Cum Rag

The first girlfriend I properly fell in love with was an absolute firecracker named Rachel. A gorgeous, petite brunette with an awesome set of 32D's on her, which looked bigger due to how slim and small she was. 5'3". We met at nineteen and it took a month of wooing her before we had sex. Let me tell you it was worth the wait.

I loved that she was confident and pretty, coming across as the girl-next-door type, then discovering she loved getting fucked. Whenever her parents were out, she wanted it all over the house. She loved it outside too, in our cars, and in public spaces. But I only learned what was really going on inside that horny mind of hers after about a year of us dating.

That's when Rachel started asking about my sexual fantasies while eagerly sharing her own, turning up the heat in our relationship, not afraid to see how deep and honest our conversations could go. Up until then, I was too young, naïve, and inexperienced to understand that a lot of her behaviour was signs of exhibitionism.

Like the time we flew to Spain on a cheap holiday, and she spent the week topless on a beach. No asking my thoughts as her boyfriend. She simply whipped off her bikini top and unashamedly bared her firm tits. I secretly loved it, seeing so many guys looking while knowing she was mine.

But once Rachel had confessed her exhibitionist tendencies, not that she used those exact words, it was more her sharing fantasies around showing off and being seen, everything suddenly made sense. All the outdoor sex, keeping the blinds open, the thrill of getting caught, the sex videos we made with a camcorder.

The plunging tops, short skirts, and the revealing dresses she started wearing when we went out, showing off her figure and sexy legs. Rachel wasn't doing it for other guys; she wasn't even doing it for me; she was feeding her own insatiable thirst to be looked at with sexual intent.

That's how at the age of twenty-one, two years into our relationship, we ended up in a car park at 11pm one Saturday night. My girlfriend wanted to try dogging, one of the few places where she could feed her fantasies in the safety of a locked car, with me as her partner in crime and protector.

I was still a young, athletic guy with short, brown hair and hazel eyes, standing 5ft 9" tall. I also knew Taekwondo, having done it as a kid until I was seventeen. But what the fuck was I going to do if a bunch of Neanderthals tried to get heavy with us? For me, the risk simply wasn't worth it. Not for Rach, however, she couldn't wait.

Instead of listening to the ninety percent of my brain telling me it was a terrible idea, I listened to the ten percent that said it would be fine. The ten percent that was always wrapped around Rachel's little finger, eager to please her needs and wants, regardless of whether it was wise.

As I drove us to the location, every concern I had was suddenly amplified. What if the police catch us? What if we get recognised or mugged? What if she gets raped? What if we're both murdered? My anxiety knew no bounds. Meanwhile, Rachel giggled beside me in the passenger seat like a naughty schoolgirl.

Her long, chestnut brown hair was in a high ponytail, a few strands framing her pretty face and nervous excitement. Large, silver hoops dangled from her ears, makeup clean and subtle, nothing deliberately overdone. She wore a black tracksuit with white stripes down her arms and legs, and a pair of white trainers.

Arriving at our destination, I parked the car at the far end of the car park and killed the engine. Two other cars were already there. We noticed them on the way in. We had done some crazy shit in our relationship, but nothing like this. My heart was pounding and my hands were clammy from all the adrenaline pumping around my body, so I sat still for moment.

"I can't believe we're finally here," Rachel gasped excitedly. "Are you ok, Harry?"

"Yeah," I lied. "Just give me a second."

"You're not backing out on me, are you?" she teased, only I knew she wasn't joking.

"No, of course not. I'm just making sure everything is ok first," I lied once more.

"Good, because those vodka-cokes are kicking in and I'm horny," she smiled a warning, sliding a hand between my legs, rubbing my crotch, her smile almost evil.

"Just relax a moment," I complained, removing her hand. I couldn't get hard, because unlike my girlfriend, the thought of people openly watching us terrified me.

"Do you not want to do it?" she asked with her fake sad face. It usually worked when she was asking me for a favour, not now.

"It's not that, babe. Having sex in dark places like this just freaks me out," I said.

"That's ok. Take all the seconds and minutes you need," she smirked, tracing the tip of her tongue across her top lip as she leaned back and slid a hand down inside the front of her jogging bottoms. "In the meantime, you can just watch me being very wicked in the passenger seat."

"You dirty bitch," I laughed, finally beginning to twitch between my own legs.

Rachel then withdrew her hand and hooked her thumbs into the waistband of the jogging bottoms. She pushed them down to her knees and spread her pale thighs, exposing her tight, pink, shaven cunt, glistening with her slippery juices.

"Fuck! Where are your knickers?" I laughed nervously, looking around outside again.

"I thought they'd just get in the way," she teased, rubbing herself with two fingers before unzipping the top down to her navel, exposing her sparkly bellybutton stud and her firm, juicy tits. No bra. Now I was hard. I realised her attire wasn't meant to look sexy; it was so she could both expose and cover herself quickly.

"Getting hard yet?" she asked in a sultry tone. She reached under the chair and pushed it right back, then turned the plastic wheel on the side and lowered the seat back to a forty-five-degree angle.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" I asked, constantly checking outside, trying to get a look at the two cars.

"Maybe," she replied, sucking a finger which she then circled her rock-hard nipples with. "Do I look sure to you?"

"I don't think I can relax enough to do this. I need to stay alert," I moaned, paranoid.

"Then just watch," she giggled, cupping a soft tit as she turned the interior light on.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I exclaimed, quickly turning it off again.

But I had flapped, so I ended up hitting the light three times before I managed to keep it off. Rachel laughed and opened her legs wider, spreading her sticky folds as she moaned and played with her taut nipples again. Nothing about the situation seemed to worry her one bit.

A car door suddenly shut behind us. Then a second. I turned around and looked out the back window. It was difficult to see clearly, but two shadowy figures were walking over to us. Two men. I had to hold it together for her, but I was shaking badly.

"Two guys are coming over," I stressed, but Rachel buzzed with even more excitement. "Christ, babe, how many of those vodka-cokes did you drink?"

"Not nearly enough," she barely breathed, struggling with her own adrenaline now.

By the time the two men were at her window, Rachel had zipped the top back up, but only enough to cover her nipples. But at least she had pulled the bottoms right up. I then noticed she still had her hand inside, playing with her pussy. Her face was flushed while her brown eyes glinted with nervous excitement.

The men were anywhere between late-forties and early-fifties. Two strangers old enough to be our dad, for fucks sake. Both peered inside the car at my girlfriend from a few feet away. They didn't do anything at first, not even a smile. They were just curiously sussing out the situation.

"What do you want to do? Do you want to go?" I asked, panic in my voice.

"No," she sighed, losing control of herself.

It was if she had been waiting all her life for this moment. She leaned back with her head turned towards the men and began to pleasure herself with one hand down the bottoms and another inside the top, submitting to whatever feral desires she had cooking inside her. The two men unzipped and took their hard cocks out.

I sat in silence, mouth dry as a bone, intuition urging me to turn the key and drive away as I listened to her breathing became shallower and her moans louder.

"Ohhhh fuck..." she panted, watching two strangers stroking their meat for her.

"Are you ok?" I promised myself that we would never do this again.

"Lower the window, Harry," she sighed.

"No," I replied firmly, shocked she asked.

"Just a little bit. I want to hear them," she moaned. "Ohhh... fuck... I need to come."

"Hurry up and do it then," I demanded

Rachel rolled her head to look at me. "Please, Harry," she pleaded. I had never seen her looking so wanton before.

"Jesus Christ, Rach." Knowing the doors were locked and trusting, with no good reason, that the men were only there to jerk off, I lowered her window two inches, feeling like my heart was going to explode.

One of the men stepped closer and rested his hand on the roof above, still stroking his hard cock. The other guy leaned low, looking through the window directly at me. He smiled and raised his thumb. I nodded with a friendly, polite, half-smile.

"All right, love," the man leaning on the car spoke through the gap with a gravelly voice, his eyes dark with lust. "Haven't seen you two round here before."

"First timers," Rachel giggled, withdrawing her hands from her clothing.

"That's great, and please don't stop now, love. It looked like you were enjoying yourself," he chuckled dirtily. "Or maybe you'd like us to help you? If your fella doesn't mind." He peered through at me.

Rachel also looked at me, smiling with those pleading, needy eyes again. Then the second man promised to play by our rules. No liberties would be taken. The first man agreed, also promising to be respectful. My naughty girlfriend clearly wanted them to touch her body.

So, with my cock admittedly throbbing and leaking, despite my nervousness, I brought the window right down. Rachel screeched and laughed when the men leaned inside the car with their big, greedy hands eager to go to work on her. It was a very hot situation but also a terrifying one.

Rachel kept her hands by her sides, constantly giggling like it was just a bit of harmless fun, as the first man unzipped her top and the second grabbed her bottoms, pulling downward. I swallowed a hard lump, trying to keep my shit together.

"Mmm, great stuff," the first man groaned, freeing her tits. He cupped one and then other before tweaking her hard nipples.

"Open your gorgeous legs," the second man instructed in a husky voice, having pulled her bottoms down over her knees, smoothing his hands all over her thighs. "Ohhhhh, look at that juicy, tight pussy."

Rachel looked at me, biting her lip with her knees now wide apart. She grabbed my forearm, digging her nails into my skin when the man cupped her bald, swollen mound and groaned how wet she was. I could see she was scared, but the fear had clearly ramped up her arousal.

The second man then pushed a finger into her sopping hole while the first man caressed her tits. Rachel let out a deep sigh and closed her eyes, submitting to the urges she had clearly been harbouring inside herself.

"You like that?" The second man smirked, thrusting his hand between her thighs.

Rachel arched her body, moaning like a whore as the men praised and "abused" her crudely through the window. I grabbed my crotch, squeezing to ease some of the tension straining between my own legs, but there was no chance of me taking my cock out. I was mentally preparing myself to get us out of there once she had come.

"Dripping... good girl," the second man grunted, ramming his finger into her cunt.

"You got a great set on you, love," the first man added. "Can we cum over your tits?"

Although we were only twenty-one, I thought we had watched enough porn, including dogging videos, for me to not feel as overwhelmed as I did. But seeing my girlfriend being molested and spoken to like that, by two, horny old strangers, nothing could have prepared me for dogging.

Their hands kept working her tits and pussy, determined, and relentless, constantly drawing deep, needy moans from her as they explored her young body through the open window. But their lust was greedy for more.

It was understandable. They needed to cum too, plus Rachel looked well up for it. The first man pulled back only to offer her his thick cock, while the second rubbed her clit one moment then fingered her the next. I watched her hand raise and reach, then wrap around another man.

"That's it, love," he groaned. "Feel free to suck it if you want."

"Finish her off, buddy," the second man instructed as he guided my girlfriend's other hand to his throbbing cock.

Fuck it, I thought. The quicker I get this done the quicker we go home. I was dying to fuck her now. I leaned over and started playing with her pussy while she leaned forward and took the head of the first guys cock into her mouth, sucking like she would me as she stroked the other guy.

They reached in again for her tits when she started to alternate between them. Sucking and stroking like a whore while panting at my finger rubbing her aching clit, the fastest way to get her off and out of there. But then Rachel opened the door so she could give them proper blowjobs.

"You can cum on my tits but tell me when you're about to do it," she warned them.

"Definitely," the first man agreed, pulling on the back of her head as she took him again. "Oh fuck, have I got a load for you."

For fucks sake. I jumped out the car and went round to the passenger side just to keep a closer eye on things. But seeing my girlfriend hungrily blowing two strangers, while they played with her tits, eventually took its toll on me. I finally released my own cock and stroked over the scene.

God, she looked like a whore. My beautiful, sexy, confident whore. Moaning enthusiastically on two hard cocks, bottoms around her thighs, top fully open, tits being mauled, nipples tweaked and pulled. Rachel was in her element. But you would never believe it if you saw or met her under normal circumstances.

"Here it comes," the first man gasped. He gripped his shaft, pumping vigorously, then blasted thick cum across my girlfriend's gorgeous tits while she sucked the other guy. The dirty bitch couldn't get enough. "Thank you. That was fantastic."

"Oh fuck!" The second guy exclaimed a little too late. As Rachel pulled back, the first rope splashed her lips and chin, before he aimed lower and added his cum to the load already cooling on her tits. "Sorry. I didn't mean to do that," he said.

"It's ok," Rachel recoiled, wiping it off with her sleeve while he finished spraying her.

"Ohhh. Fuck that was amazing," the second man breathed, rubbing his cock across her nipple. "Are you ok? I'm really sorry about that, but you give great head."

We all laughed, including Rachel who was now wondering how she was going to clean all the cum off her tits. I put my cock away without unloading and got her back in properly with the door closed. The two men thanked us once more before returning to their cars in low celebration.

"Didn't think this through, did you?" I laughed at for being embarrassed. "I have something you can use in the back.

Using some clean rags that I always kept with the spare wheel, Rachel was eventually able to wipe the cum from her tits and her thighs, where some had dripped. She stank of sperm, so we drove home with the windows open, the cum rags left behind in a rubbish bin.

"You're still going to fuck me when we get home, right?" Rachel was back in slut mode.

"Damn right I am," I chuckled.

"Good, because that was the whole point of us doing this while my parents are away."

"Us? You mean you! I didn't do anything. But it's ok. I could see how much you enjoyed it. But promise me we won't come dogging again. I can't go through that shit again."

"I promise..." she giggled. "We can always think of something else to do instead."

"Yeah? Like what?" I smirked curiously.

"Well... you have admitted it would be hot to fuck me with another guy..."

I burst into laughter. "You horny bitch."