Beverly’s third day in Oaxaca started like the others, runway lights, camera flashes, the hum of fashion week, but by early afternoon she had a rare stretch of free time. Beverly pulled on the skimpy white string-side-tie bikini she had packed, the tiny triangles and thin ties that barely covered anything, and headed to the beach alone for the first time. Back home she was always surrounded by friends or sorority sisters. Here it was just her, nervous, towel under one arm, the Pacific glistening under a bright blue sky. Beverly found a quiet stretch of pale sand while the beach was still relatively empty. She laid out her towel, settled onto her stomach, then her back. The sun sank into her skin. She pulled out her philosophy text book she forced herself to bring on her trip, read a few pages, closed her eyes, and let her mind drift. The casual-wear show had been easy. Sportswear too. But last night’s lingerie show refused to leave her. All those other models, long legs, perfect breasts, sheer lace and silk that clung and revealed. Every set she slipped into, she had left the gusset damp by the time she took it off. By the third look she was soaked, the fabric darkening between her legs, her nipples so hard, her cunt pulsing with every step down the runway. Thinking about it now, on the sand, made fresh wetness gather in her little white bikini bottoms. Beverly shifted her thighs. Her fingers twitched toward the side ties of her bottoms. Three young women arrived a short distance away and spread their towels. Long dark hair, smooth golden-brown skin, easy laughter. One was in red, one was in turquoise, and third was in patterned paisley. They looked similar enough to be sisters or very close friends. Beverly watched them from behind her sunglasses, loneliness pricking again, until the girl in red stood, walked over with an easy sway of hips, and asked in a low, musical Mexican accent, “You are alone, yes?” Beverly admitted she was. The invitation came immediately. “You would like to join us, no?” Beverly was enthralled immediately with her voice, her sexy little accent, her hot little body in that red tiny bikini. Beverly smiled and nodded, then moved her towel closer as she and cute girl in red returned to where her two friends were settling on to the sand. The sexy little Mexican girls’ English was broken, heavily accented, every word soft and rolling with much thought behind it. “I am Rosa,” the girl in red smiled. She then gestured to the girl in turquoise and said, “This is Clara,” then gestured to the girl in paisley and said, This is Angela.” Beverly could not stop looking. Rosa in red had full, high breasts that filled the triangle top, a narrow waist flaring into round hips, and thick thighs that pressed together when she sat. Clara in turquoise was leaner, long-limbed, small high breasts, a flat stomach that disappeared into the bright blue bottoms. Angela in paisley had the softest curves of the three, heavy breasts, deep cleavage, a plump ass that the patterned fabric struggled to contain. All three had the same glossy black hair cascading down their backs, the same warm brown skin glowing under the sun, the same easy confidence in their bodies. Beverly’s white bottoms were already sticky; now they were soaked. She kept her thighs pressed together and tried not to stare at the way the girls’ nipples showed through the thin fabric, the way their asses shifted when they laughed. Then, without ceremony, all three reached back and untied their tops. Fabric dropped. Bare breasts spilled free, round, soft, brown-tipped nipples already hard and glistening in the breeze. Beverly’s mouth went dry. Rosa noticed the shocked look on Beverly’s face and laughed, low and knowing. “You did not know? This is Playa Zipolite. Only legal nude beach in Mexico.” Cute and sexy little Rosa, now in just her red tiny bottoms shrugged, the motion making her beautiful bare breasts bounce. “We always take off at least tops.” The girls kept talking, sunbathing, oiling one another’s shoulders. Beverly’s pulse hammered between her legs. She watched the way sunlight slid over their bare tits, the way a nipple stiffened when a drop of oil rolled across it, the soft jiggle when one of them shifted. Beverly’s own white top suddenly felt ridiculous, too modest, out of place. After long minutes of internal thoughts, Beverly reached up, pulled the strings, and let the white triangles of fabric fall away. Her pale breasts spilled out, nipples already hard. The three girls whooped and clapped, bright laughter ringing across the sand. Beverly blushed hard but felt a sharp, secret thrill. The girls sat and chatted topless for an hour or so, sun on skin, salt air, the occasional brush of an arm or thigh that made Beverly’s cunt clench. When the girls announced they were heading back to their apartment right on the beach to change and go shopping, they invited her. Beverly hesitated only a second, then gathered her things. The girls walked together, still half-naked under the open sky, tops dangling from fingers, beautiful breasts swaying. Beverly’s eyes kept stealing glances, bare breasts, the flex of asses in thin bottoms, the dark triangles of hair just visible at the edges of the fabric. Finally, as they reached the end of the sand, the three sexy Mexican girls put their tops back on, and Beverly followed suit. Their apartment was literally on the edge of the sand. It was small and airy with windows open to the sea. As soon as the door closed behind them, much to Beverly’s surprise, the three Mexican girls did not bother with clothes or conversation. They turned and folded into each other immediately. Rosa pulled Carla into a deep, open-mouthed kiss, tongues sliding wetly, hands already cupping and squeezing bare breasts. Fingers pinched brown nipples until Carla moaned into the kiss. Angela pressed in from behind, grinding her covered pussy against Rosa’s ass, hands reaching around to fondle both sets of tits at once. Tops were already gone; bottoms followed in a flurry of strings and fabric. Three naked bodies tangled on the low bed, smooth brown skin, long black hair, wet sexy mouths. They knew each other’s bodies well. Rosa dropped to her knees and buried her face between Carla’s thighs, spreading her slick pink folds with her thumbs and licking long, slow strokes from the dripping entrance up to the swollen clit. Rosa sucked Carla’s clit into her mouth, flicked it with her tongue, then pushed two fingers deep into Carla’s tight, wet cunt and curled them. Carla cried out, hips bucking, one hand fisting the Rosa’s hair while the other reached back to spread her own ass cheeks for Angela. Angela licked a slow, filthy stripe from Carla’s dripping pussy up to her tight little asshole, then speared her tongue inside, fucking the ring with wet thrusts while her fingers joined Rosa’s inside Carla’s soaking wet cunt. Rosa and Angela stretched Carla open, three and then four fingers pumping, juices running down thighs and dripping onto the sheets. They rotated without words. Angela lay back, legs spread wide, and then Rosa straddled her face, lowering her dripping cunt onto Angela’s waiting mouth. Angela’s tongue delved deep, lapping at the folds, sucking Rosa’s clit, then sliding lower to rim the puckered asshole while Rosa ground down, smearing herself across Angela’s eager face. Carla knelt between Angela’s thighs and ate her out with the same practiced hunger, long flat licks, pointed tongue fucking the hole, fingers spreading the outer lips so she could suck the inner ones, then two fingers sliding into the wet heat while her tongue circled the clit. The room filled with wet sounds: slurping, moaning, the soft slap of skin. Beverly stood frozen, white bottoms soaked through, nipples aching against her white little top, watching every detail, the way a tongue disappeared into a glistening cunt, the way an asshole winked and opened under a probing tongue, the way fingers stretched pink flesh and came away shiny. Heat flooded her. Beverly quickly stripped off her little white bikini and stepped forward, announcing without words, her desire to join the fray. The three girls, glistening with sweat, nipples so hard, slits all so wet, welcomed Beverly instantly. Soft hands pulled her milky white body down into the tangle of tan bodies. Rosa kissed Beverly hard with passion. Beverly immediately noticed Rosa tasted so strongly of pussy juices. Beverly did not want to pull away from the arousing taste, but Rosa then guided Beverly’s mouth Carla’s glistening pussy. “Lick, chica blanca” Rosa murmured against Beverly’s ear. “Slow, babygirl. Taste her well. Enjoy her sweet juices.” Beverly’s already dripping cunt quivered at Rosa’s words, shuddered inside at her sexy accent. Beverly’s first tentative lick pulled a thick, salty-sweet flood across her tongue. Beverly moaned and licked harder, spreading Carla’s folds, sucking Carla’s swollen clit the way she had watched the three sexy girls do it. Carla arched and pushed against Beverly’s face. “Fuck, gringa, you eat pussy good,” Carla breathed out heavy as behind her, Angela moved in and spread Beverly’s ass cheeks, dragging her wet tongue from Beverly’s dripping cunt up over her tight hole, circling, pressing inside. Beverly cried out into Carla’s dripping pussy. Beverly’s fingers, two, then three, slid into her soaked channel, curling, stretching, while Angela’s tongue fucked her ass. The three sexy little Mexican girls taught her with hands and mouths. Rosa showed her how to eat ass properly, long, firm licks, the tip of the tongue working the rim open, then deeper, while fingers kept the cunt full. Beverly learned the taste of every one of them: Carla’s sharper tanginess, Angela’s richer musk, and Rosa’s thick, creamy sweet wetness. Each of the three girls took turns riding Beverly’s face, grinding down until her nose pressed into soft folds and her tongue was buried as deep as it could go. The girls bent Beverly over and licked her from clit to asshole in endless strokes, two tongues at once sometimes, one in her cunt and one in her ass while Beverly moaned and pushed back. Fingers everywhere. Rosa worked three fingers into Beverly’s tight pussy while Angela slowly pressed a slick finger into her ass, pumping in opposite rhythm until, double penetrating her until Beverly came hard, shaking, juices flooding their hands. They did not stop. Carla straddled Beverly’s face again and sat down, smothering her in wet heat while Rosa and Angela licked and fingered both of Beverly’s holes. Beverly’s tongue worked frantically; she sucked clit, fucked with her tongue, swallowed everything they gave her. When Carla finally came again, she ground down hard, flooding Beverly’s mouth and chin. The girls kept going, sixty-nining in a chain so every mouth had a cunt or an ass, fingers pumping, tongues swirling, the wet sounds and soft Spanish curses filling the room. Beverly came again with a tongue buried in her ass and two mouths alternating on her clit and nipples. Beverly came a third time with Rosa’s fingers deep in her cunt and Angela’s tongue fucking her ass while she licked Carla’s dripping hole. By the time they finally slowed, the sheets were wrecked, skin slick with sweat and cum, hair tangled. The three Mexican girls kissed Beverly slowly, sharing the taste of all of them, murmuring soft praise in accented English and Spanish. Outside, the ocean kept rolling in, waves crashing, the sound echoing in the musty, sex-scented little apartment. Beverly lay weak and thoroughly used, already wondering how long she could stay in that tiny little apartment with those three Mexican girls…
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