a deal with some of Jodi's out-of-town mates for a great big party well off the beaten track. Everybody to bring as many cunts as possible, whether willing or getting an offer they couldn't refuse.
I won't bore you with all the sordid details but the logistics were neat.
Jodi managed to borrow a cattle truck and we cleaned it out until it was spotless, then filled it with clean straw. When we did the rounds to pick the gals, the eager ones and the reluctant ones alike, their eyes nearly popped out when they saw what Cinderella's coach was.
But that was nothing, nothing at all; compared to the way they looked when we got to the field the rendezvous was arranged for. There must have been forty guys or more waiting on the grass, motor bikes and a few cars parked all over the place. A good job it really was a remote place because most of the fellows were already stripped for action. Pretty sensible because if you took something off in that truck you'd never find it again. Anyway, the male mob gave a great cheer as the truck came into the field. And the sight of all those female eyes staring through the slats in the back of the truck: now that really was an eye-popping occasion. The slats were good though, lots of useful handholds and you could piss out the side whenever you liked. All the girl's gear went overboard through them as well. And with a ladder and a camera some of the great orgy shots of all time were on offer from any angle you wanted. Yeah, someday I'll have to tell that story in more detail.
