Chapter 1

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"There were all these guys just turning up and wandering around checking out the cars," Marcus heard the voice say. It was an innocent enough sentence at first and he only recalled it because of what was said next. "Then I saw them standing next to this car that had its internal lights on and they all had their dicks out near some sheila."

Marcus looked around and he was pretty sure that the bloke talking on his mobile phone had no idea that anyone could hear him. Hidden behind a wall of hoses and attachments at the local hardware store Marcus was innocently shopping as this bloke just wandered around for all to hear.

"Out near Gooseneck Creek between the reservoir wall and the pine forest," he said. "I was packing all me gear back into the car when I saw all these cars pull up into the car park." He listened to whoever he was talking to and continued. "Is that what it's called, dogging did you say?" he came around the corner of the aisle, paused slightly when he saw Marcus standing there who managed to pull off the pretending to not have heard a word look.

"Yeah anyway mate I won't be fishing out there after dark again," he laughed. "I've gotta go, someone here needs some help."

After a few more farewell platitudes he flipped his phone closed and the pair got down to the serious business of hose connections and electric pumps.

Marcus had heard of dogging before but had thought it was a European creation, an activity for those open-minded French voyeurs. He didn't think that these sites existed out in conservative rural Australia.

As he left the hardware store Marcus couldn't help but take a slight detour down past the turn-off to the reservoir. He'd been fishing there himself a few times but never gave the cars scattered around the car park a second thought. Again there was nothing to think about when he cruised by this time either. There was a young couple walking around with some kids on bikes, and sweating down a path, a lone jogger. Nothing suspicious there but he did say it all happened after dark.

Marcus spun the car around and headed home hoping to get the water tank connected to the wife's new sprinkler system before the sun set. He never gave the place another thought until about a month later.

They'd been out at a friend's daughter's 21st birthday and like all good parties the grog flowed freely. At one stage Marcus found Sharon sitting with a group of 20 something lads sharing a bong and having a grand old time. The party was full of Sharon's former conquests and at last count Marcus noted that she'd fucked six of the ten fathers at the party, including two who'd fucked her pussy and arse together about three years earlier, and two of the mums.

At 42 years of age she still struck a great pose. A strict diet and exercise regimen kept her petite frame tight, and many hours at the hairdressers and beauticians kept her looking younger than her years.

After a night of champagne, beer and wine, not to mention that chuff on the bong, Sharon was well oiled. She was dancing to music she hated, talking to people she considered bores and was in fine flirting form.

At around midnight, as the young folk slowly headed off to the two pubs that stayed open into the wee hours of the morning, they bid farewell to their guests and Marcus bundled her into the car. She wasn't mind-blowingly drunk by any means, she was just at that perfect level of inebriation. Alert but relaxed, aware but carefree.

Marcus was sober, totally booze free thanks to his first attack of gout. The symptoms had passed but under doctors orders he was to give up the grog for at least two weeks. A big ask but after the agony of gout, it was the least he could do.

The party was over the other side of town and he had the choice of two routes home, one on the regular highway drive or the other past Gooseneck Creek.

"Did I tell you what I discovered about the Gooseneck Creek car park?" he asked Sharon.

"What about it?"

"Apparently it's a dogging site."

"A what?"

"Dogging," he said "It's where people meet to fuck in public."

"Really?" she asked "I don't believe it."

"I overheard a conversation at the hardware store a few weeks back,"

She laughed out loud and smacked him on the arm. "Is that what men talk about at the hardware store? I'd often wondered."

"I overheard it," he said in his defence, "Christ, I don't even know if it's true or not."

"Well let's go find out shall we," she said, "See if we can bust someone we know."

He looked at her smiling face and she rose her eyebrow, "And if there's no one there," she winked seductively.

"We have a perfectly comfy bed at home," Marcus said, "Why would you want to do it in the car?"

"Well you know," she unbuttoned the top button of her blouse, "Just to add a bit of a spark."

Marcus just shook his head and laughed.

From the turnoff to the car park was only about a one kilometre drive and when I turned right into the car park we discovered that the man in the shop was right. I counted ten cars as we cruised between the vehicles scattered around.

"Look at that," Sharon said as she pointed out three men standing around the driver's side door of a car. "Are they... ?" she said noticing that the men were masturbating.

"This is bizarre," I said. "I might pull over here where we'll have a good view."

I backed the car into a space and flicked the engine off. In the summer warmth the men were only wearing shorts and t-shirts and a pair of them looked over towards us.

"I imagined they'd be fat losers," Sharon said, "but they look alright."

"I wonder who's in the car?" I said, "Dare you to go look."

"As if," she said and moved her hand over to his lap. "So they just watch as people do it, do they?"

"Looks like it," I placed his hand on hers and gave it a squeeze.

"Why don't they come over here?"

I had no idea and that was what I told her.

"Is there some kind of special signal or something?" she suddenly reached over and hit the car horn sending a blast echoing through the reserve.

"What are you doing," I slapped her hand out of the way.

"Look," she almost jumped out if her seat in excitement as two men got out of two separate cars and one of the men standing near the other ones began to walk over.

"Fuck," I said, "Good on you, now what are we going to do?"

"I'll show them my tits or something."

Marcus had to admit, he was getting fairly excited by both the situation and the heightened arousal of his wife.

"Quick turn on the light," she said, "so they can see."

He reached up and flicked on the light followed soon after by a locking of the doors.

Sharon fumbled with her top and pulled it over her head resulting in all her dark curly hair falling back down in a mess.

"Shit, shit, shit," she said and flipped down the vanity mirror.

"I really don't think they're worried about your hair."

After a quick tussle of her locks she unsnapped her bra and sat back in the seat. "Is this okay," she flipped back up the vanity just as the first of the cock-holding men came around the front of the car.

The stocky young bloke just wandered up to the window like it was open and began rubbing his knob against the glass.

"What do I do now?" she asked as she stared transfixed by the cock. Marcus however was busy watching the stream of men, now totalling five, that were heading towards the car.

"Open the window love and grab a hold," the stocky guy called out. "and squeeze those great tits of yours."

"Should I?" she asked softly, as if to herself. "Grab a hold, lick it, suck it ... fuck it." She spread her legs wide and pulled up her skirt revealing to them her thin cotton panties.

Marcus had cracked a fair fatty in his own pants so in order to relieve some pressure he unbuckled his belt and let the demon free. "Suck this first, babe." he tucked his hand around the back of her neck and pulled her down across onto his lap. "Show them how good you are at sucking cock."

And damned good she is too. Her technique, proven and tested over the years, is perfection. Lots of spit, gentle mouth friction and precise hand movements all add up to an iron-hard cock. She twisted herself slightly sidewards and once more spread her legs for the men outside to appreciate. Marcus could just reach over and he began to rub her damp pussy through the thin cotton.

"Look at how wet she is," one of them called out as her juices spread across the fabric. Marcus heard a sound outside his window and there was another guy looking in. It was like they were in some bad porno zombie movie.

Marcus tucked his index finger under her panties elastic and rubbed her sopping cunt, coating his fingers with her dampness. She moaned and begun humping his fingers begging for penetration. He pulled her knickers across and a moan came from outside as her pink pussy lips unpursed.

"Fuck man," someone yelled, "You have to let us have some of that sweet cunt." Sharon moaned again when she heard the foul language directed at her. Marcus dipped his fingers right into her pussy and pulled the sticky digits out. The thick coating he then smeared across her left nipple and blew gently across it. It extended outwards in response to the slight chilling effect.

Sharon then shifted slightly and thanks to the window controls being in the centre console, she managed to lean on the button for her window and it slid ceremoniously down.

"Good stuff," someone said as the cool air wafted into the cabin. Sharon felt the breeze filter over her and she looked up at the men and their hands that were now entering the car, stroking and rubbing her legs. She spread her legs even further apart beckoning the men towards her excited and wanton cunt.

"Look at those panties," a guy said "Take them off and pass them out."

Sharon stopped sucking for a while and lifted her arse off the seat. Taking the cue, two hands quickly pulled at her panties and after a fair bit of squirming and adjustment, the cotton knickers were being passed around the five men. All that Sharon had on now was the thin floral skirt and she must have decided that that was also excess to requirements. She tossed it onto the back seat and was now completely naked.

"Now what," she said looking at the five cocks outside.

"Finish me off," Marcus said hungrily, "and let them finger your pussy."

She lay back down and greedily took his cock into her mouth. She twisted her body around and poked one leg out the window. It couldn't have been comfortable but she didn't seem to mind because she was squirming with delight as fingers began to explore and penetrate her open and wet cunt. As Marcus kneaded and tweaked her nipples they firmed under his touch.

"You lovely little slut," said the stocky guy who had two fingers in her cunt twisting them this way and that. "Come out here and let us all fuck you."

She looked up at him and thrust her hips towards him, "Fuck me with your fingers," she moaned, "Get me nice and wet."

"You're already wet sweetheart," he now was pulling on his cock as he fingered her.

"Make me wetter," she demanded. "Cum over my cunt." She twisted herself around and now just had her head on his lap and was furiously rubbing her clit as he fingered her pussy.

"Wank over me," she urged him on, "Cum on my pussy, shoot your fucking jizz on me."

"Hurry up man," a skinny young bloke called out, "Do as she says and fucking unload on her."

"Yeah, man," said a middle aged guy with a fat cock, "Cum over the bitch."