Crazy Eight

5 - Shelly’s Story

After university, I wanted to take a break, so I started working at my parents' pub while I decided what I wanted to do. They served a limited selection of food, and the kitchen was run by a guy called Brian. He was about 10 years older than me, ex-army, single, a nice guy and a darn good chef… and he was also quite good-looking. After the kitchen had closed, Brian would often sit in the bar drinking mainly water to rehydrate, and often on quiet nights, we would chat.

I had overheard a couple of guys earlier talking in hushed tones about how Beadenhall Woods was a local dogging hot spot. My knowledge of dogging was what I had read and seen online. I knew it was supposedly where people have sex in public, and others sometimes joined in, but I had always viewed it with scepticism, as I suspected it was greatly exaggerated or made up. I said as much to Brian later, but he confirmed it was true, and it was the current hotspot.

I was curious and probed, asking, “Do people really have sex where you can watch? Where they get out of their cars and have sex with strangers?” to each question, Brian smiled and said yes. I still scoffed, but he confirmed he had seen it with his own eyes, and then he asked me if I wanted to judge for myself.

I was 23 at the time and considered myself a woman of the world. Bearing in mind what I got up to at university, I thought I had seen it all, but this was something new. Sure, I had seen others having sex; after all, I used to watch Victoria enough times. I also knew about sex with strangers, having had more than one knee-trembler against the wall outside the student union bar with a guy I had only just met. This all sounded surreal and something I had to witness for myself.

After finishing my shift at 11, I left my parents to lock up, telling them I was just nipping out with Brian without telling them where. As we drove in Brian’s car, I started to get nervous and quizzed him about it. “Could I just watch? Would it be safe? Did we have to perform?” The last question was a bit loaded, as I wouldn’t have minded if he had said yes, as I did fancy him.

He spoke with obvious experience as he explained that I could do as much as I wanted and others would respect that. Then added with a laugh that what I did with him would have to be on the understanding that I didn’t tell my parents, as he wanted to keep his job. I found that hilarious at the thought of telling my parents I had visited a dogging site in the first place.

When we got to the car park near the woods, Brian turned off the lights, explaining that flashing them was to draw attention. Sure enough, a car less than 50 feet away started to flash its lights, and the interior light came on. Brian had explained that the protocol was that if the performers were in the car, then you watched; if they got out, it was open to negotiation. We got out and walked over to the car that already had half a dozen men gathered around it. I held Brian’s hand tightly, more from nerves than anything else.

I watched dry-mouthed as the woman in the car had her feet on the dashboard and was using a dildo on herself. Her window was open and she was sucking the cock of a man who had his jogging bottoms round his ankles. A man standing next to me casually asked me if I was joining in, and I could see he had his semi-erect cock out as he slowly fisted it. I shook my head, and he just shrugged and moved to the next car.

The occupants of the next car had spread a blanket on the ground, and the woman was on her back with her legs wrapped around what I assumed was the driver of the car. People stood around watching, mostly men wanking, though there was another couple just watching.

Then, to my surprise, one of the group of men, a short bald guy, announced that as soon as the current man had finished, the next could fuck his wife. Almost on cue, the man on the ground yelled as he came before pulling out, keeping the now full condom in place. The next man rolled on a fresh condom before taking his place between the thighs of the bald man’s wife.

I could see Brian was aroused by the bulge in his jeans, but was resisting the urge to pull his cock out. I was pretty turned on myself as the second man had finished, and the rest of the men were wanking over her as she lay there. I whispered in Brian’s ear that if he wanted to get his cock out, he should, but he was still undecided. Deciding to take the bull by the horns, or rather the cock by the hand, I unbuckled and unzipped him to allow his quite reasonable cock to spring free.

I gripped it firmly and gave it a few tugs, but then decided that I wanted to taste him. He leaned back against a car, and I knelt between his legs and started to work my mouth up and down his shaft. I was so engrossed I didn’t notice we had an audience. I am not sure if Brian noticed, but he didn't seem to care as he rocked his hips into my mouth. Then he groaned and spurted his seed into my throat. I have never been one to waste cum, and I swallowed greedily until his balls were fully drained.

As he withdrew, another cock was placed in front of my face, and I had an instant decision: stand or suck. Deciding to take the latter option, I sucked the stranger into my mouth, working my head until his seed joined that of Brian’s. As he pulled away, a third cock took its place and I realised that I couldn’t really refuse.

I swallowed seven loads that night, and as Brian drove me home, he kept telling me that was the sexiest thing he had ever seen. Before we got to the pub, I insisted he pull into an unlit alleyway. Getting out, I slipped off my knickers and bent over the boot. As I lifted my skirt over my hips, I asked him to fuck me until I couldn't stand.

That was the start of our relationship, and we would go out at least once a week to dogging sites. The agreement was that whatever he did to me first, I would allow all others to do the same, for the rest of the night. He, of course, told the rest of the guys this, and they would wait with bated breath to see what we would be doing. One week it might be a blow job, the next pussy, and one week he lubed his cock and pushed it into my ass. I wasn’t an anal virgin, and I think I must have cum more knowing that there would be more after him. I lost count at nine and was sure there were more. I know there was still seed flowing out 24 hours later.

*****

There was an older couple, more my parents' age, who were regulars in the pub, whom I used to get on well with, and they always stayed for the late-night lock-in drinking. One night, I had finished up behind the bar and sat talking to them, discussing my plans for the future, and it was Marilyn who remarked about how I would be a great catch for some lucky young man, then added playfully, or woman. Her husband, Malcolm, hushed her and tried to change the subject, but she was having none of it and the more he tried to close her down, the more she revealed.

It eventually transpired that they were swingers, and there was quite an active swinging community. I wasn’t shocked but more fascinated as I quite fancied an older man and was also bi, as Victoria knows. I asked the obvious question about my parents, but Malcolm smiled as he told me that while my Mum might have been interested, my father would never have countenanced the idea. I didn’t press but got the impression that my Mum was a bit of a goer in her day, maybe that was where I inherited it from.

I spoke with Brian as we were pretty much a permanent item by then, and he was as keen as I was to go, so between us, we begged them to invite us. At first, they looked dubious, but after agreeing that we would never breathe a word to my parents, they agreed to us coming to the party they were holding the following weekend. I was nervous all week, and when we got there on Saturday night and rang the bell, it suddenly dawned on me, I hadn’t asked if I should bring a bottle.

Marilyn answered the door wearing just a silk robe, which she divested herself of as soon as she closed the front door behind us. Taking us into the lounge, she introduced us to a variety of couples, some I knew, but most I didn’t. They were in a variety of states of dress, or rather undress, ranging from fully clothed to just chatting. Just behind where we stood, there was a woman who was blowing a seated man while another was fucking her from behind. Brian whispered in my ear, it was just like going dogging but warmer.

Malcolm gave me a drink and couldn’t help laughing when he saw me glance at his cock. He explained that the hosts of the party always started naked, and the rest could join in as they wished. He could see I was a little nervous and reassured me that they had a very strict, ‘no means no’ policy.

The thing that struck me the most about the group was that nearly all of them were my parents' age. The exception was a man who was only a few years older than me, chatting to a couple as he casually fondled the breast of his companion, who was a lot older.

Deciding to get into the swing of things quickly, I asked Malcolm if I could give him a blow job as a thank you. I could see he was both excited and chuffed that I wanted to, and asked me if I wanted to go somewhere private. I just laughed, dropped to my knees, and began sucking his semi-erect cock. To my surprise, it quickly rose to impressive hardness as I took him deeper into my mouth. I felt hands undressing me as I sucked, and glancing to one side, I saw Marilyn’s smiling face, and on the other side, an unknown, almost naked woman. Brian had vanished to the other side of the room, where a couple were undressing him and taking turns in sucking his cock.

As they removed my clothes, I felt slim fingers caressing my flesh while other fingers probed my soaking pussy, and it wasn’t long before I felt Marilyn’s tongue lapping at my folds. Her tongue was replaced by a cock as a guy entered me from behind, forcing me onto Malcolm's cock. It wasn’t long before Malcom gripped my head and pumped his load into my mouth as the other guy unloaded deep inside.

As they both moved away, I could see Brian was chatting with an older woman and whatever she was saying, I could tell by the look on his face he was engrossed. Before I could join him, Malcolm introduced me to a man whom I vaguely knew from the pub, but when he came in for a drink, he had a lot more clothes on.

Brian was right, it was like dogging for posh people and in the safety of a home, but it was fun. As we drove home, he kept babbling on about this woman he had talked to and the place she knew out in the country. I nearly crashed the car when he told me that it was a place where women went to be fucked by dogs. I asked him if that was what he wanted of me, and he didn’t pause before he answered ‘yes’.

When we got to the small flat we shared, we looked up dog porn on the internet and for the first time I watched women being fucked by dogs. Even though we had both had sex that evening, we were buzzing as we tore off each other’s clothes as the videos played. I was on all fours in front of the large computer screen as he fucked me from behind, telling me how he wanted to see the dogs taking me like a bitch in heat. I was so turned on at the thought that my orgasms were even bigger than they had been all evening.

Over the next few weeks, we chatted…watched videos…fucked like crazy…repeated the cycle. We talked about the whole thing from every angle you could think of, but always ended up with the same conclusion: we both wanted me to be fucked by a dog.

A few weeks later, Brian drove us to an isolated farm, the electric gates covered by CCTV. Once inside the building, a man sat with us and asked a series of questions ranging from our health through to how many dogs we wanted and if we wanted it recorded. I was speechless as I sat in the chair listening to Brian tell them what we had discussed earlier. For my first time, we wanted just one dog, no anal, nor me giving oral, also Brian was to be with me as the dog fucked me. We declined their offer of a professional recording, but Brian had his camera phone to capture the whole thing. Brian then handed over an envelope which had cash inside, but I have no idea how much, as the man simply took it and smiled.

The man then led me to a small room that seemed almost sterile, and in the middle was a padded bench that had restraints on each corner. He assured me that on this occasion, there was no need for the restraints, but the dogs had been trained to associate the bench with breeding, especially if a bitch was on it. His words reassured me, “If it gets too much or you change your mind, then just get up from the bench and the dog will lose interest.”

Of course, what he didn’t tell me was getting up from the bench was nigh on impossible once a dog weighing as much as me was mounted and locked in, not that it mattered, as I never once tried to stand anyway.

They told me they had chosen a Golden Retriever for my first time, as it was a passive dog that didn’t mind people around while it was fucking and was used to the bitch not always responding correctly. While they went to collect the dog, I stripped and placed everything in a plastic box that they had provided. As I stood there shivering, mainly from nerves, Brian kept reassuring me that it would all be fine and I didn’t need to worry about it. Despite it being like a hospital room, I was hugely turned on and could feel my wetness as I knew that in minutes, I was going to be like the women in the clips we had watched.

The man and a female dog handler led the dog in which seemed calm enough and, if anything, slightly disinterested. The man told me to get on the bench, and suddenly things changed very quickly. Suddenly, the dog strained at the leash, and when the handler released him, he was straight over to check me out.

From my position, I was on all fours and slightly raised from the ground. The knee rests meant I was fully open from behind, and I saw Brian move out of eyeshot to begin filming. I felt the dog's cold, wet nose sniff at me, no doubt detecting my arousal, then it licked me with its wonderful, rough, flexible tongue. Within a couple of licks, I was cumming on the dog’s tongue as it lapped up my juices as fast as I produced them.

I worried that the dog would remove all lubrication from me, which was an unfounded concern, as at that point, I knew nothing about pre-cum. The woman uttered a command, and I felt the dog lift itself onto my back and grip my hips as it started to thrust. Its soft, warm belly fur caressed my back as its cock slid over my ass cheeks seeking my cunt. I felt the woman’s hand as she grabbed its cock and pointed it to my opening. When she released her hand, the dog jerked forward, and my whole world changed forever.

I have been fucked by a wide range of men, but not one of them compared to that dog. Its cock was hot inside, and he moved with a speed and intensity that I had never experienced before. I had asked for Brian to be there in case I needed to hold his hand, but all I could do was grip the bench to brace myself against the relentless assault. Within what seemed like minutes, I felt something banging against my pussy lips, like it was trying to put its balls in me. The sheer immenseness of the whole thing sent my head into overdrive, and I convulsed in orgasm on the dog’s cock. That extra lubrication and the spasming of my pussy allowed the dog to drive its knot inside me.

There was that moment of initial shock that made me yell, and then the fear of being torn as it started to swell inside. That was all quickly replaced as its knot came to rest on my g-spot and started to pulse. I came and I came hard. Each jet of red-hot dog cum made me orgasm, and the throbbing seemed to carry on forever. Brian told me afterwards that he had never known me cum that many times and for that long, then he showed me on the video.

Brian drove us home as I was totally drained. My cunt felt like it had been battered, and my insides were like mush, and I am sure I must have looked a mess with my hair matted to my face. The nice thing was how Brian kept going on about how it was the sexiest thing he had ever seen, then he paused before he asked me how I felt. I looked at him and smiled as I croaked, “I would do this every day if I could.”

*****

Of course, the practicalities of living in a small one-bedroom flat meant we couldn't get our own dog, but we did visit the farm a lot. They asked for contributions towards the upkeep, something that was waived if we agreed to the films being used commercially. As I wore a mask, I couldn't see any problems, so I became a bit of a film star and got paid in dog cock. We still went dogging and sometimes swapping parties, but this became our once-a-month treat.

*****

The fifth or sixth time we went, I was panting in the passenger seat as I thought about what was going to happen in the next few hours. I was going to be locked in a large cage, and a group of dogs would be let in to breed me. The only control was that the dogs were all muzzled to avoid them biting each other, but apart from that, they were free to do as they wished. We had signed many more disclaimers before it was agreed, so all there was to decide was how many dogs.

I had talked to Brian and asked him what he thought, but he was happy to leave it to me. Remembering the name of the group back at university, I firmly stated eight. As I stripped off, I could see the dogs were in small cages adjoining the large cage, and all were muzzled and their paws covered to avoid scratches. They were all the same breed of short-haired hunting dogs, and although they looked small in stature, the man had assured us that they were all well-endowed. They were all related, which is why they would be happy to work as a team rather than just try to fight.

He did mention that this time I would be restrained and no other humans would be there, so the dogs would find their way naturally. This could, of course, result in mistakes happening that they couldn’t be held responsible for. I wasn’t sure what he meant and looked at Brian in confusion, who laughed as he said one word, “Anal.” I thought about it for a moment. I had never done anal with a dog, but had with men on many occasions and always enjoyed it, so I nodded that it would be OK.

I have never been more frightened than I was when I entered the enclosure and draped myself over the padded bench, and this time the padded restraints were attached to my wrists and ankles. Part of the deal was that the whole episode would be filmed and distributed, with us getting 20% of the profits, which is why I wore a full head mask in a caricature of a puppy. Once the restraints were in place, the handlers withdrew, and the hidden cameras started recording.

I heard the click of the locks to release the cage doors, and all hell broke loose around me. They had warned me that there would be squabbling at first as the dogs established a pack order, hence the muzzles to avoid them harming each other. For the next five minutes, I was largely ignored as they fought over me as the prize, though every so often, one would push his muzzle painfully against my pussy and poke its tongue through the muzzle to lick me. When another dog realised what was happening, he would barge the first licker out of the way and try it himself.

Eventually, things seemed to calm a bit, and the dogs just stared and snapped at each other before the alpha dog approached me from behind. He sniffed once, then stopped and looked around, almost to tell the other dogs, “This bitch is mine.”

He rose and jabbed a few times, and mercifully, he found the right hole, as I think if he had found my ass, he would have raped that. Instead, he took my cunt with a ferocity that had me screaming in orgasm even before he forced his knot into me. Normally, once knotted, the dog pretty much stops moving, but this dog was so pumped up he continued to try to fuck as he started pumping, making his knot tug painfully against my insides. After a while, he calmed a little as his balls emptied, but there was still the odd snarl and snap as number two wanted their turn. Not that it fully registered on me, as I was cumming on his knot as it pulsed inside.

Number one pulled out, having sated themself for the moment, as number two tried to lick out the seed but was prevented by the muzzle. Frustrated by his attempt to lick, he mounted and slammed into me, his knot almost entering on the first attempt. He fucked with almost the same intensity as number one, his claws gripping my hips as he thrust in and out. It didn’t take as long for him to knot me, and he quickly swelled before pumping me full.

Number two pulled out, and his place was taken by number three, who drove deep on the first thrust, making me cum. His knot was entering me, but he was still excited, so he didn’t stop his movements. I could feel his hot breath on my ear as he panted with effort, and when he started to swell, I screamed with pleasure.

Once number three had finished, he was replaced by number four, but I was starting to tune out as my whole world started to become one big orgasm. I was feeling a little sore, but that was caused mainly by the dog pulling out while their knot was still partially swollen. As number five entered me, I could hear the escaping seed and juices squelching as it fucked me in a frenzy. They were all the same breed, but like humans, dogs vary in size, and this one felt bigger. When he knotted and swelled even more, I could feel every ripple of his pulsing knot.

When five pulled away, there was a loud plop as the stored-up seed gushed out onto the floor. It must have been the copious amount of lubrication that caused number six to miss and drive half his cock into my ass. I tried to scream, but my voice was hoarse from the continual orgasms, and what emerged was a squeak. The dog was obviously happy with the hole he had found and fucked deeper with each thrust. I attempted to move away, but the restraints on the breeding bench held me firmly in position as the dog raped my ass.

My protests fell on deaf ears, and when it penetrated my brain what it was the dog was going to do next, I tried to clamp my ass shut. The sheer power of the dog drove it relentlessly forward, and at the point it pushed its knot into my ass, I momentarily passed out. When I regained consciousness, I could feel the knot swelling inside and the seed starting to fill my bowels. There weren’t the same sensations as when a dog knots my pussy, but at the same time, it wasn’t unpleasant once I adjusted to the discomfort.

I whimpered and yelled in pain as the dog tried to pull out of my ass, and the first few attempts to dismount were unsuccessful. Eventually, he did pull out, and my ass felt weirdly open and empty as number seven mounted. Mercifully, he found my cunt with his first thrust and proceeded to fuck me in the more traditional manner. It was strange feeling his fur tickle my oversensitive anal ring, and if I am honest, not unpleasant. When he knotted me, it was pure joy to feel his knot pulsing in the right place, against my g-spot.

Seven pulled out, and what I thought was the final dog mounted me, his enthusiasm no less than the first.

As number eight left my back, I felt another dog mount and his hard cock stabbing at me. I tried to count up in my head how many had gone before him and was pretty certain it was eight. I found out from Brian later that, in fact, it was number two having a second go, but at the time, I had no idea. I had yet another orgasm as he fucked me, which seemed to roll into him, knotting and filling me.

I felt the restraints unfastened and Brian’s strong hands lifting me from the bench as I was unable to move on my own volition. As I stood, I felt the fluids from my pussy gush onto the floor and form a puddle at my feet. I giggled, which sent more fluids cascading down my inner thighs like a warm waterfall. I felt lightheaded, filled with a sense of euphoria like I was drunk or high.

In the changing room was a bath that I sank into gratefully, easing my aching muscles. I winced as Brian soaped the scratches, and I could see he was clearly excited and asked how I felt, as it was the hottest thing he had ever seen. I said nothing but unzipped him and sucked his cock into my mouth.