CHAPTER FIFTEEN

The weekend came, and she was at home on Friday night using her laptop to discuss dogging in the chat room. She had gotten into a chat with someone who claimed to be from the area, and they had informed her of a lay-by that was less than three miles from her house and was a popular gathering place for joggers.

Although she had been cautioned about con artists and urged not to accept all she was told, the man appeared to be sincere. He had just mentioned his wife's dogging experiences with her rather than making any overt advances.

She finished, shut off the laptop, and then sat still.

Her excitement was increased by the thought that there was a dogging location nearby. She glanced at her vehicle keys on the table as her heartbeat became more rapid. Standing up, she seized them.

It doesn't hurt to look, right? She paused before stepping outside.

She entered the lay-by after pulling off the road. The road was dark for miles in all directions and there was little moonlight. She slowed down as she approached the lay-by and turned on her side lights she shook with excitement as she counted first one, then two, then three automobiles parked up on the right, hidden by a clump of trees.

She made an effort to look while driving slowly passed them, but the middle car's windows were steaming. Then she noticed a man standing on the other side of the road, peering into the car. She continued and pulled out from the lay-by. As she re-joined the road, she reflected, "It is real.

When she slowed down, she hadn't even travelled a mile. I could simply observe. After turning the car around, she returned to the lay-by. She spotted the three automobiles as she gently descended once again. She slowed down even further, pulled to the side, and stopped as her heart began to race. She switched off her lights and engine.

Just walk over and observe. Don't be scared; everyone anticipates it. was the advice offered to her.

She stepped out of her car and made a hesitant approach to the parked automobiles as her legs trembled and she wasn't sure if they would be able to sustain her. The man was still standing.

He called her over with a glance in her direction.

As she sat down next to him, she peered down into the car, where a man was ferociously fucking a lady who was lying on her back.

"They are wed. She is very hot. Every other week, they visit," he said.

She fixed her gaze on them as he made an attempt. The man sitting next to her poked her.

The first time? He queried.

She nodded.

"Is it obvious?"

He laughed.

"You want action this evening? or simply observer?" He queried.

He caught her attention, but she wasn't sure how to reply. He said that like most visitors to that location, he was a regular.

Everyone is different, thus some couples want to put on a show, some like to share each other, and some simply come to watch.

She observed the man beating his wife in the car while listening.

He grinned at her and said, "It is often easier to start with a blow-job before you get confident enough to fuck someone out here."

She gave him a glance.

She questioned, "How does it work then?"

He stated that they could just go to her car and he would stand at the door if she wanted to give him the boot. They would like to watch them if she waited until the pair was through, especially since she was a novice. She looked up at him as she realized she was eager and turned on.

I wouldn't swallow, I said.

He gave a nod.

"That's alright. I didn't anticipate you doing that; not many people do. So, do you feel up to it?

She pondered.

"Let me consider it.

They kept an eye on the couple until the man eventually approached and opened fire on his wife.

Sally noticed his enormous cock when he climbed off of her, and when she turned to face his wife, she held her mouth wide so they could see his come trickle from her pussy.

He gave her a glance.

"Well? What do you think?

Even though her common sense was screaming "NO!" she opened her mouth and spoke despite her trembling.

"Okay, OK.

When he informed the couple about her, the wife appeared enthusiastic.

"Oh, wonderful—a virgin." She sobbed and quickly zipped back up her jeans.

He told Amelia to get back in her car and face the outside as she walked there.

The two of them were standing by the side of the automobile, with him at her door. He ripped open his pants and revealed a large, erect cock that was about nine inches long. As it completely stiffened, he gave it a few more strokes before giving it to her.

She bent her head and stroked her tongue around his thick shaft before slipping it into her mouth as her fingers shook as she did so. She ran her lips along his shaft and started sucking on his cock as he moaned and gripped her head. As he started to rape her mouth, he groaned and thrust his hips forward.

As he drove his long, firm cock into her mouth, she looked up at him. He smelled like poop, and while she sucked on him, she wondered how long it had been since he had taken a shower.

He drove it far down her throat, and she choked. She drew back, coughed, and regained her composure before slipping her lips back around it and continuing her attempts.

She glanced up at him after feeling him jerk. She inhaled deeply.

"Not inside my mouth!" She shrieked.

She sucked and kissed his thick cock as he nodded and continued to penetrate her mouth. He quickly drew it out, grasped it, and gave it a couple quick strokes before throwing his head back and groaning. Her face was splashed with a creamy-white glob of come when she quickly turned to gaze at his cock. As he continued to spray her with jets of come, she squinted her eyes tight.

"Ewwww." She groaned as his come smeared all over her face.

"Oh my god, absolutely. You have a hot tongue, God. You are one attractive bitch, dude. As he spent himself upon her and rubbed his cock, he sobbed. She experienced come hitting her face, neck, and her hair.

She rubbed her sticky-cum-covered eyelids before opening them. She then reached into the door pocket, pulled out a tissue, and started to wipe her face.

The couple who had been watching thought it had been fantastic and attempted to convince her right away to let the husband penetrate her. However, she had had enough and needed to go. She gently declined, saying she might return at a later date. With a "thank you," the man returned to his car and pulled away shortly after putting his cock back in his pants and zipping himself up.

They followed the couple as they fled. She was left on her alone to wash her face in the lay-by.

As she realized what she had just done, she shook. She peered in the rearview mirror and saw herself. She could see that she had a cum streak running through her hair, and her face looked awful. She was feeling terrific, though, and she was really turned on when he dubbed her a "fucking hot bitch." She sighed because she was moist as she put her hand inside her knickers and pants.

She turned on the ignition and drove home.

She exited the shower and reclined on the side of the bed while wearing a towel. She took out her notebook and pen and began to scan her list.

"Five, dogging."

In case she chose to go back for more sex, she crossed out the entry and added a little asterisk next to the words "oral" in small font.

"Done."