A young Roadhouse gas station attendant pumps our trio.
Erica noticed the fuel gauge was hovering on the brink of empty.
She was surprised because Bethany never ran on empty. She always needed filler between her legs.
Still, the brunette didn't bother her blonde angelic sweetie, who was taking her turn driving. They motored down the endless kilometres of the barren inland highway with their music blaring and pumping out of their old Combi van speakers.
Erica instead punched some info into their GPS...basically... where the frick was the next Roadhouse...they needed fuel, and who knew, maybe some fresh guys.
Yeah, luckily, it was only ten clicks away. Erica spun her head to see if Chas was awake.
Nope, she concluded and thought: God, that red-headed sassy bitch had fucked herself to her depths last night at the B&S ball.
Still, so had Erica and Beth. They had all wanted to attend an Outback Bachelors and Spinsters.
The truth was B & S meant Beer and Sex. That combination had been the three college graduates' only meaningful agenda during their stay in an outback town. Through the racetrack proved an afternoon surprise!
Chas was napping because she still had a hangover, and — she had truly fucked last night away.
Ten clicks away: roadhouse pump attendant James was bored to the point of counting an ant trail along the skirting wall.
He had the isolated Roadhouse to himself. Only one B Double had refuelled all morning. No bloody caravans were passing, let alone stopping. He was about to re-mop the floor, not because it bloody needed it; it was something to do.
Then, after he had a long smoko break instead, an old Combi put in off the highway.
James initially thought — Goddamn hippies or cheapskate blokes on an outback adventure; I'll have to watch the prats or the shop will be fleeced with their five-finger discounts.
Yes, the combi was old, decrepit, and worse for wear and endless red dust mileage. But its contents were nubile, bubbly and vivacious and suddenly spilling out of the van quicker than jizz in a wet dream.
Oh, the blonde, Beth, with her high ponytail, exiting the driver's side of the Combi van was a frickin light stepping gliding angel in tight little faded blue jean shorts, fully crotch defining and the cutest of pinkest t-shirts barely containing her puffy titties without a bra. Life couldn't get any better for ogling James.
When from around the passenger side, the tall, athletic long haired brunette Erica was so stunning, way out of James's or any males league, but he took in her great thighs with a long stare, her toned body and sweet swaying breasts with visible cock stirring nipples protrusion upward under her classic white singlet top and her short pleated red dress was another element provoking his prick.
His day had gotten better very fast. But then, from behind the brunette, he saw the redhead, Chas, stretching herself in the sunlight. Hitting James's vision like a blinding flash, she was sex in ready movement. Mobile heat. Her mouth completed a yawn, but it looked open for cock. She was about five feet tall. Luckily not jailbait; her dark shorts and a lime t-shirt only accentuated her body. She was too easy to imagine naked.
James was caught in the moment when he hoped beyond hope that sex would occur unexpectedly and rapidly. His fantasy very sordidly flashed through his mind as a foursome in the grotty, dingy ladies' loo. Naked girls and cute boobs, arse and pussy everywhere. He was vague on how to get into the lady's toilet with three young women.
Then he mentally checked himself, as we all do.
Social restraint was in place, even if he was a bit uncomfortable in his jocks as his pecker swelled slightly.
He was going out to do what he routinely did: customer service with a smile, and with three young ladies this attractive, it was going to be bloody easy.
Beth saw the lad, maybe twenty, in his standard, slightly grimy blue work overalls with that uncontainable male appreciation of fine femflesh in his vision approaching the pump, which the van was now stationed next to. Males, in the strawberry blonde's mind, only had one duty. Pleasing her. Bugger the van and petrol; it could wait. She needed refuelling first.
Chas stretched again; she was thinking of a coffee as her very late morning get-up and go. Her head was still rather heavy from last night's drinking binge... then she saw the man package heading their way.
Coffee was forgotten....cock was a way better hangover cure...a mind-blowing orgasm always revitalised her.
Erica knew the guy was about to get more than he could handle and surveyed the Roadhouse precinct for other people.
Nothing: only a couple of sun-dozed crows.
Anybody present would have been included if the attendant had had a dad, a mechanic or a mate. The three delights were always inclusive when it came to sex.
"Fill her up, I suppose," said James, about to grab the fuel hose.
"Mmmh...Mmm...Yeah ...use this hose," said Beth expertly, flicking out the young guy's cock through his, in a flash, opened zipper.
"Orrgh ...Wow...Yeah...Oh My God...Yeah ...Yeah Baby...Suck it...Suck It."
James didn't need to give the blonde any instructions. She was a cock goddess.
Yeah, she knew how to bob her head about which guys really liked, especially as her ponytail whished too. She had his cock's helmet under her complete control. The ridge of his pecker's head pursed between her soft, enclosing lips. The expert angelic tartlette could lick with both the back and front of her tongue.
Wow, was she having fun! James was enjoying sensational cock handling. Her head went from side to side, somehow allowing her tongue to operate like a flesh corkscrew. James had to concentrate not to lose his load in immediate pleasure.
The other two young women had his overalls down and singlet off. The redhead was licking his nipples, which was surprisingly pleasurable. Still, the unexpected was the stunning brunette who astounded him when she rimmed his arsehole with a protracted slender finger and a delicious long nail.
Beth was working the lad's whole cock shaft...ball deep...amazing skills for such a petite mouth. A champion in action. But when she just licked his cock and kissed his balls, it was heaven.
Then heaven became paradise as the redhead was down with her blonde friend sucking his balls while the ponytailed lass worked his cock head and shaft fast in her gob. The brunette had her long tongue in his arsehole. James was sure he was going to blow it. It was all too amazing, beyond any fantasy he could have imagined.
A guy always imagines that he would be in control of a bevy of beautiful women...if it ever occurred...but the truth is that female hegemony prevails in group sex. It's not just a numbers game — pussy and starfish have maximum ribald clout.
There was no time to pick which girl to fuck... he had immediately liked the angel with the ponytail as soon as he saw her. He had liked the brunette athlete as her tits bounced up, and he was drawn to the redhead's open mouth like a sweet sticky lollypop is.
Oh, heaven on earth: choice...he didn't have to make it...he got it all.
The pleasure exchange got underway. These girls knew how to share. James' overalls gave his head a slight cushion against the concrete driveway of the station. He was on his back. He couldn't see a bloody thing, but boy, could he feel all the right things happening with his body. The redhead was sitting right over his face. God, she had pussy flaps to die for. Dangly and designed for play and sucking. James got his tongue burrowing into the writhing tart's needy, moist hole.
"Aah! Aah! Aah!"
Chas was fast losing her hangover daze in enjoyable pussy licking. Yeah, she was alert and awake now, and boy, was Beth screwing the life out of the guy. You'd think the slut hadn't had cock for weeks...yet she had had two last night behind the van!
Beth was squatting over the guy's dick, riding it. The long drive down the mindless highway had been well worth it. She was squeezing cock with her pussy muscles.
Her quick, happy wetness didn't surprise her; it was herself, and she felt great.
"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" in her rising acapella.
With her ponytail swishing, she embraced the swelling feeling of her inner space.
She was cock complete, in short.
Cock dominated in her lustful sequence of movements...pecker manipulated in the sense of unassailable bodily pleasure.
A perfect cock and pussy exchange was underway. This pair had the fuelled lust vibe.
How many intense separate vibes can you have, though, at once?
The redhead's pussy slid over his face and was tracked with his tongue. Well, it defined: dream sex.
The brunette guided his finger, then another finger, into her arsehole at his side. Oh, sweet Jesus. He was their plaything...a guy reduced to component parts...cock...tongue...fingers...but James didn't fuckin care. He had three women who wanted control, and he was with three gorgeous young girls.
Still, the swap surprised him. He would have creamed the blonde angel's cunt. Though he realised momentarily angels weren't supposed to have a pussy. Here were the exceptions to the rule. This one, though, wouldn't be wasted in heaven or on earth. The blonde was a male pleasure machine.
The brunette wanted a turn and eased herself onto his cock, working it carefully into her tight constriction, even though his fingers had loosened her crack a bit.
"Oh God," he managed before he was reduced to delirious groans.
Her arse was sheathing his cock like a vice. She was anal bliss, and the redhead had now propped his head so he could see his dick miraculously fitting into the athlete's super accommodating butthole.
The vision splendid of his life to date.
Yeah, Erica had an arse you would never forget.
Unforgettable if you saw your own pecker filling it.
She was a back door specialist.
An anal princess.
Erica made butt fucking stylish.
Beth had disappeared from his view, but James balls knew where the angel was.
Oh, fuck, she was good. His nut sack was licked with copious spitty wetness—slurpy silky skin delight.
Chas could see Erica's arse was going to burst the lad's balls...it was too obvious.
She sighed: there just wasn't enough cock at this roadhouse to go around. She was enjoying watching Erica's tight happy arse work a cock like a cock should be worked. Her fingers went to her private play area until Beth saw her friend getting herself off and went to her aid.
James could suddenly see the blonde licking out the redhead in anything but angelic fashion.
Man, was the lass with the ponytail a slut when it came to another girl's pussy. She had three fingers in the redhead. James could hear the moisture squelching out of the redhead's flappy lips and saw flecks of fem cum splashing.
And the way the blonde fingered a clitty ...the only outcome was a climax, and boy was the redhead moaning.
"Aa-aahh! Ooo-ooo!"
James groaned louder as he manically pumped the brunette's arse.
He was going to fill her...he needed to fill her...he craved the ball bursting release.
The deeper, the better, and boy, was he deep in her beautiful surrounding secure crack.
Naked bodies know what to do.
Youthful hips were grinding, torsos joined a swathe of growing sexual tension, and the brunette's upper body arched skywards.
James' thighs tensed, her arse somehow squeezed his cock even tighter, the lad was energised for rapid thrusting pumping...they had each other's body at the moment...they could ask or needed no more...as they both climaxed...full of the urgency of mating and dominated by lovely butt fucking.
Chas's hangover cleared in a sweet, tingly orgasm.
Beth was coochie satisfied and happy for her friend.
Erica's arse was dribbling cum, but she still looked divine.
The bitch could be anal-ysed, frickin sodomised, regularly buggered: yet still look like the unobtainable girl next door. The pin-up athlete —she was too fit — she could go round after sexual round — non-stop!
She popped her cornhole over his face, winking his cum at him.
Erica loved the back door injection, her starfish polished, her tailpipe humming.
James was male-buggered...cock wasted...near frickin exhausted.
Beth realised what she needed to do next and filled the van's tank herself. Chas went inside and made them all a coffee in the roadhouse without worrying about asking James.
Christ, they all needed a drink — hot sex is sweaty, filthy work.
They had let Erica go with James to the guy's loo to tidy up — well, her arse had been subject to jizz overflow.
The van was filled up.
The coffees were ready.
Beth idly drummed her fingers on the counter.
Chas tried for a minute to count a line of little red ants filing along the skirting board.
Beth and Chas looked at each other.
Their response near synchronised: "The bitch", they both mouthed loudly.
And off they headed to share in the re-pumping of James.