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Doggie

By: maniax



I haven't seen my big brother, Roger, in 2 years. My parents were not too wild about the woman he ended up with and made their lives miserable. They all fought horribly all the time and finally, after he got married he and his new wife moved across the country. My parents have forbidden me to have any contact with him. It is now two years later and Roger and "that woman" has separated. Now that I'm on summer vacation they have given me permission to visit him. 

I arrived at the airport and after about 15 minutes, I saw my big brother, he looked amazing. The California coast has made him tan, and buff. I always thought he was great looking but now, PHEW! He saw me and ran up to me and we gave each other a huge hug. I didn't want to let him go I had missed him so much. We got my bags and on the way to the parking lot I updated him on mom and dad. He was still a little angry with them and didn't want to talk about them much. By the time we reached the car, we were talking about all the places he wanted to take me, and how he wanted to show his "sexy sister" off to his friends. Roger is four years older than I am, so to hear him refer to me as sexy made me blush a little. In the car I wanted to be next to him so I made my seatbelt as loose as possible so I could slide closer to him. I leaned on him and he smiled and put his arm around me, pulling me tightly to him. When we got to his house, he opened the front door and a dog jumped on him. He started playing with him and the dog was all over him as if he had been gone for days. He held his collar and motioned me into the house. "This is Rabbit...Gayle and I got her when we moved here."

"What kind of name is Rabbit?"

"Gayle named her, I didn't like it at first, but it suits her. She has these little things she does that I swear make you think of a rabbit" "It's the funniest thing to watch, you'll see"

"I look forward to it", I said sarcastically. He smiled at me. 

After I got settled, we ordered takeout and sat in the living room eating. Rabbit was at Roger's feet and once in awhile he would give her little bits of food, which she hungrily ate from his fingers. Roger always let her lick his fingers before he moved his hand away. She was a cute dog.

I have been here two weeks, having a great time going out to restaurants, sightseeing, partying. Roger takes me everywhere, he has introduced me to most of his friends, who are ALL great. Roger is the perfect host and even when he has to work he would leave his car for me so I can get out and do things on my own. Rabbit and I are getting along great too. We go for walks a couple of times a day, and when I come in the house she always jumps all over me now too. 

Rabbit woke me up and after playing with her a little I decided to take a bubble bath. I was soaking in the tub and feeling sexy, I was shaving my legs and decided to shave my pubic hair. It took me a while and there was still a little stubble but I was mostly hairless. 

Roger is working today so I decided to go into the city for the day to shop. I was a little nervous, because I had to drive on the highway and after I went outside I realized I had forgotten some things and went back inside. As I was backing out of the driveway I heard a YELP! and, a thud. I slowly stepped out of the car hoping what I was thinking was not what had happened. But, when I went to the back of the car, I could have died. I had hit Rabbit. I didn't know what to do so I called Roger, I was crying uncontrollably and finally I told him what had happened, he was quiet for about a minute, then he told me he would be home as soon as he could and hung up. It took me a while to regain by composure and I was about to go back outside when Roger called back. He said one of his friends would be by and would take us to the animal hospital. 

Greg and Julie came by about 15 minutes after the accident and took Rabbit and I to the animal hospital. Roger got there about an hour later, but Rabbit had already died.

I couldn't even look at him the ride home in the car, and he didn't say anything to anyone. When we got to the house, Julie asked if she should stay and Roger told her no, so they left.

I tried to apologize, but he just ignored me, he locked his bedroom door and would not talk to me when I tried to talk to him several times that night. The next day he went to work and took the car. 

I cleaned the house and made a nice pasta dinner, and when Roger got home, I made myself scarce. I stayed in my room for most of the evening and only came out to get some things from the kitchen or to clean up. I hoped that he would at least try to make eye contact with me but it did not happen. I cried until I fell asleep. 

At about 4a.m. I had an epiphany. I was so excited about it I couldn't fall back to sleep. At 6a.m., I took my shower and got dressed. Roger's alarm went off, and then his shower was turned on. I went to the kitchen and waited. Roger came in to the kitchen and poured a bowl of cereal. He turned around and stopped when he saw me. I was on all fours, I barked at him. He gave me a WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING? expression. I barked at him again and he shook his head, smiled and went into the living room. He sat down on the couch and I scampered in after him. I barked at him again and he looked at me, I started to whimper. He took a couple pieces of cereal and handed it to me, I ate them, then I licked his fingers. I looked up to see him looking at me, my pussy started to tingle. He fed me a couple more times; I licked his fingers after each time, sucking sometimes. Whenever I looked at him he was looking at me, just watching my mouth or looking into my eyes. I was really getting into it and he was too, I think. About 10 minutes passed and he got up and went back into the kitchen, he poured more cereal into the bowl and brought it into the living room, he put it on the floor in front of me. He mussed my hair and left. 

It worked, I couldn't stop smiling, I put the cereal on the coffee table and sat on the couch. I leaned back and started thinking about what just happened, I pushed my hands inside my shorts and started to rub my pussy. I was already wet, I couldn't believe how turned on I was, I rubbed my pussy harder and squeezed my breast. I pushed my fingers inside my hot pussy; it wasn't long before I gushed all over my hands.

I decided to go for a walk, when I went outside the car was there so I decided to go into the city instead. I had not changed my clothes, and I didn't want to, I wanted to feel naughty. I spent the day shopping for things for the house, wondering if the people around me could see and smell how horny I was. I did get a couple of leery looks but the thoughts going through my mind was enough to keep my pussy dripping. 

As I brought the packages to the car, I saw some, more, smaller stores, I put the packages in the trunk and went over to check them out. One of the stores was an adult book/toys store. I thought it would be fun; maybe I could buy a porno (my first) for later on, so I went in. They had so many things I've never seen before. I couldn't stop looking at the huge dildoes and vibrators, and I started to wonder how big Roger's cock was. I was getting hornier thinking of Roger naked and I pushed my hand in my shorts. I closed my eyes, and then I heard a noise. I was shocked back to reality when I saw some people watching me. There were a few people in the store, mostly men and some couples. They were all looking at me lustfully. I had walked almost to the back of the store when a very attractive brunette with huge breasts came over to me. She was wearing a very tight v-neck t-shirt cut-offs and no bra and a very mini skirt. She told me her name was Shandi and asked if I wanted help. I told her I was just looking and she smiled and said, "No one comes in here to just look." I didn't realize it but I was staring at her breasts she smiled and took my hand, "You like my outfit?"

"Yes" 

"What's your name?"

"Angela"

"Angel, mmmmm...are you?" she was smiling.

We started walking to the very back of the store. We went down this hallway and she opened a door and pulled me into the room behind her. The room grew bigger as we walked more inside, sort of like a triangle, everywhere was glass except for the door, in the middle of the room was a pole and toward the largest side (the back wall) was a bed. I sort of pulled back, but she grasped my hand tighter and said "Don't worry honey, this will be fun, I promise." She pulled me to the bed and I sat down, then she went over and leaned on the pole, facing me. Her breasts were huge; they must have been 36D's. She started to squeeze her breasts and pinched her nipples; she lifted one breast and licked the nipple, flicking her tongue all over it. "You like eating pussy, I can tell"

"I've never done it"

She looked surprised, "we'll take care of that". Shandi lifted her shirt up and started to lick her naked breast, then she took it off and walked over to me. She straddled me, her breasts in my face "Lick them for me," I kissed one breast then stuck my tongue out and licked the inside of her boob. She moaned a little as I moved my tongue to her nipple, I flicked my tongue over nipple then took it in my mouth. She moaned louder when I sucked it and I opened my mouth wider so I could put more of her boob in my mouth. She started to grind her pussy on me. I grabbed both breasts with my hands and started to squeeze and mash them while I moved my mouth from one to the other, kissing, licking and sucking each as hard as I could. Shandi was telling me between moans, to suck harder and how good it felt. She pushed me back on the bed, her miniskirt was now around her waist, she was grinding her pussy on me as she started to squeeze and rub my breasts. She stopped and took my blouse off, then she stood up and pulled off my shorts and panties. I took off my bra while she unzipped her skirt letting it fall to the floor. She came over and laid on top of me, kissing me squeezing my 34C's, she started to kiss my neck then she was sucking on my nipple. I was rubbing my hands all over her squeezing her ass, kissing her, she smelled of baby powder. Shandi continued sucking my breasts, then she moved her hand between my legs. "Oooooooo, honey your pussy is so wet... somebody's had a full morning," she pushed a finger in me, I was moaning loudly, pushing my pussy on her hand trying to get more in me, she pushed two more fingers in my pussy and was fingerfucking me. My whole body started shaking as I came. Shandi pulled her fingers out and was licking them she pushed them in my mouth and we both licked all my cumjuice off her hand. We started kissing again, more softly, we moved to the middle of the bed together, still kissing, I put my arm around her back and we both rolled over, now I was on top. 

I started to kiss her harder, pushing my breasts down on hers, I was telling her how beautiful she was. Now I was moving down kissing, sucking, biting her breasts, kissing, licking her stomach. I was licking above her pubic hairs, I lifted one leg up and kissed her inner-thigh, she was moaning and pushing her pussy to my face. I said, "Tell me what to do Shandi" 

"Ooooooo baby, push your tongue in my pussy" I pushed my tongue in her as far as I could and started to move it in and out as fast as I could, she moaned and grinded her pussy on my mouth. I grabbed both her legs spread them wide, now I was licking up and down in long strokes looking at her pink, her clit, sucking on her pussy lips, flicking my tongue on her clit. "Ohh gaaaaard, yes," Shandi's hips were bucking all over. She closed her legs around my head. I grabbed her legs and continued to play with her clit, she was breathing rapidly, gasping. Her body became stiff and her juice flowed out of her. I still licked her, licking up everything, she was still breathing heavily, but was now hardly moving. I licked her pussy dry and climbed onto her, we hugged each other and started kissing. I stopped kissing her,

"Did I do it right"?

She laughed "you sure did honey...I told you you like eating pussy," we kissed. 

We got dressed and went back out to the store, now EVERYONE was looking at me, at us, some with smiles on their faces. A man across from us started rubbing his cock when I looked at him, I could see his hard cock through his pants. Shandi grabbed my hand, "so...why did you come in here?" 

"I'm not sure"

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

I hesitated, "Yes...his name is Roger," I blushed.

Shandi smiled, "Do you think he would like what we did today." I didn't answer. "What do you like doing together?"

"Ah, ...role-playing"

"Great, follow me" I followed her to the front of the store to where the "clothes" were; she picked up a French maid uniform. "This is one of our most popular outfits, but ...I gotta say I see you wearing something else," she picked up a black body-suit, it was a sheer micro netting. She held it in front of herself and pulled the legs apart showing it had no crotch, it was perfect. Next we picked up a pair of 3in stiletto heeled black shoes. A table with an assortment of whips, belts and other paraphernalia, including dog collars was nearby, I picked up a rhinestone studded collar and a leash, Shandi raised her eyebrows, "Angel in definitely not angelic...you are sure full of surprises. Just what kind of games do you and Roger play?' We smiled at each other, and walked toward the register. Shandi put everything in a bag, added some edible body lotion and a business card and handed me the bag. I was about to say something, when she said "A gift from me." We kissed each other goodbye.

As I walked to my car, I stopped and I turned around for no reason, and in the distance going in the opposite direction, was a couple that sort of looked like Greg and Julie. 

I drove back to the house and hurriedly put everything away. I made dinner and took a shower. I soaped myself with my hands, touching myself, remembering what I had uncovered about myself earlier. I enjoyed being with a woman and I had more than sisterly feelings for my brother. I put on a dress that looked really good on me. It was pretty snug with a low-cut neck and it showed off my curves. I put on the dog collar and leash. I poured myself a glass of wine and gulped it down, then poured another and waited for Roger. I was all ready to do the femme fatale thing but when I heard him outside thanking someone, I panicked and by the time he opened the door I was on all fours again. 

He picked up the mail and walked over to me, he sat down and started going through the mail. I crawled over to him and barked at him. I put my head on his knee and he started playing with my hair. We were looking at each other, he got up and went to his room. He had changed into sweats when he came back out, he went to the kitchen and I followed him. After he made himself a plate he poured a bowl of cereal and put it on the floor in front of me, I lowered my head and started to eat. I wasn't really hungry so I was picking up one piece of cereal at a time. I folded my arms in front of me and lowered my upper body to the floor, my butt was sticking in the air. I looked behind me and Roger was looking at me. I wiggled my ass at him and continued eating. He came into the kitchen and grabbed a beer. Then he grabbed another beer and a bowl, he took my leash and led me into the living room and poured one of the beers into the bowl and put it in front of the TV. I smiled and lowered myself on my elbows and started to lap up my beer. My butt was turned toward him, sticking straight up. 

He had a very clear view of my thong covered ass and pussy. I drank most of my beer and was starting to feel a little bolder, so I crawled over to Roger, my knees were hurting but I was determined to play this through. I put my paws up on his legs and leaned into him. Our eyes were locked as I pushed my face into his crotch. He was already hard, I rubbed my face on his hardon and kissed his cock over and over. I looked up at Roger and he exhaled as I started to lick his cock through his pants. I wanted to take his pants off and used my mouth and teeth to grab the ties to his pants, and pulled it loose. I was tired of this stupid game, I wanted his cock in my mouth, he must have read my mind and pulled his pants down. I swallowed his cock with one gulp, I clamped my mouth over his shaft and sucked hard wanting to feel all of him, I couldn't get all of his cock in my mouth, so I climbed up on the couch. Roger groaned and was slowly pushing his cock in my mouth, slowly fucking my mouth. 

I was sucking faster, Roger's hand was rubbing my ass, squeezing my asscheeks. I pushed my butt on his hand, I wanted him to touch my pussy. The anticipation was driving me crazy, he grabbed my panties and pulled it tight, the thong was in my pussy lips and asscrack, rubbing my clit hard, he pulled it more tightly and my body started shaking as I orgasmed. I fell on Roger, I was breathing heavily and kissing his still-hard cock, he was rubbing his cock slowly and groaning more loudly then he started to pull himself up, half standing, he pointed his cock to my face and exploded. I opened my mouth wide taking as much as I could, I swallowed all of it and took his cock in my mouth again as he sat back down, sucking in the final drops, licking all that was left. "Angela"

"Angela...stop" I looked up at him, he gently moved me away and stood up, he went to his room, this time I followed him.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that"

"WE did it together, Angela, its no ones' fault"

"I don't want you to have another reason to hate me"

"Angela, I don't hate you...what happened with Rabbit was an accident, I know that" "I was going to tell you last night, but I heard you crying in your room and I felt really bad at how I treated you. As for all of this, maybe I shouldn't have encouraged you and this game. I don't know what I was thinking. This morning, I thought it was cute and funny but I had all day to think about it and then this evening...I am confused and I... I don't know"

I went over and hugged him, he put his arms around me and we squeezed each other. We started kissing, I could feel his cock getting harder. "Shouldn't you be on all foursJ" I walked away from him and kneeled on the bed. "I was joking... but"

Roger came over and started to rub my ass. "Who is a good little doggie?" he was laughing. I opened my legs wider showing him my wet panties, he pushed his fingers into my panties, then a finger into my pussy. I moaned and looked back at him as he pulled his finger out and licked it. "Mmmmm, are you sure you want this?" I barked my response. He pulled my panties down as I turned my head away from him. I moved my legs as he took them off, then he pulled my legs even wider apart. He started rubbing my pussy, "Angela, you have the prettiest pussy I've ever seen." He was rubbing me again, then I felt something wet. I closed my eyes as I felt his tongue push into me. He pulled my pussy lips apart and was licking inside my pussy lips up to my clit, doing it over and over, I was moaning loudly and pushing my pussy on his face. I was down on my elbows, barely able to stay on my knees, Roger pushed his fingers into my hole and another in my asshole, my body began to shake as I came, my legs gave out as I fell completely on the bed. Roger lay on top of me, kissing my back "You are so beautiful," I turned over, he was kissing my breasts, my stomach "You are so beautiful". 

"I want you inside of me"

"Angela, once we do this..."

"Roger...take your clothes off." We were kissing again more hungrily, stopping to pull his shirt off, then his pants. Roger positioned himself between my legs, still kissing me. I could feel his cockhead at my hole, then with a forceful thrust and a grunt he pushed his cock into me. We were both still for a moment, moaning, absorbing each other, kissing tenderly then Roger slowly started to pull out and pushing himself back in, our rhythm already in sync, slowly fucking, kissing, holding on to each other. We pulled apart, Roger pushed my legs back with his forearms and was now fucking me faster, more forcefully, impaling me continually. Guttural grunting, moaning, screaming, the slapping of our sweating bodies filled the room, the house. I screamed out as I came again, Roger was pounding me even harder when he yelled he was cumming as he and I both gushed all over each other. We couldn't move, my legs were now around his back as we lay together breathing heavily. Roger and I made love several times throughout the night, until, we fell asleep holding each other.


Doggie Play



It's Saturday. I wake up stretch and reach for my slave. The bed is empty next to me and I realize that he is still at work as he works the graveyard shift. I look at the clock and realize that he will be home within the hour.

I jump out of bed, get dressed in the tank top dress that I usually run around the house in and start getting breakfast going. I can feel the excitement building inside me as I know what's in store for him when he gets home. I hear his key in the doorknob as he unlocks the door and opens it.

When he comes in and closes the door behind him, he turns around he sees me standing there with a rolled up newspaper in one hand and a collar in the other. I smack him on the side of the head with the newspaper and say, "Bad doggie. Don't ever run away like that again. Now heel." He puts down his items and gets on all fours in front of me. I pat his head and say, "Good boy."

I reach down and put the collar around his neck and attach it. I reach next to me and grab the leash from the bookshelf to my right and attach it to the collar and lead him into the kitchen. I make him take off his clothes while I'm getting his breakfast. 

When I turn back around, he is obediently sitting there on all fours looking up, patiently waiting for me.

I put the dog bowl on the floor and say, "There you go, boy. Eat up." 

I go to the living room and sit down with my plate and eat my breakfast as I watch him slurp up his. 

When he is finished, he crawls over to me and looks at me. I put my plate down on the floor and say, "There you go, you can lick the rest of Mine." He puts his head down and starts licking my plate.

When I see that he is done, I get the plate and grab his leash and make him follow me into the kitchen where I pick up his bowl and put the dishes into the sink. I look over at the floor in the middle of the kitchen and see a puddle (which I had placed there earlier with some of my fresh morning urine). I look at him with displeasing eyes and say, "Bad boy. Look what you did." 

I get the newspaper and start swatting him on the butt. He looks down in shame and I lead him over to the puddle. I say, "Clean it up, bitch." 

He obediently puts his head down and starts lapping up the puddle while I am still smacking him with the newspaper.

When he is done I say, "Now don't do that again or you'll have to sleep in the dog house tonight." 

I then bring him back into the living room by the leash and I sit down on the couch. I put my foot by his face and, like the good dog he is, he starts licking my feet. I giggle because it feels so good. I move my feet around so that he is able to lick all the various places on my foot, including my toes and sole of my foot. I switch to the other foot and do the same thing.

I reach beside me and find the whiffle ball and throw it across the room. I say, "Go get it boy" and then I watch as he crawls along the floor, finds the ball, puts it into his mouth and starts to bring it back. I notice that it takes up a good portion of his mouth and saliva is dripping out of his mouth. 

When he comes back to me, I make him sit and keep the ball in his mouth as I stroke his hair and pet his back and down over his butt watching him as he slobbers all over the ball. I smack his butt a couple of times with my hand. I say, "Ok boy, put the ball down" and point to the floor. 

He turns and spits out the ball onto the floor where I am pointing.

I say, "Ok boy, speak" and snap my fingers a couple of times over his head. He then starts barking. I keep saying that a couple more times till he has barked quite a bit. I then pet his head again and pull his hair and then pet it again. 

I put my feet up on the coffee table in front of me so that my legs are half bent. I grab the leash and pull him under my leg and between my thighs.

I spread my legs and he begins licking my clit. I keep pulling the leash and begin stroking his hair as he continues to lick the juices. I say, "Oh yeah, good boy, that's it." 

He is hearing my moans and feeling his hair being pulled to bring his head further into me. When I am just about to orgasm, I pull the leash and pull him away from me before the big climax.

I turn around and get down on the floor leaning over the couch and pull him behind me with the leash over my shoulder and say, "Come on boy, fuck me like the dog you are." He reaches up and puts his hands on my hips as he enters me from behind. I feel his cock inside me and I moan with pleasure. 

I'm pulling on the leash over my shoulder with my left hand and reaching down to my clit with the right hand, rubbing and massaging. I say, "Harder boy, harder!"

He continues stroking harder, pulling my hips into him. As he is banging me now with a fury, I continue to rub until I am screaming with pleasure. He feels me close around his hard cock as I explode with the most incredible orgasm. He continues to stroke as I come down slowly from the euphoria. He can feel me shuddering and hear my muffled moans as I have my head buried in the couch cushion.

When I raise my head, I say, "Ok, boy." He can feel the juices all over his cock as the air hits his cock when he pulls it out of me. I stand up and put my crotch in his face and pull him into me with the leash as he starts to lick the orgasmic juices flowing out of me and down my leg. I let him continue to lick me while I stand there over him until I feel most of the juices have been consumed.

I then lead him by the leash into the bedroom. As I enter the doorway and he follows behind me on all fours, he looks into the room and on the bed is Mara. He looks with surprise as he didn't even realize she had been there this whole time. She says in her cute doggie voice, "Hi girl. How's my good girl doing today?"

She comes over to pet him on the head. (I don't think she realizes that he is a boy dog, but that's ok.) She offers him a similar ball like the one we had played with earlier. She puts it up to his nose and as he goes to put it in his mouth, she throws it into the hallway. I let the leash go and he goes chasing after the ball.

I smile at Mara and say, "Aren't dogs fun to play with?" 

She nods at Me with a smile and says, "Yeah, but when I had a my dog, I used to play with her in a different way." 

I say, "How's that?" 

By this time he had retrieved the ball and brought it back to her. She reaches down to his collar and leads him to the bed and says, "Up, girl" and pats the bed.

He obediently gets on the bed on all fours. I put a towel down beneath his mouth because he is drooling so much. She puts on the pink rubber gloves and he hears that snapping sound and immediately knows what's coming next. 

I'm sitting in front of him with my legs spread so that he is looking directly at my pussy. I watch Mara as she puts on the strap on and attaches the dildo inside of it. He feels something wet sliding inside his ass and realizes it's her finger.

I watch as she loosens him up enough to insert the dildo inside of him. I hear him moaning as he feels the large object going inside of him. I start to touch myself and watch the pleading look on his face as he wants so much to be licking me, but can't because of the ball inside his mouth. 

I watch as Mara continues to fuck him from behind as she is saying, "Good girl" and rubbing his ass.

I reach beneath him and pinch his nipples. As I have an orgasm, I reach up and pull the ball out of his mouth and grab the leash and pull him into me and let him finish me off. 

When I am done, Mara removes the strap on and we both lavish attention on him, saying, "Good doggie" in our cutest doggie voices and giggle.



Doggie Style



I had noticed him and the Doberman on evening walks. We set out around the same time and usually nodded or even smiled at each other when we passed. It was the Doberman that had caught my interest at first. He was quite a magnificent animal and because of Patra, I took a very keen interest in him. Patra was my darling canine companion. And when it was time for Patra to get a mate, I naturally thought of him.

I knew where he lived; I'd seen him turn into the little gate many times. Entering the small yard, I looked around for the Doberman. When nothing came tearing down towards me, I tentatively advanced to the front door and rang the bell. A harsh buzz sounded inside, I could hear him moving around and coming to the door. He opened it and his steamy gaze caressed me from head to toe. Returning his look, I took him in for the first time. He looked so… male. Why hadn't I noticed him properly before? A familiar stirring in the pit of my stomach caught my attention for a moment. Staring at him, I almost forgot what I had come here for. 

His soft "Hi" brought me back to reality. His small smile very nearly sent me back into oblivion. With a little effort I got myself in order and followed him inside. Denim-covered buttocks, the tight fit revealing their firm shape. How would it feel to have my hands there, grabbing them, feeling their tautness beneath my supple hands, kneading them? God, I really couldn't believe I was lusting after him in our first meeting!

Sternly pulling myself together, I hoped he wasn't a mind reader. With a private smile, I cleared my throat and plunged into my reason for coming. 

"Patra, I mean, my - my Doberman, well, she's in heat and I wondered if you would lend your dog…," I trailed off in embarrassment. I was stuttering like an oversexed teenager! What was wrong with me? It wasn't as if this was the first time I had gone to acquire a mate for Patra. 

"Sure, next three days… in the evenings… let's say, around seven?" he asked in a sexy voice which sent shivers down my spine. Blushing, like he'd agreed for sex between us instead of the dogs, I nodded and made my escape.

All of the next day I was foolishly thinking of him, which just served to stimulate my anticipation. At six-thirty I had butterflies in my stomach and I was plotting various scenes in my head, all ending with me seducing him. His superb physique kept flashing in my mind, naked… my imagination filling up the areas I had not seen and building them up according to my own fantasies. Needless to say, I was quite aroused by the time I was ready to go.

The look on his face when he opened the door was very flattering. He leisurely ran his eyes over my svelte figure, making me feel all warm inside. He was wearing a tight fitting shirt that showed off his bulging muscles and hip hugging jeans. Did he have to incite my already overworked imagination? Afraid that he'd guess the direction into which my thoughts were going, I quickly glanced down at Patra. He took the hint and moved aside to let us in.

Leading Patra inside, we let her loose in the backyard. His Doberman came running and she took off with him. We went back to the living room and sat down, facing the floor-to-ceiling windows that looked onto the backyard. It was a mistake. After about five minutes of introductory conversation the dogs came back and started doing it right there, in front of us. The coupling was beautifully framed by the huge glass window. This was the final straw. I could no longer keep up the pretence at normalcy.

Openly ogling now, I couldn't stop looking at them. My body was visibly getting aroused looking at the dogs having sex, and I knew that he was watching me. Still, I couldn't look away. The Doberman sniffed Patra's cunt and started licking it. I saw his red member protrude between his legs and he climbed on top of Patra and started to push it inside her. My gaze was fixed on the animals' display of raw sex and I heard a soft moan. I realized that the sound had come from me, surprising me. My breasts were swollen, the nipples hard, my pussy wet and dripping.

I heard him get up and come towards me, yet I couldn't look away. I was mesmerized by the frenzied thrusts the Doberman was now making and Patra's little whimpers. He took my hand and led me closer to the glass window. We were standing just about three feet away from the fucking dogs. Standing behind me, he folded his arms around me and cupped my tender breasts. He started to massage them slowly. I was already on fire and I could feel his hands working on me with each nerve ending. He unbuttoned my blouse and slipped his hands inside. Pushing up my bra, he squeezed my naked breasts making me moan in ecstasy. 

"Hmmm… you like that, huh?" he whispered in my ear. I could only mumble incoherently. 

He placed one hand against my abdomen and pressed his crotch into my buttocks. I felt his hard penis push into their softness. His other hand was playing with my nipple. His mouth was biting my earlobe, his groin moving against my rounded ass. 

The dogs had finished their display and were now out-of-sight. Quickly, he turned me and backed me up against the glass. He lifted the front of my skirt and I held my legs apart for him. Placing his hand on my soaking panties, he cupped my mound and started rubbing me through the sticky, wet material. I joined him, moving against his hand, pushing my wet cunt onto his hard hand. 

I realized I wanted to touch him too. Reaching for the snap of his jeans, I opened it, slid his zipper down in a rush and pushed my hands inside. I felt his bulge through his shorts and pressed my hand against it. He growled something unintelligible and slipped his hand inside my panties. Shifting myself and opening my legs wider to give him the space he needed, I continued grinding into his hand. One finger slid down my slit, into my dripping hole and his thumb was on my throbbing clit. He moved his thumb, I bucked against him and he chuckled. Suddenly, he pulled his hand out and moved away from me. 

I was bewildered until I realized he wanted to get more comfortable. Dragging me to the couch, he pushed me down and knelt down in front of me, between my open legs. My panties were done away with as he too shed his clothes quickly. I lay my head back and felt him start to nuzzle my clit with his nose. He pressed his mouth to my wet cunt and licked the juices flowing out. I had my hands on my breasts; pressing, tugging, squeezing. Then he pulled me onto the floor, on top of the rough carpet and entered me in a rush.

At his first thrust, I raised my hips and his cock was buried into me up to his balls. As I concentrated on the wonderful feeling of a hard cock moving in my cunt, I heard him moaning soft words to me. His hard pelvic bone brushed against my clit from time to time making me jerk uncontrollably. My hands were on his firm buttocks and I could feel his muscles relaxing and stiffening with the effort of moving. My wet pussy made slurping noises as he buried into me again and again. We were in an incredible hurry to fuck and he set up a hard and fast pace that left me out of breath, panting like the dogs. 

It wasn't long before I had my first shuddering orgasm. A few seconds of a huge spasm with my vagina clenching on his hard cock. My body tensed, unmoving for a moment before I was plunged headlong into the ecstasy. Held in one giant spasm, I writhed and thrashed about, dirty words spewing forth from between my clenched teeth. Finally it began to wane and I slumped back onto the carpet, worn but still ready for more. He let me rest for a few moments before turning me over. 

"Get on your hands and knees, we'll do it their style," he commanded. 

I raised my ass up in the air and he inserted his penis from the back. It started out slower this time. While I reached between my legs and rubbed my sensitive bud, he leaned forward and caught my hanging breasts with his hands and played with them. After a while, he started moving fast and I had to get both my hands on the floor to avoid being pushed over. Replacing my hand on my clit, he began to cruelly squeeze and pinch it. I cried out in surprise but I should say that the sensation was amazing. Being fucked gently and my clit being punished like that. It was great! Not long of this and I spun into my second orgasm, just minutes after the first one. Wave after wave of exquisite pleasure washed over me, spasm after spasm jolted through my body until I was almost hurting from the strain. My whole body feeling sore, I collapsed on my stomach, still trembling, beginning to relax, but he wasn't having any of that. He slapped my buttocks and urged me onto my back. 

Straddling my face, he offered his engorged cock into my mouth. He was hard and smooth, covered in my cum. I sucked on the head of his penis and licked the whole length of him right up to his balls. He twitched when I ran the tip of my tongue on the underside of his member. Nibbling at his balls, I felt his penis jerk in little fits and his face was contorted in exquisite pleasure. As I reached around him and kneaded his buttocks he guided the tip of his cock towards my lips. I sucked on the head of his cock and his grunts and moans filled my ears. The musky scent of sex was in the whole room.

I took all of him in and he started fucking my mouth, moving in and out with frantic thrusts. I could feel him tense and I knew he was going to cum then. I sucked him for all I was worth and he grew still for one final moment, arching his back gracefully before he came groaning and shouting, grinding his crotch into my face. He pulled out of my mouth just as he was shooting his load and his sweet, hot cum splattered all over my face and breasts.

I heard a soft "woof" beside me and looked up into Patra's dear face. "We're going to come here pretty often, Patra," I told her with a satisfied smile.

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Doggie Style



"Time for your walk," Master announces. He's holding the collar and leash as he waits in the doorway.

She feels her face grow warm, but follows him wordlessly to the car. She struggles to stay quiet and still as they make the half-hour drive to the park.

He stops at the guard shack at the park entrance; she keeps her face averted, afraid to meet the ranger's eye. A minute or two later, he's back and the entry gate swings open.

The trails are usually deserted this time of day, but she checks the parking lot automatically. Theirs is the only vehicle.

Master parks the truck and she sits, waiting for instructions. She feels him studying her, feels the heat and wetness building between her legs.

She flinches when he reaches for the collar and leash. "Strip," he tells her. "I want you naked, like the slut you are."

She goes dizzy at the order, but begins slipping her clothes off automatically. He's only recently started making her walk the trails nude, and the experience still terrifies her.

She doesn't argue, though, not even as she tugs her panties, the last bit of clothing, down over her hips.

He opens her door and she steps down, ready to drop to all fours at his word.

She keeps her eyes focused on the grass beneath her feet. Another week or two, and it will be scorched brown with summer heat, but right now it's green and soft under her bare feet. She forces herself to focus on the cool air playing over her skin, the tightening of her nipples as they grow hard, not the weight of his stare.

"On your hands and knees, now. Hurry."

She drops to all fours and closes her eyes, bracing herself. A heartbeat later, the paddle lands the first blow on her upturned ass. Master strikes her hard and fast, twenty stinging blows across her bare backside. She doesn't make a sound, but tears stream down her face as he finally stops and fastens the collar around her throat. It's heavy leather, fur-lined, and she's dizzy with relief as he pulls it tight. She is free now. The leash is next. She hears the click as he clips it to her collar and tries not to blush at the sudden rush of wetness between her legs. She opens her mouth and he sets the coiled length of leather between her teeth. She'll carry it in her mouth for the entire walk, like a well-trained dog.

The plug is next. She bites back a groan as he pushes it in, forcing herself to relax and accept the invader as it's thrust firmly into her ass. The plug is a horror, decorated with a tail of braided black suede. She hates it more than anything, more than the paddle or the leash clenched in her teeth.

His hands drop to stroke and cup her bare breasts and her breathing grows ragged. He fondles her for a minute or two before his fingers close around her erect nipples to pull and tug at the tender flesh. She aches to feel his mouth, his tongue there. He moves to her side and runs one hand down the valley between her breasts and over her stomach, pausing to stroke her mound. He keeps her shaved bare, another mark of his ownership, and his touch makes her tremble. His fingers trace the folds of her pussy and he laughs at the wetness there. "You're dripping," Master observes, thrusting two fingers up into her heat. "Does your pussy need a good fucking, slut?"

She nods immediately, obedient and truthful. She wishes it were his cock thrusting into her, and tries not squirm.

He pinches her clit hard, then pulls his hand away. "I'll let you beg for it later if you're a good little bitch. I want you to stay a few feet in front of me. Keep that pretty red ass nice and high and wiggle your hips."

"Yes, sir," she mumbles around the leash. Her face is bright red and she struggles to breathe normally. He slaps her hard on her right ass cheek and she lurches forward, crawling on all fours toward the woods. She knows he's filming her with the tiny digital camera he keeps in his shirt pocket as she makes her way awkwardly along the trail.

"Lift that ass higher, slut, and get those hips moving. You'll have to show me what a slut you are if you want that pussy of yours fucked."

Her skin feels impossibly hot and tight as she thrusts her backside up and spreads her legs wider for him. She's never felt so exposed, so completely on display for him, not even when he's ordered her to masturbate for him. She swings her hips deliberately from side to side as they reach the trailhead and flushes as he chuckles.

"Very nice, slut. Keep that bottom wiggling for me."

She's grateful that the trail is packed dirt, not asphalt, as they make their way. The surface is warm, but not blistering hot, under her hands and knees. They always follow the main trail, which twists and turns for a little more than a mile, through the park. 

On that first walk, he let her keep her clothes on, her denim skirt and T-shirt. She's never allowed a bra or panties.

She's overwhelmed, now, by how vulnerable she feels. Every brush of cool air over her skin, every swing of her hips, every slap of suede against her ass makes her blush and want to cry. She would feel safer indoors. She keeps her eyes focused on the ground, terrified to look up and see a stranger walking toward them. 

She knows he would share her with whoever came along, offer them the use of her mouth or her pussy. He took her to a club once and shared her with the other couples at their table. She came for all of them as they stripped her and spread her open right there.

Her clit is throbbing for attention and her thighs are slick with her juices when they reach the clearing at the highest point on the trail. He tells her to stop and she halts immediately and waits for his instructions.

She hopes he's finally going to fuck her, maybe even let her come, the way he did on that first walk, when he tore shoved her skirt up around her waist as he plunged into her. . He made her walk balk to the car with her skirt bunched up like that.

"Display," he orders.

She doesn't let herself think as she leans forward until her forehead touches the ground. She spreads her legs as wide as she can and reaches back to grasp her ankles as she thrusts her ass high.

"Smile for the camera," he tells her, and she forces herself to grin around the leash as he zooms in for a close-up. He'll e-mail it to all his friends later. He keeps a photo album of her on the coffee table to show guests.

He adjusts the camera and fiddles with the focus.

"Let's go," he says.

Aching with frustration, she starts forward again, remembering to swing her hips. 

In minutes, they come to a fork in the trail. If they veer left, they'll go up a hill toward the dog run. The path to the right will take them back to the trailhead.

This time, they veer left, and she ignores the sudden ache in her nipples.

The dogs start barking as they near the top of the hill. There are about a half a dozen of them, locked in a large wire cage. She panics for a second, wondering if Master will lock her in the cage with them, but he directs to a well-worn patch of ground several yards away.

"I think its time you got some exercise," Master says, and pulls a tennis ball out of his jacket pocket. He takes the leash off her collar and puts it in his pocket. "A good game of fetch should wear you out. Go get the ball like a good little bitch, or you'll spend the rest of the day in the cage with the other mutts."

He's never been this cruel. She's near tears as he tosses the ball into the weeds. By the fifth or sixth time she carries it back in her mouth and lays it at his feet, she's crying silently. He keeps throwing the ball farther away, telling her to scurry faster on her hands and knees after it. She knows he likes the way her breasts bounce as she hurries, likes the sight of her tail bobbing as she searches through the weeds for the tennis ball.


After about a dozen tosses, she hears the dogs barking again. Master pauses, looking over his shoulder, and calls out.

She freezes, wondering if whoever's coming can see her, kneeling there naked with the ball in her mouth and her collar pulled tight.

"Nice day for a run," a man calls.

"I've got a pretty little bitch here that needs some exercise," Master replies, and she wants to be ashamed of the sudden wetness between her legs.

She stares at the ground as the stranger approaches. She recognizes the dark green fabric of his trousers; he's one of the park rangers. "She is a pretty bitch," the ranger says. "Well-trained, too."

Master snaps his fingers and points to a spot in front of the ranger's feet. She blushes brick red and sets the ball there. The ranger chuckles and picks it up, tossing it a dozen yards away. She can hear the two men laughing as she hurries after the ball and she can barely see through tears of humiliation as she carries it back to the ranger.

Before he can toss the ball again, a second ranger joins them. "Playing fetch?" he asks amiably, and she starts to sob quietly as he takes the ball from his colleague. "Go on, girl. Go get it."

Another dozen tosses and she have exhausted, her arms and legs scratched and itchy from so many trips into the weeds.

"Does she do any tricks?" the second ranger asks, ruffling her hair as she sets the ball in front of him.

"Looks like she's ready to roll over and beg," his partner says, and the three men laugh.

She's panting and drenched with sweat when Master offers her to them.

They spend a few minutes examining her, running their hands over her breasts and bottom, laughing at the tail she's wearing. Then they're taking their places, the first ranger moving into position between her legs, sliding the tail out of the way, and telling her to lift her ass higher. The second ranger stands in front of her, holding her head as he rubs his crotch against her face. His cock is half-hard and he tells her to take into her mouth.

She unbuttons his trousers with her teeth, and then eases the zipper down, nosing through fabric until she has him in her mouth. She hears a rustle of fabric behind her and braces herself, breathing in hard as the two men enter her simultaneously, one filling her mouth, the other claiming her pussy.

The man behind her smacks her bottom sharply, encouraging her to work her hips up and down on his cock. The man in her mouth pulls her head back, forcing her to take him more deeply as he thrusts into her. "Take it, little bitch," he orders, voice ragged. His hands slide to squeeze her breasts.

She can't help but moan as they work her, one thrusting into her pussy as the other withdraws from her mouth. She loves being filled like this, loves the way the cock being jammed into her pussy drives the ass plug even further into her body. The man in her mouth begins playing with her nipples, worrying them between his fingers. A third hand slips between her legs and she spreads herself wider as skilled fingers strum her swelling clit.

Her lips close around the bulbous head of the cock in her mouth and she runs her tongue around the sensitive underside. A coil of heat is building in her center, growing tighter as she's fucked senseless. The man in her mouth groans and she knows he's close to coming. The fingers on her clit tease her closer to orgasm and the man in her pussy begins torturing her, withdrawing completely from her before plunging back in, his erratic rhythm leaving her frustrated.

"Want it, little bitch?" he taunts her. "Come and get it."

She whimpers, needing so badly to come, and he laughs and slams into her, tweaking and pinching her clit as she works her hips desperately.

The man fucking her mouth screams and jerks, and a hot spurt of cum fills her mouth. She swallows frantically, then whimpers as another pinch to her clit sends her careening into orgasm. Her body spasms and she rides the cock in her pussy shamelessly, milking it hard until he groans and slams into her again, coming in two or three long spurts.

She's almost too weak to support herself when they finally release her, but Master hasn't given her permission to collapse. So she kneels, exhausted and sticky with cum, on the grass while the two rangers zip themselves up. When they leave, Master clips the leash back onto her collar but holds onto it himself. He picks up the tennis ball and holds it in front of her and she automatically takes it in her mouth.

"Time to go home," he tells. "Good girl. Heel now."

And he leads her back down the trail. They pass a few hikers who stop and stare at the sight of her, naked and leashed and carrying the tennis ball in her mouth. She should be humiliated, but she's beyond that now, too exhausted to care.

When they reach the parking lot, he leads her to the back of the truck. Surprised, she watches him release the tailgate. "Up you go," he says, patting the bed of the truck. "Lie down like a good little bitch."

Tears sting as she climbs up and stretches out along the cold bed liner. "I'll have to put a blanket back here for you," he muses as he ties her leash to the side of the truck. "Next time."

He closes the tailgate and walks away. As he starts the engine, she closes her eyes and begins daydreaming about their next walk. 



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Doggie Time with Kayla



Her chin rested against the fabric of my jeans as a comforting weight. Her big eyes looked up at me. They followed my face intently as I relaxed looking at the TV. Her red hair piled high on top of her head. Many mini curls fell into every which direction. Her hands were poised next to her chin in my thigh. Her elbows were tucked in, like a person hiding the arms under a t-shirt only sticking out the hands pretending to be midget. The checkered wool skirt curved around her ass and was neatly pinched between her thighs and calves. Her knees were tucked under. He enjoyed her physical company and rapt attention.

Only an hour ago, they were both standing near a dog park close to the ocean overlooking the dogs running back and force. He had snuck many side glances at her. She was standing there against the foggy drab sky and half dried off lawn. Her cheeks and skin emitted the luster of life. Her knee high brown leather boots with the metal buckles were a bit kinky. The turquoise sweater seemed cozy.

She had looked at him as well. She had reviewed his leather flip flops for style. The shirt was hanging out and crumpled around the waste. His pants were as casual as the surfer vibe of the beach area.

He had said that he liked black Labrador Retrievers the most, because they have such luxurious fur and handsome size that one simply wants to rough house them. She had said, she liked such propensity in a man a lot. There was a pause. With a stirred voice, he had asked her, if she wanted to see some doggie photos at his house. She had smiled and had said that she would like that very much. They had turned and had walked the two blocks to his apartment.

Now she had nestled on his couch pretending to be his dog, his lap dog to be more exact. He had switched the channel to Eddie Aikau's big wave surfing contest. He was thinking feverishly to take things to the next level without losing this wonderfully forward chance encounter.

He started patting her hair and collecting the big bush of little red curls into a bunch. He started petting her ears. He went for the chin scrubbing. She excitedly turned her head sideways on his thigh. Then, he turned her over and started patting her stomach like he was scrubbing the black out of a pan -- a swift back and fore motion. Her arms and legs went straight up into the air, waving around. Her sweater moved around showing some of her belly. The area under her eyes became pinched and shiny from her joyous smile. She did a little bark. He launched his face into her stomach and started making growling noises. Her arms flailed softly against his sides, as she wiggled side to side.

With a new enthusiasm, he jumped up and started walking to the bathroom. She followed him closely on her hands. She was walking on her feet as well. Her legs being much longer than her arms made her walk leaning forward and pretty goofy. She half jogged like that curious to find out, what he had.

As soon as he opened the bottom closet, she pushed her head forward to get a look. He pushed her face back with his hand. She barked eagerly. A soft green corduroy dog collar appeared. He placed it around her neck. It looked like a chocker making her appear more gothic. He asked her, if she liked her new collar. She barked with enthusiasm. Then, he walked her back into the living room. There was slack in the leash as it was hanging like an uneven U in the air. She followed him closely.

In the living room, he told her 'sit.' She made a quizzical woof and looked at him sideways with a puzzled expression. He said 'sit' again a little more tense. She jumped up and put her hands on his shoulders and started licking his face. Her tongue went straight across his cheeks. He shrugged back as he tried to react to the surprise, the joy of a girl/dog licking his face, and not having his command followed. He struggled to push her back and in the heat of the moment grabbed her left breast to push her back.

Once she was back on the ground, he placed his hand on the small of her back. This time, he said 'sit' and coordinated it with pushing her behind to the floor. She just jumped sideways. She ran around him and jumped again up on him, this time from behind. He fell forward. The leash was half tangled around him. He was half in between the couch and the coffee table. As he turned onto his back, he found her over him in her doggie half squat on all four. Her face was right in front of his moving around. He could feel the warmth from her body that was stoked by the commotion. He muttered out 'Jesus.' She laughed at him and said: "It is not easy dealing with a playful puppy, is it!" He smiled big and went with renewed effort to push her body out of the way. This time, she wasn't that easy. He had to push her with a whole body effort off him.

"I am getting into this," he said and left for the kitchen. She trotted ever curiously behind him with the leash dragging on the floor. In a kitchen cabinet, he found an opened plastic bag of gummy bears. She started begging immediately with yelps. He quickly put them out of sight into a pocket. Then, he swiftly moved around her and straddled her from behind. He firmly told her to sit. This time being pinned from both sides with his legs, he could push her behind down to the floor. She twisted her head left and right to look behind her. Then, he held out a gummy bear in his flat hand as he bent forward to her head. She quickly put her mouth in his hand and made sure to give him a sloppy lick.

He picked up the leash and walked her back in the living room. He looked at her. She was cute and young. She had to really crank her neck back to see him. Her sweater had kept sliding forward down on her. She had a firm ass. The ass had the outline of a thong and a bit of red fabric was sticking out over the checkered wool skirt. She had looked up at his crotch and seen the bulge there.

"Wow, Kayla, I love it all. You are a very cute girl. The fantasy and physical play is really fun. This is all going very fast. I need a bit of a timeout."

"Oh, Jerome, you are sweet. I don't usually do this. It is that my law school finals are driving me crazy. This morning, I finished the last cross examinations by the professors. Now, all I can do is wait. In a week, I could be a lawyer or I could be another sales clerk in my dad's business. He has these lemonade booths along pedestrian areas. The sales girls have to wear this yellow dress and two color ringed socks that go up to the thighs. My daddy made sure to tell me that he was going to get my tuition back one way or another. It is all driving me crazy. I need something to take my mind off. That's why I went to the dog park, because those dogs are always in the moment and always playing. Well, not always, the little dogs are mostly a barking nuisance. It's the big dogs like the Labradors that play around, like you said."

"Hm, we can't do this. You are really turning me on, and if you don't leave, I don't know, what is going to happen. I might kiss you."

"Jerome, don't stop. It is so much fun. You are like medicine..." He moved forward to the point, where he could feel her breath coming out of her nostrils. She bridged the last gap. Their lips locked. He pulled her close and could feel her large breast against his chest. Her tongue was wet and sweet. It was very composed tongue. Her arms reached around his back. He made sure to press his manhood against her. After a minute, she leaned back and had that wild look in her eyes, like she just had a delicious and exotic sample at a seafood bar.

"Do you really want to play puppy and owner?"

Her eyes glazed and she said a breathy yes.

"Well, dogs don't wear clothes unless they have weird owners. You know, what that means."

She knew what it meant. She started rolling on her back. Her feet went up to her chest and she pretended that she tried to scratch off her sweater, like a dog that had something stuck to its fur. As she had to reach up her leg to her chest to do it, her skirt flapped open. And, she flashed him with her red g-string. He badly wanted to lunge on top and into her.

She rolled around the floor, now trying to reach the hemline of her skirt with her teeth, chasing herself in a circle. Her head got flustered from the effort and perhaps the naughtiness of it. Eventually, she started crawling backwards on her hands and feet against a door post. There she tried to rub her skirt higher on her body towards her head. She got it up to her boobs, which were too large to let it pass any further. So, she collapsed on the floor at the door and started yelping until he came over.

He reached behind her to unzip the skirt. He pulled it down to her lovely plumb feet. Then he pulled the sweater over her head. He unclasped her bra. The heavy breast fell immediately forward. They covered about half way to the floor, almost to the elbows. She smiled and said thank you.

He paused, because her eyes seemed a little too mischievous for a normal thanks. She lurched forward and hugged his knee hard. She pushed her whole chest against his shins and held it with one hand. While his arms rapidly reached for air, because he was on his way falling back down, her other hand reached for his leather flip flop. She stuffed it into her mouth. The whole taste of used leather with foot sweat was in her mouth. It smells a bit like cheese. It smells a bit like warm familiarity of being with her. Her dad smelled like that. She trotted off to the other side of the coffee table.

He confusedly tried to call her back in vain. She only hopped back and force in joy about her treasure. He remembered the gummi bears. He reached to his pocket and got a couple out. She came trotting around the coffee table. Her breast were wonderfully hanging down and jiggling up and down with each bounce. At the point, from the armpit down, there was a bit of a concave shape as the whole weight sagged down.

He quickly retrieved his flip flop. He plopped down on the couch and waved it in front of her face. She could very well smell the leather, foot sweat, and the fruity aroma. He threw the flipper across the room and watched her trot after it. He could see her whole well shaped ass with the red g-string as she left. He looked down her trim legs and the cute feet. As she came back, he threw the flip flop again, so that he could watch her once more.

Then, he picked up her leash and walked her into the kitchen. She followed contently. He placed a bowl on the floor and filled it with water. There is something so humbling, humiliating, and degrading about a sophisticated and large human being having to bring down all of its body to reach into the bowl with the face. Smart people bring the food and drink with their hands to their mouth. Being in charge of such a hot woman at his feet turned him on. He lifted one of his feet to pet her on the back like a dog. Feeling her under his feet so eagerly trying to suck up some water made her seem so submissive. His hard on was raging wild on fire, like he had to put it out somewhere.

"Oh, my god you turn me on so much. The seams of my pants just want to explode off."

"It's okay. You can put it in. You don't know, how wet I am from all this."

She looked at him, leading on her forearms with her butt high up in the air. She was still on her knees. He ripped the condom package from his wallet. He rolled the condom on. Every roll of the condom wrapped around his penis and made him hard, made him almost worry to lose it too soon. Then, he pushed her red thong to the side and rammed himself inside of her belly.

She quivered. He reached around to hold one of her large breast. He had yearned to touch them. They were soft. He fondled them and twirled the nipples. Her pussy was moist and slippery. He almost felt nothing, because his penis went in so smoothly without the least bit of friction. He pushed her chest and boobs down to the ground, while keeping her butt up. She reached her butt up higher against his organ.

The white daylight of the cloudy day shone through the window on the kitchen floor. They felt the smooth, rubbery linoleum underneath them. They felt each others hot and sweaty bodies. They felt all these good feelings coming out of their pleasure organs. The metal bowl with the water was next to her face. They moaned. They breathed hard. He pulled her hips onto his dick. He grabbed her breast. She twisted around to kiss his tongue, while he still hammered her from behind. Visions of colors melted in front of their eyes, as they closed them. Soft, sweet, and young skin was in front of them making her clit hard and his penis harder. They were chasing a dream. He gave his all as his whole upper body rested on hers without holding back. One of her hands reached behind to hold him. The touch was so raw, like her inner being was holding onto him.

They collapsed. They rested. They got up.

He watched her roll her boot socks over her feet, up her calves to her knees. She put her sexy brown leather boots on. She put the skirt over her head. Her knees were still showing in between the skirt and the high boots. They showed a little of her thighs, those thighs, that he could imagine, how juicy and full they are, when they are naked. Her sweater went on. She left the bra out, because she felt free, airy, and alive. She kissed him on the cheek and left.

Fifteen years later, he walked to his mailbox. A post card with a young puppy was mixed in the middle of junk mail.

"You helped me at the start of my career. Today, I was sworn as judge at the Supreme Court. Our memory helps me escape into fantasy and calm down, whenever my nerves want to get the better of me."

"Love and hugs, Kayla"



Doggie



Roger jumped up, his movement woke me, someone was at the door. He grabbed his robe and went out. I heard voices, I jumped up and started looking for my clothes,..."Hi," I turned around, it was Julie, smiling.

"Hi" I wrapped the sheet around me.

She walked over to the leash on the floor and picked it up. "We're supposed to go shopping today remember"

"Oh yeah, I just have to jump in the shower real quick," Roger and Greg came in.

Greg sat on the bed; Julie went to him and sat on his lap. They started kissing. Roger and I looked at each other.

Greg was caressing Julie's breast under her shirt, she was moaning. He brought his hand down to her legs and pushed it under her skirt. She opened her legs wider, grabbing his arm so she wouldn't fall, squeezing his biceps. Julie moaned louder. Greg pulled his hand from under her skirt, his fingers were wet. They stopped kissing, he put his fingers to his lips, then in his mouth. He sucked her juice off his fingers, Julie helped him. Greg looked at me "So what naughty things do you girls have planned for today?" He and Julie were smiling. 



Doggies Don't Wear Clothes



They'd just gotten done with body-pump class and showered and decided to go across the street to the coffee house. Adam ordered a dark roast, black, no cream. Lily and Craig both ordered nutty caramel lattes, which made them laugh as always. They joked again that maybe Craig and Lily, not Adam and Lily, should be the married ones.

They made conversation. "We finished the basement," said Adam. "Put in a full bathroom, drywall, wall-to-wall carpet. Place looks great."

"You act like you did it yourself," said Lily, "instead of hiring a company."

"You could have hired me," said Craig. "I'd've given you a deal."

"We still couldn't afford you," said Adam. "A writer and a high-school teacher don't make too much money."

"I'd've found a way to make it pay," said Craig. "How's it look? Not some brother job, I hope."

Craig had never been to Adam and Lily's house. Checking out the new basement seemed as good an excuse as any. Adam and Lily drove home in their Honda Accord, Craig following in his Ford F-150. Adam parked the Honda as close to the garage door as possible to give Craig's Ford the room needed to fit in the driveway.

Downstairs, now, with Craig examining the bathroom, sipping what was left of his latte. "Pretty good. I'd've gotten you set up with tile, though. Both for the floor and the shower. You wouldn't have had to go with linoleum."

"I suppose," said Adam. Even with a deal, tile would probably have cost too much. They spent a few more minutes in the bathroom, Craig asking questions about plumbing, grout, wiring, Adam trying to answer. Guy talk was a chore. He hardly ever knew what to say.

They came out of the bathroom to the television room. The room had the new-carpet smell of castor oil. Lily was sitting on the broad, blue couch, sipping her own latte. She wore dark-rimmed glasses, her hair in a bun, comfy sweatpants and sweatshirt. She looked exactly like a high-school teacher relaxing on the weekend, which is what she was. "Thought you boys would never get done in there. What were you doing in there, anyway?"

"Mostly schooling Adam on how he got ripped off," said Craig. Then he punched Adam in the shoulder, just hard enough, to show he was only kidding. 

"Hey," said Craig, stepping away from Adam, a weird smile on his face. "What's this I hear about you getting a new dog?"

Lily sighed sharply. Adam raised his eyebrows. "This is the first I've heard of it," he said.

"All right, Craig," said Lily. She was clearly annoyed. Then she spoke to Adam. "Adam. Look at me." He did. "Doggies don't wear clothes: Strip, doggie."

Adam's mouth fell open, and the noise "uh" escaped. His face slackened, and his eyes glazed and widened. He pulled his sweatshirt over his head, kicked off his gym shoes, pulled down his pants and underwear and stepped out of them. For a moment he was wearing nothing but white socks, but then those came off, too.

Adam stood nude in front of his wife and his wife's friend. The downstairs was cool, so his cock and balls were small. And shaved bare, just as Lily had told Craig they would be.

"Jesus Christ," said Craig. He studied Adam's eyes. Adam stared back expectantly, like a friendly barista waiting for an order. "I don't fucking believe it. Is he faking?"

"No," said Lily. "He's really under."

Craig walked around Adam, his eyes running over the body of Lily's husband. "Can he hear us? See us?"

"He can," said Lily. "I mean, he's sort of sleeping. Well, except he's still awake and listening, but it's not really him, anymore. He's this other thing, now. He wouldn't be much use to me if he were just asleep."

"'Use to you,'" said Craig. "Yeah, I bet." Craig stood at Adam's side, running his fingers down Adam's torso. Adam shivered. His cock stirred, then lengthened.

"Well, there's something going on down there," Craig said. He ran his fingers lightly up and down Adam's side, his back, his thighs. Adam shivered but said nothing.

Lily watched Craig walk around Adam. Adam was tall, pale, almost lanky. Not much body hair. Large hands with long, delicate fingers and big feet. He used to be simply skinny, but a regular gym regimen over the last few years had toned him up nicely. Craig was about a head shorter than Adam. Short and meaty but not fat. He had a workingman's thick build and ruddy coloring. She liked the contrast—her delicate English-looking husband and their sturdy Irish-seeming friend. She wondered what Craig was going to look like naked.

Lily and Adam had met Craig about three months ago during body-pump class. Adam had farted noisily picking up the bar, Craig had laughed, and Lily made some weird joke about too much air getting up there. Lily and Craig had hit it off pretty well. Lily came from a family of contractors and workingmen, so she knew how to talk with Craig. Adam went along with it. Usually all three of them hit the class and then got coffee, but sometimes Adam needed to sleep in, so it'd be just Lily and Craig working out and then talking over lattes. And that's how Craig learned how Lily made money on the side, by whoring out her unwilling and unknowing husband.

Craig hadn't touched Adam's cock—Lily guessed he probably wouldn't at all—but it was standing straight out, a bead of pre-cum at the tip. Craig looked nearly as dazed as Lily's husband. "Jesus. So this is real," he muttered. "So now what?"

Lily knew exactly now what. "Are you sure you want this?" she said, knowing that the burrito-sized erection in Craig's jeans was screaming God, yes. Craig inhaled and nodded sharply. Lily could see his pulse racing in his neck.

"Doggie," said Lily. "This man in front of you needs a blowjob. Be a good doggie and make him happy."

Adam got on his knees, unbuttoned Craig's jeans, unzipped his fly, and tugged his pants halfway down his thighs. Then he pulled down Craig's gray boxer-briefs, and Craig's cock sprung out and bopped Adam in the nose. Craig's cock was thick, ruddy, and circumcised. Not as long as Adam's, but definitely wider. His balls were a tight little sac hidden in thick, brown hair.

Adam put his nostrils against the head of Craig's wet cock and took several slow, deep breaths. Then Adam grasped the cock, squeezed it lightly, and rubbed his thumb beneath the base of the head until beads of precum came out. Then Adam rubbed it all over his face.

"Why's he doing that?" Craig asked. 

"He's marking himself," said Lily. "With your scent. It turns him on. And it means you're his boss."

"His boss, huh," Craig said. He liked that. He liked it a lot. "Have him keep doing that."

"Tell him yourself," Lily said. "I'm his owner, but you're his boss. He'll do anything you want."

Craig peered thoughtfully at Adam, then cleared his throat. "Adam—"

"'Doggie,'" said Lily. "He doesn't know who 'Adam' is. You have to call him 'Doggie.'"

Craig nodded and cleared his throat again. "Doggie. Keep rubbing my cock all over your face. Get my smell all over your face." He spoke carefully, clearly. "I'm your boss," he added.

Lily smiled. Every time new guys tried out her husband, they used a tone both commanding and insecure. It took a long time for new guys to relax into it, to accept that, yes, this mind-fucked puppet would do anything they wanted him to do.

After about a minute, Craig said "Stop, Doggie." Adam let go of Craig's cock. Craig stepped back and shed his shoes, pants, and socks. "You mind if I sit down?" he asked Lily, gesturing at the couch.

"Hold on," she said. "Doggie, lay out a towel for our guest." Adam walked on his knees to a wicker chest at one end of the couch. He pulled out a dark blue towel and laid it across a cushion. Then she said to Craig, "Now you can sit."

Craig set his firm, squat frame down between Lily on the couch and Adam on the floor, his cock pointed up. "Doggie," he said. "Suck."

Adam brought his mouth to Craig's cock. He began by kissing the head tenderly, his lips providing light suction. Soon his tongue came out, running over the head and then the shaft. Adam looked up at Craig, his big brown eyes watery and horny and eager to please.

This made Craig uncomfortable. "Doggie, don't look at me. Just blow me."

Adam turned down his eyes and pleasured Craig's cock.

"Self conscious?" said Lily, smirking.

"I'm no faggot," said Craig. "I just want a blowjob."

Lily got down off the couch. "Tell me if this is okay," she said to Craig. She put her hand on the back of Adam's head and brought her mouth to his ear. "Good doggie," she cooed. "You're being such a good, dumb, horny doggie. Doggie loves cock, doesn't he?"

"What're you doing?" asked Craig.

"He needs encouragement," said Lily. "Positive reinforcement. Doggie training."

Craig pursed his lips thoughtfully. It made sense. He owned three dogs himself.

Lily kept cooing praise into Adam's ear, sometimes scratching his head and running her fingers along his back. Every so often she would reach down and trace her fingers along the crack of his ass. Once or twice she grazed his balls. But she never touched his cock. She didn't need to. Strings of pre-cum oozed from Adam's cockhole, pooling on top of the carpet.

Craig's breathing quickened. His thighs tensed, and a light sweat bloomed on his chest. It was going to happen soon. "Good doggie," he started muttering. "That's a good fucking doggie. Make me cum, doggie."

Craig grunted. He grabbed Adam's head and started pounding his crotch into it. Lily wasn't surprised. She figured Craig for a skullfucker. The shorter guys usually were, acting like they had something to prove. Which she guessed they did.

Craig's eyes scrunched tight, his toes clenched, and he lifted his hips off the couch as he finally blew. He pulled Adam's face down hard on his crotch and held it there, forcing his cock in as far as he could. "Take my fucking spunk, you stupid faggot doggie. Take all my fucking spunk in your mouth, you fucking faggot." Not for the first time, Lily was grateful she had worked to suppress Adam's gag reflex.

Then Craig was done. He pulled Adam's head off his cock, pushed him away, and lay back on the couch with his forearms covering his head. His reddened, glistening cock began to shrink. He was breathing heavily and covered in sweat. Adam burped up a little air, then swallowed, a teaspoon of Craig's spunk sliding down his esophagus into his belly.

"Does it burn going down, doggie?" asked Lily.

"A little, Ma'am," said Adam, present but distant at once.

"Jesus fucking Christ," said Craig, sitting upright, now suspicious. "What the hell. He can talk?"

"Only when we let him," said Lily. "I asked him a direct question, he had to answer."

"So he's not awake?"

"No, he's not. Well, he's not Adam right now. I mean, it's really not like he's asleep. He's someone else right now. He's doggie."

Craig took this in. This was all just way too fucked up.

"All right," he said. "Hey. This was fun. But I'm gonna go. You know?" He stood and began putting his pants on.

"Sure, not a problem," said Lily. She'd known this would happen. Craig's curiosity satisfied, his homophobic fantasy fulfilled. Now he was out of here, away from this crazy woman and her fucking freak of a husband.

He pulled up his pants, looked Lily in the eyes. He wouldn't look at Adam. "So this is all real? He's not faking it?"

"That's what I said."

Craig nodded tightly. "All right," he said. 

She showed Craig out the side door, watched his truck back out the driveway quickly. He didn't quite peel off, but it was close. 

As she walked downstairs, she mulled over what Craig was probably thinking: Get me out of here. I'll never fucking come back. Goddamn it, I'm not a faggot. 

But then give it a week or so. The shame would fade. Craig would remember what it felt like—not just the physical sensations but also the thrill of having a whole other person do exactly what you wanted. No negotiation, no uncertainty, no ability to say no—just give an order and it's done. Craig was the kind of guy who mostly took orders, not gave them. Give a guy like Craig the chance to give orders, well—that's like a drug to a guy like that. Craig would be back.

Lily stepped into the room. Adam was on the floor, waiting. She sat on the couch where Craig had been and shucked off her sweatpants and panties. She kept her cute little pink booties on—her feet would get cold, otherwise. 

She could smell her own musk. Adam's straining cock told her that he did, too. "Doggie," she said. "Make me cum."

Adam brought his head to her lap. Her rich, brisk scent filled his nostrils, taking him down deeper. Lily closed her eyes and rubbed Adam's head. She replayed what she had just seen: the amazement in Craig's blue eyes, his thick cock springing up to hit Adam's nose, skullfucking his cum into Adam's belly. She had noticed that Adam's balls jerked in rhythm to Craig's pounding of his head. Another memory for the pile.

Adam's tongue ran along her labia, toyed with her clitoris, poked into the entrance of her vagina. As always, she was grateful that Adam's knowledge of pleasing her had transferred into doggie's open and willing brain. Muscle memory of the tongue, she guessed.

As he licked, she remembered the pool of precum Adam had oozed onto the floor. She'd need to make him lick it up. Then she'd make him dress and say the phrase that would put doggie away and bring Adam back. He wouldn't remember anything. He'd just know Craig had come over, they'd had a stilted conversation about home maintenance, and then Craig had left. Adam would have a little heartburn, which he'd blame it on the coffee. Again.

Lily put these thoughts aside. She conjured up Craig's cock springing free and Adam wrapping his lips around it. "Good doggie, that's my good doggie," she murmured, both to the doggie at her pussy and the doggie in her mind. And then she shuddered, and grunted, and gave off clenched screams as she fought for every last second of her orgasm. When she couldn't take it any more, she put her heels up against her doggie's shoulders and pushed him back on his ass. She lay there on the couch, breathing heavily, coming down. She realized she still had her glasses on.

"Good doggie," she said, eyes open but not really seeing. "That's a good, good doggie."



Doggies Make Good Maids



Dear reader—

 Let's see. Mind control, femdom, transvestism, autofellatio, cum-eating, mild homophobia, and some late autumn cleaning. Also, no violence. If such things float your boat, then enjoy. If not, best to move on.

 The characters appear my stories Adam at the Arcade, Doggies Don't Wear Clothes, and Drilled by Desmond. The events of this story take place some months prior to Drilled by Desmond.

*****

Lily and Jill breezed into Jill's home, feeling great after three hours of hard leisure: yoga class, spin class, showering, and coffeehouse chat. It was a bright, sunny, cool Saturday morning. A slanted autumn sunlight streamed through tall windows. Lily loved Jill's home: Tall ceilings, plush carpet, and a vast, clean living room opening into a kitchen of chrome appliances and spice racks and heated tile flooring.

They sipped coffee on Jill's enormous white couch, talking happily. Jill sported a black tank top that showed off her stringy, alabaster-white yoga-trained arms. Her calloused feet poked from beneath a flowing hippie skirt of blue, red, and white swirls. Lily was comfy as always, happy to be in sweatpants, T-shirt, and footies. From downstairs came occasional sounds of cleaning: spraying, flushing, vacuuming, sweeping. Lily had dropped off Adam earlier and set him loose in Jill's basement.

"Thanks again for the loaner," said Jill. She tied her blonde dreadlocks behind her head. "It's been forever since the basement got really cleaned. You're sure he doesn't mind?"

"He can't mind if there's nothing there to mind with," said Lily.

Jill laughed. "I just don't have the time, and we don't have the cash for a cleaning service."

Jill taught yoga six days a week, sometimes twice a day. There wasn't much money in it. She just loved the exercise, how it trained her body, and the people she taught—mostly middle-aged white ladies with leisure time. The rest of her time, Jill worked on art. Painting, sculpture, pottery, mixed media—whatever struck her fancy.

"No Desmond today," Lily noted. Jill's husband.

"He's out working. A construction job, I think. Or maybe it's his landscaping business. Not that he tells me."

"So he's in a 'noncommunicative place,'" said Lily.

"God, please, no more 'marriage counselor' jargon. He's not in a 'place,' he's being a dick. He won't talk, won't do anything around the house. Works all day for other people but won't do anything for us."

"He works for money," Lily pointed out. A ton of money. She couldn't understand how Desmond could make so much but they couldn't afford a cleaning service. "I still think it's a cultural thing. You know."

"Yeah, cultural. 'I'm a black man. We're not like white men. You can't be in our business all the time.' Fine. But he married a white girl. I've changed for him. I pry less, I give him space, I don't ask what he's thinking all the time. But he's not giving me anything. He's just angry." She sipped, then said, "Sometimes I want to do to him what you do to Adam. To get him talking."

"It doesn't work that way. He wouldn't get Desmond's memories. The man cleaning your basement doesn't know anything about Adam."

"'Man' in my basement?" said Jill. "You mean 'doggie.'"

"Sure," said Lily. She didn't him that unless she was playing with him directly. "Anyway, there's just something wrong about turning a black man into a slave."

"He wouldn't be my slave," said Jill. "He'd be my lover. My occasional lover. I mean . . . well, you know. We're not doing well. We haven't had sex in weeks. What you do to Adam . . . can we do it to Desmond?"

Lily considered. "It takes a lot of time and patience. A lot of late nights. You have to be careful not to wake him while the training's going on. Then he'll know, and he might not appreciate it."

"Couldn't we do it to him while he's awake?"

Lily shook her head. "The waking mind isn't as pliable. You'd have to force so much into his brain at once that you'd damage his daylight mind. It's best to build from below, in dreams, than it is to enforce from above."

Jill pouted. "If he keeps up being such a pain in the ass, enforcing from above might not be a bad thing."

Then came a heavy clonking up the basement steps—20 steps, Lily counted. Adam entered the living room and towered over them, dazed, trusting, attentive. 

Adam was pimped out in full French-maid fantasy garb. Three-inch black pumps, black thigh-highs, garters, black corset, choker, maid's cap. His short pageboy hair framed his heavily made-up face: ruby lips, purple eyelids, blue eyelashes. His knees were coated in the filth of an unfinished basement. He'd been on all fours a long time. Scrub, scrub, scrub.

"Goddamn, Lily," said Jill. "Your hubby is a cute guy, but he's a fucking ugly tranny. I don't think even Balthazar would fuck him." 

Adam's panties swelled, and a wet, fleshy mushroom poked over the rim. "Oh, look," said Jill. "He gets off on being insulted."

"He gets off on pretty much anything. I'm not selfish. I want it to be fun for him, too."

"How can it be fun if he doesn't remember anything?"

"It's fun at the time. Doggie, you're having fun, right?"

"Yes Ma'am. Doggie has fun serving you and Jill."

"That's hot. Like he's a Barbie doll or a bimbo."

"Goth Barbie," suggested Lily.

"Ugliest fucking Barbie doll ever," said Jill. They laughed, and the mushroom poked out more and sprouted a clear bead of liquid, making them laugh harder.

Jill said, "Doggie, you've been working so hard—you must be thirsty and hungry. Kneel on the floor. Good boy. Now go to Balthazar's bowls in the kitchen. Don't worry, Balthazar's outside. Finish them all up. Lick them clean. Then come back." Adam crawled away. Soon they heard lapping water and crunching kibbles.

"It's been about four hours, now," said Jill. "Won't he notice the lost time?"

"He'll remember cleaning up the basement, but he'll think he did it because he's a super-nice guy. Then he'll remember hanging out with us and having lunch, all in his normal clothes. None of this tranny stuff."

"Adam is a super-nice guy," said Jill. "Like, the real Adam is really nice. Did you make that happen? Muck with his head a bit?"

Lily shook her head. "I can't affect the real Adam at all. That's just him. He's just a really sweet guy. Thoughtful, attentive, he doesn't mind cleaning or cooking, he listens to me, he likes doing what I do, but he's not clingy. He's got his own interests and life."

"Then why'd you do this to him? Most girls would kill for a nice guy like that."

"One fatal flaw." Lily sipped her coffee for the dramatic pause. "No libido."

"No libido? You mean low libido."

"Nope. I mean no libido. He's scared of sex. Lots of shame, lots of guilt. Decades old stuff, foundational to his personality. So he just puts all his energy into working, writing, exercising. But not sex."

"Are you sure he's not gay?"

"Well, he's gay NOW," and they laughed. "He's pretty much everything now."

"Do you and Adam ever have sex? I mean, when he's just Adam?"

"Nope. We did a couple of times, before all this started, but . . . well, he just wasn't really into it. It was painful for him, brought up all kinds of bad feelings. I could tell he was doing it for me, not him."

"But what happened to him? What's he so guilty about?"

"Sorry. That's personal. I won't betray my husband's trust. I will say that I did this to help him. To let him feel pleasure and give pleasure without guilt or shame. In fact, this is how he gets past the guilt and shame. By serving, and making others happy. It's atonement. It's the one time in his life he can be free."

Jill pursed her lips. "It still bet he's gay."

"Nope. He swears on his parents' graves that he's straight."

Adam crawled back into the room and knelt on all fours in front of Lily and Jill. His belly hung low, full of food and water.

"Hunh," said Jill, brushing hair from Adam's eyes. "Well, you sure turned this straight guy into something pretty bent. And speaking of bent . . . should we get started?"

"Sure," said Lily. "Do your thing."

"Doggie," she said. "Stand up, and strip." Adam complied. He stood before them, nude, his cock still hard from earlier insults.

"Hum," said Jill. "Let's keep him a little whored up, though. Not just the makeup. Doggie, put the thigh-highs and pumps back on. The choker, too." Adam put them back on and grew 3 inches taller.

"Fuck, that's hot," said Jill. "I can't decide if it's because he looks like a whore or if it's that he's got no power."

"Yes to both," said Lily. "This wouldn't be nearly so fun if he had any power. 'Sisterhood is powerful,' right?"

"It's about goddamned time it was," said Jill. She retrieved a pink yoga mat from a closet and set it on the floor so that it and the couch formed a T-shape. 

"Doggie," said Jill. "Lay down on the mat, on your back." She assumed her yoga-instructor persona: helpfully stern. "Put your head up here by the couch, near me and Lily. Good boy." 

Jill cleared her throat. "Doggie: Ouroboros pose."

Adam swung his legs up and over his head, curling his body into a C. The pumps on his feet dangled up by the couch, their weight keeping him from rolling back. His muscles shook lightly, trying to keep balance.

"Use your feet to brace yourself. Against the couch, doggie. Good, right. That'll keep you steady."

His ass pointed toward the ceiling, and his cock pointed down at his head, about an inch from his nose.

"Doggie," said Jill. "Hold that pose. Breathe in . . . hold it . . . hold it . . . let go. Good boy. Keep breathing that way. Let your back relax. Let it relax. Breathe, and relax. Hold that pose for a while, Look at your cock, dangling above you. Look at that beautiful, big, hard cock. Look at that precum . . . .oh, it's starting to string down. The string is getting longer, longer . . . can doggie catch it on his nose? Oh, good doggie! Here come more strings. Catch them with your nose."

Jill moved to the floor next to Adam. She lightly stroked his lower back, his ass, the backs of his thighs. At times she came close to his balls, but not too close.

Lily shifted on the couch, putting herself directly in front of Adam. From this angle he looked like a mutant elephant, its trunk growing out of a wrinkled bump above its eyes. She took out her iPhone. "Want a souvenir?" 

Jill squealed. "Oh, God, yes! But don't get me in the picture."

"What," said Lily. "You don't think this would drum up the yoga business?" 

"Seriously, Lily. No pictures with me in it."

"Don't worry. Nothing incriminating. Not that we're doing anything wrong. What's a little yoga among friends?" 

Adam's back relaxed more, and his groin dropped lower. Soon his cockhead rested below his nose, precum flowing onto his upper lip.

"Doggie," said Jill. "Snort your precum. Right up your nose." Adam shifted, bringing his cockhole to a nostril. He inhaled, hard. His nose burbled, and then he swallowed.

Lily giggled. "Oh my God, you're terrible."

"Other nostril, doggie" said Jill. More inhaling, burbling, swallowing. "Keep it up."

Lily leaned down, took another picture. She looked in Adam's eyes. Nothing but frantic arousal and absolute obedience in that so-called brain . . . "Doggie is a sick fucking pervert, isn't he?" His cock replied for him, sliding past his nose and poking him in the eye. 

Jill chimed in. "Rub your cockhead on your eyes, doggie. Get those eyes wet." Lily was about to say that would make his eyes sting, but then realized she was fine with that. "Now all over your face, doggie. Make your face gleam for us." Adam's musk filled the air.

"Soooooooooo fucking hot," said Jill. Now she was stroking Adam's sac. "You gotta tell me how you did this."

Lily ignored her. "He looks ready."

"So you're the yoga instructor, now? But yeah, you're right—he's ready. Doggie: Open your mouth." Jill took Adam's cock between her thumb and fingers. "Good doggies lick themselves clean. Clean yourself, doggie."

Jill popped Adam's cock into his mouth, his bright red lips wrapping around it. He began sucking, his balls resting on either side of his nose. The strain was obvious, but by lifting his head slightly and pushing his hips he attained the in-and-out motion of a true blowjob. 

"God, do I love your husband," said Jill. She brought her hand to Lily's ankle and began lightly caressing it.

Lily pulled her leg away. "Nuh-uh," she said. "We've talked about this."

"C'mon, Lil. I could convince you."

"Totally not interested," said Lily. "I'm not a dyke, no thank you."

"So, what, what Adam does—"

"What doggie does," Lily corrected.

"—fine, what doggie does is totally okay, but two girls together is a problem?"

"It's a problem for me," said Lily. "I don't even like to think about it. So, no."

Jill sighed. "Fine. Oh, hey. Does he seem kinda close to you?"

Lily looked. Muscles trembling, light sweat on his thighs, asshole spasming, scrotum bouncing like a hackeysack. "Yeah, that looks pretty close to me. You wanna slow things down, make it last?"

"Um. No, I'm not sure when Desmond's going to get home. Let's just get this done. I've got some painting to do."

"All right," said Lily. "Let's help him out, then."

Lily reached out and traced a fingertip around his asshole. Adam moaned, the first sound beside breathing and sucking he had made. Lily kept it up, and he kept moaning. Then she began tapping lightly on his asshole, and his moans got louder.

"C'mon, doggie," said Jill. "Good doggies clean themselves, inside and out. Your balls are full of dirty cum. Suck that dirty cum right out of your balls."

Between Lily's touches and Jill's encouragement it didn't take long. Adam's breathing quickened, his body shook, his eyes widened, and the muffled screams started. His cock tightened, pulsed one, two, three, four times . . . Lily couldn't see the semen, but she knew his mouth was filling with it. But she had to be sure.

"Don't swallow it, doggie. Keep it all in your mouth, no matter how much there is." His cock pumped for a few more seconds. Lily watched his throat. He didn't swallow. "Good doggie," she said.

Jill and Lily helped Adam out of his pose, bringing him down slowly so he wouldn't strain his back. His face was a mess: smeared lipstick, smudged eye shadow, and runny mascara from the cock-painting he'd given himself. 

"It's hard to believe he could get even uglier," said Jill.

"Be respectful. This is my husband." Lily took another picture. "Doggie, sit up. Good boy. Now, without letting any cum leak out, open your mouth." Adam did, showing off a slithery silver pool on his tongue. Lily took a picture, then another.

"Good doggie," she said. "Now swallow." Down it went.

"I am completely fucking soaked," said Jill. 

"TMI," said Lily. "You want him to take care of you?"

"God, yes, please," she said, and began pulling down her skirt.

"Let me leave the room first," said Lily. "Just not in the mood to watch."

"Fine, go watch television. Help yourself to anything in the fridge, do whatever. Doggie, off the mat. Get on all fours. Yeah, let me lay down. Yeah, that's it." She shucked off her panties and spread her legs. So skinny, pelvic bones showing from her vegan diet. "Doggie, lick my pussy, make me cum."

Lily went to the kitchen, took a bottled water from the fridge, and went into the television room, chased by Jill's noises and moans and words. Sure, Lily was a little jealous, Adam pleasuring another woman. Adam was hers, he was her husband, he was her love. Except that this wasn't Adam, she told herself. This was doggie. That's why it wasn't cheating: It was doggie, and doggie wasn't Adam. And she could let doggie play with whomever she fucking well wanted to. It wasn't cheating.

Lily turned up the television, loud.



Doggin



"What the hell's doggin?" I asked.

"It's having sex in a public place, usually a car." Rick explained.

My husband was trying to get me interested in this newest fad that had spread over here from Britain. Apparently doggin was all the rage over there with wives getting fucked left, right and center in some lovers' lane on the weekends.

"Who does the fucking?" I asked.

Rick explained it was sort of a casual orgy with whoever showed up joining in the fun. A time and place was posted on a bulletin board and whoever turned out got fucked.

It was not like I was a goody-goody. Rick and I had enjoyed a few good threesomes, some with another gal and some with a guy. There was even that time I had gangabang six of his buddies! 

"Do you want to try it?" he asked.

I knew once got an idea in his head the easiest thing to do was to agree or he would just keep bugging me until I did.

"I fuck whoever shows up?" I asked.

"That's right!"

It sounded interesting, "You got a deal!"

Rick went on a local Internet forum that "Doggers" in out area communicated. The number of participants there were in this unusual sport so close to us surprised me. Men, women, old and young, they were all there. Doggin was going on all around us all the time and looking for fresh meat.

Rick signed us in as "Wifeneedsfucking" and we were hit by a ton of guys in minutes. I was about to become a Dogger!

The Hermitage is a dogger's paradise. It is the remains of a nineteenth century stone water mill on Grindstone Creek in the township. Buried in the depths of Calder's Woods it is desolated in darkness at night. The Hermitage is maintained as a historical site and there is an unwritten agreement that it is "doggin friendly" during the evenings. In return for not littering with used condoms or empty booze bottles doggers are allowed to pursue their activities undisturbed.

On more than one occasion His Worship Mayor Jarvis's car has been seen rocking at the hermitage as Mrs. Jarvis "meets" her husband's constituents!

The Hermitage was to be the location of my introduction to doggin.

We had an ideal vehicle for doggin. Rick removed the rear seat from out 96 Caravan and rolled a camping mattress out in the back.

Rick posted the description and license number on the bulletin board along with an invitation to fuck his wife. I was to be available after 9 pm Friday night.

As it was to be a nighttime adventure and the lighting would not be too good I did not feel the need to be too beautiful. The guys would be coming to get their dicks wet, not to judge a beauty contest! I just threw on a summer dress without any underwear. 

It was dusk when we pulled into the gravel parking lot at the Heritage. There were already half a dozen vehicles there and perhaps 20 people standing around drinking beer. 

There were only two other females, a woman who appeared to be in her fifties and a very young looking blonde. They greeted us warmly with the prospect of partying as the night progressed. 

Quick introductions ensued and the joking about what a good time we were going to have. The blonde's name was Cindy and she was the young girlfriend of one of the young guys. The older woman was Rita, a veteran at doggin and looking to get rode fast and hard by whomever wanted to mount her.

Rick introduced me to the guys saying I was available to anyone who wanted me.

After a couple of beers I got into the back of our van and removed my dress. Ross, a thirty-something goofy looking guy with a rigid hard on, followed me.

Naked I took the doggy position on the mattress. Ross positioned himself behind me and I felt his hands on my bare ass as his cockhead sought the entrance to my pussy. As his helmet penetrated my wetness his hard cock slid smoothly into me.

It was a strange circumstance, here a guy I had never seen before a half hour ago was sliding his cock into me and I was accepting it. There was no love or emotion, just a matter-of-fact participation in sex.

"How does that feel Baby?" Ross moaned, his cock sunk into me up to his balls.

"Good!" I answered as my cervix wall tightened around his meat.

Ross was good; he had a nice size cock and a good rhythm to get me hot. My ass rocked back and forth to meet his plunging cock as I worked on my orgasm.

"Oh yes, I'm going to come!" I whimpered as I felt my orgasm blossoming deep inside of me.

Ross answered with harder, deeper plunges into my ready to burst pussy.

"Oh my God!" I cried as I had my first climax of the night. 

As Ross withdrew his spent cock from my drenched pussy I felt someone else taking his place. I looked back over my shoulder as another hard cock slid easily into my freshly fucked pussy.

"Hello little lady" the stranger said.

It was the guy who had introduced himself as Charlie. Charlie was a pudgy guy about late forties or early fifties. He had salt and pepper hair and was freshly shaven. His Old Spice aftershave filled the air as his cock filled my cunt.

"Ride me Charlie!" I said as I pushed my wet hole back onto his stiff cock.

Charlie's cock was fat rather than long as he stretched me to form a tight envelope around his fuck stick. The girth of his dick turned me on as my ass began to gyrate in a circular motion as if I were grinding his cock in my own personal cock grinder.

"Oh yea baby!" Charlie moaned gripping my ass tightly as he drilled me with his chubby cock.

I enjoyed another orgasm as Charlie's jism spilled into me. 

Just as Charlie was finishing dumping in me I heard the motorcycles entering he parking lot. Looking out the open sliding door I saw six bikers dismounting their rides and walking towards the van.

"Well, what have we got here?" their leader said peering in the open door at my naked ass. "Looks like the lady wants fucking!" he said to his mates.

Charlie had abandoned me leaving me to deal with the new arrivals. It was not going to be one on one, they were gong to gang rape me. I knew Rick would be busy getting his dick wet in one of the other cars oblivious of what was about to happen in out van. 

"O.K. Mama." The greaser said as he begin unfastening his oil stained trousers,

His buddies circled in around him to join in the action.

I felt a little insulted being called "Mama", although I was older than the biker I was no way old enough to be his mother.

In a matter of minutes I was looking at several erections, all pointed in my direction.

The leader of the pack took me first. I lay on my back on the floor of the van as he climbed aboard my naked body. Lowering the weight of his body onto me he drove the entire length of his cock into my wet pussy. I gasped just as another cock slapped me across my face.

Within minutes I had two cocks in me, my pussy was being pounded and a huge chunk of cockmeat filled my mouth. I sucked that cock like a cock starved whore as the other cock primed my pussy with deep plunges sloshing in the mess of cum left by its predecessors. My cunt was so soaked sucking noises escaped as the biker's cock slid in and out.

I tried to cry out in ecstasy but the cock in my mouth only forced its way deeper into my throat. 

It wasn't long before another cock was competing for the use of my mouth. I found myself alternating from one cock to the other while biker #1 was pounding my pussy.

Once again the jism began to flow, first I felt my pussy being filled with hot sticky fluid and then the cream began to flood my mouth. I moaned with pleasure as I took their sperm like a greedy bitch.

For the next hour I was the bikers' bitch, the others left me to entertain them. Six cocks paraded into my pussy, ass and mouth spewing creamy jism into my greedy holes. They took sport in seeing how many of their cocks they could get into me at the same time, three, four, maybe five?

I heard the bikes roar out of the parking lot as a couple of faceless fucks played in the mess left by the bikers.

Rick eventually showed up after having ridden all the available talent.

"Did you have a good time?" he asked.

"We are coming back tomorrow night!" I smiled. 



Dogging



This story is based on facts and spiced with fiction. Many thanks to Angel Love for the editing. 

*

It was a two-page story in one of the most popular tabloid newspapers that told about "Dogging," which got the ball rolling. "Dogging" in its present form is a game that had come to Scandinavia from the British Isles and is nothing else than any kind of non discrete sex in public places. 

Of course, fucking at parking lots and beaches is hardly any new game. Even my wife Lena and I had our first fuck at a dance hall parking lot. But we were very discrete in fear for her boyfriend of that time who was busy in the dance hall pub drinking beer with his friends when we sneaked out for that quickie after some slow tunes on the dance floor. 

The only difference is that this so called "Dogging" can even be done in bright daylight with or without spectators.

Just as the old saying says, "New times, new habits." 

I had never expected that my wife of twelve years; a lovely thirty-eight year old brunette, mother of our ten-year-old son Elliot, could be so interested about fucking among people at a nude beach. 

The place mentioned in the newspaper was on the coast about seventy kilometers from our small hometown and only twenty kilometers from her parent's summerhouse. The reporter claimed he had seen several couples making love in bright daylight without caring about spectators and even witnessed how some couples had swapped partners and even some lucky spectators got invited to gang bang. 

The authorities in the area's town hall claimed that such behavior wasn't allowed at any public place but as long as those activities were held only on the limited nude area of the long beach and the police had more important things to do during the summertime when half of the their force had summer vacations they couldn't do anything about it for the time being. 

Lena looked up from the tabloid and said, "Sounds very exiting for me. Would like to try it on the beach once again in our lifetime and this time in daylight with somebody watching and envying sounds really hot to me?" 

It sounded a bit strange to me so I asked, "Have you done it on a beach before?" 

"Yes, but it was late in an evening, a long time ago before I met you." 

"Where?" 

"Spain." 

I had never heard about her being in Spain before we met. But she and her sister had been a week at Playa de Ingles at the Spanish island Gran Canaria about two years ago. There is a large area of sand dunes called Maspalomas. I had never suspected her for anything then but nowadays her sister's husband has dumped the sister after he found out that she had an affair, which had lasted for several months. 

"This 'dogging' among people sounds weird to me." 

"Why? Let's try it for once. It's a fair distance from here, nobody there knows who we are and we can use my old wigs so nobody can recognize us." 

"Never," I flatly replied. 

She didn't ask more about it. Lena began her summer holidays two weeks before I began mine and I had no objections when she first spent a few days with her parents in their summerhouse at the coast and thereafter a week at a spa together with her sister. The last days of those two weeks she and the sister were staying at their parent's summerhouse again. Lena would be back home on Friday when my holidays began.

We had rented a caravan for two weeks and intended to visit a few interesting places in the north. No more talk about the nude beach. I hadn't thought a single thought about dogging until I one day at the gas station met Michael, who of some unexplained strange reason was the most successful pussy hound in my Motor Club. 

He greeted me with a big smile and said, "I didn't know that you and Lena had gotten so modern habits that you've began with dogging. Looks fun, can I join you next time?" 

"What the hell are you talking about?" 

"Hi Mr. Sunshine, don't pretend to fool an old friend." 

"What the hell do you mean?" 

"I've seen the pictures of Lena and you at the dogging site on the net?" 

I was totally dumbfounded and said, "You got to be totally wrong. It must be somebody else who looks like us and your imagination did the rest. We have never been at any dogging. That's for sure." 

"Oh my dear friend, I can't bet any money that it is you but I can bet a full tank of gasoline that it is Lena. Go home and look at the net and then come here and pay my gas bill." 

"I'll take the bet and expect my bill be paid tomorrow." 

"Sorry old friend, it's not my fault if Lena is there with somebody else. That's not the question in this matter," he chuckled as he walked away. 

I went home, found the dogging site, logged in for a membership and had to wait a long half hour before I got my password and got to the pictures. It was even worse than expected. Though she had a black wig and sunglasses it was no doubt that it was my wife Lena who was fucked in several positions by what seemed to be two different men of almost the same size. 

The photos didn't show the men's heads and I think the one who had published those photos had used some editing program to fix some extra sun tan on them. It was the tattooed green and bright red spider on Lena's left bottom, well visible on several photos, which took away all my doubts that it was my wife Lena who got fucked on that sunny beach surrounded by naked spectators. 

I felt like I had been hit in the head with a baseball bat. The feeling got even worse when I understood why Michael had been able to recognize Lena. He had done it by the only possible way. He had seen her naked before and recognized her bright tattooed spider. 

Lena's spider was almost in the crack and not visible when she wore bikini bottoms or panties. She had gotten it tattooed in Thailand during our holiday trip there last winter and I ought to have been only man in the world who knew that secret. One thing was for sure, if Michael had succeeded in getting Lena naked and saw the spider, he had even succeeded to fuck her. He hadn't gotten his reputation for nothing. The question was when, where and why Lena had fucked that infamous pussy hound. 

When I had recovered from the shock, I decided to pay Michael a visit. He was at home and tried to stop me at the door but I pushed him back in and got in myself. I told him, "You got your gas and we need to talk." 

Michael understood the reason for my visit and went very pale in his face when he asked me to sit down in his living room. He stammered, "What can I do for you?" 

I laid up two large printouts from the dogging site on his table and asked him, "How in the hell could you recognize Lena in these pictures?" "Somebody told me."

"Who?"

"Can't remember."

"Bullshit. You damn pussy hound have fucked her recently but it doesn't matter any longer because I'm divorcing her for the damn beach fucking anyway. Now I want to hear the truth."

Michael knew that by bucking a fellow Club member's wife had broken the most important code of honor in the Club, which could get him to be treated as a leaper in ancient Rome. My reputation from my biker days didn't make things easier for him. He took my word about Lena's dogging as the only reason for the coming divorce. He chose the easy way and told me a bullshit story about how he had met Lena at the Supermarket when I was away on a two day business trip and after some pleasant small talk invited her to his place for a coffee break. To his great surprise and pleasure she had accepted. While waiting for him to fix the coffee she had taken a closer look at his living room and found a porn CD. She asked him to play it and they saw it together during their coffee time. He tried to resist but after a while they had started some innocent necking, which had ended up in a fucking. It was then he had noted Lena's bright spider almost in the crack of her bottom. 

Michael swore that it was the only time he had done anything with Lena. I understood that the real truth was much worse than that but I didn't care to whip it out of him because his confession about fucking Lena was bad enough.

I told him I believed him, stood up and walked to the door. At the door I turned around against him and said with a silent voice, "By the way Michael, Lena is a damn slut but she is still my wife and nobody fucks my wife for free." 

I hit him with all my power in his belly and gave him a hard kick between his legs. He fell to the floor and lay there wriggling like a worm when I gave him the message that if he ever bragged about fucking Lena or mentioned anything about her dogging at the beach, I would give him an unforgettable punishment. Then I left his apartment and I'm sure that he would not fuck anybody's wife at least during the next two weeks.

Back home I was convinced that I had done the right thing with Michael because only a real asshole fucks a fellow Club member's wife. But I didn't feel any better after visiting Michael because this morning I had been an average husband and what the hell was I now? Of course, we had some ups and downs in the marriage but mostly I was happy with it and had been looking forward to a pleasant summer holiday with my family. And now a few hours later I was degraded to a cuckold who knew for sure that she had cheated several times on.

I had evidence for two times and God only knew how many men she had fucked at the nude beach. Now I even suspected that she had been fucking some damn playa when she was at Gran Canaria with her slut sister. But it doesn't matter any longer. What I wanted most of all was to catch Lena in action if she went back to the nude beach for some further dogging when she was back from the spa.

After a lot of thinking I had a plan. Just take the days off from my work and spend the three days she was at her parent's summerhouse, back from the spa on the nude beach. Just in case she went there for more dogging. If she did, I intended to videotape the fucking, kick her fucker hard in his ass, take off her wig and tell her that the game is over. 

The only weak point with that plan was that I had to take three days off from my job during a very busy time and spend them naked on the damn beach just in case she and her slut sister came there for dogging. Of course, I had lot of time I could work during the summer holiday since I intended to cancel the trip to the north Lena and I had planned to do with our friends. 

The next day Julia, one of my fellow workers noted that I was totally a mess. Julia had recently found out that her husband had a long time threesome affair with their neighbors and dumped him. I told her that I had gotten into a similar situation as she with a cheating spouse. She convinced me that talking about the problems could release some of the pain and offered to talk about it with me that evening. I accepted and suggested a pub but she invited me to her house.

Julia was thirty-four years old; a handsome bright minded easygoing woman, now living with her eight-year-old son Oliver. Nobody at the office could understand how her ex-husband could be stupid enough to have gotten involved in those perverted neighbor's sex games. Several of the guys at the job had made their attempts on her after the divorce but she had said a polite "no thanks" to all of them. 

At seven o'clock I rang her doorbell with some flowers in my hand. Her son opened the door and shouted, "Mom your date is here." 

A smiling Julia met me and told me not to care about him. She had coffee ready and asked me to sit down in her living room. After the coffee she told me her story, which made it easier for me to tell her mine. She was a good listener and had only a few questions. 

When I told her about my plans about going to that beach, she didn't agree that it was a good plan. Wasting so much time for maybe getting to know what I already knew. She suggested me a much easier solution. Just send a text message about Michael's confession to her at the spa.

I accepted and she helped me to write the following short message: "Dear Lena, Michael has bragged about his sex with you and I hope you'll understand the consequences for our marriage. Signed your (soon to be ex) husband." 

Time goes fast and it was already half past ten when I sent the message. Julia suggested me to stay some time and wait for a reply in case Lena wasn't sleeping yet. I had planned for what to say if she rang. She didn't. Lena rang me the next day at the job. She was angry and thought that the old saying "Attack is the best defense" was always valid. 

She shouted, "What the hell do you mean by that damn message?" 

I had decided not to raise my voice at her no matter what ever she said and replied, with a soft voice, "You knew the consequences when you cheated." 

"And you are stupid enough to believe everything that bragging asshole Michael is telling you?"

"Not really, but in this sad matter I have even other evidence. It is enough for me and enough for my lawyer. I'm sorry Lena, very sorry indeed but you ought to thought about the consequences before you threw such crap to me and to poor Elliot. Now it is too late to get anything undone." 

"What evidence?" 

"Your adultery is on the web where the whole world can see it." 

Now she understood the situation and began to sob and continued with a soft voice, "I'm coming home right now. Please let me explain everything and don't do anything stupid before I've explained the whole matter." 

"No need to come. I don't care how long you are staying there. One thing is for sure, our marriage is history." 

She ended the conversation with, "I'm coming home. You need to know the truth." 

Julia and I had lunch together and I told her Lena had rang me and was coming home. Lena came home at six thirty in the evening. Obviously she still had the hope of being able to get a solution for our marriage but I told her that divorce was the only possible solution after all her many cheatings, which in my opinion was rather a habit than a bad mistake. Obviously she had never thought that I could find out anything and went ash gray in her face when I counted them. 

"I'm sure that you fucked some damn 'sand worms' when you and your slut sister were at Gran Canaria and got the damn sand fucking in your mind. Michael has confessed that you wanted him to fuck you in his apartment and your damn 'dogging' at the nude beach is on the web. How many perverts did you fuck there? And Lord only knows how many more pussy hounds you fucked out there? Who cares because those I mentioned are more than enough."

Now she was sobbing and said with a low voice, "You are totally wrong. In fact there is only one lover and one blackmailer. That's all and I agree that it is enough to get us problems." 

"OK, it doesn't matter. Even if I don't believe you, let's pretend that it is so." 

"No, please listen and let me tell you the truth. You're wrong, nothing happened at Gran Canaria when Monica and I were there. Monica had fixed to meet a date with one of her lovers and a friend of his there. The first three days I had a terrible diarrhea and then I refused to have anything to do with the 'date's friend' who was an arrogant asshole." 

She continued, "However, I met and had a romance with a nice guy by the name of Dennis when mom and I did that coach tour to Skagen last year. It was he who gave me that unforgettable sex in the still warm sand at the famous beach during an evening after a pleasant dinner. You know that mom has never liked you and she was very happy for my affair with Dennis. I spent the whole trip close to Dennis and have dated him twice since then and can't deny that I've strong feelings for him, but told him and he's accepted that I love you and my family will always be my first choice. He was the only man I fucked during the 'dogging' at the nude beach. It was mom who, to my great surprise, had invited him to her summerhouse. After a dinner with wine and some 'Absolut' I told him about the dogging story in the newspaper, which got me horny and he accepted to join me there the next day for fulfilling my fantasy, which he did. I can tell you that it wasn't the expected kick and I'll never do it again." 

Then she began sobbing, "Michael was a damn big mistake. That damn asshole blackmailed me to do it with him. When I spent a weekend helping mom clean her summerhouse in May this year, mom had invited Dennis to help us. It was a hot day and Dennis and I went to the beach for a walk and for the first sunbath of the year. We were lying on a blanket; I had only my bikini bottoms on me when two windsurfers walked past us. To my fear Michael was one of them and it got even worse when I noted that he and Dennis knew each other since their service in the army. Michael understood what was going on, got a big grin on his face and promised not say anything to anybody. He didn't keep his word. When I met him at the supermarket some weeks ago he gave me a simple choice, go with him to his apartment or tell you about Dennis. I chose the apartment where he had me strip and fuck him. Dennis who promised to take care of Michael, which he obviously did because Michael has not threatened me since then." 

I didn't comment and Lena continued, "I rang Dennis after I had gotten your text message and talked with you. I told him that Michael put my marriage in danger though I had surrendered to his blackmailing and let him fuck me. Dennis promised to fix it so that Michael got punished in some way for what he did to me. He even asked me to live with him if you were going divorce me. I told him that my future is up to you to decide. Do you want me to stay with you or shall I leave you for Michael? You can think about it, but I want your answer before nine o'clock tomorrow morning." 

I can't deny that I was a bit surprised. She gave me the "favor" to decide if I wanted to remain married to a cheating slut or not? I replied, "You didn't mention anything about your relation to Dennis in the future if I don't kick you out?"

"He will always be a friend, it's a small world and I can't promise not to see him sometimes somewhere, can I?" 

"You didn't promise 'no more fucking' with him" 

"No, because nobody knows how our marriage will develop in the future. I think we need a lot of counseling and thereafter it's up to you how we can go further. But if we are getting to be a happy family again, I promise to be faithful. I want to keep my promises." 

I burst out in a loud laugh, "Yes, I know how well you've kept the vows you gave me during our wedding. Are they worth even a piece of shit today? Did you ever think about them when you fucked those two scumbags? Let's fix the divorce papers and bank affairs first thing tomorrow morning and then you are free to piss off to your damn doggy boy." 

"Is that your final decision?" 

"Yes." 

When Lena understood that my simple yes put a full stop to a marriage in which we had shared many good times together and obviously been much happier that many of our friends in their marriages, she began to cry and sobbed, "I never wanted you to know, Dennis was only a bonus, who made me happier with you and able to give you more love." 

I didn't care to reply. Instead I began to tell her my conditions for a simple divorce. Put the house up for sale, split all assets 50/50 and let Elliot choose with whom of us he wanted to live and give the other parent rights to have him half of the annual holiday times. 

Lena agreed without any objections and I took the next day off work and after we had done our errands, she left to spend her summer holiday at her parent's summerhouse and for planning her new life with Dennis. 

That evening Elliot rang me and asked if he could stay at grandma's summerhouse with his cousin some more time during the holiday. I accepted. Friday, the last day before my summer holiday I asked Julia about her plans for the holidays. She didn't have any because she had many bills to pay and couldn't afford any holiday trip. I told her that I had rented a caravan for two weeks and had no use for it, so I could park it at some nice camping where she and her son could use it for free. 




Dogging



For those of you not familiar with the British 'pastime' of 'Dogging' let me explain that it involves numbers of people meeting up in secluded public carparks for sexual frolics. It's become a bit of a cultural cliché over here, with the tabloid image of seedy loners and old slappers getting down and dirty in dreary locations in the dead of night.

But as I found this summer, that can be pretty far from the exciting truth now that a new generation of 'doggers' is emerging. Bear with this tale; I think you'll get a buzz, as we did. . .

Kent is known as the garden of England - a somewhat dubious monicker given the weather variations - but at the beginning of this summer with a heatwave scorching all and sundry my 29 year-old wife Lucy and I visited friends down there.

After one particularly heavy night and with our friends having family commitments, the following day Lucy and I took a bus into the lush green countryside and decided to make our way back to the town via the many country pubs and beer gardens. 

After an afternoon's drinking under the vibrant sun, we were pretty merry after dinner and found ourselves budging up our wooden bench-seats at our table in a crowded beer garden to give another couple some room.

We made smalltalk with Richard and Chloe- a tall brunette with a very fine figure, full in all the right places I ascertained with my many glances down at her chest straining her tight white vest-top.

He was an amiable bloke who worked in the city but had taken the weekend off to come down to Kent in pursuit of their hobby. I never immediately pursued the 'hobby' inquiry, not wanting to appear too nosey, and preferring to watch his wife chat to mine - both girls had dark locks, my Lucy's ringleted where her hair lay on her shoulders, Chloe's straight, falling halfway down her back; Lucy has big green eyes, a natural full pout and softer features, while Chloe's sparkling blue orbs and dazzling smile lit up her tanned face. They were a pair who attracted plenty of unsolicited male attention from the surrounding tables. 

Because of the heat, Lucy wore a fitted red T-shirt which clung to her prominent 36C tits and a white pair of shorts, finishing halfway down her long thighs. I hadn't noticed what Chloe had complimented her skimpy vest-top with until she stood to get some more drinks and revealed a shapely pair of pins beneath a short denim mini-skirt. Her tight little ass swayed provocatively as she sauntered into the bar.

While she was gone Chloe eventually asked out of politeness exactly what this 'hobby' was that Richard had chosen to travel to Kent for.

I nearly choked on my beer when he replied with a cool smile, "Dogging."

Lucy just sat with a blank expression and a question in her eyes as Richard found amusement in my reaction. 

"You're not quite sure what dogging is?" Richard asked her.

"Well. . .No," Lucy answered with a sheepish smile. "I've never heard of it; although I think Andy might have. . ." She glared at me.

Richard laughed. He was a rugged guy, about my height - just under six feet - with a touch of grey around his dark temples. I reckoned he was mid-late thirties, while Chloe was more our age; late twenties.

Chloe arrived back with drinks before Richard chose to give Lucy and answer. Instead, he told Chloe what was up and she beamed at Lucy. "You really don't know? Well. . .It's sort of like a lot of people get together, mostly at night but in summer it can be early evening. . .Well, we all meet up in car parks, and, well, things can get exciting, you know? Like, maybe some people will have sex and others get off watching, or sometimes join in. .. "

Lucy looked mindblown. She had been quite reserved about sex - I think I was only the third guy to ever see her naked, and the second to screw her. The odd one out, carnally, would have been her doctor. . .

That was when we married. Since then a one-off bit of wild, boozed-up fun after a wedding had been her only 'bacchanalian' behaviour. I wrote about Lucy losing her inhibitions in a previous recollection entitled, 'lapdancing'.

Back at the beer garden table, when Lucy eventually shut her gaping mouth, Chloe added, "It really is a lot of fun. You never thought about trying it?"

She looked at me, her beautiful smile making me scream 'YES!' inside, but I held my composure through my beer-fugue and shrugged, "Nah, never. Reckoned it was only old geezers and strange loners who did it. . .No offence, you know?"

"Nope, don't worry about that," said Richard. "You'd be amazed. Loads of young folk doing it for a laugh now. I mean, since the weather got so warm, we've seen some real antics, eh Chloe?"

She concurred.

Lucy started to ask questions, seemingly fascinated. Most were directed at Chloe, loads about the men, what they did. When Chloe told her about the number of good-looking guys she'd seen wanking openly, I saw Lucy's expression intensify and her eyes mist a bit - I knew that watching a man wank was one of her big turn-ons; we'd seen enough porn together where she'd gotten extremely hot at those group scenes with the blokes jerking and watching the women; and during our wedding after-party adventure in 'Lapdancing' she'd been buzzed by the cocks on show then, too.

A realisation dawned - it had been running through my head ever since the word dogging was mentioned and my reptilian brain began throwing up images of Chloe in sexual situations - and Lucy asked them tentatively, with awe, if they got 'involved'.

"Of course," shrieked Chloe, "That's all the fun!"

Then Richard made my heart race like no man ever has - or, given my red-blooded hetero-ness, I thought possible! - when he proposed, "Why don't you guys come along with us tonight and see for yourselves? You can just watch the antics. I've got plenty room in our 4x4 for a couple of rookies. . ."

He grinned and I put it all together - I hadn't seen him with a beer; just orange, then a coke. He was driving. Of course, they'd stopped off so Chloe could get some resolve from a couple of large wines on their way out for some fun. 

My mouth went dry. I looked cautiously at Lucy. She was wide-eyed, looking a bit like a goldfish that's just realised its world's a glass bowl with nowhere else to go. She was stumped for an excuse.

Richard even headed any off at the pass when he offered, "Don't worry about transport home - I'll run you back to wherever you're staying after the fun's up. Fancy being a couple of interested observers for the evening?"

"If you want. . .For a laugh. . ." I said to Lucy. 

Chloe egged her on as well, telling her what a kink it was to see people acting all horny. Lucy kind of nodded, and Richard chose the moment to get up and declare it time to get a move on; things were starting earlier in this heat, he confirmed, and we wouldn't want to miss anything, would we?

I guzzled my beer and locked eyes with Lucy as she downed her vodka. She just raised her brows and got up with a nervous smile.

It only took five minutes drive in Richard's spacious offroader to find ourselves heading up a track off the main highway. It was the way into some country park and opened up into a grove half the size of a football pitch; a little carpark, enclosed by trees and lit warmly by the evening sun. To my surprise there were a good half-dozen other cars there. Richard paused, asking Chloe where she wanted to go. 

She pointed over to a flatbed jeep which appeared to have some people in conversation around it. He drove over slowly, pulling up alongside.

Lucy gasped, "Oh my God. . ." - the jeep was on her side of Richard's car and both she and Chloe - in the front passenger seat of course - had a great view down. I leaned over and admit I too got a shock as a burst of adrenalin shot through me. On the flat open back of the jeep a guy who was no older than us was sitting with his arms around his wife, or girlfriend - you don't check rings at moments like that - who was leaning with her back against him, facing out at three blokes who had gathered around the back of the jeep's open tailgate, cocks in hand, pulling slowly as they stared at her.

What was so interesting them was the fact that this attractive blonde thirtysomething had her skirt rucked up around her waist and her legs splayed wide apart with no panties to be seen. What was on display was a smooth-shaven pussy, lips swollen and reddened, her winking slit glistening with juices caught in the evening sunlight. Her man had her top lifted and was rolling a pair of very stiff nipples in his fingers while he kneaded her small tits and watched on.

The wankers shot our vehicle a few anxious glances but soon relaxed, even briskened their strokes, when they caught sight of Lucy and Chloe at the windows.

"Wow!" Chloe squealed, and shot at Lucy, "I told you there was some fun, didn't I?"

Richard lowered the girls' windows and the sounds of soft feminine moaning drifted in. The blonde wore a glazed look as she gazed at us with hooded eyes. One hand strayed to her pussy and her fingers got busy. I swear she locked eyes with me for a few moments - I'm not imagining it because I distinctly remember the erotic shock zipping straight to my dick and tenting my jeans.

The blonde girl worked up a rhythm and her free hand disappeared behind her, no doubt to get a handful of her man's hard cock. Now and then I heard the juicy retort of a horny pussy being fingered. 

Lucy and Chloe spoke in whispers:

Lucy: "Does this happen all the time?"

Chloe: "Oh, yeah. . .Just look at those guy swank. Hot isn't it?"

Lucy didn't answer, but she shuffled uncomfortably in her seat beside me. 

Then Chloe nodded across the carpark, "Looks like this is where the action is tonight. Here come some more."

I saw figures approaching. Two blokes moving independently of each other, and a couple. Then another car drew up on the opposite side of the jeep from us; a top-of-the-range Merc. I saw a very classy lady gaze out at the scene, her exquisite, defined features, make-up and general appearance speaking volumes. The car door opened to reveal her sitting side-saddle, facing out wearing a dark fitted pencil-skirt. I was pretty shocked to note her black blouse was open, her lacy bra supporting a couple of rosy-nippled breasts that were free of their cups. She flicked her brown, shoulder-length hair back off her face, took in the jeep scene and gazed hungrily at the guys' dicks. Her husband reached round her and slowly began to raise her skirt. 

The wankers switched their attentions between the jeep and the Merc. If the two women had any qualms about audience figures, they were soon assuaged by the arrival of the two new guys from across the carpark. They were younger- early twenties - and Chloe quipped, "Hey, Lucy, here's some top totty for us!"

Lucy giggled, but I recognised the signs of attraction. Each guy looked pretty fit, groomed, although they were strangers to one another.

One of them stopped right at Mrs.Merc's door. No shortage of confidence as he unbuttoned his flies and took out a hardening length of meat.

Chloe moaned; Richard slid a hand over though I couldn't see what part of her he was touching because of the seat-back. Lucy gaped again in shock, but tinged with interest.

The second guy lingered at the back of the jeep, looking over at the Merc and at us. I felt Lucy flinch as his gaze roamed over our 4x4, and then Chloe upped the stakes by clicking opened her door, though not opening it fully.

"Chloe!" Lucy hissed, breathless.

"You don't think I'm going to deprive that lovely meat of some stimulation, do you?" she said with a great dazzling smile.

My dick pulsed.

The other couple we'd seen tailing the two young men arrived on foot. A large bloke, looking like a bodybuilder gone a bit to seed, and the girl a slim brunette with a short bob and a cute, tan face. She had a little bra-top on holding a fine pair of bobbing tits and a matching white mini-skirt and sandals. Being a bit of a leg man I was pleased to note a toned pair of pins carrying that appetising frame. 

She looked about as nervous as Lucy, I thought, but then realised I'd maybe been mistaken and that it was sexual tension I was seeing - she led her man up to the action and placed him right beside the original three jerkers. 

Then, to my delight and surprise, she knelt, pulled out his fat cock and began to suck whilst watching the guys wank only feet from her face. The big bloke reached down and freed her fine high tits for our delectation and I rubbed myself slyly as they began to judder whilst she blew him. 

In the Merc, that refined lady was losing a bit of her dignity as her skirt rose to reveal a fine full pussy, neatly shaved to leave only a brown landing strip above a puffy slit. Her hubby began to finger it and she groaned loudly. The newcoming young guy had his dick at full mast and beat it furiously. She responded by opening her legs to allow full sight of her flushed cunt. As her husband's fingers delved inside, Chloe muttered, "Right, that's it," and kicked her door open.

Lucy actually recoiled a bit in shock, bumping into me. Of course, my cock was rock-hard and she felt it prod her back. She looked round, shocked, but it melted into a wicked grin. "You dirty sod," she whispered, "This pervy stuff getting to you?"

"And not to you?" I asked back.

She just smiled wanly and turned back to the action. With another sharp intake of breath.

Chloe had the door open fully and was gaining some attention. Another single guy had appeared round her side of the car. He seemingly only had eyes for her and was in the act of extracting his member. 

On the jeep flatbed, the guy moved into the doggy position and started to hump the blonde. Her little tits shuddered delightfully as he pounded into her. Two of the original jerkers squeezed forward against the back of the jeep, bringing their cocks to within inches of the blonde's lust-filled face. She reached out and grabbed one. 

Lucy said quietly, "Oh my God she's going to wank him off. . ."

The third original, however, joined our newcomer in giving his undivided attention to Chloe.

I wanted - badly - to see what she was getting up to in the passenger seat. I saw her hand snake across the gap and delve into Richard's lap. So did Lucy. I strained forward, looking through and saw a beautiful sight - Chloe's lovely full tits out of her vest-top, it pulled down to show off her toned smooth torso. I reckoned her chest even bigger than my Lucy's 36cs, and full with it. Her nipples were surprisingly small in comparison to her abundant tit-flesh - two little brown caps, but hard as studs.

Then Richard hauled her denim mini right up. She wore a pair of lace panties, high-cut, tantalisingly see-through in places. That was my only complaint about dogging - if you're not in the right position, the view can be a pain. I wanted to be in the jerkers' place - looking right up at Chloe as she displayed herself. But right then I settled for the over-the shoulder shot. 

Chloe shot Lucy a devilish grin and said, "Look at all those hard cocks Lucy. . .Want to see this hot sod's meat?" 

She meant the younger bloke who'd turned up but as yet was not revealing anything, albeit there was a distinctive bulge in his denims as her stood only a few feet away in front of Chloe.

"Hey, hot stuff, take my panties off for me. . ."

Lucy just about choked in shock as Chloe ordered the guy. He stepped up with a grin as wide as the big blue sky above and did as she asked. He sniffed them, then tossed them in to Richard.

Looking down, I got a delicious view of Chloe's naked mound - bare, I noted, waxed clean of hair, shining in the mellow light. Then she hooked a leg up on the dashboard and let the other dangle free, totally open to voyeuristic appetites.

The latest bloke pulled at his firm dick, looking at Chloe's bared pussy. Her rubbed precum around the shaft, saw Lucy watching intently, smiled and jerked faster. 

Beside me, Lucy's breath quickened. She kept cursing to herself under it; disbelief, arousal. Her eyes flitted to the front - she saw Chloe's fingers free Richard's impressive cock and manipulate it. Lucy stared at his rampant, circumcised dick. Then she reached for mine, found it, worked her fingers into my flies, wrapped her hand around it.

Thank fuck for that; two seconds later and I was going to have to get it out myself anyway.

On the jeep the blonde shrieked expletives in an obvious and thrilling orgasm. Suddenly, the guy she was wanking came too, shooting some cum onto her chin. She laughed , milked him dry, then leaned just a bit further forward and took the other cock in her mouth.

Lucy wriggled, slowly jerked me. I reached round, fondled her firm tits - her nipples were like diamonds, felt even harder than my cock. I looked over at the Merc. She was sucking off the young guy. Her hubby had come out and round beside him to jerk his own dick against his wife's face too. She was fingering herself, moaning in rhythm with their tryst.

Suddenly, my attention was snapped back - by my own wife as she took hold of my hand and ran it from her tits down to her crotch. So she was that horny, was she? Lucy groaned with lust; I followed her gaze, no longer on Richard's cock but now on the younger bloke who'd removed Chloe's panties. Chloe was rubbing at her pussy while Richard continued to tease her tits. 

The young guy was the centre of the girls' attention - he opened the fly of his jeans with a very wry grin and produced a slab of meat any bloke would have been proud of.

It looked like a damn fresh catch at a salmon farm. He wanked it up, growing it to a good nine inches by any quick guess.

Chloe cooed, "Oh yes, baby. . .Oh yes, wank it for me. . ."

Lucy was wrestling with her emotions - fiercely in the grip of hitherto rarely-known overt lust and yet staunchly maintaining some kind of reserve, continually telling herself aloud that she didn't believe this was happening, peppered with plenty of 'Oh God's.

Then the blonde in the jeep fell forward, exhausted, leaving her man kneeling there, big dick in hand, gazing over at us. He had a cock-ring, a silver band protruding from the head of his member - a 'Prince Albert' ; looked fucking painful I can tell you. 

The other two guys - the original wankers, followed his gaze, one of them now working his spent cock back up, the other surely on the brink of cumming.

Lucy shuddered with pleasure as I began to unbutton her shorts. The guys' eyes were mainly on Chloe's bare pussy of course, but they knew damn well there was a hottie behind the back door too, whom they could see through he window space..

My hand slipped into her panties - they were soaking wet. My fingers found her thick bud of a clit solid and slick and her hole sopping with desire. Her whole body quivered, a spasm shooting through her as I rolled her clit and sunk a finger in deep. She made a guttural sound that attracted attention.

"Hey, Lucy's getting into it!" Chloe said with lustful glee.

Richard, looked right round the seat, heightening Lucy's response. She ground on my fingers as his eyes roamed over her body. 

"Pity she's all covered up," he smiled, looking right into her eyes.

She gasped, lifted her hips forward as more juice flooded over my twisted hand. She jerked her head back, actually going through a small orgasm with her yes tight shut. 

Richard winked at me, said, "Man, I'd love to look at her awesome body and wank for her. . ."

That was the best trigger-pulling line I've heard. Lucy groaned, gasped, "Okay, let him see me, dammit!" as she finally overcame her inhibitions.

I lifted her T-shirt, took it right of fin one movement which shocked her. She opened her eyes, looked down at her own bra-clad tits, looked up at Richard's hungry gaze and with a sexy bite of her lower lip, reached a hand round and flipped off her bra-catch. The white cups fell away and those ripe breasts were exposed to another guy fort he first time since I'd know her - in fact exposed to others as well; murmurs of approval rose from outwith but I don't think it even quite registered with Lucy right then, such was the heady buzz of the situation. 




Dogging



She has very swollen aureole when aroused and those nipples certainly looked red and perky as she drew a deep breath, showing her fine chest off to maximum effect.

"Wow!" said Chloe, craning round, "You look fantastic Lucy. Doesn't it feel great?"

Lucy grunted, not really saying anything but ground against my hand. I had two fingers up her and the others attempting to work her hard clit. Her breathing was deep and heavy; I felt she was encroaching on uncharted territory - a new form of arousal through unknown but violently powerful stimulation.

"You look awesome," said Richard, " but I want to experience it from those guys' point of view as well. . ."

With that he got out the car and walked round to the girls' side, dick in hand.

Chloe gave a little cry of glee as he joined the other wankers. She now had Richard, the three originals, the young guy with the oversized cock and the bloke in the jeep with the cock-ring all her eager and appreciative audience. The newly arrived couple were still at the back of the jeep, the heavy-built guy now turning his attention to Chloe as well while his girl bobbed her dark head back and forth on his dick.

Across the way Mr. Merc was now fucking Mr.s Merc as she lay across the front seats, with the other young bloke jerking and fondling her tits. 

The entire scene was startling, yet very appealing, cast as it was in the golden evening sunlight. I briefly wondered if it would be quite so appetising on a bleak winter's night but you got to realise the thrill is in the daring and actions of others and the sense of shared pleasure it brings. There's quite a civilised atmosphere when everyone's gathered for the sole purpose of gratification and appreciates everyone's personal boundaries.

And one person close to me was about to step beyond her boundary. . .

Chloe said to Lucy, "Hey, they want to see you, Lucy. Just like me. . .Go on. . ."

Lucy hesitated, squeezed my hand with her thighs and pussy. I pulled it away, asked the question with wide eyes. She shot me a briefly irate, puzzled glance. 

Chloe took up the baton again: "They want to look at you you and wank, Lucy. . .I love it. Look, they can see everything but they can't touch. . .Only themselves. . .Now Andy, get round beside Richard and let us girls get some entertainment. . ."

I wasn't, under any circumstances - terrorist attack, WWIII, the Second Coming - missing this chance; I leapt out the car, almost pranging my waving wood on the door as I did so, and raced round the other side as fast as you can with a hard-on. I leant against the side of the jeep, noticing the blonde now sitting back up beside her kneeling hubby, having taken his dick in hand to watch the show we were now supposed to provide them. Well, not 'we' - mainly Chloe. . .

When I looked away, my heart leapt. I didn't realise how much the 4x4's elevated chassis raised the seats above ground. Not 'til I saw Chloe spread delightfully in the passenger seat, that is. With that leg folded up against the dash and her other shoe resting on the footboard, her legs were wide apart, and her pussy drew everyone's eye and raised everyone's dicks while it was at it. Not that mine needed much more encouragement. 

Just looking at Chloe's long gash, the sheen of moisture all over her protruding thick crinkly inner labia, was enough to make me want to come there and then. Richard watched all our reactions with an expression of lust infused with pride. Chloe just looked horny as hell, running a finger down and around her gaping cunt as she savoured the cocks standing for her attention.

As one, we wanked our hard dicks. Chloe cooed her appreciation, fingering herself more rigorously. The bloke with the biggest cock stepped closer, with a bit of encouragement from her. She squeezed and pinched her tits, then reached down and grasped the top of his huge dick. 

Chloe turned to Lucy and said, "Oh, you should feel this thing, Lucy. Isn't it a beauty?" Then she stroked it some. The guy grinned and slid a hand up Chloe's smooth taut thigh. 

I looked at Lucy who was gazing out the window at the scene like a startled deer. But those wonderful tits of hers were on show. After a brief second when I thought she might scream, she let out a great, lustful sigh and pushed the rear door open.

I really got a thrill, then - my demure wife had slipped her shorts right off and was sat there with her right hand firmly thrust into her panties, working away at her inflamed pussy. 

The guy looked at her crotch and tits as Chloe jerked his shiny cock. Then Chloe leaned back up, pulling the guy's hand up her thigh to her cunt. His fingers squelched in without ceremony and she pulled his hand as he pistoned two digits in and out of her gaping hole. But he didn't take his eyes off Lucy and grasped his thick shaft again with his free hand.

Lucy moaned, whispered, "Oh God yes, let me see you wank. . ."

And he did. Then Richard moved closer to her, along with two others. Lucy's expression seemed to waver intermittently between incredible arousal and sheer terror - I think she was testing herself, daring herself.

Behind me, the bodybuilder type and his cute girl had clambered up onto the jeep flatbed. The blonde went down on him whilst the cuties remove d her panties and sat giving me a fantastic upskirt of her red-raw pussy - dark pubes trimmed back to a close crop. 'Prince Albert' took his chance to get some fingerfun.

Richard's voice snapped me back. "Go on. . ." he said. I thought it was Chloe he was talking to because she began to jerk and swear as she came on the guy's fingers. But I realised it was Lucy as Chloe hissed through her orgasm, "Go on, Lucy, it's wonderful!"

Lucy looked at me, then to the side and smiled broadly. I was puzzled for a second, then felt a warm hand encircle my cock - the classy lady, standing right next to me, her sweet perfume teasing my nostrils, the faint aroma of hot pussy underlying it. I looked down - her wonderfully proportioned tits still out, and then I realised she was completely naked from the waist down. 

I moved my hand over hr smooth flesh, cupped her moist cunt - it was on fire. She purred, stroked my cock ever-so expertly. I smiled back at Lucy, shrugged.

She looked inflamed with passion - in a totally different way than I'd ever seen; I guess I was watching my wife actually live out a little fantasy. She gazed imperiously down at the cocks bobbing in front of her, appeared overwhelmed, nipples ferociously erect. She took her hand from her panties, hesitated, then lifted her ass from the seat and slid them right off. She tossed them to Richard, who grinned, sniffed then wrapped them round his cock. 

That set Lucy off even more; she took a deep breath, let out a small choking cry of pleasure and parted her thighs wide.

I've seen my wife's pussy in many states of arousal but that night I doubted I'd ever seen it look so much like a cunt. I use the old English term because it is in a way perfectly beautiful; and Lucy's cunt was perfectly beautiful in its extreme arousal -she looked as though she had been fucked. Her mound as always had the triangle of dark pubes but usually so neat, tonight they were matted with her juices, curled and straggly; her lips are almost ideally symmetrical but were so swollen and reddened with manipulation they lay open, allowing all a glorious view of her fiery pink inner lips, her exposed clit and the dark entrance to her cunt. All was awash with shining juice and traces of whitish cum - hers. 

The guys all voiced their appreciation and jerked faster. Lucy was breathing fast and shallow, eyes big saucers. She took this all in for a few seconds then attacked her own clit. 

Chloe stepped down from the 4x4 to look at what all the males were wanking to. She clapped, "Oh, yes! Lovely, Lucy!" And then she knelt and took big dick in her mouth, whilst reaching out a hand to grasp another. The lucky guy turned out to be Mr.Merc, who had just forced his way forward. 

Two of the original wankers grunted that they were going to come. Chloe stopped sucking to voice her glee and watch with delight as sprays of cum shot onto the ground. I think one of them was the guy who'd already shot only ten minutes or so before although my memory isn't quite clear; but if it was and he's reading this - good repeat effort, mate.

Suddenly, looking on, Lucy howled into an orgasm, she lay back onto the car seat as her hips jerked up and down giving us all a great view of her fingers circling her clit at speed and that raw pussy of hers winking as it spasmed. Her juices soaked her thighs.

She stopped her frigging and kneaded both her tits, groaning with pleasure. The unfettered sight of her soaking cunt was too much - Richard couldn't help himself and steeped forward, sliding his fingers over her lips and mound. I saw her stiffen .I meant to say something, but the thrill of seeing another guy touch her intimately, plus her own show had me too close to cumming to care. My left hand was lodged in the sweet tight pussy of the classy chick next to me who was shivering through her own little orgasm whilst pumping my throbbing cock in her soft fist.

Lucy sat back up, saw it was Richard and gasped, "Yes! Finger me while you cum!"

Chloe took her mouth from the big dick and gave a little cheer. Then she grabbed the cock of the third original wanker and jerked him in unison with Mr.Merc while the two originals who'd just come stepped out the way.

Mr.Merc started top shoot as well, and Chloe shrieked her delight, shooting his cum onto her juddering tits. That set his wife off big time and she came hard on my fingers, her knees buckling. Thankfully the side of the jeep held her up.

I heard the two guys on the flatbed cum as well, their respective partners egging them on. 

Lucy was glancing around, watching it all, grinding her pussy onto Richard's fingers, almost delirious with arousal. 

Then Chloe guided the last of the originals over to stand in front of her beside Richard.

Big dick followed, and also the second younger guy who'd arrived with him. I thought he'd just been content to watch after, I presume, coming with Mrs.Merc, but here he was, stepping up to the plate again, working his cock to hardness. Stepping up to a plate that contained my young wife, that is.

You guys take over," Chloe said, before assuming a stance against the 4x4 that invited a police search. What it did invite, of course was her hubby to fuck her from behind. Richard did so happily, thrusting right up between her spread legs, gripping her hips. Chloe came loudly as her tits shook like mad.

Lucy was tripping over the edge again. The bold young bloke who'd fucked Mrs. Merc stepped close and placed his hand where Richard's had been - right on her cunt. She gasped, shook with pleasure. He poked two fingers in and out. Lucy rubbed her clit in small circles. The other two guys drew closer, each rubbing their free hands over her thighs and crotch, tugging on her pubes, pushing fingers into her when they got the chance. 

I was freaking out; with both worry and arousal. But I couldn't help but come. Mrs.Merc sensed it, jerked me fast and expertly, also cupping my balls. I groaned loudly, bucked, shot a copious amount of cum over the ground.

Lucy saw, gasped "Oh hell, oh God. . ."

Then she pulled away from the reaching probing hands; not in any sudden realisation of inhibition but in order to get herself off. She looked down at the three guys, barked orders - "Cum for me. Cum on my legs,. Please! Now!"

She glanced at me, then lost control, attacking her raw cunt. I wondered about her demands on the guys; she deliberately thrust her long smooth, toned legs down and they, starting with the oversized-cock guy, began to shot strings of white cum onto her smooth tanned flesh. She seemed to love it, almost screaming as the spunk landed and I made a mental note to investigate this kink at a later date. 

It only took moments but seemed an age as everyone hit a climax. Richard shot his load right up Chloe, pinning her against the 4x4 as he came hard. 

All spent, there were incredibly polite thank-yous swapped around as mopping up took place.

Lucy was still shaking when everyone melted away into the creeping dusk and on our way back to town could hardly speak to Chloe and Richard save to say she was a bit shell-shocked by the sexiness of the whole thing.

She wasn't the only one. I'll long remember that hot summers evening for our introduction to something I'd not ever considered as sexy. Richard and Chloe got a couple of converts. They stay a few hundred miles from us unfortunately and we haven't been brave enough to repeat the experience ourselves. But we keep in touch through the net and Richard has invited us to go on a long-weekend trip to the south of France with them next month where he claims there is some interesting action to be had.

That event opened a few borders in our relationship and Lucy and I had an unforgettable summer holiday abroad after it which I'll write about soon. If we decide to go the trip with Richard and Chloe I guess I'll put that to 'paper' as well, depending on if we're brave enough.

Anyway, thanks for reading. Hope you enjoyed this early-summer memoir; thanks too for any kind votes and messages. Cheers.



Dogging



"OOOHHHH FUCK I'm CUUUUMMMMMING!" He groaned as she continued to bob up and down on his cock. Her hand was wrapped tightly around him and she was stroking it vigorously as she sucked.

I had the video camera filming the event; she squinted slightly as his load of cum shot into her mouth and throat.

She slowed down as his load continued to empty into her mouth. His body relaxed back into the car seat when he was done and she pulled off his cock.

A string of his cum stretched from her lip to the head of his cock until it finally snapped and she turned in her car seat to the next guy waiting at her open car door.

He was stroking his cock in anticipation of her mouth.

She wrapped her hand around his cock and opened her mouth. She leaned in and sucked it between her lips.

I walked to the other side of the car to get a better angle and view of the action.

The guy who had been sitting in the driver's seat left and someone else sat down. He leaned across the seat, wrapped his hands around her body, and began massaging her tits through her thin blouse. He was pinching and rolling her hard nipples as she continued to suck and stroke the guy standing next to her.

I scanned the camera around the car and into the darkness. There were now six guys standing around either with their cocks out stroking them or rubbing themselves through their jeans waiting for their turn to have the hot babe suck their cock.

I panned back to her as the guy who was rubbing her tits pulled her blouse open busting the buttons off. Her big tits fell into view and were illuminated by the light from the video camera. He then moved his hands back to her naked tits and rolled them in his hands.

"OOOOOOOOOOO" He moaned as he shot his load into her mouth.

I could see her throat working hard to swallow his big load. Some of his cum dribbled from the corner of her mouth.

She let go of his cock and turned in her seat again to the guy who had been massaging her tits.

She got on her knees in the passenger seat so she could get to his cock.

Another guy stepped to the passenger door with his cock in his hand.

She grabbed the new guys cock and sucked it into her open mouth.

I stayed where I was because I knew the guy in the door was not going to wait for his turn.

She was wearing a very tight pair of short shorts. The shorts had slid into her pussy leaving a prolific outline of her lips. There was a small wet spot on them where her excitement was dripping from her pussy.

He saw this and took his hand and began rubbing her pussy through her shorts. Her firm round ass looked absolutely fucking hot.

The pressure on her pussy forced the shorts further into her pussy and the wet spot grew.

As I expected he did not wait.

He grabbed the waistband of her shorts and jerked them down until they pooled at her knees in the car seat.

She started to turn around but he was not going to let that happen. He grabbed her hips to keep her firmly in her place. The guy whose cock was being sucked helped his friend by holding her head in place on his cock.

"MMMMMMMMM" was the only protest she could mutter.

He guided his cock to her pussy and leaned forward.

I zoomed the camera in on her pussy as his cock split open her glistening wet lips. He then thrust forward sinking fully into her pussy.

"MMMMMMMMMM" again she moaned as she sucked on the cock in her mouth.

I moved to the front of the car to get a shot through the windshield as she sucked one cock and the other fucked her pussy. The dome light in the car was burning brightly so I was able to get a good shot. I zoomed in and out to get close-ups of her.

I then panned to the line of guys who seemed to have moved to the passenger side of the car. All of them apparently would rather fuck her than be sucked by her.

"FUCK YESSSSSS!" He moaned as he stroked in and out of her pussy.

He threw his head back and moaned as he shot his load into her pussy. I moved over to the passenger side again and zoomed in as he withdrew from her pussy. His cum was oozing from her pussy.

He backed away and the next guy, cock in hand guided his dick to her juicy pussy.

He leaned in and easily slid all the way inside her.

I heard a moan from inside the car as the guy getting his cock sucked held her head on his cock and shot his load in her mouth. 

He let go of her head and she pulled off his cock.

He got out of the car as the guy behind her continued to pound her pussy. I moved back to the front of the car.

I got a great shot of her big tits swinging below her body as another guy got in the driver's seat.

She was now so lost in the act of sucking and fucking that she willingly grabbed his cock and sucked it into her mouth.

"Here it comes baby!" The guy fucking her said.

I moved over there again and got his cock pulling out of her.

Her pussy was now gaping open and cum was spilling from it.

The next guy walked up and slapped her ass saying, "Get ready slut. Here it comes."

He unfastened his pants and they dropped to his ankles.

He pulled out the biggest cock I had ever seen. He had to be at least eleven inches long and very thick.

He guided this monster to her pussy and immediately sunk fully into her.

"OHHHH FUCK!" I heard her muffled scream as he impaled her on his dick.

I zoomed in as he slowly pulled his cock from her pussy. He was also pulling the already deposited cum from her and it was dripping onto her shorts still pooled at her knees. His cock was glistening in the camera light from her wet pussy. He withdrew until only the large head of his cock was still in her and then quickly plunged back in until his groin slapped against her ass. The slap of skin meeting resounded through the darkness.

"MMMMMMMMMM" she moaned again against the cock in her mouth.

I kept the camera glued to her pussy lips stretched tight around the fat cock inside her.

He pulled out again dragging cum from her pussy. This time he slid back in and began pounding her pussy.

"FUCK!" the guy inside moaned as he held her head on his cock. His cum dribbled from her mouth and onto his groin and cock as he unloaded in her mouth.

He let go of her head and she pulled off quickly.

"My GAWD!" She nearly screamed as her assailant continued to fuck her hard and fast. His skin was slapping against her ass with each thrust.

Another guy crawled into the driver's seat and grabbed her head pulling her toward his hard cock.

She wrapped a hand around it and opened her mouth.

Each stroke of the big cock caused her to grunt on the new cock in her mouth.

"MMM....MMM...MMM...MMM" she moaned between thrusts.

"OHHH FUCK YESSSSSS! He moaned. "HERE IT COMES BITCH!" 

His big cock buried in her womb as he emptied into her.

She pulled off the cock in her mouth and screamed, "OH FUCK!"

He finished shooting his cum in her pussy and began to withdraw.

I zoomed in as inch by inch he pulled out. Cum was gushing from her pussy, running down her thighs, and dripping onto her shorts.

He pulled out and I zoomed in on her cum filled pussy. Her pussy was gaping wide open.

The next guy stepped up and looked at me, "How in the fuck do you follow that? Look at her pussy. It is stretched out. I need a two by four strapped to my skinny ass to fuck this whore."

He grabbed his cock and guided it to her pussy. 

The incredible elasticity of a pussy was working. As he slipped inside her open pussy, her lips began to suck around his cock.

"Damn this bitch has a slippery cunt." He said as he began slipping in and out of her.

Another guy sat in the driver's seat and she immediately sucked his cock into her mouth.

The guy fucking her said, "Put that camera here," pointing at her brown little rosebud between her smooth white cheeks.

He pulled out of her with his cock dripping with cum.

He grabbed the base of his cock and pushed it against her rectum and his slick cock popped inside her ass.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM" She screamed on the other guys cock as he held her head down and on him.

She was squirming to get away from the invasion of her ass but he was going to have none of that. He smacked her ass hard and grabbed hold of her hips and leaned further into her tight ass.

"Damn I think this slut has a virgin ass." He said.

He leaned into her more and more with her continuing to scream on the other guys cock.

I kept the camera on his cock as he now was completely inside her ass. He held it there letting her stop squirming and groaning.

He then withdrew and left just the head in her ass. "I had to find a tight hole to fuck her in. Her pussy is too loose and sloppy for my tiny dick." He laughed and pushed back inside her.

This time she did not complain as bad as the first. She was apparently getting used to it now and maybe she was even enjoying it some.

I looked back and there were still three guys in line to fuck her. Two of them were ones who had just had their dick sucked by her. They seemed to be rotating back and forth. First a suck and then a fuck.

"OHHHH FUCK!" The guy fucking her ass moaned. He buried his cock in her ass and let his load spill inside her sweet ass.

He pulled out and her anus was gaping open. You could see right down inside her ass. As I was filming, the sphincter muscles contracted and closed her gaping hole.

"Well she's not an anal virgin now." He said smiling into the camera.

Watching her ass, I did not even see the guy in the car shoot his load.

The next guy grabbed her ass and said, "Come here you little slut."

He pulled on her hips as she backed out of the car. Her shorts fell to her ankles as she stood up.

I trained the camera on her. Her nipples were rock hard and red from being twisted and mauled. She had cum in her hair. She had cum running down the inside of her thighs as it escaped from her pussy and I assume now her ass.

"Come over her bitch." The guy guided her.

She stepped out of her shorts and another guy pulled her ripped shirt off her shoulders. She was naked with the exception of her sandals.

He guided her to the hood of the car and laid her back on it. Her legs were spread open and he grabbed his cock and guided it toward her cum laden pussy.

She laid her head back on the hood as two guys stepped up on each side. Her big tits were lying against her chest and to the side as they each grabbed one and began pinching and rolling her nipples. She winced slightly as they did. I was certain her nipples had to be getting a little tender at this point.

The guy fucking her was pumping in and out at a heated pace as I walked around behind him to get a shot over his shoulder at her being fucked and her tits bounding up and down with a guy on each.

The guy fucking her did not last long. 

"Fuck bitch I'm cumming!" he said to her and pushed into her releasing his load.

He pulled out and the angle her pussy was on the cum rolled right back out and onto the ground.

I scanned around and everyone either had dissipated into the darkness or was watching with soft cocks in their pants.

I then noticed that my cock was rock hard and my underwear was nearly soaked from the pre-cum that had apparently been on a steady stream coming from it.

She laid like a limp rag against the hood of the car.

I ran the camera up and down her naked, used body and then shut it off and turned to go back to my car.

As I was walking back I heard, "Get off my car slut, I have got to go."

I got to my car and got inside. I pulled my cock out of my pants and turned the camera on again.

I began watching the video from the start on the small LCD screen. I instinctively began stroking my cock. I had to have some relief from the pain I was now in from being hard for so long.

I had watched about five minutes of the video when I noticed in the darkness someone fucking her again. She was bent over a park bench and he was slamming in and out of her pussy.

Just then, a car pulled up and the lights lit up the area. A guy got out of the car and walked to the other side of the bench. He pulled out his cock and shoved it into her face. I saw his cock disappear into her mouth as she sucked him.

I watching thinking "damn how long and how many guys can she do this with before being completely fucked out?"

The guy fucking her apparently lost his load inside her and backed away. The guy getting his cock sucked pulled away from her mouth and got behind her. I then noticed that he also had a very large cock.

He lined up and then shoved his cock into her. I heard her moan as he entered her. He pumped in and out of her pussy and her big tits were swaying beneath her tired body.

I paused the video and stroked my cock watching the real thing.

She was moaning now with each stroke of his cock. 

"OHHHHHHH MY GAWD!" She screamed as she bent further over the bench, nearly bent double as he continued to pound her. I could see she was shuddering with an orgasm.

"FUCK ME!" He yelled as he threw his head back and pulled his cock from her pussy. He stroked it a few times and his load was so massive that I could see it as he sprayed it onto her back and ass.

When he was done, he pulled out, tucked his cock back in his pants and walked back to his car.

When he left, she turned and sat on the bench, naked. The headlights illuminated her spent but sexy body.

His car pulled away and left her sitting there in the dark.

I un-paused the video and began watching again stroking my hard cock.

I was to the point in the video where the first big cock was fucking her when suddenly the dome light came on and the door opened.

Robin my wife got in the car. She was naked with the exception of her shorts that she had put back on. She reeked of cum and sex.

She looked at me stroking my cock and watching the video.

She leaned over the console and took my cock. She stroked it a few times and then sucked me into her mouth.

She sucked me hard and I quickly shot my load into her mouth.

She wiped my cum from her chin and sat back up.

"Honey, thank you for the best birthday present I have ever received." She said to me. 

"You are very welcome." I replied as I turned off the camera and started the car.

She leaned back in her seat and dozed off as I drove home.

It was about an hour drive home. I pulled into the garage and walked around to open her door. She woke up when the door opened. She got out of the car and kissed me on the cheek. She walked into the house as I grabbed the camera.

She walked straight down the hall and to our bedroom. I then heard the shower water turn on.

I could not wait to see the video on the big screen.

I put it in the DVD player and hit the play button.

As I watched I got another hard on and was getting very horny. I knew that Robin was wore out and would not be up for another romp.

I had watched about ten minutes of it when I felt her sit down on the couch next to me. Her hair was wet and she was wrapped in a silk robe. She smelled fresh and clean again.

She sat there watching the video not saying a word.

Then suddenly she asked, "How could you stand to watch that going on? I don't think I could stand to watch you fucking other women."

"I thought you were absolutely gorgeous and I knew it would be a birthday you would never forget."

"You have the never forget part right."

I then felt her hand on my cock. We were to the part again where the guy with the huge cock was fucking her.

"He had to feel good in your pussy."

"Don't get all self conscious on me but, yes, I have never had a cock that size in me. It was a wonderful experience."

She then stood up and let her robe fall off her shoulders to the floor. She stood in front of me naked. Her tits were still red and her pussy lips looked swollen.

"You don't have to do this right now." I told her.

"Oh, but I want to."

She turned around and bent over the coffee table with her hands on it.

Her pussy and ass was right in front of me.

I stood up and took my pants off. My cock was raging hard.

She watched the video, as I got ready to fuck her.

I grabbed the base of my cock and slipped it between her swollen pussy lips.

I leaned forward and sunk into her pussy. She had apparently douched as her pussy was now as I normally knew it to be. Slick and wet but not soaked.

I watched the video also as I pumped in and out of her.

I was ready to cum in her when we reached the end of the video. I moaned and released my load in her pussy where so many other men had just deposited their loads.

I was surprised to see my cock still hard inside her so I pulled it out with cum on it and placed the head of my cock against her asshole.

She jumped slightly and said, "Yes, do it."

I had never fucked her ass before so I pushed gently forward until my cock head popped inside her rectum.

"OHHHH FUCK." She moaned.

"You OK?"

"Yesssss just fuck my ass."

I pushed further in until I was now buried in her.

I grabbed her smooth silky white cheeks and pumped in and out of her. She moaned with each thrust.

The pure excitement of fucking her ass made me come quicker than I wanted to. I was afraid this was a once in a lifetime event and I would never get the chance again.

"OHHHH MY GAWD!" I groaned as her ass locked on my cock like a vice.

I came harder than I have ever remembered in my life.

I pulled out of her ass. Her rectum was gaping open and again as I watched it snapped shut again.

She stood up with cum running down her leg and said, "I guess I need to shower again now."

She kissed me, grabbed her robe, and went back down the hall.

I looked at the TV and there was just snow on it as the video had finished playing.

I ejected the disc and turned off the player and the TV. I turned off the lights and went down the hall.

She apparently just rinsed off and was getting into bed.

I took the rest of my clothes off and crawled in beside her. She snuggled up against me.

"Do you like getting fucked in your ass?"

"Yes."

"Doesn't it hurt?"

"At first."

"Then it is good?"

"Very good."

"So we can do that again?"

"I hope we do."

She looked up and we kissed again.

"Thank-You for a great birthday."

"Your welcome."

"How am I ever going to top this for your birthday?"

"I'm sure you will think of something. You always do."

I then heard her soft little snore as she fell asleep.



Dogging by Moonlight



Chapter 1

My wife, Anna, and I are reasonably adventurous with our sexual activities. Anna isn't keen on anal but, apart from that, we have always enjoyed a varied sex life including a little light bondage, weaving fantasy into our love-making and sex in the open air.

The light bondage usually involved my being tied and blindfolded, the fantasy usually centred around Anna being shagged by a stranger (or strangers) and, for our open air sex, we always ensured we were unlikely to be discovered – but this story took our sexual activity to a new level!

On a warm and sultry evening last summer we just couldn't get cool in the house, so we decided to take a walk on one of our favourite trails. It's not something we'd done before – there's no lighting and the trail's rough and uneven – but on this night there was one of those moons which cast a really strong light, so we decided to go for it.

A few miles along the trail is a picnic area, simple tables with benches to either side, in an area which is shielded from the trail by some dense bushes and we sat there for a while just enjoying the cooler air when I suggested to Anna that we could take advantage of this quiet spot for a little illicit lovemaking.

She readily agreed but then surprised me, pushing me down onto one of the benches and, with a slight smile, slowly unbuttoning her light blouse, all the time looking into my eyes, knowing the effect this always has on me. Finishing the unbuttoning, she left the blouse open, showing just a little of her bra-less breasts, before slipping out of her skirt to show that she wore no panties.

Our past public love-making had always been hurried, and certainly only undressed to the minimum, so this was a whole new ballgame (pardon the pun) and it was now my turn. I got up and pushed her down onto the bench, stood in front of her, eased out of my T-shirt and slid my cut-off jeans past my huge hard-on with some difficulty, leaving me in a brief pair of jockey shorts.

My hands were now brushed aside and Anna quickly removed the jockeys, slid back my tightened foreskin then slid her expert fingers down my shaft and around my balls. We both shave down there regularly so the feel of her cool fingers on my hot smooth sack was just perfect and got me panting for it. 

Anna's never been keen on giving a full blowjob, she'd do it for me if I asked but, hey, there's so much else that she's up for so why should I – I'd know she'd be doing it for me and that would be a real turn-off. Other than that, though, she has a magic tongue and, just when I think my hard-on is at its max, her expert work can get me near to bursting and, on that night, she excelled herself – running her tongue around my cock and getting me close to orgasm so quickly that I thought I'd blow my load too soon!

While she was sucking me off, my eyes flitted between the sight of her mouth working on my cock and those beautiful big breasts swinging as she moved and I just had to have her. I offered my hands to lift her to her feet and swiftly removed the blouse to enjoy the erotic sight of Anna naked in public and what a sight! Her shaved pussy was bulging so much that her lips were escaping and her breasts were creamy white with sumptuous nipples - hard, prominent and ringed by the their wide aureoles.

I turned her so she had her back to me, slid my hands under her breasts, and then slid them upwards to cup them and play with her rigid nipples. Then, I pushed her gently forward and down until she was lying across one of the tables with her breasts pressed against the cool wood and her pussy offered to me at just the right height for me to be able to enter her while standing but, first things first, a few of my fingers slid easily into her soaking pussy and I licked the rich juices and then repeated the process, offering a taste to Anna, who eagerly lapped them up.

Much as we were enjoying this foreplay, neither of us could wait any longer and I positioned my rigid cock at Anna's pussy lips and slid it smoothly into the depths. After two kids, her pussy isn't as tight as some but that's a real turn on for me, being able to enjoy the feel of my cock in there, and the way she's able to flex her muscles to grip my cock is better than any tight pussy. I kept a steady pace, drawing my cock almost out of the pussy before driving it home again, not speeding up too much, enjoying the sweet sensation of being just short of orgasm for as long as possible.

A real turn-on when we've had sex in public is the fact that Anna, who's usually very vocal, has to try to keep quiet – and it gives me a perverse pleasure to do all that I can to make this job difficult for her! This time, given our nakedness and the way it had raised our sexual desire, her task seemed all the more difficult and it was while I was enjoying this – and the sight of her smooth body wriggling in front of me – that I sensed a movement in the undergrowth to our side. You know? The feeling that you're fairly sure you've seen something – but ... have you?

I knew that, if I mentioned what I may have seen, Anna would be out of there and covered up in seconds and, call me selfish if you like, but I had no intentions of calling a halt to the proceedings and, in any case, voyeurism – either being the watcher or the watched – had always appealed to me. So, I continued driving my cock deep into Anna's pussy, which was now soaking with juices, and keeping a watch for more movement out of the corner of my eye. Further movement and a glimpse of a shadowy face confirmed my suspicions and I thought I'd give the voyeur even more to look at by pulling Anna up so that she was resting on her hands – allowing a view of her swinging 38Cs – and by angling us slightly so that a better view could be had of my cock's action in and out of the depths.

This couldn't continue for much longer. My self-control was wavering and the thrusts becoming quicker, Anna's groans were becoming more urgent and I could feel a shattering climax building. She thrust back against me, trying to drive me as far into her as possible, I fought to keep a smooth rhythm while sliding in and out and then we reached a crashing simultaneous orgasm which pulsed through our bodies in wave after wave before Anna slumped against the table, utterly spent and I slid from her pussy, which dripped cum from its delicious lips.

Was there really someone there? Whatever, it certainly made me feel even hotter on a hot night to think we were being watched – and it confirmed for me that I really did have no qualms about performing for an audience.



Chapter 2

For the best part of a week I thought about that night and still couldn't be sure whether I'd seen anyone and, more importantly, couldn't decide whether to mention it to Anna. I was torn between a need to share what I saw as an erotic experience and the fear that she would decide that the possibility of being watched should put a stop to that particular aspect of our lovemaking.

Finally, I had to know her feelings regardless of the risk so, while lying with her kissing and cuddling before a sex session, I asked her whether she'd noticed anything unusual about that session – apart from the obvious, that we'd been stark naked in public – and, true to form, she turned the question back at me and asked me why I was asking.

In for a penny, I had to plough on now, so I told her what I'd thought I'd seen and, with a slight smile she revealed that she'd noticed the guy straight away, had an initial panic and then found herself turned on by the thought. It seemed that her increased passion on that night wasn't entirely due to the time and the place – but also the thought of being watched!

This revelation seemed to really spice up the session that followed – it's always good but it seemed just that little better – more abandoned, more lustful, just hotter and, lying with me while we recovered from our efforts, Anna continued expressing her thoughts on the voyeur.

It seemed she had been giving the subject as much thought as I had and, while my concern had been the negative effect it may have on our love life, she was thinking about a repeat performance. We both, though, quickly came to the same conclusion – that there was a big element of chance that we wouldn't be there at the right time and, in any case, Anna had a plan which gave me an instant hard-on – she wanted to offer herself as bait to see just how far the voyeur would reveal himself. She had planned it in great detail, wanting to put herself in a position to show the guy that she wanted him to see more!

That we then lay there and set the scene in great detail sounds a little boring – but I can assure you that just talking it through was a turn-on and resulted in a resumption of our lovemaking. Anna had decided that she would be tied, naked of course, on top of one of the picnic tables, arms pulled back to accentuate her gorgeous breasts and legs tied to the table legs to spread them and give a good view of her shaved pussy. She also wanted to be blindfolded to accentuate the sense that she was helpless and gagged to give the idea that she couldn't cry for help. I would be nearby, hidden from view and filming any action but, my only concern, I needed to know when she wanted to call a halt. I needn't have worried about her plan – she planned to say 'stop' via her earpiece hidden under her hair.

It was a while before we could put the plan into action but eventually we headed down the trail to the picnic area and found a table which looked just right – well hidden from the path, near the bushes where we'd spotted the guy last time and close to an embankment where I could watch the proceedings. Anna stripped and sprawled on the table looking so hot that it was only the thought of what we planned that stopped me shagging her on the spot! I tied her to the table legs, masked and gagged her, making sure I could hear her through the gag and moved to my vantage point.

I don't know what our guy would think of the sight, but it certainly got me hot and, I confess, I took out my rigid cock which was already beaded with pre-cum and, for a while, it looked like I was the only one likely to enjoy the sight – because there was nothing happening until, opposite my spot, I saw a guy in dark clothes just standing, eyes riveted on Anna's prone body. He did nothing, just stood there, and I could only think that he was either intending to do nothing more, or he was just making sure that Anna wasn't expecting company!

Finally, he moved into the open, approached Anna and walked around her, drinking in the sight of her gorgeous breasts, nipples hardened by a mixture of lust and the chill of the night, and her plump fanny, shaved to a silky smoothness with lips protruding and moist. He spoke, asking who she was waiting for but Anna, as we'd agreed, said nothing and just lay there, submissive and pliant and he seemed unsure what to do next, then got on his phone and had a hurried conversation. This concerned me in case the situation got out of control but I knew Anna must have heard more than me – and she made no attempt to talk to call it off.

Suddenly, he reached out a hand and slid it gently across Anna's breast, maybe to see what she'd do, but Anna just tensed slightly and he seemed to realise that she was there to be used and massaged her breasts, squeezing the nipples between his fingers and then leaning forward to suck on one nipple while he continued to play with the other. 

He spoke again, asking what she was up for in what was a very personal version of dogging but, still getting no response, he seemed to realise that Anna wouldn't speak and that he was free to use her as he wished – and that it was up to him to discover just how far he would be allowed to go. I saw him slide his shorts down and take out a cock which had a few inches on mine. He slid the gag from Anna's mouth, pulled her head to face him and tentatively offered the head of his cock to her lips, finding her ready and waiting, immediately opening her mouth and swallowing more of his cock with one movement than I would have thought possible.

With a mixture of movement from Anna, as far as her position would allow, and thrusting from our guy his huge thick rod slid in and out of Anna's mouth and it was obvious from his reaction that her tongue was working its magic as I knew it could. I could hear his grunting through the earpiece and the slurping as Anna worked at his cock then, just as I was wondering how she was going to call a halt to the action before he came, he began to jerk forward and I realised that she had no intention of stopping and had let him shoot his load into her mouth and swallowed it with obvious relish, licking her lips and sucking every last drop of cum from his throbbing cock – something she had never done for me!

I was so into what was going on that I didn't see the other two guys at first. They'd moved silently to the edge of the clearing and were watching the blow job then, after Anna had cleaned up her guy's cock, they came forward and stood gazing at her, clearly thinking that all of their birthdays had come at once! When the first of the newbies began to stroke her pussy I knew, or thought I did, that Anna's signal must come as soon as she senses what he had in mind– because he was clearly intent on much more than a blow job – but, as he began to slide his fingers into the moist depths there was no move on her part to stop the proceedings and, instead, she began to squirm, clearly relishing the attention her pussy was getting.

This guy then stepped back and swiftly removed his shirt and shorts, revealing a cock which put his mate's to shame, and, without any thought of foreplay, slammed his cock into Anna's pussy, burying its full length deep inside her, a rough shag which had her reacting so loudly that I could hear her frenzied reaction across the clearing where I was having difficulty holding the camcorder steady! He pulled out, seemingly within seconds and I could see the cum dripping from her pussy onto the ground.

The final guy was stripped and ready and had been wanking slowly to get a hard-on, though it looked to me as if that was hardly necessary – his cock looked as hard as rock, not as thick as the other guys' – but a good inch longer. He moved forward and, spitting on his thumb, started to play with Anna's puckered anus, while using his fingers to tease her clit and play with the pussy lips – which were engorged and soaked. Then, he moved forward and positioned his cock at Anna's moistened anus. This, I thought, is when she must call a halt – because she has no interest in anal sex – tried it, didn't like it, plenty else to enjoy instead was always her view.

It was obvious, though; that the events of the night had her in such a state of frenzy that she was up for anything. She moved her hips towards him, as if to encourage him on and he needed no more invitation, smoothly sliding his cock in, more gently than the last guy, but driving it balls deep - something that I'd never tried nor hoped to - and with a deep grunt, accompanied by an even more frenzied shout from Anna, he poured his cum deep into her arse, then walked calmly round to her head and offered his cock for cleaning – which Anna did without hesitation and with obvious relish.

They were obviously used to dogging and taking women without foreplay or any thought of them afterwards, because they simply dressed and left as quietly as they'd arrived – leaving Anna spent, with cum dripping from her pussy and arse and me with a massive hard-on, a video to die for and some thoughts on what I would expect from Anna at our next session. 



Dogging Comes To America



My wife, Jan, laughed and shook her head. She was reading an article in a magazine she had. I asked her what was so funny. She told me all about the story. It was about the dogging craze that was erupting all over Europe, especially in the Netherlands and England. I looked over he shoulder and read a few excerpts. It was not graphic language naturally but there was little doubt about what the story entailed. "Can you believe these wives going out to park in some deserted place so they can have sex with strangers?"

I thought about my own past of years before when I was a single male traveling around the country. I was never in one place long enough to meet the nice girls. I also went into the army at fifteen and my formative years were spent learning how to kill other human beings. For sex I found it expedient to visit adult bookstores and adult movies where guy always gave me a blow job. I actually earned a little cash this way. One night I sucked my first cock and from then on I was hooked. For several years this was my sex life, getting sucked and sucking other men's cocks. I told Jan that I could believe it. A couple of years before Jan and I had a confessional.

I told her all about my glory hole life and she told me all about the guy's that she had sucked. She had been pretty much of a young slut. She sucked her first cock and it was the start of her cock sucking years for her. By the time she was twenty five she had sucked the cocks of over a hundred men. She had let a few fuck her but what she said she really got off on was when a man would cum in her mouth. These days she only swallowed my cum and she did this several times a day when we fucked, which was often. Naturally I was not as young as I once was and the amount of sperm that I ejaculated was smaller, but Jan said that it was sweet and she loved it.

That story ended up being the source for many fantasies between us while we fucked. Jan even though she is touching on fifty she is still as tight as can be. Her men that she had fucked all were pretty small. She would let the guy's with the large cocks know that she would only fuck small cocks. She did such though and she could deep throat a cock like crazy. Mine is just a little over seven inches and pretty thick but she told me of some of the cocks she sucked and they were huge. She also said that she liked to feel the larger thicker cocks.

I told her that I felt pretty much the same. If a guy had a small cock I really wasn't interested but when presented with a large cock I usually went all the way down on it and. Like Jan, I would let the cock shoot into my mouth while I held it a scant inch away. I loved the taste of cum like Jan. I told her that most men's cum was pretty bitter but that it still tasted like cum. In our discussions over the years we both agreed that older men's cum tasted better and that real young boys, eighteen years or more tasted even better. After that their cum was pretty sour till they got older.

Once several months before Jan and I were at a bar. I had went to the bathroom to take a piss and while there I saw the cock on the guy next to me at the urinal. He was huge. he had caught me looking at it ans it started to get hard. We got to talking and he said that only men could really deep throat him. I felt like bragging on Jan and I told him that my wife could do it. I then told his that I had never seen it but that she had said that she could swallow some pretty large cocks. After I got back to our booth, the guy came around to chat. I think that he wanted to see my wife. I had told Jan that he had a large cock and she smiled at me. "Do you think I could suck it for him?"

To make a long story short, the other guy Jim, was sitting across the table from us. The conversation had gotten to where Jan had my cock out and Jim had his out also although I couldn't see it. At one point Jan bent low on the seat and felt across to Jim's cock. "Oh Russ he does have a large one...here honey feel it." I got a little red faced and told her that I had felt of it at the urinal just before another guy came in. Jan looked around and since we were in the back of the bar, it was also dark there, and no one was around Jan looked at me and said, "Sorry Russ but I have to do this." She then went under the table for about a minute in which I saw Jim get a big smile on his face and then tense up and get very red in his face. It was perhaps the fastest blow job in history.

After Jan was back up and she looked at me smiling. Jim had to go to the restroom again to clean up. Jan looked at me and kissed me as soon as he left. She had a wad of cum in her mouth and said that it was fitting that she shared his cum with me. "It tasted so good when he first started shooting in my mouth that I saved this for you," she said. That time was about three months before we read the article and we still talked about it. Jan was amazed at her self for doing it and I was more than amazed. The thing was that we talked more and more about it. The article was just icing on the cake.

That night as we fucked and I had my cock in her I asked her if she would like to suck Jim's cock while I fucked her. She came the best she ever did with me. We began to talk more and more about dogging and she said that it should come to America. I told her that it had years before but it just was having sex with strangers and didn't have a label then. I was the one that asked her if she would like to have some anonymous sex with strangers. She countered by asking me I would like to suck a few cocks. We both laughed. Jan and I had just decided to dogg some.

A few nights later we dressed to go out. I guess I should say that we undressed to go out. Jan wore a wrap around with no panties or bra under it. It had one sash that went across the front. If she undid this sash then she could open the dress and show her entire nakedness. Jam gave me a preview of what she would do and I got hard instantly. Jan had a dark bush, that I loved. Most men wanted their wives to shave but not me. I wore a pair lo low cut jeans with no shorts on. It made my cock outline stand out larger than it was.

There was a perk on the edge of down town, well away from, skid row. I remembered it from my cruising days. I told Jan to wait in area where it was secluded by large bushes just on the side of the bath room. I went inside and wasn't at all out of place. It had been several years since I had been in there but I swear that it was like yesterday. There was a man at the long urinal and he was fisting a nice sized cock. I looked at it and he sided over to me. I reached out and felt it and he did the same to me. I told him that my wife was outside waiting. At first he seemed nervous but followed me out. It was dark so we didn't even put our cocks away. That's the picture that Jan saw when we approached her. Two men with their cocks sticking from the front of their pants. I took Jan in my arms and kissed her as she reached out and felt my cock and his at the same time. I could hear her sigh deeply.

I got beside her and undid the sash and opened her front to his eyes. When he saw my naked wife there I swear his cock got larger. Jan and I were kissing as I did this. Jan unbuckled his belt and the man did the rest as his pants fell down to his hips. I took Jan's hand off mt cock and whispered that she should get a good feel. She hefted his balls with the freed hand and leaned toward him. I don;t know if she did that on purpose but the guy thought that she wanted to kiss him and mashed his lips to hers. They locked in a passionate embrace while she felt all over his cock and balls. I went down and took his cock in my mouth while Jan felt him. I heard her moan in his mouth. Then I heard her whisper something to him and then she was there next to me bent over his crotch. I let his cock out of my mouth and she took it right away and sucked it in.

For the next few minutes Jan and I swapped the man's cock and forth. I would suck and lick his balls while she took his cock deep in her throat. Then she would do the same while I would suck him in. The man began to fuck into out mouths faster and we knew that he was going to cum. I had to push him away from face fucking Jan . I didn't want his shooting down her throat where she couldn't get a taste. I had to forcefully hold his cock away from her mouth as Jan opened and stuck her tongue out. I swear that the guy had the largest load I had ever seen . I saw the thick rope of sperm shoot and land in the back of Jan's mouth. She took the wad of cum and swallowed it. While she was doing this he shot another wad. I took this one. We did this back and forth till his cum just bubbled from his cock head. She licked it down as soon as it would fill where I had my fingers wrapped around the head. They acted like the sides to a pool and it kept filling up with sperm. Jan and I slurped the cum up like it was ambrosia. In a way it was. It still tasted like cum but it had a sweet after taste to it.

It seemed like forever we were down eating his cum but it was actually like five minutes before we had all his cum licked up. Jan straightened up and kissed the man with her sperm coated mouth. I was in a sexual heat as was my wife. We were still agitated from sucking our first cock together. 

I whispered in Jan's ear as she kissed him, "Do you want his cock in your cunt Jan...do you want his to fuck you?" Jan looked side ways at me and nodded her head as she kissed him. She broke away from kissing him and the first thing she asked was how we should do it. I gently pushed the man up against the side of the building and told Jan to back up to him. The man had already lifted the back of her dress up. 

I reached between her legs and grabbed his cock and rubbed it in Jan's cunt hair. her slit was wet and when I started to rub his cock in her slit it slipped in. He drove it in her as best he could. Jan spread her legs wide and she fucked back at him. I dropped to my knees and masked my mouth to her cunt with his cock fucking into her. Jan turned her head town him and they kissed while he fucked her. It only lasted a couple of minutes but I felt the cum surge through the thick tube on the underneath of his cock. He fucked her a few more strokes till he went limp and slipped out. I sucked the cock in my mouth before letting it fall and mashed my lips to my wife's sperm leaking cunt. He had shot a lot in her as I was still eating her out ten minutes later. They kissed and I could look up and see his driving his tongue in her open mouth and then her thrusting her tongue down his throat.

After we said a few quite words and the man gave us his card and begged us to call him soon. When we got to the car i looked at Jan and could see that her mouth was red and raw looking. She had kissed him so hard that she looked like a teenager on her first date. I bent across the seat and kissed her. I could still taste his sperm on her lip's. "Did you like that Russ...did you like it...can we do it again?" I kissed her and told her yes three times. I said yes that I loved it. I told her yes that we could do it more and I said yes that I was going to take her home and fuck all night long. More to come...