COLLEGE CROSS- COUNTRY

Sluts times three, outdoors, young and old,

The school Cross-Country was a cvnt of a day.

It was cold and overcast.

It is a winter-term sporting event. Showers were forecast. I had drawn the woodland checkpoint: strandedville.

The furthest from Our Immaculate Ladies College. I was deep in the reserve behind the school. I suppose it was my reputation for having an eagle eye that got me the sod of a spot—the worst checkpoint known to man. Cold and exposed at the bend on the gravel fire track leading back to school. I knew without being told that as a senior staff member, I was to make sure none of the year twelve lasses stopped for a smoke where the scrub was denser near my checkpoint.

I was rugged up. Beanie, heavy japara and solid boots, in the event the ground slushed up. There was still a crunch of morning frost on the shaded earth as I reached the checkpoint through a permitter track, with my vehicle parked a short walk away.

There was a bit of fog hanging. The smokers would like that, but it was likely to clear before they hit the five-k course.

Mmm, that would test their young bodies.

Boy, would I like to test their nubile bodies, too.

For a moment, I did the naughty mental strip of those exceptional senior bodies…any college with a cohort of several hundred will have a few naturally: the handful of sexy tarts that exude sluttishness.

Miranda Hull was a natural blonde with a goddam sensational chest rack. Penny Stewart, yeah, a peroxide blonde and bff of Miranda, but hourglass divine and stunningly hot and slinky. Hannah Morris, a brunette, completed the group, her hair always in a high ponytail, her arse so pert, you wanted to yank her hair and jab her crack at the same time.

All three of them already knew their bodies were designed for sex…as much sex as they could get.

School uniforms barely contained the curves of their randy bodies. Yes, they were all eighteen, and yet they were not considered adults in a college environment but out of school at the city discos: they were all lush fetching sluts.

The word promiscuous is so full of promise for a middle-aged guy like me eyeing them from a distance in a tight, packed nightclub.

I knew the serious runners would be through the checkpoint in good time—those aiming to compete in the Inter-Schools or already harriers with a club. I had a stamp for the back of the girl's hands because otherwise, the slackers, rather than calling them cheaters, would take the shortcut through the woods, taking a good eight hundred metres of the entire course.

It was brisk; I was moving around to stay warm.

The lead middle school runners caught me mid fantasying about being somehow in the girl's shower bays when the seniors finished…only the bevy of wanton trollops: Miranda, Hannah, and Penny left soaping and soft lezzo teasing each other's titties in a nice steamy drench of haze as I sauntered towards them with the most enormous hard-on they have ever seen…

I stamp the serious runners —focused and sweaty —their jogger's mud dappled and flecks in tacky brown, splotched splats on school dark shorts and up the backs of their obligatory house colour: Red, Green and Blue T-shirts.

There was a brief gap between the serious competitive club runners and the fit try-hards. Then, a gap to the main bunch —pacing the event, they will finish it and be satisfied with personnel bests.

The lead seniors also went through the checkpoint hard and determined. Donna Schofield is fast, very bright, the undisputed valedictorian in the making, and a future surgeon that my heart may need one day.

A lovely girl for a nice guy, but I don't look twice at her.

I'm a letch like all ageing males: pre-programmed for big hooters, jogger swaying in tight T-shirts and lovely bums, flexed out in a moving stride, and V-shaped camel toes, held in tight black gym shorts, moving towards you with a gentle pace.

Hot on Donna's muddy heels was a freckle-faced Nicole Jones: cute, homely, no butt definition for eighteen.

The straggling juniors were through my checkpoint, stopping for their stamps.

Glad— for a rest.

I urged them on.

I need a hot coffee. I need the staffroom. It was damp still. The sun was not getting into the shaded areas, and the sky looked grey-clouded like rain.

Thank god I had stamped the senior pack — only the expected brat-pack smoker stragglers to see through.

No Hannah, Miranda or Penny yet.

I wanted my seedy eye full of arse, hooters and flouncy sassy ponytail.

My reward for strandedville would be a glimpse of swaying approaching tit and passing arse.

Ah, it would have to be enough!

The sun was finally peeking through the clouds, and a few shards of warmth were hitting the lower bush.

I checked my watch. 

Holy Christ!

Those three bitches were slow.

The last three on the course.

I was about to wander along the route to sniff them out.

Yeah, sniff them — my mind takes a so easy dirty devious detour to their collective pussies: this time, I'm in the girl's change rooms: the coquettes removing their sweaty cross-country panties for me to sniff.

Three pairs thrust in my face, but I can differentiate each girl's sexual scent: then they are all in a row, letting me sniff their cunts and lick their arse cracks: so I can tell and remember the difference.

Fantasy faded quicker than the remaining misty clumps as Miranda Hull and Penny Stewart jogged slow-mo into view. Hannah, for a moment, was obscured by them.

Then, as the track widened, they were side by side.

God, the tit bounce on the trio.

It created a full-on contact sport against their bodies. They must have all been so tit aware. Gravity-defying melons thumping across their chests. Sports bras, thankfully, frickin useless in all their cases.

Fuck — the elasticity of their chest skin. We are talking inches of divine movement here. Too young to chafe, I hoped. I was nearly fixated on their natural jiggle—Appreciative of the laws of physics applied to nubile hooters.

Strategic shafts of sunlight gave their free-flowing hair that angelic halo effect.

Their red house colour T-shirt stretched tight over their curves, and their black gym shorts were even tighter. I didn't even have to wonder about the shape of their camel toes, they were there, getting closer by the second.

There was a completely sudden, unexpected, and drenching downpour.

As they got to me, the three seniors were soaking wet. All their nipples were so pointed under soggy wet tops like iced water had been poured liberally on their chests. The full definition of their gorgeous tits and firm budettes had me caught fully perving like it was a wet T-shirt competition I was judging.

Their hair was matted over their faces.

Even basic exercise still had them glowing warm, but they would get cold quickly if they stopped too long in this driving rain.

They held their hands out for the stamp. I applied them one by one.

Slender, elegant fingers, I wanted them in my mouth, around my cock and imagined them playing in their own pussies.

"Sir…Sir…we can't run back to school in this…can you take us back," said Miranda, batting her eyelids — so attractive.

The girlfriends knew my vehicle was near the checkpoint.

"Please …Please, Sir", chimed in Penny, getting nearly near enough for her tits to brush my arm.

Oh, so close.

Not to be left out, Hannah added: "Oh, we know you like us, Sir…we are your favourite girls."

The bitch: I wanted her arse to be a favourite with my pecker right there and then.

The slight shiver of Penny had me in responsible teacher mode again.

I said: "Okay…you need to dry off…I've a couple of emergency towels in the back of my station wagon …let's go."

Stupidly, I led the way instead of following their gorgeous, pert arses.

The sun had some warmth out of the bush tracks as the rain stopped.

I took off my coat and beanie. I opened the hatch at the back of the wagon and grabbed a towel: just the one.

Crap!

Three divided by one!

I tossed Miranda the towel, open palmed, hands spread, and said," Share." 

They all looked like they needed a warm rub and getting those wet T-shirts off.

I said, "Dry off as best you can— I'll rummage around in my gear— some rugby tops somewhere!"

I was leaning right in the vehicle. I was rapidly concentrating on turning through stuff, knowing there was a top or two hidden.

I located a pair of rugby tops and a checked shirt, pulled them out, and turned around:

The three tarts saw me gawking but didn't stop —they were sharing the towel alright…topless…topless…topless.

I wanted to be the fawn-coloured towel.

It was rubbing titty, young, freshly rubbed glowing skin, mounds of tits getting a sensational insider job.

Girl-on-girl massaging of marshmallow-soft creamy titties with cute little cherry-like nipples.

Three girls so frickin teat hard.

Not to mention the allure of high-cut, sexy knickers.

Black on Miranda.

White shaping Penny

And friggin boner building, skin tone — melting into Hannah's puffy V.

Their house T-shirts, sports bras and gym shorts neatly hung on a nearby fence line.

"We need help, Sir," said the whorette Penny, and there I was, surrounded by three topless tartlets at the end of a bush access track.

The rugby tops and shirt — dropped.

"Sir, warm my nipples," said Miranda cupping her breasts and inviting my mouth to suck her rigid teats by turn.

Supple, sensational, springy — so frickin amazing.

My mouth confronted a personal buffet of girly melons.

Penny and Hannah crowded into me for their turn with their nipples, begging to be licked.

Paradise was real.

I was aware of it in girly nipple texture and shape. The subtle flex of Penny's longish teats, she was murmur sensitive to my pursed sucking attention. Hannah's stunning areola got my circling tongue tip. My splayed hands worked her mounds together, pressing, pressuring her softness, making her breasts touch.

Then I was lapping her nipples.

She really liked that.

"Ooh, yes Sir, ooh, yes Sir, Ooh, ooh, yes!"

Then back to Miranda with the gentlest of nibbles.

My teeth holding her nipples, in turn, out from her body.

She gave a pitched caw like a bush bird.

"Raah, aah, raah, ahh!"

So happy as I combined pleasure with a hint of subtle sensual smarting.

 I had to pinch both her teats at the same time then.

She sighed with bittersweet joy.

"Ooh, oww, ooh, oww!"

She gave me the: you dirty sod look — but she demanded more as her eyes engaged her girlfriends and her mouth shared their tongues.

I held her nipples longer till they were engorged.

Tugging them both out from her stunning body — then I released them slowly —she yelped ecstatically.

"Oof, my, oh my, oof!"

Even louder was ecstatic me — "Oh My God…Yes…Yes…Orrgh…you bitches…more….Orrgh…Orrgh " as they descended in a pack to my trousers.

Dropping my dacks, my boxers joined my pants at my ankles, and three sluts were taking a genuine interest in pleasuring my cock — together.

Hands and mouths combined like they knew how to share a pecker.

Miranda's fingers ran from the underside of my dick to the head. Penny massaged my balls first with her fingers, then her circulating tongue. Hannah was sucking my cock tip. My tip was just in her mouth, and her tongue was doing dirty, sensational circular movements to over-arouse me.

"Oh Yes…You bitch…do that again."

Somehow, Penny had both my balls in her mouth — lapping perfectly.

Miranda then jerked my cock —wonderfully jerked my cock —so pleasurable.

My dick— iron-bar hard.

Then they let Hannah deep-throat me.

I watched, amazed, as my cock slowly disappeared in her wonderful gob: inch by inch, without a gag.

Somehow Miranda was licking my arse and Penny my nipples, and I was in male wonderland — cock and body bliss.

Hannah was a blow job, princess.

Something had to give, and it was their bodies, and they were given in unadulterated lush lust.

They knew what they had individually and collectively, and they were sharers.

I loved sharing.

I mean, I usually got to share my wife's still fine body a couple of times a week — but three girls —all open-legged, perched on the back edge of a station wagon.

"Remove our panties…please, Sir," from Miranda.

Of course, I was going to remove or tug aside their knickers or even frenzy rip the fabric, denying me their delectable hidden pussies.

So little of the man-made or natural fibre hiding their full womanly bits.

Yes, they were only eighteen, but they knew what they were doing: this bevy of cross-cuntry sluts.

They were all wriggling their legs about in the air.

Spreading and pouting their still unexposed sexual selves.

They were ready for my tongue and my fingers, and my cock.

Where to start…Miranda…Penny or Hannah?

I confronted the impossible choice — pussy galore.

They came to my aid collectively: Hannah telling me: "Watch and wait, Sir."

Left to right: Miranda, then Penny and finally Hannah removed their knickers.

Profuse, fleshy, girly wonder bits greeted my greedy eyes.

Miranda knew how to peel her panties for maximum attention.

Yeah, a true blonde with a trimmed blonde mound, her pussy flaps resting on each other.

Penny, the peroxide blonde, removed her white panties quickly, a smooth shaved slit beckoning. She knew her primary asset with guys.

Hannah the bitch turned around, standing at the back of my car, easing down her flesh-toned, high-cut knickers.

Her arse, her arse, it was a perfect arse.

She did the booty wiggle and jiggle, followed by the rear cheek spread and out popped her slim line pink pair of labia and her winking rose-rilled starfish.

I was already determined to take her arse. I loved her trimmed brunette pubes above her clit hood.

"Lick my arse," said Hannah.

Well, I licked her arse.

I knew what a good tongue in the hole could do.

My wife loved it.

I was going to give this slut the arse licking of her tender years as Miranda and Penny kissed each other.

I couldn't work on three tarts at once.

I licked Hannah's rim—an instant turn-on for me and real fun for her.

"Mmm, mmm, mmm," she encouraged, where no encouragement was required.

I held her cheeks close together, so I could burrow into her arse with my tongue tip. Intensifying the pleasure with focussed pressure.

She was moaning.

"Arr, aah, arr!"

Next, I spread her arse cheeks to tease her arsehole fully.

She loved my tongue.

I wanted her to realise how much her butthole needed my tongue.

I licked, sucked and nibbled at her butt cheeks. My tongue was everywhere except where she craved it: right in the hole.

She was relaxing, and my tongue now went into her crack deeper than before.

Oh fuck she went wild with the pleasure.

"Orrhh, Uugh, Ooohh!"

I did the big, wide, wet tongue slide pucker circles.

She was clawing and tugging my hair with her hands.

She was pushing her butt into my tongue.

She started begging for more.

"Uuggh, deeper you bastard, Uugghh, deeper you sod, Uugghh deeper you prick!'

Of course, I gave her more.

Generous bigger, wider filthy wet, slurpy tongue tip circles of action around and around her sensitive anus.

It was arse pig out time.

My tongue as my snout literally in her arsehole trough.

It was deep burial tongue time, and she moaned and groaned and whimpered and yelped till she collapsed forward.

"Arr, arrr, aarrhh!"

As my head rose, I ogled; Miranda and Penny were petting each other's pussies while kissing: male eye-popping bisexual exploration.

I urged Penny to kiss Hannah.

I desired Miranda next.

Yeah, I was right, girl play was fun for her, but she was cock addicted.

Miranda raised her legs wide on the flat tray: the combination of being fully naked and sexually provocative and playfully available was all there.

Her pussy was absolutely cock ready.

I eased into her so easily. She was super wet—a viscous pecker invitation of warm silky wrapping cunny flesh.

Perfect pussy.

Cock bound delight.

Thrusting pleasure.

Eye-to-eye, frenzied sexual connection.

Joint happy bodies working for a common individual cause: orgasm.

I was fixated on her surrounding pussy flesh. My cock was so happy. Sliding in and out. Quick, then slow. Driving, then tender nudges, followed by forceful intent on giving her dick: hard and deep and then rapid rigid cock taking thrusts which demanded everything from her pussy for my dicks pleasure.

I remembered Hannah's arse.

I wanted her arse.

I had to temper my pleasure, hold it, and share it.

Hell, I wanted all their arses and their pussies too.

I started to tease Miranda's now easily exposed clitty, while I eased my cock head around her arsehole, relaxing her.

She was a slut, and my rigid head was relaxing her sensitive pink starfish.

I eased into her constriction, fuck she was tight, really tight. I only got in about an inch, and this was from the normally easy front-on-back crack wide flex access.

I was about to give up when her arsehole magically hit that relaxed stage.

Her constriction gave…it gave…it gave.

There was this delicious space for my cock to ease deep into her arse and held in a vice-like grip by Miranda's rim…absa-fucking-lutley sensational.

I could have creamed her. It felt that good.

Burrowing and burrowing. I kept bloody arsehole burrowing. Her arsehole was a cock keeper. Once in it, it was like I was caught in a skin-hugging man- trap.

Perfect constriction. I didn't want to be released.

Her fingers and mine were together around her clit.

She buckled in pleasure as her arse and clit gave her a defining life moment.

"Raa, uugh, uugghh, orrgh!"

"Please, Sir," it was Penny with sex expectant goo-goo eyes.

How could I resist?

I couldn't.

My cock was on mission triple pussy and buttfuck: if I could go the distance.

Hell, I wasn't going to stop trying.

"Hannah lick Miranda's arse."

Well, it was the first idea that came into my mind; Hannah seemed happy with it and nestled into her girlfriend.

Penny's slit was purry divine, cock locking and cock demanding.

She loved to push back with her body and her tight pussy. Her body hunched up, her legs spread eagled on my car's back tray.

Her pussy was tighter than Miranda's but rewarding in its own way.

Unique and special, Penny had the pussy clench. The internal tone that drives a cock to manic thrusting. A delirium of pleasure intent on ball-bursting release. I massaged her clit under her hood.

Hell, I had her arse to get to and Hannah's holes still.

I pumped and pumped Penny's pussy, thinking, hell, I'm gonna cream her

But my mind was helping my dick.

My dirty mind wanted to sample the lot.

I held my spurt, got my cock's second wind, and knew it would be a while before I shot my load now.

It would take something special to get it out, but I was surrounded by exceptional, special bodies.

"My arse Sir," said Penny between her continual panting moans.

She had the willpower to ease off my cock from her glistening pussy and present her arse to me from behind.

When a girl just puts her arsehole out there for you —it's amazing —imagine it — well, I didn't have to imagine it —her arse was there—puckered and waiting.

Her head forward, inside the wagon's boot.

While her feet were firmly wide planted in her joggers, the line of her body bent over for maximum peachy butt spread. Her puckered hole was like a pink bull's eye target —waiting for a spearing dart.

My tongue tip speared into her balloon knot.

Some arses just look sweet. All femarse is a male treat.

Penny's butt crack actually was sweet—the sweetest-tasting butt of my life. The trash college whorette loved butt play too. I gave her my middle finger, then two fingers, cramming and spreading her secondary hole, which was now our combined primary focus.

"Uugh, yes, poke deeper, uugh yes, gape me wider, uugghh, oh yes, twist those fuckin' filthy fingers!"

Her arsehole took my cock so easily.

She had the relaxed skill.

I got her up and urged her to hold the side of the car, and I pummelled her arse between her now tight butt cheeks.

Her tits were swinging and jiggling.

Fine butt fucking. Nothing more. Nothing less. Beautiful arse: all mine.

And she effusively shared her enjoyment with herself, her friends, and me.

"Aagghh, pound me, aaagghh, so good, aaagghh, aaagghh!"

I caught Hannah from the corner of my eye, still licking Miranda's butt.

God, I was in a college butt, yet I still wanted one arse more.

I rammed Penny's anal tightness, my hips and pelvic thrust focussed on my cock's intense pleasure in her arse jagging, really pushing strong and quick, in and out of her gripping accommodating back passage.

I had to indecently pummel her butt cavity till she was breathless with pleasure.

Then, I withdrew.

"Oh, Penny, play with Miranda's tits," I know it wasn't original, but it had to do.

Hannah's sex centre pieces filled my central vision.

I was grasping in my mind for some calculated, crafted male foreplay touch to ignite this sassy bitch under my cock's sway.

I was overthinking it as I fondled her tits and kissed her neck, and licked inside her indented navel.

"Screw the slow-play linger romance crap, Sir," as Hannah sat me on the edge of the flat tray and mounted me.

Tart expert, guiding my hardness into her sleek manipulating pussy warmth.

Oh man, did she have a divine cunt.

I grunted, " Ooh, fuck, your pussy is cushy, aah, raah, aah!"

I had had that bastard thought: save the best till last.

No, they were all young and awesome — inimitable — deserving of my cock at the same time.

Hell, I wanted to be cloned with a spare and in control of three dicks sensations all at once —sexual greed — beyond the pale.

I couldn't compare them.

I was in a sexual instance with Hannah.

A cock and pussy moment.

She was the lass drenching my cock in girly fluids.

Silky cunny, squeezy gliding and cock grasping together.

Her pussy was happily in control of my pecker.

Up, down, hump and grind. She was in a natural movement zone. Her pussy pleasuring for her pleasure equally.

She eased her lithe body off me.

She had me back in the wagon space. Her body reversed over mine.

So flexible, as she gave me her arse, reverse cowgirl.

It allowed me the rapturous pleasure of seeing my cock fill her pink tight crack. Indenting her crack in and then pulling her arsehole out. Repeatedly.

"Uuggh, Uuggh!" was my appreciation.

"Orrgh, Oorgh," her pitched reply.

I had dick access to her slutty personal rear pleasure generator.

What an arse.

Her butthole was intent on milking my cock as a cock should be milked in an arse.

I was in groan heaven.

"Ugh, Ugh, Ugh."

Hannah had the management and direction of my pecker's satisfaction. My mind was lost in cock arsehole paradise.

The seconds of complete individual, combined and moment-binding pleasure hit the both of us: she was screeching in pleasure.

"Awh, Awwh, Awwhh," near crow caw piercing.

I was delirious, groaning.

"Hu, hu, hu, hu," like a panting rutting dog.

Three girls then guided me up and off the car tray.

"Jizz us all, Sir": they were all like an acapella chorus in a choir.

Sweet, angelic-looking eyes.

So youthfully innocent.

Yet all gorgeous slut whores with their twin holes between their legs.

And now their gorgeous bodies were mine to spray.

Did I have a load to share?

Enough for three cum princess trollops?

Spasms of cum happily flew from my pecker across their flushed cheeks and expectant tongues, and wide receiving mouths.

Miranda twirled jizz on her tongue tip.

Penny licked pearl drops from her boobs.

Hannah swirled man gravy in her mouth.

The girls' T-shirts and bras were dry enough, but I made them take the rugby tops and the shirt instead.

Their knickers and gym shorts were back in place.

Everything looked passable for getting back to school though their tits were bouncy and jiggling under the braless sexy girls in boys' clothing look.

I was getting re-aroused.

These three were perpetually sexually active.

They were whispering, twittering to each other.

"Sir…ring the college office on your mobile, say we were wet through, and you are taking us home," said Miranda.

"Sure," I said.

I made the call in teacher mode. Yes, I believed they wanted to go home.

I'd take them home.

Demure and chaperoned, they filled the back seat.

"My place first," said Hannah.

It all sounded au fait legit to me.

Of course, it wasn't.

Hannah's parents were interstate, and our pleasure morning took another wild turn with four bodies hitting her spa.