by G Scott Gray
“I think you’re right, Lizzy. I think it is a coach.”
“I wonder who it is?”
Slowly a coach went down the Derby Road. It turned down the narrow tack and turned into the clearing. It stopped. Neither Darcy nor Lizzy were able to see who was inside. They peered at the coach but no sign was given. They waited for at least ten minutes.
And then, a lamp was lit and hung on the outside.
“Look,” said Lizzy, “that’s the signal. Lydia told me that if a lamp is lit then that is the signal that one is permitted to observe.”
They looked at each other. It was their first time, and both were nervous and their breathing was heavy.
“Shall we accept the kind invitation?” said Darcy.
“Yes, let us go over and observe.”
They climbed out of the coach and walked slowly over to the other coach. They peered in the window.
Inside were a couple, husband and wife. They were strangers to Darcy and Lizzy, and perhaps a couple of years younger. The lady had lifted her dress up. She was not wearing any undergarments and her legs were spread wide as she pleasured herself with a phallus made from smooth, highly polished wood. She eased the dildo in and out of her secret place, her gaping pussy wet with desire. Opposite her the gentleman had removed his britches. His large member pointed straight up, and he began to stroke himself. He and his wife looked at each other as they pleasured themselves simultaneously.
They were oblivious to Darcy and Lizzy and looked only at each other. Darcy and Lizzy on the other hand watched them avidly, turning from one to the other. Darcy felt his manhood begin to rise with arousal as he watched the lady’s pretty pussy and then turned to enjoy the gentleman masturbate for his attractive wife. Lizzy was pleased that she was not wearing undergarments, for she felt herself become wet betwixt her legs, particularly when she watched the young lady, enchanted by her beautiful secret place, neatly trimmed, the lips soft and plump. She enjoyed watching the gentleman move his hand up and down the long shaft of his member, but she could not help herself from returning her gaze to the young lady.
“Pray, forgive me,” she said, “this is the first time we have indulged in dogging. Would it be too much to ask if we could touch you?”
The young man and his wife did not reply. Instead he opened the door, slowly and deliberately. Lizzy remembered what Lydia had said. If the door was opened then it meant that those inside were willing to be touched, or even willing for others to join in with them.
Lizzy got into the coach. The gentleman licked his lips, expecting Lizzy to stroke or even suck his manhood. Instead she sat next to the lady. She pulled the lady’s dress down in order to release her breasts. She leaned over and sucked on them, taking a nipple in her mouth and marvelling how it grew hard as she licked and gently nibbled. The young lady sighed with pleasure and slid the phallus in and out, faster and harder.
“Let me taste you,” whispered Lizzy.
The lady drew the phallus and held it to Lizzy’s lips. Lizzy took it in her mouth and sucked off the sweet juices of love.
“Mmm,” she said with relish.
Lubricated with Lizzy’s saliva, the lady inserted it into her gaping pussy again and continued to masturbate for the pleasure of Lizzy, as well as her husband and Darcy. She eased the wooden dildo faster still. Lizzy turned the lady’s face to her own in order to kiss her sweetly on the mouth, sliding her tongue in her mouth. Her hands were on the lady’s naked breasts, cupping them tenderly, squeezing the nipples, marvelling how soft the lady’s skin felt.
“Oh, my,” said the lady. “Pray do not stop, for I am fast approaching my moment of climax.”
“Let me assist,” said Lizzy.
She knelt down before the lady and pulled her legs further apart. As the lady slid her dildo in and out with ever increasing urgency, Lizzy planted little kisses on her sensitive bud of flesh beneath the hood. She lifted the hood with the tip of her tongue and licked her clit in earnest, firmly, pulling it into her mouth, sucking on it, relishing the little moans and cries from the lady. She felt as though she had power over the pleasure of another woman, and it made her strong and powerful, but womanly too. The ripe flesh felt pleasant on her tongue and she knew the lady would shortly cum with a few more strokes of her tongue. She lowered her head a little to ensure the rough, upper side of her tongue pressed hard against the silky flesh.
The lady cried out in bliss. It pleased Lizzy to think that the cries were loud enough to be heard over the still fields and meadows. The dildo dropped to the floor and Lizzy knew that the lady was building towards a marvellous climax and she pushed her knees apart still further so that she could insert her tongue deeper inside. She licked hard, fast, probing with her tongue. All at once she felt the lady’s thighs twitch and tremble. She was determined to bring her to the highest point of pleasure and continued to explore her delicious, silky walls of flesh. Her sweet, musky juices began to flood her pussy and Lizzy lapped them up greedily, enjoying the taste of her arousal.
She threw her head back in the pinnacle of her ecstasy. She clutched her hands to her breasts and cried out, loud and long.
“Oh, yes, I’m cumming. You’re making me cum.”
Lizzy did not let up for a second until the lady stopped trembling and twitching and finally closed her knees a little. She slowed and after a while drew back her tongue. She stood and embraced the lady and then kissed her on the mouth, inserting her tongue so that she tasted the juices of her sex.
“Oh, good lady, you do not know how good that felt.”
“I have some idea,” said Lizzy with smile.
“Then you enjoy the attentions of your husband’s tongue?”
“Oh, yes,” said Lizzy with a glance at Darcy, “my husband pleases me greatly with his tongue. But then, he pleases me greatly every time we make love.”
Darcy reached forward and squeezed her hand.
“Then you do not enjoy pleasing your wife with your tongue?” he said to the gentleman.
“I enjoy it well enough, but I fear I lack sufficient skill to please my wife,” he replied.
“Perhaps it is simply a matter of practice and experience. When my wife and I first married, I wasn’t sure how to please her in the manner she deserves to be pleased. However, I persevered. I asked my wife what she liked and in time learned how to give her maximum enjoyment.”
Lizzy leaned forward and squeezed Darcy’s hand.
“Fitzwilliam, darling, I love it when you ease your tongue inside me.”
“And I love it too, Lizzy. I love the soft, satin like feel on my tongue. I love the musky odour, I love the sweet taste. Most of all, I love hearing your moans of happiness as I explore you with my tongue.”
“Perhaps you could show the gentleman how you bring me pleasure. Provided the lady doesn’t mind?”
“Not at all,” said the lady. “And if my husband were to then lick your very beautiful pussy then I wouldn’t mind that either.”
“Very well.
Lizzy unfastened her dress and pulled it down and removed it. she wore no undergarments and the gentleman gazed at her pretty pussy, Darcy in particular, for he loved to see his wife naked on their marital bed, her legs open and welcoming for him. The lady did too, enjoying the sight of Lizzy’s secret place, fleshy and plump, topped with a smattering of wispy hair; not too much, not too little. She stood up and removed the dress from around her legs. She sat down on the hard, wooden seat and thrilled as her pert bottom felt the coolness of the wood. She smiled at Darcy and slowly parted her legs, letting him see her soft, wet, silky flesh within, red and glistening with arousal.
Darcy needed no further invitation. He knelt down and slid his long tongue inside her, flicking her rosebud of flesh with rapid darts of the tip. She pulled herself up a little so she could open her legs further, allowing him to plunge his tongue further, lapping her juices, pressing hard against her velvet walls. He grasped her legs to hold them open and found the perfect rhythm. Not too f
ast, not too slow, licking her with long strokes of his tongue, over and over until she feared she would feel faint.
The other gentleman watched. His manhood was fully erect again as he watched Darcy pleasure Lizzy with skill as well as passion. He smiled at his wife and silently assured her that he would endeavour to please her in this manner when they returned home - not just today or tomorrow but every time they enjoyed intimate marital relations in the bed chamber. In return, the lady said, she would return the favour by sucking his member and swallowing his seed, as a good wife may. This made him very happy.
In the meantime, Lizzy was making long drawn out sighs of bliss as Darcy continued to pleasure her with his tongue. The lady, seated beside her, took Lizzy’s breast in her hand and pulled it towards her a little. She bent over and sucked the nipple until it was hard in her mouth. This sent Lizzy in that paroxysm of pleasure from which there is sometimes no return, for ladies as well as gentlemen. Lizzy was very rapidly approaching her climactic moment, the sheer bliss rising up inside her and building to a level of intensity that she thought she may scream.
“Oh, Fitzwilliam,” she cried, “do not stop, don’t ever stop. I love it when you have your tongue inside my cunt, licking me, sucking on my clit. I love it. God you’re going to make me squirt, I want to squirt in your mouth and then I want you to make me cum.”
“Hmm, mm,” was all he could say, so hard were his lips pressed against her soft flesh, but it was enough.
She put her hands on his head as he continued with his attentions on her womanhood.
All at once, she released her perfumed liquids of love, squirting over his face deliciously, as he lapped up as much as he could. He loved to taste his wife’s honeydew and he drew it into his mouth and relished her sweet musk.
But it was not done yet. He licked her hard now, with quick darting strokes all around her clit. She threw back her head and cried out.
“Oh, God, yes, I’m cumming. I’m cumming Mr Darcy. Aaarrgghh.”
Her climax was long, intense, passionate and wonderful. Happy that he had brought her to the summit of womanly pleasure, Darcy languidly explored her pussy, his tongue meandering slowly around her, probing every inch of her beautiful pussy. At last he stopped. He raised himself and looked into his wife’s face. Her eyes were glassy, and it took her a moment to focus on him and smile at him in that secret way husband and wife smile at each other when they have made love. Slowly she recovered herself and came back down to earth.
“I never knew it was possible to yield so much pleasure with one’s tongue.”
“Oh, yes,” said Lizzy, “It can be wonderful, as you just saw.”
“And the marvellous thing is,” added Darcy, “that I enjoy it profoundly too. It’s the feel against the tongue, the taste, the fact that you’re so close and intimate. I assure you, sir, that if you pleasure your wife in this manner then you will not regret it. And I trust, neither will she.”
The gentleman asked for his wife’s forgiveness and assured her that from now on he would lick her pussy well and on a regular basis.
The lady turned to Lizzy.
“Do you think we should give our husbands some kind of reward?”
“I suppose we could,” said Lizzy with a smile.
“I have a proposal,” said the lady. “Suppose I suck your husband’s manhood and you suck my husband’s?”
The only member Lizzy had ever sucked was Darcy’s. She loved her husband and love to please him with her mouth. However, she thrilled at the idea of taking another man’s cock in her mouth. And it also excited her to see another woman suck Darcy’s big, thick cock.
“That’s a splendid idea,” she said.
She asked the two gentlemen if this was agreeable to them. They agreed at once.
“God, yes,” said Darcy.
“Absolutely,” said the other gentleman.
The gentleman had already removed his britches and his manhood twitched and throbbed with anticipation.
“Remove your britches, Fitzwilliam,” urged Lizzy.
He quickly took them off and the two gentlemen sat side by side, their manhood’s exposed. The lady’s looked at them eagerly. Both were large, about the same size. Darcy was perhaps a little longer than the gentleman’s seven inches, but not quite so thick. Both men were fully erect, their members hard and smooth and the ladies found them very becoming.
Lizzy and the lady swapped places and knelt down in front of the gentlemen. Lizzy’s mouth was inches from the gentleman’s manhood. She moved her head forward and took the head in her mouth, sucking him gently.
The lady grinned at Darcy. She glanced down and ran her tongue over her lips. His member was smooth and hard, and she wanted it in her mouth. She ran her tongue on the lower side, the vein blue and proud running up its length. She opened her mouth wide and took him fully inn her mouth. She bobbed her head, sucking him all the way down the shaft, drawing back the skin gently and running her tongue over the glans, making Mr Darcy grip the edge of the seat in his hands.
The ladies sucked the gentlemen hard, enjoying it as much as they did, relishing the fleshy taste of cock. The gentlemen said nothing but moaned with pleasure, glancing at each other from time to time with a knowing grin. The two ladies glanced at each other too.
Lizzy stopped for a second.
“I think my husband is enjoying your attentions,” said Lizzy.
“And mine yours,” said the lady.
“Shall we try and make them spill their seed at the same time.”
“Excellent idea. And we shall both swallow together?”
“Mmm, yes, I’d like that.”
“So, would we,” said the two gentlemen together.
The ladies resumed their attentions. They sucked their chosen member hard and fast, bobbing their heads, taking the full shaft in and out in rhythm together. The gentlemen were taking great enjoyment from the ladies. It was a little different from their respective wife. Not better necessarily, but different and they enjoyed it immensely, not just the actual physical sensation but also the fact that they were being pleasured by a beautiful lady who was not his wife. And in addition, they both found it very arousing to watch his wife suck another man’s cock.
They could both feel the approach of a marvellous climax. It built, slowly at first, then quicker and quicker. A few moments later, they were on the edge of apotheosis. The ladies sensed it and kept them on the edge, slowing down, then speeding up, going sifter then harder. By this time Darcy and the gentleman were in a state of ecstatic agony. Any moment they thought they would go over the edge and spurt their sperm into the ladies’ mouths. But the ladies were so skilful they kept them right on the edge.
Eventually they glanced at each other, their eyes twinkling. They made some kind of secret signal and took mercy on the gentlemen. They sucked them hard so that both reached the point from which there is no return and plunged over the edge. Seconds later they both climaxed at the same time, spurting forth their seed, filling the mouths of the ladies who swallowed eagerly. They continued to suck their cocks, until both men were utterly spent. They sat back and watched as the members of the gentlemen began to droop. Even flaccid, they were still engorged, large and heavy.
The ladies licked the sticky sperm from their mouths.
It occurred to Lizzy that she and her husband knew nothing about their new friends. She knew that the first rule of dogging was anonymity, but she thought it would be pleasant to know a little about the lady and gentlemen.
“Where have you come from this evening?” she said.
“Nottinghamshire,” said the lady. “And we really should return. We asked our driver to take a walk around the fields for a couple of hours. I think he will be returning soon.”
“Does he know what you have been doing?”
“I imagine so. But he’s very trustworthy and would not reveal our secret.”
The lady and gentlemen began to dress. A few minutes later they heard footsteps.
“That will be our driver I should think.”
A middle aged man, in driver’s uniform, emerged into the clearing.
“Thank you, Watkins,” said the gentleman. “I think we are ready to return home now.”
“Yes, sir.”
The lady and gentleman said farewell to Lizzy and Darcy and the coachman climbed up into his seat.
“Shall we meet again?” said Darcy.
“We enjoy dogging on a regular basis and go to different places,” said the lady. “It is likely that we will return here and meet again. I certainly hope so.”
“So do I,” said Lizzy.
The coach drove away and left Lizzy and Darcy on their own.
“Shall we return to our coach, Lizzy?”
“Yes, let us sit in our coach for a while.”
They sat in their coached and talked about what had happened. They agreed that it had been most enjoyable. Lizzy said she had loved watching Darcy licking the lady’s pussy and he replied that he had enjoyed her sucking the gentleman’s cock. They agreed that they would return again, and perhaps go further afield and find other, more remote dogging coach parks.
They fell silent for a moment. They decided to return to Pemberley as it was unlikely anybody would come to the clearing now. They listened, thinking they could hear something.
“What is that sound, Fitzwilliam?”
“It sounds like horses’ hooves?”
“And coach wheels. Do you think somebody else is coming?”
“It could be just going down the derby road.”
“It’s getting closer. I think it’s turned off the road and is heading this way.”
They waited. A coach pulled into the clearing and stopped several yards away. Lizzy and Darcy looked at each other.
“It appears we have more company,” said Darcy.
They watched as a lamp was lit and hung outside the coach.
“It looks as though they want somebody to join them,” said Darcy.
“Or at least to watch them,” said Lizzy. “It’s just a lamp at the moment.”
“Shall we go over?”
“Yes, let’s see what they’re up to.”
