Dogging: The Inside Story of Outdoor Sex

By Abby Gold

THIS 2018 EBOOK REPUBLISHED THROUGH LULU.COM SUPERSEDES PREVIOUS VERSION PUBLISHED THROUGH SPIRE PUBLISHING, WHICH IS OUT OF BUSINESS
It's getting dark, but the country car-park is far from deserted. Cars pull in every so often, and drive around slowly, their headlights picking up groups of men standing round talking and smoking. Suddenly, carried on the hot night air, a woman's laughter can be heard…

All over the UK, in outdoor public places like woods and parks and lay-bys, couples and singles gather to experience the thrill of having sex in front of – and often with – strangers. It's called Dogging, and it's been going on for decades, though the internet – and the press – have more recently brought it to public attention.

This book is a fictional exploration of the dogging scene, considering both the positive and the negative aspects of this potentially exciting, potentially dangerous sexual activity.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Jan 8, 2018
• ISBN: 9780244660499

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Dogging: The Inside Story of Outdoor Sex

DOGGING

The Inside Story of Outdoor Sex

Abby Gold

Copyright © 2005 Abby Gold

This ebook 2018

All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review or similar.

The moral right of Abby Gold to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted.

ISBN:  978-0-244-66049-9

Paperback ISBN:  978-1-326-99950-6

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WARNING

The content of this book is sexually explicit

and is suitable for

ADULTS ONLY

This is a work of fiction.

QUOTES

I detest this mongrel time, neither day nor night.

David Copperfield, Charles Dickens

"If you go down to the woods today, you're sure of a big surprise.

If you go down to the woods today, you'll never believe your eyes."

Teddy Bears' Picnic

So fair the game, so rich the sport, Diana's self might to these woods resort.

From Purcell's opera Dido and Aeneas

Collectively, I love you all with affection unspeakable, but individually, I look upon you with a disgust that amounts to absolute detestation.

Apologies to Gilbert and Sullivan (Pirates of Penzance)

A continuum with fun at one end and horror at the other.

Psychiatrist speaking about dogging on a radio station

INTRODUCTION

Okay, I admit it.  I've been obsessed with the idea of dogging for years.

(If you don't know what dogging is, read this book and then you will.  Oh, and it's got nothing – or at least not very much – to do with dogs!)

I haven't really done it that often, though I have done it on more than several occasions, and can assure you I have first hand experience of what goes on.

I've wanted to write some sort of book about it for ages, especially as no-one else seems to have made a serious attempt (I hope), but keep getting stuck on how exactly to do it.  Should it be fiction, or researched fact with interviews and statistics and photos?

Obviously, I've settled on fiction, but then what slant to give it?

Concentrate on the positive, the frivolous, the excitement, the sensuality, and it becomes an erotic novel – and never mind soft porn, I always have to restrain myself from making my porn as hard as hard can be.  At the other end of the spectrum, it's an essay on frustration, and confusion, and disappointment, and bitterness, and some of the most despicable elements of human nature and behaviour that it's possible to write about. 

So which type of novel is it going to be?  After much procrastination, I've decided it has to be both, because both are true portrayals, and because it is the conflict between them that has, I believe, mixed up my brain so much on occasion – and who knows, maybe somebody else's somewhere, too.

Doubtless this dual nature will make the book difficult to present to the world, because it won't fit neatly into any particular category.  Too deep and negative for a titillating sex book, too blatant and explicit for the mainstream.

But then again, it won't hurt those who are a bit less liberal to have their eyes opened to a few extreme sexual practices, and it won't hurt those who insist that such activities must always and only be considered as 'fun' to acknowledge the dangerous, hurtful and sad elements of the game.

As I have implied, some elements of this book do reflect reality and are drawn from my own experience – as regards particular places I have been, activities I have witnessed, and attitudes I have come across – but please remember that all the characters are of course fictional, and that I have extrapolated certain characteristics and emotions to the extreme.

Anyway, this is how I had to write it.

So here it is.  Dogging, the novel – a fictional exploration of the outdoor sex scene.

CHAPTER 1

Of course it's possible.

It was the mongrel hour – a mixture of day and night.

Dusk, twilight, gloaming.  That time of evening when streetlights come on, and bats wake up – and some people's thoughts turn to sordid sex.

The brunette undid the top button of her blouse with slender fingers, and wiggled herself about so that her ample breasts were considerably more exposed.  She glanced across at the tall man sitting beside her, who was in fact her husband.

How do I look? she queried.

The tall man gazed at the half-naked mounds of flesh appreciatively.

Mm.  Very nice, he said.  I could almost fuck you myself.

They were sitting in their car, which was parked in the far corner of a country car park.  It was quite a small car park, set back from a minor road, but all day it had been busy with visitors' cars, spewing out the dogs and children which had been brought out for some exercise in the nearby woods and picnic field.  As night fell, however, this remote and nondescript place – along with many others like it across the country – saw a different type of action.

Now the couple's eyes switched away from each other, as another car, a rather battered old estate, pulled off the road and began a slow sweep of the car park.  After some indecision, it parked up just a little way down from them, and facing outwards, just as they were.  Although it was now getting quite dark, it was clear that there were two people in it – a man driving and a woman beside him.  After a moment – almost deliberately, it seemed, as if to dispel any doubt – the inside light was turned on briefly, and the faces of a blonde couple could be seen peering over at the car in the corner.

What do you think? said the brunette, with an element of excitement in her voice.

Oh, definitely, the tall man nodded.  I'm sure I've seen them in here before.  We'll let them make the first move, though.

It wasn't long in coming.  A stout man climbed out of the newly arrived car and stretched a little, looking about him.  He glanced over again, but couldn't be sure.  One had to be careful, as not everyone wanted to be approached.  He'd heard a few tales about the consequences of making a move on a 'straight' couple – at best embarrassment, at worst violence!

However, the tall man at this point wound down his window and rested his arm on the ledge, and it seemed this was sufficient invitation, as the stout man now strolled over, his face set in a non-threatening smile.

Nice evening.  He nodded a greeting.  First warm night for a while, eh?

The tall man responded in kind, but the newcomer was no longer listening.  He had caught sight of the brunette's rather blatantly exposed cleavage, and now he was sure.

A few more moments passed when nothing was said, but a lot of subtle eye contact was exchanged.  The people who were into this game could recognise each other very quickly.

The stout man was now leaning on the window, his eyes glued to those unexplored breasts, and his cock swelling with the growing certainty of a conquest.  The tall man reached over and lifted his wife's tits right out of her blouse, then pulled her towards him by a nipple.  The stout man didn't hesitate, he leaned right into the car and began stroking and squeezing the exposed mounds of femininity with a coarse hand.

In this largely silent, impersonal way, a rapport had been established, and an understanding had been reached.  There was still uncertainty as to what exactly was being made available, but there was no doubt at all that something was.

The stout man now spoke again.  What do you want to do?  We can't ask you back – we've got kids.

We can't either, said the tall man, throwing a tiny glance at his wife.  In fact they had no particular reason not to invite people back to their comfortable home – they just preferred not to.  Anyway, she rather likes it outdoors.

The stout man's cock surged again at this comment.  He couldn't wait, now.  Well, we could all go up into the woods, or just stick by the cars.  It's up to you.

The tall man raised his eyebrows at his wife.  What do you fancy?

The brunette had decided that the stout man would do her very nicely.  Shall we just swap for a bit? she suggested, and made to open her door.

The stout man hurried round the car to help her out, and couldn't resist getting his hands on her deliciously curved arse as she emerged into the night air and his arms.

You're gorgeous, love, he muttered, and took her firmly by the hand and led her over the uneven ground towards his own car.

Thanks, mate! he said to the tall man, who was now nursing a raging erection of his own.  I'll send the missus right over!

The brunette was giggling as she waved her husband goodbye and ran a hand over the stranger's broad back.  This was her favourite moment – the excitement and anticipation of someone new!

It was true, she loved playing round outdoors and in seedy places, and was a perfectly willing partner in the adult games her husband had slowly got her involved in.  Tonight in particular she was feeling very randy – as a result of the unusually strong video they'd been watching earlier – and she was more than ready for a bit of wanton fun with this rather dishy hunk who was now steering her towards the back seat of his car.

She peered at his blonde wife with some curiosity, hoping she would be reasonably attractive, so that her husband also had a good time.  She was.  Long bushy hair and lots of make up – nice and tarty, just the way he liked them.

Hi, she said, giggling still.  You okay?

The blonde smiled and nodded, but couldn't seem to think of anything to say.  In fact, on second inspection, her painted eyes seemed rather glazed, as if she was slightly drunk.  A moment later, however, she had been yanked out of the car and given a slap on the bottom to send her on her way across the car park.

Off you go, love, the brunette heard the stout man say.  Have fun!

Then he was hers, and they tumbled and kissed and squealed and laughed and fucked in the confines of the back seat until the whole car rocked comically on its suspension and the discretion they would normally have observed in terms of noise level was forgotten in their reckless abandon.

Back at the other car, the tall man got out to greet the erotic vision that was teetering across the gravel towards him on high heels.

Hello, love, he said warmly, opening the back door for her, and simultaneously plunging an eager hand up her short, tight skirt.  Oh, God, he muttered, as he felt her shaven crotch, and then pulled her top down from her pert little tits, and fixed his mouth round one of her tiny nipples.  Oh, shit, you look lovely.  Oh, yes!  I'm so bloody hot for it – is it alright if I fuck you?  Will you suck me first, though?  Oh, God, you've got a beautiful pussy!

The blonde fell back under his verbal and physical onslaught, and let him do whatever he wanted.  She looked up at the dark sky through the window, and tried to focus on the stars.

Later that night, the tall man and the brunette cuddled up in bed, each elated by their experience, but equally happy to be back home together and in each other's arms.

It is possible, isn't it? said the tall man, feeling profound.

What?

To enjoy screwing around, but still be passionately in love with one person.

Of course it's possible, said the brunette, snuggling closer to the man she adored above all others.  At least, I enjoy it, and I'm in love.

So am I, very much, said the tall man, truthfully, and kissed his wife lovingly on the nose.

It was possible.  They'd been doing it for five years, and planned to keep on doing it for many more.  So were a lot of other people.  Much as society ranted and raved about monogamy and fidelity being the only way, a significant proportion of men and women – far more than many would believe – had drawn their own conclusions about what was acceptable, and chose to live their lives in full, trusting, loving, and open relationships.

But it didn't work for everyone.

By the time the stout man had pulled his car up outside their small suburban home, the blonde was crying uncontrollably.

I can't do it any more, she sobbed.  I don't want to do it.  You can't make me!

You'll do what I bloody well tell you, the stout man snarled, the friendly veneer he reserved for strangers completely abandoned.  And don't pretend you don't like it, you hypocritical slut!  I've never heard any complaints.

The blonde covered her tear-stained face with her hands, battling once more against resignation.  She wanted more than anything to leave, to get away from this man who had dragged her down to what she saw as the depths of perversion.  But she had two very good reasons not to – her two beloved little children who were sleeping soundly and innocently up in the back bedroom.  How could she ever explain to them why she'd taken them away from their daddy?

She moaned at the thought of more years of letting herself be defiled by strangers.

Will you shut up! her husband snapped, yanking at her hair.  Tidy yourself up and get inside.  And don't think I've finished with you, yet.  The thought of having had that real woman tonight has turned me on again.  I intend to use your hole good and proper before we go to sleep.

That's the thing about swinging, the brunette might well have remarked had she overheard this sad exchange.  You never really know who you've had.

CHAPTER 2

Dear Penthouse.

"Dear Penthouse

I'm writing in to tell you about my new hobby.

It's called Dogging.

Honestly, if someone had told me about this sort of thing six months ago, I'd never have believed them, never!  But I'm telling you, this is no fantasy – every word is true.

Now, like your average hot-blooded bloke, I spent my teens and early twenties obsessed with sex, or rather, trying to get it.  I'm pretty good looking, with a good length cock, but I didn't seem to do that well – too shy, I guess.

I went out with a few girls, but it was pretty stressful – sweet-talking them, trying to find out what they wanted, or were prepared to give.

A few times I got lucky, but either blew it by getting overexcited when I at last got sight of a pussy, or struggled so much with the dreaded condoms that all passion died.

Then there was Marge from the chip shop, who at least taught me a thing or two – including how much I liked it when I at last got it right – but she moved up North a few weeks after she'd seduced me – to be with her grandchildren!

Next, I fell in love with a catholic girl who wouldn't give out, so it was more nights of girlie mags and sticky sheets, and living with constant frustration.

Pussy, pussy all around, but how the hell do you get into it?

But like they say, things happen when you're not expecting it, and it was one evening after I'd been out with an old mate from school in West London, and sex was really the last thing on my mind, that my big night came.

The traffic on the M4 was awful, even though it was late, and I was busting for a pee, after a few too many pints earlier on.  In a bit of a panic, I came off at a junction and saw there was a sign to some sort of country house or something, right nearby, so I turned in and drove down this dark lane into a car park.

I was a bit annoyed that there were quite a few cars about, 'cause I wanted to take a leak in private, but it was pitch black and I had to go, so I just hurried away from the car into some undergrowth, and got rid of some excess liquid.

I guess I just headed back a slightly different way, and all of a sudden I came across some people.  It was a real shock – I hadn't heard anything in advance to warn me – but there it was, the most amazing scene happening in the semi-darkness, in the middle of nowhere!

There was a car – a big saloon – parked up close against the trees; actually it was probably in a little lane leading away from the main car park.  There were at least ten people standing around – all men, it seemed – but draped over the bonnet of the car was a completely naked woman, her pale form easy to make out against the dark colour of the car.

She was leaning forwards over it from the front, but as I watched, she turned round, her big tits swinging.

I just stood still, paralysed, as one of the men came forward and lowered his head to suck on the woman's nipples.  Then he fumbled with his fly and she pulled herself up so she was sitting on the bonnet, her legs wide open.  A few seconds later, he was fucking her, and I – much to my surprise – was experiencing my first ever live sex show!

The other men mainly stood around at a distance, and I was slightly embarrassed to realise some of them were playing with themselves.  It was still such a shock to me, and I was still sort of looking round for an explanation, or a catch, that I wasn't aroused myself at first, but as the scene went on – as the guy kept fucking and fucking her really hard, and she started to moan and cry out a bit – I suddenly got really horny.  When a different man took the first one's place, I could hardly contain myself.

This couldn't be real – a gorgeous young woman getting fucked outdoors on the hood of a car, apparently by strangers!

It seemed she came, making a bit of a noise, and a couple of people shushed her good-naturedly, including one guy who, I only now saw, was standing beside her, holding her hand.

She's his girlfriend, I realised.  He brings her here to get fucked!

Now that I'm used to this sort of thing, it's like it's commonplace, but I tell you - that first time, I was so randy!  When your head's been so full of so much filth for so long, and to suddenly come across real people doing outrageous things in public – well, it was a pretty exciting moment.

Well, I could tell you I fucked her that first time, but to be truthful I didn't.  I was too unsure about what was going on, though after watching two more guys take her and a few more have a grope, I soon got the general idea.

I was holding my arousal back, and beginning to wonder if I should go for it and step forward myself, when the couple relatively suddenly left – she pulled a dress on, got in the car, and drove off with her bloke!  The men also dispersed casually, with a few murmurs of conversation I didn't catch, and there I was, alone again in the woods, only with a massive hard on.

I couldn't help it, I leant against a tree, and with a few rough strokes, ejected a bit more liquid into the bushes!

Then slowly, I headed back to my car, in my mind already embellishing the memory of what I had seen to include myself taking a more active part!

A guy was sitting in his car, with the window wound down, and he spoke to me as I walked past.

You should've had a go – she's a hot one.

I hesitated, still vaguely embarrassed, but then decided I might as well talk to someone here who could tell me more about what I'd seen.

I think I missed my chance, I said.

Well, they usually stay longer, but you can never tell.  If there aren't enough of us here, he takes her somewhere else.

I was brimming with questions.  Usually stay longer?  So that wasn't just a one-off?  Enough of us?  Who's us? And where's somewhere else?  Don't say there are special places where - ?

When I look back, I was so naive!  Of course there are special places.  Even in our civilised, overpopulated, puritanical society, the age-old lustful decadence of shared intimacy and orgiastic pleasure finds its outlet!

Never mind, though, the guy in the car went on.  There's at least another two couples out there right now.  And that kinky red-haired bird is here nearly every night.  He chuckled to himself.  Started off trying to charge us a fiver a suck, but soon gave up on that.  No-one's going to pay for it down here, when all you have to do is wait long enough and you'll get it for free.  She keeps coming, though.

While he was talking, I was watching several other cars come and go, and beginning to realise what it was I'd stumbled upon.  And the