My first ‘dogging’ experience with filthy friend

A couple of months after I’d returned from my sexy London trip (see sexy London post) with mr Vaughn he, once again, talked me and my parents into another weekend away, supposedly at yet ‘another’ brothers house down in the New Forest, near Ringwood, promising a trip to Portsmouth and the seaside. He’d also told my parents and myself that his sister in law, Janet, from London would be joining us too with, as it turned out, her fictitious son, who was supposedly the same age as me.

Of course it turned out, apart from the bit about Janet joining us, to be a load of lies but I sort of knew that anyway. At this time I was working as an apprentice engineer and as we finished early on a Friday, mr Vaughn picked me up, straight from the works gates in his shiny green Morris traveller. Off we went, arriving at the bungalow he’d rented, at probably seven o’clock that evening. It must have been June or July as it was still quite light and warm when we arrived. Janet was already there, having travelled down by train and had a meal ready for us, which if I remember correctly, I devoured immediately it was on the table. I liked Janet and was quite happy when she explained that as there were only two bedrooms, I’d be sharing her bed!!!! Just like old times. I think that mr Vaughn however was a bit put out as on the way down he’d more or less told me that I’d be sleeping with him and probably being fucked or wanked or both throughout the night!!! I didn’t mind having ‘fun’ with mr Vaughn but I much preferred Janet’s beautiful cunt and voluptuous breasts any day of the week.

Just like when I’d first met Janet at her husbands house in London, she was waiting for me in the bedroom after I’d bathed only this time there was no skimpy pink baby doll nightie, just Janet completely naked, apart from, which I did think rather odd, a pair of red stilettos with about six inch heels!! I must say she did look amazing, gorgeous figure and in her mid to late thirties was probably in her prime, sexually. I soon dropped my towel and for the next hour or so we were at it hammer and tongs, absolutely full on filthy sex!! As I’d explained before, in and earlier story, she had, not only an amazingly sexy body but also a beautiful, always moist wet cunt with a huge protruding clit, even more so when she was aroused. I think the pair of us had only about two or three hours sleep that night and I’m sure it showed when we staggered into the kitchen to join mr Vaughn for breakfast.

Of course our trip to the New Forest wasn’t just for me to enjoy the wonderful scenery, get to fuck Janet or, for that matter, mr Vaughn to enjoy my ‘company’ as I soon discovered. Mr Vaughn, as he always did, was at his filthy sordid best and explained to me that Janet and himself had been planning the weekend for some time. Janet had, it transpired, always wanted to go ‘dogging’, a word, at that time, I didn’t understand the meaning off. As mr Vaughn explained ‘going dogging’ involved, usually one or more women, but not exclusively women, being fucked and used by several complete strangers, at night and in remote or secluded locations. It turned out that there was a very well known and very popular ‘dogging’ spot quite near where we were staying. Mr Vaughn then explained that while most of the action would be centred on Janet and her pleasure I was also going to be ‘on show’ and ‘on offer’ as he put it.

I must confess that I wasn’t too enamoured with what he was telling me although the thought of seeing Janet getting a good seeing too did excite me. Mr Vaughn knew some of the men who would be there on Saturday night (not in the least bit surprised at that!!!), one or two of them had even used me in the past according to mr Vaughn. He assured me I’d be fine and he wouldn’t let anything or anyone hurt me, which reassured me a lot. The final bombshell, that was dropped over breakfast, was that the pair of them wanted me dressed, en fem, in a similar dress as to what Janet produced from the bedroom. Janet held up two dresses, very similar except one was red and the other a royal blue and both of them tiny and obviously very very short and totally obscene. It was hard to imagine them covering very much at all but I was persuaded that there was a lot of stretch in them!!! Mr Vaughn and his friend mr Manning had both used me dressed before, mostly in schoolgirl uniform but the last couple of times in more tarty type dresses and undies. Recently, well over the previous couple of months, both of them had started training me to take a cock up my bum as apposed to just sucking and wanking them off and their dirty friends cocks. As they say now “I’d passed my A levels”.

After breakfast, all three of us set off for the day in the Morris traveller, for a day trip to Bournemouth, Janet for some retail therapy and mr Vaughn and myself to the seaside. On the way we stopped at the car park where we’d be ‘dogging’ that evening. It was only about five minutes drive from our bungalow just off the A31 down a side road and although the main road seemed incredibly busy, the road to the car park was much quieter with just one or two cars at either end and surrounded on three sides by thick woodland. I’ve looked on google recently and I think it was probably a car park called Vereley Hill although I might be wrong. Anyway mr Vaughn and Janet seemed happy.

We drove into Bournemouth and in the centre dropped off Janet, arranging to pick her up later. The pair of us then set off for the beach where, as it was a gorgeous summer day, I had a dip in the sea, while mr Vaughn watched me from the promenade, sat in a deck chair. After I’d dried off mr Vaughn suggested we’d go to a quieter beach along the coast that he knew about called Hengitsbury beach. After we’d parked up we scrambled down the low sandy cliffs to the beach which I quickly discovered was actually a nudist beach. About six or seven older men, together with one slightly younger woman, were lying or standing, **** around the base of the cliff, all completely naked. Mr Vaughn stripped off and encouraged me to do likewise, which I did. I’d often seen Mr Vaughn naked and, for his age, didn’t have a bad physique but of course what we all noticed was his very long semi erect cock. Gradually all the men started to gravitate towards the pair of us and before long had formed a circle around us. Most of them were wanking themselves off, a few wanking other men’s cocks but all only had eyes for myself and mr Vaughn. I looked at mr Vaughn who nodded down to his now very large hard cock and I knew instinctively what to do and I knelt on the soft sand and, pulling back his foreskin hard, started sucking him off. After three or four minutes I felt one of the men touch my bum, quickly followed by a warning from mr Vaughn to leave me alone however I could hear an awful lot of heavy breathing, encouraging words and before long first one, then several others spunked off, mostly aiming their spunk in my direction, the hot spunk hitting my hair, back, shoulders and bum. Before long mr Vaughn started cumming, thrusting his cock deeper into my mouth and making me gag and forcing me to swallow his cream, which I did as best I could. No sooner had mr Vaughn finished cumming than most of the men started drifting off leaving the pair of us to towel each other down and have a nice hour sunbathing in the warm sunshine.

Mr Vaughn had turned quite pink, if I remember rightly, and after dressing we returned to Bournemouth to pick up a very excited Janet and drive back to the bungalow. Janet was full of herself and couldn’t wait for what was to come later in the evening!! When we got back, mr Vaughn suggested that as we weren’t going to the car park until at least ten o’clock we should get some rest as it was sure to be a long night. Soon we could hear him snoring away in his bedroom and although our intentions were to follow his lead we were soon in Janet’s bedroom making love again. Although I had a girlfriend back in Bristol, who I was quite keen on, and Janet was married to Sid it was quite obvious that our relationship was becoming a bit more than just sex and that evening when we made love it seemed much more intimate, romantic, you could say but definitely more intense with lots more kissing than in the past and holding each other tightly against each others hot bodies.

I must have dozed off as when I woke a nude Janet was finishing off her makeup at the dressing table. She did look very hot and when I asked her if she’d bathed she replied that she hadn’t and that she’d be getting pretty ‘dirty’ later and besides that wanted my spunk to stay in her that evening which I thought was very romantic in a weird sort of way. After I’d had a quick bath, Janet started on my makeup and she was very good as I was soon transformed into a ‘Janet’ lookalike. She was going to wear the red dress and me the blue one but before that she hooked me up in a beautiful red satin bra, matching suspender belt, black sheer stockings and no knickers so my cock would be on full display especially as the dress was so short. I must say that I did feel good and when I slipped on the skimpy blue dress together with a pair of red sling back heels I felt amazing and ready for, literally, anything x Janet wasn’t going to wear anything under her dress, nothing at all, and her curvaceous figure was shown off in all its glory. I think mr Vaughn was very very impressed when we showed ourselves off to him in the living room even more so when he saw my cock!!!

It was now well gone ten o’clock and getting quite dark when we drove the mile or so to the ‘dogging’ spot. It was hard, in the darkness, to make out how many cars were **** throughout the car park but there must have been over twenty, at least, probably more. We parked alongside a white Hillman Imp, our headlights picking out an older woman spreadeagled semi naked over the bonnet being fucked by a guy with two or three other men, cocks already out, waiting to fuck and abuse her. In the back of mr Vaughns Morris traveller he’d laid out a thick sheet of foam, covered with a tartan blanket and once he’d swung open the rear doors Janet was soon attracting a ‘lot’ of attention. Mr Vaughn had initially left the interior light on and I must say that I had a little pang of hurt inside me as within a minute or so of Janet was already sucking cock and within another couple of minutes had been fucked by her first cock of the night. I was soon attracting attention too and with mr Vaughns encouragement, like Janet, was soon sucking off my first cock of the evening. The men were like bees around a honey pot and soon Janet had about six or seven men patiently queuing to fuck her, be sucked off by her or just be wanked off whilst they fingered her cunt or groped her breasts roughly.

I was equally busy too and with mr Vaughn at my side was sat in the passenger seat sucking men off, one after another. I was pleasantly surprised just how many of the men, on dropping their jeans, were wearing stockings and filly ladies knickers and it seemed too that they definitely tasted and smelt much better. After a while one of the men approached mr Vaughn, who was obviously ‘controlling’ me and asked if he could fuck me to which he replied, looking at his cock, that it would be okay. Mr Vaughn told me to turn around and lean forward over the front seat, which I did and soon felt a finger smoothing some of mr Vaughn’s special jelly up my bum. He wasn’t as gentle as when mr manning had been training me but after his initial thrust deep into me it soon became quite pleasurable. The car’s interior light was now out but in the darkness I could just about make out Janet, naked by now, led out in the back of the car and once again being fucked. If I couldn’t see her properly, I definitely could hear her moaning with pleasure and giggling, so she was obviously enjoying the attention and the cocks. I soon felt his hot cream spurting deep into me and with a final deep thrust he’d finished with me.

It was now getting on for midnight and it seemed to me that there were even more men there and more turning up, certainly from the number of car headlights that occasionally lit up what was going on around us. The older woman who was being fucked over the bonnet of her car, when we arrived, had now gone replaced by a ford cortina driven by, who I thought initially, driven by a very attractive woman, but who on getting out of the car was obviously a tranny. I say obviously, but that’s not really the right word, as he was very very feminine looking with a stunning slim figure apart from, unfortunately for him, quite a masculine jawline, however in the darkness of the car park very very passable. I’d seen two or three other transsexuals during the evening, in fact I’d sucked one off earlier, but I must say I was quite attracted to this one. Mr Vaughn had disappeared into the woods, presumably assuming that I could now cope on my own and as I was ‘between’ clients as you might say I beckoned him over and we got chatting. Her name was Carla and a regular at this ‘dogging’ area visiting it at least once a month, some times more, especially in the summer season. Carla was dressed very similar to me with a very short emerald green mini dress, black holdups and high heels, a lot higher than mine. Carla, like Janet and myself, obviously wasn’t wearing any knickers, as her cock was sticking out, beautifully long and rock hard. Within minutes I was back, sat in the passenger seat and sucking Carla’s cock for all its worth, my hands and fingers caressing her smooth stocking clad legs and well lubricated girlie hole. Her cock was deliciously hard and her pre cum tasted so sweet and, much as I could have sucked her all night, Carla wanted more of me. Over onto my front again, my bum hole gaping in anticipation and I wasn’t disappointed as Carla very gently eased her long hard cock deep into me. Best cock and best fuck of the night!!! She was good, very good and must have fucked me for a good fifteen or twenty minutes, with absolutely no loss of hardness or, for that matter, no sign of spunking either. My cock was now rock hard and aching uncontrollably, desperate for a warm pussy. I think Carla realised that too and also that I wanted her, more than just sucking her cock, so she eased her cock out of me and changed places with me with her now knelt over the front seat. Carla threw her hands behind herself and pulled the cheeks of her ass wide apart opening her hole for me. I’d fucked a few asses in the past and all had been much tighter than Carla’s but none had been so warm, moist and inviting as hers was. I like to think I gave Carla a good time, she certainly moaned a lot but unlike Carla I didn’t have her staying power and after about ten minutes of one of the best fucks ever, I exploded, literally, every last drop of pent up spunk, deep inside her and I think she knew it too as I collapsed over her. We chatted for a little longer but, whereas I was a bit of a spent force, her cock was still as hard as ever and soon she’d gone off into the darkness looking for more action.

If I remember correctly, I think I got fucked at least one more time and definitely sucked a few more cocks but it was clear that the evening was petering out although there was still three or four men, queuing in line, waiting to either fuck or abuse Janet and I did see Carla, in the headlights of a departing car being fucked over a picnic bench whilst sucking another guy off. Mr Vaughn had returned too, out of the trees, in tow with a lad not much older than me, his spunk dripping cock poking out his trousers and a big smile on his face. After he’d got rid of the lad we thought we’d better check on Janet, who no longer had a queue in front of her but still one old guy who she was giving a final blow job too. After she’d spunked him off and seen him on his way we all agreed to call it a night. Janet had a huge smile on her face but looked an absolute mess, her dress was torn in a few places and covered in spunk as was her body, legs and her hair which was soaking wet with white spunk. Her cunt looked bruised together with the insides of her thighs and her cute clit was fully extended and looked particularly ‘red raw’. I put my arm around her and couldn’t resist giving her a kiss, tasting the sweet sour taste of cum smeared over her face. On the journey home we all agreed it had been a very successful evening, sex wise, all three of us having had extreme sexual highs.

We got back to the bungalow at about one thirty or it may have been later, I can’t remember, but mr Vaughn went straight to bed whereas Janet and I stayed talking for another hour or so and even when Janet had a bath I sat on the side gently soaping her body and still talking about the evening and what we’d both experienced. You would think that we’d both be shattered, Janet especially, but when we snuggled down under the sheets, we couldn’t keep ourselves from making love again. She now smelt amazing and I’m sure her cunt must have been very tender, but our love making, that night reached a new level of extreme sexual passion, enhanced by the thought that this was possibly the last time we’d make love and be together for a little while.

The next morning none of us stirred until at least ten o’clock even though it was yet again a beautiful warm sunny day. We spent the rest of the morning and early afternoon in the secluded garden, lounging about and generally relaxing. Mr Vaughn was wearing a ridiculously old baggy pair of swimming trucks which both Janet and I found very funny. I had on a skimpy pair of speedos (all the rage in the sixties!!) but my skimpiness was put to shame by Janet’s bikini bottom which was positively obscene, in the nicest possible way, covering virtually nothing, her puffy cunt lips protruding either side of the material. Apparently she’d bought it the day before in Bournemouth and it had cost a fortune which, to me, was stupid considering the amount of material involved, but it did look so sexy on her. Mr Vaughn had snoozed of again and when Janet called me over to rub in her suntan oil, it didn’t take long for my cock to yet again get extremely hard and was soon sticking a good three or four inches out of my speedos. Janet needed no second bidding and before long I’d pulled her bikini bottom to one side and was once again fucking her gorgeously moist shaven cunt. This time it was pure filthy carnal sex, both of us fucking like a pair of sex starved rabbits on heat!! Yet another massive cum load was forced deep inside her and Janet, I like to think, experienced a huge orgasm, writhing and shaking uncontrollably on my cock as we once again slumped in a tender embrace. Neither of us realised that mr Vaughn had been watching us and just as we both looked around at him it, clearly he’d been watching us fucking and wanking his large cock, he cum, spurting hot spunk a good two feet in the air. Mr Vaughn told us that we looked so good together and I’m pretty sure he understood how much we thought of each other. We were now more than the fuck buddies which we’d been when the weekend started.

We left our lovely bungalow home with so many wonderful memories late afternoon and dropped Janet off at Salisbury station to catch the train into Waterloo. We were both quite emotional and mr Vaughn didn’t accompany us as we said our goodbyes on the station platform, a lingering kiss as the train pulled away. Next day it was back to work and for a couple of days I was quite melancholy, even Carol, my girlfriend noticing my changed demeanour, but life soon thought up more exciting adventures although even now I think it was one of my best weekends ever.