We piled into the cabin on Friday night already half-drunk and horny as fuck. Me, Jenna, and Tara. Three hot girls who’d been teasing each other for months. The second the door shut, Jenna grabbed my ass and said, “We’re not leaving this place until every one of us has come on someone’s face.”
Tara laughed, stripped her top off right there in the living room, and dropped to her knees in front of me. She yanked my shorts down and started licking my pussy like she’d been waiting all week. Jenna watched for a second, then pulled her own jeans off and climbed onto the couch, spreading her legs so I could watch her rub her clit while Tara ate me out.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Jenna said, voice already thick. “Make her come, Tara. I want to hear her scream.”
Tara shoved two fingers inside me and sucked hard on my clit. I grabbed her hair and ground against her mouth until my legs shook and I came all over her tongue. She didn’t stop. She kept licking through it, messy and loud, until I had to push her away because I was too sensitive.
Jenna stood up, walked over, and kissed me hard, tasting my own pussy on her lips. “My turn,” she said. She bent over the arm of the couch and spread her cheeks. “Tara, eat my ass while she fucks me with her fingers.”
Tara didn’t hesitate. She buried her face between Jenna’s ass cheeks, tongue working that tight hole while I slid three fingers into Jenna’s dripping cunt. Jenna moaned like a whore, pushing back against both of us. “Deeper. Fuck me harder. I want to feel it tomorrow.”
I pounded my fingers into her, curling them against her G-spot, while Tara licked and spit on her asshole. Jenna came fast, cursing and shaking, her pussy clenching around my hand so tight it almost hurt.
We didn’t slow down. We moved to the bedroom, all of us naked now. Tara lay on her back and I straddled her face while Jenna sat on her hips and started grinding her wet pussy against Tara’s. The room filled with the sound of skin slapping, wet licking, and three girls moaning like we didn’t give a fuck who heard.
I rode Tara’s tongue, leaning forward so I could reach down and rub Jenna’s clit while she fucked herself on Tara’s thigh. Jenna came again, then pushed me off Tara so she could sit on my face. I licked her swollen pussy while Tara got behind me and started fingering my ass.
“Open up for me,” Tara growled, working two slick fingers into my asshole. “I want you stretched and ready.”
Jenna rode my mouth until she squirted a little, soaking my chin and neck. She laughed, wiped it on my tits, then flipped around so we could 69 while Tara kept working my ass open.
By the time Tara pushed a strap-on into my pussy, I was begging for it. She fucked me hard from behind while Jenna sat in front of me, legs spread, making me eat her out again. Every thrust knocked me forward into Jenna’s cunt.
I came twice like that, shaking and drooling into Jenna’s folds.
We switched positions all night. Tara on her back with both of us taking turns sitting on her face. Jenna bent over the bed while Tara and I took turns spanking her ass red and then licking the sting away. At one point all three of us were on the floor, tangled together, fingers and tongues everywhere, no one sure whose orgasm was whose.
By sunrise we were still going, slow and filthy, bodies slick with sweat and come. Jenna had her fingers buried in my ass while Tara licked my clit in lazy circles. I came one last time, quiet and deep, then we all collapsed in a sweaty pile on the mattress.
None of us spoke for a while. We just breathed, touching each other softly now, already thinking about round two after a few hours of sleep. The weekend had barely started, and we were nowhere near done.
