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Xanthe Goes Dogging
by Camilla (no address provided)

***

Out of the blue on Friday evening my girlfriend 
announced her desire to go dogging I must say I was more 
than a little surprised. (M+/F, gb, exh, dogging)

***

We'd been together for long enough to know each other 
pretty well. Or so I'd thought. We'd our own house 
although we'd no plans to get married, it didn't seem 
necessary. She was on the pill, the sex was good and 
there was plenty of it. So yes, it did come as a 
surprise to me.

"Dogging?" I asked. "Are you sure?"

It did not sound like Xanthe at all. Or look like her 
either when I stopped what I was doing and peered at 
her.

She is an attractive girl, for want of a better 
description, shapely and not at all overweight.

"Dogging?" I repeated "As in..."

"Yeah, as in!" Xanthe said.

"But... why?"

"Like the mountain climber said," she replied 
conspiratorially, "Because it's there! Besides I've been 
thinking about it for ages and now... now I want to try 
it!"

Dogging! Hell, oh hell! Did I really want to see other 
men having her. Or watch her enjoying herself sexually 
with someone who wasn't me? What if she encountered a 
man with…….with a bigger…..you know, a man who was 
better endowed than I? Would not that discovery spoil, 
ruin even, what she was getting from me?

"A lot of them would want you to... you know... have 
oral sex," I hazarded.

"Yes I know," Xanthe said.

"Anal... some would want it that way."

"Yes I know!" she said again.

"Outside, in the cold. Strangers!"

"Thats part of the attraction," Xanthe said.

"Well I am pleased to hear that!" I told her. I didn't 
know what else to say.

"I want to go tomorrow night and I want you come with 
me," she went on "Please?"

In one way I was relieved she'd asked me and hadn't 
decided to go on her own, but in another, while I was 
already resigning myself to the idea I was also worried 
that maybe I would not be able to handle it. On top of 
that there was also a bit of a dent in my pride and a 
lot of concern for her safety. And my own when I 
considered possible scenarios further.

And then there was of course the old enemy of 
relationships, the insidious black ogre called Jealousy.

"I've had a look at the local scene" she went on in a 
matter of fact, businesslike way. "On the web that is, 
not in actuality!"

She laughed dryly and grinned at me. "Do you know there 
are several good sites not too far away from here."

"Are there?"

"Yeah, Birdswood country park is very popular. Saturday 
evenings especially. C-could we go there do you think?

"I suppose we could" I said.

Xanthe peered at me thoughtfully.

"I'll get something suitable to wear from a charity shop 
in the morning. A dress and top perhaps," she said.

"Why?" I asked and realised the moment I'd asked it.

"Old clothes! Then it won't matter if they get torn or 
dirty."

"I s'pose so," I said reluctantly.

That was one of the turning points in our relationship I 
think. Before that it had been ordinary, unassuming, 
unadventurous. After that it was more extraordinary than 
I could ever have imagined.

...

In the morning, over breakfast we went over some things 
we considered important. I agreed to let her do whatever 
she wanted provided she didn't go off with anyone else 
and she agreed to let me know if she got frightened, 
hurt or worried and of course when she'd had enough. She 
told me she hoped I'd fuck her myself at some point and 
made it plain she wanted me to do it when others were 
watching. This was something I had often dreamed of but 
never expected her to actually suggest doing it for 
real.

When I told her this she became even more excited.

"We'll put on a good show!" she said which made me feel 
a bit of a fraud because whether we were being watched 
or not I would not have treated her any differently.

Declining my offer of accompanying her she took herself 
off to Oxfan soon after that, leaving me to think things 
over on my own for an hour.

Without a doubt the dress, an all in one, run of the 
mill creation which she put on to show me the moment she 
got back, made her look very vulnerable, more like an 
innocent girl than one who was doing her best to be 
slutty. In reality the material was so flimsy that it 
hid very little, being thin enough to enhance while at 
the same time doing little to obscure what lay beneath. 
Better still it was quite worn and buttoned only very 
loosely at the front so that keeping it closed over her 
eager titsfor very long would need nothing short of a 
miracle.

"They'll soon have you out of that!" I told her half 
jokingly.

"Thats the idea!"

"What are you going to wear under it?" I asked stupidly.

"Nothing!" she said.

"Nothing at all?" I asked, feeling the heat suddenly.

"Course not!" she repeated "Why would I?"

"Well I..."

Another of my fantasies was coming to life! The second 
in as many minutes. Thoughts thrilled me and made me 
stiffen. I had to move around in order to get 
comfortable. Maybe I would soon see another man fuck 
her, maybe he... she?

"I will take some spare clothes just in case" Xanthe 
told me "Couple of things anyway."

"Okay."

"Looking forward to it?"

"I am, yes. With mixed feelings" I told her sincerely.

...

She kept the Oxfan dress on for the rest of the day 
with, as she'd said, nothing else under it and I must 
say the effect on me was rather different than it would 
have been had she been entirely naked. Knowing she'd no 
knickers on was only a part of it, the fact that it 
wouldn't stay done up at the front another. It did 
something to her breasts which disturbed me but I could 
not say exactly what. They were the same tits, except I 
now saw them in a different way, with the added stimulus 
of new thoughts and new ideas enhancing them. They moved 
differently too, noticeably and more and more naturally, 
as of course they would when not confined within a bra. 
In addition the buttoned front popped open part way down 
in no time at all, more or less as I knew it would.

"You got a bargain there!" I told her gaily when a 
considerable amount of curves and cleavage came into 
view.

"I was only six quid" Xanthe told me "So what can you 
expect?"

"Well I'd expect it to stay buttoned" I said, feeling 
foolish "At least until you... you know... are ready."

"I'll be ready, don't worry!" Xanthe said "And if it is 
already unbuttoned maybe it won't get ripped!"

She said that! Actually said that! As matter-of-factly 
as could be.

Ripped was close to raped in my vocabulary so she'd have 
to be very careful. As would I, even more than her. If 
she got broken I'd have to pick up the pieces.

She fumbled with it, rebuttoned it, leaned and allowed 
her weight to shift. Thin cotton with a washed out 
flower pattern. Thin cotton, all that was between me and 
her. I suppose the garment itself was so unlike anything 
she would usually wear, so simple in material, 
construction and yet with the potential of so 
complicated an outcome.

I groped her through the dress while she stood at the 
kitchen table, hugged her, squeezed her, mauled her 
breasts. And through the thin cotton material of that 
six quid charity shop dress her body, a body which was 
normally so familiar to me suddenly felt strange, 
unknown and excitingly different.

"Want to fuck me now?" Xanthe asked in a whisper, all of 
a quiver as she pressed her hand on the front of my 
trousers.

I didn't need to answer, didn't need to say anything at 
all. I wanted to fuck her, of course I did, but I wanted 
to do several other things with her too. Most of them at 
the same time, seemingly.

I turned her, arranged her, willingly and eagerly, made 
her lean forwards, away from me across the table.

"Do it that way!" she urged "Go on, like I am leaning 
over the front of a car."

The skirt part of the dress was loose and voluminous but 
still no less flimsy than it was elsewhere, the cotton 
as thin as a condom; I might have fucked her straight 
through it. Instead I lifted it and threw it, ragged 
hemmed high up onto her shoulders and back.

Xanthe thrust her crotch at me, ripe and ready and 
perfectly revealingly.

She has lovely lips so I fondled and tugged them, a 
beautiful arse to I stroked and patted it. Other men 
would be enjoying her soon I knew, if she got her way, 
if everything went all right. Strangers fucking her, 
using her body, making her yell and gasp and... and 
making her cum.

She'd a contented sigh for me when I first entered, 
trying to stay calm and thoughtful, trying not to rush. 
Overflowingly wet she accepted me entirely, her weight 
shifting, rebalancing as my length slid lovingly into 
her.

"Slowly!" she murmured when I began to pump "Go slowly! 
There's no need to rush!"

Feeling more aroused than I had been for a very long 
time I withdrew a little and studied the site. The 
smooth shapes of cock in cunt are some of the most 
erotic in the whole universe, don't you agree? Curves 
and creases, rounded ridges and lines.

"That feels... so... lovely," Xanthe said.

A tightness and a looseness, in loins and in head, and a 
quiet, warm contented joy everywhere.

"Go right in" she murmured, shoving backwards against me 
"Harder, go on!"

Incredibly I felt her orgasm the instant I pushed down 
into her depths. A little pulse, a little squeeze then 
she ooohed and sighed most, most pleasingly.

"Hmmm?" I asked, my thoughts racing.

"Oh fuck!" she mouthed, "Don't stop! I..." I began to 
cum myself as she said it, in a kind of hot, dizzying 
haste I knew I would be unable to hang onto once I got 
going. Fifty percent head, fifty percent cock but 
probably something close to one thousand percent when 
all added together.

She howled and squashed her tits against the table, legs 
rigid, dead straight, as far apart as she could get 
them. I grunted and bashed myself into her, as hard as I 
could and without apparent effect. I felt her pulse 
again, muscles tightening around my knob, I know, I know 
but that is how it is!

"Go on!" was about the only intelligible thing she said 
after that, the rest was rubbish, the ravings of semen 
soaked fantasies being given new life.

...

Evening came and we were ready to go. She smiled and I 
hugged her and thought she felt hot and slightly 
shivery.

"You feeling ok?" I asked.

Xanthe nodded.

"Feeling fantastic!" she said.

"And ready to go?" I asked, grabbing her, hugging her.

"Yes, yes!"

Then: "Oh damn!" she said, jerking herself away from me 
and reaching for a sample. "Would you fucking believe 
it! I've just come on!"

Sure enough she had a smear of brightness on her fingers 
when she showed them to me.

"Thought you weren't due for a couple of weeks?" I asked 
despondently.

"I'm all over the place at the moment" she told me "The 
new pills I think... damn, I-I... was so looking forward 
to it."

She didn't pull away when I groped her again, just let 
me shove my fingers in as usual.

"I think we should go anyway, don't you?" I said 
carefully, all the while thinking she'd say no but then 
she jerked against my fingers really hard and I knew she 
liked the idea.

"It will give 'em a surprise, won't it?" she asked, 
sliding her wetness onto me.

"Turn some of them off" I expect. I suggested.

"Isn't that heavy yet."

"You can sit on a towel in the car and take some things 
anyway"

"Yeah" Xanthe nodded "I'll do that"

She went off to get a couple of tampons while I dithered 
and waited and found myself all excited because of the 
extra dimension which had suddenly appeared. 

I wanted desperately to touch her body while I drove, 
finger her crotch, her thighs and belly and when the top 
part of that damned dress virtually fell open of it's 
own accord I was so turned on I could keep my hands away 
from her no longer.

Xanthe spread her legs and changed gear for me while I 
reached for her crotch, leaned back in the seat and made 
herself available for my fingers, my thoughts and, 
inevitably, if all went to plan, the pleasure and 
delight of others.

"Excited?" I asked when, for some reason she began to 
shiver.

"Yes I am!" she admitted "More than excited, I'm 
frightened a little maybe, because this is so 
different!"

"But you still want to do it, don't you?" I asked, 
masturbating her gently with my thumb and two fingers 
slipped nicely inside her,

"Oh yes!" she told me.

Different! It certainly was! As different as I could 
have imagined, and that was before we'd even got to the 
dogging site. So excitingly different I wondered why 
we'd not thought of doing something like it before.

She made noises, wriggled, grunted and let her breasts 
come out completely. Her pussy was leaking freely onto 
my hand and into the towel she was sitting on and I 
loved it. Oh we'd made love before when she was on, many 
times and in various states of messiness but we'd always 
done it somewhere where she could clean herself up 
afterwards. This time it was different, as she'd said. 
This time she was going to be messy deliberately and 
what was more, what was almost unbelievable to my way of 
thinking, she was going to do it, do sexual things with 
other people.

"Strangers are going to fuck you tonight," I told her 
shakily, "Dirty old men are going to finger your pussy 
and get your stuff all over their hands."

Xanthe made a little moaning noise.

"Feel you and fuck you!" I went on "Thats what you want, 
isn't it?"

"Yeeeaaah!" Xanthe answered instantly.

I didn't say anything about the ones who'd want to have 
her anally or those who'd expect to be sucked. There'd 
be time enough for her to think about those things when 
we got there, got to the site and..."

"Will you do me first?" Xanthe asked "Before... you 
know, before anyone else does?"

"If that's what you want" I said, still only half 
believing what I was hearing.

I'd a palm full of her sticky stuff and a torrent of mad 
ideas in my head when I slowed and turned the car into 
the park entrance, headlights picking out trees and a 
couple of information boards and not much else.

All was darkness. No lights anywhere apart from our own.

I drove slowly, on dipped headlights, left hand still 
making music at her crotch, into a park which, to all 
intents and purposes appeared to be devoid of any human 
beings other than us.

"Nobody here" I said, trying not to sound disappointed.

I'd all four fingers awkwardly up her when Xanthe 
orgasmed suddenly, jerkily, legs straightening then 
relaxing as the wave carried her, pussy feeling hotter 
than ever against the thrust of my hand.

"Ohgod!" she muttered "I haven't cum like that 
before......"

"Shall we just have a fuck and go home?" I asked, 
feeling pressures building.

"No, I... no..."

"Sure?"

"The website said..."

Mixed emotions, muddled intentions, desires, dreams, all 
mixed together.

"Okay, I'll go on a bit further"

I would have stopped the car where it was, wherever it 
was, I didn't care. The girl sitting next to me was as 
good as naked and wanting me, wanting me as much as I 
was wanting her.

"You can fuck me when we get..." Xanthe began, then our 
headlights swept across an open space and caught the 
gleam or chrome and glass and the red, reflected lights 
of parked cars,

"Oh, oh look!" Xanthe cried excitedly "There! That must 
be it!"

Picnic tables, a litter bin and of course a couple more 
of the prerequisite information boards. Several cars 
parked with their lights off and the doors open. Groups 
of men and... and, clustered around two vehicles parked 
close together, an even larger group, some of who 
appeared to be only partly dressed.

"Oh fuck!" Xanthe said quietly as I slowed to a halt a 
couple of car lengths further along. "I think we've 
found the place alright!"

"Better sit still until we see what the score is!" I 
suggested when several blokes turned to look in our 
direction.

"Alright!" she agreed readily, seatbelt unfastening with 
a sharp click and swish.

It had been the only thing keeping the front of her 
dress sort of closed and she, as she released it and 
leaned back in the seat her breasts and her belly became 
properly exposed.

"Let's just get on with it and see what happens, shall 
we?" Xanthe asked quietly, the unsteadiness in her voice 
hinting at more than I, at that moment, could possibly 
know.

We ought to be in the back of the car, I said to myself, 
or in a nice convertible with the roof right down.

There was half naked girl fucking two blokes at the same 
time I noticed when I allowed my eyes to focus on one of 
the groups quite close to our car. One at either end of 
her as she crouched, bent double with several other men 
watching.

Xanthe wouldn't do anything that, I told myself firmly. 
Not in a million years! She is much too reserved and 
shy. But then she'd done as she'd intended in spite of 
the unexpectedly early appearance of her period and got 
what she wanted so far.

A couple of men glanced casually our way, waiting no 
doubt, to see what we might do.

"Are you sure you want to do it here with all these 
people around?" I asked.

"Yeah!" Xanthe said softly "I want you to fuck me while 
they watch."

"Then what?"

"We'll see" Xanthe told me in a whisper.

The question of how and where came hazily to mind as I 
looked at her half in shadow, half in reflected light.

A man passed, paused, peered in and smiled, another 
stood staring through the windscreen for several minutes 
while Xanthe lolled in the seat and waited for me to 
make a decision.

"Couple of people have looked at you already" I told her 
"Seen your titties anyway."

"I know!" she said "I felt them!"

I considered some ways to have her then, while so very 
aroused she sat and waited for me. Back seat or front 
seat, my side or hers, or...

In the end it became bloody obvious, plain and simple, 
not a revelation at all. The way we'd done it 
comfortably and satisfyingly a couple of times before.

"I'll come round to your side then shall I?" I asked, 
hardly believing I'd said it. "And we'll do it like we 
did it in Felbrigge Woods that time."

"With the door open!" Xanthe said quickly and excitedly.

...

I did my best not to look too self conscious when I got 
out of the car, the sudden glare of the interior light 
catching me unawares but illuminating Xanthe nicely.

"Alright mate?" Someone asked.

"Yeah!" I replied, not looking at him "We'll get going 
in a minute!"

I hadn't realised until I got out just how close to the 
action I'd stopped the car until I saw four or five men 
being attended to by a plumply comfortable woman only a 
couple of feet away from my rear bumper.

The woman squatted naked, feet wide apart, elongated 
breasts hanging fatly against the bulge of her belly. 
She'd a man in her mouth and one in each hand while 
others stood close by, erect and ready.

Xanthe would never do anything like that, I said to 
myself. She's far too... Too what?

So far she'd done all the chasing and running, the 
charity shop purchase, the internet search. Why she'd 
even insisted we go on with it despite her."

"Want a go mate?" One man asked, stepping back from the 
plump woman as I tried to pass.

His trousers were undone but he appeared unbothered by 
that fact.

"No, I..." I started to say.

"No worries!" the man said and moved on.

Xanthe opened the car door the moment she saw me, pushed 
it wide, back onto the stop as the courtesy light came 
on.

With her breasts already almost entirely exposed she 
turned in the seat, stretched her legs out, put her feet 
on the ground then pulled up the skirts of that thin 
cotton dress and showed me her pussy.

She acted differently with me when I knelt down and with 
shaking hands fumbled to undo my trousers. As 
differently as if I was simply another stranger making 
ready to use her instead of her loving boyfriend of a 
good many years.

"Gonna screw me?" she asked hoarsely "I want you to do 
it!"

I became aware of the nearness of others, not only the 
group of men with the plump squatting woman but several 
others who, like magic appeared on both sides.

She moved outwards along the seat, setting her feet 
further apart until her crotch was on a level with the 
side of it.

"Looks good!" someone remarked.

"Hair!" another said "She's still got her fanny hair!"

Suddenly I realised there were strangers gazing 
lustfully at the most intimate parts of my girlfriend's 
body and to my relief I did not feel jealous or 
resentful. Instead I felt exhilarated and extremely 
turned on.

"Gettin' out love?" one man asked, holding his cock at 
the ready.

"She will be in a minute" I heard myself saying "In a 
minute! I'm going to have her first"

"Bags I have her second!" the man joked and another 
laughed.

"Plenty for everyone by the looks of her!" he said.

I don't know how many blokes were already looking when I 
reached and began to masturbate her with two fingers. 
Half a dozen at least, at a rough guess. I felt her 
stiffen then relax, heard her sigh and murmur something 
I did not catch, then she lay back along the seat and 
put her left leg on my shoulder.

An immense hardness persuaded me, grabbed me and shook 
me. Fucking Xanthe in the company of strangers, outside 
in a country park suddenly, blindingly, became my life's 
ambition.

An uncomfortable hardness and, in some ways a dangerous 
one because the urges which came with it were too 
powerful for me to sensibly handle. My cock actually 
hurt with urgency when, still on my knees I heaved 
myself closer and in the pale glare of the car's 
interior lights, shoved it straight into her.

...

Aroused as she was I think the condition of my cock 
still surprised her. She heaved and gasped, legs 
jerking, lifting her lower body off the seat entirely.

Cold steel door sill against my thighs, hot cunt on my 
prick and the boiling breath of those who looked on and 
waited.

Xanthe jerked and lifted herself against me, one of her 
shoes fell off into the press of men around and behind 
me, all eager, eager men stood and stared when there 
really was nothing much for them to see. Screwing her 
that way, confined by her size and shape of our car was 
not really very comfortable and not how I'd imagined 
even though the potential of the situation both worried 
and excited me.

Damp grass under my knees and an urgent weight in my 
loins, a weight I wanted to be rid of, a weight I did 
not want to unburden myself of just yet.

"Come on mate!" someone called out "Don't keep her all 
to yourself!"

I drew back a little and Xanthe groaned; I plunged again 
and filled her deeply.

"Better out here" one man called, "over here on the 
table where we can all see her!"

"I wonder who has brought a table" I asked myself 
foolishly, unaware at the time the man meant one of the 
parks picnic tables.

Headlights flashed away to my left, one car moved away 
while a second became stationary. Xanthe began to pant 
rhythmically and make al sorts of encouraging noises. 
The lights turned, lit her crookedly, throwing long 
shadows across the interior of the car.

I reached a point very close to no turning back and 
managed to pause by the skin of my knob.

I had to cum but I didn't want to. I wanted to cum but 
knew that I shouldn't. If I did, when I did, it would be 
with such a rush that I'd have to go to sleep 
afterwards. But if I didn't then the exquisite feelings 
I carried would stay with me for the rest of the 
evening.

I moved my hips minutely, reached carefully and put my 
hands on her breasts.

Xanthe yelled and jerked and orgasmed lustily.

Someone cheered and a young bloke put a hand on my 
shoulder.

"Let's have a go at her now!" he said.

I drew back, my knees aching, sat back on my haunches, 
my erection still prominent and for a moment, simply 
stared at the state of her cunt..

I had to stop, had to think, had to work out what 
exactly had happened. The force of her cum had ejected 
me, squidged my cock right out in a gout of menstrual 
blood.

"Fucking hell!" the bloke began, "Thats..."

"Wrong week!" another chipped in. "The sluts fucking 
when she's on!"

Their schoolboy crudity embarrassed me but if it had any 
effect on Xanthe she did not for one moment show it, 
still lost as she was in post orgasm euphoria.

The glow of a phone screen lit a man's face, a 
photograph was taken, filed and stored.

Xanthe moved, turned round on the seat and let the top 
part of the cotton dress fall off her shoulders.

Men crowded around, some half naked, some, most in fact 
displaying their ready to fuck cocks.

"Gonna get out now love?" on of them enquired.

"Yeah I am!" Xanthe said.

They reached for her when she moved to get up, reached 
round me, over me and past me to help her onto her feet. 
Before I could move out of the way they were getting 
hold of her, grabbing her arms, her shoulders, 
everywhere.

I crouched and they ignored me, pulling her up and out 
of the car as if I wasn't there.

The cotton dress more or less fell off her when somebody 
ripped it. I distinctly heard the material tear and 
Xanthe's hotly aroused gasp as it happened.

They were an excited bunch and no mistake, working 
together to get what they wanted, a taste of what they 
saw as a new girl on the block.

"Sheeit the sluts bloody soaking!" one man exclaimed, 
peering at his fingers in surprised horror.

"'S'all right, she only has her period!" I told them 
"Don't let it worry you. She doesn't mind!"

"Oh yeah!" the first man answered "I did sort of 
wonder!"

"Alright gal?" one man asked, catching hold of Xanthe 
firmly and looking at her straight.

"Yeah, course I am!" she said.

"And you're okay with it, are you?" he asked, turning to 
me.

"I wouldn't have brought her here if I wasn't" I told 
him.

That was about as much acknowledgement as I was going to 
get, I realised as, on a sturdy picnic table in the 
cool, hot half darkness of a country park it all began 
for her. The realisation of a never before mentioned 
fantasy. Unhurriedly, one man to begin with, two soon 
after, taking her as casually as if they were playing a 
game of darts in a pub while others looked on, offering 
encouragement and awaiting their turn.

Achingly aroused I observed detatchedly as one man 
finished and immediately another moved to take his 
place, a conveyor belt of cocks almost while Xanthe 
grunted and squealed and accepted them all eagerly. Two 
at a time quickly became the norm with her bent over the 
table, sucking and fucking as if her life depended upon 
it. There was no finesse, no foreplay, hardly any words 
spoken at all but suddenly there were a lot of camera 
phone pictures being taken.

"I hope nobody recognises her" I said to myself then 
walked over, closer to the action, keen to get some 
photos of my own. Amazingly I suddenly found myself 
viewing a complete stranger, not Xanthe, not a 
girlfriend, not anyone I even remotely knew. Suddenly, 
coldly, she was just an anonymous woman being used by 
anonymous men and knowing that, seeing that, was very 
disturbing.

More men, I was excited to note, appeared to have her 
anally than the other way and, as I watched her moving 
jerkily rhythmically in obvious enjoyment I began to 
wonder why I'd never known she liked it so much that 
way.

A couple of men grinned and nodded when I stood behind 
her, a little to one side in order to take a picture of 
the stretched shape of her anus filled by a strangers 
thick cock.

"Goes well, doesn't she?" one man said.

"Looks like she's loving it!" I agreed as if discussing 
someone I didn't know.

Her anus gaped when the thick cocked man pulled out. A 
spurt of thick ejaculate appeared soon after. Camera 
phones were aimed and pictures taken, zooming off to 
other interested parties watching on the internet and 
strangely enough, after a while I found myself becoming 
more and more remote from the proceedings. For some 
reason the sensation of being an outsider looking in on 
the scene came over me. I saw a slutty naked woman 
staggering and lurching in a sexual stupor as what 
seemed like an endless stream of men enjoyed her body. 
When she coughed I took no notice, when she retched and 
spluttered I felt only grim satisfaction. She was 
getting exactly what she wanted.

Suddenly I wanted her to choke on cum, wanted to see her 
take so much that it filled her until it came out of her 
nose. Most of all I wanted to see her open mouth so 
awash with the stuff that it spurted and ran down her 
chin the moment the next cock slid between her waiting 
lips.

Idly I observed the way her belly and breasts moved when 
she bent over one man, flopping and jerking in time to 
another who grunted and thrust at her rear. Her body 
moved loosely, well oiled and wide open to all comers, a 
receptacle for their excesses and nothing more.

I heard her yell and one man laughed but nobody stopped 
what they were doing. Unconcerned I didn't expect them 
to, ask them to or want them to. I just watched while 
they went on using her, man after man with hardly a 
pause in between. No-one spoke, no-one needed to. 
Everyone knew she was there to be used and everybody got 
on and used her. When she yelled again, more of a groan 
this time I realised some lucky man had experienced 
firsthand one of her more copious orgasms but even then 
no-one stopped, no-one paused to ask if she was alright, 
if she wanted to stop, if only to regain her breath.

As if from afar I watched three men take her together, 
her whole body jerking and flopping wildly as they held 
her and screwed her as one.

I became aware of the noises she was making, deep and 
guttural even when her mouth was filled, animal like, 
bestial, unnervingly crude.

"Is that three up!" someone asked excitedly.

"Yeah!" said another "They often do that"

"Thats got her filled!" the man next to me exclaimed 
"Them brothers, they........"

Three men at once, I told myself firmly. Three! And, 
painfully stiff I wanted to join them, wanted to make it 
four, somehow, anyhow, whichever way, I didn't care!

She leaned and they held her, jerked and they jerked 
with her, in her, inside her as far as they could get.

I crouched close to her, alongside the table upon which 
she lay. Her eyes were closed but one of her breasts was 
unattended so I put my hand on it experimentally. As if 
it was the first time I'd ever done so. The man with his 
cock in her face grinned and thrust his hips 
exaggeratedly.

"Glad you brought her?" he asked.

"Fuck yeah!" I said.

"Want a go now?" he asked.

"No, I..." I froze.

The man's grin broadened. "Yeah, come on!" he urged.

She'd semen in her hair I noticed, abstractedly when I 
moved into position next to him, trousers loose around 
my thighs.

"Come on!" he encouraged "Y'know she..."

Somehow my cock found its way into Xanthe's mouth 
alongside that of the other man. The other man, that is 
all he was. Anybody and nobody and he...

"Y'know she's loving it, isn't she?" he said.

A camera flashed close at hand and another further away. 
Men surged and stared, jostling, goggling and I could 
not help myself. Not for a moment longer. Not with all 
that was going on.....and in.......

Could she ever. I wondered wildly, be able to take two 
men in all her holes at the same time? Two in her arse 
and two in her cunt as well as..... as well as..... How 
would that number of men ever get close enough to her? 
The idea astounded me. Six! Six men inside her somehow! 
And one in each hand as well for good measure. Fucking 
hell that'd be eight men in total. Eight men all wanting 
to cum in her, onto her, over her at the same time! 
Fucking hell I said to myself, if that happened she'd 
either explode or drown!

I was still trying to work out the logistics of it all 
in my head when two of the men servicing her other end 
began to bellow simultaneously. The thought of two cocks 
cumming into her at the same moment in reality rather 
than what was still only fantasy brought my attention 
back into focus sharply and with a sharp howl of 
primeval proportions I ejaculated uncontrollably a split 
second only before my companion did.

"Fucking hells bells!" someone said.

...

There was one man on his own, bare arsed standing 
crookedly, with his prick jutting up and out at a 
ludicrous angle. He was wanking steadily as he watched 
the proceedings, doing is best to keep his hard on until 
the hole he desired became vacant. Xanthe was panting 
and ooh-ing exaggeratedly now, encouraging them, 
taunting them, daring them to give her all they'd got. I 
watched while yet another man shoved his thing into her 
arse as roughly as an animal mating in a field, grunting 
and swearing while she, loving every minute of it, 
pushed bodily backwards against him as if she wanted it 
never to stop.

How many men were still waiting to have her I wondered 
idly, hardly daring to count the ones I could see. Even 
if some of them had already fucked her there did seem to 
be plenty more standing cocks at the ready.

She groaned hugely, when the wanker finally took his 
turn with her, almost falling over in his haste but all 
too soon he pulled out and ejaculated copiously in 
several huge spurts right across her back. A much 
younger man took his place straight away but he too 
lasted less than a minute before slipping out, 
thoroughly spent.

A car drew up nearby and two men got out of it 
hurriedly.

"She anyone's?" one asked excitedly.

"Anyones!" I said agreeably.

The younger one of the new arrivals was a long thin 
youth with a long thin cock and hollows at the sides of 
his cheeks which bulged in and out like bellows when, 
moments later he got the chance to fuck her.

I managed to get her to suck me soon after that while 
everyone else seemed busy either taking pictures or 
exploiting her arse. I was practically bursting by that 
time, unnaturally hard and sweet with pre-cum. I'm not 
even certain she knew it was me and I didn't enlighten 
her. In fact I was too preoccupied watching the crude, 
rough and ready ways she continued to take a succession 
of men at the other end while attending to me to speak 
to her at all.

Somehow she'd learned the way to do it, the way to relax 
I mean. I discovered I could get my cock right down her 
throat without her gagging, something, so far as I knew, 
she'd found impossible to do until that night. It was a 
fantastically disturbing feeling when it happened, 
especially as there were at least half a dozen other men 
closely watching her as she did it.

"Takes it right down, doesn't she?" one of them said 
appreciatively.

"Yeah! Good, isn't she!" I said.

Then the man in a dark boiler suit who earlier I seen 
taking a number of pictures took his turn with an 
exaggerated slowness, shoving a huge, trunk like cock 
into her while she still slurped on mine. It was as much 
as I could do to stop myself cumming as I watched him 
take her. I felt her body tense, then relax and move 
backwards onto him while a second man reached over and 
began to finger her as well. Without further ado I 
ejaculated fiercely.

"Let's have her next!" an anonymous figure demanded so, 
drained and fast shrivelling I pushed her head 
obligingly towards him and in the half light watched 
intently as without hesitation she closed her lips 
around his prick. Weirdly it thrilled immensely me to 
know that her mouth was still full of my cum when she 
closed it around this new man.

"You screwed her yet?" I asked the figure next to me, 
trying to sound casual.

"Couple of times" he said.

His straightforwardness made me wonder how many men 
she'd actually had by then.

"You?" he asked looking down at her bobbing head with a 
mixture of disgust and lust.

"Yeah" I said "I have!"

He must have realised who I was by then I suppose.

"L-lucky bastard!" he suggested jerkily.

"She's the lucky one" I said "She's getting everything 
she wants!"

...

Time passed and cars kept arriving, the occupants 
hearing about Xanthe's performance, so I learned later, 
by the excited mobile phone messages and pictures going 
this way and that. Gravel crunched and voices mumbled 
while behind it all Xanthe panted and gasped 
rhythmically like an overheated steam engine.

"Shit man, I can't keep up with her!" someone with a 
camera muttered close by me.

"What a slut!" someone else said when she turned her 
head and took his cock straight into her mouth without 
him having to ask.

"……fucking hell!" enjoined another as he crouched under 
her, one hand groping her pussy the other dragging at 
her dangling tits as if milking a cow.

How very appropriate, I said to myself. Just like a cow! 
Thats exactly what she has become.

"You gonna fuck her?" one of the later arrivals asked

"Up the arse like everyone else!" I said deliberately 
crudely.

"Me too!" the man said "Love a bit of arse, don't you?"

"I just love seeing her being used!" I told him.

The man nodded "Nearly let go onto her face a moment 
ago!" he told me, a foot of cock held in his hand "Then 
I thought..."

Suddenly Xanthe stood upright. She coughed, pulled a 
face and dribbled long streamer of stuff down onto her 
tits.

"Good one! Good one!" somebody chortled as she continued 
to gag.

Smears of semen gleamed in her hair, all over her face 
and breasts. On her belly and legs.

"Fucking hell!" one man swore "Look at the state she's 
in!"

She gurgled, her body convulsing, then without warning 
she vomited noisily.

"Overfilled!" the man next to me suggested.

"She'll be better in a minute!" I said.

Xanthe spat, pulled a face, peered at the men around her 
questioningly. Heightened arousal demanded her not to 
stop while there were still some who wanted to use her.

"Had enough?" I asked quietly, getting as close to her 
as I dared without actually grabbing her.

"No, I'm ok!" she gulped unsteadily while cameras 
continued to flash.

"Not finished yet is she?" someone asked.

"I'm okay!" Xanthe insisted.

Eagerly the men closed in on her again. She staggered 
when they pawed her, yelped when they lifted roughly, 
legs akimbo, onto the table, then submitted utterly to 
their every need.

She couldn't stand properly when, ten minutes later the 
men helped her down off the table. She couldn't speak 
either not cogently, not with so much cum in her throat.

"She's had enough now, I reckon" one of the men 
suggested as she lolled against him as limp as a 
ragdoll.

"Do you think so?" I asked.

"Yeah! Time to take her home!"

Her body drooped disjointedly when I got hold of her, 
arms and legs loose, head thrown back, skin congealed 
with half dried cum. Willing hands lifted her and 
carried her, unprotestingly across the grass and helped 
me put her on the back seat of the car.

"Will you bring her again next week please?" a 
cheerfully naked little man asked, his cock dangling at 
least as limply as Xanthe was looking.

"Only if she is agreeable!" I said.

Someone brought me the torn remains of her cotton dress 
to give to me. "Can she wear that again when she comes 
back" he suggested.

"So you can rip it some more?" I asked.

"Oh yes!" he said.

Another man brought her shoes to give me. Even they had 
semen in them.

"Love her arse!" he informed me, grinning.

"Yea, she a great slut!" another enjoined.

"Maybe, but I'm taking her home now!" I said.

She groaned when I slammed the door on her, moaned and 
tried to get up when I started the engine then slumped 
over onto her side before I'd gone a hundred yards.

She was sound asleep by the time we got home.

...

I suppose one thirty a.m is not too bad a time to carry 
an unconscious naked woman into a house. Luckily I 
wasn't seen by anyone, so far as I know and thankfully I 
got her upstairs and into bed in double quick time, 
stinking and disgustingly cum soaked as she was. She 
didn't awaken when, a few moments later I got in beside 
her but she did wriggle and mutter until I turned on my 
side and cuddled her.

The whole idea of multiple penetrations kept me awake 
for some time while Xanthe snored beside me. It was two 
a.m. and a few moments after. Quietly I got out of bed 
and found my phone.

Pictures and yes... yes there she was, in all her glory. 
Astride the man lying along the seat of the picnic 
table, leaning, crouching, taking, taking.

How many other men had similar pictures in their phones 
I wondered and how many more were there already being 
displayed on dogging sites on the internet.

Then, 'call me' a text message with a number said.

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