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It all stemmed from a couple of unrelated incidents, the first of which had happened some time before when Erin had just reached the age of consent and was exploring the fun of sex with all the unbridled enthusiasm of youth, even though living with her parents at the time meant that most of this exploration had to be done out of doors.

She and her then boyfriend had found a quiet piece of local forest and made love as usual in the romantically dappled sunlight that found its way between the trees. It was a mostly unused stretch of woodland but they still hadn't risked stripping in case they were interrupted and so, although she had taken her panties off, their clothing had otherwise just been pushed up out of the way.

Afterwards they had lain side by side, spent and panting from their exertions but smiling happily at each other, he face down on the forest floor and she still on her back, luxuriating in the feel of a cool breeze on her open thighs and her overheated pussy. She had felt his cum trickling warm from her vagina, cooling as it made its unhurried way over her anus, and she had shivered with pleasure at the sensation. It had been one of their best ever sessions, losing them both in the power and passion of their lovemaking.

Eventually when their breathing was finally back to normal they had tidied themselves up, she giggling at his careful efforts to brush leaf litter from his still damp penis while she shimmied her skirt back into place. Then, hand in hand as always, they had made their way back from the privacy of the woods to the public lane that had brought them there, and as they had stepped from under the trees she had glanced regretfully back - and that is when she had seen the man.

The man had been older, dishevelled, unshaven and grey haired, and scruffily dressed in dirty grey trousers and black jacket. He had been cupping a cigarette to his mouth and letting a steady trickle of smoke drift from his nose, completely relaxed and making no attempt to hide his presence. Where he had been standing was a little to one side but with a good view of where they had laid, and it was clear from his body language that he had been there for some while and had witnessed most, if not all, of their lovemaking. She had gasped and stopped dead in her tracks as she realised they had been seen, and that the voyeur would have been able to see right between her open legs. Her boyfriend had asked her what was wrong, but unable to tell him, she had shaken a nonexistent stone from her shoe and pretended nothing else had happened.

It wasn't that she had been too embarrassed to tell him, nor even that she hadn't wanted his potentially violent reaction to spoil the evening. No, the real reason was that the sudden knowledge that they had been seen had given her an unexpected and tremendous adrenalin rush, a buzz the like of which she had never, ever, experienced. Just knowing that her pussy had been exposed to a stranger, and a down-and-out stranger at that, had immediately given her a thrill almost as strong as an actual orgasm and it had shaken and confused her.

This new excitement had stayed with her and as soon as she got home she had gone straight to her room and masturbated, biting her knuckles in an attempt to quieten her overwhelming arousal. From then on she had often fantasised of someone watching her as she made love, masturbating frequently while wishing that a stranger could see her exposed pussy. With minor variations this had for a while become her favoured fantasy, far ahead of any other.

But then as the novelty had slowly faded and she had split with the boyfriend concerned, newer and more vivid fantasies took over, leaving the episode just a wickedly delicious memory in the recesses of her mind. And there it had stayed until a new incident brought the memory and its effects flooding back.

This time she and her new man had been in each others arms on the back seat of his car, parked in a quiet lay-by on the way home from an evening in town. It was another normally deserted spot, frequented only by couples looking for privacy and the occasional dog walkers destined for a local footpath, and it was their most often used place for a little quiet fun. As usual they had parked at the end of the lay-by furthest from the entrance to the footpath so that any walkers would naturally head away from their car, and so they had ignored headlights pulling into place behind them.

But this time things had been different. For some never understood reason the couple from this newly parked car were headed along the road rather than the footpath, and to do so they had needed to walk past Erin and Jason sprawled along the back seat of the car. By this time Erin's top and skirt had both been pushed up and Jason was sucking and licking her nipples while at the same time his hand massaged and fondled her pussy through the thin material of her pure white thong, something that the couple couldn't fail to notice.

Erin had heard them approach without actually realising it, and it hadn't been until their silhouettes appeared at the window that she knew someone was there. Even so, she was so turned on and so enjoying Jason's attentions that she had tried to ignore them, relying on the fading light to mask their activities and instinctively knowing that a sudden covering up would only attract attention.

But the couple had seen them anyway and had come to an involuntary stop, gazing through the car window in amused surprise at the lovers busy on the back seat. Jason hadn't realised that they had company and so he continued playing with her breasts and pussy, his fingers digging between her cotton covered labia, and without thinking Erin had opened her legs a little wider, letting him play more intimately and letting the couple see more clearly.

She had no idea why she had so instinctively reacted that way, all she knew was that instead of being irritated or embarrassed by the interruption, she had felt a wave of excitement run through her, a thrill just like the one that she had felt so long before in that stretch of woodland. She hadn't wanted her uninvited audience to go away, but to stay and watch, and she had observed them through slitted eyes, her heart suddenly pounding and her pussy lubricating copiously.

"It's been a long time since you did that with me."

The woman's voice had come suddenly and clearly through the car window and had alerted Jason to their presence. In surprise he had snatched his hand away from Erin's crotch and his mouth from her breast, causing her to automatically slam her legs shut and yank her top over her wetly erect nipples.

"We've got a nice warm bed these days." The man's voice had said. "Come on, leave them in peace."

Erin had lain back on the seat as they walked away, bewildered, frustrated and above all angry. Bewildered because she didn't understand her own feelings, frustrated at the abrupt end to her fun and angry both at herself for feeling the way she did and with Jason for reacting with such embarrassment. Why, she had asked herself, why did they have to speak and ruin things and why was Jason so damn shy? If only they had stayed until she'd actually cum it could have been an orgasm to top all orgasms.

Just as before, she had masturbated frantically as soon as she was alone in her room, and just as before this incident had become the foundation for many more solo fantasies, keeping her fingers busy with illogical regularity. The difference this time was that as time went by her fascination with the thought of being watched did not go away, in fact if anything it had become even more intense until it almost reached the point of obsession. She knew eventually that she would have to do something about it, one way or the other, and so one night she broached the subject to Jason.

"Do you remember the couple that caught us in the back seat?" She asked.

"Do I ever!" He replied with a wry grin. "Wrecked things that night didn't they?"

"It didn't need to, though. How did you feel about us being seen?"

He looked at her strangely. "Pissed off and embarrassed, that's how. How did you expect me to feel?"

"I don't know. Didn't it give you a kick?"

"Not half the kick I wanted to give them!"

"But didn't you get a charge from it?" She regarded him closely. "Because in an odd sort of way it turned me on."

"I always knew there was something strange about you."

He was smiling as he said that, but she knew he was being halfway serious and it was time to leave the subject behind. Even so, she couldn't forget it and the next week she returned to it.

"You know if we get caught being sexy again." She began. "Can we pretend we haven't noticed and see what happens?"

Jason looked at her in disbelief. "You're weird! I don't want people seeing me get laid."

She changed tack, trying a different approach.

"What if we saw other people doing it, would that get to you?"

"Maybe." He answered thoughtfully. "But it's still not normal, is it? So don't hold your breath."

That wasn't going to work either, so Erin gave up and nothing more was said by either of them, although it was noticeable that Jason chose a different, more remote place to park up for their late night cuddles from then on. Erin smiled inwardly at his obvious attempt to avoid any interruption, but all the time she was still wrestling with her own feelings and she didn't yet feel strong enough to make an issue of it. She was still caught between her natural shyness, her inbuilt morality, and the tremendous thrill that the two brief episodes of accidental exhibitionism had given her. No way could she be sure that she would be able to go through with showing herself openly to strangers even if she managed to persuade Jason to try, and so she let things rest, relying on chance to resolve the issue for her. It was not for another several weeks that anything more happened.

They had been to a midweek gig headlined by a leading local rock band, and the heavy, throbbing music had got into their veins, making them feel surprisingly randy, too randy for Erin to wait until they reached their out of the way parking spot. It had also brought those two exhilarating incidents back into her mind, perhaps now was a good time to push things a little.

"There's a parking spot about a mile on, Jason. Can you pull in, I need a pee."

The pee wasn't that urgent, but it was a good excuse to park up somewhere different for once.

Jason pulled into the rather linear car park that served a local nature reserve and parked close to the entrance, obviously intending to move on as soon as Erin had done what she needed to. That was not what Erin really wanted.

The ribbon of tarmac that made up the car park disappeared into the dark, with a line of parking bays to each side and the side to which Jason had driven bordering a small picnic area. Erin jumped out and disappeared among the trees to squat out of sight between two of the wooden tables strewn around the area, her return to the car delayed as she hung back out of the sweeping headlights of another car pulling into the park.

This car drove to the far end of the car park before slotting into a vacant spot, and by its headlights Erin was surprised to see six or eight other cars already hidden in the blackness there. She was even more surprised when, almost as soon as the newcomer's headlights had gone out to plunge that part of the park back into darkness, its interior light came on, quickly followed by the sound of car doors quietly opening and closing. She stood at the edge of the grassy border watching, baffled by the activities and curious to know what was happening. She could make out shapes moving past the illuminated windows of the newly parked car, and it seemed to her as if people were clustering around it, though from that distance and in the dark she couldn't be sure of anything.

She got back into the car still trying to make sense what she had seen and hardly noticed that Jason had restarted the engine until he began to reverse out of the parking bay and then she looked at him in disappointed surprise, her eyebrows raised questioningly.

"There are too many cars here." He told her. "We'll go where we normally go."

Sex that night was perfunctory, neither of them doing more than relieving their needs, and she got home irritable and frustrated, certain that she'd missed out on something but not sure what.

The following morning at work she mentioned what had happened and what she'd seen to Denise, a married woman several years older than herself and much more worldly wise.

"Why would people all do that? It was as if they were waiting for that car to arrive." She asked earnestly. "You don't think it was a gang meeting up after doing a crime do you?"

Her workmate laughed openly.

"No luv. I'm pretty sure it wasn't that. Where did you say it was?"

Erin repeated the location and, still laughing, Denise nodded.

"I thought so - that's the local dogging spot." She told her.

Erin looked back in bewilderment.

"You haven't a clue what I'm talking about, have you?"

Erin shook her head. Denise rolled her eyes, took a deep breath and began an explanation.

"People go there to watch each other have sex in their cars. Some people like to watch and some people like to be seen. So they meet there and watch each other. Takes all sorts, doesn't it?"

"You mean deliberately?" Erin was astonished.

"Yes, it suits all of them, both the lookers and the doers. Though I gather it's mostly men that like to watch. And, before you ask, it got called 'dogging' because men used to take dogs with them to give them the excuse that they were walking round the car park to exercise their mutt."

"So the car that pulled in must have had a couple in it who wanted to be watched, and the others were the ones watching?"

Erin was still shocked by the revelations, but a warm glow between her legs told her that her pussy was responding to the idea. If only she'd known at the time. But then, how could she have persuaded Jason to move closer?

"Have you ever done it, Den?" She asked without thinking.

"No luv, I like privacy for my fun, and a nice comfortable bed."

Erin nodded her understanding and wandered away to consider what she'd been told, aware of having a wet pussy and of feeling strangely excited. She knew immediately that she wanted to share in the strange thrill of dogging, the embryonic buzz she had felt before now had a focus; something she knew would amplify it many times. The problem she now faced was how to make it happen, and that meant how could she convince Jason? That evening she rang him, a carefully considered plan in mind.

She had first to tell him what they had seen and, because his knowledge of dogging was as nonexistent as hers before speaking to Denise, she had also to explain to him what dogging entailed.

"So, can we park there another night? I want to see what happens."

"I'm not going to shag in public, if that's what you think, and there's an end to it."

She had expected that reaction.

"Oh, no! I don't mean for us to show off, I want to see what the other people get up to. Don't you fancy watching some beautiful girl getting her rocks off before we go and do it ourselves somewhere else?"

She was lying through her teeth, and she knew it. She was relying on the excitement of the moment to work its magic. The conversation went back and forth, sometimes heated, sometimes reasoning. Erin pleaded, cajoled, blackmailed, and downright browbeat Jason until, eventually, he compromised.

"Alright. If we go there and park with the others, we'll do it just to watch and nothing else. If we do have a cuddle ourselves, we keep our clothes on and we keep the lights off. Okay?"

"Okay, that's what I meant in the first place." Truth took a back seat.

It was three nights later on Friday night when they pulled into that car park once more, and Erin held her breath to see where Jason would park. Fortunately, when they arrived there were only three other cars in little cluster right at the far end, and Jason pulled in level with them but about three parking bays away. Erin didn't point out that it was still fairly early and others would probably fill that gap before the evening was out, or at least she hoped they would.

After a half an hour Erin began to admit that it was a total anticlimax, nothing seemed to be happening and nothing could be seen of the occupants of the nearby cars. Erin's heart had begun by beating hard in excited anticipation but now she was beginning to feel genuine disappointment, and Jason was showing signs of real boredom, fidgeting in his seat and looking around impatiently. It seemed that all the dogs were kennelled that night, or maybe this wasn't the right place after all.

"Give us a cuddle then." Erin told him finally, her frustration needing an outlet. "If nothing's going to happen then it'll be no different from anywhere else, will it?"

"Front seat or back seat?" He asked her, glad of the chance of a little fun of their own.

"Back." She said immediately.

Even the opening and closing of doors that accompanied their move to the rear seats seemed not to have had any effect, for the other cars remained parked dark and lifeless in their slots. Before long they had become absorbed in each other and the idea of seeing someone else making love had been forgotten, or at least pushed to the back of their minds. Cars came and went periodically, but they ignored them, safe in the dark depths of their own rear seat, hands exploring, fumbling and caressing, while mouths kissed each other and licked whatever flesh they could reach.

Soon Erin's panties were on the floor and Jason's fingers were buried deep inside her pussy while his thumb rubbed urgently at her clitoris and his mouth sucked hungrily at her breast. She loved the wet sounds of his fingers driving in and out of her and the feel of his hand banging against her pubic bone as he thrust at her. Along with the tingly feel of his thumb on her clit this was a combination guaranteed to make her cum and she it wasn't long before she was arching her back and biting her lip as her orgasm loomed large. Then from the corner of her eye she saw the inside light of a car come on a couple of bays away from her and the outline of a shadowy figure soon silhouetted against its window.

Now she knew the secret. Now she knew that the signal to be watched was to switch on the interior light, and that otherwise they would be left alone. It made sense, of course it did, and must have saved many an embarrassing mistake, but it wasn't what she wanted.

She was so tempted to flick on their own switch if she thought for a moment that Jason would let her. But she knew for sure that he would never go for that. He just might be persuaded to carry on having sex with her if someone 'happened' to look into their darkened car while they were in the middle of it, but there was no way he was going to deliberately attract attention beforehand. It was a setback, something she had not foreseen as she had laid her careful plan. It seemed now that if she wanted to be spied on then she would have to come up with a better thought out idea, and probably one that didn't include Jason.

She felt disappointed with her discovery, but with Jason's fingers probing deep inside her, she allowed herself to forget it for the moment and to be swept along on the flood of pleasure he was sending through her. At the same time she was very conscious that, only yards away from her and unknown to her own partner, someone was watching another couple having sex and, if they cared to defy custom and turned to look into a darkened car, that they just might see be able to see her in the throes of the orgasm that was about to explode through her. She gripped Jason hard, pulling him firmly against her breast, partly in response to her climax and partly from an intuitive feeling that everything would come to a stop if he knew what was happening.

As she came, groaning and gasping louder than usually, she looked desperately to the side, trying to see if anyone was watching but unable to penetrate the gloom. She thrust upwards with her pelvis, spreading her legs as wide as possible just on the off chance but knowing in her heart that there was no audience for her this time. Even so, the possibility alone was giving her the longest and most powerful orgasm she had enjoyed for a long time.

When it was over she collapsed back into the seat, her chest heaving and legs trembling, and slowly released her grip on Jason's head, still holding him close as she pulled herself together.

"Thank you." She told him, allowing her enjoyment to fall almost unearned at his door.

"Lie back. My turn now."

She pushed his shoulders back along the seat until he was almost lying down, looking up at her in anticipation with his head below the level of the window, and tugged at his zip.

This time, instead of simply leaning over to take him into her mouth, she knelt on the seat, her bottom blocking any possible view he might have of the nearby car. She doubted that he would notice or even then realise what had actually given her such a thrill, but better safe than sorry. She tongued his shaft, coating it with her saliva, and then took him deep into her mouth. Soon his eyes were closed and he was unaware of anything except the exquisite feeling of Erin's mouth around his cock.

As her head bobbed up and down she wondered if the movement translated to her hindquarters, revealing her actions to anyone watching, but concluded regretfully that her dark skirt made that unlikely, no matter how much she hoped. But then a daring thought came to her and she reached around, surreptitiously hiking up her skirt, flipping it over onto her back and then pushing her pale naked bottom against the glass of the window. Now surely someone would notice.

She worked enthusiastically on Jason's cock, her heart pounding in her chest and her breathing becoming ragged as she bobbed energetically up and down, trying to silently attract attention. But with her head down and the light off she couldn't tell if anyone was there, she had no way on knowing if she had been successful and she daren't look around. She just had to hope and believe, as Jason climaxed into her mouth, that at least someone had noticed a naked female bottom and had gazed though the glass at her wet pussy.

That night, lying in her own bed with her hand playing between her legs, she imagined what might have happened literally behind her back, seeing in her mind's eye a man, maybe two or three, staring at her, ogling her pussy and wanting to touch it. She wanted that to happen, needed it to happen, and for her to be aware of it, taking pleasure from seeing strange eyes roaming over her exposed and excited body. It was the fantasy to beat all fantasies and she wanted it badly. Damn Jason and his shyness.

She pushed her fist against her mouth to keep from crying out loud as a series of powerful orgasms ripped through her. With her back arched, her fingers crammed into her vagina and her body jerking from orgasms that shook her one after the other, she made the decision that she would have go it alone if her fantasy was to be fulfilled. Jason was spending this weekend away visiting his sister, and Erin would never get a better chance.

The following night she was in her own car, sitting on the drive trying to stop her heart from pounding its way through her chest wall and trying to get up the courage to start the engine and drive to that same car park. She had dressed minimally and carefully, taking into account that if she were to do as she planned then her clothes needed to be easily removed. She wore no underwear, conscious constantly of the hard little points of her erect nipples against the cotton of her front buttoned and of the air playing on the dampness of her uncovered pussy, reminders of her risky intentions.

Finally, mindful that if she delayed driving away much longer her parents would become curious, she started the engine and drove cautiously towards her destination with trembling limbs and sweaty palms, praying that she wouldn't have an accident tonight of all nights. A few hundred yards from the car park entrance she stopped for a few minutes, mustering all her courage for that last short drive and watching as two cars pulled in but none pulled out.

A deep breath and she let off the handbrake and pulled away, driving through the gateway as confidently as she could to park close to the other vehicles already there. It was busy and her courage faltered for a second, but then, she realised, it was a weekend and she forced herself to switch off the engine and look around.

It was a lot busier than during the week and Erin could see around a dozen cars s**ttered around the darker end of the park, one of the more distant of which showed that its interior light was on. She looked carefully and, as her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she could make out at least three figures bent and gazing through the windows. That was what she hoped to see and her heart leapt with excitement and trepidation.

She scrambled over the seats into the back, not wanting to attract attention yet by climbing out of the front door and in through the rear. She wasn't certain of her nerve yet.

Checking that the car doors were locked Erin took a deep breath and began to unbutton her top, breathing rapidly as excitement began to take over. Sliding her top from her shoulders and shaking it free of her arms she cupped her bare breasts, finding a kick in tweaking her own erect nipples. She sat for a short time smiling into the night, excited at being stripped to the waist in public, even though as yet hidden by darkness. Her breasts felt beautifully warm and firm under her hands, her nipples hard little peas against her palms.

She looked around, unsure if she would be relieved or frightened to find anybody gazing in at her, and then lifted her bottom to take the next step. She pushed her skirt down and kicked it free, remembering to find it and place it beside her with her top in case of an urgent cover up being needed, and then leaned back, naked and exposed.

She knew now that she was committed and her heart pounded with delight. Whatever happened she was going to show her body to strangers tonight.

As she sat there gathering the nerve to flick the switch that would declare her intentions to the world, her hand automatically found its way between her legs and she began to play gently with her clitoris. She spread her legs wider and for short while secretly savoured the thought that she was masturbating in public, but then, as her arousal grew she found the courage to take that last step and, leaning forward, she switched on the interior light.

She leaned back and closed her eyes, her imagination feeling the soft light bathing her, and with one hand cupped over a breast, squeezing and fondling the firm flesh, and the other hand cupped almost defensively over her pubes as she masturbated, she pictured a row of faces staring at her through the car windows, not daring to open her eyes and see if it were true.

The thought of what she was doing stimulated her, making her hotter and her hand move more quickly. She began to tug at her nipple, drawing it out to a peak then letting go before gripping her breast and squeezing it ruthlessly. Her fingers moved more rapidly, fiercely rubbing her clit as her arousal took over. All the time with her eyes tight shut, still imagining eyes watching her but not being brave enough to check.

Suddenly she felt the car move, not a lot, but a definite movement as if something leaned against it, and her brain registered the fact and realised why just as her eyes automatically shot open. Looking across to the far side she saw a face gazing in at her, the man smiling in encouragement.

She could only see his face and the upper part of his body as he bent into the glow of her light to gaze through the window, the rest was lost in the shadows of the night. To her tender years he was very old, at least fifty, a well dressed city gent kind of man, incongruously still wearing his uniform shirt and tie as he stared through her car window to watch her play. It should have been inconceivable that she should show herself off to such a man, but she was and she found she was enjoying it as much as she had hoped.

Her breath came in little gasps and her heart pounded, the excitement only partly due to the orgasm that was building deep in her pelvis. This is what she had wanted, what she had fantasised about ever since first being seen making love. Now it was for real, and the fact that her audience was a man of a vastly different age and social group only made it more exhilarating.

She swivelled in her seat to turn her body towards him, raising her leg to rest her foot on the seat and letting her legs fall wide open to give him a better view. She wanted him to see how engorged her clitoris and labia were and how wet her vagina. She wanted him to know how much the whole thing was turning her on and how much she wanted him to see her. Then, just to make sure, she stopped playing and used her hand instead to spread her labia, opening herself up to his view, letting him see right up inside her. She hardly needed to rub herself off, the excitement of displaying herself was almost enough in itself. He grinned at her, giving her a thumbs up and mouthing the word 'beautiful' to her through the glass.

All of a sudden there was tapping on the window beside her and she jumped around to see who or what it was. Someone, a man, was at the other, nearer, window and had rapped on it to draw her attention. He wanted her to see that he had his cock in his hand, waving it just inches from her face, albeit through a pane of glass. She jumped back, thoroughly alarmed, fearing for her safety, her arousal disappearing instantly at this unexpected intrusion.

Almost without thinking she reached forward and flipped out the light, slithering forward over the seats into the front, not worried that she was still naked and her bottom was on full display as she wriggled over. Before she knew it she had started the engine and reversed out of her spot without worrying who was behind her and was driving out onto the main road without a stitch on.

About a mile down the road she pulled to the side and, with a careful look around her, struggled into her now inadequate clothing and sat with her head resting on arms folded over the steering wheel, trying to calm her racing heart and to quell the panic that raced through her veins. An evening that had started so well had not gone the way she had expected, though it was her own sudden loss of nerve that was to blame.

Erin giggled suddenly, thinking of the looks of bewilderment that must have crossed the two men's faces when she abruptly bolted from their sight, the mirth helping release her tension. She was still bursting into little fits of nervous giggles at the mental image of the astonished man waving his cock at an abruptly empty parking spot all the time she drove home.

Later, as she lay in bed staring into the darkness she was able to look at things more objectively. She had never been in any real danger; it was only the highly charged atmosphere and surprise of suddenly finding an erect cock so close to her face that had made her panic. She berated herself for reacting so violently, so stupidly. All she had done was to curtail her fun and rob herself of the thrill of showing off.

What, she wondered, would have been wrong with watching the man play with himself as she masturbated in the safety of her car? How could that have hurt? Perhaps he would have cum at the same moment she did, pumping his cum all over the glass as she rubbed herself off. Even better, what if she had rolled down the window so that he could shoot all over her breasts as she climaxed? Her hand crept between her legs.

She lay in the dark playing with herself and fantasising about streams of semen running over her flesh from a series of anonymous and almost disembodied penises, and her orgasm, when it came, was so powerful that it hurt. She would go back to the car park, and this time she promised herself to go with the flow.

Her actions were much more decisive when she parked up the following evening. She had driven in without hesitation and this time reversed the car into a vacant bay so that she would see anyone who approached before they could surprise her. Shocks like the last time she could do without.

This time she was determined to be in control of her nerves and she intentionally tested them right at the outset. She deliberately climbed out of the car and stood beside it looking around for a few seconds, taking in the fact of two cars with interiors lit, before climbing back into the back seat and calmly undressing. It was something of a contest between her nerves and her resolve, and even though she had seen nobody nearby as she changed seats, she still looked around anxiously as she removed her clothes. In the end she was trembling with both fear and excitement when she finally sat naked on the back seat, determined to wait quietly for at least one of the illuminated cars to finish before she began her own display.

Looking out of the window she could see several figures outlined against at least one of the two illuminated cars, but try as she might she was unable to make out any detail. But at least, she told herself, she was assured of an audience. She sat and waited, practising deep breathing to try and steady herself ready for her turn, scared witless but so wanting to obey the need in her pussy.

It seemed like hours before the light in one of the cars went out, although the clock in her car had moved on only a little over ten minutes, and several times during the wait she had nearly, so very nearly, chickened out, but now her time had come. She took a last deep breath, let it out slowly and reached forward for the light switch.

She turned to lean her head in the corner with her body diagonally along the seat then raised one leg. Now, leaning back in the same comfortable position as last time, she placed one hand on her breast to roll her hard little nipple between her fingertips, and the other hand between her legs, surprised to discover just how wet her pussy actually was. This time keeping her eyes wide open she began to play gently with herself as she awaited an audience, more determined than ever not to lose her nerve though her heart was pounding just as much as before.

She didn't have long to wait. Within thirty seconds of her light going on she saw two dark outlines approaching her, one at each side of the car. There would be no surprises this time; she was ready and willing, glad to know that she had not spoiled her chances with yesterday's abrupt departure.

When the two men got closer and bent to look in at her she could see that neither was the man from yesterday. Both of these men were working men in their thirties, tee-shirt and jeans clad with a few days growth of beard. She was glad not to be faced with the embarrassment of seeing yesterday's men again and welcomed her new audience with a nervous smile, squeezing her breast upwards as if offering it to the man by her shoulder and spreading her pussy lips between her fingers to reveal herself more fully to the one facing her. They immediately responded with friendly and enthusiastic grins and she felt herself able to relax a little.

Soon another man had joined the one looking through the window beside her, this one a little older but also in working clothes, and she sensed that a fourth man, his appearance hidden in the darkness, was looking at her from over her shoulder. Finally another, younger, face joined the one staring at her from the opposite window, looking right between her legs at her opened pussy. Strangely, for all that she was now surrounded by men gazing lasciviously at her naked body she didn't feel at all threatened, instead she felt that she was the one in control, able to show whatever she wanted to whoever she wanted and to draw the line wherever she wanted. It was a stimulating and empowering feeling, giving her the confidence to loosen up far more than she had expected to.

Playing for an audience was having the right effect on her, and she could feel the stirrings of an embryonic orgasm deep inside her, with the very fact that she would probably cum in full view of five strange men feeding the growing pleasure within her. She kneaded her breasts, pulling at the nipples in turn to show them drawn into peaks and then squashing the soft flesh down almost flat onto her chest, looking out through each window at the men gazing back in at her and wanting them to know the effect their presence was having.

She pulled her legs wider, showing off her wet cleft, playing hard at her clit, rubbing up and down with the little nub trapped between two fingers and then strumming back and forth across its sensitive little tip, soft spontaneous mewls of pleasure escaping through her lips. Her orgasm was getting closer and she felt her pelvis rising reflexively from the seat to describe small, slow, sexy circles under the influence of her increasing arousal.

Gritting her teeth against the almost overwhelming sensations Erin looked deliberately into the faces of the two men opposite, trying to read what they thought. A little encouraging smile played around the mouth of the older man, but the other looked preoccupied, even though her was staring back into her eyes, and she realised that he too was masturbating below the level of the car window.

She felt a weird surge of triumph that she had managed to arouse him to that level, even though she knew that he had probably come to the park with just that in mind.

"Let me see it!" She demanded, half speaking and half mouthing the words so that he would understand.

He straightened up. His cock was very large and rock hard, its darkly engorged head peeking from under the foreskin, showing itself and then almost disappearing as his hand travelled up and down its length. Erin was fascinated; she had never had a man wank for her before.

Abruptly she looked over her shoulder, suddenly wondering if the same was happening there. It was, another long hard cock was within inches of her face, the owner's hand rubbing hard at its shaft. She could see that he was getting close to cumming and she felt a brief urge to take it into her mouth and suck him dry. But then another idea, more intense and perhaps more erotic, struck her, remembered from the previous night. She felt for the button on the door beside her and lowered the window, taking away the barrier between herself and her audience. She was very conscious of the step she was taking doing this and the risks it entailed, but a flash of pleasure through her pelvis told her how right that step was. She was ready for involvement with her audience.

"Cum over my tits." She told the man.

The need to feel his spunk on her skin was suddenly the most urgent thing in the world, especially if the other men could see it.

She rubbed her clitoris hard, watching each man's face in turn, getting a thrill from seeing the lust in their eyes, knowing that she would cum under their gaze and hoping that spunk would splatter her breasts at that same moment.

Suddenly the man beside her shoved himself forward, pushing his cock through the window while all the time rubbing frantically at his shaft. Erin caught her breath, knowing that his moment had arrived just as her own orgasm was about to erupt. The timing could not have been better, she watched as the first spurt of cum shot from his cock over her belly, the warm wetness falling on her skin triggering her own climax.

She was suddenly in the throes of the most fabulous orgasm she had ever experienced, the power of it magnified by the feel of cum spattering over her and the knowledge that she was gasping and juddering shamelessly under the stare of several complete strangers. She rammed her fingers up inside herself and arched her back as if to offer her breasts to the rain of cum that was landing on them, at the same time fixing her eyes on those of the two men opposite who were staring lasciviously at her fingers pushing into the depths of her vagina. She was in erotic overload, so much happening, so many new sensations sending wave after wave of ecstasy flooding through her, so that each time she thought her orgasm was declining a new feeling ripped through her to take her higher still. When eventually her orgasm was finally spent she slumped back in the seat shining with sweat and completely breathless, one hand lifelessly cupping over her pussy and the other equally inert lying palm up on her stomach.

She lay there, looking down at the spunk shining on her heaving chest and then smiling mute thanks at the donor. Her hand, still trembling from emotion, reached hesitantly up from her stomach and cupped her breast, massaging the slippery cum into her skin, glancing around as she did so to see five male faces watching her. She smiled more broadly now, pleased to have found the courage put on such a show and pleased to have enjoyed it so much. Still devoid of energy she just lay back and gently rubbed cum into her skin while her breath gradually returned to normal, at the same time languidly watching the man in front of her still slowly running his hand up and down his cock. She hoped vaguely that before she went he would cum and she would see it.

Abruptly she realised that she hadn't actually finished for the evening yet at all, for she had neither switched off the light nor raised the window, subconsciously wanting her audience to remain. A delicious little shiver went through her with this realisation and she began to fondle her breast more firmly and to gently rub her clitoris once again. She still felt horny and wanted more, but without the previous urgency, and showing her cum-shiny breasts and wet pussy to anyone who cared to look was enough for the moment, and in any case, she wasn't quite sure what she wanted to do next.

That probably would have remained the case had one of her spectators not taken the next step for her. As she lounged back quietly playing with her eyes half closed she became aware of a hand reaching into the car. Her eyes shot open, a jolt of alarm flashing through her as she remembered the open window. She almost panicked again, and might have done except for the warm post orgasmic lethargy that delayed her response.

But that momentary delay was enough. Instead of jerking away in fear she let the hand find its target, feeling strange fingers hesitantly stroking and then, as he became more confident, firmly moulding and fondling the flesh of her breast. She felt her nipple harden in response. Being touched by a stranger turned her on.

Erin had no idea if it was the same man who had cum over her, he had turned his head sideways to be able to reach in, but she could feel fingers sliding over cum slippery skin and the thought that one strange man might be massaging another's cum into her naked flesh stimulated her greatly.

She gave him free rein to play with her breasts as he wished, even removing her own hand to give him access to both, aroused by his touch. She gazed at the men opposite, letting them see a disembodied arm reach over her shoulder to tug at her nipples and squeeze her flesh at the same time as she continued to play with herself. He made her close her eyes briefly and repeatedly from either a flash of pain or a surge of pleasure, but all the time she masturbated in front of them all, her fingers once more delving into her own depths.

Then she noticed that his hand was moving. He was no longer just playing with her breasts but reaching further, groping his way down her stomach, stretching down her body as far as he could. He was, she realised with sudden delight, attempting to get to her pussy, but it was beyond his reach. She pushed herself back, trying to help him, trying to get herself within touching distance, wanting to feel his hand probing between her legs. He got close, his fingertips just touching her bikini line, scrabbling gently at her pubic hair, but she was too far away for him to touch in that position. She remembered the previous time with Jason.

"Wait"

She spoke urgently, scrambling around to kneel once more on the seat and to push her bottom at the window just as she had before. Except, of course, this time the window was open and her pussy was not just available to see, but to be touched. He didn't hesitate and she felt two fingers plunge straight into her, pushing in as far as they could reach and bringing a loud cry of pleasure from her lips.

It was bizarre, but so exciting and so erotic to be kneeling on the back seat of her car with strange fingers exploring her vagina. Never in a million years would she ever have dreamed of such a thing happening, but now that it was she was in heaven. Somehow the circumstances, being in an acknowledged dogging site, took away any shame or guilt from such activities, leaving her free to enjoy being finger fucked by a man she had never met before while several other men looked on.

She looked across the car at her other two observers only to see that the wanking man with his huge cock had gone, and to feel a twinge of disappointment that he had given up. She hadn't seen him either cum or go, she grinned inwardly at her private pun. Perhaps he had gone around the car to look at her raised bottom, she hoped so.

But then it wasn't just one man touching her. She felt another hand stroke her bottom and slide down into her crack, searching for the entrance to her tunnel. She caught her breath, amazed at the wonderful sensation as he found her pussy and wriggled a finger into her alongside his companion. Two men fingering her at once, it was so damn hot that she felt the vague chance of another orgasm become a distinct likelihood, the unsynchronised jabbing movement of the two men's fingers adding to her arousal.

Then she felt a third hand land on the cheeks of her bottom. The hand began caressing her behind, the palm circling round and round, but with the circles getting smaller and smaller. She felt alarmed; her vagina was never going to accommodate three men. But he seemed to think it would, because his fingertip was soon paddling through the wetness around her slit, seeking entrance.

The man had other ideas. He was not about to compete for room in her pussy with three other fingers. Instead she felt his wet fingertip probe gently at her anus, finding her back door and then wriggling and pushing against the resistance of her sphincter.

Erin had never had her bottom penetrated by anything before and a thrill went through her at the prospect. Any other time and she may well have reacted strongly against this unnatural invasion, but tonight she felt free, uninhibited and up for anything, and so instead of resisting she pushed back as much as she could, inviting his finger into her arse.

He penetrated her far more easily than she expected, his finger was made wet with her juices and slipped inside her with almost no resistance. She absorbed the strangely erotic and slightly kinky feeling, her eyes wide with wonder and her mouth slowly curling into a smile of enjoyment. She could feel the finger in her arse moving against the ones in her pussy, separated only by thin membranous walls, and her orgasm welled up inside her from the intensity of the sensations.

This time when she came she shouted out loud, pleading her partners to push in deeper, to ram their fingers up her and push even more in if they could. She didn't care what they, or anyone else for that matter, thought of her, she was a bitch on heat and wanted to be satisfied. Her eyes screwed themselves up as the orgasm struck and her body began to shake, trembling and shuddering from the power of her enjoyment. In the end she jerked and juddered so strongly that she dislodged the finger from her arse, crying out in frustration at the loss and thrusting herself back harder to hold the others within her.

When finally her orgasm passed she knelt on the seat, passively letting her head fall onto her folded arms so that her bottom remained high in the air, content to feel the fingers inside her now still and unmoving, just resting in her passage as if awaiting instruction.

After a minute or so she felt the fingers slide out, all three together as if belonging to a single hand. She felt empty and oddly saddened from the loss and made to move away, intending to sit on the seat once more. But at the first sign of her intention she felt a hand grab at her hip, holding her firmly against the window, not allowing her to move.

She acquiesced, allowing herself to be held up into the window space, still not possessing the energy to resist and anyway expecting and wanting the fingers to return and slide back into her body.

But it wasn't a finger. When she felt something bumping against her rear, clumsily making its way into her slit she realised that this was no digit but a cock. One of the men wanted to fuck her. This was not something she had envisaged but it never occurred to her to object. Instead she welcomed it, suddenly needing to feel a man inside her, wanting to feel him cum and flood her womb with spunk even though she was unprotected.

The cock dragged along her crack, passing over her anus and finding its way to her entrance where it paused. Maybe the man was adjusting his stance, maybe he had paused to ask mute permission, but Erin didn't want to wait, she needed that cock inside her.

"Go on then. Fuck me if you're going to!"

The cock slid home and she sighed happily, wondering vaguely who it was but not really caring. A hand gripped her other hip, pulling her back against the cock as it began to thrust into her and she closed her eyes, moaning with pleasure. Now held by both hips she readily surrendered to the man's wishes.

At first the thrusts into her were unhurried and deliberate, the cock sliding into her deep and slow, burying itself to the root and then withdrawing almost all the way out. In her mind she could see the shiny wet shaft sliding right in and out of her, and the thought that others were enjoying that sight sent a thrill running through her. She held herself still, fighting the urge to push back against the cock, wanting the man to stay in control and show everyone how he was fucking her.

But slowly his movements got faster and harder until he was ramming himself into her in quick powerful thrusts, stabbing into her with his weapon, and she felt herself responding, moving with every plunge of his cock into her pussy as another orgasm began to engulf her. Soon she had forgotten all about any spectators, letting herself be overwhelmed by the sensations inside her until finally both she and the partner exploded into their climaxes together, his spunk pumping into her as she shouted out and pushed her bottom hard into the window opening, trying to take in more of his fantastic cock.

When he had done she was shivering once again, shaken by the sheer force of yet another powerful orgasm. She knelt on the back seat, her chest heaving, covered in sweat and with her extended leg trembling uncontrollably. The man released her hips and withdrew his cock without a word, leaving her as if turning away from a machine that had fulfilled its purpose. Erin was glad, for she wanted no communication between him and her, just the knowledge that she had been fucked but without knowing who by.

When he had gone she was very tempted just to collapse forward onto the seat and lie there until she had recovered, but she felt the cool night air waft over her hot sweaty buttocks and it felt so lovely that she made herself remain kneeling, conscious too that in doing so she was displaying her well fucked pussy to the world. Being fucked by a stranger had been a fitting end to an experimentally sexy evening.

That was not the end of the evening however. Soon she felt the head of another cock probing for her entrance, the man having assumed that by remaining in position she was inviting others.

For a moment she stiffened, not certain if she should, or even could, let herself be taken again. But almost before she had the time to react this new cock found its way to her vagina and pushed itself in, sliding deeply into her through the wet cum that filled her passage. It felt so good, so exciting and so yet forbidden to have two men take her one after the other that all thoughts of protesting were instantly gone and she moaned with joy.

There was no gradual build up with this man. He must have been totally turned on by watching her being fucked before, because as soon as he had entered her and taken hold of her hips he began to fuck her hard and fast, ploughing into her with no thought for her comfort or pleasure. She was being jolted forward with each stroke and then hauled back by the hands gripping her hips so that her breasts swung beneath her and rubbed her nipple against the leather of the seat, stimulating them and making them harden once more in the process. She looked across, wondering if the man facing her was gazing at her swaying breasts, but he had gone and even though she was sure that others were watching she had a weird feeling of being alone with the cock that ravaged her pussy.

She could tell that this lover wasn't going to last long, not long enough to bring her to orgasm even if her body was ready to cum again, and so she just hung on, taking mental rather than physical pleasure from her second man of the evening.

When he did cum it was in contrast to the way he had fucked her. He slammed himself deep inside her and then hung on to her hips so that his cock was motionless inside her apart from the jerk that she felt each time he pumped another spurt of cum up her, grunting loudly with each one.

Just like his predecessor this man simply pulled out silently and moved away when he had finished, leaving Erin with her bottom raised to display her pussy with its trickle of spunk that she could feel running from it.

This time she didn't even think of moving away, instead she stayed kneeling in the same exposed position, wondering hopefully if there was another man to take her and pump even more cum into her. She couldn't help hoping that there would be, if only because she felt so uninhibited, so wanton, and so bizarrely submissive that she wanted to be used by as many men as possible. For a moment she even wanted it to be the same third man who had fingered her, the one who had penetrated her bottom. Maybe he would do the same with his cock. She had never had anal sex, but right now she was open, literally open, to anything.

There was another man, and this time she glanced impulsively over her shoulder to see who it was trying to enter her, only to find that all she could see of him was the open fly of his jeans and the hand guiding his hard, thick cock into her pussy. The rest of him was as hidden as his identity, out of sight above and below the level of the window. She didn't care, the glance had only been instinctive and knowing who was fucking her would only have spoilt the thrill of it.

She was briefly disappointed that her anus had been left virginal, but as her new lover pushed in she realised that it was really just as well. This was a big man in every sense of the word. She breathed in sharply as he rammed himself home, realising at once that she was taking the biggest cock of her young life. Not, she thought, that she had much to compare him with, because until tonight she had had only four lover making this only the sixth - no, seventh cock ever to enter her.

She felt her vagina stretch to take him, making him push in even though she was thoroughly lubricated with cum as well as her own juices. It felt good, so damn good. Now everyone watching, and she was sure that several people were, would know that she could cope with a king sized cock. She sighed with happiness as he began to thrust into her, listening proudly to the wet noises of his cock sliding in and out of her pussy. Perhaps, she wondered, this was the man she had seen wanking from the other side; his cock had been big like this one.

He must have been aware of his size, for he took it easy at first, just pushing himself easily in and letting it pull back as smoothly. She sighed again, this time from pure pleasure, the feel of his cock igniting those wonderful feelings in her belly once again. She started to push back, inviting him to take her harder and make the feelings blossom into another full orgasm.

His thrusts got harder and deeper until he too was ramming himself at her, jolting her bottom each time his cock entered full length, and her new orgasm grew. Soon she was shoving herself back just as hard as he pushed forward, crying out with each little flare of pleasure that burst inside her at the end of his cock. Just occasionally their combined efforts caused the head of his cock to bang painfully into her cervix, but somehow she didn't mind, the discomfort serving to remind her of what she was coping with.

Perhaps from knowing how big he was, the man hadn't grabbed her hips to pull her to him as the others had. Instead he had placed his hands flat against the cheeks of her bottom pulling them apart so that he could look down at his shaft gliding in and out of her, no doubt shining with the wetness inside her.

He could, she realised, also see her anus, and even though he was bumping her back and forth with the power of his thrusts and the size of his penis, she wished several times that he would see the lubrication that she could feel all over her bottom, and take her anal cherry. She didn't know why she fancied this so much, except that it would confirm her as being the wanton slut she needed to be right then.

But it was not going to happen, his breathing was becoming noticeably ragged with little gasps and grunts s**ttered through it, and she realised that he was close to cumming. She wasn't quite there yet herself, and so she reached back between her legs to use her fingers on her clit and speed up her climax.

Rubbing frantically at her clit with her middle two fingers, she couldn't help but touch his shaft with her extended forefinger and stroke his rock hard cock, covered in her wetness and feeling huge to her finger. The touch and the feel of his hot, wet hardness did a lot to bring her closer and closer to cumming.

In the end they got there at the same moment, her climax detonating inside her just as he slammed himself in as far as he could and blasted what seemed like gallons of cum straight into her womb.

This time she couldn't remain kneeling, her wobbly legs gave way under her as soon as he had pulled his cock from inside her, and she lay in a heap face down on the rear seat of the car, panting and trembling, gasping for breath but with a huge smile plastered across her face. From outside of the car came a little spontaneous ripple of applause and she grinned even wider.

She didn't reach for the light switch, but this time it was intentional. She needed a few moments to recover, but in the back of her head the number four was now circling. Four men. If she could have four men tonight then she would have doubled her tally of lovers in one night. She needed one more, one more cock in her cunt tonight and she would make her goal, though she couldn't recall actually setting that as a target. Nor could she recall ever thinking of her pussy as a 'cunt', before, but it fitted her temporary slut persona and would do nicely for tonight.

Sprawled in a strange lopsided crouching position with one leg folded under her and the other still dangling into the foot well, Erin could feel cum running down the inside of her leg. Cooled by the night air, the little rivulet sent a lovely shiver up her spine and made her conscious of just how wet that region of her body must be. God, she was randy!

She would have some upholstery to clean in the morning, but that was in the morning. Right now she was more interested in the sensations within her sopping wet pussy. She was ready to be fucked once more, not just to hit her target but because still wasn't quite satiated. Her body was satisfied, but mentally she wanted more, tonight she wanted to be the slut with the ever willing pussy, open to all comers. Her own depraved behaviour was providing her with the biggest thrill of her life.

"Does anyone else want to fuck me?" She asked without looking round.

Her shameless words brought a quiet little 'mmm' from behind her, but nothing happened and so she repeated her request.

"C'mon. One more, I just want fucking once more."

"Hang on a minute will you? Let me get at you."

It was a working man's voice, with rough edged amusement in the tone. A hand reached down inside the car and she wondered why until she felt the car door give and swing open. Later, when she thought back, she wondered why she hadn't felt worried by this action, but at the time she was just glad that something was happening.

A hand was placed on the small of her back pressing down, and at last she understood. This man was not tall enough to reach her through the open window. She lowered herself at his instruction until the pressure stopped and she heard him shuffle into place behind her.

She sighed with satisfaction as she felt the head of a stiff cock find the wetness surrounding her pussy, follow it to its source and slip easily into her. Hands grasped hold of her hips and she was held firmly in place as the man adjusted his stance and then pushed himself full length into her.

'That's it' she thought to herself, 'I've had as many men tonight as I've ever had. Even if this one doesn't cum he's been inside me, so he counts'.

She was jolted from her thoughts as he pulled back and then rammed his cock hard back into her. She could hear the squelching of the cum in her tunnel as he slid forcefully through it, the sexy sound making her groan excitedly.

Now he set up a steady rhythm to fuck her doggy style, pulling her back as he slid forward and pushing her away slightly as he withdrew. Back and forth they rocked, his cock sliding firmly and regularly into the length of her vagina, jolting her a little when his pubes smacked against her bottom as he reached full depth, the movement causing her nipples to once again chafe on the leather seat and turn them into sensitive little buttons that added to her stimulation. She was, she was certain, past the possibility of cumming anymore, but being fucked so soundly was giving her just as much pleasure. She just hoped he could keep it up - in both senses of the word.

She wondered, as she crouched on the seat being comprehensively fucked by this stranger, just how many men were behind her watching her being taken. Not because she felt shy at being seen, but because she wanted as many witnesses as possible, men who might see her in the street another day and, unbeknown to her, recognise her as the young slut who took it from four older men in a car park. The thought thrilled her. She did not want to know who they were, that would spoil the buzz, but she wanted them to know who she was if they ever saw her again.

The man was driving hard into her, long steady strokes, pushing his cock deep into her body, pumping the cum that was already inside her along her passage so that it spilled from her slit and ran down the inside of each thigh, cool in the night air. She felt used, and it was wonderful.

He began speeding up, still keeping up a steady rhythm pushing and pulling at her hips, but now a little quicker and more forcefully. Even though he had yet made