There was a rare energy everywhere this particular night. It was in the reverberating cylinders of Jarryn’s supped up i*****lly modified car. Copiously coarse get up and go in the snide loads of crass nonsense flowing from the bucks mouths in the car between swigging constant tops up of alcohol from the generous supply of stubbies squeezed somehow on the back seat, along with Fallon; who was hemmed in indecently happy between burly Jackson and hefty Will. Lust was fully charged in a bareback obscene way given the lack of condoms between the four mates in the Holden; each secretly hopeful with ‘dating’ Fallon’s arse tonight. The smutty vigour was even more promiscuously pernicious in the hardcore approach Fallon herself was shaping to how this encounter would unfold before it got even beyond her control. There was way too much pent up, hurtling, kamikaze; raw sexuality in the vehicle. The youthful male and female hormonal mêlée of the ages was raging through the interior of the car quicker than the actual momentum of the external vehicle and that was actually dangerously fast.

Unknown to the five occupants of the Holden there was also a battle too in the night sky which mysteriously would compound the energy of all their bodies under the looming high arched bridge. The steel spans locked in a tight formation but not as compact as bodies would be in the moment of the traversing crossover of genital delight. The transfer of pleasure between locked, pressed and copulating anatomy. Above the bridge the earth's ionosphere was fighting to repel an onslaught of unrefined energy shot at the planet from the sun. The sights would unfold as the spectacular Aurora Australis. Fallon’s pussy and cute tight arsehole would be equally impressive in their universal awesomeness in their splayed beauty across the back seat, the front seat and the bonnet; in direct competition with the heavens.

As two separate hands started to rub her inner thighs, big Jackson on her left and muscle hunk Will on her right, it flashed through Fallon’s mind how this had all started:

I was at the taxi stand after music tuition. No taxi but I was feeling fine...I’d had it off with my randy old tutor, his son and his gorgeous niece...Gabby’s body fixed in my mind for next week.

God who should cruise past...Jarryn...my fuckbuddy from after school today... and his car full of the boys...cruising... For what? Extra pussy... The cheating bastard.

The car did the obligatory donut and circled back and stopped on the rank:
Jarryn leaned over his front passenger, his best Cody and through the window, he said to me:
“Fallon come cruising” with cock pleading eyes.

What sort of girl did he think I was...a gangbang under the bridge slut?

He repeated it; as I hadn’t responded: “Fallon...orh Fallon... come cruisin’ “A dirty boy who needed girl candy.

I was thinking: though whether with my pussy or my head; I still don’t know.

The back door of the Holden V8 was thrown open. There were four guys in the car...would I get on the back seat between two of Jarryn’s mates...the pricks Jackson and Will, made a space for me...I still hesitated.

I will...I won’t... Screw you Jarryn. I’m not that slutty ...four guys...four guys...Oh for god’s sake girl... have a limit.

Then: What are limits for?

Jarryn was revving... here were revved up boys looking for slutty girls... girls plural.

There was only me... could I handle this...then I thought: Life needs one memorable big bang just like the frickin universe. And I clambered squeezed between two the guys on the back seat.

Jarryn revved off; making for the hot spot under the bridge.

The driver spun to a wheelie sk** through the loose gravel deliberately in the darkest part of the bay-side parking zone. Filth needs darkness, insists on murkiness, and craves the shadows for its most pleasurable misdeeds.

Cody the letch turned to see how far Jackson and Will had got the action moving on the back seat. The pair were already feeling up Fallon before the car came to jerky halt. Jagging thick fingers were wresting her wet pussy lips apart under her panties. Her thin yellow dress, so summery flimsy was flopped around her waist. Her tits were already being groped over the cups of her bra.

Fallon needed space. The attention to her body, well she couldn’t get enough, but the trampette needed legroom and the back seat wasn’t providing it with two huge guys.

Jarryn, the prick wanted to be sucked off and he had dibs, Fallon was after all, he believed, his chick, well as much as any guy can hope to say so, with a nympho. He leered in the rear vision mirror, his woman was nicely aroused.

“Guys have a drink, Fallon come here, sweetie, please”, knowing who was really calling the shots here, well at least momentarily.

Fallon scrambled over Will and out the door. The driver’s door was open and so was Jarryn’s zip. His erect cock was being self orchestrated for action like a gear stick. Fallon loved a big knob and Jarryn had one. She bent over her current favorite fuck buddy and gave head. Warm, enveloping, sucky, salvia drenched head. Slurping along his shaft. Licking under his glans. Sucking his balls in turn. And Jarryn was lost in the cock wonder of deep throat magic. Cody the pervert was watching in awe as Fallon delivered cock happiness. The poor bastard wished he had a girl who could suck his dick like this.

Jarryn heard Cody groan, louder that his own precum moans and said in a generous mood; “Finger her arse mate while she sucks me off, she’ll appreciate it.”

Cody was around the car from the front passenger seat as quick as his first jizz explosion at seeing a porn clip.

Will and Jackson were swigging beer, yeah jealous; but Jarryn was a pussy magnet and they callously waited to accept slops, a creamed slushed already cum filled pussy, when out with their mate. They both knew Fallon’s arse was probably out of bounds, well for cock, but their fingers, always a chance.

Cody was way out of his league, punching so far above his sexual weight; he was trembly as he fingered a perfect tight butthole flanked by faultless twin peachy hemispheres of flesh. As Fallon sucked cock, he took advantage of her arse to prise a second finger into her yielding, yet unyielding flesh. He enjoyed participating with her body and intruding on Jarryn’s and the slutettes main focus, cock.

Fallon loved the added infringement. She wanted it all tonight. She was ready for a back door ransacking and Cody wasn’t disappointing. She was getting randy fast.

“Orrgh Fallon, you goddess, stop or I’ll lose it”, said Jarryn. But not before one long last lingering cock knob vacuum suck from the princess of smut.

“Oh be a doll, be my girl and suck poor Cody off” he said, angling to dog his woman, while she guzzled another cock

Fallon had Cody pressed against the side of the bonnet, his cock warmer in her mouth than his buttocks pressed against the car. The lads cock in her mouth, now the centre of his life and the purpose of his existence. Fallon was slurping and deep sucking along his so stiff pole. She gave the inexperienced prick extra care and attention, a head job to remember.

But what was really exciting her, was Jarryn ferreting with his fingers behind her, enjoying her arsehole and pussy together. Dredging through her girly flesh, rifling into her slutty slit, pressing over her clit and gaping wide her relaxed arsehole, two fingers into the knuckle.

Cody the poor sod without warning, apart from a sudden spasm jerk and a queer deep groan, offloaded in Fallon’s mouth. Inexperienced youth getting too much cock loving, too perfectly.

“Oh fondle her tits “said Jarryn, as he eased into her warm, cock accommodating pussy from behind. Jarryn had his hands on Fallon’s hips, thrusting into her slit, but jerking up her whole body, semi straightening her as she was cock impaled. He did the indecent, now I’m in your pussy, now I’m out, beg for it you slut; action.

And Fallon did, “Fuck me, you bugger, fuck me, I know you can’t keep your cock waiting.”

Cody, Jackson and Will, all joined in; quickly fully released her body from its dress, half off already and her tits hanging over her bra.

Poor Cody took in her stunning free boobs for a moment, not daring to touch them, but Jackson and Will did, nuzzling into one each. While Cody got the surprise of his inexperienced sex life. A deep pash kiss from Fallon including a gob swirl of his own cum back in his mouth, then transferred back to Fallon’s who swallowed it.

Promiscuous definitely. Nymphomaniac certainly. Human female intent on sex, lots of sex; undeniably. She wasn’t denying her body anything; this was an exploration to the soul depth of slutiness. And Jarryn, the prick couldn’t wait, his cock was again, without any temporary withdrawals, snooping and prowling in her so accommodating pussy.

Fallon’s tits were a male flesh forage zone for Jackson and Will, god they had focus and energy. The long legged mistress of smut’s mind and body were processing her nipples dual enjoyment, her sudden arse pilfering by Jarryn, as he swapped pleasure slots behind and between her legs and Cody the opportunistic bastard was now working his fingers in her squelchy moist pussy.

Jarryn was fortuitously soaring above the impossible choice of having to choose between her alluring cunt, her moist tight arsehole and her cock beckoning lips. He would get to fill them all.

Four guys were prowling with consent. Plundering her flesh for what they could get. Fallon was in it for what her flesh could get too. This wasn’t about respect or admiration for her actual female awesomeness. For the guys it was a question of availability. Fallon was an available slut. But hell she was gooddam beautiful, her body so alive and charged, glowing with energy like the emergent Aurora Australis, in the night sky, above them.

It was Jackson who risked his relationship with Jarryn; by stabbing his over aroused cock into Fallon’s slit while Jarryn was enjoying her super tight arse. Human sexual congestion saw Fallon yelping and straighten even more, and she loved the overcrowding of her most sensitive parts, her pussy and arse, which suddenly were nearly hugging each other. Her privately given pleasure resources joined in rutting happiness like a double ram raid. The front of the premises battered, while the back was slammed into at the same time.

Fallon was guy wedged. Cock throttled in her pussy and her arse, ‘corked up’ simultaneously. And Cody and Will were massaging her tits as they were jouncing and bouncing between Jackson’s manic forward thrusting into her pussy. While Jarryn kept jostling his cock into her accepting bliss filled arse. Her butt clamping around the nestling pressure of his pecker. One female fully assailed. Her sweet accepting body over groped. Fallon beyond the precipice. Beyond youthful experimentation. Deep in the darkest of dark insights into full body liberation. Ego dominant, body defining, hedonistic, bacchanale and in the back of her mind, practice for centre stage whore at a mansion orgy one day. Her body was a stirring celebration to double penetration.

Our leading lass of the night was getting what a girl shouldn’t seek. Yet should seek because the limits of pleasure are not fixed. Just what we are capable of we must all individually look for. Fallon took it all, as it was exploding from inside her to her hot flushed skin like a solar flare. She felt the pleasurable release of her first orgasm as Jackson creamed her pussy. Jarryn the champion was still enjoying her arse. And Fallon was too. Jarryn was an arse bandit, he loved bum fucking. Above all he loved buggering sweet Fallon’s comely arsehole.

Will the dirty cunt, eased his raging cock into Fallon’s cum filled pussy as soon as Jackson eased out. There is an amazing guilty cock pleasure in coochie slops. He bulldozed straight into her accommodating acceptance. Our college girl felt the overt physicality of her body, like she was wedged in naked Twister sex. No emotional romantic bullshit attachments here. Body need as a fundamental fact. Bodies taking, purely as a sex act. No protection, her arse taken bareback, her pussy fully shaken and stirred. Cock filled and cum drenched like churned ingredients pulsating in a mix master. Delicious male skins on female skin feel everywhere. Highlighted by a rough but naturally insistent forceful dual infiltration. This was not a polite bedroom exploratory romp; it was primitive and powerful; played out in the shadows, trapped in earthy grubby dimness, yet open to the stars and as expansive and wondrous as the Southern Lights. Fallon’s pleasure gradient was fanning to a sensational release.

Fallon’s mind was close to deranged. Her body parts more than doing a job. They were performing for her. Her arse and pussy in a synergy of bursting need. Sex for sex sake and powerfully so. Her body refilled with two cocks, while her tits were mauled, now with Jackson joining Cody. She hit the pinnacle where pleasure knotted with exquisite happiness. Shards of gratification like spot fires all through her body. She was caught in fucking good sex. Outrageous sex. Gang-Bang sex. And so were all the guys. But Fallon was beyond degrading. She was the special unifying attraction. The mayhem of total no limits touch. Hands were pawing now all over her body. She was sweating profusely and so were all the dudes. Everyone under the bridge’s shadows drenched in lust.

Fallon though was both internally and externally hot. Her flesh searing under constant groping and thrusting. The contours of pleasure inside her arse and pussy were so superbly intimate with two cocks.

The measure of pleasure is energy to burn and consume in orgasm. Fallon was ablaze internally. She knew it was a swelling, full body sweeping orgasm building and she worked it to the max. Clenching cock in her front and back. She screamed to the night sky as her body devoured her climax. Bliss detonators racked her body. Her womanhood completely sexually configured as the Southern Lights magically started to illuminate the night sky.

Will and Jarryn were climax jizz focussed. Both craving male release. Exertion fixated. Pounding for self into her amazing cavities, separate, yet in this together. Hard work for stunning male pleasure.

Fallon was in the euphoria of another astonishing long crowded orgasm, effortlessly enjoying herself, her body over committed, above what she could physically expect from her being. She was pushing every which way. She was being pulled inside and out. She was grinding. The two guys were thrusting, pummelling and pressing into her. Here was Fallon like the experienced wine taster; full savour, full flavour, the bouquet, the swill, the lingering taste, she had it all.

Her pussy was then tingling again, another petite new climax, like an earthquake after shock. She still had two cocks at their buck efficient prime and so goddamn serviceable in her. She was surprised her physical need remained unabashed. Primal carnal knowledge, still sought, sourced and used for added overload bodily enjoyment.

Here was the thrill seekers sex club. It’s dominated by youth, no fox and hound here. No hunter or prey. Lust dominates. Lust consummates itself in outrageously uninhibited self exposed orgasms. Will and Jarryn filled Fallon’s arse and pussy with jizz. Her mind and body entered a climactic climax entente. Fallon aware of her own self, yet as she looked up, she was momentarily connected to the cosmos and its hallucinogenic display of fluorescent colours sweeping the night sky from the horizon. A southern beach suburbs slut under the Southern Lights. A beacon of pleasure sweeping through her. Her current sexual Magnus Opus moment. Her body as expansive as nature. The lights were on in Fallon and the lights were shared.

When a woman really lets go in pursuit of multiple orgasms , you want to be in it, with her, see it, experience it, share the brain searing memorable yelps of guttural moaning pleasure, her effusive body gyrations; her fucking expressive glazed eyes, her bliss creased brow, her panting heaving chest, and her flushed sweat lathered skin. The perfect orgasm exists. Fallon had it, coursing like an expanding nebula through her body, to its limits; yes it had its sated body limits. A female climax has in the end nowhere else to go, but it was fully an instance of internal orgasmic self combustion, Fallon’s personal Krakatoa of euphoric release.

It finally stopped expanding through her body, however, it had only just started settling and swelling in her memory; and would forever be as captivating and expansive in its recall as witnessing the awesome Southern Lights.