Dogging - Sex Stories

Dogging

... fucked. I love it. I fucking love it!&#034 They all grouped around, watching and yanking their cocks while my hubby pounded away behind me. The sound of our fucking made it better. The slap-slap-slap of flesh on flesh mixed with my groans and sighs, while, at the same time, I could hear my pussy squelching around my husband's stiff cock. After a few minutes of frantic rutting, with me thrusting my hips back to take his cock deeper, my hubby grunted and gave a huge bellow. I felt him tense, his fingers digging into me as his cock pulsed and then pumped jizm. When I felt my husband's seed fluttering inside me it got me there again, and I groaned and moaned and snarled out that I was coming. As soon as the cock slid out of me I walked around to the front of the bench, discarding my dress as I went. Next I squatted and held my flaps splayed with my fingertips, showing the boys the gape of my cunt as semen dribbled out of it and plopped to the gravel between my shoes. They all came at me, pumping their dicks, thrusting cocks of all shapes and sizes into my face. I sucked and wanked them indiscriminately and felt their semen rain down onto me. There was goo on my face and more of the stuff running over my chest and tits. I let them come on my tongue, in my hair, all over me, and by the time the last guy stepped back I was covered in spunk. The drive home saw me sitting next to my husband, my dress plastered to my body where it stuck to all the cum I'd been bathed with. I could feel the stuff going all stiff in my hair and I could smell it coming off me. I fingered my gooey cunt and came as we motored along the road towards home, already thinking about my next dogging encounter.