Dogging? ... maybe.

The car glided quietly to a stop. Art grinned that 'I know but you don’t' grin. Maddy smiled back but behind a clenched fist that she waved in her boyfriend's face.

As her eyes became accustomed to the gloom she could make out five, six, seven or more shadowy figures; some moving slowly, others static, and some though not walking were at the same time not still.

Art's grin broadened as Maddy looked at him in mystification as she pointed to a shadow that seemed to be experiencing an epileptic fit while still standing. It was her turn to grin in response to her friend's mime of vigorously stroking his cock.

The pair merged their lips in a kiss; their tongues performing a fiery tango, so much so that both had to wipe the others' saliva off their own face.

Outside the car, in the welcome cool of the night air the couple made their way closer to where the most action was taking place. They were immediately accepted among the guys surrounding a car, who gave them but a cursory glance before returning to what attracted them. Maddy was dressed in her dark motorcycle gear and with her black hair cropped short looked little different to the dark shapes around her.

While Art made to get a closer look at what action was happening at the car his girlfriend made towards a guy having a 'fit'. As she moved around him she saw that indeed he was pumping at his cock. So furiously was he beating at it that he was bent over, supporting himself with one hand on a tree trunk.

With a roar the guy swung around, tossing his head in the air as a powerful spurt of cum was ejected from his cock. Maddy tried to step out of the way but she couldn’t make it far enough, the white globules splattered over her boots; she grunted.

“Hey, sorry bud”, apologized the masturbator, “had to rip the first one off before my turn at the pussy, don’t wanna cum too soon”, he cackled. He shuffled off in the direction of the car, his pants falling to his feet. Maddy followed and wiped his cum off her boot onto his underwear lying at his feet as he waited his turn at “the pussy”.

A hand clasped hers and Art tugged her away and around the front of the vehicle where he sat her on the metalwork, took her face in his hands and mashed his mouth on hers. She reached to the front of his jeans; there, she was impressed or maybe disappointed to find that there was no hardness straining at the zip to be free to be handled as only she knew how.

“You didn’t see anything you liked?” she enquired. He just winked as his middle finger pressed hard at her pants where they covered her pussy, raking back and forth causing her thong to be pushed between her pussy lips. At his insistence Maddy slid off the vehicle and followed to the other side where at an open window a guy stood on the tips of his toes so that the guy inside could reach to suck his dick.

The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end; this was the first time she had ever seen one guy giving another a blow-job; strangely, it excited her and she felt the fabric of her thong begin to act as a wick to the the juices that now began to flow from within her pussy. Art's hand tightened around hers. They smiled at each other.

Once again her boy friend escorted Maddy around the car to where they had begun their voyeuristic adventure. From this new angle she could see what, or who it was that got the men so excited. Her hands planted firmly on the back seat, her butt supported on long slim legs, stood “the pussy”. One man was feverishly pumping the hard length of his meat, from tip to base into the female and although the beam of a flash-light illuminated the action Maddy wasn’t sure just which of the girl's orifices was receiving the pounding.

“Man! Feed it to me, fuck my tight ass”, the female's voice was thick with desire to receive the man's cock, and revealed to all present that she took and enjoyed dick anally.

Maddy knew just what the squeeze of Art's hand on hers meant. She too delighted in anal sex, indeed, as far as she was concerned it was the culmination of the best of love making to feel a guy's girth opening up her anus.

Between the girl's legs a guy was perched in what Maddy could only think was the most uncomfortable position. The sounds of his mouth sucking and lapping at her pussy told anyone sufficiently interested that he didn’t mind at all any discomfort; the delight of tasting this pussy overcame any obstacle.

With a series of grunts the guy thrust his dick hard into the car-girl's ass and held it there; she in turn exalted as the hot prize that she wanted sped it way deep in her innards. The guys paused, breathing heavily, a look of complete satisfaction on his face.

Without more thought the girl at the car door turned on one heel, depriving the guy between her thighs of his treasured if temporary source of sexual delight. She fell over him as she dropped to her knees, grabbing the cock of the man that just fucked her ass, and she began to swallow the staff devouring the remnants of his orgasm and of her anal secretions. Maddy suddenly felt the need to clear her throat.

Suddenly she wanted to get back to his car and to feel Art's thick cock buried inside her; she already accepted the fact that as they fucked flash-lights would be probing at her ass, her pussy... no problems as long as the car doors were locked... at any rate, this time...

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