Back Seat Show-off

She lay there, looking down at the spunk shining on her heaving chest and then smiling mute thanks at the donor. Her hand, still trembling from emotion, reached hesitantly up from her stomach and cupped her breast, massaging the slippery cum into her skin, glancing around as she did so to see five male faces watching her. She smiled more broadly now, pleased to have found the courage put on such a show and pleased to have enjoyed it so much. Still devoid of energy she just lay back and gently rubbed cum into her skin while her breath gradually returned to normal, at the same time languidly watching the man in front of her still slowly running his hand up and down his cock. She hoped vaguely that before she went he would cum and she would see it.

Abruptly she realised that she hadn't actually finished for the evening yet at all, for she had neither switched off the light nor raised the window, subconsciously wanting her audience to remain. A delicious little shiver went through her with this realisation and she began to fondle her breast more firmly and to gently rub her clitoris once again. She still felt horny and wanted more, but without the previous urgency, and showing her cum-shiny breasts and wet pussy to anyone who cared to look was enough for the moment, and in any case, she wasn't quite sure what she wanted to do next.

That probably would have remained the case had one of her spectators not taken the next step for her. As she lounged back quietly playing with her eyes half closed she became aware of a hand reaching into the car. Her eyes shot open, a jolt of alarm flashing through her as she remembered the open window. She almost panicked again, and might have done except for the warm post orgasmic lethargy that delayed her response.

But that momentary delay was enough. Instead of jerking away in fear she let the hand find its target, feeling strange fingers hesitantly stroking and then, as he became more confident, firmly moulding and fondling the flesh of her breast. She felt her nipple harden in response. Being touched by a stranger turned her on.

Erin had no idea if it was the same man who had cum over her, he had turned his head sideways to be able to reach in, but she could feel fingers sliding over cum slippery skin and the thought that one strange man might be massaging another's cum into her naked flesh stimulated her greatly.

She gave him free rein to play with her breasts as he wished, even removing her own hand to give him access to both, aroused by his touch. She gazed at the men opposite, letting them see a disembodied arm reach over her shoulder to tug at her nipples and squeeze her flesh at the same time as she continued to play with herself. He made her close her eyes briefly and repeatedly from either a flash of pain or a surge of pleasure, but all the time she masturbated in front of them all, her fingers once more delving into her own depths.

Then she noticed that his hand was moving. He was no longer just playing with her breasts but reaching further, groping his way down her stomach, stretching down her body as far as he could. He was, she realised with sudden delight, attempting to get to her pussy, but it was beyond his reach. She pushed herself back, trying to help him, trying to get herself within touching distance, wanting to feel his hand probing between her legs. He got close, his fingertips just touching her bikini line, scrabbling gently at her pubic hair, but she was too far away for him to touch in that position. She remembered the previous time with Jason.

"Wait"

She spoke urgently, scrambling around to kneel once more on the seat and to push her bottom at the window just as she had before. Except, of course, this time the window was open and her pussy was not just available to see, but to be touched. He didn't hesitate and she felt two fingers plunge straight into her, pushing in as far as they could reach and bringing a loud cry of pleasure from her lips.

It was bizarre, but so exciting and so erotic to be kneeling on the back seat of her car with strange fingers exploring her vagina. Never in a million years would she ever have dreamed of such a thing happening, but now that it was she was in heaven. Somehow the circumstances, being in an acknowledged dogging site, took away any shame or guilt from such activities, leaving her free to enjoy being finger fucked by a man she had never met before while several other men looked on.

She looked across the car at her other two observers only to see that the wanking man with his huge cock had gone, and to feel a twinge of disappointment that he had given up. She hadn't seen him either cum or go, she grinned inwardly at her private pun. Perhaps he had gone around the car to look at her raised bottom, she hoped so.

But then it wasn't just one man touching her. She felt another hand stroke her bottom and slide down into her crack, searching for the entrance to her tunnel. She caught her breath, amazed at the wonderful sensation as he found her pussy and wriggled a finger into her alongside his companion. Two men fingering her at once, it was so damn hot that she felt the vague chance of another orgasm become a distinct likelihood, the unsynchronised jabbing movement of the two men's fingers adding to her arousal.

Then she felt a third hand land on the cheeks of her bottom. The hand began caressing her behind, the palm circling round and round, but with the circles getting smaller and smaller. She felt alarmed; her vagina was never going to accommodate three men. But he seemed to think it would, because his fingertip was soon paddling through the wetness around her slit, seeking entrance.

The man had other ideas. He was not about to compete for room in her pussy with three other fingers. Instead she felt his wet fingertip probe gently at her anus, finding her back door and then wriggling and pushing against the resistance of her sphincter.

Erin had never had her bottom penetrated by anything before and a thrill went through her at the prospect. Any other time and she may well have reacted strongly against this unnatural invasion, but tonight she felt free, uninhibited and up for anything, and so instead of resisting she pushed back as much as she could, inviting his finger into her arse.

He penetrated her far more easily than she expected, his finger was made wet with her juices and slipped inside her with almost no resistance. She absorbed the strangely erotic and slightly kinky feeling, her eyes wide with wonder and her mouth slowly curling into a smile of enjoyment. She could feel the finger in her arse moving against the ones in her pussy, separated only by thin membranous walls, and her orgasm welled up inside her from the intensity of the sensations.

This time when she came she shouted out loud, pleading her partners to push in deeper, to ram their fingers up her and push even more in if they could. She didn't care what they, or anyone else for that matter, thought of her, she was a bitch on heat and wanted to be satisfied. Her eyes screwed themselves up as the orgasm struck and her body began to shake, trembling and shuddering from the power of her enjoyment. In the end she jerked and juddered so strongly that she dislodged the finger from her arse, crying out in frustration at the loss and thrusting herself back harder to hold the others within her.

When finally her orgasm passed she knelt on the seat, passively letting her head fall onto her folded arms so that her bottom remained high in the air, content to feel the fingers inside her now still and unmoving, just resting in her passage as if awaiting instruction.

After a minute or so she felt the fingers slide out, all three together as if belonging to a single hand. She felt empty and oddly saddened from the loss and made to move away, intending to sit on the seat once more. But at the first sign of her intention she felt a hand grab at her hip, holding her firmly against the window, not allowing her to move.

She acquiesced, allowing herself to be held up into the window space, still not possessing the energy to resist and anyway expecting and wanting the fingers to return and slide back into her body.

But it wasn't a finger. When she felt something bumping against her rear, clumsily making its way into her slit she realised that this was no digit but a cock. One of the men wanted to fuck her. This was not something she had envisaged but it never occurred to her to object. Instead she welcomed it, suddenly needing to feel a man inside her, wanting to feel him cum and flood her womb with spunk even though she was unprotected.

The cock dragged along her crack, passing over her anus and finding its way to her entrance where it paused. Maybe the man was adjusting his stance, maybe he had paused to ask mute permission, but Erin didn't want to wait, she needed that cock inside her.

"Go on then. Fuck me if you're going to!"

The cock slid home and she sighed happily, wondering vaguely who it was but not really caring. A hand gripped her other hip, pulling her back against the cock as it began to thrust into her and she closed her eyes, moaning with pleasure. Now held by both hips she readily surrendered to the man's wishes.

At first the thrusts into her were unhurried and deliberate, the cock sliding into her deep and slow, burying itself to the root and then withdrawing almost all the way out. In her mind she could see the shiny wet shaft sliding right in and out of her, and the thought that others were enjoying that sight sent a thrill running through her. She held herself still, fighting the urge to push back against the cock, wanting the man to stay in control and show everyone how he was fucking her.

But slowly his movements got faster and harder until he was ramming himself into her in quick powerful thrusts, stabbing into her with his weapon, and she felt herself responding, moving with every plunge of his cock into her pussy as another orgasm began to engulf her. Soon she had forgotten all about any spectators, letting herself be overwhelmed by the sensations inside her until finally both she and the partner exploded into their climaxes together, his spunk pumping into her as she shouted out and pushed her bottom hard into the window opening, trying to take in more of his fantastic cock.

When he had done she was shivering once again, shaken by the sheer force of yet another powerful orgasm. She knelt on the back seat, her chest heaving, covered in sweat and with her extended leg trembling uncontrollably. The man released her hips and withdrew his cock without a word, leaving her as if turning away from a machine that had fulfilled its purpose. Erin was glad, for she wanted no communication between him and her, just the knowledge that she had been fucked but without knowing who by.

When he had gone she was very tempted just to collapse forward onto the seat and lie there until she had recovered, but she felt the cool night air waft over her hot sweaty buttocks and it felt so lovely that she made herself remain kneeling, conscious too that in doing so she was displaying her well fucked pussy to the world. Being fucked by a stranger had been a fitting end to an experimentally sexy evening.

That was not the end of the evening however. Soon she felt the head of another cock probing for her entrance, the man having assumed that by remaining in position she was inviting others.

For a moment she stiffened, not certain if she should, or even could, let herself be taken again. But almost before she had the time to react this new cock found its way to her vagina and pushed itself in, sliding deeply into her through the wet cum that filled her passage. It felt so good, so exciting and so yet forbidden to have two men take her one after the other that all thoughts of protesting were instantly gone and she moaned with joy.

There was no gradual build up with this man. He must have been totally turned on by watching her being fucked before, because as soon as he had entered her and taken hold of her hips he began to fuck her hard and fast, ploughing into her with no thought for her comfort or pleasure. She was being jolted forward with each stroke and then hauled back by the hands gripping her hips so that her breasts swung beneath her and rubbed her nipple against the leather of the seat, stimulating them and making them harden once more in the process. She looked across, wondering if the man facing her was gazing at her swaying breasts, but he had gone and even though she was sure that others were watching she had a weird feeling of being alone with the cock that ravaged her pussy.

She could tell that this lover wasn't going to last long, not long enough to bring her to orgasm even if her body was ready to cum again, and so she just hung on, taking mental rather than physical pleasure from her second man of the evening.

When he did cum it was in contrast to the way he had fucked her. He slammed himself deep inside her and then hung on to her hips so that his cock was motionless inside her apart from the jerk that she felt each time he pumped another spurt of cum up her, grunting loudly with each one.

Just like his predecessor this man simply pulled out silently and moved away when he had finished, leaving Erin with her bottom raised to display her pussy with its trickle of spunk that she could feel running from it.

This time she didn't even think of moving away, instead she stayed kneeling in the same exposed position, wondering hopefully if there was another man to take her and pump even more cum into her. She couldn't help hoping that there would be, if only because she felt so uninhibited, so wanton, and so bizarrely submissive that she wanted to be used by as many men as possible. For a moment she even wanted it to be the same third man who had fingered her, the one who had penetrated her bottom. Maybe he would do the same with his cock. She had never had anal sex, but right now she was open, literally open, to anything.

There was another man, and this time she glanced impulsively over her shoulder to see who it was trying to enter her, only to find that all she could see of him was the open fly of his jeans and the hand guiding his hard, thick cock into her pussy. The rest of him was as hidden as his identity, out of sight above and below the level of the window. She didn't care, the glance had only been instinctive and knowing who was fucking her would only have spoilt the thrill of it.

She was briefly disappointed that her anus had been left virginal, but as her new lover pushed in she realised that it was really just as well. This was a big man in every sense of the word. She breathed in sharply as he rammed himself home, realising at once that she was taking the biggest cock of her young life. Not, she thought, that she had much to compare him with, because until tonight she had had only four lover making this only the sixth - no, seventh cock ever to enter her.

She felt her vagina stretch to take him, making him push in even though she was thoroughly lubricated with cum as well as her own juices. It felt good, so damn good. Now everyone watching, and she was sure that several people were, would know that she could cope with a king sized cock. She sighed with happiness as he began to thrust into her, listening proudly to the wet noises of his cock sliding in and out of her pussy. Perhaps, she wondered, this was the man she had seen wanking from the other side; his cock had been big like this one.

He must have been aware of his size, for he took it easy at first, just pushing himself easily in and letting it pull back as smoothly. She sighed again, this time from pure pleasure, the feel of his cock igniting those wonderful feelings in her belly once again. She started to push back, inviting him to take her harder and make the feelings blossom into another full orgasm.

His thrusts got harder and deeper until he too was ramming himself at her, jolting her bottom each time his cock entered full length, and her new orgasm grew. Soon she was shoving herself back just as hard as he pushed forward, crying out with each little flare of pleasure that burst inside her at the end of his cock. Just occasionally their combined efforts caused the head of his cock to bang painfully into her cervix, but somehow she didn't mind, the discomfort serving to remind her of what she was coping with.

Perhaps from knowing how big he was, the man hadn't grabbed her hips to pull her to him as the others had. Instead he had placed his hands flat against the cheeks of her bottom pulling them apart so that he could look down at his shaft gliding in and out of her, no doubt shining with the wetness inside her.

He could, she realised, also see her anus, and even though he was bumping her back and forth with the power of his thrusts and the size of his penis, she wished several times that he would see the lubrication that she could feel all over her bottom, and take her anal cherry. She didn't know why she fancied this so much, except that it would confirm her as being the wanton slut she needed to be right then.

But it was not going to happen, his breathing was becoming noticeably ragged with little gasps and grunts scattered through it, and she realised that he was close to cumming. She wasn't quite there yet herself, and so she reached back between her legs to use her fingers on her clit and speed up her climax.

Rubbing frantically at her clit with her middle two fingers, she couldn't help but touch his shaft with her extended forefinger and stroke his rock hard cock, covered in her wetness and feeling huge to her finger. The touch and the feel of his hot, wet hardness did a lot to bring her closer and closer to cumming.

In the end they got there at the same moment, her climax detonating inside her just as he slammed himself in as far as he could and blasted what seemed like gallons of cum straight into her womb.

This time she couldn't remain kneeling, her wobbly legs gave way under her as soon as he had pulled his cock from inside her, and she lay in a heap face down on the rear seat of the car, panting and trembling, gasping for breath but with a huge smile plastered across her face. From outside of the car came a little spontaneous ripple of applause and she grinned even wider.

She didn't reach for the light switch, but this time it was intentional. She needed a few moments to recover, but in the back of her head the number four was now circling. Four men. If she could have four men tonight then she would have doubled her tally of lovers in one night. She needed one more, one more cock in her cunt tonight and she would make her goal, though she couldn't recall actually setting that as a target. Nor could she recall ever thinking of her pussy as a 'cunt', before, but it fitted her temporary slut persona and would do nicely for tonight.

Sprawled in a strange lopsided crouching position with one leg folded under her and the other still dangling into the foot well, Erin could feel cum running down the inside of her leg. Cooled by the night air, the little rivulet sent a lovely shiver up her spine and made her conscious of just how wet that region of her body must be. God, she was randy!

She would have some upholstery to clean in the morning, but that was in the morning. Right now she was more interested in the sensations within her sopping wet pussy. She was ready to be fucked once more, not just to hit her target but because still wasn't quite satiated. Her body was satisfied, but mentally she wanted more, tonight she wanted to be the slut with the ever willing pussy, open to all comers. Her own depraved behaviour was providing her with the biggest thrill of her life.

"Does anyone else want to fuck me?" She asked without looking round.

Her shameless words brought a quiet little 'mmm' from behind her, but nothing happened and so she repeated her request.