The three of us hit Miami hard the first night, shots lined up on the beach bar, bikinis barely covering our tits, and by the time we stumbled back to the rented villa we were already half naked and laughing too loud. Lisa kicked the door shut and grabbed my ass, squeezing hard. “Fuck, Jenna, that guy wanted to bend you over the bar,” she slurred, voice thick. I turned and kissed her right there in the hallway, tongues sloppy, tasting tequila and salt. Mia dropped her bag and just watched for a second before she yanked her top off and pressed her big tits against my back.
“Don’t leave me out,” she growled, hands sliding down to rub my pussy through my thong.
We didn’t make it to the bedrooms. Lisa shoved me onto the big sectional couch, ripped my bikini bottoms aside, and buried her face between my legs. Her tongue went straight for my clit, licking rough and fast while two fingers shoved up inside me. “Goddamn, you’re soaked already,” she muttered against my cunt, spitting on it and sucking harder. I moaned loud, grabbing her hair, hips bucking. Mia climbed on the couch next to me, pulled my face to her tits, and I sucked one fat nipple while she fingered herself, moaning like a slut. “Suck it harder, Jenna. Bite it.”
Lisa added a third finger and started fucking me fast, her knuckles stretching my hole while her tongue flicked my clit nonstop. I came hard, legs shaking, pussy clenching around her fingers, juices running down my ass. She didn’t stop. She flipped me onto all fours, spread my cheeks, and licked my asshole while Mia crawled underneath and started sucking my clit again. Two mouths on me at once, one tongue in my ass, one sucking my swollen nub, fingers pinching my nipples. I screamed into the cushion, coming again, squirting a little onto Mia’s chin.
They weren’t done. Lisa pulled out a thick strap-on from her suitcase like she’d planned this shit. She buckled it on, spat on the head, and slammed it into my dripping cunt in one thrust. “Take that dick, you dirty bitch,” she grunted, pounding me deep while Mia sat on my face, grinding her shaved pussy on my tongue. I licked her sloppy wet folds, sucked her clit, shoved two fingers up her while Lisa railed me from behind. The strap-on rubbed my G-spot every stroke until I was coming again, muffled moans into Mia’s cunt. Mia came right after, flooding my mouth with her cream, thighs shaking around my head.
We switched. Mia put on the strap and fucked Lisa while I sat on Lisa’s face, riding her tongue. Lisa’s moans vibrated against my clit as Mia slammed into her, the wet sounds of fucking filling the room. I leaned forward and made out with Mia, tongues messy, hands all over each other’s tits. Lisa came hard under us, body jerking, pussy squirting around the fake cock. We kept going, switching positions, using fingers, tongues, the strap, even a vibrating bullet on our clits until we were all wrecked, covered in sweat and cum, passed out tangled on the couch.
Morning light hit and nobody moved at first. Then Lisa woke up horny again, rolled over, and started eating my pussy while I was still half asleep. Mia joined in, sucking my nipples and fingering Lisa at the same time. We spent the whole next day inside, fucking in the shower, on the kitchen counter, out by the pool with the sun on our naked bodies. Lisa bent me over the lounge chair and fucked me with the strap while Mia sat in front of me, legs spread, making me lick her until she came twice. We took turns, no rules, just raw need, dirty talk, and orgasms that left us shaking.
By the last night we were insatiable. Mia brought out lube and we tried everything, double penetration with the strap and fingers, sixty-nine chains where we all came at once, even some light spanking that made our asses red and our pussies wetter. Lisa recorded a short video on her phone of me getting railed from behind while I ate Mia out, just for us to watch later. We came so many times we lost count, bodies slick, voices hoarse from moaning.
When the trip ended we packed up slow, still touching each other, promising this wasn’t the last girls trip. The plane ride home we kept exchanging looks, already planning the next villa, the next bottle of tequila, the next time we’d strip down and fuck like the filthy friends we’d become.
