Yep, let's break down our favourite trio to their essentials — hot, heated and horny!
"Looks like a breakdown," said Joel to Damien as they pulled into the roadside rest area on the Barrier highway.
A pit stop, a slash in the scrub, a drink and a driver change. But the nearby combi had their attention. The flat inland, monotonous semi-desert road held no interest, and even a dingo and a pair of feral camels were spotted over an hour ago.
It was summer. The guys were going to a true outback Bachelors and Spinsters ball, B & S for short.
Well, an old mate had said you had to come to one of these events before you hit thirty or got hitched.
They were civilised on the surface and could remain so. However, if you were looking for slutty one-off amateur sex. Well, sniff around the back of the venues or have a local mate in the know.
Johnno said he would set the boys up; no worries. Joel and Damien liked the idea of a sure screw.
Still, the empty combi with its engine cavity open, obviously cooling down, held their immediate attention.
Otherwise, a couple of large black glossy crows were picking on the remnants of road kill kangaroo.
There was a sign to some salt flats off to the right through dry scrubby vegetation.
But who the hell wants to look at salt pans?
They are the ulcers of the earth.
"I'll take a slash over in that scrub; I hate these drop toilets," said Damien.
Joel was wandering over to the combi. He needed to stretch his legs after four straight hours at the wheel. He couldn't see a driver or any occupants. Joel took a squiz in the open engine cavity; it was overheated. Where was the driver?
He got extra radiator fluid from his car boot and carefully added the coolant to the van's radiator.
Damien had finished relieving himself when he heard giggling and chuckling female voices from further through the scrub — someone was checking out the salt pans.
The glare hit Damien first before he shaded his eyes.
Small scattered salt pans were like carbuncles on the landscape.
The glare hit again. The exposed salt was so white, crusty, cracked, and parched—uninviting, alien, and dead.
In contrast, the two young women posing in quite outrageous positions and the one taking snaps were vivacious, sexy, and stunningly good-looking.
All three.
The girls were currently at the edge of a pan.
The blonde; was a frickin angel without wings. The brunette was tall but so gorgeously well proportioned, a living Amazon. But it was the redhead: she had that — je ne se quoi — quality.
Pert and cheeky, too, and so sexually loaded. She oozed sassy slut.
Damien stood there, watching, enjoying the unfolding antics of girls who think they are alone.
The redhead had the camera and urged the brunette to flash her tits.
The tall, lithe stunner did, and no bra was under her raised pink T-shirt. God, her breasts were firm, and her nipples pointed.
But Damien was drawn to the angel's exposed tits next to the brunette.
If angels had breasts, this is how our lad imagined them. Creamy cupcakes with stunning cherries. Damien wanted to fondle them, but at a distance, he was rubbing his cock against his groin.
The angel spat on her tits and glossed up her nipples.
Mmm, a girl was better than a spiritual angel — Damien thought — very sensibly.
"Oh, you bitch," said the redhead, "Leave it for later."
Damien didn't want them leaving anything till later.
"One, two, three," said the blonde, then spat on the brunette's tits and started rubbing her saliva around.
Then they added, "That's as long as I can wait, honey."
"Okay, Okay. I got some snaps. We can all get off on them later. Are you ready to go, ladies?" said the sassy girl.
But the athlete and the angel turned away and whispered to each other. The redhead was left a short distance away, holding the camera.
Then, in tandem, the brunette bent over and dropped their shorts — with her long flowing hair and the blonde with her cute ponytail.
Neither had underwear, and they spread their frickin arse cheeks straight at the redhead.
"Yeah, snap this, Chas, honey. This will get us off later, really fast."
The curly red-headed tart was snapping their rear ends repeatedly and doing so much closer as she kept walking towards the pair.
Damien had seen some quality arses over the years but not two at the same time, and both were so frickin smooth and shapely.
Peachy bubble butts, and they both had booty swagger too. They knew that they had desirable arse.
Man, he could see their pinky flaps pouting between their bent forward thighs. Both these girls had to be waxed and shaved, and they were spreading their cute pink balloon knots lewdly for the redhead between their spread fingers, pushing out their bum cheeks.
The sassy chick named Chas had stopped taking photos.
The camera was hanging around her neck, freeing both her hands. Damien couldn't believe how the sure bitch just started anally fingering both girls bending in front of her like it was what you did naturally on an outback salt pan.
Damien was rubbing his erectness through his shorts. God, he was stiff, and his cock was straining in his underwear.
"Fuck me," was all Joel roared; as he saw the ribald lewd action on the salt pan.
Three girls spun around at the sound of a male voice. If they had a love affair with each other regularly, these three liked cocks even more, and a spare pussy was always welcome. They liked bodies; they liked sex. There were two bodies, both male — cock was always welcome and meant instant fun.
The girls displayed their wares like candy in a store window as they faced the boys, who felt they were outside but wanted to be inside.
The blonde had a gash to die for. Delightfully puffy with two pouty deep pink angel flapettes welcoming the cocks present and the attached guys. The brunette had a curvy mound and sleek pleats of glistening crumpled skin. A pussy that demanded attention.
"Fuck me," said Damien.
Chas, the linguist, thought — Guys don't have an extensive vocab when confronting startling sexy arse or smooth shaved pussy.
The redhead knew intuitively that both men would fuck well, but equally, she knew they wouldn't initiate the sex.
Guys always believe they have to angle and work their way into a woman's knickers.
Chas felt hot in the sun but had more sizzling ideas for all the girls' bodies.
Screw flirting today; it was time to fast-forward to the horny foreplay.
She held up the index finger of both her hands and said to the boys: "Come here and have a lick of this."
The blonde and brunette were twittering. But they weren't covering up.
Joel was licking the redhead's left index finger and Damien her right.
"That's it, boys. Lick it. Lick it good; I bet you can taste Beth's and Erica's sweet, sweet arseholes. I know how sweet they can be. Bet you would like to lick them. Well, you can."
Salt pans are bizarre enough in themselves but licking arseholes under the hot sun.
Well, sex presents, and you take it.
Damien wanted the blonde, and right now, he had her arsehole.
Joel didn't care; both chicks were stunning, though the redhead issuing the instructions was hotter than her curled hair.
The blonde and brunette were bending over, holding their ankles. You have to love a flexible young woman who can hold that position and keep holding it.
"Spit boys, a big wad of spit in their arseholes, now."
Both guys spat hard into the gaped hole in front of them.
"Stick your tongue right in their star holes."
Both guys were delving deep with their tongues into their respective heavenly tush.
Burrowing.
Grubbing.
Boring.
Actually—trowelling into arse.
The blonde was moaning softly.
"Ooh, yes, ooh, yes, ooh!"
The brunette was pushing her rump into Joel's face.
"Don't be lazy or slow; get your fingers in there. Can't you see their need," blurted out the sassy chick.
Damien had a finger in the angel's balloon knot.
Wow, was she excited.
He wriggled it around and crooked it deeper, and she was writhing and moaning more.
"Oof, yeah, aah, yeah! Aah, aah, yeah!"
Joel got a finger probing into exquisite tightness.
God, was the tall athlete constricted. Tight but giving, and as he got deeper, he felt her anal muscles contracting — the bitch.
She was delirious with pleasure.
Haa-uuh- hhh!"
Chas, the redhead, upped the action, dropping both guys' pants from behind their bent position, preoccupied with her girlfriend's arseholes. She was tugging cock and licking nut sacks by turn. Licking one cock. Fondling another.
The two guys were groaning.
"Uhngg!"
"Oh, for God's sake, jam a couple more fingers into the moaning bitches," added Chas between mouthfuls of cock and balls.
Then, she was reduced to a slurpy — Gugh, gugh, gugh— as her tonsils were tickled.
Damien wasn't sure and eased in a second finger, but the blonde turned and said like butter wouldn't melt in her mouth: "Three, please."
The lad gave her what she ordered. He was packing her ring with his digits. But her cute crack was very accepting and very pleased.
He was stuffing. She was writhing.
Joel, the dirty bugger, had tried to go straight to three. But man, the brunette was tight, giving but tight.
Tighter than a freeway traffic jam.
He had to work his second finger with spit and even more saliva to achieve the desired three-finger gape.
He got there. He was working the athlete's arsehole with a digging, flexi, spread action; she turned slightly and gave him a devastatingly lewd smile of girly satisfaction.
"Mmm, oh my, mmm- perfect- mmm."
"Oh, jam your dicks up their arses and make them beg," was what Chas added next.
The guys were happy to follow the dominating redhead's call.
Joel was in anal bliss.
The brunette was flexing her arse muscles, adding to the sensational constriction of her tightness.
There is anal sex, and there is butt cracking — par excellence.
This was the latter.
To be so blissfully cock happy in such a dirty tight place defied nature but not a smutty girl's need or a guy's ribald desire.
Beth was moaning sweetly.
"Ah-aah! Ah-aah!"
Erica was panting openly.
"A-rrah! A-rrah!"
Damien couldn't believe how delicious the angel's arsehole was. It was like a private invitation of mounting pleasure for his cock alone. She had a virginal face. Even gaped, her pink ring had a modest quality. But man, oh man, was this blonde do-nut hole sure and balloon knot deft.
She worked cock in her arse to her and the guy's enjoyment.
Squeezing cock in. Squeezing it in somehow into her delicate little pooper, and then her arse was clutching pecker at the edge of her rim before inviting the meat pack back in with an assured building delight.
"Keep going," said Chas, encouraging the boys who didn't need encouraging: "Crack these sluts' corn-holes open."
Sexual enjoyment and lustful delight remained combined.
"Oh, you pricks," said Chas mockingly, "How dare you leave their pussies unattended. Finger fuck, the whores."
Joel and Damien struggled to multitask.
They were happily cock centred, but their fingers quickly found their home, snuggling and stuffed into warm, moist, pliable girly slits.
The girls loved the double flesh attrition. Their pussy wetness attested to that.
"Ah-uh! Ah-uh! Ooh yes! Ah-uh!" paned Beth.
Fugh! Fugh!" from Erica, whose brows beaded with sweat.
"My, my, you sorry bastards, ignoring their pleading clitty's. Come on, give the skanks everything you have. They have given you their fucking arseholes," teasingly from the redhead.
Well, that lifted the intensity.
The blonde nearly fell over in her pulsing clit excitement, but strong hands held her.
"Haa-uuh-aahh!"
The athlete had muscles contracting that Joel didn't realise existed in a woman, and her head and brunette locks swayed wildly around.
"Ah-aah! Ah-aah! Ooo!"
Two cocks remained thrusting and compacted in sensational walls of butt-holding flesh.
Something had to give.
Well, it wasn't the tightness of the two girl's arses.
Chas the bitch started licking the guy's balls in turn, and first Joel and then Damien shot their excited wads off into the puckered sphincters in front of them.
Damien and Joel eased out with happy cocks from the dribbling, winking holes in front of them.
They started to pull up their pants but stopped as the redhead went slurping around the blonde's arse and then the brunette's gape, sucking up both guys' cum into her mouth.
Then sharing a jizz filled kiss with the two girls in a close facial threesome.
It was so hot. So heated that the guy's flaccid cocks nearly bounced back into full action.
They all tidied up and walked back together to the car park.
The conversation revealed the girls were heading to the same outback B & S.
The guys tried to get the girls to promise to meet up, but the lasses were non-committal.
Chas said, "Look, guys, seeya when we seeya."
And the guys accepted that the exceptional is called exceptional for a reason.
The girls were impressed with the guys for fixing their overheated engine.
Beth, the angelic blonde, spontaneously French kissed the guys in turn. Exuberant and sweet.
Joel thought — Why wasn't she the girl living next door to me?
The girls blew the guys extra kisses from their van and motored off up the highway—more sexual opportunism at a B&S beckoning.
"Nicely orchestrated, honey," said Beth to Chas, "My arse is still very happy."
Erica added: "What about yourself, sweetie? Nothing for your needy arse today?"
"Mmm, I can wait," said Chas, "I might pair those two up at the B& S. All for myself, maybe."
And the girls all giggled together.
The guys had a cool drink of water at the roadside stop and shared their thoughts.
"Man, that was unreal, out on a salt pan, unbelievable arse mate, that blonde, so tight," said Damien.
"The same, "said Joel, "that brunette had easily the tightest, most flexible arse I've ever had. Frickin awesome arse."
"But the redhead. I wanted the redhead, too," sighed Damien.
"I know what you mean," added Joel. "Thinks she's in control. She probably is, but she is so sassy, so hot. Would she take two guys on at once?"
"I reckon if you, Johno and I come across her at the B & S, she wouldn't hesitate to work three cocks."
And the guys smirked together.