BEYOND THE BOUNDARIES

College, Smutty, Bi, Three girls, One dude,

I sat out of bounds with my new blonde bestie, Janine.

We were sunning ourselves as best we could in our school uniforms behind Stillwater House. The heritage mansion on the private college school grounds was conveniently closed for restoration and wholly out of bounds.

However, Janine and I needed sunshine, and our short tartan school dresses were up, very high on our thighs, our socks and shoes off, and our top buttons were undone.

Of course, I could see a hint of her regulation white cotton undies, but I don't think it was deliberate. She was cute, and maybe she might get frisky under my touch in my bedroom over the summer.

Still, I didn't know her inclinations with girls or mine.

However, I occasionally fantasised because I wasn't getting much cock recently. The prick of a senior college girl head prefect, Heather Marshal, was enjoying David's cock. My ex-cock.

I had my eyes closed. I was really enjoying the high sun tan on my gorgeous shaved legs when Janine gave me a nudge, pointed and quietly said, "Look, Macey."

I saw what I didn't want to see from our secluded vantage. I noticed that tart Heather Marshall pashing into David by the wall of the old Stillwater stables. The bitch was eating his face, and the bastard, my ex — of only three months — was enjoying it.

I clenched my fists, the pain of being eighteen and a half and being denied regular cock!

Janine's and my eyes couldn't believe it as that trash curly redhead whore, Heather, flipped David's cock out of his school pants and gave it a series of very rapid tugs. Her hand cupped out his balls from his dacks, and she was caressing all his equipment in a very similar way to what I used to do.

Fuck was I jealous.

I was watching the dick that recently filled me; get to attention for probably a lunchtime hand-job.

No, she was on her knees, and he was getting a blow job.

Fuck, the tart could suck.

I mean, she was really sucking David off.

Then I realised, hell, it was the bastard's nineteenth birthday. Was he getting a memorable one, though I realised he would probably get her arse after his party tonight?

I realised I was pressing my thighs together. I had never seen another girl suck a guy off before, apart from the internet. I mean, real is real, and it's compelling and startlingly human, and your randiness meter goes up very quickly.

Though I was surprised at the stifled moan from Janine, who was next to me, that was until I realised the skank had her fingers in her panties, getting herself off.

"Mmm, mmm, mmm," she tried to stifle.

She saw me look between her legs, her hand still in her knickers but not moving.

She wasn't embarrassed, though and with her other hand, grabbed my hand and let it join her fingers inside her panties.

Her hand guided my hand under hers, right into her moist, shaved slit.

Wow, was she warm, wet and slutty.

"Ooh, fuck yeah, that's nice, really nice," she cooed.

"Yeah, sweet Jesus, you are wet, but I'm as wet. Get your fingers in my slit too!"

My fingers feasted within her internal space so quickly.

She moaned," Orrgh yeah, spread me, spread me. So good, so good, ooh yes, like that, like that."

Okay, I had the dirty triple delve in action.

And so did Janine as she poked my slut slit rapidly with three fingers.

"Oh shit, oh fuck! Oh My God! Ooh yes, ooh, yes, ooh," I cried.

We both watched a guy get a head- job in the distance from a tramp while being, well, possibly skankier ourselves.

"Finger my arse," I whispered in her ear, "And can I poke your starfish too!"

Consent was a mutually probing finger in our freckle cracks.

"Oh My God," I mouthed because it was sensational.

"So good, so good, oh my, please don't stop, ooh, ooh, ooh," from Janine.

My blonde bestie ferreted around my soft, fleshy, shaved lips and backdoor like a pro. Then she worked her fingers into the wet space between my crack and gash.

I reciprocated, raking my nail over her jus splashed perineum. Guiding her cunny liquid into her constricted yet throbbing bum hole.

We were two college girls fingering pussy and teasing arses intensely and kissing each other simultaneously.

Hot, hot, hot was all I could think.

Oh, Sweet Mother of Mary, were we working each other up. We were lost in our bodies.

Screw Heather and David and whatever they did next.

Sex is so selfish.

Yeah, that pair had ignited us, but they were forgotten as we finger fucked each other.

"Oorh, yes, faster, faster, you tart, make me cum, make me squirt, you filthy bitch. Ooh yes, ooh yes."

Then I was panting and flushed.

Equally, Janine encouraged my manic fingers.

"Yeah, yeah, like that, Macey, make me cum, make me cum!"

Then, our ears pricked as we heard loud, girly, sex-filled moans. Fuckin' held in the afternoon heat in a delicious vulgarity beyond Janine and me.

"Orrgh, Oorgh, Orrgh, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah!"

Wow, Heather Marshal was racing to Big O territory.

David was getting a birthday present early; like all senior college boys, they can't wait, and they have to have it all now.

Oh, My God, head prefect Heather Marshal, held her schoolgirl's ankles at her white socks, with her white panties on the ground. At the same time, David was doggy, pounding into her sweet cunt.

Yes, I was jealous, sexy arse cheeks.

My ex was dipping his wick deep and drawing out to the edge of her opening, like he used to do with me, driving me insane with pleasure.

Now this bitch was getting it.

I wanted to enjoy Janine, my sweet new blonde bestie, and her cunt and tight crack were charming holes to play with, but I needed cock, especially when I could see one rampantly enjoying itself and not in me.

I suddenly truly loved Janine because she was a trashy slut.

"Oh, screw this, let's fucking join in!"

She grabbed my hand, yanked me up without hesitation or a backward step, and launched us towards a pair of copulating teens.

God, something was going to happen, and whatever it was, it was happening now.

I mean, I thought Heather or David would tell us to fuck off, but they never got the chance.

Janine, minus her knickers, raised Heather's head and gave the head prefect her wet gash to lick while she was dogged.

Janine instructed me, "Rim her arse. Spit on your fucking middle finger and rim her arse!"

I spat on my finger and worked the sensitive indented edge of the head prefect's cute pink arsehole as my ex's pole pounded into her.

David couldn't believe how dirty I was, especially after my other hand cupped his balls as he fucked her.

"Oorh, yes, oorgh, yes, "groaned my ex.

Janine said, "Fuck his balls. Get a finger in his crack."

"Orrgh, yes, oorgh yes, baby, oorgh!" full appreciation from David.

Heather Marshal looked anything but her manicured, perfumed, over-presented self as she got the triple treat of her tender eighteen years.

Pussy for her mouth. A cock between her legs drilling into her sopping slit, repeatedly, and my finger now crooked to the knuckle and toying with her arse to gape it for a dick.

Yeah, I wanted to see the whore ploughed in her backyard.

David needed no urging as he saw Heather's puckered, raw internal pinkness held open by my fingers.

His cock changed slots just like that.

I watched lasciviously as he teased her arseholes tightness.

I wondered if that was how my cute starfish looked when I got his cock.

"Ooh fuck, ooh fuck, ooh, ooh, ooh!" from Heather, obviously an anal virgin.

My God, Janine was trailer trash; she was under Heather, having opened her blouse and was now cupping the head prefect's tits over her bra cups and fondling and sucking her teats, plus spreading her top and pushing her nipples, teat to teat with Heather.

"Mmm, mmm, mmm," moaned the Head Prefect.

Oh, I was no better; I commenced finger fucking the skank in her velvety damp pussy, two, and then a coarse three fingers as David pummelled her arsehole.

"Orrgh shit! Oorgh fuck! Oh God, I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum," she screeched.

The bitch had to cum; she had to cum, because her body was being overworked over.

Boy, did she cum. She yelped and moaned and shrieked with pleasure torrents in the end.

"Ah, ah, Ah, Orrgh, Oorgh, Orrgh!"

Her tits and nipples were over-sensitised by Janine. God, I wanted her to suck and lick my tits like that.

My ex-boyfriend rammed Heather's exposed raw arse intently. He jagged and jammed into her butthole till he groaned in male jizz release.

At the same time, I finger fucked her faster than any frickin cock or dildo or probably her own fingers ever had.

I felt her femcum squelch over my fingers as I hit her g-spot repeatedly. My thumb pressing into her clitty.

David's pecker was out of Heather. My fingers were out of her. Her arse gawped. Her pussy lips wetly spread. Jizz runneled out of her arse. Clear girly liquid was caught at the opening of her sweet, delicate pussy. And spit globs, courtesy of Janine, were hanging like stalactites from her teats, ready to be smeared over her boobs or be licked off her body.

Lick her; as she stood up, Janine did that, first her tits.

Then, OH MY GOD, she was down between Heather's legs cleaning her up, you may say, licking her girly cum and David's jizz, too quickly.

Mmm, here was a tart that I would explore very soon.

However, I did a cleanup of my own, grabbing David's still slightly hard cock and sucking it nicely clean for him.

Yes, as the first warning bell went to end the lunch break at Stillwater College, we all realised we were way out of bounds.

Not the silly school boundaries, so easy to ignore.

We had all crossed the supposedly more problematic, beyond-the-pale sexual boundaries set up by prudish others, those who obviously can't enjoy themselves, because where we had all been was a life full on and life lived.

The four of us would never take a backward step in sex as we all headed unusually happily to an afternoon calculus lesson.

We certainly understood function and definitely knew bodily input for maximum enjoyment output!