Her First Night Dogging with Friends

I left the office with my head completely wrecked and my cell phone vibrating in my pocket. It was Mauro, who was already having drinks with Sergio, Tomás, and Leo at a bar in the financial district, that part of the city that emptied out at night and was left with closed shutters, broad sidewalks, and cars parked in rows. He told me to come over, that they were missing someone to complete the plan, and as soon as I heard the tone of his voice, I knew who they were talking about.

Valeria.

She had been a friend of ours for years, but for some time she had stopped being just that. Between us, it had become a habit for a beer to end in kisses, a conversation in groping, and any quiet night in a shared fuck. She wasn’t a woman who let herself be dragged along: she liked deciding, provoking, opening up the game, and watching how she got us all hard with two sentences and a look.

When I arrived, the three of them were already on their second round. Mauro pushed a glass into my hand and gave me one of those smiles that announced disaster.

—You call her —he said—. She always answers you horny.

I dialed without playing hard to get. She picked up on the second ring.

—Were you already missing me? —she said in that lazy voice that sounded like a direct caress against my crotch.

—We’re having a drink near downtown —I replied—. Come and finish fixing our night.

She laughed on the other end.

—How many are there?

—Four.

—What a delicious number —she murmured—. Give me twenty minutes.

She hung up just like that, and the four of us stared at each other like idiots, all smiling the same way. That was what happened with Valeria: one sentence was enough to tighten the air. We kept drinking, but the conversation never returned to normal. Each of us imagined something different, although we all knew we’d end up putting our hands on her before reaching the car.

She walked into the bar with a naturalness that was maddening. She was wearing a denim skirt, white sneakers, and a short blouse that revealed a strip of stomach whenever she moved. Dressed like that, almost innocent, she looked like any woman getting off work. That was exactly why it heated us up more: we knew what lay beneath that casual appearance, and she knew that we knew.

She greeted us one by one with a kiss on the mouth. Brief, wet, shameless.

—I see you arrived hungry —Tomás said.

—And you look like you want to misbehave —she replied, sitting down between Mauro and me.

I put my hand on her thigh as soon as she settled in. Mauro did the same on the other side. The skirt’s fabric rose between our palms, and she kept talking as if nothing were happening, ordering a beer, crossing one leg over the other, letting us move forward to the exact edge where her underwear began.

—What did you mean on the phone when you said four was a delicious number? —Leo asked from across the table, his gaze already fixed on her legs.

Valeria smiled slowly. She knew she had us hanging on her mouth.

—Because I can play with four —she said—. I don’t feel overwhelmed. I can choose a mouth, a hand, a cock, switch from one to another, look at their faces. I like it when there are enough of them that I can’t keep up, but not so many that I become just a hole being passed from hand to hand.

I felt myself getting even harder beneath my pants. My hand was already touching the strap of her thong beneath her skirt. Mauro caressed her knee, then the inside of her thigh, moving upward slowly. She parted her legs just a little, a minimal gesture that at a bar table felt like a gigantic indecency.

—So today you want to play —Sergio said.

—Today I want to be part of the disaster —she answered—, not just the prize.

I slipped two fingers inside the fabric, pressing her pussy through the thong. She was hot. Not soaked yet, but awake, sensitive, alive. She turned her head toward me and held my gaze.

—Don’t start if you’re not going to keep going —she whispered.

Twenty minutes later, there was nothing left to talk about. We paid, went outside, and the night welcomed us with those half-empty streets where the noise died down and every touch seemed dirtier. As soon as we turned the corner, Tomás grabbed her waist and kissed her hungrily. She opened her mouth to him at once, thrusting her tongue in eagerly, while I lifted her skirt from behind and Mauro pressed against her from the front to squeeze one of her tits through her blouse.

Valeria let out a small moan against Tomás’s mouth. That sound threw all of us off balance.

The walk became a sequence of hands and mouths. Sergio bit her neck. Mauro slipped his hand under her skirt and now found the wet heat of her crotch. I caressed her ass over her thong, moving it aside just enough to feel one bare cheek. She let us do it, laughing, provoking us, turning to kiss one of us while stretching out a hand to feel the bulge of another.

—Look at you —she said, panting—. All four of you with hard cocks after walking two blocks.

—You’re to blame —I told her against her ear.

—Then make me pay.

We reached Mauro’s car, parked almost at the end of the street beside other dark vehicles and a facade of unlit offices. There was no one in sight. No doorman, no pedestrian, no lit window. That emptiness was permission enough.

We put her with her back against the rear door. Mauro and Sergio unzipped without making any attempt to hide it. I did the same. Tomás pulled her skirt up to her waist and left her thong reduced to a tiny strip buried between her buttocks. The sight hit all of us at once.

—Now we’re talking —she said, looking at our cocks one by one—. Take it all out.

She knelt on the asphalt without anyone asking her to. She started with Mauro, taking his cock into her mouth with an eagerness that always seemed new. She sucked him deep, swallowing until the base nearly pressed into her lips, while she jerked Sergio and me off with her hands. Tomás positioned himself behind her, crouched down, pulled her thong aside to look at her pussy, and ran two fingers over her wet lips.

Valeria moaned with her mouth full. Mauro held her hair in an improvised ponytail and began fucking her mouth with short thrusts. She raised her eyes toward me and gestured with her tongue. I understood immediately: I brought my cock closer, and she took it alongside Mauro’s, opening as wide as she could, slobbering over both of us even though she could barely move her head.

The image was obscene and perfect. Her mouth occupied by two cocks, one hand moving up and down Sergio’s shaft, the other squeezing my balls, Tomás pushing one finger into her pussy and then two, making her moan and spit saliva from the corner of her mouth.

—Look at her —Sergio said in a broken voice—. How she swallows everything, the slut.

She let one of the cocks go, breathing heavily, and answered:

—If you’re going to talk to me like that, fuck me already.

Tomás didn’t wait any longer. He lifted her by the hair firmly, turned her around, and left her bent over the hood. I stood in front of her so she could keep sucking me if she wanted, while he moved her thong aside and slowly fitted his cock against her. Valeria opened her mouth in a hoarse moan when the tip entered her.

—Slowly, asshole... —she murmured—. Then shove the whole thing in.

Tomás obeyed for only two thrusts. By the third, he was penetrating her all the way, gripping her hip and making her body knock against the warm metal of the car. The wet sound of each entry mixed with her breathing. She stretched toward me and swallowed half my cock again, sucking while another man fucked her from behind.

That made me lose my head.

I grabbed her jaw and pulled my cock from her mouth only to spit onto her tongue. Valeria kept her mouth open, receiving the saliva, playing with it for a second before swallowing. Sergio saw the gesture and came closer too, putting two fingers between her lips, smeared with his own spit, before planting another wad directly in her mouth. She accepted it with a smile, dirty and aroused, growing hotter with every shared humiliation.

—That’s how I like it —she said—. Use me, but look at me.

Mauro took her by the neck from one side, not to choke her but to mark his possession, and squeezed her tits through her blouse until he pulled it down enough to expose one breast. He leaned over and bit her nipple while Tomás kept driving into her at an already savage rhythm.

I jerked off in front of her, unable to take my eyes from her face. Her mascara was running, saliva covered her chin, and her expression mixed tenderness with pure depravity. When Tomás pulled out of her pussy, Mauro took his place without pause. He caressed her entrance with the tip and buried himself in her with one thrust.

Valeria screamed, but it was a scream of pleasure.

—Fuck, yes! Like that, like that!

Mauro thrust into her harder than Tomás, drier, more dominant. Every time he pulled out, Valeria’s pussy gleamed and opened, seeking his cock again. Sergio took advantage of the moment to stand in front of her and put his cock in her mouth. Now she was trapped between two rhythms: the deep thrusts from behind and the movements of her throat swallowing in front.

I moved to one side to knead her ass and push a finger into her anus, just the lubricated tip coated with her own fluids. Her entire body shuddered.

—Don’t fuck with me like that if you’re not going to put it in —she said between soft gags and moans.

—You’re next.

—You’d better.

Sergio came first, pulling his cock from her mouth to finish across her lips and chin. Valeria stuck out her tongue and gathered some of his cum before it fell. Mauro didn’t last much longer after seeing that. He pulled out of her pussy and jerked off twice before unloading across one buttock and the small of her back, leaving thick strands over her skin.

She reached a hand behind her, touched the semen, and then sucked two fingers.

—Don’t go getting sentimental on me now —she said—. The best part is still to come.

***

We changed locations when we heard a car turning somewhere in the distance. We didn’t want to stop, only to move a few yards to a darker corner beside an almost empty parking lot. The adrenaline of being right out in the street had already sent us over the edge. Every shadow seemed like a threat and an invitation at the same time.

Valeria walked with her skirt raised and her thong still twisted, her ass stained, her mouth gleaming with semen and saliva. That image, in the middle of a deserted street, was more obscene than complete nudity. Tomás slapped one of her buttocks hard, and she answered with a crooked smile.

—Now I get to choose —she said.

She turned toward me. She had been saving me without saying so, and she knew it.

—You. Against the car.

I grabbed her by the waist and kissed her hungrily. She tasted of saliva, beer, and semen. The filthy flavor made me even harder. I pushed her gently until her back was against another door and slipped my hand under her skirt. She was genuinely soaked. My fingers entered without resistance.

—Look at you —I said against her ear, pulling my hand out so she could see the shine—. Dripping from being out in the street with four men.

—From being with you —she corrected—. Now put it in me.

I lifted one of her legs over my thigh and penetrated her from the front. I entered slowly at first, feeling her pussy open to receive me, tight and very wet. Valeria wrapped both arms around my neck and stared straight at me, panting into my mouth each time I pushed deeper. On one side, Mauro massaged her breasts. On the other, Sergio pinched her already-hard nipples. Tomás positioned himself behind her and spread her buttocks to watch my cock move in and out.

—You swallow it so sweetly —Tomás murmured—. You open up completely, slut.

Valeria bit her lip.

—Then watch closely.

I squeezed her thigh, picked up the pace, and started fucking her with gusto. The wet sound between our hips grew louder. Her head struck lightly against the window with every thrust. She grabbed my face with one hand and kissed me halfway, interrupting only to moan filthy words.

—Don’t stop... harder... let them know even if they can’t see us...

Tomás got behind her and pushed two fingers into her ass while I kept moving inside her pussy. She arched her back and let out a louder moan, the kind that could no longer be controlled. Mauro took the opportunity to put his cock into her mouth from the side, not all of it, just the tip and part of the shaft, enough for her to lick him while I fucked her. It was coordinated chaos: hands, fingers, cock, mouth, moans, and ragged breathing in the middle of the street’s silence.

—I’m going to come —she warned me, trembling—. Don’t pull out. Don’t stop, asshole, don’t stop.

I kept thrusting without breaking eye contact. I felt her squeeze me tighter, felt her pussy pulsing around my cock, felt her legs go weak. She came with a powerful spasm, squeezing the back of my neck and panting my name against my mouth. She didn’t scream; it was something more intimate and more brutal, a succession of contractions that almost made me lose control.

I pulled out just in time not to come inside her. I wanted to see her finish covered again.

Between the three of us, we turned her around and put her on her knees. The asphalt no longer mattered. Valeria opened her mouth of her own accord, stuck out her tongue, and looked at us one by one. She had that expression of a happy slut that always destroyed my mind.

—Come on —she said—. Give me what’s left.

Tomás brought his cock to her first, and she sucked it with rabid eagerness, using her hand at the base, drawing hard, making him moan in less than a minute. Mauro positioned himself to one side so she could jerk him off. Sergio caressed her stained face. I stood directly in front of her, watching her struggle to attend to all of us.

Tomás came across her cheek and into her mouth. Valeria didn’t pull away. She took the load, closing one eye when it landed near her eyelashes, and kept sucking Mauro without wiping anything off. The sight was enough to make him explode too, this time inside her mouth. She swallowed almost all of it and let a little run down her chin.

Sergio came next, jerking off across her face, staining her forehead and neck. Valeria brought her hand to her chest to spread it around without shame. I was last, and I was already at my limit.

I lifted her by the hair, not violently but firmly, and turned her against the car again. I moved her thong aside, saw the dried semen mixed with the fresh on her thighs, and shoved my cock into her all at once. I entered deep, hot, without any preliminary rhythm, driven only by need. She braced her palms against the metal and pushed her ass backward to take every thrust.

—Come wherever you want —she panted—. But do it while you fuck me.

That’s what I did. I grabbed her by the waist and fucked her fast and dirty, her legs already weak from everything that had come before. It didn’t take long. The orgasm rose up my back, and I finished inside her, buried to the hilt, grunting against her neck. I stayed still for a few seconds, emptying myself completely.

When I pulled out, my cum began to trickle down the inside of her thigh. Sergio let out an incredulous laugh. Mauro gave her buttock a gentle slap. Tomás ran his thumb over her mouth, and she sucked it clean.

We stood around her, breathing, still disheveled, still hot. The street remained almost empty, but it no longer seemed the same. We had crossed a simple and brutal line: the one between fucking not only as a group, but with the thrill that anyone might be watching.

Valeria adjusted her clothes as best she could, though she carried evidence of the night on her face, neck, and legs. She looked at us with a satisfied, almost proud gleam.

—Now you understand —she said— why four is a perfect number.

Mauro opened the car and said:

—There’s still more to drink at my apartment.

She smiled, tired and aroused at the same time.

—Then don’t keep me waiting. That was only the first part.

We got into the car with our pulses still racing. No one spoke for the first few minutes. There was no need. The smell of sex, semen, and the street went with us, clinging to our skin and clothes. And I couldn’t stop thinking that this had been her first night seeking that thrill of being seen, of fucking between cars, on the verge of an outsider’s glance turning everything into something even more indecent.

The worst part, or the best, was that we had all liked it far too much.