“Yes, but I want more.”
I was at my limit, if she wanted it harder or faster, then she’d have to find somebody else to do it.
“I’m going to come.”
Then she suddenly did, and it was so intense that it put me off my stroke. I was watching her with mixed emotions. I was proud that I’d given her such an immense orgasm, but disappointed because I wasn’t going to be able to come inside her. But if I was lucky she might jerk me off.
When I pulled out of her my cock was still fully erect, and she noticed.
“Did you come?”
I shook my head.
“Don’t worry, we can fix that. Put it back in. But keep away from my clit, it’s now a bit sensitive.”
Becky would never let me do that. When she comes, that’s it, even if I haven’t.
It took me five minutes of pounding her juicy pussy, and then my cock erupted. I lost count of the number of times that I spurted, but it must have been a record for me.
Because we were now lovers rather than strangers, there was no need for me to leave straight away. We could spend some time together cuddling and talking, so we did, and it was enjoyable.
But when she suddenly said, “I’m going to stop Dogging,” my heart sank.
That was hugely disappointing, because I didn’t want this to end. I wanted to fuck her again, and as often as possible. But if she didn’t want to continue then there was nothing that I could do about it. Next time it would have to be Sheila.
Then she spoke again and my mood changed. I now wasn’t just happy, I was ecstatic.
She’d said, “You know where I live. Come and see me whenever you can.”
That got her a big hug, and a kiss on the cheek. I would go and see her, and while I was there I’d do some jobs for her. But that would just be an excuse so that Becky wouldn’t suspect anything. The main reason for me being there would be so that I could fuck her!
When I got home, Becky, as expected, was still out with her friends. In the morning she was the first one up, so I didn’t see her until I went down for breakfast.
As soon as I saw her I could tell that she was agitated. She greeted me with, “Have you seen this,” and then she thrust the newspaper into my hand.
I couldn’t have, because it had been delivered this morning, and I’d only just got up. However, I didn’t point that out to her, I just politely said, “No I haven’t,” and then I started to read it.
The heading, in bold letters, was:
‘Frolicking in Frampton Forest’
I couldn’t help myself, I laughed loudly, and Becky was now looking at me as if I’d gone mad. Dogging had come to our sleepy little town, and from the description of the site, I knew exactly where it was. It was a mile from our house.
So I was wrong, it was contagious. Watch out, it will soon be at a place that is near to you!
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