Open For Business and well stocked!
On the next evening, Thursday I think, we went Dogging again. I was getting used to the practice, and had dressed in my most casual gear. As none of the men seemed to dress specially, and my clothes weren't likely to stay on, there didn't seem to be any point in what I wore.
     This time we went to a different car park, and there was an entirely different crowd. There were only half a dozen females and again I was by far the youngest, though several of the women were probably in their twenties. I think three of them had come together and there were two other couples apart from Martin and me.
     Even before I got out of the car, I had sucked a couple of the Men off and then one helped me into the back and he got in with me. There wasn't a lot of room, but that didn't stop him getting on top of me and giving me a hard shag. By the time he was finished, I saw one guy who had been watching and wanking himself, had a condom full of spunk hanging from his cock. He pulled it off and handed it to me. I asked him what he wanted me to do with it: “Drink it up,” he ordered and I held it up by the little nipple on the end and poured and squeezed the contents into my mouth. It wasn't warm, but I swirled it around my mouth before swallowing it. He looked quite pleased with himself. “How old are you?” he asked.
     “How old do you want me to be?” I asked him back.
     “Old enough to fuck,” he said with a smile.
     “Well, if you think you can manage, I'm open to suggestions!”
     That was the green light to him and he helped me out of the car and asked me to wrap my legs around his waist. He lifted me up and as I gripped tight with my legs, he slid his cock inside me. I started kinda jiggling about on it and he began to get a pelvic thrust going and soon had me bouncing up and down in time with him. It was strange to be so close, face to face, as most of the men seemed to want to avoid that. I had my arms around his neck and soon he was kissing me too. He wasn't a smoker and his tongue tasted minty, he must have been sucking mints or chewing gum, and I enjoyed the taste of him. Eventually, he stopped bouncing me, and let my weight drive his cock deep inside me, which was when I felt his gush of spunk inside. His cock was in my See You Next Tuesday and his tongue was down my throat and I was really enjoying myself when I felt a pair of hands on my buttocks and another cock being pushed up my bum. The two guys swapped me without my feet touching the ground. The second Man swung me round, one of my legs went over his head and then he had me facing him, with me impaled on his cock, and my arms round his neck. And he began doing what the other had done. I really enjoyed the fact that I didn't have to do much except hank on tight!
     When he came, I squeezed my anal mussel tight round his cock and his eyes lit up, which was when he decided to kiss me and thrust his tongue into my mouth. Eventually, he pulled out and lowered me to the ground. My legs felt like jelly, and I had to sit in the open boot or I would have probably fallen down. Which was how I got my fourth fuck of the night – from a big, fat guy who spread my legs wide and high and leaned right over me. He was pretty heavy, and I was only little, but when he realised that I was in danger of being squashed. He put his hands on the floor and supported himself.
     “Are you alright?” he asked, with a look of genuine concern ion his face. “Am I too big for you?”
     “Oh, your cock is good, I like something that properly fills me, it was just your body on top of me that was pressing the air out of my chest.”
     That seemed to interest him and he slid one of his hands up under my tee-shirt. He seemed amused. “You're not very big there, then,” he said, and I didn't know if it was a question or a statement. He smiled: “It's nice to have a chick instead of the old hens,” he laughed. “Some of them are well past egg-laying!”
     “Are you a Farmer/” I asked, though I didn't really want to know anything about the guys. Martin had told me that these meetings are all about sex, “no names, no pack drill,” he'd advised. “Not me,” said the guy, “I'm a trucker. My wife has lost interest in sex and this is the only way I can get any, but I do really like young girls, and you are quite a find!”
     “Why, thank you, sir, she said,” I said, and he stroked my cheek and popped one of his fingers into my mouth. I sucked it and he looked like he was in some kind of heaven, which was when I felt him cum. I just gave another couple of blow-jobs and Martin suggested we go back to the cottage. And it was on the drive back, that he told me the news!
     He had received a letter from Jimmy. He was coming tomorrow and wanted to spend the weekend with us! Oh WOW! I was so happy, I unzipped his trousers and leaned over. His cock sprang up and I licked it then took it in my mouth. I could taste the women he had been with and that kinda excited me. I'd hardly spoken with any of them that night – which I was a bit sorry about – but now I had the taste of them in my mouth, along with Martin's semen. I was really beginning to be able to identify the different smells and flavours. My sense of smell has never been great – probably an asset for Dogging – but my sense of taste was getting plenty of practice at distinguishing the subtle differences between one man and another, and now I could taste women too. But my heart was going nineteen to the dozen at the thought of finally getting to meet the Great Man Himself! YIPPEE!!!