Men know how to make good use of me!

We went again – of course we did. But not so much for my pleasure, more for Martin's. He obviously enjoyed fucking women, and while he said that he loved me – and I was totally smitten by him – he seemed to get something out of Dogging that was different from making love to me in his cottage. Obviously. But I don't just mean fucking strangers: it was also something about being part of a group of Men, who were all strangers to him, as well as mingling his cum with theirs in the bodies of women. Women who meant nothing to him, who were only receptacles for his sperm. I don't know if I'm explaining this very well, but it was as though the presence of the other men, and sharing the sexual act with them, was even more important than getting his cock up the women. Mind, I'd find out soon enough what he really enjoyed, loved even.
     Anyway, we went back the next two nights, and we were almost the only ones who did. Because each night there was a different group of Men and Women. On the Wednesday, the Women were all Milfs. No-one else younger than forty, I'd say. And the men were older too – older than Martin, and a couple of them were in their sixties.
     The routine was pretty much the same as on the first night. We arrived, and soon there were three or four men around the car. Well, on my side of it, with their cocks out – hoping for a hand or mouth. And I was able to oblige, while martin watched.
     Then, while I was busy, he wandered off to sample some of the Women, and it was about an hour later that we met up again. He looked kinda rumpled, as if he'd been rolling about on the grass. And that was what it was. In addition to the hand-jobs and blow-jobs, there was plenty of opportunity for proper fucking. I'd been shagged on the bonnet of the car, and bending over into the boot. But Martin had taken a mat and put it on an area of grass and fucked one of the Women there. Later, when he was ready, he and one of the other men Spit-roasted me.
     I'd already been fucked kinda like that by Dr Montgomery and Norrie (the first time I met him) and I knew that Men liked doing that. I don't think Martin knew the other guy, but they soon got a rhythm of their own going and just like the previous time, they did their best to match each other, but the other guy came first – in my mouth – while Martin was just working up to his own ejaculation, and when it came it was a real load which left me dripping. And that was when the other guy got between my legs and started licking and sucking Martin's cum out of me. Now that was really weird!
     I almost said: “Why don't you just suck him off?” but I managed to hold my tongue, because I knew that most Men don't like to be asked if they're Gay, even if they are, but it really got me wondering. I mean, here's a few women and girls being sucked or fucked by a load of Men, who put their cocks where the others have been, and cum in the same place and some of them like to suck it out after and they don't seem to care if the women are young or old or plain or pretty, because we're just holes for them to cum in. The only difference between us and those sex-dolls I'd seen is that we can use out tongues or mussels but they don't want to talk with us, or take us on dates, or ask what we like, they just want to use our holes and aren't interested in what's between the holes. They don't want to join up the dots!
     WOW! I felt like I'd really hit on something – though I didn't suppose I was the first. I mean, I knew already that most Men aren't particularly interested in Women as People. They want us to fuck, and to cook their dinner and have their babies and iron their shirts and look pretty on their arms when going out somewhere. But not really much more than that. And probably the fucking is the most important thing to them. Or maybe that's just because of the men I hung around with, come to think of it. I probably shouldn't tar them all with the same brush.
     Speaking of which . . . . . no, not yet!