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A common characteristic of people who deal drugs - the smart ones
anyway - is that they do not talk about themselves. They are
friendly and are easy to talk to, but after a chat you won't know
anything they don't want you to know - which won't be much.  

They don't share - it's just good business to be very private.
Their women are almost always borderline crazy.  They are
insanely jealous of other women and have a real need to be the
center of attention.  Drug addiction is a given.  Daddy issues
and a prior history of sexual abuse are common.  They can be
catty bitches that tend to be passive aggressive and do not often
make good company. (At least not for anyone that doesn't have a
penis.)

When you get a room full of dealers and their girlfriends, the
combination of cool aloofness and passive aggressive behavior can
make for a weird vibe. That's just how it is.  It can get better
when you mix in lots of drugs and alcohol, but that only lasts
for a while, and when they sober up its back to business as
usual.

So for us, a group of dealers and girlfriends who had sent the
day stoned and naked and night drunk and listening to each other
fuck, it made for an awkward morning.  Hangovers, vague
embarrassment and a case of "what the fuck did I do last night"
were the order of the day.  It was like we all were doing the
walk of shame around each other.

We downed aspirins. We did a morning "pick me up" line or two.  A
few of us popped a beer or smoked a joint to mellow out.  Few of
us ate anything.  Then it was time to load up the trucks and go
back to the pot fields.

Our army had grown by three overnight and those three happened to
climb into the back of the same truck as my boyfriend and I. 
From the moment I met them, it was plain they were markedly
different in attitude and dress than the rest of the crowd.

The only male of the three introduced himself to me as Jerry and
it was obvious Dennis knew him already. It turned out he actually
owned the ranch house we were staying in. He'd been away to do
some errands, but he was back for the work.  Jerry was about 50
with graying hair and beard and skin that had seen too much sun
for his age.  He smiled and was pleasant, but had a hard edge to
him that scared me a little.

His girl was "Gilley."  Short for Gilda.  I remember that because
he said she'd shortened it to avoid all the inevitable SNL
character impressions that came with the name. (There was an
SNL actress named Gilda Radner then that did some big
characters.)  She had the look of a mid-30s hippy complete with
the 70's peasant dress and round framed glasses, and kinky black
hair that was almost slightly cartoonish it was so wild.  Somehow
it worked for her.

The third in the group was a young girl introduced as Candy.  She
was so small and waif-like she looked all of around 14, but her
style and manner hinted that she was probably much older and
highly educated.  Her clothes - a pair of simple jeans and a Tom
Petty concert tee shirt, would let her look in place at a high
school or university campus anywhere.

Unlike the other people we were staying with, the girls were
friendly and generally pleasant companions.  Being around them, I
found my hangover dissipate and my attitude improved. The trip
out to the fields seemed to go much faster than the prior day.
I hadn't thought about the impact of Jerry actually owning the
place so I was surprised at first when we got to the fields. From
the time the trucks stopped, he began barking orders regarding
offloading supplies and disarming booby-traps.

Gilley and Candy took roles as well, playing hostesses by passing
around a few joints and "bullets" full of some white powder that
might have been a mix of coke and crank as it gave quiet a jolt
but also produced kind of a nice euphoria.  Stoned and happy we
all took to the fields again.

Unlike the day before with the continual stops for smoke-outs and
the skin show from the girls, this was a true workday.  Our new
companions worked the fields like they did it all the time, and
that work ethic rubbed off on everyone.  By a few hours in, most
everyone was near naked again - it really was fucking hot - but
there was none of the voyeuristic feel of the day before. (Well,
at least not until Candy started taking off her clothes.  She was
so young looking that it was uncomfortable - especially when we
all realized she had no pubic hair - which wasn't common then.)
We worked our asses off until the service vehicles were stacked
high with bags of freshly harvested grass, then climbed into the
truck beds and took off for home.

On the long trip back, I learned a bit more about the couple who
owned the ranch.  They were remarkably open people for our
profession.  He had been a modestly successful rock musician with
a group that had a big hit and toured for almost 30 months in
support of the album.  He'd been smart enough to know that fame
was fleeting and had saved enough to buy the ranch.

She was a Penn State student that met Jerry one night and decided
to play groupie traveling with the band. That had been more than
a decade before.

Little was said of Cindy, other than she came from California.
She was something of an enigma.  I liked her, but I remember I
sensed a pain in her smile.

Once we got back to the ranch, we piled out and the trucks
disappeared into the barn for unloading.  A keg of beer on ice
appeared along with bags of BBQ charcoal, potato chips and a tray
of steaks.  The music fired up as did a steady round of marijuana
cigarettes and a small powdered mirror.  Few were partaking of
the powder because they didn't want to spoil dinner as we were
all hungry after a rare day of manual labor.

With the exception of Jerry and a few of the "hands" (their words
for the drivers and gunmen that obviously guarded the fields year
around) everyone sat around and chatted, and I was surprised to
see Gilley give Dennis (my boyfriend) special attention.  They
seemed to be old friends - which surprised me.  Dennis was
remarkably open and acted like a sociable human for a change. It
was interesting to watch.

We ate. We drank.  I managed to spill most of a beer on myself
and got up to change.  Gilley followed me in and we chatted about
this and that while I removed my wet clothes and scrambled around
looking for something dry to wear.

Gilley asked me if I was up for a party and I said sure. She
grabbed me by the hand and pulled me through the house topless
and only in panties to her bedroom.  This was mildly
embarrassing, but there were only a few people indoors. (The men
stared and the women glared as might be expected.  If Gilley
noticed at all, she didn't show it.)

We entered her bedroom and she opened up her oversized closet and
dragged me in to look around. It was the first time I had ever
seen a real walk-in closet outside of TV.  There were more
clothes than I had owned in my entire life there and an
upholstered bench to sit on while putting on shoes.  I was pretty
amazed.

I remember Gilley saying she wanted to dress up.  "Let's be the
belles of the ball."  She grabbed a dress of the rack and threw
it to me, and pulled her dress over her head and dropped it on
the floor. Her underwear - top and bottom - followed.
She rifled through the rack and found a beautiful black cocktail
dress with silver seams and an ornate bow on the back. She
slipped it on over her head and the change was simply stunning. 
In one motion, it was like she transformed from a Woodstock
refugee into a New York sophisticate.

She selected another equally dazzling number and threw it over to
me. It was gorgeous black dress - thin jet black silk with a low
scooped front and a billowing skirt bottom with this white
chiffon frill layered under that stuck out just enough to be
seen.  I admired it for a minute or two before I even dared to
consider putting it on.  It was the prettiest dress I think I had
ever seen.

Finally, Gilley broke the spell by grabbing the dress and simply
pulling it on over my head, laughing at my shock as I gawked at
myself in the mirror. I don't think I'd worn a dress for a couple
of years before that.

She was not as big as me up top and I wasn't quite as big as her
at the hips, and although her dress fit, it was almost obscenely
tight up top but the bottom looked like a little girls dress from
their first dance recital.  I had to admit I looked pretty
fucking good.

She rooted around and came up with some heels that fit well
enough for me to walk in.  (I never thought to ask her why she
had shoes of many sizes in her closet.)

Finally, we topped it all off with comically long strings of
pearls - obviously fake - and she said we looked like we might be
at home in any upscale Manhattan martini bar.

(I'd never been to Manhattan - or even had a martini.)

We were about to walk out the door when I felt Gilley pulled on
my arm to slow me down. In a quick move she reached under the
dress and pulled the band down on my panties, jerking them all
the way to the floor in one move.

"Honey," she laughed, "If you're going to start wearing the
little black dress, you're going to have to learn a thing or two
about the best way to accessorize!"

The giggle after the statement was deep and throaty and naughty
and it touched me in places most people can't touch.  I stepped
out of the pants in a mild shock and just kept following her,
though I probably would have gone for her panties too except I
knew she wasn't wearing any.

We exited the house to hoots and cat whistles.  Being adorned in
a similar manner to the hostess, I was enlisted to assist and
Gilley and I scampered around refilling beer mugs and emptying
ashtrays while helping ourselves to lines of coke.  I watched
guys' eyes and we were suddenly getting all the attention.  I
have to admit I enjoyed it.

I caught Dennis looking from across the way too, and he looked
like he really appreciated the view. I hadn't seen THAT look from
him in a while.  Like every woman in the world, I appreciated it
more than anything else.  It felt good to really feel desired by
him again.

So it got a little darker, everyone got a little friendlier, the
music got a little longer, and everyone was one big happy
dysfunctional family again.  As would be expected with the
girlfriends, our grabbing attention made them jealous, so a pair
of them that had came together started "dirty dancing" as a
twosome and another was rubbing against her guy pretty obscenely,
but all eyes still seemed to be on Gilley and I.

At some point, Jerry came back from wherever he had been
(probably getting more coke since we had done the last of it) and
Gilley, who had been refilling someone's beer, leaned across to
give him a kiss.  As she leaned over I noticed that in bending at
the waist the dress rose up as she moved, exposing the underside
of her lady parts.

I had been wearing a dress just a bit shorter than hers and had
made that same move perhaps a dozen times in the last hour.  I
was so embarrassed at the time to realize that I had probably
been putting on the same show for the men who sat around the
tables and suddenly understood why we had been so popular.

I knew that most of this group has seen me naked anyway, but
looking at Gilley I realized that a flash of naked cunt from
under an expensive, classy dress is 100 times hotter than simply
being naked - new knowledge that I stored for a later time when
it would come in handy. (Which is a story for another time.)  I
also realized that Dennis probably saw it all and hadn't said a
word.

It was getting late for a group of people who had done more
physical labor earlier in the day than they usually end up doing
in a week.  The white powder was flowing though, so instead of
getting up and going to bed, people were just mellow and maybe
laughing just a little too hard at others jokes.

I scanned the crowd and realized that I hadn't seen Cindy in
hours, and given that I had been helping out Gilley figured she
just took advantage of the time off and was living her own life.
(Lacking any real details on her, I had decided in my own mind
that Cindy must work for Gilley and Jerry.)

In order to be near the coke that was being passed around, we
re-arranged the tables into one big long one, and Gilley and
Jerry held court from one end.  We were all stoned and getting
more so, so when Gilley suggested a game of "spin the bottle," it
seemed delightfully juvenile.  We spun an empty whisky fifth a
few times before realizing it didn't work since we weren't in a
circle. The bottle rarely pointed directly at anyone.

That game abandoned,  Gilly suggested "Big Secrets"  instead. 
Each player at the table shared an intimate or embarrassing
secret and if the other players thought it was untrue or just
plain lame and unexciting, you had to take a shot.  It was easy
enough, so we all went around the table and took a turn.
One of the girls volunteered that she had dropped out of high
school in the 11th grade, which was a year later than I had. 
Another spoke seeing her first hard one when she caught her
brother masturbating when she was 10.  Dennis told the story of
how he was on acid and accidently wet his pants because he forgot
how his zipper worked.  (Unfortunately, I knew this one was
true.)  A guy said that he was beaten up and almost raped by two
guys the first time he went to jail on a petty theft charge.  

There were others - most less memorable, but it was a good social
lubricant and most of the stories had a tinge of sex to them.
When it was my turn, I admitted that I had run away from home at
16 and lived on the streets for a year until Dennis invited me to
live with him.  No one seemed impressed, but no one called
bullshit.  When it was Gilley's turn, she took a slug of her beer
and said, "Not often, but once in a while, I really like it in
the ass" which brought a round of riotous applause.  Jerry, next,
brought some laughs when he said "I like it in her ass too."  We
all booed him into a drink, and the circle started again for
another round.

The ice broken by Gilley, the next round of confessions were a
little more outrageous and dirty.  One girl had the depressing
news her stepbrother had molested her throughout her teen years.
(An all too common story with women I knew.)  A guy told of his
lust for his childhood friend's mom and how it manifested in his
breaking into their house and stealing her underwear.  A third
spoke of getting caught having sex by her parents in their den
when she was 14.

Another few forgettable secrets later it was my turn again, and I
volunteered that I used to sleep with a girlfriend in high
school, which was true.   This was a popular answer - much more
enthusiastic than I had expected - and brought a round of
applause.

And on it went. Perversions.  Depravity. Molestation. Virginity
loss and other "first time" stories.  All of it thrown around
casually and who knows how much was real.  (I forget most of the
other secrets, though one girl's was "I never ever wear panties"
and every guy drank to that.)

Eventually, the game broke up as a few couples drifted off. 
Gilley stood up and started to clean up and I jumped up to help.
Used plates, abandoned glasses and full ashtrays were stacked and
trashed, and we worked for a long time before I realized that
Dennis was no where to be seen.  I figured he'd gone to bed.
I wasn't tired because of all the coke I'd been doing, but
decided it might be fun to join him in bed for other reasons. I
went into the house and thought about getting my clothes and
dropping Gilleys dress in her room, but figured it might
encourage Dennis to fuck me so I kept it on.

I went up to our bedroom, opened the door to find Dennis wasn't
alone. Three of the ranch hands where there with him, along with
Cindy. All of them were undressed.  One was standing in front of
Cindy. She was on her hands and knees on the bed and he had his
cock in her mouth.  Dennis was behind her and was fucking her.
It was a shock..though not unexpected as you might think.

I knew Dennis wasn't completely monogamous, and I had caught
Dennis fucking other girls a few times in the past. Not often,
but it happened.

I hated it and it hurt me sometimes, but it didn't happen often
and wasn't worth leaving him for. (I had nowhere else to go
anyway.)  We just pretended it didn't happen and lit another
joint. That was just the way we dealt with things.

This was different though. Multiple men and such a young girl was
like watching pedophiles at work and there was Dennis in the
middle of it.  I stood there stunned, wanting to turn and run but
not having the feet or the guts to do it.

The other men - perhaps expecting me to join the party - looked
on expectantly.  Dennis just kept working away.  I really don't
think he knew I was there.

Soon enough discovered that I wasn't watching alone.  Jerry and
Gilley were behind me watching it all.  None of us said a word,
neither the performers nor the audience.  Finally, Gilley grabbed
my hand and gently led me away.

I walked away from the door nearly in tears. I tried to hold it
back, but I know Gilley could tell.  She did what she could to
make it right, explaining that Cindy was fond of having multiple
men in her bed and that I should understand that Dennis had been
coming here for years and had a history with her. None of this
helped, and actually some of it bothered me more. For as long as
I had been with him, Dennis would disappear for weeks at a time.
Now I knew at least sometimes it was to come to this ranch where
he would fuck this youngster, probably as part of a group.

Finally, she turned and explained, "Look, It's just the Harvest
Party babes. It's your first time but this has been going on for
years.... This is what happens and if Dennis didn't tell you
that, he's just an asshole, but it's nothing to get upset about.
We do it and forget it and get on with our lives."

Her voice was filled with a finality that told me this was a done
conversation and I shouldn't expect things to change.

As if to underline her point, we walked past a partially open
bedroom door where I could plainly see two girls making out while
their boyfriends watched.   Behind another door, I heard the
unmistakable sound of coitus shared by multiple male and female
voices including one of the couples that had traveled her with
Dennis and me.  It seemed that everyone at the ranch had been
clued in that tonight was going to end this way except me.  That
didn't make it better.

We walked to her bedroom. (Jerry hadn't followed us.)  We talked
for awhile, Gilley being patient as I alternatively damned Dennis
and defended him.  (Something about the guy just made you want to
make excuses for his behavior even when you knew he could be a
callous bastard.)   Eventually, I stopped being mad and started
feeling silly.  I could tell I was telling her story she knew all
too well. She lived this life too.

Finally, after most of my tears and anger were gone, Gilley
excused herself to go to the bathroom.  The feeling of being too
fucked up hit me and I lay down on her bed for a moment.  She
came back to the bed, pulled me into a sitting position, unzipped
the dress I removed it from over my head.

Having been clued into the Harvest Party thing, I expected sex
was next. We were both naked and in bed. I was actually fine with
this.  (Gilley was great and even given my little drama I was
still buzzed and worked up from hours of snorting coke and
smoking dope.)

I think Gilley wasn't sure my head was at after my drama with
Dennis so she didn't make any moves on me, though there was
enough going on between us that we both knew there was something
there.  Instead, we played that timeless seduction game that
happens when two people are together and neither is sure what's
supposed to come next.

We actually acted like we were going to attempt sleep, slipping
under the covers. Whispers about nothing were next, and then the
random touch.  Next I felt her hand playing lightly on mine.  It
was all tentative at first, with either party being able to stop
it all by simply rolling over or moving away. She was looking for
a signal.

I had played this kind of game many times over the years -
usually as the shy rabbit to be seduced, but this time I decided
that I wanted this and made the move.  I reached for her and the
game was on.

We kissed for a while, softly at first, but by the end of five
minutes I had my head under the blankets tasting her and
worshipping her body with my mouth and tongue.  I moved with
purpose.  I wanted to let her know that this was something I
wanted and in fact I wanted it bad. It was the combination of
drugs, drama and Dennis - all stoned horniness mixed with lust
and revenge sex.

I drilled my tongue into her, and I found myself doing what I
always do when I'm giving head - grinding myself into her leg,
which I think we both found exciting.  She let herself go, once
then again, and after the small scream and heavy breathing, she
pulled my head back to hers above the covers.

She kissed me passionately a few times, licking my lips and
exploring my mouth with hers - tasting herself in my kisses I'm
sure.  She rolled me onto my back, told me how pretty I was, and
asked me if she could fuck me.  I don't remember the exact words
I used, but it definitely meant "please."

Instead of moving her head down, which is what I wanted and
expected, she moved away and opened a drawer in the nightstand,
pulling out a double headed dildo, which shocked me somewhat.
I had never seen a double headed dildo before.  I knew they
existed but didn't think real people really owned them. They just
seemed so silly.  This one was long, thick and it was a funny
shade of tan.

I was scared more than a bit because I really had no idea what
they were used for. I actually thought they were meant or
insertion in both the vagina and anus, which didn't sound like
fun to me at all.

She slowly inserted one end into herself while I watched, and I
admit I found that fascinating as I had never seen anything like
it before.  She saw my interest and moved closer - making a bit
of a show of pushing it into herself slowly.  When it was about
half way in, she did something I hadn't expected, motioning for
me to put the other end into my mouth.

It wasn't something I wanted to do.  I found it a little gross -
especially because I misunderstood how they were used and thought
it might have been up her butt - but didn't refuse. I just sat
there.

We locked eyes and her look made me submissive. (I was a lot more
submissive when I was younger.  If people expected it, I did it,
which was troublesome but fun.).  Despite my mild revulsion, I
took it into my mouth, finding it cold and oddly textured.  I
looked into her eyes and played it like I was giving a guy head,
thinking maybe this was fantasy time and she was pretending she
was a man.

Finally, I think she realized I had no clue what to do, so she
grabbed my head to get my attention saying "I want you to get it
good and wet for me honey. Use your spit."  I did.

I bobbed up and down on it a few times, her pelvis thrusts
putting it deep in my throat to where I choked a bit. She pulled
it out of my mouth then - pushing it in once again just briefly
to catch my eye and re-affirm who was in control.  It was plenty
slick with saliva when it slipped from between my lips.  She
pulled the sheet and blankets down and took my leg and positioned
it so I was spread open, then slowly inserted the slick rubber
cock into me.

I was disappointed. I wanted her mouth not a dildo.  (I was never
much for sexy toys.  I had tried a vibrator a few times and
didn't like the feel.)   Then, she began fucking me with it, and
found a pleasant surprise. The feel was natural - the movement
was needy and erratic and full of lust - it was almost like a
man.

But it was still odd - the feeling of being fucked while having a
pretty girl staring down at me and a pair of swinging breasts in
my face was disorienting.  I was a bit weirded out and really
would have rather stop, but didn't want to disappoint Gilley. 
You could tell she was enjoying this.

In fact, she was enjoying it a lot. When it went so deep in us
both that our pelvises actually bumped for the first time I
jumped a bit, and she looked down on me like she was in love or
something.  As the stroking continued, I have to admit it grew on
me as well.  Pretty soon I found myself doing the things I liked
to do in situations where I was on my back.  I hooked my ankles
to hers so I could thrust back, and, and eventually wrapped my
legs around her completely.  In Gilley's case, her wide hips made
for a different experience - it made me spread wider and take her
more deeply until each thrust ended with a grinding and I felt
her pubic hair actually tangling with my own.

After a few minutes, in spite of my initial discomfort, I reached
up and I latched onto her breasts with my mouth and kissed and
sucked on them until see moved them out of reach- her rhythm
increasing with her own desires.  (I have always had a thing for
breasts, though Gilley's where quite different than my other
experiences with mostly younger, smaller women.)

We both moaned loudly and my eyes were tight shut.  The big bed
creaked with the movement of her thrusts and pretty soon I forgot
the whole weirdness of the rubber cock and just got into it.  I
let myself go as I occasionally opened my eyes and watching her
face.  She was all woman - big breasts, wide hips - but looked
just like a man having sex with those weird little faces she was
making.  When she orgasmed, she fell on me, too spent to continue
though I was very close. (Again, just like a man.)

So we lay there, and in my mind I chalked up yet one more
experience I never thought I'd have.  I thought we were done and
I might sleep so I curled up and closed my eyes.

I felt the bed shake again.

I was scared to open my eyes, thinking it was Jerry.  He had been
nothing by cordial to me but I still got uneasy around him. 
Gilley was his girl and I was concerned about what he might
think. Also, I didn't know if Gilley had even taken the toy out
of herself, but knew it wasn't out of the bed as she had not
gotten up to put it away.  (Did you wash them first?  I didn't
even know.)

I sat with my eyes closed waiting for whatever came next, and
what did happen surprised me.  A single laugh echoed through the
room and a second more delicate one followed.  Gilley's was one.
The other I couldn't place, but it was decidedly female so I
opened my eyes to look.

It was young Cindy, sitting on the bed next to us wearing nothing
but a smile, which was ear to ear.  She looked a little the worse
for wear - her hair was wet and matted and she looked like she
had just run a marathon, she was slick with sweat and perhaps
other things.  She looked pleased with herself.

(Obviously, the multiple men who had been fucking her when I
stumbled onto them must have been invited, because she looked
nothing but content with the experience.)

I was speechless about it all really.  I  was kind of mad at her
because I was jealous about Dennis, but in no place to be a bitch
because I was laying in bed with her boss.  I couldn't think of
anything else to say, so to start the conversation I simply
asked, "How many?"

That brought a round of giggles all around.

She answered seven for the evening. Her smile brightened after
that and she said, "so far all of them men."  She pulled back the
blankets after that, and without even stopping to think I might
object, she placed her face between my boobs and started nuzzling
me, then her head moved south.

I remember feeling very conflicted then.  I had just seen her
with my boyfriend - one of those "seven men" - and it made me mad
she didn't even think about how I might have felt about that.   I
hated her...and now here she was about to go down on me when
Gilley hadn't and I had wanted it.  Even a good psychiatrist
might have trouble unraveling how I felt at that point.  I didn't
push her away, but one thing was certain - I wasn't going to be
returning the favor.

Cindy was face down in me with her ass in the air and Gilley took
advantage of the position to do to Cindy what she was doing to
me.

"You are a mess Cin," I heard Gilley chuckle, "Don't you ever
make'em wear condoms?"

By this time, I was enjoying myself.  Cindy had a way about her
and you could tell she was no stranger to another woman's body. 
Her hands were under my ass, and she was eating me like a child
would eat a watermelon - face down with enthusiasm and the mess
be damned.

Gilley crawled up to give me a kiss - a wet sloppy one filled
with juices not natural to her mouth or Cindy's cunt.  Gilley
couldn't get through the kiss without busting up laughing.  (I
got something I would later learn was called a "snowball."  Look
it up if you still don't get it.)  I was actually more than a
little grossed out about it, but her laughter made it a little
better.

I was still on my back so Gilley moved her mouth to my breasts,
and then after a while straddled my face in a way that let her
watch Cindy at work.  (An unfortunate position as my nose was
about 2 inches from her asshole.)   I sat there not knowing what
to do with this when Gilley, using the dominant voice again she
had used when putting the dildo in my mouth, tweaked my nipple
with her fingers and said "Come on babe, lick me a little."

I was a bit repulsed, but licked a bit as commanded.  She seemed
to like and resettled herself on my mouth, but the position was
not comfortable in any way. I did I had been told for perhaps a
minute when it got to be just too much and  though it broke the
mood a bit, I shifted my body so as to roll her off me,
simultaneously breaking contact with Cindy's mouth.

I acted embarrassed and said I just really, really had to go to
the bathroom - which was actually true since it had been about 4
beers since my last trip.  This brought a chuckle from the girls,
but they let me go.  I got up and left the room, and glanced back
to see that Gilley and Cindy had coupled, which I was beginning
to see was probably a common occurrence.

I was only in the bathroom for a few minutes, but upon return I
was surprised to see our numbers had grown again.  Jerry was
there standing next to the bed - sans any clothes and stroking
himself while watching the girls.  They had slid into a
comfortable 69 position, which actually looked a bit comical
because Gilley - while not a big girl - was so much bigger than
her petite young sex partner.

I remember that when Jerry looked up and saw me, he actually
stopped masturbating and moved to hide his genitals - a rare show
of modesty in an evening that had gone far afield of anything I
ever imagined.  It was almost comical though, as he was
completely naked with a strong thick hard on. There was no place
to hide it so he simply put his hand over the tip.

I was still naked of course - and had seen in the bathroom mirror
that I looked like hell - and didn't quite know what to do with
myself.  A big part of me wanted to leave, but I didn't even know
where my clothes were and actually wasn't at all anxious to see
where Dennis had gotten off to. I made no attempt to cover
myself, and by my lack of shock at what I saw it was probably
obvious that I had been in that bed already.

So I stood there and as I did I got more confused and
embarrassed.  The girls were too deep into each other to notice,
but Jerry was looking right at me.  We sat and stared at each
other for a few moments.  Finally, Jerry returned to jerking his
cock, only this time he had no embarrassment - looking me
straight in the eye with a cold stare that went deep into my
bones.

I stood and watched the girls and Jerry for a few moments, and
then walked over, fell to my knees and took him in my mouth. I've
never been sure why I did it, it just seemed like what i needed
to do, and I hoped that somehow pleasing him might help me stay
out of some sort of trouble I could not even quantify.

Jerry let me take him in my mouth, and seemed content for a few
minutes while I attempted to please him, but clearly I wasn't
working hard enough. Soon enough he was spinning me around and
bending me over the bed. He entered me quickly and completely and
I found myself gasping. Despite the earlier rubber cock or
because of it, I found Jerry's entry to be a bit painful though
he didn't seem to care.

Once my place on the edge of the bed was established, Gilley,
Cindy, Jerry and I eventually merged into a kind of pile with
every getting a little of everything. It actually wasn't very
satisfying - no one was next to another long enough to really
bring anyone to orgasm and that included me.  Finally, I slid off
to the side to just watch for a while and wasn't really missed. 
Jerry was fucking Cindy and Gilley was licking them both from
underneath.

Somehow I actually nodded off to sleep - a weak end to a weird
evening.