Dare to Dog - Ben

The woman never stopped to give him a chance to rest. His hips bucked and jerked, and she kept going anyway. His hands were on her head and he tried pushing her away, but he seemed too weak to do it.

"Please," he gasped. "Too sensitive!"

I watched as her jaw moved from side to side as she rolled her tongue around him, and then let him go. His dick was already mostly soft, but completely soaked with her saliva and what was likely the remnants of his come. Without missing a beat, she turned to the other guy who had been waiting.

The sated guy bent down to pull up his pants, and staggered. She had apparently taken him for all he had, but he didn't appear to be complaining. He vacated the spot, which left an empty space where he had been standing.

A panic flew over me. Was it... my turn? Was I supposed to go take his place?

I was struck with an existential crisis. Are you cheating on me? She had asked. I wouldn't blame you if you did. Was she expecting me to do this? Daring me to do it?

Before I had a chance, though, another bloke stepped up to the plate next to the woman on the blanket and whipped out his dick. Without even looking, she reached around with her hand until she found it.

I felt relief. Relief that I didn't have to embarrass myself by running away. Relief that I didn't have to make a moral decision that could cost me my marriage.

What marriage? A voice scolded me from somewhere deep inside my conscience.

I thought about all the ways that Beth could find out. Somehow, she would know. I don't know how she would know, but she would. There could be cameras just like in the videos.

Remembering that there could be cameras sent a sharp moment of panic through me. What if someone were videoing this whole thing? After all, those dogging videos had to have someone holding a phone or a camera, right?

I looked around, searching for someone who may be holding a camera up and in my direction. As I looked briefly to the left, I noticed three people that I hadn't seen before.

A skinny girl was bent over being thoroughly rogered from behind. She had incredibly long hair that seemed to just about touch the ground from the way she was standing. She was... laughing.

There was someone standing next to them, someone deep in the shadows. I furrowed my brow as I tried to get a good look. It was the woman in fishnets.

I couldn't stop the broad smile from spreading across my face. It was her. She had come looking for this place after all. Now that we were facing each other, I could look at her face openly and clearly.

She was truly gorgeous. She must have been an incredible looking girl in her youth, but the years hadn't been unkind to her. She smiled back at me too, recognizing me from the bus.

She took a step towards me, and as the camping lights bathed her she appeared feline in her movements. The heels must have helped. A bold choice to walk through the park at night in heels. As she approached me, though, she was liquid sex.

My god how I wanted her. I wanted to take her right there. Throw her to the ground, pull down her fishnet hose and slide myself inside to the hilt. The feeling from lying in bed next to Beth came back. A desire to be inside this woman that felt stronger than any moral barrier I possessed.

Before I knew it she was next to me. She looked up at me, demure. The crooked smile on her face was adorable. I wanted to kiss her. She was there. There, dammit. But I couldn't just do it. I needed to say something.

"I had hoped you were coming here," I stammered. My throat was dry. Hoarse. It lacked any confidence whatsoever. "Back on the bus, I mean."

Wait, that wasn't right. Yes, I'd seen her back on the bus, but I hadn't been thinking about this back then. I just thought she was attractive. I tried to fix what I started.

"When you were getting off at this stop, I had hoped." No, no, no, no! I meant, after I had gotten off back at the stop when I realized where I was. I had wondered if that was why she was here. Sure, maybe I had hoped that she was going to be doing this, but...

God, I suck at this. "Oh Christ," I muttered.

She grinned, and then bit her lip as I felt pressure on my trousers. The flat of her palm was pressing against my erection. My knees nearly buckled from the sensation. It was the first time another woman had touched me since before I'd gotten married, and my cock - my traitorous, adulterous cock - didn't give a single fuck.

Her wavy black hair partially covered one eye as she looked at me, intently. Instinctively I pressed my hips forward so that I could feel more of her hand. I wanted her. I looked down slightly and saw her cleavage once more. Her breasts were phenomenal, soft mounds of flesh that easily dwarfed Beth's tiny cup sizes.

I loved Beth's breasts. They were small and perky and fitted her tight athletic frame. She wasn't flat-chested by any means. I loved playing with them and taking her hard nipples in my mouth, when I could.

This woman, though. She oozed womanhood from the top of her bra. Milky white flesh rounded and curved in all the right ways. I wanted to dive between those luscious mounds and feast for days.

I felt tugging on my belt and a quick zip, followed by a whirlwind of cool air. And then I was free. Her hands snaked around my penis and seemed to heft it and size it up. I felt harder than iron in her hand. The word may have been "erect," but my cock was jutting out from my body in a perfect right angle.

She hadn't even taken her eyes from mine. She only watched my reaction. I couldn't help but make gasping and groaning noises as her fingers worked me. I felt fingertips tracing my balls, running around the head, sliding up and down my shaft. I was being explored, and I wanted her to never stop.

Finally she looked down at what she was holding in her hand. I followed her gaze and tried to look at it from her perspective. Her hands were rather small, which made me look quite thick in comparison. I never thought of myself as a large guy, but I couldn't help but feel a surge of pride as she seemed to get used to the feel of it in her hands.

Her other hand returned to my shaved balls, and I felt my cock leap forwards in appreciation. Beth never seemed to care about touching me there. It was a waste of an opportunity.

She knelt in the dirt until she was inches from my head. She stared at it for a while as if making a decision. I saw her swallow, and then her mouth opened. My cockhead disappeared slowly behind her lips.

I felt the warmth of her wet mouth cover my entire body like a blanket. It may have been focused at my waist, but there was an ebb and flow of arousal that washed over me. I wanted to bury myself completely in her throat, but I had no idea what she was capable of. I didn't want to scare her off by being too aggressive.

I had no idea what to do with my hands. I tried placing them on my head to prevent myself from grabbing hers, and then I tried putting them behind my back. With my cock thoroughly embedded in her throat, she reached out and grabbed my arms and gently placed my hands on her head.

This felt much better. I was able to stabilize myself and even though I wasn't actively pulling on her head, it was a much more natural position to keep them. The dark curls felt great between my fingers. She had a thick head of hair and there was a lot to hold onto.

I was careful not to yank or pull, but I couldn't keep my desire out of my hands entirely. Out of pure instinct I held her in place as I pushed forward, and she moaned her approval. That sound - that musical, delicate sound - went straight into my ears and back down to my cock.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw the skinny girl and her man approach us. I thought about warning the woman in front of me, but again I wasn't sure about the etiquette. Was there a rule about interfering?

They took up a position on either side of her, kneeling down. The skinny girl started pulling the woman's top down, revealing her phenomenal breasts to me and the world. They were still encased in her bra, but I loved it all the same. Her man was pulling the woman's skirt up around her waist, and I craned my neck to try to see what her ass looked like. Sadly, I wasn't able to see anything. Given the choice of looking at her ass and fucking her mouth, though, it really was no contest.

The boyfriend stood up next to me, and the skinny girl reached for my prick and took it out of the brunette's mouth. She wrapped her mouth around me and started sucking for all she was worth. Left with nothing to suckle, the brunette turned and took the boyfriend instead.

The guy was very different from me. My cock was thicker with a slight rise. There were veins that coursed all over my dick in chaotic patterns. By way of comparison, his was ramrod straight and smooth as a baton. My head flared into a large helmet. His seemed to have no flare at all. But his was longer, probably by a good three inches. Maybe four. He was long enough that the brunette needed both hands to control it, and still had some shaft left over.

The girl blowing me must have been about twenty. Maybe nineteen. It was hard to tell because she was so small. She had extremely long hair, but with two braids running down the back of her head. I ran my hands down her head, and felt the thin delicate sensations of her hair. Unlike the brunette, her hair molded to the contours of her skull. There was a lot of hair, but almost nothing that I could grab on to. I managed to get one hand around a braid, and then another, and then was finally able to get purchase.

She liked it.

I felt her mouth increase its suction. Hot breath exhaled from her nose onto my cock. I experimented with a tighter grip, and she ramped up even further. It was fascinating. She could only fit about a third of my cock in her mouth because she was such a tiny person. But her enthusiasm more than made up for her physical limitations.

Back on the blanket, the blonde woman was going to town on her boy-toy, but then suddenly let him go and looked up at his face. He had been watching my little foursome, but his attention was now drawn back to her.

"Fuck my face!" she hissed, and then swallowed him whole. She definitely knew what she wanted.

The girl in front of me seemed to take her cue from the woman on the blanket. She bobbed back and forth trying to get me to do the same to her. There were slight movements of her head to get my hands to pull harder. I hesitated at first, but when I started to acquiesce she kept ramping up her excitement.

Sadly, her mouth was simply too small for me. She tried her best to open it as wide as possible, but she just couldn't avoid nipping me with her teeth. Out of preservation I tried guiding her better with my hand wrapped around her braids, and she took it as even further encouragement. Instead, I was now trying to aim her head to the least sensitive areas where she would scrape against.

She was incredibly strong, and my leverage was nearly non-existent. Her man started asking the brunette woman if he could fuck her tits. I admit that I wanted to see that too, but I was beginning to get seriously concerned about the safety of my own flesh and boner.

You're not funny, you know, I heard Beth's voice in my head. She never liked my puns. She would take every opportunity to belittle me in front of people whenever I'd made a joke.

Yeah, well, this girl doesn't seem to mind, I mentally shot back to her ethereal voice.

My mind whirled. Here I was having a mental argument with my wife while fucking the mouth of this girl. I was cheating, just like she had accused me of doing. It was as if all of the torment and abuse that she had cast upon me was retroactively justified because of what I was doing right now.

I'm surprised that you haven't cheated on me already, with the way I've treated you, she'd said in one of her more lucid moments.

Yet, here I was. Cheating on her. I'd had my dick in two mouths in as many minutes that weren't hers. In for a penny, in for a pound, I guess. This girl wasn't nearly as good as Beth; neither was the brunette, though I had no doubt that given enough time and experience with me she'd be able to send me into the stratosphere. Experience breeds familiarity.

And familiarity breeds contempt. All roads lead back to Elizabeth.

"You like fucking my tits?" I heard the brunette say, catching my attention once more. I'd been lost in my own thoughts and hadn't realized that she'd taken him out of her mouth and was sliding him in between her cleavage. They both looked like they were having the time of their lives.

"Oh, yeah," he said.

They exchanged more dirty talk and then I felt the girl lift her head off my prick. "Do it," she said. "I wanna see you paint her with your jizz, baby."

I lifted a hand to my mouth and nearly committed internal hemorrhage trying not to laugh at the cringe-worthy comment. The boy and the brunette had a little more back and forth and the girl went back to trying to stuff me down her throat.

I was just about to pull her off completely because she was hurting too much, when she let go of me. "Do it, baby," she said. Her eyes were wild with excitement and lust. "Come all over those giant tits!"

My eyes were drawn to the brunette's chest. They were large, yes, but I've been with larger. Each one was a gorgeous pear shape, still relatively firm for her age. Compared to the skinny girl, though, who was as flat as a board, the brunette did look like she had been gifted by the titty-fairy.

The lad grunted and I saw a quick flash of liquid shoot out of his cock. In the dim light it was difficult to see until it splashed on the brunette's throat where it caught the light better. His body jerked next to mine and it looked like he might fall over. It brought up an interesting question - if he did, would I catch him? I was right next to him after all. What would happen if there was accidental touching?

Fortunately, I didn't have to worry about it. He stayed upright while his cock finished spraying the brunette's chest. The skinny girl said something that I didn't catch, and then aimed my dick back at the brunette's mouth. I sank into her glorious mouth with grateful mercy.

The skinny chick climbed underneath and began licking her man's residue from the brunette's chest. Some unspoken signal must have cued everyone, as the clearing was suddenly in motion. The first guy from the blanket went behind her and began feeling up her skirt. Soft lapping sounds came from the skinny girl.

The man behind her started gently lifting her to her feet by holding on to her waist, and I felt my cock slip from her lips. I was still hard as a rock and desperately wanted more. The skinny girl was helped up by her boyfriend, and they scurried over to the blanket and positioned themselves so that they could get first dibs at the brunette.

She got on her hands and knees, aiming a nipple at each of them. Before I had a chance to get back in front of her, someone else had already done so. Without even thinking, I found my body moving just behind her ass.

My hands felt disembodied. I watched them with detached curiosity as they reached for the hem of her miniskirt and pulled them up around her hips. The fishnet hose were tight across her ass, but the crotch was stretched out and loose. The opening to her pussy was clear and inviting.

The next thing I knew, my cock was right at her hole. She was so wet it was refracting the light from the lanterns with glistening streaks. She was ready. I was ready.

So why was I hesitating?

Elizabeth. That's why. This woman was the first one I'd be with since getting married. After being falsely accused of cheating for years, I was about to do it. I was about to prove her right. That, more than any guilt about the act itself, is what nearly made me stop what I was doing.

Ha! Yeah, how about that, Beth? You think I'm going to cheat on you after you tease and abuse and hold out on me for years? Well, I'm not gonna do it. Let that be a lesson for you!

Yeah, it made no sense to me, either.

The tip of my cock made contact with her distended lips. The heat from her body seemed to radiate back across my shaft, still damp from the oral attention it had gotten earlier.

Her body shape was different than Beth's. Her vagina entrance seemed closer to the surface, the muscle ridge seemed to grip the tip of my cock and draw it inward.

Just the tip!

Beth's body seemed to start further inward. This felt new. New was exciting. Exciting made me start to lose control.

I held the base of my cock steady as I slowly began to push forward. Her body felt like it was sucking me in, and I held onto her hips so that I could control my entry. Her cunt lips flowed over my head and then collapsed around the head and locked onto the shaft. They seemed to consume my cock as I invaded her body.

Every centimeter felt like an emotional sword that cut both ways. It was more of a sense of relief, but also more of a betrayal. By the time there was only a single inch left, I couldn't control myself any longer and I pulled her back forcefully until l was fully buried inside of her.

Movement surrounded me. People were moving. The blonde woman who was originally on the blanket was barking orders. I didn't care. I wasn't listening. I was having my own moment of catharsis.

Beth was beautiful, but so was this woman I was now buried inside. Two completely different people, two completely different types of attractiveness. When I'd first seen her on the bus, she looked awkward but approachable. Well, it's pretty much impossible to have approached her any more than this.

I withdrew until the head was just at her entrance again, and then slowly started the insertion process again. I wanted this to last. If I was going to cheat on Beth, I wanted to make it worthwhile. I was keeping the onslaught of guilt at bay for as long as I could.

Memories of the past 24 hours kept coming back. About how horny I'd been. About how I'd been mislead and the disappointment I'd felt after holding on to ridiculous hope and misplaced love for my wife. It was impossible to overstate the soul-crushing mistake I'd made to trust Beth that she actually wanted to extend the olive branch. How she had let me believe it.

Once again I was fully buried inside the brunette. She felt so good. The familiar tickle in my loins made me realize that a full 24 hours of blueballs didn't lend themselves to patience and deliberation. I picked up the pace.

The woman was ground zero. She had the skinny girl and her boyfriend sucking on her breasts from underneath and another bloke fucking her face from in front. I didn't care. This woman's pussy was pure heaven and I never wanted to leave.

Being inside another woman after being with the same one for a decade made me realize just how much I'd taken for granted. Beth's body was familiar. I'd never been able to fuck her very hard because of painful collisions with her cervix. I'd always had to be very careful not to hurt her. Over the years, that meant that I had always gone excruciatingly slow, and wasn't able to let loose.

This woman, though, she had no such issues. I could feel her pushing back in anticipation of me bottoming out. She wanted me to slam into her, feel my balls pendulum upwards against her clit with each thrust. I don't even know if she knew that she was doing it.

The man in front of her came, and another took his place. It looked as if it had been coordinated and planned, but it didn't seem like anyone really knew each other. Well, except for the skinny girl and her boyfriend, that is.