Helen goes dogging pt1
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Helen was now using a tissue to clean the cum from her skin. "I wish we still had a drop of that wine left." She remarked.
"I don't, otherwise you wouldn't have had the bottle to play with!"
"That's true." She agreed. "Bloody hell, Steve, whatever got into me to do that?"
"A wine bottle!"
They looked at each other. Helen because the remark seemed so obvious, and Steve because the remark was intentionally obvious and he wanted to judge the result. Steve grinned, Helen smiled, and they both began to giggle. Then they were both laughing uncontrollably in an emotional release.
"You stupid sod." Helen told him, still laughing.
Tension released Helen looked at Steve. "Right, are you ready for me?"
"Do you always ask silly questions?" He countered
"Well, if you are, get your things off, I'm not shagging you fully dressed with me starkers!"
With a discreet and incongruous look around to make sure no one was watching, Steve began wriggling out of his clothes. This time he was watched by Helen.
By now Dinah had finished her display and her car was gone, but on the far side of the park a van was acting as shelter for two couples who were taking it in turns to offer up the ladies to be shagged, and this, naturally was getting all the attention. While this diversion was ongoing Helen and Steve slipped naked from their car and went quickly and quietly through the narrow band of trees to the clearing Steve had spoken of.
It was just as he had promised, except that he had not mentioned the soft moonlight or the warm and gentle breeze that still raised goose bumps on their skin. Helen lay on the grass holding her arms open for Steve, but when he made to lie on top of her she pulled him down beside her instead.
"In a minute, Steve, let me just say something first."
He looked at her puzzled, but nodded his agreement.
"Let me first say thank you for bringing me here tonight." She placed a finger across his lips to silence his response. "It really has been quite an eye-opener for me. I have seen things, both in the park and in me, that I never dreamed existed. Up till now only one person had ever watched me masturbate, and that just using my fingers. Up till now I have only ever had sex in private, and up till now I've never watched strangers fucking. I feel quite liberated. I don't know if I'll ever do this again, I'm not sure how acting like such a slut is going to sit with me in the morning, but I'll never ever be shy about sex any more, that's for sure. So thank you very much. Please fuck me! I need to feel a cock in me now."
Helen pulled Steve on top of her, spreading her legs and shifting slightly to accommodate him as she felt the tip of his cock nudging her pussy. She was still sticky with the remains of two loads of cum, still slippery from the mix of KY and her own juices, but neither she nor Steve cared, they both needed this fuck.
Steve's cock slid easily into Helen, deep and hard, in one thrust. He was so ready to fuck and she so ready to receive him. Immediately he began to thrust heavily into her, pulling right back then plunging to full depth in hard deliberate strokes, taking her, dominating her, fucking her! He had waited all evening for this. He had watched others fuck, watched her play with her own cunt, looked on as she filled herself with an inanimate object, and seen her spattered with other men's spunk, even rubbed her clit to help her to orgasm, but during all that time he had never tried to get his own release. During the entire evening he had watched out for, and supported, this dogging virgin with an aching scrotum and outsize erection, and now he was taking his own pleasure. He was going to fill her so full of cum that she would drown from the inside!
For Helen this was just what she needed. She had behaved like a total tart, exhibited herself to strangers, done things she's never considered before, even down to inviting strangers to shoot their cum over her, and having come down from her state of total lust, she was now feeling just a little bit ashamed. A good 'proper' fuck would redress the balance; give her something to remember of the evening that she could actually tell her friends about. So, even though her pussy was sore from stretching and accommodating a wine bottle – a wine bottle for fucks sake! -, she accepted Steve's cock gratefully, pushing up against him as he thrust into her. She wrapped her arms around his back and held him to her, wanting and needing the full body contact this gave.
It was never going to be the longest fuck on record, Steve's state of high arousal would not allow that, but it certainly became one of the most energetic. As Steve gave vent to the frustrations of the evening her pounded into Helen harder and harder, slamming her back against the grass, marking the inside of her thighs with his hips and bruising her pussy where he thumped his body against it. It hurt her. She was already tender from her exertions and Steve's hammering added to her discomfort. But it was a cathartic discomfort, one she needed and enjoyed, cleansing her of guilt for her exploits and reminding her how good 'normal' sex could be. Then with an a****l sound from deep in his throat he came, flooding her with his cream, shooting spurt after spurt deep into her, splashing it over her cervix and into her womb, ramming his cock as far into her as he could, determined that she would receive every drop of his fluids deep inside her pussy.
Helen adored it. She was not going to cum again herself and this gave her the opportunity to enjoy Steve's climax as if by proxy, and in a strange sort of way, to pay him back for looking after her. She felt the discharge of pent up frustration as he released his spunk into her, each gout a little more satisfaction returned to him for his evening's endeavours on her behalf, each spurt she accepted another payment to him.
Soon it was over, Steve lay spent and limp in her arms, his breathing as ragged and laboured as hers had been earlier. She hugged him, stroking the back of his head and kissing his cheek in gratitude. She was content to lie like this for as long as he needed, hoping now that no-one would come along and see them, for that would spoil this ending to her evening. An evening like no other in her life, and an evening that she would both smile to herself and quietly blush about for the rest of her life.
"I don't, otherwise you wouldn't have had the bottle to play with!"
"That's true." She agreed. "Bloody hell, Steve, whatever got into me to do that?"
"A wine bottle!"
They looked at each other. Helen because the remark seemed so obvious, and Steve because the remark was intentionally obvious and he wanted to judge the result. Steve grinned, Helen smiled, and they both began to giggle. Then they were both laughing uncontrollably in an emotional release.
"You stupid sod." Helen told him, still laughing.
Tension released Helen looked at Steve. "Right, are you ready for me?"
"Do you always ask silly questions?" He countered
"Well, if you are, get your things off, I'm not shagging you fully dressed with me starkers!"
With a discreet and incongruous look around to make sure no one was watching, Steve began wriggling out of his clothes. This time he was watched by Helen.
By now Dinah had finished her display and her car was gone, but on the far side of the park a van was acting as shelter for two couples who were taking it in turns to offer up the ladies to be shagged, and this, naturally was getting all the attention. While this diversion was ongoing Helen and Steve slipped naked from their car and went quickly and quietly through the narrow band of trees to the clearing Steve had spoken of.
It was just as he had promised, except that he had not mentioned the soft moonlight or the warm and gentle breeze that still raised goose bumps on their skin. Helen lay on the grass holding her arms open for Steve, but when he made to lie on top of her she pulled him down beside her instead.
"In a minute, Steve, let me just say something first."
He looked at her puzzled, but nodded his agreement.
"Let me first say thank you for bringing me here tonight." She placed a finger across his lips to silence his response. "It really has been quite an eye-opener for me. I have seen things, both in the park and in me, that I never dreamed existed. Up till now only one person had ever watched me masturbate, and that just using my fingers. Up till now I have only ever had sex in private, and up till now I've never watched strangers fucking. I feel quite liberated. I don't know if I'll ever do this again, I'm not sure how acting like such a slut is going to sit with me in the morning, but I'll never ever be shy about sex any more, that's for sure. So thank you very much. Please fuck me! I need to feel a cock in me now."
Helen pulled Steve on top of her, spreading her legs and shifting slightly to accommodate him as she felt the tip of his cock nudging her pussy. She was still sticky with the remains of two loads of cum, still slippery from the mix of KY and her own juices, but neither she nor Steve cared, they both needed this fuck.
Steve's cock slid easily into Helen, deep and hard, in one thrust. He was so ready to fuck and she so ready to receive him. Immediately he began to thrust heavily into her, pulling right back then plunging to full depth in hard deliberate strokes, taking her, dominating her, fucking her! He had waited all evening for this. He had watched others fuck, watched her play with her own cunt, looked on as she filled herself with an inanimate object, and seen her spattered with other men's spunk, even rubbed her clit to help her to orgasm, but during all that time he had never tried to get his own release. During the entire evening he had watched out for, and supported, this dogging virgin with an aching scrotum and outsize erection, and now he was taking his own pleasure. He was going to fill her so full of cum that she would drown from the inside!
For Helen this was just what she needed. She had behaved like a total tart, exhibited herself to strangers, done things she's never considered before, even down to inviting strangers to shoot their cum over her, and having come down from her state of total lust, she was now feeling just a little bit ashamed. A good 'proper' fuck would redress the balance; give her something to remember of the evening that she could actually tell her friends about. So, even though her pussy was sore from stretching and accommodating a wine bottle – a wine bottle for fucks sake! -, she accepted Steve's cock gratefully, pushing up against him as he thrust into her. She wrapped her arms around his back and held him to her, wanting and needing the full body contact this gave.
It was never going to be the longest fuck on record, Steve's state of high arousal would not allow that, but it certainly became one of the most energetic. As Steve gave vent to the frustrations of the evening her pounded into Helen harder and harder, slamming her back against the grass, marking the inside of her thighs with his hips and bruising her pussy where he thumped his body against it. It hurt her. She was already tender from her exertions and Steve's hammering added to her discomfort. But it was a cathartic discomfort, one she needed and enjoyed, cleansing her of guilt for her exploits and reminding her how good 'normal' sex could be. Then with an a****l sound from deep in his throat he came, flooding her with his cream, shooting spurt after spurt deep into her, splashing it over her cervix and into her womb, ramming his cock as far into her as he could, determined that she would receive every drop of his fluids deep inside her pussy.
Helen adored it. She was not going to cum again herself and this gave her the opportunity to enjoy Steve's climax as if by proxy, and in a strange sort of way, to pay him back for looking after her. She felt the discharge of pent up frustration as he released his spunk into her, each gout a little more satisfaction returned to him for his evening's endeavours on her behalf, each spurt she accepted another payment to him.
Soon it was over, Steve lay spent and limp in her arms, his breathing as ragged and laboured as hers had been earlier. She hugged him, stroking the back of his head and kissing his cheek in gratitude. She was content to lie like this for as long as he needed, hoping now that no-one would come along and see them, for that would spoil this ending to her evening. An evening like no other in her life, and an evening that she would both smile to herself and quietly blush about for the rest of her life.
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