

"Hey! It wasn't that bad!" Hank protested in faux indignation.

"Aw, don't get all red-faced, Hank." Sally brought her own hand down to start stroking Hank's cock. "At least not up there."

"Sandy, just saying, but Pete's got a great ass," Peggy said playfully as she admired the muscles of her sister's boyfriend's backside moving as he fucked Billy.

Sandy stopped sucking on Billy's balls long enough to respond. "Yeah, imagine waking up to it in the morning," she teased back.

"How is it I'm the guy plowing another dude, yet I'm the one that feels like a piece of meat here?" Peter asked, a bit befuddled.

"I've learned there are few things better in life than be objectified by beautiful women, Pete," Billy said, somehow coming across sagely with another man's dick in his ass.