"My name is Mal, I met Greg 10 years ago when we were running in the Ingleborough fell race.  Greg’s real name is Will but because of his Scottish blood people call him Greg after Rob Roy MacGregor.  I often ran in fell races so I have a very athletic figure, i.e.  skinny, but perfect for my chosen outdoor life style. Unbeknown to ether of us Greg and I had been in fell races at the same time but this time we actually ran alongside each other and got chatting and here we are."

There is a place near Peterborough called Southey Woods.  Apparently, it is a good place for dogging.  Last year Greg and I stayed with my friend Jane who lives just up the road from Peterborough at a place called Stamford.    Unlike me Jane is very voluptuous and curvy.   Anyway, we were staying with her for a few days while she got over her latest boyfriend fuck up.  “They just don’t understand” she would whimper “I just want more…..”  She would leave it hanging but I could guess what she wanted more of.  
That night as Greg and I lay in bed we pondered upon how we could help Jane.  I don’t mind lending Greg to her for a while but then I knew that she would fuck him senseless and leave nothing for me.   We both sort of came up with the idea of taking her to Southey Woods.  We wouldn’t tell her why but just say that it was a nice evening so lets go out.

That evening it was indeed a very nice evening after a beautiful sunny day.  We drove out to Southy Woods with Jane.  There were about half a dozen cars in the car park with guys sitting in each.  We sat for a while then I said “Let’s go for a stroll” which we did.  Greg and I both wore shorts and T shirt while Jane wore a denim mini with a T shirt and no bra.  Her breasts were like two orbs gently swaying as we walked through the woods. 
It was getting on for about 9pm now and the light was starting to go when we found ourselves at the picnic area.  There were no other people there so we just sat down and listened to the sounds of the woods. The coolness of the evening was making my nipples erect which wasn’t lost on Greg as he put his arm over my shoulder and stroke my tit through my T shirt.
“Leave it out you guys” Jane said “You are making me horny”. 
Greg kept tweaking my nipples.  My eye caught some movement at the tree line.  It wasn’t full dark so I could see that it was a couple of guys standing there watching.  Over the next short while it looked like more guys were coming out of the shadows, maybe 7 or 8.
I doubt that Jane had noticed them behind her as she said “I really gotta scratch my itch if you don’t mind” as she slipped her hand beneath the picnic table so we could guess where the itch was.
It was a full moon on a cloudless sky so it wasn’t much darker than day time.

One of the guys had stepped out from the tree line and was maybe 5 feet behind Jane.  Greg was really starting to get me wet now with one hand on my tit and the occasional deep kiss.
“Oh Lordy Lord” Jane said “I can’t help it guys but I just gotta cum”.  And cum she did with a long drawn out “OOooooooooo”.  This must have given the guy behind her some courage to approach her with his cock out.  He stood a couple of feet just off to the side of Jane.  As her orgasm diminished, she suddenly noticed him.  She gasped and looked at us.  She knew that we knew that the guy was there.  Then she just smiled and reached out for his cock.  Pulling it towards her mouth she started blowing him.  His hands were holding her head as he fucked her mouth.   Soon the other guys were coming closer.  One reached for her tit. As she hadn’t protested the other guys came in for a feel.
With 7 guys clustered around Jane there was not so much room.  Greg and I moved over to the next table while watching these guys with Jane.  It wasn’t long before she was laid upon the table with her legs lifted high as a guy slid his cock straight into her and started to fuck her for all he was worth.  It was quite funny seeing the dappled moon light on his white buttocks.  He didn’t last long, hardly a minute I guess but even so, he was soon replaced by another guy.
It was an amazing sight to see for sure.  Guys were just taking their pleasure from her without a thought of tenderness.  It was actually quite barbaric to watch.  Jane’s head was facing one way then the other each time a cock was pushed into her moth.

Greg and I were feeling quite horny ourselves so I laid on our table, shorts off and soon Greg was pumping his cock into me.  A couple of guys looked our way but figured that Jane’s big tits were the best option.    
I can tell when Greg is about to cum and I knew that he was pretty close.  Then I felt him deep with in me and knew that he would soon be spent…and he was.

The noises coming from Janes table were very animalistic with grunts punctuated by profanity.  Lord knows how many guys had fucked her and I was surprised to see one guy down and start licking her pussy. 
We must have sat there for another hour or so.  A few new guys turned up and a few of the others left.

Eventually in the ethereal moon glow Jane had no more takers.  I went over and helped her sit up.  
“Are you ok?” I asked. 
“I think so “ She said “What happened?”
“Lets get you home” I said as Greg and I helped walk her to the car.  All the way home she just kept saying “Fucking Hell! Fucking Hell!”.  For a moment I did wonder if we had done the right thing taking her dogging.
When we got her into the house her T shirt was ripped, her knickers were gone but her denim skirt had endured the onslaught.  Only if you had seen the state that Jane was in would you truly know the meaning of the phrase ‘Dragged through a hedge backwards’.
While Greg went off to run her a hot bath I poured us both a big shot of vodka.  She knocked hers back in one gulp then just looked at me with a soppy grin on her face.
Greg shouted through that the bath was ready.  We got her into the bathroom, stripped her off and eased her into the bubbles.  She laid back then beckoned me closer, as I put my ear close to her she gave me a full blown kiss on the lips then said “Thanks”.

We couldn’t leave her alone in the bathroom in case she slipped down and drowned although judging by the amount of manjuice that she taken on board I reckoned that she would be fine.

It was 1am when she finally surface and joined us in the front room.
“You guys are just the best”.

The following day over breakfast we ran through the events of last evening just to make sure that she knew exactly what has happened.   She said that she knew every second of it and that if she can get a fuck like that every month then she could handle one guy for the other days of the month.
We did make sure that she was aware that if this was to be something that she wanted to indulge in on a regular basis then she will be needing st get checked out at the GU clinic every 6 weeks or so.