11 comments/ 172611 views/ 26 favorites Dogging with Helen By: Otazel Helen was at her computer chatting over Messenger to Steve. Having made contact with him through a dating site she had arranged to chat with him online, mainly to find out more about his interest in 'dogging', an activity which she knew nothing about. Until his e-mail to her she had never even heard the term used in all her forty-nine years and it intrigued her! Dogging, he told her, was the habit of spying on couples enjoying themselves in cars, mostly in the evenings and with the tacit agreement of the people spied upon. The name had arisen from the excuse of 'walking the dog' used by voyeurs to explain their presence. "No, it's not usually prearranged." He was saying. "There are places well known to be dogging sites and both voyeurs and exhibitionists just turn up at them, knowing that there is a good likelihood that they'll find what they want." "Ok, but how do people know who is there to show off and who is there innocently, just looking for somewhere for a quiet bonk? "There are unofficial rules that people follow. For instance, if a couple in a car leave the interior light on, that's taken as a sign that they want to be watched, often they'll flash it to attract attention, and if they leave a window open it probably means that a certain amount of involvement is ok, though you have to wait to be asked, especially now summer's here." "You mean that couples actually invite strangers to join in?" Helen was shocked. "Some do and some don't, and even then there are varying degrees of participation, from a quick feel of the woman's breasts to a full on shag!" "Will you tell me something, Steve?" "Yes, of course. What?" Helen could almost hear suspicion in his typed reply "Do you go to watch or to show off?" "Usually just to watch, unless I get lucky with a lady there!" "You don't take your partner, then?" "I'm afraid partners are a bit thin on the ground as far as I'm concerned! Didn't you see in my profile that I'm single?" Steve was referring to his entry on the dating site where they met. "I've learned to take much of what's on profiles with a pinch of salt, Steve, sorry if I've offended." "That's ok, you haven't, I know a lot of bullshit is written in profiles, - but just where is this conversation going?" "I was going to ask if you'd take me." The reply was a long time in coming. "To do what, exactly?" "I'm not sure yet, probably just to watch, but I'd love to try it!" "It's not that usual for a woman to just watch, but, yes, ok, why not!" ........................... Two weeks later a car pulled up alongside Helen and, having bent to check the occupant, she got in and said a face to face 'hello' to Steve for the first time. He was, she decided, a very handsome man, tall and well built, much better than his online photo. He had the ageless and distinguished look that comes with a rugged features and a full head of grey hair, but she knew from his profile that he was in his mid-fifties, just a few years older than her. "A drink first, I think?" He looked for Helen's agreement and having received her nod, drove silently to a pub about half a mile up the road. "What can I get you?" He asked her, steering her to a quiet table away fro the bar. "White wine, please." He came back with a bottle of good white wine and two glasses and poured the drinks. "It's a bit early yet, there is rarely any action where we are going until after dark, so we've got time to chat for a bit, if you'd like?" "Sure, but you sound as if you have a subject in mind. Do you?" She looked at him questioningly. "Sort of. I just want to clarify something!" "Oh. Go on?" She still looked puzzled. "When we were chatting and I asked you just what you wanted to do, you said, if I remember rightly, 'I'm not sure, but I'd love to try it'. Try what? Watching or doing?" "I'm still not sure. I don't think I'd have the nerve to do anything, but I can't help thinking what a thrill it might be to have men leering over me!" "If you did do anything, how far would you want to go?" "I don't know! Why are you asking?" "Well, if you decide you want to show yourself off, would you want me to do anything with you?" "You mean, would I let you play with me, or even fuck me, with others watching?" Helen could see where Steve was heading! "I would have thought it went without saying. If I do decide to show off I'd hardly want you to sit there twiddling your thumbs, would I? But let's just see how things go, eh? I might bottle out altogether yet." "I doubt that somehow, but I just needed to know how things stood." Steve poured Helen more wine, and for a while they sat quietly contemplating the evening to come and its possibilities. Then Helen came out of her reverie and looked at Steve. "You know, I think that really I'd subconsciously already decided before I came out that I'd like to put on a show, and that I'm only keep myself a way out if I chicken." "Good. But what makes you say think that?" "Well, I sat here thinking about doing it, and suddenly realised that all the clothes I've chosen fasten down the front, easy to undo sitting in a car! Look!" She indicated herself, pointing out her blouse and front buttoned skirt. Steve laughed. "I'd noticed that, but thought it was just a lucky coincidence. But there's no pressure, you don't have to do anything if you decide not to." He glanced at the clock over the bar and then out of the window where dusk was just beginning to fall. "Shall we go?" Helen drained her glass, and then looked regretfully at the half full bottle. "Yes, I'm ready, but it's a shame to waste this, it's a good wine." Steve glanced at the bottle and then went to the bar, returning a minute or so later with a bottle cap and a plastic glass. He resealed the bottle and grinned at Helen. "Now we needn't waste it!" "Thanks, I think I might need the Dutch courage!" ------------------------------------ The venue Steve had chosen was the car park of a country park cum nature reserve and was popular, he told Helen, because of the wooded areas close by and because all 'normal' traffic had usually gone well before dark. He had clearly been there before! There were a few cars already dotted about, each one innocently parked on its own with no sign of lights or any other activity. "Now what?" Asked Helen. "Now we sit and wait for a bit. Any action will start of its own accord when folk are ready." Steve re-opened the wine and filled the glass for Helen. She took it gratefully, and they sat silently gazing out of the windows and waiting for things to hot up. One by one several other cars drew in and parked quietly, then Steve tapped Helen on the arm, pointing across to one of them. All Helen could see was that a man had got out and was leaning on his car lighting a cigarette, his lighter flaring brightly in the gathering summer gloom. She looked at Steve for an explanation. "He's just making any couples aware that he's here and waiting for a show. You have to be rather careful. Some of these cars may well be ordinary courting couples, so you can't just go up and stare in. It wouldn't be right, and anyway you might get a wrong reaction." "Wrong reaction?" "Like an indignant lover getting out and thumping you!" "Ahh!" Helen nodded her understanding, and just then Steve tapped her arm again. Not far from the lounging smoker the interior light of a car had just come on. "Can we go and look?" Helen asked. "Not for a minute, let's just see how things develop, unless the light flashes you can't be sure." They sat in silence, Helen sipping on her wine and Steve refilling the glass as it emptied. Soon the bottle was empty and Steve dropped it into the rear seat well. "By the time you've drunk that we should know if anything is on." Helen nodded again and took another gulp of Dutch courage. The smoker waited for another five minutes before he flipped away his cigarette and sauntered up to the car, which was still showing an interior light. He then bent and gazed in through the passenger window, making no attempt to disguise his actions. No sooner was it clear that he was accepted than the drivers doors of two other cars opened. Their solitary male occupants walked directly over to the car and also began staring through the windows. "What do you think is happening?" Helen asked. "I don't know, shall we go and see?" She nodded eagerly, caught up in the strange rituals and excitements of 'dogging'. As they walked towards the small group clustered around the well lit car Helen could feel her breath catching with exhilaration and anticipation. The sense of having joined an exclusive and prohibited club was something entirely new to her and very exciting. Steve took her hand and squeezed it in reassurance. The first thing that caught Helen's attention was something she had somehow not foreseen. Two of the watching men had unzipped their flies and were now masturbating for all they were worth, one of them with his cock right up against the car window as if to prove to the occupants what he was doing. Their surprised reactions on seeing that it was another woman approaching were just as might be expected. One tried frantically to put it away and rezip his trousers, but the other, a well dressed business man in his forties, simply angled himself to be seen by both and carried on. "Don't stop for me." Helen addressed the shyer masturbator, who was still trying unsuccessfully to hide his cock. Steve was tugging at her arm and together they went around to the other side of the car, leaving him to decide whether to wank or not to wank. From there they had almost as good a view as from the driver's side, unobstructed by men who were literally 'wankers'. Inside the car a very slim young woman had her head in her partners lap and was giving him an enthusiastic blow job. His trousers were around his ankles and she was bobbing up and down on him for all she was worth, and even though they couldn't see her face it was obvious that she was taking most of his length each time. Her free hand was massaging his balls she was clearly doing a pretty good job on him. He was leaning back, red-faced and panting, his eyes and mouth clamped shut and his hands balled into fists. It was not going to be long before he came. Looking past the couple in the car, Helen and Steve could see the watching men leering in from the other side. Helen was a little shocked and surprisingly excited to see the animal heat written so clearly on their faces. The 'executive' type was wanking his long and obviously rock hard shaft frantically at the driver's window, leaning round to peer in through the windscreen as he did so. Two other faces looked in from the driver's window, lascivious grins adorning both. All three were totally absorbed in their voyeuristic activities and oblivious to anything else. Just then Helen sensed another presence and looked up to find another man had joined them at the passenger side. "Oh, that's nice," He spoke as if thinking out loud, caught up by the display in front of him. "It looks like he's near, doesn't it? I wonder what they'll do after?" This time he spoke directly to Steve. "We'll have to wait and see!" Steve didn't really want to be drawn into conversation. They were not going to have to wait long. Opening his mouth fishlike and with a groan audible from outside the car, the driver came, grasping his lover's hair and pushing her head down onto his cock. Moving her hand from his balls to his shaft, she milked him, trying to get as much as she could in her mouth, raising and lowering her head more slowly under his guidance. He was gasping with each spurt of his climax, pushing his hips at her mouth, his back arching slightly and his knees twitching, the noises and movements then declining slowly as his orgasm passed. Taking her head from his rapidly wilting cock the blonde reached for a tissue and dabbed her chin where excess cum was still trickling from her mouth. Just as the driver's orgasm died the watching businessman arrived at his. Knocking urgently on the car window to attract the attention of the occupants he began to shoot off. Surprised, the blonde looked round in response to the noise and then jerked back as ribbons of semen erupted from his cock right in front of her. Then, as it splashed across the window and she realised it was not going to hit her, she laughingly gave him the thumbs up, her partner glancing over and also indicating his approval with his thumb. Looking at the rivers of cum streaming down his window Helen wondered why he should be so pleased to see it. This was a whole new world to her. Having cleaned up his wet cock with another tissue, the driver pushed it back into his trousers and zipped up his fly. Then, with a little goodbye wave to the audience, he reached forward and flipped off the light, returning his car to darkness and privacy. The little group of watchers who were clustered around looked about, but there were no other cars lit up and they began to disperse. Helen looked at Steve for direction and he shrugged and waved back in the direction of their own car. "That's it for now. Come on, lets go back and sit down, it's early yet, there'll be plenty more to come." They turned to move away, but the talkative voyeur interrupted. "Are you going to put on a show for us, honey?" He asked Helen. "Maybe. We'll see!" She spoke over her shoulder as Steve was leading her away. "Hope so." The man called after her. "You're hot!" To Helen the rather crude compliment was quite exciting. She's not thought of herself as 'hot' before, especially at her age. They climbed back into Steve's car and settled down to wait. Steve lit a cigarette and turned to Helen. "How are you finding you're first time dogging?" "Fascinated. It's like belonging to a secret society and it's quite a turn on. I'm still not sure what to make of it, but I like it up to now." "You've only seen a tiny part yet. Wait until things really hot up and see how you feel." "I don't think I'll change my mind, I think I'm a fan!" Steve drew deeply on his cigarette. "And are you going to put on a show?" "Maybe. We'll see!" She repeated her earlier reply, a mischievous grin on her face. The undisguised lechery on the men's faces had caught her imagination, and she was tempted, undeniably tempted. Just then a big old yellow car drew in and parked quite close, more or less opposite and facing them, but a little to the left. A hand came out of the passenger window and waved at Steve. He flicked his headlights briefly in response. "That's Dinah, she's a regular." He explained to a puzzled Helen. "She just loves showing off and is up for anything. Just wait till she gets going! She's here about two or three times a week with Paul, her husband, but he only acts as minder." Almost immediately the light came on inside Dinah's car, flashing merrily, and a number of men approached it from different parts of the park. Helen and Steve did not have to move, they could already see into the car pretty well from where they were. Dinah was a short plump brunette of about forty, the sort of brash woman with a big figure and personality to match. She was dressed in an opened top, showing her large breasts spilling out of a quarter cup bra, though else she might be wearing couldn't be seen. Beside her sat a pleasant faced ginger haired man dressed incongruously in a shirt and tie. "Does she like others to join in?" Asked Helen. "Every time, Paul can't, he's on medication." "And have you...?" "Oh yes!" Dinah had wriggled out her top altogether and had also removed her bra, allowing her rather pendulous bosom to fall free. Then, cupping her breasts in her palms, she jiggled them, pulling and squeezing at them as she offered them up to the watching men. One man, who obviously knew her, came to the car window to be greeted with an open smile of welcome, reached in to grasp a breast and began to play with it, his unheard comment bringing unrestrained laughter from the car. Dinah moved back in her seat to allow him access and then reached down diagonally with her hand in the direction of her crotch. Smiling with satisfaction at having a man playing with her breast and her own hand presumably playing with her pussy, she closed her eyes and leaned back to enjoy it. For several minutes he fondled her breast as she played, then he unzipped his trousers with his free hand and took out his cock, showing his erection to Dinah and apparently bragging to her about it through the open car window. Dinah laughed and waved a disdainful hand at him, but that didn't stop her from leaning round and taking his cock into her mouth. He was not able to keep touching her breasts while she did that, so he contented himself with turning full on to the car and resting his hands on the car roof. Helen and Steve sat and watched this display enthralled, especially Helen who had not seen anything like it before, and found that they were being turned on by the very directness of it all. Dinah obviously liked to be watched, revelling in her display of playing openly with herself at the same time as giving a blow job. Her arousal was obvious from the speed and urgency of her arm movements where her wrist disappeared out of sight. It wasn't long before her blow job began to take effect, the man pushing himself against the window opening with his hands scrabbling at the roof of the car. Then, as he came and was clearly flooding Dinah's mouth with cum, so did she. Her body jerking and heaving, her breasts joggling and bouncing, and her forearm moving almost as a blur, as she tried to cope with her own orgasm and swallow his spunk at the same time. Inevitably his cock slipped free from her mouth, spraying one spurt of cum over her face before she managed to engulf it once more. To Helen this was one of the horniest sights she had ever seen, not erotic, just plain fucking horny. Unnoticed and of its own accord, one of Helen's hands had found its way between the buttons of her skirt and was gently massaging her mons though her panties. Satisfied with his blow job, her temporary partner moved away, a second man approaching as if to take his place. But Dinah raised her hand in a stop signal before he could take up position and he waited uncertainly about five or six feet short of the car door while she wiped cum from her face with a tissue. But he was not to be disappointed. Clean again, Dinah climbed out of her car, revealing herself to be entirely naked (and incidentally sporting a large red navel stud on her rather tubby stomach) before she knelt down at the side of the car, her head inside and her front resting on the seat she had just vacated. She was obviously inviting her new partner to take her from behind, and he needed no second telling, kneeling down immediately behind her and, from what could be seen, entering her fully in one single deep thrust. From Helen and Steve's viewpoint the open car door hid most of the action. All they could see were two sets of knees and feet and the upper half of the man as he fucked Dinah doggy style. Nevertheless it was clear that he was going at it full tilt, his back moving backwards and forwards rapidly, his head tipped skywards and his eyes closed. He couldn't last long, and didn't last long, thrusting forward hard with his teeth clenched and his muscles in spasm, he came. Holding that position except for uncontrolled jolts of his body, he was clearly emptying his balls, presumably into Dinah. "I wonder if that was her cunt or her arse?" Steve muttered. Helen looked at him in amazement. Not for the language, but because it would never have occurred to her that a couple would engage in anal sex so easily, it had taken her a lot of soul searching and trepidation when she had done it. Dogging with Helen "I'm sorry, Helen, I was thinking out loud without remembering who I was with." Steve looked genuinely apologetic. "That's ok, if we had a clearer view you wouldn't have needed to wonder." Helen was hoping they could go closer to watch, but Steve interpreted the comment differently. Dinah's partner was just getting up as Steve leaned out of his window and shouted to her. "Come on, Dinah, let's get a fucking look in, do it where the door doesn't hide you!" "Fuck off, Steve, there's more than you wants to watch." Came her reply. Helen, who was not used to such banter, mentally disassociated herself from the exchange and shrank back, determined not to make any more silly remarks. Still, she was quite glad when Dinah came around the front of her vehicle and bent herself over it face down, to await her next partner. In fact, the sight of this woman displaying herself so crudely and so blatantly wanting to get fucked was wetting Helen's own pussy, her fingers were telling her that through her panties. It was also very clear that it had been Dinah's pussy that had been serviced, because cum was running from it down the inside of her thigh. Just then Helen noticed a second car with its lights on a little further into the park, already with two doggers in attendance. It was clear what activity was happening there. The car was rocking vigorously from side to side! She nudged Steve with her elbow, nodding in the direction of the new performers. "Do you want to go across, or shall we watch Dinah?" It was clear from the way he said it that Steve preferred to stay where he was, he was a Dinah fan. Helen had her hand buried deep inside her panties by this time and didn't really want to move. She was very turned on and was seriously considering putting on her own performance, much to her own amazement. "We'll stay here." The answer came with a gasp and made Steve look across sharply at Helen. Up to then he had not noticed Helen's hand, but as the reason for Helen's breathing became apparent to him he grinned hugely. "Do you want the light on?" He asked her. "Not yet, no. Maybe if I get the courage...!" The sudden possibility of real exhibitionism struck Helen quite forcibly. She was so tempted, yet so scared. But then even her nervousness was arousing her. She decided on a compromise. "Leave the light off. Let me play a bit in the dark to get used to the idea. Then perhaps..." "Ok, just let me know if you get to want the light on!" He was looking forward to seeing her, and it showed in his voice. Helen nodded silently and began unbuttoning her clothing with shaky fingers, her breath coming in nervous gasps and her eyes fixed on Dinah who was about to receive another man. Knowing that all eyes would now be on Dinah gave Helen the nerve to undress completely, slipping her blouse off to allow her to unhook her bra, and then sliding her panties down her legs to kick them into the seat well. Now naked, her breath coming in short pants from nervousness and exhilaration, Helen settled back in her seat to watch Dinah get fucked and to play with her own pussy for Steve to watch. Spreading her legs as wide as the confined space would allow she began to gently stroke her clit, knowing Steve was watching but not daring to look at him. Instead she kept her eyes fixed directly on Dinah, watching the shaft that was pistoning in and out of her, wondering if she dare do the same thing. Her arousal was becoming more and more pronounced and she knew, in her heart, that if Steve put the light on now, she would not stop or turn it off. Knowing that and half hoping he'd do it but half dreading that he might was making Helen's heart pound. Her free hand was wet with nervous perspiration, and her legs were just on the verge of trembling. She had pretty much made up her mind now that she was going to do it, she was going to show the world her cunt and let them see her cum – when she could get up the nerve. Diagonally in front of her Dinah was openly enjoying being fucked, no problems with nerves there. She was calling back over her shoulder at her partner, telling him to fuck her harder, faster, and deeper, while at the same time ramming herself backwards onto his cock. It seemed unlikely to Helen that he was going to be able to fuck Dinah any harder than he already was, he was pistoning in and out of her, his shiny wet cock visible in the moonlight. But he managed to respond to her urging, slamming himself hard against her cheeks in a rapid fire fucking that nailed her hard against the metal of her car. Dinah's real partner, Paul, simply sat and watched unmoved as his wife was emphatically fucked. No man could keep up the pounding that this man was giving Dinah, and it wasn't long before he was clinging to her hips, red-faced and bellowing, as he pumped spurt after spurt of cum into her already well oiled cunt. Then, as he sagged to an end and pulled away, Helen could see his spunk running from Dinah's hole and dripping onto the grass. She groaned from the combined thrill of watching this sluttish behaviour and the effects of her busy fingers. Soon another man was plunging his cock into Dinah's overused and still dripping cunt and once again she was shouting at him to fuck her harder. Could she never get enough, wondered Helen? By now Helen's own pussy was dripping wet, but this was from her own juices, the spectacle before her and the stimulation of her clit having that result. By now, also, Helen's hips were beginning to move, gyrating and thrusting just slightly in time with her strumming of her clit. She was going to be a slut as well, though perhaps not to Dinah's extent. "I'm going to do it soon, Steve." Helen voiced her decision, stopping him from jumping the gun with a sharp "Not yet!" as he reached towards the light switch. "I'll tell you when," She was panting now purely from arousal, "but tell me where the window button is, please." She didn't say why, but Steve guessed she was thinking about pleasing her potential audience. He pointed out the button to her and then waited eagerly for her signal. That signal was not long in coming. Helen pushed back her seat, lowered the back so that she was almost lying in it, then, clutching her breast hard in one hand and thrusting two fingers deep into her cunt with the other she was ready. "Now Steve, now, light me up!" Steve did, flashing the interior light urgently to attract the biggest possible audience, watching joyfully as several men moved across to discover what this new show was about. Helen was beside herself with lust. As the first faces appeared at the car window she forced her legs wider, raising her hips to give them the best possible view of her cunt. She needed to act as much the whore as she could, revelling in the lecherous faces gazing at her most intimate places. No longer playing with her clit, Helen finger-fucked herself, driving two fingers deep into her cunt, keeping her hand angled to be sure that her audience could see them plunging in and out. She was, she knew, behaving completely out of character, but that is what she needed, to act the slut and enjoy it. She squeezed her breasts hard enough to leave marks, thrust her fingers as deep into herself as she could get them, bucked and heaved her pelvis against the pressure of her hand, until finally, in one immense volcanic explosion, she came. Her orgasm was mind-blowing, it did not last long, but the intensity, brought about by the circumstances, was beyond belief. The waves of ecstasy that ripped through her had her raising herself higher and higher from her seat until her cunt was clearly visible to everyone watching, this fact alone creating even greater waves of pleasure in her before she finally collapsed back into the seat, spent and shaking. "Christ! That looked good." Steve's voice brought her back to some form of reality. She turned her head to face him and nodded agreement, licking her dry lips before smiling at him, her chest still heaving as she fought to regain her breath. "It was." She gasped finally. "I needed that!" Looking at the men gathered around the car, Helen could see that they were uncertain whether she had finished, or whether there was more to come. She acknowledged them with a smile, blew a lewd kiss at a man with his cock in his hand, then put up her hand in the universal 'wait' signal before fanning her face with it, pantomiming the need to cool off for a moment. "Fucking hell, Steve, I feel so fucking horny I could fuck for England! Does it always have that effect?" The language fitted her present 'slut' persona. "Sometimes! And don't forget I'm here if you want to fuck for them." He indicated the waiting men, dropping a massive hint in the process. "Right now I don't think you'd be big enough. I think my cunt could take three of you and still find room for a dildo!" She was talking filth deliberately, turning herself on again by doing so. Then an idea crossed her mind, a way to be a complete slut, just how she needed to be. "Pass me that empty wine bottle, Steve, let me show you just how fucking randy I am. I bet you I can get that right up my cunt, you just watch." "You bet, eh? So what's the stakes?" Steve was joining in the charade. She thought for a moment. "If I can, you go down on me and make me cum, if I can't, you can fuck me in front of everybody!" A 'pretend' stake that she was more than willing to pay out on. She knew that in reality she could never take a wine bottle and she wanted fucking anyway. "Your arse or your cunt?" Steve was still pushing the dirty talk. "You pick, if you get the chance!" Steve reached back into the seat well, retrieved the wine bottle and passed it to Helen, who stroked it lasciviously, playing to her audience. The audience concerned uniformly wore a 'will she, won't she' look on their faces as they waited for her intentions to become clear. Steve reached into the glove box, extracted a tube of KY jelly and tossed it over to Helen. "Here, you might need this." Helen shook her head, once again lost in a haze of lust. "I don't think so, I'm wetter than I've ever been." But she kept the tube anyway. Now she looked out at the men clustered around her, noticing with pleasure that there were now two cocks being stroked before her, smiled at them all and introduced the neck of the bottle to the entrance to her cunt. Still locking eye contact with her audience, she started pushing the bottle slowly in and out of her passage, very gently and only the first couple of inches. She knew that the way the shoulders of the bottle flared that she would not be able to devour much of it, so she wanted to get the most out of what she could. The man watching were fascinated, wondering to themselves how much of the bottle would disappear. Gradually, as her sopping wet pussy lubricated the bottle, Helen increased both depth and speed until she was fucking herself at a nice steady pace and taking the bottle to where the flare began to expand her pussy lips. She feel of a hard glass bottle inside her was incredible. The neck felt cool and erotic within her, while the shoulder stretched her entrance as she pushed it rhythmically at her cunt. Given time it would take her to orgasm, but not too quickly, it wasn't deep enough for that and missed both her clit and her 'G' spot totally. Meanwhile she could enjoy the sensation of lewdness her frank exhibitionism was giving her. "Looks like you do need the KY!" Steve was grinning. "If I put it on, you'll have to lick it off again when you lose, is that what you want?" "I won't, because I'm going to end up fucking you. Even with KY you can't take that bottle." "Just watch and wonder!" She knew she was going to lose, but she was determined to put on a good show, both for Steve and for the doggers around the car, so she flipped off the cap on the tube of KY and gave the bottle neck and shoulders a generous coating. Pushing it back into her cunt, Helen couldn't find any discernable difference, but she wanted Steve to think she was trying so she continued thrusting it hard into her as if genuinely attempting to engulf it. The problem, if it was a problem, was that she was as randy as fuck and wanted something really big and thick right inside her. So the thrusts were by no means half hearted, and she was taking real pleasure from feeling it slamming against the opening of her tunnel. Soon she was once again mauling her breasts, twitching her pelvis, and gasping from approaching orgasm. She looked around, checking if the two men were still wanking over her activities, (they were) then she pretended to wank the bottle as it stuck out of her cunt, looking straight at the two men and smiling encouragement. She was deliberately lewd and crude, something about the freedom of tonight had touched a chord with her, and she was enjoying it to the full. Running her hands up and down the bottle as if it were the shaft of a cock made the neck move around inside her, catching briefly against the walls of her tunnel and sending little darts of pleasure to her brain. So, settling back down, she began wriggling it around on purpose, pushing it hard into her at the same time. The brief contact it was making inside her was pushing her over the edge into orgasm, and the wriggling of her hips pushing back against the bottle was no longer voluntary. Then just as her orgasm hit, she felt it give as little, sliding deeper a few inches to bang against her cervix. Her eyes popped open and she almost screamed with the pleasure of it. She knew instinctively what had happened. She had actually enveloped the bottle. She had managed to take its full width into her cunt and her overstretched cunt was saying thank you with a magical orgasm. Now she wriggled it around even more, feeling the hard neck circling her softer cervix and sending her to heaven. She was holding her breath, unable to breath in case the pleasure ceased or turned to pain, unable to stop herself from clenching the bottle with the walls of her cunt, unable to do anything except go with her orgasm, let it engulf her, flow over and through her in mixed waves of ecstasy, anxiety and wonder. She was in wonder of what she had done, scared of what she had done, but most of all, proud of what she had done and she wanted everyone to see it. Even as her orgasm began to subside she was pointing to the bottle with her free hand, making Steve and everyone else present aware that she had actually managed to get a wine bottle into her cunt. How slutty was that? Steve sat there in silence until she was over her climax, amazed and awed by Helen's achievement nearly as much as she was. Then he spoke in a near whisper. "I guess I'll be tasting KY then!" "Wait, I can cum again yet!" Helen was already beginning to fuck herself again with the bottle buried inside her, sliding it in and out of her cunt, confident now that she could do it without doing herself harm. Taking deep until it just reached the end, then withdrawing it until the shoulder began to reappear, but without coming out altogether. She was in a state of nearly permanent orgasm, what is called a 'rolling orgasm' when one tiny climax is followed immediately by another. Once again she looked to check on her audience, sure in her own mind that there were more faces there than there was before. She was glad, she wanted to be seen, absolutely needed to be seen, performing the lewdest things she could think of. She looked for her two wankers, seeing two cocks still being rubbed and pulled alongside her, though without being sure, she suspected that at least one was different from the earlier pair. Suddenly she remembered the window button and fumbled for it, desperate to get the window open before they came. She found it and the glass whined its way into the door. "Come on, you two, wank over my tits. Let me feel your hot spunk on me." The two men jostled for position but managed to organise themselves side by side, both pointing their cocks at Helen's boobs. With those two wanking into the open window and her bottle still thrusting in and out of her, Helen turned to Steve. "Can you play with my clit?" She asked, gasping as another miniature orgasm struck. "If you can strum me as well, I'll be well away!" Steve reached over and began playing with Helen's clit, at the same time wondering what had happened to the rather demure lady he had picked up from the roadside not many hours before. He would not have believed her capable of such vulgar behaviour. The bottle inside Helen's pussy was distorting the shape of her cleft, and Steve could feel it pass by his fingertips as he worked on her clit. How she had managed to take it he would never know, but he was sorry that she had, as that had done him out of the fuck he so desperately needed. His cock was iron hard and his balls ached as if he'd been kicked. Soon he would need to do it himself or hope that Dinah might oblige! Nonetheless, her wanted to see Helen cum again, and played purposefully with her clit, stroking and flicking it with his finger tips, as she continued to fuck herself with the bottle. Meanwhile, one of the two men was reaching his own climax, grunting loudly as he pulled at his cock. Helen saw this and, using her free hand, cupped her own breast and offered it up for his the cum that came spurting from him. "That's it, all over my tits, make them slippy with your cum, that's it, I want it all!" And she got it all, long ribbons of cum arced through the window to land across her boobs and run down onto her stomach. She groaned with pleasure from it, pushing the bottle home in her with even greater force, a major orgasm gathering within her pelvis. But even as his climax dribbled away to nothing the other man came, sending more gouts of cream over her, much of it missing her breasts and landing on her neck and chin, from where gravity took it to its intended target. Letting go of her breasts Helen massaged the cum covered areas, spreading it over herself, rubbing it into her skin, moaning and gasping from her gathering climax. Her orgasm, when it came, was what she believed to be the strongest she had ever had, bringing strangled screams of joy from her as ecstasy rolled through her body in unending waves, overloading every nerve with pleasure until she thought she could take no more. But still it went on, her body jerked like a mad thing, her hips and pelvis thrusting against the bottle still impaled in her cunt, pushing against Steve's fingers as they tried to stay in contact with her clit, and making her hands grasp uselessly at her cum slippery tits. When it was over she slumped against her seat, letting the wine bottle slip unheeded from her body. Steve had long since lost touch with her clit and withdrew his hand unnoticed as she lay back on her seat, a sweat shiny, cum covered, breathless heap of quivering woman. "Put the light off, please Steve, let me rest for a few minutes." Steve turned off the light and raised the passenger window, the watching doggers drifting away now that the show was over. "When I get my breath back..." Helen began, too short of breath to finish. She took a few deep breaths and tried again. "When I get my breath back..." This time it was only a pause. "Will you fuck me?" "Oh yes, of course I will, I'd love that!" "But will you do it out on the grass, in the open where people might see, but not where they definitely will see?" "If that's what you want." Steve didn't quite understand what she wanted. "I've done my showing off for tonight." She was breathing a little easier now. "But I still like the idea that someone might see!" Steve thought he understood her now. "Ok, if we go straight back from the car through those trees, there's a little clearing about four yards back that we can use." Dogging with Helen Helen was now using a tissue to clean the cum from her skin. "I wish we still had a drop of that wine left." She remarked. "I don't, otherwise you wouldn't have had the bottle to play with!" "That's true." She agreed. "Bloody hell, Steve, whatever got into me to do that?" "A wine bottle!" They looked at each other. Helen because the remark seemed so obvious, and Steve because the remark was intentionally obvious and he wanted to judge the result. Steve grinned, Helen smiled, and they both began to giggle. Then they were both laughing uncontrollably in an emotional release. "You stupid sod." Helen told him, still laughing. Tension released Helen looked at Steve. "Right, are you ready for me?" "Do you always ask silly questions?" He countered "Well, if you are, get your things off, I'm not shagging you fully dressed with me starkers!" With a discreet and incongruous look around to make sure no one was watching, Steve began wriggling out of his clothes. This time he was watched by Helen. By now Dinah had finished her display and her car was gone, but on the far side of the park a van was acting as shelter for two couples who were taking it in turns to offer up the ladies to be shagged, and this, naturally was getting all the attention. While this diversion was ongoing Helen and Steve slipped naked from their car and went quickly and quietly through the narrow band of trees to the clearing Steve had spoken of. It was just as he had promised, except that he had not mentioned the soft moonlight or the warm and gentle breeze that still raised goose bumps on their skin. Helen lay on the grass holding her arms open for Steve, but when he made to lie on top of her she pulled him down beside her instead. "In a minute, Steve, let me just say something first." He looked at her puzzled, but nodded his agreement. "Let me first say thank you for bringing me here tonight." She placed a finger across his lips to silence his response. "It really has been quite an eye-opener for me. I have seen things, both in the park and in me, that I never dreamed existed. Up till now only one person had ever watched me masturbate, and that just using my fingers. Up till now I have only ever had sex in private, and up till now I've never watched strangers fucking. I feel quite liberated. I don't know if I'll ever do this again, I'm not sure how acting like such a slut is going to sit with me in the morning, but I'll never ever be shy about sex any more, that's for sure. So thank you very much. Please fuck me! I need to feel a cock in me now." Helen pulled Steve on top of her, spreading her legs and shifting slightly to accommodate him as she felt the tip of his cock nudging her pussy. She was still sticky with the remains of two loads of cum, still slippery from the mix of KY and her own juices, but neither she nor Steve cared, they both needed this fuck. Steve's cock slid easily into Helen, deep and hard, in one thrust. He was so ready to fuck and she so ready to receive him. Immediately he began to thrust heavily into her, pulling right back then plunging to full depth in hard deliberate strokes, taking her, dominating her, fucking her! He had waited all evening for this. He had watched others fuck, watched her play with her own cunt, looked on as she filled herself with an inanimate object, and seen her spattered with other men's spunk, even rubbed her clit to help her to orgasm, but during all that time he had never tried to get his own release. During the entire evening he had watched out for, and supported, this dogging virgin with an aching scrotum and outsize erection, and now he was taking his own pleasure. He was going to fill her so full of cum that she would drown from the inside! For Helen this was just what she needed. She had behaved like a total tart, exhibited herself to strangers, done things she's never considered before, even down to inviting strangers to shoot their cum over her, and having come down from her state of total lust, she was now feeling just a little bit ashamed. A good 'proper' fuck would redress the balance; give her something to remember of the evening that she could actually tell her friends about. So, even though her pussy was sore from stretching and accommodating a wine bottle – a wine bottle for fucks sake! -, she accepted Steve's cock gratefully, pushing up against him as he thrust into her. She wrapped her arms around his back and held him to her, wanting and needing the full body contact this gave. It was never going to be the longest fuck on record, Steve's state of high arousal would not allow that, but it certainly became one of the most energetic. As Steve gave vent to the frustrations of the evening her pounded into Helen harder and harder, slamming her back against the grass, marking the inside of her thighs with his hips and bruising her pussy where he thumped his body against it. It hurt her. She was already tender from her exertions and Steve's hammering added to her discomfort. But it was a cathartic discomfort, one she needed and enjoyed, cleansing her of guilt for her exploits and reminding her how good 'normal' sex could be. Then with an animal sound from deep in his throat he came, flooding her with his cream, shooting spurt after spurt deep into her, splashing it over her cervix and into her womb, ramming his cock as far into her as he could, determined that she would receive every drop of his fluids deep inside her pussy. Helen adored it. She was not going to cum again herself and this gave her the opportunity to enjoy Steve's climax as if by proxy, and in a strange sort of way, to pay him back for looking after her. She felt the discharge of pent up frustration as he released his spunk into her, each gout a little more satisfaction returned to him for his evening's endeavours on her behalf, each spurt she accepted another payment to him. Soon it was over, Steve lay spent and limp in her arms, his breathing as ragged and laboured as hers had been earlier. She hugged him, stroking the back of his head and kissing his cheek in gratitude. She was content to lie like this for as long as he needed, hoping now that no-one would come along and see them, for that would spoil this ending to her evening. An evening like no other in her life, and an evening that she would both smile to herself and quietly blush about for the rest of her life.