I was sitting, buck naked in the driver's seat of my dad's Land Rover Discovery 4 (I was able to use it while my olds were stranded in Queensland), feeling on top of the world. I'd just been resoundingly fucked, cargirl style, by Naisha, a lovely Indian girl I had gotten to know through Jules, who was an equally lovely red-head I'd met at university. Both were naked and sitting on the backseat, replaying the video that Jules had shot of Naisha fucking me. My tingling cock and pubes were still coated with our combined cum.

The girls were glued to the small screen of the camera, their eyes growing bigger and darker with arousal as they watched. Each had one foot up on the seat squab, fingering their pretty, flush-pink vulvae and teasing their beautiful little clitorises with wet fingertips. Apart from the odd, whispered comment or giggle, all that could be heard was their heavy breathing and the tinny, orgasmic noises from the video. After viewing the video, Jules set the camera aside and kissed Naisha on the mouth, gently tugging at her lower lip with her teeth. Naisha returned the favour.

Another lingering kiss followed, until they were kissing with raw, deep passion, sighing and moaning into each other's mouths, as their tongues flicked and danced together. Their sopping wet vaginas were making sucking and slurping noises, as they finger fucked each other. Rivulets of salty, oestrogenized water ran down their perinea and dripped onto the seat. I was very happy just to watch, while coaxing my cock back to full length.

“Hey, Chris, come and join the fun,” Naisha panted. She leaned over to give me a hot, musky kiss.

Taking mere seconds, I slid the front seats well forward, reset the backrest of my seat and scrambled into the back, to be immediately greeted by two hot, eager mouths and tongues. My lips, tongue and hands were free to roam over two gorgeous, heated, sweaty bodies, as their lips, tongues and hands explored mine. Two pairs of long, stiff nipples (dark-chocolate coloured in Naisha's case, deep-pink for Jules) and sex-swollen breasts were freely available, to be licked, sucked and teased. My hands and fingers were soon coated in a warm, rich cocktail of pussy juice, as I finger-fucked two juice-filled vaginas.

It was a sensual, sexual, sweaty, deeply erotic, wonderful, hormone-scented ballet, backed by an orchestra of soft moans, sighs, warm giggles and whispered sweet nothings.

After maybe ten minutes of this lovefest (but who was counting the time?), I was lying on the backseat with my head resting on a cushion and Jules sitting astride of my hips. We both sighed as her slick, steamy love tunnel expanded to accept the full length and thickness of my manhood. Once I was in Jules up to the hilt, she sensuously ground her mound hard against my groin and purred as my cock massaged her vaginal walls. She lay down on top of me, with her chin resting on her arms and her breasts pressed against my chest. Her lovely green eyes were hot and seductive as they looked into mine.

“So, how's it going, birthday boy?” she asked, as her vagina gave me an extra couple of squeezes. I responded by flexing my own pelvic muscles, making my cock twitch and pulse inside her.

She smiled, as I stroked her damp hair, ran both hands down her body then cupped and squeezed her firm, but deliciously bouncy buttocks, “Well, so far, it's been my best birthday, ever; thanks so much to both of you. And how's yourself?” I asked, kissing her nose and forehead.

“Just great,” she purred, rocking her hips, “I mean, I've been wanting to get naked and dirty with you guys for, like, ages.”

With that, she sat up, held my hands to her breasts and leaned into them, bracing her hands against my chest. We copulated slowly, sensuously. Jules' slick vaginal walls rippled against the ribs of my tumescent, electrified cock as it slid up and down inside her. We copulated for the sheer enjoyment of sharing our most intimate body parts, both between ourselves and with Naisha, who was having her own fun masturbating, as she knelt in a footwell videoing us. Finally, we came almost simultaneously. Jules gasped and whimpered, as I pulled her hips hard down; we both groaned luxuriously, my cock pulsing exquisitely as my gonads pumped my third load of the day over her cervix.

“Mmm, thank yo-o-ou,” she drawled, with a warm, radiant smile, “my pussy really appreciated that.”

After rewarding me with some heartfelt 'thank you' kisses, Jules reluctantly pulled up and away, releasing my cock from her snug womanhood. She sat back, pushed two fingers into her oozing vagina, then sucked and licked them clean, “Hmmm, man-cum, the best a girl can get,” she said with a laugh. Swinging her legs wider, she peeled her just-fucked-pussy lips open and smiled at Naisha, “hey babe, do you want a taste?”

“What do you think?” answered Naisha, who was still crouched in the footwell. She took some close in footage of Jules' cum-soaked pussy, then moved in to kiss and lap at her best friend's dripping pink vulva.

Both girls laughed as Jules' vagina gave a squelchy fart, dribbling a big dollop of creamy cum sauce down her perineum. Naisha was quick to scoop it up with her tongue, then sat up on the seat next to Jules and shared it, mouth to mouth with her. Suddenly, following a quick, whispered conversation, the girls looked disapprovingly at me.

“Hey Chris, we're kind of disappointed in you,” huffed Jules, folding her arms.

“Huh? What have I done?” I asked, slightly puzzled by the apparent change of mood.

Naisha gave me a stern glare, “Oh, you know full well. You haven't eaten us out. I mean, honestly, I've sucked your cock.”

“And we've both fucked you,” added Jules, “so how about a little love for our hard worked pussies, huh?”

“Uhhh, sorry, almost forgot,” I said, pretending to be suitably abashed.

It took a nanosecond for me to get into the footwell and push a shoulder under Jules' right thigh. Raising her hips, using a cushion the girls had brought along, gave me full access to her beautiful pussy. Her clean shaven mons was smooth and silky to the touch, while her warm-pink, sex swollen pussy lips were heavy with our love juices. Up close, her clean, slightly salty, oestrogen-heavy scent and taste, and the texture of her skin, were as irresistible and exciting as her physical assets.

Turning to Naisha, her pussy was as irresistibly beautiful as Jules'. The light caramel of her skin melded into a subtle blend of caramel and burnt-sienna on her mound. A narrow landing strip of black pubes led down to her slit and her pouting, succulent inner labia; their burnt-sienna tips quickly faded into the delicate, blushing pink of her vulva. Jules gazed at her BFF's privates and heaved a deep sigh.
“Mmm, Naisha, I love your pussy so much,” she murmured, stroking Naisha's inner thighs and mons, and delicately teasing her inner lips with a wet fingertip.

“Thank you,” Naisha said quietly, “mujhe bhee tumhaaree choot pasand hai; I love your pussy, as well,” she translated. Jules and I enjoyed it when Naisha spoke Hindi, because she rarely used it outside of her immediate family and her closest extra special friends. She had been quietly teaching me the language since I'd met her, but I was still far from fluent.

Jules suddenly leaned over, pushed her face against Naisha's groin and growled, “rwraaarrrr, rrwwaarr, rwwarr!” sounding like a fox terrier harassing a toy. They looked at me, smiling from ear to ear and looking oh, so smug.

“Yeah, yeah, okay,” I said, slightly miffed. The first time I went down on Jules, she'd likened it to an enthusiastic puppy with a bone and had been teasing me about it ever since. Of course, she'd shared that little faux pas with her best friend!

“Aww, I'm sorry,” Jules suppressed her giggling and made 'puppy eyes', “you've been really, really nice to my pussy ever since.” We kissed and made up. After all, Jules had encouraged me to explore her lovely cunt, while teaching me how to do it gently and without rushing, maximising her pleasure, as well as mine. I was determined to show Naisha that the lessons hadn't been wasted.

Fortunately, because the two naked pussies were thoroughly warmed up, I was able to transition fairly quickly, from feather light kisses and touches, to peeling labia wide open and lapping at the hot, juicy vulvas within. Easing Jules' and Naisha's glistening, pink rosebud-like clitorises out from under their hoods, I took time to examine them closely, then gently pleasured them with the tip of my wet tongue, eliciting warm yelps and sighs, quivering thighs and curling toes. Gently gaping vaginas and tasting the walls with the tip of my tongue brought a flow of salty, oestrogen-rich cum that flooded my mouth, dripped down my chin and flowed down the girls' perinea. It was truly satisfying to witness their involuntary vaginal contractions and spasms, accompanied by mewling and whimpering as the girls came.

By the time Naisha and Jules begged me off, having experienced several orgasms between them, my cock was fully primed, ready to eject another load into a willing vagina or mouth. Jules supplied the release by kissing around the base of my cock, licking and sucking my balls then taking me as deep as she could. After a few minutes of this, my pulsing manhood flooded her mouth with my heated semen, accompanied by my primal grunts of relief. Again, Jules and Naisha kissed to share the liquid bounty.

With that done, the three of us sat together on the backseat to chill out. By now, the interior of the Disco was dominated by the strong perfume of hot, sweaty, musky sex. The windows were steamed up, because I hadn't left the engine running to power the air conditioning. By the sound of things, the rain had cleared away. A look through a cleared window showed that, if anything, the fog had gotten thicker, with visibility down to maybe twenty-five metres, although the sun was peeking through high cloud.

I leaned between the seats to turn on the engine and started the air conditioning. There was an esky cooler that I'd loaded with several bottles of spring water and a couple of ice packs in the rear compartment, so I got some out. We all drank deep, enjoying the cool water after the heated exertions of the last hour or so. As our hormones settled down and our skin cooled, we also felt one of the downsides of our activities.

“Hey Jules, did you bring any coconut oil?” asked Naisha, stroking her mound and looking slightly rueful, “my pussy's starting to feel a little dry.”

“Ah, snap! I almost forgot; I could use some too,” answered Jules, leaning over the back of the seat to retrieve her small backpack. She pulled out a plastic container of Wild Coconut Oil, “here it is,” she grinned at me and patted my half erect penis, “and how's your pussy pleaser?”

I had to admit, my 'pussy pleaser' needed some tender loving care as well. Jules often used coconut oil to pamper and moisturise her pussy and breasts, and had persuaded me of its efficacy by using it as a natural lubricant on my cock during and after sex. She also showed me how to massage it into her genitals: not much oil was needed to help alleviate dryness, as well as imparting a lovely, smooth sheen to the skin. An added bonus was that pussies, especially, took on an interesting savoury, salted-coconut flavour.

With the availability of the oil, there followed a relaxing, sexy session of pussy and penis pampering. Naisha and I traded kisses as I spread a dab of coconut oil onto my palm and carefully massaged it well into the skin of her groin and mound, while taking extra care of her clitoris and inner labia. In turn, she was doing the same for Jules. The process elicited lots of purrs and sighs, and yet more trickles of oestrogenized pussy juice. When it was my turn, plenty of tender loving care was given to my cock.

Things were heating up nicely when we were rudely interrupted by a fairly loud exhaust approaching along the road. Shit! We'd almost completely forgotten that we were in a public car park, even if it was at an out of the way picnic spot in a National Park. Naisha scrambled over to the front passenger seat to get to her clothes, while I hurriedly got dressed standing outside, on the driver's side of the car. Jules was able to get dressed quicker than both of us, and got out to stand next to Naisha's door, nonchalantly studying her phone. Just as I had gotten my trainers on and joined Jules, a 1960s vintage Holden station wagon chuntered into the car park and parked about ten metres away.

The driver, a balding, middle-aged bloke with a salt n' pepper goatee, wound down his window, “Gidday, I'm Bob,” he said as I walked over, “how long's it been like this, 'cos me and the Mrs came here hoping to have a picnic and go for a wander. Do you know whether there are any walking tracks around here?”

“Yeah, I dunno how long it's been like this,” I answered, lying through my teeth, “we've been here about five minutes, but it looks like it's been raining pretty heavily. I'm Chris, by the way,” he had a handshake like a wet fish, “I think there's a track back on the entry road,” I advised, pointing back the way Bob and his Mrs had come.

Meanwhile, Bob had noticed Jules and Naisha, who were laughing and talking by our Disco. Neither were wearing bras - or panties for that matter - and Bob's eyes zeroed in on their pert, upright breasts and their nipples, that stood out like little fingertips through the fabric of their sweatshirts. The sight of tight, beautifully rounded buttocks, or the tasteful hints of pussy in Jules' shorts and Naisha's cargo pants couldn't have helped with his blood pressure, either.

“Uhhh, y-yeah, uhhh, good,” he stuttered, his eyes glued to the girls, “umm ... thanks for the help, Matt, ah, Chris, sorry.”

As I turned to leave, Bob's skinny, middle-aged Mrs, who had said nothing during our conversation, poked him in the ribs and murmured in a sibilant hiss that could be heard a kilometre away, “Bob, stop ogling those girls.” The rest of the 'discussion', that all of us could hear, will stay unrecorded.

While I was talking to Bob, the subjects of his ogling had been making plans. “Poor Bob, how dare he ogle,” muttered Jules, trying to suppress a laugh, “anyway,” she said in a normal tone, “Naisha and I are taking a walk down by the river, that way,” she added, pointing south: the riverbank was only just visible through the curtain of fog, “um, could you get my camera and bring the water? Thanks.”

“Oh, and don't forget that rug we brought,” chipped in Naisha, as they started walking, hand in hand, in the direction Jules had indicated. They looked really sexy as they disappeared into the soft-grey murk.

My cock was tingling in anticipation as I gathered together the specified items, locked the car with the remote key fob and followed the riverbank for about eighty or so metres. Naisha and Jules were naked when I found them stretching and bending near a picnic table. Their clothes were on one of the bench seats attached to the table. We were in our own bubble, surrounded by the fog, with nothing but the soft gurgle of the river and a few bird noises disturbing the tranquillity.

“Hi, Chris, you took your time,” quipped Naisha, provocatively bending over to touch her toes in front of me. I dumped my load, dropped my pants and she gasped as I pushed my erection deep into her luscious little cunny.

Reaching around and touching her clitoris with a wet fingertip elicited another gasp and a mewling little squeal as her pelvic floor muscles convulsed. Her firm buttocks quivered and her vagina flexed and tightened around my manhood. I wanted to fuck Naisha there and then, but something told me to hold off, so I patted and squeezed her butt cheeks while slowly, gently easing out. She straightened up and we hugged and kissed, with my erection pushed against her stomach.

“What made you stop?” she asked, her dark, beautiful eyes looking into mine.

I held her close, to nuzzle and kiss her neck, savouring her clean, womanly, slightly spicy scent, “I dunno, I guess … I just didn't want to take things – take you - for granted … um ...” suddenly, I was lost for words.

Naisha took my hand, kissed it and held it against her left breast, “Thank you, that means a lot.” Another hug and a kiss, then she went down on me, getting me tantalisingly close to cumming. Just as I was about to blow, she squeezed the base of my cock and stood up, “That can wait,” she said, with a hot, sexy smile, as she walked over to Jules, “we have something else in mind.”

The 'something else' the girls had in mind, involved standing close together, with their legs well apart, directing me to take upskirt video and photos. My hormones ratcheted up to high alert as they peeled their labia apart and gaped their vaginas by sliding their fingers deep inside, then carefully pulling them open. From directly below, their clitorises were visible under their hoods, while the camera could capture every intimate, juicy detail of their vulvae. I could also see well up into their dripping, rippling love tunnels. Both Jules and Naisha had been doing Kegel exercises for months, so when they flexed their pelvic floor muscles they could make their vaginas breath, like small mouths. I had to stop a few times to clean pussy juice off the lens and camera body.

Once they decided I'd gotten enough footage from below, the two of them sat up on the picnic table, with their feet on the bench. To make things a little more comfortable, Jules had spread out the rug on the table top. The girls happily masturbated for the camera, dribbling saliva on their fingertips to pleasure their clitorises and labia. Sliding their fingers in and out of their flooded, sucking vaginas, produced trickles of creamy juices and salty oestrogenized water. The quiet was punctuated by their sighs and soft moans.

Every so often, they pulled their fingers out and sensuously licked them clean or let me do the job. After a while, they turned around and crouched, pulling their buttocks open to display their open pussies and puckered little arseholes: they gently probed the latter with the end pads of their fingertips, giggling when I followed suit.

My cock was erect and tingling throughout the risqué, explicit display of feminine sexuality. An occasional bubble of pre-cum formed at the tip of my glans.

Things got a little more risqué when Naisha said, “Hey guys, I need to pee, like now.”

She swung around to the front of the table and sat with her legs dangling over the edge, peeling herself open and exhibiting her spongy urethra to the lens. Jules did likewise. After a short interval of straining and giggling, both urethrae moved upwards slightly and their piss-slits relaxed. There were heartfelt sighs of relief as two streams of silvery-gold water arced to the ground, splashing up little droplets as they formed a puddle. They laughed when I joined my golden shower to theirs.

The girls squeezed the last few drops out of their straining urethrae, then got off the table and sat on the bench. They douched their pussies and thighs using a couple of the water bottles I'd provided. As she washed herself, Naisha was giving me warm, loving looks that told me all I needed to know.

While I was helping Naisha dry her pussy, Jules took the rug off the picnic table, then laid it out on a nearby patch of soft, green grass, that was partly shadowed by an evergreen bush. As soon as she sat down on the rug, Naisha joined her; they kissed and held each other with breathtaking tenderness as they lay down together.

Their love making was soft and gentle; subtler and less urgent than it had been earlier, in the backseat of the Disco. Watching their eye contact and the way they used their fingertips, lips and tongues so gently, yet so powerfully, reminded me that I had a lot to learn when it came to pleasuring the female body. Being privileged enough to be allowed to watch so closely, let alone film their intimacy, made me tingle all over,

When they moved into a sixty-nine, Naisha was on top. I got in close to capture Jules eating out her pussy. My cock seemed to grow another inch at the sight of her so expertly lapping at Naisha's open vulva and dipping the tip of her tongue into her vagina. Every so often, she gently ran her saliva coated tongue over Naisha's clitoris, making her body quiver and eliciting deep sighs. Jules was also vocalising her own pleasure as Naisha worked her magic on Jules' pussy.

It wasn't long before an overwhelming urge compelled me to get to my knees behind them. Jules winked at me as she wrapped her hand around my throbbing shaft and directed my sensitised, deep red glans into Naisha's dripping vaginal entrance.

Naisha lifted her head and groaned, “Oooh, mmm, yeah” as I slid my cock deep inside her sex, until my glans pushed against her cervix. She looked back at me, her eyes sultry with arousal, “Mujhe apane sah se bahr do, phir mujhe khao,” she murmured, lifting her hips higher and rocking them, “fill me with your cum, then eat me out.”

We were both more relaxed and more attuned to each other than the first time we'd copulated. I kept my pelvic thrusts relaxed and slow, while pushing in deep. Naisha's warm, fleshy sheath rippled and pulsed around my ribbed shaft as it massaged her from within. Her gasping and mewling was getting louder, as her pleasure intensified. My hands were kept occupied by her gorgeous bum; that, or they drifted along her slick, beautiful body to gently cup and squeeze her cone shaped, 34B breasts. Down below, Jules was very happy to assist, by stimulating my balls and perineum, or similarly using her mouth and tongue on Naisha's cock-filled pussy.

After a satisfyingly long build up, our orgasms hit like an eighteen-wheeler. Naisha gave a long quivering, high-pitched, “Mmmuhhhhh...oooohhhh!” held her breath, then sighed and gasped, as I thrust harder and deeper into her quivering womanhood. Just then, Jules firmly ran a fingertip down my perineum, hitting my P-spot. It was such sweet agony! I saw stars and growled in ecstasy as I released a hot shot of cum. A couple more thrusts: more man-cum spurted from my pulsing, electrified manhood. A final, deep thrust allowed Naisha to milk the last few drops from my manhood.

Naisha stayed in her doggy position, on top of Jules for a while, then she got up onto her knees, leaning back against me, with my cock still inside her. As I had done earlier in the day, I wrapped my arms around her sweaty, trembling, post-coital body and just held her. Nothing needed to be said; our feelings ran too deep for words to matter.

Jules, who was also on her knees, gave Naisha and me a couple of sweet kisses and a group hug, then stood up, looking around.

“Uh, guys, I hate to break it up, but I think we need to get going.” She was right; a slight breeze had started pushing back the fog and there seemed to be dark, threatening clouds, up to the north-east.

We reluctantly got dressed, packed up our gear and started on our way back to the Disco. Just as we were getting within visual distance of the car park, a bright yellow, possibly human shape appeared through the gloom. Jules and Naisha stopped and looked back at me.

“Is that whatisname, Bob?” whispered Jules.

I carefully moved closer to the target, “Uh, huh, looks like him.” Bob had been wearing a bright yellow Hawaiian print shirt, although the redundant sunglasses were a later addition to his ensemble. He was loitering at the riverbank, idly flicking stones into the river. Naisha and Jules looked at each other and, with wicked grins, simultaneously dropped their pants to the ground and gave them to me. It was really hard work keeping a straight face as the semi-naked girls walked casually to our SUV, holding hands, laughing, and talking to each-other.

As they got closer to Bob they waved cheerfully, chorused “Hi,” and briefly lifted their tops. It's a wonder Bob's eyeballs didn't shatter his sunglasses. He stood stock-still, breathing hard, as Jules and Naisha sauntered past, not five metres away and got into the back seat of the Disco. When I walked by Bob a few seconds later and gave him a nod, he responded with nothing but a slightly dopey, sheepish grin. Several metres away, his Mrs was engrossed in setting up a picnic on another of the tables; fortunately for him, she had her back to us and hadn't heard or seen a thing.

The girls were laughing and joking as I dumped the esky and rug in the back and handed back their clothing.

“Oh God!” giggled Jules, “we shouldn't have flashed our tits as well! He's probably ready to ravish 'Mrs Bob'!”

“Yeah, I know, but at least he had something worthwhile to ogle, without getting caught!”

“And … and imagine if he'd seen what we were doing at, hmmmph, the picnic table!!”

The two shameless exhibitionists leaned against each other, snorting and giggling, their gorgeous bodies shaking with mirth. I couldn't help but join in. Once we'd calmed down, we decided to head back to the barn: there didn't seem to be much point in staying around if the weather was about to pack it in again. As it was, after all the wonderfully sweaty activities of the day so far, we all figured we needed a shower and a little rest and recuperation.

*

When I woke up on my bed several hours later, Naisha was still sound asleep, lying naked and on her side, next to me. Her beautiful, light-caramel coloured skin had a gentle glow to it that took my breath away. She stirred slightly, but didn't wake up, when I kissed her shoulder and gently ran my hand over her hip and right buttock. I sat, just watching her for a while, thinking back through what had been my birthday.

In effect, the day had been a real turning point for me: I'd finally gotten rid of all the resentment, jealousy and frustration I'd felt ever since my ex-partner Cathy had chosen my last birthday to tell me that she was out of my life. I hadn't realised how much it had all weighed me down until it was gone.

Instead, there was no escaping the fact that Naisha and I had fallen heavily in love, in so many ways. And, there was no escaping the fact that Jules, my lovely, wonderful, feisty friend-with-benefits, had played a central role in bringing the two of us together.

Earlier, as I carried her to my bedroom (having luxuriated in sharing a long, hot shower with her) Naisha had murmured “Mujhe pyaara pyaar karo, janmadin ka ladaka; make sweet love to me, birthday boy.”

I smiled as I drifted back to sleep. This had been my best birthday ever.