The girl on the bar stool was definitely behaving badly. The two blokes she was with were chatting - about cars or football or whatever. One had his hands round her shoulder but otherwise they were ignoring her. Her skirt was right up her thighs and I could see the little triangle of her white panties clearly. She saw me looking and parted her knees a fraction and started playing with her blonde hair. She put a finger to her lips, opening her mouth a little and started licking the tip suggestively with her tongue, sliding it in and out a few times then dropped her hand to her inner thigh sliding it up between her legs. Bloody hell. My imagination needed no encouragement. I desperately needed a wank and fled to the outside toilets. Cock out facing the wall I was consoling myself and the door opened and a bloke came in and stood in the next booth. He peed, zipped up and looked over the top at my stiff cock. "You'd better come with Lizzie and me. We can do better than that for you. We're going dogging. Black Toyota pick=up outside" When I got outside the cab lights flashed, a door opened. More thigh. Lizzie's skirt up to her stocking tops. I saw a flash of cream flesh. a cascade of dyed red hair and climbed in next to her. "What's the problem?" I explained about the girl. "Lizzie. Help the poor lad", he said driving off. She dropped her hand on to my thigh sliding it up and over my straining cock. "Wicked bitch," she said, "teasing you like this. We'll get you sorted". WE turned off the road into a car-park on the edge of some heathland. Two cars were there. A beemer had just arrived and the top was folding back. A long blonde mane glistened on the passenger side. Her head disappeared in to the driver's lap and we sawe it bobbing up and down. Obviously the driver was getting a blow job and he moved his seat further back. Soon Lizzie had both our cocks out. Both of ours were already hard, soon rock hard as, hand wrapped round each, she tossed both of us. I liked the sight of her scarlet nailed hands sliding up and down. I looked through the windscreen. We'd parked facing the beemer's blonde side. Abloke was standing by her door, cock out of his jeans wanking aS HE watched her working the driver. She turned to look at the goods on show and said something. The wanker slipped on a johnny and she took him in her mouth. The driver watched but it was clear from his movements he was wanking himself. She gave him a good blow and he withdrew, ripped off the johnny and finished himself off with a hand-job. There were now several blokes hanging around. Another bloke slipped on a johnny. She blew him until he pulled away and finished himself off. Next was a young bloke, no trousers, large cock sticking up, johnny already on. She grabbed him and puled him in to her mouth. She pumped away, his hands behind her head, thrusting in and out. I could see his cock disappearing and reappearing as he used his full length. He began to buck backwards and forwards with urgency. Suddenly he pushed in deep balls to lips holding there bucking as he released his cum. He pulled out, took off the johnny and dropped it on the ground. Next was an old man, say 60. He had his cock out. Great erection. Viagra? He put his johnny on and she took him in. He went on for ages before he too pulled off his johhny, spurting his cum onto the ground after a good wank. Next but one was a bloke, like me,in hs twenties. He pulled off his jeans. Underneath he had some black tight fitting boxer briefs. His erection, nowhere to go, stuck out of the leg of his pants. A great length of thin stick-like cock was waiting his turn. I liked the look of his cock. His turn came sooner than he thought, for the bloke in front couldn't get hard enough to put his j on. The woman wasn't taking him in without. The bloke with the long cock poking out of his hipsters moved up. "Look", I said and Lizzie lifter her head up from her bloke's lap. We watched as she pulled up the leg of his pants. Released, his long cock sprang up. Carefully the blonde girl extracted his balls. No condom her. She spat in her hands and started tossing his long cock from balls to head. "I wouldn't mind giving that one a hand-job" said Lizzie. The girl tossed the bloke as if to bring him off. She stopped though got out a rubber, rolled it on him and took nearly all in her mouth, mouth and lips working its length. "You going Chris? We like seeing each other with other people", she explained to me. Talking of other people the side action was great. There was a lot of wanking and screwing. The ground must have been soaking with spunk. I saw a girl being gang banged by half a dozen moving in her one after the other Chris got out and walked over to the car. He'd be next. Lizzie continued servicing my cock gently to keep it hard. The girl took the cock out of her mouth, pulled off the rubber and one hand under his balls she wanked him. She turned in her seat to get a better view and action. He was pumping furiously then exploded. His cum hit her full on her T shirt, hair and face. Chris had a front row view. Cock ready she took him immediately in her mouth. Chris was thrusting madly. The view had turned him mad with desire. He would certainly have cum had her bloke not got out and dragged her out, bent her over the boot, pushing her skirt up and driving hard in. She braced herself on the car with her hands. He fucked crazily hands on her hips plunging deep into her until with a massive shudder he emptied his sperm into her. He stayed plugged deep in for what seemed ages, Chris standing nearby watching. "hell. I need a fucking like that". She puled my trousers down buried her head deep in my groin, greedily devouring my cock. Chris came round the car pulled her out and started stuffing her from behind. Not letting go of me she continued her frantic devouring of my cock. Who came first I don't know but Chris and I were both driven wilder by her passion and the sight of each other pounding away. Spunk shot in both ends. She swallowed my spunk, reached between her legs to capture some of Chris's slurping from her hand like a starving woman. Half an hour later the three of us sat in a pub ordering a meal. No one would have guessed. Inside my jeans my pants were soaking with oozing after-cum.