The Dogger Braes

Davie watched the two wee neds in the turd coloured Clio drive off disappointed. The engine roared like a jet, souped up pointlessly, he thought it was like a wonderbra on an eight year old and laughed. They'd go away thinking it was all lies and probably beat off to pictures on the net. They'd been impatient, perhaps nervous. If they'd have waited ten, fifteen more minutes they would have been laughing. Davie knew the score and wondered which one of the girls Owen would bring. He could already feel himself stiffen at the prospect and hoped it was wee Maggie. She was a right dirty cow.

Ten minutes later another car pulled off the road and onto the hillside. Davie was dazed for a second by the glare of the headlights and then recognised the vehicle. Wullie Heckle, another connoisseur of the delights of alfresco prostitution. Wullie was an odd one but harmless. He must have been near 70. Davie got out of his car and lit a cigarette as Wullie parked.

From the car, Wullie shouted. “Cauld yin the night eh Davie?”

“Aye, he'd better hurry up or we'll be shootin' ice-cream awe oor her tits.” Davie replied.

Wullie laughed at that, a short dry chuckle. He got out the car and approached Davie. Davie offered him a smoke but old Wullie declined. “So,” Davie asked. “How's things wae you?”

“No bad son, no bad. Yersel'?”

“Same.” Davie replied. “You seen big Alan aroon' lately?”

“Alan? Speccy bugger wae the big gut?” Wullie asked using his hands to intimate the girth of Alan's stomach.

“Aye.”

“Ah hiv not, no.”

“Seems like everyone's disappearin' lately.”

“we'll that's because of...” Wullie began. “Ah here he is.” he said instead.

Davie looked over to see the car headlights approach from the bottom of the hill. Davie threw the cigarette onto the ground, crushing it with his foot. “Here we go.” he said delightedly, rubbing his hands together.

The car turned into the carpark and stopped. Both beams shining right at the two men. “I don't think that's Owen's car.” Wullie said, quietly.

They both heard the door open and someone step onto the gravel. “You two dafties no read the papers? Go hame, Owen's done.”

“Whit d'ye mean done?” Wullie asked to the shade standing in the headlight beams.

“Done, deid. Got murdered, Tuesday mornin' it wis oan the news an' everythin'.”

“Well thanks for comin' oot here tae tell us.”

“Nae bother. Andy Duncanson sent me doon, told me tae tell ye he'll be runnin' the girls fae noo on, wance it's awe settled. Come back next Monday.” The shadow explained.

There was more gravel crunching footsteps and the door slammed shut. The engine started and the car reversed leaving Wullie and Davie looking at each other in surprise. “Aw fuck that.” Wullie said.

Davie just spat. “Fuck.”

“Ah well. It wis good to see ye again Davie, I'll let ye be off.” Wullie said, then after a suitable pause said, “unless...”

He let it hang there. To Davie that “unless” had promise. “Unless” meant the old man knew some other way to get some pussy. “Unless” meant the old man had been keeping something quiet. Davie's curiosity was piqued as he imagined two exotic young women crouched in front of his sucking his cock and balls. “Unless” had been perfect bait and he swallowed it eagerly. “Unless whit?” he asked.

“The Dogger Braes.” Wullie said quietly.

“The whit?” Davie said. He'd never heard of any such place, sounded enticing.

“Dogger Braes, near Moranside. Ye never heard o' the dogger braes?”

“That's away oot by loch Goyr, ye'd hiv tae be aff year head tae go away doon there.”

“It's an less than an oors drive.” Wullie said, shrugging. He made to go back to his car.

Davie wanted to hear more. “So whit's so good aboot these Dogger Braes?”

“Well fir wan ye don't always huv tae pay.” Wullie said, nodding with his eyes widening.

“Bullshit.”

“Naw seriously son, it's no just auld whoors an' smackheads either. Last time I wis doon there I wis gaun at it wae some wee local bird while her boyfriend jist watched. She wis only aboot twinty. Then her pal, she lets me finger her aw the while, hid my middle finger right up her tight wee shitter.. They ur just intae the scene. It's hardcore. None of this fifteen minutes and their back in the car shite. They're aw right intae it”

“Buu-uulshit. This is a wind up Wullie, ye widnae a kept that secret.”

“Why the fuck would I tell every cunt? They'd ruin it.”

Davie had to agree that made some amount of sense. The rest sounded like total lies but if it were true and he missed out, he'd never forgive himself. “Ye've sold me... So whit noo?”

Wullie looked at his watch. “It's only twinty five past ten, we could be there before midnight if we hurry.”

“Brilliant. You lead then eh?”

“Oh aye. Of course.” Wullie said and with a wink slid back into his car.

Before long the two of them had left Coatbridge behind and had sped along the motorway turning North towards the ruin of Suthering and the road that would, Davie assumed, take them to Dogger Braes. As they turned off the main road down a single track of broken tarmac he saw a dark town on the hillside which was obscured by the trees as the road turned away from it into farmlands. The road straightened out and at the end of it Davie could see a cluster of cars and people moving in the headlight beams. As they approached the group of people there watched them pass and park. Davie recognised quite a few of them, Big Allan was there, so was Jimmy the Stoat, the whole crew and others he'd seen on his sexual exploits. There were about twenty in total chatting waiting smoking and drinking. They seemed pleased at Wullie's arrival and all moved towards his car as the old man got out. Davie listened as he was bombarded with annoyed questions from the others. It became clear that some of them had been waiting a rather long time.

Wullie gave them all a calm down gesture and when silenced he said. “Whit time is it?”

“Five tae twelve.”

“Relax boys, we're aw right oan time.”

The place where they were parked was the end of the road, it had just died there and the cars were parked in a field, surrounded by the ominous hills on one side and the trees on the other. Outside the haphazard ring of cars there was no light, not from distant streetlights nor stars. Auld Wullie went back into his car and pulled out something that glinted in the light. It took Davie a couple of seconds before he make out the old man was holding an old ornate ringing bell. Davie was curious and got out of his car to join the others who'd gathered around the old man with puzzled faces.

“See,” Wullie started, this isnae a job fur these people, it's no aboot money, it's aboot tradition, lineage, progress.”

Davie realised the old man was really talking to himself. He laughed with the others as Allan answered “Well fur me Wullie, it's aboot getting' ma cock wet.”

Wullie looked disappointed with that, screwed up his eyes and shook his head. “You kin get yer lad drained anytime this... this'll be special. Yer never forget this.”

“Ye don't need tae sell us auld yin, just get the fanny oot.” someone said.

“Fine, noo the lot of ye, shut it.” Wullie said, clearly miffed at the lack of respect coming his way. The men shut up as Wullie took the bell and turned to face the forest. He looked at his watch for quite a few seconds and then rang the bell three times. Davie looked at his watch, it was midnight.

There was an atmosphere of anxious anticipation in the group, they all stood silently looking into the forest as if suddenly a dozen naked nymphs would come streaming out playing harps and wearing gowns of sunlight. That, of course, did not happen. In fact nothing happened and nothing continued to happen until one guy lost his patience and said “See if you're rippin' the piss auld yin, you'll be fuckin' fun in that forest in a shallow grave, ye hear me?”

“Don't threaten me Balfour, ah telt ye the truth.” Wullie said, in a voice less frail than usual.

This broke the silence from the others who were expressing boredom and annoyance. Wullie wasn't even listening he was just looking into the black trees beyond as if he could see something the rest could not. Davie lit a cigarette and said nothing as the noise and arguments around him climaxed and collapsed once again into silence as the others were drawn into Wullie's intense focus. Once again they stood in silence staring into the forest.

They waited a good ten minutes before Jimmy the Stoat pointed and whispered “look, oor there is that wan?” like a child on Safari looking for some rare wild animal.

Davie, like the others, followed where Jimmy was pointing which was into the thick trees. He was seeing something and soon there was a collective sigh of relief as they all made out a tall woman walk from the woods. She was wearing a long red gown, a dress too elaborate and elegant to drag through the forest. Her hair was long and dark, a shade of brown almost indistinguishable from black. As she moved closer Davie could see she was a beauty, still in her late twenties, perhaps early thirties at a push. She wore no trashy make up nor jewellery and she was, weirdly, barefoot. Davie wasn't a shrimper but for some reason this surged a little jolt of electricity into his cock and he found himself getting stiff.

She stopped, just outside the lights and said what sounded like “Mulla crave do!”

Wullie repeated it and encouraged everyone else to join in which Davie did, happily. The young woman was so hot he'd had eaten his own shit for a chance to be in her. The woman smiled at their response. stretched her arm up to her shoulder and turned her waist so the effect was a sweeping motion, as if to say “Enter.” The gesture meant something else, it meant come forward. Out of the woods came a group of young women and girls. Davie was concerned about how young some of them looked and even more concerned about how randy he felt. He wasn't a nonce and hoped that wasn't the scene here. As they walked into the circle of cars he convinced himself that the youngest was still over sixteen, just.

There was a lot of milling about a mutual browsing as groups fragmented into two and threesomes. Davie was taken by a young women with dull reddish hair, pale skin and freckles. She met his eyes and walked towards him, every step of hers seemed to cause a throbbing pulse in his groin, squirting more and more blood into his swelling penis. Before she said anything she took his hand and pushed up against his cock. “Hiya, I'm Claire” she breathed.

Davie put his hand on her back and pushed her into himself harder. “They call me Davie. Pleased to meet you.”

Her hand was sliding up and down his stiffening prick and fiddling with his fly. He took his hand from her back and slid it across her t-shirt. No bra, just a small but heavy breast under cotton, a nipple becoming rigid. He gave it a gentle squeeze and she recoiled with a giggle. Her thumb wormed its way inside his pants, he could feel that hot little finger burrow into his pubes. She leant forward and whispered “no here, c'moan intae the wids wae me.”

She did not wait for an answer just pulled at his hand and Davie followed. His prick was throbbing in his pants. He kept pawing at her, trying to get her to stop and suck him off but the girl was insistent. Davie didn't really mind the tension knowing would make his orgasm all the better and so he continued with her until they were deep in the woods. They emerged, finally, into a clearing which had one great black tree in the centre. This tree looked ancient, it's thick roots dug up through the earth. Someone had placed a circle of stones around it, All the girls began to collect around the woman in the red gown. “Mulla crave do!” she said again, but it wasn't crave, it was something different, something that sounded more like Cry-eve. Davie didn't think much more about it. He was too distracted, like a dog whose had his bone snatched from him. He kept looking at the girl, Claire but she was, like all the other girls making some weird dance with hand gestures.

Auld Wullie rang the bell and shouted something in gGaelic. Some of the other guys were losing patience with this drama. Some fat guy in an ill fitting track suit shouted along. “Hoots mon, there's a moose loose aboot this hoose!”

His joke caused laughter but Wullie and the others ignored him. The continued and finished their short procedure and then the girl split from the woman and began to walk towards their waiting customers. Young Claire sauntered over to Davie, her face filled with lust. She said nothing as she walked over and past him. He turned to face her as she unbuckled his trousers with a sense of urgency.

Then all four inches of his erect penis was in her tight, soft, warm mouth. She pulled at his pants and trousers and almost automatically he shrugged them off and stepped out of them. Wullie was gasping as her tongue flicked over the top of his glans and grunted as she dragged her teeth up and down his shaft causing him to spurt. She gagged and spat both his cock and semen out, grabbing his still squirting dick away from her face.

While he stood there she pulled off her pants and lay on the ground, her legs opened displaying the little forest of hair. “Lick ma wee fanny” she ordered.

Davie did as he was told. Climbing down onto all fours he balanced himself amongst bracken, grass and broken twigs until he had both hands on her soft, round thighs. He plunged his tongue into her splitting her lips apart and joining her own wetness. She gave a little gasp and rocked forward until his tongue was deep inside her. Her juices were as warm and sweet as any peach. Claire was giving little groans of pleasure which was causing his already spent dick to stir but it burst into full erection when he felt something touch his anus. It was wet and gently probing, a tongue. One of the dirty sluts was licking his arse. Davie found himself scoffing on Claire with some vigour, his excitement rising.

The tongue at his arse went round and round and then in, tentatively at first. Davie grabbed Claire's thighs and pulled her towards his cock and was just about to ram it in her when something thrust inside him so hard he screamed. He was not alone in that.

The girl scrambled from under him, a vicious smile on her eyes and mouth. The thing inside his anus wormed its way further and further inside him. In horror and agony he managed to turn, seeing a large black tendril, what he thought was the root of a tree, stuck hard inside the arse of the guy next to him. It was moving so violently the bloke's feet left the ground as he screamed. He kept turning and saw another writhing black root thing in his own arse. As he saw the thing it was attached to, what he thought of as the huge tree, he saw an ever moving slippery totem. What was left of him however still managed to scream as the colony of vast black worms poured its burning leaden seed inside him.