The first time
Well, there's always a first time, isn't there. And you never forget it, ever. And although I'd overheard most of the men talking about Dogging and pretended I knew what they meant, I never actually asked, because I didn't want to be a silly girl and admit to a thirteen-year-old's ignorance. But when Martin said “Let's go Dogging tonight!” I just owned up.
     “What's Dogging? We don't have a dog and I prefer cats anyway!”
     “And I love your Pussy,” he said and slid his hand inside my dressing gown and up between my thighs. I tingled when his thumb entered my See You Next Tuesday and I nearly spilt the coffee! And then he told me that it was where you went to fuck strangers. And I suppose I must have looked shocked, because he laughed and reminded me that we had been strangers that first night we met at The Gents and he fucked me for the first time. And I blushed.
     And he explained about these kinda secret places where people met up, usually at night, but sometimes during the day, and some Men liked to fuck while others watched and some just liked to watch and wank, and he said it was a bit like his job as an Advocate, because they are supposed to never turn down a case and take whoever and whatever case they have turns up at their Chambers, and it sounded a bit like a Prostitute, because I had read a bit about that, and he laughed and said “no money changes hands, it's just for fun.” and while I still felt it was much the same thing, even if it was free, I agreed. More out of curiosity, than a burning desire to be fucked by strangers.
     Martin drove us that evening, into an Industrial Estate which had emptied for the night and, at the end of a cul-de-sac where the paved road stopped at the gate into a field, where a car park had been made by widening the road on both sides, and about a dozen other cars were parked in a kind of circle. He pulled up behind a Land Rover and we got out. I was dressed in what Martin called 'Sexy Casual', wearing stockings and suspenders and no panties, and high heel shoes; there were several small groups around several cars and I could see a number of girls and women already giving hand-jobs, blow-jobs or being fucked while several guys stood and watched, with their cocks already in their hands. It wasn't fully dark, and we were quickly spotted.

     The first guy to reach us had a thick cock standing to attention above a hairy scrotum and invited me to have a suck. I bent over – I didn't want to ladder my stockings on the rough ground – and held his cock to guide it into my mouth. I soon licked and sucked him until he was about to cum, when he pulled it out and shot his load over my face. There was a cheer, and he waved as he stepped aside and let another – big and fat – guy take his place: “turn around and bend over,” he ordered and I obeyed. He must have had a tube of KY Jelly in his pocket, for I soon felt him rubbing the cold jell into my arse, followed by his thumb and then his cock which he pushed deep in, before taking hold of my hips and proceeding to rock me back and forth on his pole. I don't know how long it took, but he also pulled out before cumming and shot his load over my buttocks.
          After that it seemed that the whole car park was full of people. Martin led me over to a picnic table sat me on it and I lay back, He entered me, holding my legs up by my ankles, and gave a Master Class. He held on as long as he could, while I sucked off a stranger at the side, and they both came at about the same time, but without withdrawing. I felt Martin's load shoot up inside me and my mouth was filled with the other guy's, which I swallowed. From then it was one after another. There seemed to be more guys than cars, and about half-a-dozen girls. At one point, I had to take a break and smoked a cigarette with a couple of the girls who introduced themselves as Trixie and Sue. They had been doing this regularly for years and both came with the husbands. They said they liked the excitement – especially with a stranger, though most of the guys that night were regulars, and they often saw them around town – but the protocol was that the girls never acknowledged the men, unless the men did it first, or you already know them in town anyway.
         “But why come here if you already know them?” I asked, perhaps in my ignorance.
     “Well,” answered Trixie, “most of them are married and their wives think they are meeting their pals in the pub or the Legion. So we couldn't go to their homes and if they came to ours, someone would see.” Which sounded about right. And then she added: “and we're both married too, see? I've got two kids and Sue's gor three.” I must have looked goggle-eyed, because they both must surely have only been in their twenties, and Sue laughed, and asked, “do you know what the guys call us?”
    I was too ashamed to say the first things that popped into my head, because they were really nice girls, so I shook my head.
     “MILFS!” they chorused and laughed at my look of incomprehension, then Trixie explained: “a Milf is – a 'Mom I'd Love to Fuck', M, I, L, F. I guess it's American, cos who in Scotland calls their Mum 'Mom'?” I laughed with them then, but thinking of Dr Montgomery and my Mum – the MILF he'd certainly begun fucking, stopped me. And thankfully, before this conversation got too personal for me, that was when martin came over and asked if we were ready to Rock and Roll, because the other girls needed a break and there were still Punters ready to enjoy the evening. So we stubbed out our fags and got back into acrtion. My clothes had been pretty much discarded long ago – it was good to be with Martin, because he took care of all that kinda thing. And after the first few guys, which had been quite different from what I expected, I'd been enjoying myself. I didn't bother about what the Men looked like – fat, thin (though usually Fat!) young or old (usually older than Martin) – and just concentrated on getting as much out of their cocks as possible.