When they re-entered the bar it felt like slipping back into the normal world again, and for the first time Kristen's thoughts turned to Pam, still sitting there patiently and wondering what she was up to. She'd send her a text, tell her not to worry and not to wait for her... in a little while. When her hands were no longer full. She skipped over to the fire door with Jorge and Ed and was outside before anyone had even noticed they were there.
The door opened out into a high-walled alley, a light shining dimly from the far end where it led out onto the road. The night was warm, but it was still a shock to the system after the close heat of the club. The drop in temperature did little to cool off the two men though, and they carried straight on where they had finished. Kristen was pinned against the hard stone wall, her legs spread wide, and she kissed both men in turn as they groped her breasts and pussy, casually and freely.
Magically two cocks appeared in her outstretched fingers, and she stroked them with more vigour and purpose than she had done before. When she hit the deck this time her knees dug into the hard unforgiving tarmac, but she had something hard and wonderfully forgiving to distract her. She turned to face Jorge, opened her mouth wide and let him thrust his penis straight inside. She could taste the faint remnants of his pee on the tip as it slid into her mouth, its contours rippling against her tongue.
By now her dress was almost non-existent, pulled down below her breasts and squashed up above her hips. She propped herself up on her arms and gobbled his shaft voraciously, wondering if this was what Pam meant when she said she wasn't this trashy. If so, she ought to listen to her less often -- and probably would do, she had already decided. She took a deep breath through her nose as her throat was filled with Jorge's rapidly expanding cock. When she pulled away at last, she had coated the head with a thick sheen of spit and it was pulsing red with rushing blood.
Kristen smiled up at Jorge as he pulled backwards sharply, his chest thudding through his T-shirt. "Be right back," she promised him, and she had barely finished the sentence before her head was pulled round and she had Ed's dick down her for the first time. His grip on her skull tightened and he began to fuck her throat relentlessly, with a force she hadn't been expecting. She had to pull away slightly as she gagged, clutching his thighs for support. Massive ropes of saliva streamed down her chin and neck, and she let out a gasp of relief.
Ed paused for a moment, his fingers gliding through her smooth bob of red hair. He ran his dick round the edge of her mouth, preparing for another assault, but before he could ram it in again she sucked it down herself, taking it slowly enough to enjoy the taste and the feel of it. As she held him in her mouth she looked up at him with wide appealing eyes, her head cocked slightly to the side, asking how far he wanted her to go. He stared at her fixatedly, his mouth creasing into a smile as she steadily went deeper and deeper.
After a gust of warm breath over the head, she extended her tongue and tickled the veins underneath, following them all the way down his shaft until she could almost, but not quite feel his balls. She let his length rest inside her mouth and sucked contentedly on it, realising that she could take most of it without discomfort. She reached out to Jorge's dick and stroked it smoothly, keeping him hard and on edge. Finally she began to switch from one to the other, going down on each for a few seconds with a firm smack of the lips as she ran her fingers under their balls.
Kristen felt happier right now than she had for a long time, in charge of two dicks and shamelessly whoring their attention, but she was well aware that this place too had its drawbacks if they really wanted to get serious. With the knuckles of one hand she wiped the saliva off her chin and glanced up at Jorge and Ed. "I'm not knocking you guys back," she promised them, "but I want to finish this off somewhere more comfortable. You OK with that?"
"Um, sure," said Ed, who would probably have agreed to anything with Kristen's fist round his cock. "But I don't think my place is gonna work. It's a long way and, well, this might take some explaining..." He looked over at Jorge. "Sorry."
The latter shrugged. "Hey, I'm just along for the ride. But yeah, it's gonna be difficult. I had other plans for tonight, you know?" They all grinned.
"Come back to mine," Kristen suggested, her voice soft and matter of fact. "It's a ten-minute drive from here." In the back of her mind she had known all along that if anything was to happen tonight, she would have to take someone home. The thought had made her stomach lurch between excitement and panic, and she had that same sensation in her now, but she was absolutely sure she wanted to take the risk. From the looks of the two men, it was they who needed convincing.
"Are you sure it's OK? I mean, is the coast clear?" Ed asked cautiously.
"You really do think I'm a slut, don't you?" Kristen laughed. "Don't worry, my other half's out. And he's going to stay out too," she added shortly, not caring what they made of her domestic situation. "We've got the place to ourselves. Anyway, I'm not looking for someone to keep my bed warm tonight." She flung her hair to one side and gazed up at him. "I'm looking for someone to stick their dicks inside me. If that sounds all right to you boys."
With Jorge gripping her below her armpits she was back on her feet in an instant. He and Ed attacked her neck and chest with renewed vigour, leaving her breasts scored with their fingernails. She threw her head back and enjoyed the feeling of being mauled for just a few seconds more, then reluctantly pushed them away. "I came in a friend's car. Have either of you got one?"
"Yeah, I'm parked just round the corner," Ed said, gesturing away to the exit that led to the main road.
"OK, great. I've just got to text her. Let her know I've not got mixed up with any strange men." She gave a little wink and fished her phone out of her bag, which she had discarded on the ground behind her. As the two men watched impatiently she tapped out a brief little message to Pam, the gist being not to wait up. That felt almost as satisfying as the warm erections she nurtured on the walk to the car, her hands rubbing their crotches in the half-darkness.
The car itself clearly belonged to a twenty-something; it was nestled almost apologetically between two much larger models, and the front seats had to be pulled down to allow anyone to get in the back. "Which direction is it?" Ed asked as he took out his keys.
"It's up the valley." Kristen paused for a moment and watched him stroll round to the driver's side. "Why don't you let me drive?" she suggested sweetly.
"Uh... OK," he shrugged. "Be careful."
"Don't worry, I'm not going to total it!" she promised as she took the keys. "I've been driving longer than you, anyway." Slowly she walked round the front of the car as they swapped sides. "And you won't have to keep your mind on the road," she breathed in his ear as she passed him, her hand dragging briefly across his penis. Ed suddenly looked a lot happier, so much so that he even held the front seat down for Jorge to climb in behind him. There was nothing that got guys more competitive and more co-operative at the same time than a woman, Kristen reflected.
The journey back was a short but strange ride, along a route she had followed thousands of times before with nothing remotely like this in mind. Ed sat beside her molesting her as much as he possibly could, and that together with the demands of the road stopped her from thinking too far ahead. Being fingered at the wheel of a strange new car had its challenging moments: she had no qualms about leaking her cum all over his nice leather seat, but when he hit a sensitive spot on her clit just as they came to a junction she nearly rear-ended the car in front. Afterwards Ed settled for a lighter approach, tracing his finger over her erect nipple, which drove her just as crazy.
Occasionally Kristen snuck a glance in the rear mirror at Jorge, who sat patiently in the back seat, biding his time. He showed admirable restraint as he watched them, she thought; if that had been her sitting alone back there she would be rubbing herself raw right now. Instead she rubbed Ed with her right hand whenever she was able, in between spells of batting away his creeping fingers. The game was getting her wetter and wetter, and when she finally pulled up in her driveway there was a sticky sound as she detached herself from the seat.
She handed her keys back to Ed and led the way up the drive, a cool mountain breeze wafting round her hips. She felt the two men's eyes fixed on her as she unlocked the door, the tattered remnants of her dress clinging to her backside. Before she knew it Ed's hands were round her waist and she was propelled over the threshold, shoved into near-darkness. When the door slammed shut behind Jorge the darkness was total, and she felt the sudden shock of their hands on her, groping and scrabbling at every inch of exposed flesh.
She was spun round and positioned between them, Ed behind and Jorge in front. Ed pushed her arms up above her head and almost broke the zip on her dress as he tore it off. In an instant the tiny garment was on the floor and she was standing between them, her nakedness hidden from sight but certainly not from touch. They felt their way down her torso, fingers digging into her bare skin. They cupped her breasts, squeezed her ass, and went to work with renewed force on her clit. Soon they were eking more fluid out of her pussy, and it slowly dripped onto their knuckles and down her quaking legs as she flailed helplessly in the dark.
With a gasp of excitement Kristen slumped against Jorge's chest, letting him envelop her with his powerful legs and shoulders. She could smell him underneath his shirt, and feel the frantic beat of his heart next to her face. Her own was more than matching it, and it skyrocketed further when she was pulled back by Ed and pressed against the door. She gave a little whimper of surrender and spread her arms and legs wide, allowing them to ravage her.
