The Training of C

DAY FOUR, ACT TWO - CARS, PARKS AND BLOWJOBS

We arrive thirty-five minutes later - traffic was light. We turn off the main road, through a gate that's barely visible (but manned, Girth assures me, by two large chaps with absolutely no sense of humour), set into a high yet almost invisible fence. The trees and undergrowth have been allowed to flourish.

Girth was right - this place is as secure as it can be. A tension I didn't know I had drains away. In you, however, there's a certain tension clearly growing. You're squirming slightly in your seat.

Mmmhmmmm, I think.

We drive about a mile along this road, then come to what is almost a stereotypical dogging site - a large, combined picnic area and car park, surrounded on almost all sides by thick forest. There are about 30 cars and a camper van parked up, ranging in quality from high-end BMWs to a Ford Escort that should have been in a museum. As we get out of the car I can't help but notice you adjusting something under your skirt.

MmmhmmmmHMMMM! I think, grinning internally. In theory you should be about 20 minutes away from the pill having any significant effect, but the evidence suggests you've arrived early. Which is so you.

The driver very distinctly closes the car doors and turns to us. "Your lift will be here in about three hours. Have fun!"

He gets into the car and drives away, to your obvious astonishment.

"What are we doing here, J?" you ask. From your point of view it's a good question. There are about 60 people present, of various ages. Roughly fifty-ish men, ten or so women.

And all of the women are in some state of disarray and are...how can I put this?..being extremely accommodating with the men.

Well now, I think to myself.

I'm going to try to categorise what I'm seeing . Bear with me. There's a sort of sexual Venn diagram thing going on, with some next-level overlap. Hard to describe, especially if you're a moron. Which according to Girth, I am.

Three of the woman are kneeling in the classic 'come and stick your cock in my mouth' pose, and there are several guys more than happy to oblige. One woman is lying on her back in the open rear doors of the camper van, a man between her legs working steadily. Judging by the muffled sounds from inside the van she's enjoying it.

Two women are leaning forwards over benches or tables, men fucking them from behind. The small gooey puddle under one of them indicates she's been there a while and the current guy is far from the first.

And one woman - pleasantly chubby and curvy - is...airtight. She's on top of a man lying on the ground, his cock filling her pussy. Another man is over her, his cock clearly in her ass. A third fills her mouth.

I can't help thinking this is all a bit advanced for the average dogging site, but I also have to admit that my only knowledge of them is from a couple of, shall we say, educational videos, so I can't claim to be an expert.

The pill is definitely taking effect on you. I can tell for two reasons - 1, you keep rubbing your legs together under your skirt and 2, you haven't bolted for the tree-line. I'm observant to little details like that. The part of you that ordinarily would find what you're looking at to be Not Your Cup Of Tea is clearly experiencing technical difficulties and is temporarily down for maintenance.

I decide a 'slowly slowly catchy monkey' approach is best here, and lead you over to a table and bench on the outskirts of the ongoing revelries, but close enough to have a good view of things. We watch events for about five minutes - you getting slowly more squirmier - yes, it's a word - and me starting to regret not wearing looser-fit jeans.

A man wanders over, stands by your side. Late 20's I estimate. Scruffy blue jeans, white-ish t-shirt.

"Alright, darlin'?" he asks. I wince. He's clearly playing Dogging Male Stereotype #1: The Rough Trade Roguish Scamp. This could go either way.

You look up at him slightly nervously and then, I note, glance down at his jeans crotch which is visibly undergoing the same stresses as my own.

"How's about you give me a hand with that, eh love?" he says, in an accent that travels between central London and Manchester before ending up somewhere in Leeds. Method actors. Fucksake.

To my growing pleasure - and no little surprise, even given the chemical inducement - you reach out and tentatively put your hand on his jeans-covered erection.

He makes a sound. I don't blame him.

You straddle the end of the bench, your legs either side of it, with the man standing in front of you. I quietly straddle the bench directly behind you, out of your line of sight.

You start to rub his crotch slowly, gently, almost furtively. Like you're scared of being caught doing it. You continue to do this for about a minute, the man clearly enjoying your attentions.

And then your fingers reach for his zipper.

"Fucking hell!" I think, "I have got to get some more of those pills!"

You slowly draw his zipper down. And then pause. I strongly suspect there's an argument going on inside your head. It's a brief one though, with a clear winner, because you reach inside his jeans. My heart-rate increases. DMS#1 is clearly flying commando tonight, because you draw his erect cock out into the open air and stare at it for a minute. And then you slowly start wanking him.

You do this with a skill I thought you'd forgotten. The man is clearly appreciating it, anyway.

"How's about you su.." he starts to say, then sees my frantic head-shake: Too much, too soon. "...keep doing that, eh love?" he recovers. I decide to risk something and slowly bring my arms around you and cup your breasts. I hear your breathing step up a notch.

You speed up slightly. The man grunts in pleasure. I start to gently squeeze your breasts, and pinch your nipples through your blouse. You make a peculiar sound that I decide to interpret as approval.

And then I decide to take a further risk - I reach up and slowly undo the top three buttons of your blouse, and pull it open. Your bra and fabulous cleavage are displayed. The man is rapidly approaching the finishing line, and I deliberately squeeze your boobs high and together. The visuals combined with your own input overwhelm him, and he cums directly onto your cleavage with a happy shout that was pure West Country. Even actors have limits.

I lean close to your left ear and whisper "I love you. It's ok. I love you."

I pull your breasts apart slightly, then squeeze them together again, letting the man's cum drip down you.

Another man has arrived, weapon already deployed. (Note to self:Fucksake J that's an awful line. Do better)

You grasp it willingly, stroking it, feeling it, tugging it. I decide it's time your blouse was fully open and undo the final buttons, and since my hands were already in the vicinity I decide to tug your skirt up slightly so I can reach your panties. Your utterly soaked panties. I can't help myself and start feeling you up through them. Rule 5 says I can't fuck you, and it's so unfair because I desperately need to. But tonight isn't about you fucking me.

But I bet I can make you cum. It'll be a minor infraction but I'm prepared to take the risk.

I dip my hand inside your panties, running my fingers up and down your slit, then slowly, lovingly, penetrate you with two of them. I hear you gasp throatily, the man you're servicing appreciating the view. I move my fingers in you, starting a gentle pumping motion as I thumb your clit, and you writhe against the bench. The so-far silent man grunts, jerks, and adds his cum to your cleavage as I feel you clench against my fingers, and hear you whimper as you tried to hide your own orgasm.

How much of this is the pill and how much of this is you? I wonder, really hoping for the 'you' option.

"I love you so much!" I whisper in your ear, feeling it's important to stress and reiterate this.

Another man approaches. He's clearly decided that clothes are for the weak, because he's dispensed with his. Dark guy with a cock that may not be in Dong's range, but I bet he's never had any complaints. You seize it eagerly with one hand, and with the other reach around and try to grasp mine.

Oh, come on! I'm not allowed to interact with you intimately tonight!

I reluctantly - oh, so reluctantly - pull away from you, almost sobbing in my need for you.

You glance back, confused and a little hurt, then turn back to your new toy. I manoeuvre to your side, slightly out of arms' reach, but you're distracted by what's in front of you and ignore me. You've grasped it with both hands and are working it for all you're worth. And then some part of you clearly comes to some sort of decision, and you take the first inch or so in your mouth.

And this is make or break for me. Either I'm ok with you reconnecting to and expanding your sexuality and accepting the consequences thereof, or I'm not. I know this is all my doing, all controlled, safe, but part of me isn't ok with you giving another man sexual pleasure of your own accord.

Which...makes me a hypocrite.

My erection has wilted as a war of emotions erupt within me.

I watch you fellate another man, willingly, a thing you haven't done for me in...a long time.

Part of me wants to cry, feeling cuckolded. Part of me wants to kill him. Part of me - a small, shameful part of me - wants to hurt you, emotionally at least. Part of me reminds me that I already did. Guilt rises in me and I feel lower than dirt.

And then something deep within reasserts control, reminds me that this is what I wanted, and that there would naturally be a period of mental adjustment, but that it was happening now, and certain sections of me would need to be taken offline while this was done.

Parts of me fade away. A disturbingly common occurrence of late.

Meanwhile, the remaining parts of me enjoy the view.

You continue to suck the guy. Not deeply - barely more than the head, but he's loving it. He, in turn, has dragged your bra down, in order to admire your breasts. Can't say as I blame him. You have awesome tits. My erection is apparently on an independent circuit because it decides to pay attention again.

You continue to suck the head of his cock, one of your hands wanking him as well. The other is fondling one of your breasts. You increase your efforts - licking, sucking, wanking him, gauge the moment perfectly and jerk his cock out of your mouth as he cums, spraying your chest again.

You look over at me and I smile at you, as the bits of me that were offline slowly start rebooting with new parameters, and knowing that smiling is absolutely what I must do. You mustn't see the mental anguish I was in a moment before - it would undo everything, even make it worse.

"I'm so proud of you," I whisper. You smile shyly. "Did you enjoy it?" I ask, a bit tentatively. You nod, a little hesitantly as though you're not sure how that is going to be received.

"Did you enjoy watching?" you ask. I nod furiously. "You looked incredible!" I say. "Still do, in fact," I add, looking at your chest where the cum of three men is running down. And for the first time it's there because you chose it to be.

You gesture at my crotch. "Want me to..?" you ask, salaciously. "Can't," I groan. "Rules." You look disappointed, but not as much as I feel.

One of the women - mid-30's, slightly Asian aspect and temporarily taking a break I assume, wanders over with a towel and some bottles of water. You wipe yourself off and we drink. I sit down next to you, awkwardly. The woman looks pointedly at my erection, tent-poling my jeans. "I could do something about that if you like?" she says.

"I...I can't," I say, looking lovingly at you.

"Yes you can."

It takes me about five whole seconds to realise that those words came from you. Pretty sure I segfaulted.

"Er..." I comment intelligently.

"How do you think I'm going to feel if you let me do...stuff...with other people, but I don't let you do...stuff...with other people as well? I mean, is the idea that you just watch me?"

"No, but..."

"Whore me out?"

"What?! No! Gods no! It's just...I..." I make vague pointy swirly motions at my head.

You look slightly exasperated with me, turn to the woman and say "Do it. Do it for me. Please. If only to shut him up."

Harsh.

She smiles, leans forward and undoes my belt, followed by the button, and finally the zipper on my jeans. She tugs my jeans down slightly, shortly followed by my boxers, and my erection springs forth with, I swear, a twanging noise. She looks at it. You look at it. I look at it.

"Bit of a...bone of contention, ehHOOOOOOSHIT!" I say, as the woman takes your advice and shuts me up by using a time-honoured and famously reliable method.

"NNNNNNG!" I comment, as the woman expertly works me swiftly upwards towards an almost medically-needed orgasm. I realise that one of your hands is holding one of mine, and I honestly don't know if I did that or you, but I don't care - it feels right.

"Not...going...to...last...much...longer!" I gasp, stating the sodding obvious as the woman bobs up and down and waves of pleasure spread though me. I'm aware...somehow...that you're looking at me, a faint smile on your face.

"HAAAAAH!" I cry. You lean in towards me and kiss me firmly, passionately, just as I cum.

You continue to kiss me while the last spurts of my orgasm shake me, then both you and the woman release me.

"Wow," she says, "you really were under pressure there, weren't you?"

I'm temporarily unable to talk, probably to the relief of you both. Sadly for the pair of you it doesn't last.

"How...how did you know when to kiss me?" I gasp. I'm still trembling. You look at me. "It's not like I'm unfamiliar with your orgasms, J. You make this funny little face right before you cum. A sort of adorable gurn."

"I do not!" I protest.

"Er...yeah, you do actually," the woman (whose name I eventually find out is Lin) says. She giggles. "She's right, " she says, pointing at you. "It is kind of adorable."

My face takes on a slightly guilty look. "I'm sor..." I start. "So help me, if you apologise I'm going to smack you one!" you state.

That shuts me up.

"Nobody is going to take me from you, J. Nobody. Just as nobody is going to take you from me. But...we can share. Occasionally. If we're both there."

I gaze at you lovingly, and kiss you. "I love you," I say. You smile. "And I love you, you daft muppet."

I'm vaguely saddened to realise that you're under the pill's peak effect, so some of this - possibly a lot - isn't yet you. But it's a start.

You eye another man approaching, either to watch events or hoping to take part. You smile, and crook your finger at him.

"I can't do...much. Yet. Sorry," you say, adorably.

"That's ok - whatever you're comfortable with," he replies. I could have kissed him. You start to reach for his groin, then stop. You look at Lin. "Reckon you could make him cum again?" you ask, gesturing at me.

"I..." I start to say, but my input is clearly not required here. "Oh, yes, " she says, confidently. "In fact I bet I can suck him until he's hard again, and make him cum before you can make yours cum, and I'm working on a one-orgasm handicap."

I look at the guy. The guy looks at me. You look at Lin. Lin looks at you. We all, it seems, have the same thought: Challenge accepted!

--fill this in later--

By mutual consent it's considered a draw.

Another hour passes pleasantly. You continue to explore your budding fellatio skills, I...take advantage of Lin's. I offer to return the favour but she just smiles and says "another night."

We hear a cough, look up, and there's the driver, standing near us like a party-pooping Mr. Ben. "Time to go, folks," he says. We look a little disappointed, but towel ourselves down and rearrange our clothes until we have a semblance of decency. We get into the car - both in the back - and set off.

It soon become clear that you have mischief on your mind. Your hand gently, but firmly, places one of mine directly onto your panties. And then you proceed to undo my jeans.

Shit, I think. "I need to make a call," I say.

"Seriously?!"

I think to myself that I need to know from Girth if we're still technically in Training. Girth's been pretty lax with the rules where we're concerned but there are limits, and infractions can result in penalties. I don't know if we're off the clock, as it were.

"Yeah, sorry. It's kind of important." I dial Girth's number.

"J! Mate!" he answers. "I was hoping you'd call, because there's something I needed you to know."

You've now got my dick out and have started wanking it gently.

"I just wanted you to know something about the pill C took."

I freeze. What the actual fuck is he about to tell me?

"It's not an aphrodisiac. It's basically 25% caffeine, 50% a compound that's a sort of ginger on steroids, and 25% sherbet lemon. Gives you a nice warm glow around the nethers for some reason, but that's as far as it goes. It's also remarkably good at getting rid of trapped wind, but that's by-the-by."

The fuck? But that means...I'm struggling to keep up, although part of that is because you've started using your mouth on me and I'm finding it remarkably difficult to concentrate.

"So, " he says, "tonight was basically a head-fuck. C takes something she's told is an aphrodisiac, then starts to feel the super-ginger taking effect. Her head does the rest. She was never under any kind of chemical control. We just wouldn't do that, especially not after Dawn."

Oh Gods your skills are improving. With one hand I see you drag your panties down and off.

"Girth!" I almost scream, "I need to know something: are we still on the clock? Is the Training still happening? Is, and I want you to be really clear about this bit, Rule 5 still in effect?"

"What? Oh, no. It ended when you got in the car, mate."

Ohthankfuck, I think, as you decide that now is the right time to climb astride me and lower yourself onto me.

"Driver's taking you home as we speak."

I cup your arse as you ride me slowly, enjoying every second.

"Any chance you could ask him to take the long route?" I ask, hopefully. I hear Girth laugh as he hangs up. And a second or two later the driver takes a call.

END OF DAY FOUR