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Prior to ceasing her outings, Angie delighted in taunting the males at the bars and nightclubs they frequented, and Brad revelled in her being groped and her caressing the men's inflated trousers. It took two years after they got together for Angie to grant Brad's wish and blow a guy in a dark corner of a nightclub. Angie returned to Brad, fearful of his reaction. She giggled when he dragged her out to their car and into the backseat. She laughed harder as he desperately ripped open his fly and extracted his humongous 9-inch dick. Her laughs turned to gasps when he ripped her knickers off and ploughed into her sopping gash. Brad surprised Angie when he kissed her passionately despite her having just given a stranger a hummer. After that night, Angie often had illicit sex in bars and nightclubs. Not that she was into it, but her husband was insatiable a month afterward.

Angie sighed, realising she'd been too quick to slap her husband away. Her mother had warned her it took work to keep a marriage's fires stoked, but Angie had forgotten her advice, and let the passion fade in pursuit of buying a house they didn't need. She rolled out of bed, dropped her nightie, and, naked, padded down the hall to the lounge, where she thought Brad would be watching TV. He wasn't there. Angie crept to his office, knowing he'd have porn playing. She was curious to see what currently floated his boat.

Angie slowly opened the door, hoping not to make Brad aware of her presence. She needn't have worried because he had earphones on and wouldn't have heard her if she had stormed in. Brad's computer desk faced the street with his back to the door, so Angie could see the screen past his shoulder. She crept closer and saw the rhythmic movement of his right hand. She grinned, knowing Brad was spanking the monkey, and her eyes shifted to the screen to see what he was masturbating to.

That Brad watched a dogging film didn't surprise Angie in the least. Although he hadn't discussed dogging with her, the genre fit within Brad's voyeuristic tendencies. She touched Brad's shoulder and said, "Caught you!"

Almost jumping out of the chair, Brad shouted, "Fuck me! What the fuck?" His face turned bright red, and he hurriedly tried to shut the clip down and stuff his throbbing cock back into his pyjama bottoms.

"Leave it," Angie said as she sat on his lap and took over the mouse. She backed the film to the beginning and leant back against her husband. They were still until, excited by the scene, Angie took Brad's hand and placed it on her small breast.

Angie had a typical English-stock woman's pear-shape. Her shoulders were narrower than her hips, and she had small breasts above a narrow waist and a big ass. Stocky thighs tapered to delicate ankles and petite feet. With her reddish-blonde hair, blue eyes, pixie nose, dimpled chin, and peaches and cream complexion, Angie was the poster-girl for British beauty.

"Do you want to do that?" Angie asked when the clip ended. The female star had slid off the cock in her pussy at the last second and taken the man's load directly in her face. "Would you like to go dogging and have some random guy do that to me?"

"No, of course not," Brad said protestingly. "It's just porn, right? Just a fantasy."

Angie fished her husband's enormous cock back through his pyjamas fly. "Yeah, but this says differently." She positioned herself and lowered onto it, sighing happily as she realised how much she'd missed having Brad's massive member inside her. Many of her friends complained about their husband's small and/or limp dicks, but not Angie! Her husband had a literal monster-cock that filled and stretched her delightfully and never failed to erect when she needed it to. "So, shall I put on a dress without a bra or knickers and we'll go to a nearby dogging spot and see what happens?"

Brad put a hand on her chin and turned Angie's head to face him. "Do you want to, or is this one of those things like blowing guys in a bar that you're doing for me?"

"How hot and wet does my coochie feel around your salami sausage?"

"Exceptionally."

"Does that answer your question?"

"It does."

"So, shall I?"

"Yes, but only if you genuinely want to."

"I want to. That woman in the clip made me think it would be super exciting to let some stranger feel me up before I give him a blowjob while you watch and play with yourself."

Brad's excitement and naked longing showed in his voice. "You don't want to let him fuck you?"

"Perhaps. But I won't promise that for this first time."

Teasing, Brad asked, "Can there be a second first time?"

Angie slid off Brad's cock. "For that, you don't get to cum inside me until after we've been dogging."

Because he knew she was teasing, Brad reached for her, eager to finish their fuck and fill her with his cum—stuff the dogging fantasy! But Angie dodged his hands and ran to the bedroom giggling. She pulled on a stretch-knit mini-dress and heels, the highest pair she had, making up for the fact that she was only five foot tall and her husband was well over six.

Brad followed her in and blinked when he saw Angie buckling up her heels' straps. "You're serious?" He asked.

"As football in Liverpool, babe," Angie replied. "Put some shorts and a singlet on and let's go!" She tapped her foot impatiently.

Brad laughed and did as Angie suggested, but there was a problem—Brad didn't know any local dogging spots. A quick Google search revealed a spot not far from their estate, and they were out the door and in the car only seconds later. Brad pulled into the car park and backed into a parking space as far from the other cars already there as possible.

"What do we do now?" Angie asked. The clip they'd viewed hadn't shown the preamble before the female star had blown the man at her window.

"We have car sex and see who comes over to see us fucking," Brad said. His voice was much higher-pitched than normal as his excitement showed through.

Angie glanced over and saw Brad already had his cock out. It looked swollen and angry in his hand. She licked her lips, undid her seatbelt and got onto her hands and knees. Balancing with one hand on the centre console, Angie took Brad's enormous pussy-stretcher in her mouth and swirled her tongue over his glans. Then, sucking ferociously, she lowered until she could fit no more of her lover's massive meat into her throat. Not only did its length outdo her, but its thick girth simply didn't fit into her gullet.

Angie let Brad's hand on the back of her head guide her movements as she bobbed her head happily. She shifted her right hand to Brad's hefty balls and gently massaged them as she sucked him off like she was trying to suck a golf ball through a straw. Brad was close to cumming when the pair heard an insistent tap-tap-tap on the window beside Brad. Angie looked up, not releasing Brad's cock.

The man gestured for Brad to lower the window, and when he had, they saw a woman standing with the man and that they both had masks on. "Newbies, huh?" The man asked. Angie released Brad's cock as they both nodded. "Figures." The man took a pair of masquerade masks out of his partner's hands. "A lot of people have phone cameras when they come to these spots. Unless you want to star on PornHub with anyone you know or work with able to identify you, I suggest you wear masks."

"Oh, shit!" Brad said, embarrassed. Angie gasped and covered her face.

The man offered Brad the masks. "We always carry a couple of spares in case someone has forgotten or we meet a pair of newbies who don't know better."

Brad and Angie put the masks on and thanked the couple for their consideration. The man shrugged. "My wife enjoys looking at a woman's wet gash, and I am fond of seeing a man receive a blowjob. Do you mind if we observe?"

"Not at all," Brad replied. "That's why we came here, after all."

The man looked at Angie. "My missus would love to taste you and play with your cooze, if you don't mind?"

Even though she'd never had sex with a woman before, an illicit thrill ran through Angie as she heard her husband gasp and then groan with unrequited desire. Brad's balls jumped in her hand. Angie thought completely anonymous sex with her husband as a woman fingered and licked her muff would excite Brad beyond reason, and if seeing her blow a guy meant he didn't leave her alone for a fortnight, then letting a woman finger her would probably keep him on edge for most of the rest of the year. There'd be no more boring, sexless nights for a while!

"I'll wind the window down so she can," Angie said, blowing her husband's mind even better than she blew his pocket rocket.

Angie turned so she could wind the window down, but of course, Brad had turned the car off, and without power, the electrics wouldn't work. Brad spotted the problem and pushed the keyless starter, turning the car's accessory power on. Angie grinned at him and pushed the button to lower the window. She got back on her knees as soon as it was fully down. Brad observed the anonymous woman over his wife's back and gasped when she removed her top and revealed her gigantic, pendulous breast melons. The woman's areolae were as large as a slice of grapefruit, with nipples the size of grapes.

Angie wanted to look at why Brad gasped, but she was more interested in the man at Brad's window. The man had dropped his trousers, revealing he wore no underpants and the scrawniest dick she'd ever seen. Not that Angie had seen very many. It resembled a baby bird peering out of a tangled nest. Trying not to show her disappointment, Angie took her husband's gigantic todger back in her mouth and returned to blowing it with all of her skill.

Brad looked up from the back of his wife's head and saw the woman at the window hold her sagging breast to her mouth and lick its nipple. Then, she reached with her right hand and stroked her fingers over Angie's plump bottom. Angie jumped forward in surprise, but then remembered the woman was there, and pushed her ass back within reach. The hand returned to caress her cheeks and crack. The fingertips slid over Angie's dark star, causing her to buck again, but then they caressed lower and tickled along her perineum, and Angie relaxed.

It felt decadently naughty to have a woman illicitly touching her bits, and Angie moaned around Brad's throbbing knob as her excitement grew. Above her, Brad's eyes widened as he observed the woman part his wife's cheeks and wetly run her tongue along Angie's crack and onto her rosebud. Angie squealed and jumped forward, her head going out Brad's window as the shock of having her starfish tongued caused her to react by jumping forward.

"That's not my coochie!" Angie yelled as she moved back inside the car.

"Sorry," the woman said, clearly not sorry at all. The surprised married pair saw the woman raise her enormous breasts and lick their nipples. "Did you like it, though?"

"Yeah, actually. It felt pretty good," Angie replied, having gotten over her surprise.

"Well, put your ass back up at the window and I'll do it again."

Angie was doubtful, but then she thought, 'Fuck it! We're not here to fuck spiders, after all. Why not try another new thing?' She moved and poked her ass at the window again. Simultaneously, she took her husband's stupendous pecker back into her mouth. She was determined to get him off quickly because she'd had enough surprises for one night. Angie knew she'd want to do this again soon, though. It had a degenerate naughtiness about it she adored.

With her concentration on the todger before her, Angie almost didn't feel the warm breath on her anus until she felt a tongue probing into it again. She moaned in sinful delight as her sphincter fluttered open and let the tongue a small way inside. Excited by the tongue in her ass, Angie worked Brad's trouser python vigorously. She moaned continuously as the anonymous woman tongue-fucked her ass. An orgasm that would cause Angie to squeal loud enough to shatter the car's windows roared towards her.

Blown away by the sight of a woman's face buried in his wife's ass and her eyes staring at him over Angie's plump ass, Brad raced towards his peak. His hips rose to meet Angie's downward bob, and his hefty balls tightened towards his shaft, ready to dump their load into his shaft and send it blasting into his wife's mouth. But before Brad could get there, Angie smashed into her peak and tumbled over it into a will-bending climax. Her shriek shattered the night air as she screamed her pleasure to the skies.

Angie's scream blasted hot air over Brad's glans and his hips bucked, jamming his cock into Angie's throat and blocking her airways. He grunted vociferously as his spunk blasted from his cock's eye into his wife's gullet.

A wet, squelching sound brought Brad and Angie back to Earth. The woman had walked around to the man, and her hands were on the car's roof above Brad and her husband (?) knelt behind her, fisting her enormous cunt.

Brad hurriedly turned the car on as Angie sat back and put her seatbelt on. "Thanks for the masks," he yelled, and the tires screeched as he floored the pedal and pulled away.

"Okay, that last part was weird."

Brad looked at his wife, relieved. He wondered if it had been impolite to leave without asking what the other people wanted. "Yeah. That's what I thought, too." He looked at her as he pulled into their unit's driveway and parked in their spot. "So, did you enjoy doing that?"

Angie grinned at him. "Oh, fuck, yes! When can we do it again?" She jumped out of the car and ran for their unit's door. "Last one naked and in bed has to be on the bottom," she yelled over her shoulder as she ran.

Brad chuckled. He had the only key, so he sauntered to the door, in no hurry at all. Then, after opening the door, he used his superior strength to hold Angie back before he sprinted across the kitchen and down the short hallway to the bedroom. He had his shorts and singlet off, and he was in bed before Angie got to the bedroom door.

Angie stripped off her dress and climbed onto Brad's prone body. She took his swollen todger in her hand and lowered her soaking cooze onto it. "Meh, who cares? I like being on top, anyway. It stops you from trying to knock my cervix out of my throat!"

Brad announcing, "We're here," brought Angie back to the present.

This was a new spot for the experienced doggers, and she looked around interestedly to see who else might be out dogging. She put on her mask and got out of the car. To Angie's left, there was a couple in the front seat of their car. The woman faced the man with her back against the steering wheel. Her bare breasts bounced as she rode him vigorously. Two spaces in the opposite direction, a small hatchback's rear passenger doors were open with a couple's heads out one side and their feet out the other. They were fucking missionary style. Fogged windows on two cars further away hinted that two more couples were having car sex coitus. There were several other cars parked, but none seemed to have occupants.

Angie grinned. "Looks like we found the right place!"

"Sure does," Brad agreed. He kissed his wife passionately before turning her around and pushing her small breasts against the Mondeo's boot. He lifted her dress above her voluptuous ass and knelt so he could tongue her sopping cock pocket. Her appreciative cries brought a crowd to their car. Angie, who was in seventh heaven from her husband's gifted tongue and the oohs and aahs of the surrounding crowd, looked around. Spotting two men with cocks large enough to interest her, she pointed at them and opened and closed her hands to tell them she wanted them.

The two men she'd pointed at eagerly moved close enough and put their todgers in Angie's open hands. She gripped them forcefully and jerked them up and down, delighting in their owner's moans. The man on Angie's left disappointed her, though. She'd barely gotten going when he groaned and spat his cum over her fingers and wrist. Angie muttered at him as he skulked away, but then she felt her hand being cleaned with a wet wipe. She grinned at the man cleaning her and then wrapped her dainty hand around the man's John Thomas when he put it in her palm, then she masturbated him vigorously.

The man on Angie's right lost his load, and when she released his shaft, another dong replaced it. She jacked that one, too. Angie brought two more men off with each hand before her husband's probing tongue could no longer be denied, and with a piercing scream, she orgasmed, soaking Brad's face with her womanly cum.

Brad stood and backed away, dragging Angie by her hips away from the car and turning her to face the men on her right. He slapped her curvy ass when she tried to straighten her back, bent his knees, lined his humongous pussy stretcher up with her wet hole, and rammed it inside, banging its tip against Angie's cervix.

A man moved close to Angie's head, holding his tally-whacker in his hand and offering it to her mouth. Angie beckoned him closer and then grasped his cock when he did. She gleefully fed it into her mouth and then held her hands out to the sides. Two dicks immediately filled them.

Angie lifted her head off the trouser snake in her mouth, and said, "Hold my head and fuck my mouth. I'm not a circus performer who can do four things at once, and I'm having enough problems simultaneously wanking two men."

The man certainly didn't need more encouragement than that! He clasped Angie's head and thrust his tally-whacker into Angie's mouth forcefully, trying to choke her. Angie almost laughed. The guy had to be a little above average in length and girth, but he wasn't anywhere near as large as her man, but then, she'd never seen another willy as thick and long as Brad's.

Brad pummelled his wife's cock pocket from behind, slamming his hips forward with everything he had and ramming his dick's head against her cervix with every stroke. Angie was the first lover he'd had who enjoyed that sensation. His previous ones had all yelled at him when he did it. He didn't want to disappoint his wife, so Brad concentrated on driving her to her peak before he got his, but he felt he was losing the race. 'Weird,' he thought. 'How can coming (cumming) first be losing?' But it was!

Brad's balls boiled, and he knew he was about to climax. However, just before he did, Angie's orgasm squeals echoed around the carpark again. Happy, Brad thrust into her twice more before he pulled out, grabbed his cock, ripped her dress higher, and spat his cum all over her lower back. He remembered how hard he had laughed when Angie told him she wanted a tramp stamp on her lower back. She wanted to offer the men she let use her on their dogging adventures a blow target. He laughed harder when she came home late from work one night and showed him the dragon motif tattooed on her back. The dragon's tail speared between Angie's butt cheeks, and it appeared to end inside her ass.

Angie's squeal undid the man in her mouth, and Angie knew he was about to cum. She pushed on his hips, and the man got the hint. He pulled back, jacked his todger several times, and unloaded over her pretty face.

Brad stood behind his wife, looking at the cocks surrounding him. Spotting one he knew was big enough to stretch his wife's pork sword scabbard, Brad beckoned him over. He stared at the man. "Condom?" The man shook his head, and Brad took one out of his shirt pocket and handed it to him. The man shook his head again. Brad also shook his head. "No protection, no play." He looked around for another hefty cock.

"Okay, I'll wear one," the man who refused said.

Brad looked at the man menacingly. "If you try to sneak her, I'll rip your fucking pecker off. Do ya ken?"

The man nodded and peeled the package open before rolling the condom down his solid, at least 7-inch willy. He waited until Brad stepped aside, and then he took his place and bent his knees so he could push his meaty wang into Angie's cunt. Another pussy prober had entered her mouth, and Angie moaned around it as her cock pocket accepted the new intruder.

The two men established a rhythm where they pushed in and pulled out together, filling Angie from both ends simultaneously. The sheer salaciousness of standing in the middle of a public carpark on a late Monday afternoon with a cock in two of her cum holes sent Angie scampering up Mount Eruptus in near record time. She reached her peak, and with another ear-piercing scream, she creamed all over the dick in her lower fuck hole. Her milky juices covered the cock inside her and ran down the man's balls to drip onto the ground.

The two men pounding her lost their lollies at the same time. They both pulled out with the man inside her cunt ripping the condom off so he could add his deposit to the sperm bank already covering Angie's back. The man in Angie's mouth added his load to the one already dripping from her beautiful face.

Angie panted as she looked around avariciously. With her inner slut in full rage mode, Brad knew only an extreme act would douse the flame in his wife's body. He reached into the car and removed a blanket and retrieved the lube bottle from her handbag. Brad spread the blanket and then picked a man with a lengthy but slender cock. Brad told him to lie on his back on the blanket, and hold his cock so it pointed at the sky. He handed the man a condom and then he oiled his wife's ass and eased two fingers into her colon to ensure she was ready for the cock she was about to sit on.

Brad held Angie's hand as she lowered herself down. She reached behind her ass and took the slender cock in her hand. Angie guided it onto her little dark ring and then grunted as it parted her knot and slid inside. Brad helped his wife lean back on her hands, and when she was braced, he pointed at a man with a short but exceptionally thick third leg. He pointed at Angie's dripping gash. "Help yourself, mate."

The man grinned happily at Brad as he pulled a condom on, and then he placed his left foot beside Angie's right breast and lowered his right knee to the ground. Next, doing a kind of lunge, the man lowered his hips until he could line his pecker up with Angie's cock sheath. He held his balls out of the way as he slid inside Brad's wife.

"Fuck, mate!" The man groaned. "Given that enormous twat destroyer you have, I'm amazed how tight she is!"

Angie giggled, but the man's extreme girth caused her head to fall forward and her eyes to roll back. She moaned as the two cocks inside her began thrusting. But then, she remembered her husband's words, and turning her head, Angie formed her lips into an 'O' and licked them suggestively. Another observer, braver than the rest, stood beside Angie, bent his knees, and offered his cock to her mouth. She sucked him in immediately.

Brad brought his phone up and began recording. Of course, that meant many other crowd members also got their phones out. Cameras flashed as pictures were taken, and many hands gripped many cocks and they all tugged them in unison.

A random from the crowd said, "Hey, fella. Can I cum on her?"

Brad nodded. "On her tits, chap."

Brad closed in with his phone recording as the man bent his knees and rubbed his cock's head over Angie's stiff nipple. His dick started shooting its juice seconds later. Cum spurted across Angie's small breasts, and she moaned around the cock in her mouth as she felt the warm, sticky goo splattering over her.

The man stood as he tucked himself away. "Fecking awesome sauce, mate," the bloke said as he walked away.

Another took his place, and another load joined the other one already across Angie's breasts and stomach. Two more men followed suit before the cock in Angie's mouth exploded. Angie hummed happily as the man finished ejaculating into her mouth, and then she used her tongue to push it out so it drooled down her chin and dripped onto her upper chest. With a quick glance at Brad, yet another man knelt and offered his cock to Angie's mouth.

Angie ignored it momentarily because she knew the arse stretcher in her bottom was about to erupt. She clenched her sphincter onto the intruder and moaned vociferously as it jumped and sprayed her colon with semen. The man held still as his todger deflated because Angie wasn't moving. The willy in her cock pocket was about to spend itself inside the condom.

Grunting like a lowland gorilla, the man doing the lunge above Angie, rammed his thick twat destroyer into Angie three more times in quick succession before jamming it in to its full depth and filling the condom. He pulled out, carefully removed the condom so his semen stayed in it, and then, because Angie's mouth was empty, he poured it over her face. Angie moaned as the warm liquid splashed over her eyes, temporarily blinding her but sending her racing towards her peak.

Brad knew the signs, and to show who she belonged to, he lifted her off the cock in her ass and lay her face down on the Mondeo's boot again. He rammed his enormous cunt stretcher into Angie and then fucked her mercilessly. Angie crested immediately, and then had several back-to-back orgasms, each adding to the previous, until, caterwauling like a banshee, she climaxed so hard that she passed out. Angie's pussy spasming around Brad's twat destroyer sent him over the edge, and his guttural grunts joined Angie's screams as he filled her tight cunt.

A couple of guys helped Brad lie her on the Mondeo's backseat. They shut the doors, high-fived Brad and each other, and then Brad got in the car and took his wife home.

"Lucky bastard," one guy opined as the crowd looked around to see what other entertainment there was.

Chapter 2: Drive-By Girls.

"So, are we going to do this, girls? Or are we chickening out again?" Toni looked around at her three friends challengingly. "Well?"

Adele looked at Megan, who looked at Sofie, who shrugged, and looked at Toni. Toni was by far the most daring of the four high school friends who were now second-year students in QUT's nursing program.

"Oh, come on!" Toni said, exasperated. "We can all get some quick, nasty anonymous sex and our pussies filled with cum and then return to our flat and use our strap-ons to fuck each other silly."

The four girls lay on the floor in the lounge of their inner-city apartment. They wore knickers and stretch-cotton singlets and nothing else. Stiff nipples and wet pussies abounded. The girls were horny and frustrated, with none of them currently having anything even resembling a full-time boyfriend. Not that they minded. They enjoyed each other's taste, and at least when they fucked each other with strap-ons, they always had orgasms, which often wasn't true with the boys they'd picked up. Besides, most guys, despite constantly fantasising about having a three or moresome, were too intimidated to perform when with the four of them. Nor could they go near satisfying even two of them, let alone all four.

None of the girls were ever in the 'hot chick' group at school, but no man would dare call them slappers or mingers, either. They were 'the girl next door' types. Firm breasts that weren't too large or small. Bellies that weren't washboard flat but had beautifully soft, womanly curves. Hips that approximated their breasts' widths. Firm asses and thighs without cellulite, and shapely legs tapering to fine ankles. No, no man, unless he was gay, would kick any of them out of bed for eating crackers.

"You all definitely won't chicken out on me if I do it?" Adele was the first to cave in to Toni's request.

Megan looked at Sofie, who was the shyest of the four. Megan said, "I'll do it if I can wear a mask."

Sofie looked relieved. Megan had voiced what she desired. Sofie loved the thought of what Toni planned but was terrified that someone would take a picture, and it would get back to her hyper-religious parents. They would have disowned her in a heartbeat if they knew she enjoyed lesbian sex with her three friends. She nodded, and she and Megan turned to Adele and Toni. "We're in."

Toni jumped up and did a little dance. "Yes!" She squealed. "Umm, are we going to let them use our asses, too?"

"Sure. Why not?" Adele asked. If anything, she preferred anal to vaginal intercourse because she orgasmed more readily that way. She thought momentarily before saying, "Who's going to use the loo to douche first?"

"You, you little anal slut," Toni replied, grinning.

Adele grinned back and stood using that manner that only young women can. Her legs were crossed, and she merely pushed down on her feet with her thighs and stood up. Adele returned with a bottle of lube a few minutes later. She poured some onto her fingers and rubbed it into her ring before shaking the bottle. "Who's next?"

Toni took it and disappeared. The process was repeated twice more, and the girls were ready to get going. They looked at each other until Sofie said doubtfully, "We're only wearing our knickers and singlets, huh? What if we're stopped by the cops?"

Adele replied, "We're wearing more than girls wear to the beach, so I think we'll be fine. Besides, I can't afford to have a top or skirt ruined, but a $3.00 pair of knickers and a $6.00 singlet? Meh, who cares?"

With that, the girls put on masquerade masks, got in Toni's car and they drove to the Mount Gravatt lookout, a popular spot for Brisbane's dogging community.

Toni backed her car into a park, opened the windows and shut the car down. None of the girls noticed she had left the auxiliary power on. She turned to look at her friends. "We're doing this, right? I'm not sticking my sexy ass out the window and then finding I'm the only one, and you're all pointing and laughing?"

"We're doing this," Adele replied. "Girls?"

Megan and Sofie nodded, and the girls followed suit as Toni got on her hands and knees. Toni looked around, grinning. "On the count of three. One. Two. Three!"

All four girls dropped their knickers, but only Adele, Megam, and Sofie pushed their ass out the window. When the other three did, Toni turned to her door and used the electrics to wind the windows up, trapping the girls in the doors with their asses hanging out the windows, and their pussies exposed to anyone nearby. Toni laughed at their gasps and shocked faces and then eased her ass out the window, too.

It didn't take long before the guys waiting to see some action noticed the girls. A crowd gathered, with many disbelieving gasps and comments. It took time, but eventually one of the braver men moved behind Sofie, who had the roundest ass of the three. He ran his fingers over Sofie's ass cheek and then stood back, waiting for her reaction.

Inside the car, the girls all swore at Toni for trapping them, but when Adele started laughing, they all joined in. "I guess we're doing this," Adele said between laughs. She reached her hands out, and Toni grabbed one while Megan took the other. The girls joined hands and waited to see what would happen.

"Just as well it's a warm night," Toni joked. "Otherwise we'd be freezing our heinies off."

That set off more peals of laughter, which lasted until someone felt up Sofie's ass. "Oh!" She gasped.

"We have a winner!" Toni said, grinning delightedly.

The man who'd groped Sofie's ass heard her muffled "oh", and because there was no further objection, he stepped closer and caressed both cheeks with his hands. Then, when that got no reaction, he daringly slid his fingers along her perineum and ran them over her entrance and slit. Encouraged by her pussy's warmth and wetness, the man eased his index finger into her dripping gash. He heard a vague moan, which encouraged him further, and he started finger-banging her.

"OMG!" Sofie moaned inside the car as she tried to thrust her hips to meet the finger in her wet pussy. Another finger probed past the first, and it settled on her clit. She moaned again. "At least he knows what he's doing!" Then she added, "Oomph!" A cock had replaced the finger in her pussy! "OMG, OMG, OMG," she repeated as the man vigorously fucked her, his hips slamming into her ass and threatening to push her back through the window. Sofie squeezed her friends' hands as she raced towards a stupendous orgasm. She hoped she got there before the man fucking her because, by his grunts, he was about to unload into her.

Outside the car, others were emboldened by the first man's success, and hands stretched out to caress asses and fingers probed into pussies, finding all three were wet and ready. After several minutes of groping, cocks started replacing fingers, and all four girls had a man behind them, rogering their pussies forcefully. The girls clung to each other, moaning and groaning as the sheer pornographic-ness of what the men were doing to them blew them towards their peaks.

Toni, ever the instigator, let go of Adele and Sofie's hands, and used her fingers to tweak their nipples instead. Sofie, who was almost there, and whose man was grunting as he filled her tight pussy, felt Toni's finger and thumb twisting her nipples, and it was enough to launch her from her orgasm's precipice. She climaxed as the stranger's cum bathed her pussy walls. Sofie immediately gripped Toni and Megan's nipples and tweaked them. Soon, all the girls were groping each other's tits and playing with each other's nipples. They'd been lovers for years, and they all knew what the others liked, and they did precisely that.

Sofie's first man backed away, and to her shock, the cock was replaced by a warm, wet tongue. It probed into her pussy, lapping up the leaking fluids before sliding along her perineum and onto her chocolate starfish. Of the four girls, Sofie liked anal the least, and she turned as best she could considering she was trapped in the window, to speak to the man. "Oi! If you want anal, go to the front passenger window. She loves it!"

The man grunted his acknowledgement, but instead of relinquishing his position and joining the queue behind Adele, he stood and shoved his massive dick into Sofie's tight vaginal orifice.

Inside the car, Sofie's eyes rolled back, and she moaned. "OMG, girls! He is so fucking big, I don't think I can take it all!"

Panting because she was about to cum, Toni gasped, "You'll take it, bitch! Take it and love every second." She added, "Oh_my_Gawd, I'm cumming!" stretching out every syllable before she shuddered and creamed over the balls of the man in her pussy. He pulled out, and Toni instantly felt another cock being positioned at her ass. She grinned and mouthed, "In my ass!" to the others and then groaned as a nice thick cock slid into her tight ass deliciously.

Megan tried to look over her shoulder. A tongue had probed her ass, and it now played along her slit and occasionally flicked her clit, but its actions weren't forceful enough to get much above base camp on her climb up Mount Orgasmic. And she was only that high through her own arousal from what they were doing. It had little to do with the man licking her cunt. "Hey! Stop playing with your food and get on with it!"

"Fuck you, bitch!" The man yelled.

"That's the idea! Fuck me!"

Offended because he thought he was showing his oral skills, the man slapped Megan's ass before ramming his meagre dick into her ass. "Take that, you bitch!"

"Is that all you've got for me? What a waste. Next!"

Megan loved a bit of pain with her pleasure. In fact, having her hair pulled and her ass smacked simultaneously as someone fucked her doggy-style was her favourite sex. She started creaming on the man's mini-tool despite it being inadequate for its task. "That's better. Smack me again!" The combination of slaps and the situation sent Megan scampering to her peak. She leapt from it into a minor orgasm, but at least she got there, which hadn't seemed likely until she'd challenged her lover.

"Your ass is looser than a two-dollar hooker's," the man spat after he'd cum in and pulled out of Megan's ass.

Megan taunted, "It helps if you have bigger than a triple-A battery to fill it with! I need an enormous cock. Who has got one?"

She heard, "Bitch!" but then couldn't have cared less because an enormous, steel-hard dick slid deliciously into her wet hole. A smile split her face. "Better! Now pound that pussy and slap my ass again."

Adele had already cum twice. The girth of her first man's cock was extreme, and it pulled her clit onto its shaft and slid over her G-spot with every inward stroke and distended her pussy lips as he pulled back. Her vociferous response to it had excited two men so much that they'd stood beside her hips and jacked off onto her tailbone.

Adele was almost there again when two more cocks emptied onto her upper ass and tailbone. The warm, wet splashes catapulted her from her climax's precipice, and she told the gathering crowd in no uncertain terms how much pleasure the cock inside her gave her. The man fucking Adele shuddered before jamming his cock in one last time. He locked into a rigour as his dick pulsed and his cum sprayed into Adele's vulva.

The man reluctantly relinquished his place when another guy tapped his shoulder. Adele's new lover had heard a woman saying Adele loved anal, and he wasn't giving up this opportunity. The one time he'd tried to shove his dick up his wife's ass, she'd threatened to cut it off, and he hadn't dared to try again. This was his opportunity to experience anal sex for the first time, and he was glad he'd let his mate talk him into stopping at this spot on their way home from footy training. What he didn't know was that his friend was a closeted bum bandit who wanted to suck his cock in the carpark, which is why he'd suggested they come here. But that's a story for another day.

The new man slid his finger into Adele's recently filled pussy and then rimmed her ass. He was surprised when her ass opened easily and accepted his digit inside. He shrugged internally because he was unfamiliar with women who enjoyed anal sex. If asked, the man would have said no such woman exists. However, he'd been told the slut hanging out of this window loved anal, and she hadn't objected to his finger in her ass, so he lined his stubby dick with her asshole and pushed it inside. He heard, "Ouch!" from inside the car, but no demand that he remove his cock, so he gripped the woman's ass and pounded her for all he was worth.

Adele grinned at her friends and mouthed, "Ass!" She, Megan and Toni high-fived. Sofie shook her head and grinned. "Sluts!"

However, Sofie's taunts turned to a grimace. The man, whose cock she'd stated was almost too big, had filled her pussy with his seed and left. Another man immediately took his place. This man didn't wait for Sofie's objection, and rammed his averagely sized cock into her ass. Sofie wasn't wholly opposed to anal sex; she just didn't receive as much pleasure from the act as the other three girls did. But on this night, in these circumstances, having an anonymous cock roughly fucking her rarely used no-no hole sent her racing towards her peak.

The girls experienced two more orgasms each before Toni said, "I've had enough! Girls?"

The three girls replied. "Yeah, I'm done." "So am I." "Me, too."

Toni lowered the windows so the girls could leap off the cocks in them. "On three. One, two, three!" The girls slid off the cocks and sat in their seats. Toni started the car and drove away. She shouted out the window, "Until next time!" as she accelerated out of the carpark.

The girls buckled their seatbelts as Toni turned onto Logan Road. Then Toni started laughing. "Fuck, that was fun! My cunt's full of cum, my ass hurts, and I'll have to book my car in to have the seats cleaned, but fuck me! Let's do that again soon!"

"As long as you promise not to jam us in the windows again, bitch," Adele said. "I would have liked the chance to give my poor ass a rest and blow a couple of guys instead."

"You all would have taken one each and chickened out," Toni replied. "I made sure you all got plenty, and I did, too, so stop ya bitching!"

"I'm still making you eat the cum out of my ass and then fucking you with my 10-inch strap-on when we get home, so prepare yourself, bitch face!"

Toni replied, "Oh, promises, promised!"

Chapter 3: The Professional Couple. Muslim Wife/Submissive Husband.

Aaliyah Collins stared at her husband, Greg. Her hands were on her hips as she tapped her toes on the floor angrily. Her dark brown eyes flashed with fire. "You thought you were getting a nice, obedient Muslim wife! Well, I have news for you, buster! Muslim women are not as subjugated as you Westerners think we are! We went dogging last month, and we will go dogging again this afternoon. You will do what you did last time, and jack your willy as I suck some cocks and perhaps let one fuck me. Stop objecting because you loved it last time, and you will this time!"

Greg shook his head in despair. His father told him Western women were toxic and suggested he go to Thailand or the Philippines to find a wife and the mother of his children. Instead, Greg married an Aussie woman of Muslim heritage. Aaliyah's parents had emigrated to Australia from Iraq after the first Gulf War.

Her father, an Imam, brought his family to Brisbane and insisted they remained devout Muslims, but emphasised they were Australians now, and had to assimilate into the local culture. Aaliyah and her brothers attended their local public state and high schools and studied at nearby universities. All five children, of whom Aaliyah was the youngest, had a dispensation from their Mullah not to follow the prayer rules while they were at school.

Back in Iraq, Aaliyah would have been married by age thirteen at the eldest, and that was part of the reason her father had fled the country and taken his family to Australia. He didn't agree with anyone marrying until at least age eighteen, although if a suitable match for his children had appeared, he would have allowed them to at sixteen.

Yusuf's father had forced him into an arranged marriage at fifteen, and he resented the pressure placed on him to support a wife and children at such a young age. Instead of going to university as he'd planned, he'd joined his father in their rug store. Yusuf still hates his father for making him do that. He misses his mother.

Without a court order and parental consent, eighteen is the youngest someone can marry in Australia. That fact was another reason Yusuf chose Australia.

Yusuf didn't object to his only daughter marrying an Australian, especially given her husband was a successful lawyer, but he wished she'd married a Muslim or made Greg convert to Islam. Aaliyah and Greg promised to raise their children as Muslims, so there was at least that.

Aaliyah still hadn't received a response to her demand. Greg wasn't pleased that his wife wanted to go out and have sex with someone else at all, let alone her insistence that he watch. He didn't like it; he told himself insistently, despite his cock swelling as he remembered watching Aaliyah blow one guy and then kneel on the car seat as another took her pussy roughly.

"Well?" She asked.

Greg knew he was defeated. He sighed and said, "Okay. Where shall we go?"

"Toohey Mountain bush walk carpark. It's supposed to hop at this time of day."

The married couple went out to Greg's BMW M5, got in it, and drove off. Greg looked at his wife as he drove. Aaliyah wore a hijab over her long, honey-blonde hair, and she'd wrapped a scarf around her neck. It wasn't cold, but Aaliyah would use the scarf to obscure her face when someone came to their car. Aaliyah's C-cup breasts deliciously filled her modest abaya even though it was designed to hide a woman's figure. Aaliyah had broken with custom and tailored her abaya to suit her more outgoing personality. When she stood still or sat, it covered her from neck to toe, but it had several slits that showed her superb legs when she walked, or she could twitch the fabric aside when she sat to show them off. Also, because of the splits in it, Aaliyah could easily lift it above her hips and display her thong-covered ass to passers-by.

A short drive later, Greg backed the into a space in the bush walk's carpark. Currently, they were the only people there. Greg knew what his wife wanted, so he unzipped and pulled his trousers down, exposing his rampantly erect, 8-inch cock. He grabbed it in his fist and began pumping it. Aaliyah looked over and giggled happily. Her pussy lips flowered open, and her wetness flowed as she stared at her husband's enormous wang. Her female friends at the mosque didn't have husbands who had cocks that went even close to matching Greg's, or so the giggled conversations she'd had with them over coffee after their prayer group meetings indicated.

Aaliyah got on her knees, and after wrapping the scarf around her nose and mouth, she lifted it so she could take Greg's throbbing cock in her mouth. Letting her husband continue jacking his shaft, Aaliyah sucked Greg's knob and swirled her tongue over his glans. She knew she'd trained him well enough that he wouldn't cum until she permitted him to. Aaliyah, enjoying the situation, reached between her legs. She bunched her abaya's skirt until she could reach her carefully waxed pussy. With her fingers dancing over her clit and exploring her vulva, Aaliyah was enjoying herself so much that she almost didn't hear the insistent tap-tap-tap on her window.

She held the scarf over her face as she eased off her husband's cock, sat back in her seat and turned her head to face the window. She saw a man standing beside their car holding what appeared to be a sizeable package. He hadn't taken it out yet, but Aaliyah's mouth watered as she imagined the weapon he looked to be wielding. The man gestured for Aaliyah to wind down her window, and in return, Aaliyah mimed he should take his cock out.

The stranger unzipped and took out an average but disappointingly sized dick. It seemed his package was mostly balls with a little sausage. However, it was adequate for Aaliyah's needs, and she opened her door. She looked back at her husband, who stared at her avidly, giggled and gestured for the man to move closer. Then, holding the scarf across her nose and mouth in case he had a camera, Aaliyah leant out and took hold of the man's shaft, pulling him closer.

Greg's appreciative groan made Aaliyah smile, and she released the stranger's dick so she could lift her scarf and take him in her mouth. Using the skills she'd gained by relentlessly practising on her husband, Aaliyah brought the dick in her mouth to fruition quickly.

"Thanks," the man muttered as he put himself back away.

He wasn't large enough for Aaliyah to bother beyond blowing him, so she said, "YVW," and let him leave.

The incident left Aaliyah's libido ramped high. Her sweet little pussy had swollen with need, and her arousal fluids soaked her grey lycra knickers. She lifted her heels onto the seat, letting her knees fall apart. Aaliyah was about to play with herself when someone else knocked on her window. She turned to see another averagely sized cock being viciously jerked outside her window. She shrugged, wondering if small to average cocks were all she'd see this day. Still, it held another mouthful of delicious cum, and Aaliyah wanted it.

Aaliyah opened the door and let the man move before her. She bent over and accepted his cock into her mouth. This man was a little braver than the other guy, and he let his hand roam over Aaliyah's bosom. He grunted in surprise when he discovered Aaliyah's breasts were unfettered, and he pinched her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, gauging her reaction. Aaliyah's moan emboldened him, and he squeezed harder and twisted.

The pain seemed to leap directly to Aaliyah's pussy, making her clit throb and her juices flow. She reached blindly, searching for her husband's hand. Greg saw what she wanted and shifted so he could reach around his wife's hip and tickle her clitoris. Aaliyah moaned again, and she turned more front on to the stranger and attacked his cock with renewed vigour. With how she'd shifted, both her breasts were now facing the man, and he moved to cup them. He strummed her nipples with his thumbs before gripping them and pulling firmly.

The sudden pain heightened Aaliyah's arousal, and she shifted until she was on her hands and knees on the car seat, facing the stranger. Aaliyah's latest man shifted his hands from her breasts to the back of her head, and he held it still as he face-fucked her. But Aaliyah didn't like that stranger trying to control her, so she dug her long nails into the man's ball sack until he winced and released her head. Once he did, Aaliyah wrapped her petite hand around the man's shaft and went back to using her immense skills to make him cum.

Behind her, Greg caressed her heart-shaped ass and tickled her anus, teasing entry, which he knew his wife didn't allow. Aaliyah wriggled her bottom, knowing her husband was teasing and playing along. Of course, Greg shifted his fingers until they grazed her dripping entrance and further onto her swollen clitoris.

"Cumming," the stranger in Aaliyah's mouth said. To his surprise, Aaliyah sucked and pumped harder, eager to take his load down her throat. He moaned as his orgasm hit, and he clenched Aaliyah's head to hold her still as he filled her mouth with his cum. The man staggered back when Aaliyah released his cock, zipped himself away, and then hurried away. He'd be late for work if he didn't get moving.

Disappointed with the cocks she'd played with, Aaliyah thought she'd suck Greg off and give up for the day. Perhaps this just wasn't the spot where guys with big dicks came. She hadn't had an orgasm yet, which disappointed her even more. Aaliyah knew Greg would joyfully fuck her or eat her to an orgasm, but she had her heart set on climaxing as a cock his length and girth or better spat its sticky load inside her tightly gripping pussy. She sighed, knowing that finding men with eight or more inches of man meat was no simple task.

She sat, idly watching her husband masturbate as she contemplated leaving and fucking him at home, when there was another tap-tap-tap on her window. Aaliyah turned and saw a tall, gangly youth gesturing for her to lower her window. Thinking there was no way this callow youth could have anything hidden in his pants to interest her, Aaliyah wound the window down rather than open the door as she typically did.

Excited, the youth pulled his shorts and underpants down, exposing a semi-erect, monstrously long and thick cock. It must have already been longer and thicker than Greg's, and it wasn't even fully erect yet. Aaliyah's mouth went dry, and she pushed the door open in a hurry to touch that gigantic pussy destroyer. She grabbed it and pulled the young man closer before guiding it straight into her mouth. The guy tried to pull her scarf away so he could see, but Aaliyah slapped his hand. She released his dick and said, "Take what you get and enjoy it!"

The youth immediately stopped. He may have been young, but he knew which side his bread was buttered on! Aaliyah moaned as she gripped his shaft and fed his monster into her mouth and down her throat. She'd unknowingly moved back onto her hands and knees to access it better. She moaned again when the young man cupped her breasts and handled them harshly. Aaliyah would have slapped Greg's face if he'd handled them that roughly, but in these circumstances, the forcefulness of the youth's touch excited her, and her nipples hardened against his palms as her juices flowed from her tight pussy.

Looking over her shoulder, Aaliyah realised Greg was right into her play, so she grinned at him and manipulated her body until her ass faced out the door. Again, her new play partner may have been young, but he knew what to do when confronted with a willing ass hanging out of a car door. He flipped Aaliyah's abaya above her shapely ass and knelt so he could push his tongue against her knicker-covered, soaking wet entrance.

Aaliyah moaned her appreciation, but the youth wasn't moving quickly enough for her liking, so she reached back and pulled her knicker's gusset aside. The man gasped at the sight of Aaliyah's waxed pussy and the wetness dripping from it, and he stuck his tongue out and savoured the taste of her essence. It still wasn't enough, and Aaliyah looked over her shoulder. "Stick it in me!" She growled.

The man immediately obeyed. Holding his lengthy member in his hand, he introduced its head to Aaliyah's entrance, slid the head inside, gripped her hips and rammed it inside. It crashed against Aaliyah's cervix, causing her to yelp with delight.

"Take it, bitch!" The man said, grunting as he ripped Aaliyah back onto his cock and pushed her forward until only his cock's tip remained inside her.

Aaliyah took it all right! Took it and loved every single second of it. She gripped her husband's thick pole and pumped it fiercely as she slammed her hips back to meet the young man's thrusts. Aaliyah no longer ran up Mount Eruptus towards its peak. She sprinted up it as if the hounds of Hell were on her tail. She reached the top, and with a squeal fit to wake the dead, she orgasmed on the youth's enormous tool. Aaliyah could squirt but only did so in the ultimate throws of pleasure when she had at least an 8-inch cock powering into her tight cunt. She was there now, and her womanly fluids blew from her pussy around the thrusting cock and coated the man's balls.

The man holding Aaliyah's hips grinned wolfishly. Although he was still in his teens, he had an older step-aunt who'd taken him under her wing and taught him how to control his arousal so he could please his lovers. He waited, with his dick nestled against Aaliyah's cervix, until she shuddered and tentatively pushed back at him. When she did, the man fell forward over her back, and remembering what his step-aunt loved in this situation, cupped Aaliyah's breasts and gripped them firmly. Then, using those delicious mounds to pull her back, he fucked the woman viciously again.

The pain in her breasts and cervix backed Aaliyah's arousal up, but the delicious sensation of a thick dick pulling her clit against it when it was shoved into her combined with its shaft rubbing her G-spot with every in-and-out stroke. The pleasure from her two most sensitive erogenous zones melded with the sensations from her breasts and cervix, and the pain she felt there heightened the pleasure from the other two. It sent Aaliyah scampering back towards her peak again. Aaliyah screamed as she reached her peak and flung herself from it into a mind-destroying orgasm.

To complete her delight, she felt the humongous cock in her wet hole lengthen and expand before it exploded inside her, coating her vulva's walls with thick, slimy cum. Cum showering over her G-spot extended and intensified Aaliyah's orgasm, and her screams of passion and pleasure continued unabated for several seconds.

Exhausted, her mind shattered, and her body entirely satiated, Aaliyah slowly fell forward and off the gigantic weapon buried in her overflowing cunt. She lay there panting as the man who had just filled her panted. "Fuck, that was awesome!" He said as he pulled his shorts up. "Hope to see you here another day." The youth bent over to peer into the car. His eyes widened when he saw the driver's enormous cock fountaining cum into a hastily grabbed tissue. "Your missus is fecking awesome, mate. Thanks for letting me do her."

Greg nodded and helped his wife to sit. He reached over and put her seat belt on, did his up, and drove home.

The End.

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