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"You don't get anywhere in life without facing some adversity. Whether it's within yourself or the world. If it's something you believe you can do, you do it, little love." Trixie said reassuringly, "You know I can't give you the answers but I can guide you halfway. The rest you've got to find for yourself. And I believe in you."

Abigail sat there quietly for some time staring at the page before her. Despite Beatrice's kind words, it mocked her terribly. But the silence and concentration paid off as she worked through the science problem and the equation that Trixie had quizzed her on.

She gave a short cheer in triumph and smiled at Trixie. She was grateful for her Big Sister and just how much knowledge she provided. Not only that, but Trixie challenged /everything/ Abigail believed in, which made her rethink more than just school.

Trixie clapped her hands, "Alright Girly, we've got an hour till dinner. We've got some time for an episode of Stargate or we could go for a walk."

Abigail found it silly that Trixie liked older TV shows but she didn't mind it. It was quality time and it was kind of neat to see someone she looked up to geek out a little bit.

"Let's go for a walk, we can watch something later. That is, if it isn't past your bedtime by then."

The older girl took a swing at Abby, who sidestepped and laughed before slipping on her shoes and jogging out the door. Trixie soon followed, stopped by a small vibration in her pocket. She pulled out her phone, rocking back on her heels as she felt a small blush rise to her cheeks.

"I'll be just a minute!" she called out to Abigail as she rummaged through one of her bags. She silently cursed to herself, her little bottle was missing. Her phone buzzed again and the hairs on her neck rose. She was expected to be prompt and she'd have to make due without the liquid. She swallowed. That wouldn't be easy.

Trixie shimmed out of her short shorts the moment she had the bathroom door closed. She was pantiless already, following specific instructions not to pack any for camp. Good sluts don't wear panties. Bending down slightly, Trixie held her breath. She could tell that her hand had made the glass warm as it kissed her rim. She gasped as the first bulb forced its way in and she cursed again as she realized she could have used some spit to ease the pain she felt. She still had her task to do, and with the second bulb sitting neatly in her puckered hole, Trixie snapped a picture and sent it with a short message. She groaned as the last bulb found its way deep inside her. The T end of the plug nestled itself between her cheeks and pinched her a little as she pulled her shorts back up.

"Pull it out and push it back in for your tardiness and good measure. ." was his reply. She huffed and looked at the door. Torn between outright lying to him and saying she did it or taking the hit, she shot back "I apologize, I'll do it when I can. Someone's at the door. I'm sorry Sir."

Trixie hid her phone in her pocket, fearing retaliation from Mr. Mason. There was still another week between now and the end of camp, which gave her some buffer time to make up for any missteps she may have committed. That didn't quite mean that she'd get a week's vacation either. He was very skilled and creative with torture. With a shiver, she pushed the thought from her mind and bound outside. There was a slight wince every other step as the plug settled within her, one that luckily Abigail missed.

"What took you so long? We could have been halfway to the lake by now."

"Mind your own business Abby, I had something to do. It's done, soo.. Race ya!" Trixie knew it'd be risky running but there was an image to maintain with Abby. The two girls ran down past the cabins towards the water. Trixie tried to keep her small whimpers to herself as the movement ignited an even bigger fire than just wearing the plug had been.

She had broken out into a sweat as the two of them skidded to a halt at the dock, with Abby as the clear winner.

"Slooowpoke. Is that what I have to look forward to in old age?" Abby teased and grinned at Trixie's glare.

There was only a year between them but that didn't stop Abigail from picking at her Seniority. It was all in jest, thought Trixie, just like an actual little sister would be like. Either way, it still got a rise out of her and that's exactly what Abigail wanted.

"Alright you whippersnapper," Trixie scolded, donning a smile of her own, "You ought to have more respect for your elders." Abby mimed begging for forgiveness and twirled around, trotting down the dock away from her. Trixie followed, releasing a moan when she felt that Abby was far enough to keep it hidden. The run had felt exhilarating, amplified by the plug. She'd have to share that with Mr. Mason later.

- - - -

Dinner was good enough, as was the conversation with other Big Sisters and Brothers. Meal times were one of the times that the sexes got to comingle and most took advantage of that despite warnings from the staff. There were always one or two younger boys who were dared by older boys to approach groups of girls for attention. Trixie always seemed amused when it was their turn for the rejection round. Sometimes Abby questioned whether Trixie really did have some relations with some of the older boys but she was never quite certain. Today was one of those days, as Trixie was more than ready to pounce.

"Why do you think she'd have any interest in you, huh?" Beatrice quipped at the younger boy, who was probably about Abby's age, who asked for Abby to stay after the campfire with him tonight. The girl was flustered at the thought but Trixie was always quick to rescue when it was clear the attention was unwanted. Little did Abigail know that Trixie had plans to deflower this boy, to add yet another to her growing list of sexual deviances she'd committed here at camp. She was worried at times that her reputation would sour Abigail's or would catch wind of her ear but the boys seemed to keep to themselves, each thinking Trixie was their personal little gem. Good, let them, she thought. More cocks meant more pleasure both for and from Mr. Mason.

Trixie was delighted to see that smores were the dessert of choice and Abby snagged her a second one just because she knew it was her favorite. Trixie had still been teasing the freckled boy while Abby was away and on her return she swore she saw Trixie slip a note into his hand. The boy had barely made it four steps before he had to look at it. How curious.

"Should we go to the fire or turn in early tonight?" she asked, sliding the extra smores her way and smiled at her Big Sister's squeak.

"Let's turn in. I think we should pick a movie tonight instead of our show, ya know, change things up a bit." Trixie said with a wink and a twinkle in her eye. Abby smiled and blinked back, still curious but not brave enough to question the girl.

It had been long enough that the plug had become somewhat painful, nipping at her insides as the pair walked back to their cabin. Trixie eyed the boys' showers when she thought Abby wasn't looking. She licked her lips; she'd have to get there later.

In front of their beds they had a cozy couch with chaise lounge on one side which the two bickered over constantly. Tonight was no exception when it came time to settle in after pajamas to unwind at last.

Trixie had her pink booty shorts on that were cut too high and a loose t-shirt that barely made up for it. Abby was a bit more modest with her black silk set that molded well to her body. Her dark hair spilled over her shoulders, curling slightly on their ends. Trixie always thought she had such pretty hair and she adored playing with it whenever Abby allowed her.

Abigail had already claimed the chase while Trixie was in the bathroom. Whenever she disappeared with her phone it'd take twice as long as it should. Sometimes three times as long. Abby flipped through the movies available to watch, deciding what mood she was in.

She peered over her shoulder as the bathroom door opened at her friend. Her face was red again and she seemed somewhat out of breath but she tried to hide it. When Trixie finally noticed that Abigail had the prized seat she huffed a quick "Oh hell no" before bounding over and sitting almost completely on Abby.

Abby squealed and yelped when Trixie's landing was harder than anticipated. She wriggled enough to free her hip and ended up spooning the older girl, who seemed to settle perfectly in that spot. For some reason, it made Abigail nervous and fluttery. Not knowing what to do with her arm that bore the remote, she leaned tentatively on Beatrice's hip with it.

"Well aren't you comfy, big butt." Abby teased, "Want to watch something funny?"

The elder girl shifted slowly and nestled into Abby's lap further. There was that hard spot again. It must have been her phone, Abby rationalized.

"Nah, let's get dark and scary. A slasher is good."

Abby shrugged, still more focused on the presence between Trixie and herself, not to mention the lack of personal space. She felt sheepish as she looked down the girl's slender body to her bottom to see if any shape would end the mystery. A vibration made her jolt out of her haze and Trixie laughed, "What, scared already?" as she pulled her phone out of her front pocket. Abby stared at it. It was still there. Impatiently, Trixie stole the remote after snapping a surprise picture of the two of them and pressed play on Jeepers Creepers. "Hey!" Abigail complained but was shushed and waved off. Abby was at a loss on what to do with her hand again and once more it found Trixie's hip, which was perfect to squeeze at the jump scares.

- - - -

Trixie had enjoyed rubbing herself against Abby each time they were frightened, wondering if she felt her plug yet. Trixie had never been with a girl, but with her eyes open to new horizons testing boundaries had become second nature over the past year. Mr. Mason would have been proud, if he had known. Abby had been her little secret experiment, and she liked it that way.

The younger girl had fallen asleep on the couch after they watched a cartoon to ease themselves out from that video nightmare. Trixie had covered her with a blanket and gave her a peck on the forehead before disappearing into the night.

Stalking back towards the showers, Trixie kept off the path. There was a small entrance within the bushes that she could fit into and she crawled on her hands and knees to the wooden structure. Her stomach churned with anticipation, her body tingling with excitement. Tonight was to be a long night. Moving a poorly stapled cloth aside, Trixie found a smoothed out hole. Tilting her head, she allowed some moonlight to shine into the hole. A whisper wafted out of it and there was some stifled shuffling before the bulbus head of a cock appeared.

The veiny shaft excited Trixie more than the smores at dinner did and she coaxed more of its length out with a gentle kiss on it's tip. The freckled boy inside moaned, straining against the wood to enter her mouth. Trixie made soft sounds of her own as she obliged. He was harder than a rock and soon enough wetter than rain as she played with his shaft with her tongue. The kneeling girl didn't hear some rustling behind her, having been so engorged by his cock. Nor did she hear the soft gasp as Abigail witnessed one of Trixie's hidden talents.

The brunette watched with intense fascination as Beatrice's head bobbed up and down, practically kissing the shower boards each time. She felt something stirring within herself as she looked on. She knew how wrong it was but she let the feeling take hold, a hand snaking down her silk shorts to find her nub. What would it be like to suck on a strangers cock? She hadn't even been with a familiar boy yet, let alone someone anonymous. There was a certain flair to that though.

Trixie gagged as the boy had thrust at an unexpected time and she replaced her mouth with her hand as she recovered. That's when she looked over her shoulder and if Abby hadn't decided to crouch down herself she would have surely been spotted. But the elder girl didn't see her and was quickly back to sucking on his shaft. It wasn't much longer before his groaning turned into grunts as he spurt hot cum into her throat. Trixie swallowed greedily and sat back on her heels with a big smile. There was always a little extra rush she got when she knew her partner got off because of her. Abigail herself hadn't quite finished when Trixie stood and stretched. She fled back to the cabin with her core hotter than the sun, her blood pumping. She threw off her shoes and jumped into bed. She had to calm her breath down before she got caught.

- - - -

Trixie stayed outside and quietly called her Sir from the cabin porch. Mr. Mason had been withholding for a week now and even brushes of fabric were starting to drive her mad with lust. He hadn't lightened his demands at all, which made it even more difficult to withstand. The video call had been more torture as he called for a strip tease as she recounted her boy exploits, while he stroked himself just out of view.

"I wish my throat was caked in your cum and not his" she purred, still tasting the salt on her lips. Only his hungry eyes eating into her visage let her know how close he was to finishing and it frustrated her to no end. There wasn't a happy ending for her when he came into a tissue with a lament of not having his cock sleeve available. She stifled a groan, her thighs grinding together as she listened to her final task of the night, and her reward that accompanied it.

The wind greeted Trixie at her doorstep, caressing every inch of her naked form as she stepped out into the darkness. Her eyes scanned her inky black surroundings, worried that she'd get caught by patrolling staff or a rogue nightwalker. She wondered if her plug caught the soft lights above, flashing a sparkle between her cheeks as she strut through camp. Her thoughts carried her away almost as swiftly as her feet did and before long she'd found herself at the gentle waves of the lake.

The little bout of exhibition was thrilling, and the heat that it had caused within her was extinguished almost instantly as she waded into the water. Sucking in air sharply, she tried avoiding her chest entering the water for as long as possible before plunging the rest of herself in.

The water enveloped her completely as she swam out a little further. Once she couldn't reach Trixie rolled into her back and floated there in the gentle moonlight. Her fingers traced her illuminated outline over her two breasts down to her navel. She spread her legs, looking down at them to where the dock seemed ready to penetrate her and her thoughts went back to her Sir. Maybe he'd keep her for a full weekend once she was back home to make up for lost time. Surely he'd been enjoying playing with her from afar, but Trixie knew just how much more fun toys were when they were in hand. Hers dropped from her slender waist down below to her bottom, fingering her plug slowly. Just pushing it in invited a moan from the girl.

She pulled out a single bulb and pushed it back inside sharply, a yelp accompanying it. She bit her lip as her other hand crawled over her mound and split her lips. Her middle finger dipped inside just enough to stroke her gspot as she played with her plug. She floated on her back and with her legs spread as best as she could, imagining an audience atop the dock. Her eyes closed, her fingers danced and her body bucked with ecstasy as she finally came. She milked each wave as much as she could, her legs trembling in their wake.

A gust of wind brought her back to reality and she shook from the cold. He hadn't specified how long she was to swim and fuck herself for and she rationalized there was a higher chance of her being caught walking back than she did floating despite her secret show. Her hair clung to her face and back as she made her way back towards her cabin. Her achy body hoped that he would have left another message of praise or something kind. She felt weak and comfort was what she sought now.

Abby had guessed that enough time had passed that she could pretend to have woken up to go to the bathroom. She noticed that Trixie's bed was still empty. She paused rubbing her eyes and looked around, and headed outside. There she ran into quite the view.

Trixie's hair was still dripping with water, droplets tracing her naked figure. Goosebumps adorned her pale shoulders and down her arms, which, upon seeing Abigail, wrapped around her bare bosom instinctively. Despite her shock, Abigail's eyebrow raised in inquiry.

"I-I uhh. M-my suit was on the bench and someone took it while I was swimming. Damn boys, you k-know, right?" she looked at the younger girl pleadingly. Her chilly nipples felt like they'd cut her arm as she covered them tightly. Her second hand had fallen to clasp over her mound, which felt like the only part of her that continued to radiate heat. That seemed to embarrass her more. Abigail considered her for only a moment more before she stepped aside and let Beatrice come into their cabin mercifully. Her Big Sister looked relieved, yet still very red in the face.

Trixie rushed to the bathroom, a flash of something between her cheeks caught Abby's eye and wrapped herself in as many towels as she could find. She knew she had to face Abby still but she wasn't sure how. She didn't have time to think, only to act. Once she was wrapped up, steeling herself Trixie practically ripped the plug from her ass. She felt blood leak into her mouth as she bit her lip to stop her scream. Shaking and clutching her warm, wet plug in one hand, she stepped out into their room.

Wringing her hair out with her other hand as she stumbled over her words, Trixie asked, "You'd be okay with k-keeping this to ourselves? This isn't exactly something we're supposed to be doing."

"Keep it to ourselves? Don't you want to get your suit back?"

Trixie paused and chided herself, how could she have forgotten her cover already. "Y-yeah I do but I'd rather investigate on my own. The staff doesn't have to get involved for something so silly as a boy's prank." Her smile didn't seem to phase Abigail or her suspicion.

Trixie blushed again and looked away. The sooner this ended the better." Look, love, I'm tired and cold. Do you mind?" she twirled her finger, wanting Abby to turn around so she could dress. Abigail took her time doing so, catching a small glimpse of Trixie's firm bottom, with no clear marking of whatever was there the other night. The young girl shook her head, realizing she had been staring. Did she just check Trix out? The two of them had become rather close over the past few weeks but there's no way she'd be interested. But this night had been so full of secrets, so many surprises. Head swarming and heart thumping, she decided that heading back to bed was the simplest option here.

Hiding her shame underneath her covers, Trixie finally dared look at her phone and it brightened her mood as she read "Such a good girl you've been. I cannot wait to get my hands on you." Nothing seemed to ever beat the warm feelings she was wrapped in from seeing those words. It helped wash her mistake away and let her drift off soundly.

- - - -

She wasn't even sure how she had slept that night. Abigail stared at the ceiling for longer than she should have before her head tilted onto the pillow and settled on Trixie's bed. The slender curve of the older girl gently moved with each steady breath. Her hair sat in a tangled pool on her pillow and her arm lay along her side with her hand resting on her hip. How, even in her slumber, could Beatice be so beautiful?

Her thoughts turned to yesterday, to what she saw. Trixie was beautiful then too, in a sexy, forbidden way if that were possible. Abigail found her hand slipping down between her legs as she reflected on Trixie's large, round bottom sitting just above the dirt. Her blonde hair bobbing on the shaft of some unknown boy. Abigail's finger brushed her pantyline- Trixe's confidence and mastery of herself had quite the effect on her.

Abigail moaned softly as she dipped a finger inside herself. She froze though, the noise almost echoing through the quiet cabin. She resigned herself to be silent as a second finger joined the first. Her eyes fell on Trixie's figure once more and her mind flooded with the thought of her standing naked in the moonlight before her. She was breathtaking then, and in this moment as Abigail lost herself to thoughts of Trixie's fingers inside her instead of her own.

Why had she gone to the lake for a swim so late? Had she been skinny-dipping by herself? And the showers.. what if that was Abigail kneeling in the dirt, mouth busy with some boy's shaft? Abigail's other hand snuck down her body and gently drummed her clit. She couldn't stop the soft mewling noise that escaped her. What if Trixie rolled over and caught her playing with herself? How would she react? Abby bit her lip, what if she came over and joined her in bed?

Her fingers increased in rhythm as she imagined herself pressed against the bed, pinned down by Trixie's lithe body and supple hips. She cast another look at her sleeping form and she dared moan again. That moan led to another and soon she felt her legs quivering under her hands as a surprising yet powerful orgasm ripped through her.

When she pulled her creamy hand from between her legs she froze in shocked realization. She just masturbated to her sleeping friend. Shame sprung her out of her bed onto shaky legs. She dressed quickly and bolted from the house as quietly as she could. What was happening to her?

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The next morning Beatrice awoke to find the cabin empty. It wasn't expected for them to spend every moment together but after last night's awkwardness it didn't bode well for Trixie. She winced when she sat up in bed and groaned as she stuffed her legs into some jeans. Her backside yelled at her with every movement, achy, sore and way too tender. Ripping out the plug had to be the worst idea ever but she wasn't thinking straight last night. A hazy fear had compelled her.

When she stepped onto the porch she found her discarded clothes and sheepishly she brought them inside. If he'd known how sloppy she had been yesterday she surely would have been punished. The thought of a spanking thrilled her but she shook her head and went out in search of her little sister.

Thursday was "A" day. That meant Archery, Anatomy, and Astronomy. The kids liked to joke that it was "anal" day too but Trixie believed no one was brave enough to follow through with that, or they simply hadn't had the opportunity. She mulled over whether she'd get to do that before camp was over, but it was unlikely she'd receive permission to do so. That was Mr. Mason's favorite hole after all.

- - - -

Struggling with her guilt and racing heart, Abigail had headed straight for the boys' showers. She crawled the same path that she saw Trixie take and found the cloth that blocked the hole. Even though the shower was empty when she peaked through, it felt like her heart sat in her throat. Her hands were clammy when she noticed some paper on the ground in the shower. She had to get it.

Daring to crawl back through the bush and crouch around to the shower door she bolted inside. Finding the right stall where the hole was took longer than she had hoped but eventually she had the paper clutched in her hand and back on the path towards her cabin. She didn't dare look at the page before she got inside, barely noting Trixie's absence.

Carefully uncrumbling the paper, she uttered "the fuck..." in confusion as she stared at a picture of a shower and a little black spider with a red mark on it. Thoroughly confused, she turned the paper over seeking any more clues as to what it meant. She shook her head and tossed the note in the trash, figuring it to be useless doodles of some boy. Thinking and uneasy, she picked it out of the trash and stuck it in her pocket. She was no closer to understanding why her Big Sister was doing what she did and why she acted stuck up in public. She also wondered why she herself felt envious of Trixie. Smart, sexy, and gets action? Why couldn't she measure up, or at least get the chance to?

She thought of the older girl and felt a small flutter and a rush of color to her face. Why couldn't she be as brave as Trixie? Abby dispelled the thoughts and headed to her science class, book already in hand. Big Sisters were allowed to sit in on classes to help their Littles study but today Abby felt like it'd be best to sort herself out on her own. She was most confused and even though she struggled with science from time to time, her social life had become her worst subject yet.

To her dismay Trixie received a text saying "I'll be good for class today. See you later tonight." from Abigail. She flopped down on a bench near the school building. She couldn't just ignore Abby's wishes despite wanting to. She fiddled with her phone and she almost texted Mr. Mason about her dilemma but something stopped her. She had wanted to keep Abigail to herself, for now at least. She felt a special soft spot for her little sister, an almost protective role. It wasn't that she didn't trust him. It was like.. Maybe Abigail was her little gem. One she might have damaged due to her idiocy.

She did decide to call him though, knowing his voice would calm her down from whatever nerves were getting to her. The phone rang a few times before he picked up.

"Is something wrong, Miss Beatrice?"

"N-no Sir. I just needed to say h-hi. I missed your voice." she missed a lot more than his voice.

"We just spoke last night." he stated matter of factly, his voice sounding unamused. "You know not to call me unless it's an emergency."

"I-I know it's just..." she bit her lip, unsure of how to continue, "It's camp stuff that's bugging me and I was hoping for some guidance. You're right, this was silly of me and I'm overreacting. I apologize Sir."

"I didn't expect the boys at summer camp to be that difficult for you, little slut. That's quite disappointing."

Her mood soured worse as she stammered "I-I'm sorry again Sir. I'll figure things out using what you've taught me."

"Good girl." he said before hanging up without a goodbye. She both loved and hated that he did that, today it was hate. She needed more than disappointing him. And it wasn't the boys that were too much for her. It was her little sister who she feared she was on thin ice with. She wasn't sure how she'd be able to fix how she wronged her. Or exactly how she wronged her.

Dinner was quiet without Abigail. One of the Big Brothers came to sit with Trixie but he only somewhat kept her interest. He had been angling for sex for some time now and that almost worked this time as a distraction from her confusion. She at least knew how to handle fucking. She wasn't supposed to do more than blow jobs here, as her body was Mr. Mason's, but after their exchange on the phone earlier she considered defying him. That might feel good at least.

She found herself in the bathroom with Scott, the persistent Brother. He barely bothered to lift up her shirt before greedily groping her chest while she worked on undoing his belt. Since her mishap with Mr. Mason and Plan B Trixie had gotten herself on the pill. She was supposed to wear protection still but this sex wasn't for Mason, it was for her.

She finally tore down his shorts and teased out his hard cock. She licked his head a few times, familiar with his size from the glory hole. His hands had moved to her hips, gripping her flesh whenever he could. His kisses were messy, inexperienced. His excitement led him to grasp her leg and pull it up high. Leaving her to balance uncomfortably on one, his prick stabbed at her mound until he found her pretty pussy lips. Eager to get on with the main event she grasped his cock and guided him into her. She yelped in brief anguish as he bottomed out in her.

"Gaah Trix you're so tight" he panted into her ear heavily. His girth did hurt her despite her readiness.

He pulled back and thrusted into her again. His hand under her leg dug into her skin to the point where it hurt. His other hand was under her ass and it had its own mind groping her there.

"God this is so much better holding you better than the wall!" Trixie rolled her eyes at the grateful and eager bot. Her hand went behind his head, found fistful of hair and yanked down hard.

"Just shut up and fuck me." She growled huskily, not letting go of his hair until his teeth found her breast. She moaned as he clamped down on her nipple and she grinded into his lap in response. He was more than happy to oblige.

Scott's breath eventually grew labored, his bites and his thrusts sloppy. Trixie could feel a few hickies on her neck and she hardly cared. It took a few erratic thrusts for her to realize how close he was. His lips found her ear and he started begging to let him cum in her. A red light flashed in her mind, pulling her out of her lustful haze.

"S-Scott no, not that." She struggled to free herself from his body, his cock still pulsing inside her.

"Oh come on baby, I'm so close" he begged again. Panic started to grow as his grip tightened and she slammed herself into the wall and dropped to her knees. His groan of agony was replaced with one of sheer pleasure as he exploded all over her face. Her opened mouth did little to stop his spurting shaft. She did what she could to suck the rest out, tasting her cunt on his softening shaft. She moaned once more, feeling filthy and so high off of it.

Trixie sat back as far as she could, the back of her head lightly thudding against the wall as she looked up at the disheveled boy. His expression was one of awe as he met her eyes and soaked in her cummy visage.

Her grin was borderline grimace as she locked eyes with Scott. She had gotten too carried away and it could have been costly. Mr. Mason wasn't here to save her if someone came inside her. She pulled on his hand and stood shakily, ignoring the fact that he was still partially undressed and left the stall wide open.

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Abigail sat on the edge of the sofa, note in her hand. Her phone was abandoned on the chase lounge they had laid so close the night before. She could see the flash indicating a missed call but she ignored it.

She barely stirred when the door opened and Trixie paused in the doorway. The brunette had a mixed expression on her face, guilt being the foremost one followed by surprise. Her eyes followed down her arms to her hand and she swallowed hard. She felt like she was on trial.

Abigail stood and walked close to Trixie. She saw how messy her shirt was and her hurt glare hardened.

"Why are you keeping secrets from me? I thought we shared everything together."

"I'm not hiding anything fr--" Abigail cut her off with a dismissive wave at her disheveled look and threw the paper at her. Trixie barely caught it before it fell and she saw the crumpled picture of the spider and everything finally clicked. That didn't mean that words came easily to her.

"I--I can explain.." she stalled, unsure of how to start.

"Explain that you've been sneaking around behind my back doing what? Messing around with every guy in camp? And one guy flirts with me and you push him away? To what? Fuck him in a bathroom? Or not even that..what the hell did you do?" Her words were sharp but her cheeks were red. Had she been crying?

"A-Abby I didn't mean to hur-" Trixie stammered, "I thought you'd hate me…"

" Hate you? I don't hate you I l- I don't know what I feel about you but it isn't hate." Abigail clumsily admitted. She looked away, holding her arms close to herself and nodded at Trixe's shirt. "Start with that."

Trixie was more than aware of the blush creeping down her chest as she looked in the direction of Abby's gesture. "This? Well… I needed a.. distraction and well that Scott guy, seemed like he could help with that. It got a little messy at the end." She laughed awkwardly but let the sound die as she saw how unamused Abigail was. She cleared her throat and looked down at the torn page in her hand, the one with the spider on it.

"Ahem.. well.. Over the past year or so I've been involved in a lot of..extra curricular activities that involve a lot of.. well, guys. With this.. I've been keeping my distance from anyone wanting more than just, ah, sex. By staying anonymous, I get what I need, they get what they want and nothing more. No feelings but physical." She searched Abby's face for disgust but saw none, she was being hard to read.

Trix opened her mouth to continue her confessions but nothing came out. She couldn't figure out how to explain Mr. Mason, or the dynamic that they had. How could a student be so involved with a teacher? She tried to cover her conflicted face by sitting down next to Abby and grasped her hands. Surely she could keep one thing to herself. "I know I betrayed your trust but please know I didn't do it to hurt you. I was..taught that subtlety was key and it adds to the excitement. I know that doesn't make much sense.."

She thought for some time quietly. Abby's hand was in Trixie's pleading ones. She felt warm inside being this close to the older girl. If she wanted more, she'd have to delve into this hidden world of hers. She squeezed Trixe's hand tight.

"I want in." Abigail declared.



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Trixie sat back in the bushes, arms wrapped around her legs with her chin buried in her knees, eyes locked on her target. Abby shifted uneasily, both from anticipation and Trixie's presence. Abigail had not been with anyone at this point and even she knew that this was unorthodox. But she had seen how enveloped Trixie had become and how it had aroused her. It was her turn to shine.

They had been sitting behind the showers silently for a few minutes before Abby realized she had forgotten to move the cloth from the hole. Almost immediately she heard a "Oh fuck, did you see that?" before a finger poked out of the wooden hole in exploration. Abby looked over her shoulder, puzzled. Her Big Sister rolled her eyes and took to suckling and tounging her own finger to give her the hint.

Abigail turned her attention to the probing finger and gently trapped it within her mouth. While it was frozen in disbelief, she remembered what Trix had told her and she started sucking while circling her tongue around his finger.

An excited whisper of "God yes!" came through the wall when the finger withdrew suddenly. His fleshy head torpedoed through the hole so quickly that it bopped Abigail in the cheek. Despite Trixie's snickering, to her credit, Abigail threw her tongue out to help direct the rod. She wasn't expecting the taste or smell of his cock to be what it was. Musky, but not exactly sweaty. It was a deep smell, one that only got stronger as she took his head tentatively into her mouth. He thrusted eagerly, wanting more of her warmth and he bumped the inside of her teeth. Abigail's hand went around his girth upon the third thrust jabbing her throat suddenly, sending her into a coughing fit.

The skin around his shaft yielded slightly and slid atop the iron rod that Abigail was sucking on. It fascinated her and through her toying with his cock she elicited quite a groan from the boy. She made a small noise of pleasure in response, one that surprised even her. She didn't expect to enjoy this as much as she was. Trixie, however, had an idea of how much she'd enjoy it.

So much so that the older girl couldn't sit still, her lust building as she listened to the sloppy sounds of her little sister taking her first cock. It was torture not to grind against her hand until the need to move became too great. She crept up towards the bathhouse and squeezed to Abigail's side, ignoring the few scratches from the bush.

Abigail's beautiful hair was slightly matted and her eyes were closed, intently focused on not choking as she bobbed on the boys shaft. His groaning had become a little more frequent just as his mini thrusts had grown more erratic. Trixie captured every move with her flickering eyes, shifting in her kneeling position with mounting unrest.

Watching Abigail prematurely react to the boy's orgasm was both amusing and painful. Trixie had grown to love the taste of cum and that made her glory hole even better than taking boys under the bleachers at school. She licked her lips as she watched beads of the white liquid drip off Abby's chin and onto her neck. She was lost in a moment as she saw just how beautiful the younger girl was. Her train of thought came back to the present as the deflating cock disappeared into the black hole.

"Oh Mr. Scott Jesus you were right. That black widow takes more than just your cum! Why can't we share this with the others?"

"Because you don't ruin a good thing, Josh. Now shut up or scram." the staff member scolded the spent boy before unzipping his shorts. He had been hard thinking about Trixie's mouth for the past two days. Having edged himself a few times he knew he'd reward her with a massive load. Thinking about what he could do without a wall there threatened his stamina he had built. It didn't matter though because as soon as his shaft fit through the hole it was enveloped by Abigail. His skin was saltier than the boys' before and his girth was much larger. She could only fit him halfway into her inexperienced throat. Bracing to stave off more gagging, Abby closed her eyes.

There was a slight brush against her cheek and it startled her to open hers to meet Trixie's eager eyes. She winked as her tongue lapped at the untouched part of his shaft. She moaned slightly as Abigail's tongue licked at her open mouth while she pleased him.

"Whaa... Oh good fucking christ" Scott blared out, letting his head drop back and released a groan when he felt Trixie suckling the side while Abigail worked her tongue around his thick head. This was unbelievable.

Both girls felt a surge of endorphins race through them as they hesitantly explored each other's mouths as they kissed and sucked Scott's length. Trixie was amazed at how soft Abigail's lips were and just how sweet she tasted compared to his hard shaft. When Abigail moaned into her mouth she about came herself, pinching herself just in time to stop that from happening. Abigail on the other hand didn't have that much control over her body.

She had been conflicted about her feelings with Trixie for some time now, especially after finding out about her secrets. The butterflies in her stomach swarmed each time Trixie trained her tender lips onto Abigail's, who was more than welcoming for her tongue. They were ravenous, an unending hunger that consumed them both and killed their inhibitions. Scott was lucky to be a part of it but had no idea that Abigail's hand had found its way to Trixie's chest, cupping her breast and squeezing lightly. The older girl leaned into her embrace, returning the touch and doubling it with a hand on her thigh.

Trixie's mouth abandoned Scott as it trailed down Abigail's neck, licking up the drying cum from the boy before. She nipped at her shoulder and forced a soft moan from her little sister. Her hands had grown firmer as she groped her until Scott complained about losing the second mouth. Trixie only minded so much though, because that meant she could go back to exploring Abby's mouth.

He couldn't hold out much longer though. With both of them teasing and tickling his head with their tongues he felt his balls tighten with ecstacy. Slapping his hand into the wooden wall he thrust hard and unleashed rope after rope of sticky cum. It was even hotter imagining their cute faces coated in his spunk which emptied him even further. When he was done sputtering he withdrew his cock, exhaustedly thanking the pair of widows who had zapped him of all his strength. The girls barely heard the boy exclaim his jealousy to Scott as their voices moved off. The haze of sexual starvation hadn't lifted yet as each girl looked at the other. Abigail had cum dripping from her hair and Trixie felt some on the side of her nose. She pulled it off with a finger and offered it to her little sister, who gingerly sucked it clean. Her mouth was tired sure, but the gentleness was clear. It was then that Abigail knew that she had more than just hormones at work here. She really liked Trixie for who she was, the whole wonderful, naughty little package she was. What made her uneasy though, as she gazed into Trixie's glassy eyes, was that she wasn't sure if the elder girl felt the same way. What was worse, she was already dating someone, right? At least she thought that she was. Trixie had done a poor job of explaining it to her.

Abby smiled at her as she withdrew her finger. "That was.. That was unlike anything I've ever done." Trixie admitted, smiling back at her friend.

The silence was disturbed by a short burst of giggles as the adrenaline rushed through them. Trixie grabbed Abby's hand and together they stumbled through the camp, past the quizzical boys and nearly fell into their cabin. Abigail felt lightheaded and lighthearted. She felt freer than she ever had before. Her hand was still in Trixie's when the cabin door closed. The two couldn't stop laughing.

Abigail's smile closed in on Trixie's as their momentum brought her to a stop against the older girl's body. Her eyes flickered over Beatrice's face, the sound of laughter dissolving into nervous giggles just before they were silenced by their lips meeting. Trixie's shock melted away into the kiss, tasting past the salted cum on her lips to Abby's soft sweetness. Her hand squeezed the younger girls while the other pulled her in closer. Abby's free hand groped Trixie's full hip, reaching around to find her ass pinned against the wooden door. She wanted more of her. Needed more of her.

The little sister slipped her tongue in Trixie's mouth, curiously caressing Trixe's. Her hand slid up under the back of the older girl's shirt, fingering each smooth crevice of skin she discovered under the white cloth.

Trixie pushed off of the door, her hands just as eager to explore Abigail. The pair stumbled over to the lounge and toppled over. This led to more bubbly laughter before their lips locked again. Abigail slid her leg atop Trixie's stomach until she was seated firmly in her lap. Her fingers felt drunk as they fumbled at the older girl's shirt, tugging it upwards.

"H-hang on." Trixie gasped between giggles. She helped free her torso and paused when she saw Abby's expression of awe. The heat rising in her face wasn't one she could explain. She'd been naked in front of people before, but this felt different. It was as if neither girl breathed as Trixie reached back and unlatched her bra. The padding became loose from her pert breasts.

Abby's eyes followed from the curve of her breasts up to her shoulders. Her fingers followed and trembled, gingerly removing the straps from Trixie's shoulders. The nape of her neck called to her longingly and Abby slowly gave in. Her breath was hot on Trixie's neck and her lips were tender. Beatrice finally exhaled with a moan as Abby worshipped her body.

The younger girl worked her way down and backstepped for what seemed like an eternity. Kisses and nips trailed down her shoulder. Her mouth explored every inch of her chest, her fingers hugging Trixie's wide hips as she ground theirs together.

Abby was delighted feeling a fire within Trixe's skin grow with each touch as well as goosebumps form as her kisses trailed down her slender stomach. Abby's curiosity guided her just as much as Trixie's sounds did.

Trixie had Abby's hair entwined in her hand. She could feel dried patches of cum in it and her grip tightened as Abby's hand slipped up her shorts to stroke her pantyline- Trixie was plenty wet already.

"What are we doing?" She asked, gulping. The question hung heavy in the air. Abby hadn't been thinking, she had just been acting. Her hand was still, resting against Trixie's warmth.

"Shhh. I'm studying. Don't make too much noise, okay?" The younger girl barely believed her own confidence as her attention shifted back underneath Trixie's shorts. One finger traced the outline of her panties while the others toyed with her zipper.

Trixie propped herself up to watch as Abby sniffed her damp finger before aiding in shimmying out of her shorts.

Even with the cloth protecting her slit she felt so bare before Abigail. She was true to her word and with a calculated hand she pulled away the panties to one side to examine Trixie's oyster. Her lips were puffy, pink bordering on red and the slight sheen that reflected in the cabin light caught Abby's attention. One long finger traced down between her lips, dipping in ever so slightly. The touch made Trixie quiver and that delighted Abby. What she did next had Trixie mewling.

She had replaced her finger with her tongue, too eager to taste her big sister. Her scent was overpowering, so much sweeter than the musk of the boys' shaft earlier. She tasted earthier too, Abby thought as she tongued just around the entrance of her pussy.

"M-more Abby. Please?" She watched and waited with baited breath as Abby's tongue neared her clit but didn't quite make it there. Her plea was barely answered as her nub was flicked a few times before going back to being ignored. Abby noted the twitching in Trixie's leg.

Trixie's scent kept her chained to her pussy. Her tongue trailed lower yet, along her taint. Her Big Sister held her breath as she tongued her asshole tentatively. She couldn't see it, but Abby's face was bright red as she toyed with her puckered hole. She had been fascinated with it ever since she had seen something poking out of it and she had admired her gorgeous ass for even longer.

She wriggled her finger against her rim, tickling it with both tips. Trixie squirmed and whimpered. Her mouth abandoned her asshole once her hole was damp and just as she pushed it inside her mouth clamped around the older girl's clit. Her gasp was delightful and the moan that followed was even more delicious.

"Oohh god Abby just like that!"

She worked her finger into Trixie's tight hole as she lapped at her clit. Trixie struggled to keep her legs open and not to wrap them around Abby- she was already shoving the girl's head into her cunt. She was amazed with Abbys tenacity but suddenly cried out with a yowl. Abby had bitten her clit by mistake and the little nub throbbed tremendously. The pain had caught her off guard but the after effect brought her back and she whispered for her to do it again. Abby bit down, trapping her clit between her teeth and assaulted it with her tongue.

Her finger inside Trixe's asshole hadn't been forgotten. While twisting in pain from her teeth Trixie was trying to grind down on her knuckles. Abby was fascinated by the texture inside her and pushed a second finger in, scissoring them to feel more of her big sister. The grooves and ridges differed from her pussy greatly but the tightness of it was insane. There was warmth here too and she sought more of it with each thrust.

Beatrice began to shake and her legs wrapped around Abby against her will and her whole body tensed up.

"Abby!!!" She gasped just as she came hard on the girl's mouth. Her rim took her fingers prisoner over and over as Abby tasted her cream. The younger girl lapped at her quivering pussy in sheer awe of what she had done to her.

Instead of being wiped out from her orgasm, Trixie pulled Abby up by her hair and kissed her deeply. She felt empty once her fingers left her asshole but she had better things to do. Pulling her to their bed, she pushed the younger girl down on her back.

Trixie crawled atop the smaller girl, who laid perfectly still in her bed save for her hungry eyes. Their lips locked and Trixie could taste herself all over them. Her kiss deepened as her wandering hand found its way between the small gap of Abby's thighs. Much like the girl did earlier, Trixie traced her outline, which was already soaked. Without waiting too long, Trixie's finger plunged into her depths. Abby squirmed under her as a second finger joined the first.

She explored the girl's insides, finding where Abby moaned the most. When she discovered her gspot the girl bucked and groaned. Trixie pulled her fingers out with a slick sound and offered them to Abby. She took them in her mouth, tasting herself and licking them clean of her juices. Once her fingers had returned inside of Abby, Trixie claimed her prize from Abby's tongue. The mixture of their musk was intoxicating.

Her fingers found a rhythm that had Abby panting in no time. Her hips moved up in sync with Trixie's thrusts, joining in on the fingerfucking. Trixie found her gspot again and started rubbing harder. Abby bit her lip, trying to quiet herself but failed miserably. She was in heaven and she felt herself fall over the edge in slow motion. Then her back arched in a quick jerking motion and a moment later she squirted all over Trixe's arm as she came. The liquid surprised them both but Trixie fingered her through her orgasm. She felt her quake around her fingers for some time before she slumped into the bed, utterly spent.

Trixie sniffed and licked at the wetness on her arm. It was thinner than she had expected and it tasted almost watered down.

"I.. I didn't know I could do that.. I didn't know you could make me do that." Abby admitted, exhausted.

Trixie laughed, slightly out of breath herself, "I've never done that myself. Return the favor sometime?"

The question hung in the air. Neither really thought about what they had been doing, what kind of line they had crossed. Even now, their hearts still raced in their chest and it made thinking hard.

Trixie collapsed onto her side next to Abby, who had scooched over for the older girl. She wrapped her arm protectively around Abby, who asked quietly "Would you want a next time?"

"There's so much I want to do with you, little one." Her response sent butterflies all over Abby, who yawned gently. The two fell asleep one after the other in the stillness of the cabin, the scent of their sex still lingering in the cool air.

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Abby awoke before Trixie again and laid there looking at the brunette. She was still in disbelief that they had done so much and her heart fluttered thinking about where they would go.

Untangling herself from the older girl she went to the bathroom and showered quietly. Trix was still sleeping when she got out and had wrapped her hair in a towel. Trixies phone chimed somewhere by the couch and Abby went to go find it. She didn't expect the screen to be unlocked and the battery to be so low. She thought to plug it in when the message on the screen caught her eye.

You need a reminder of who you belong to. You may think you have self control and free will but that's only when I allow it. I know you're misbehaving and I'll be dealing with you myself soon. For now, wear your plug today and spank your pussy with a wooden spoon five times for every cock you've sucked or fucked without my permission. I expect a full report by the end of the day, slut.

Abigail blinked a few times and scrolled up through the messages. There were plenty of things that this “Sir” told Trixie to do and she followed every line to a t. There were so many pictures of Beatrice but none of this guy, whoever he was. Was he her boyfriend? He seemed really controlling and Trix seemed to eat that up. Wait, if this was her boyfriend, does that mean Abby had cheated with her last night? Did that mean that Trixie had been cheating on him during the whole summer camp? It didn’t register that she told him about her “outings”, wasn’t that still cheating?

Her heart felt heavy in her chest. What had she done? She felt guilty and something else. Pain? She really, really liked Trixie. She thought they had something, or at least were possibly starting something. She couldn’t now. Not knowing that she was the “other.”

Again, she slipped out of the cabin before Trixie woke up, hiding herself away on the lake, missing one of her last days of classes in favor of self-pity and self loathing. She had left her phone in the canoe and sat under the trees, watching the gentle waves as she cried.

Trixie was up not a short time later and she didn’t have too much time to think about Abby’s disappearance. She was already late for her final staff meeting and had to rush out the door. Before the meeting Trixie ran to the cafe. It had been cleared out and closed down after breakfast as today they'd be having food over the campfire for lunch and dinner. She only had a spare few minutes of time to complete her task and she was running sorely behind. She knew she'd suffer extra because of that. Trixie found a wooden spoon in the kitchen area and looked around. Here was as good a place as any, she thought, and then her thoughts went to the number of strikes she needed to implement. How many boys had she fucked around with here? She hadn't been keeping track that well.

Trixie had started to scroll through their text thread to count but quickly lost interest. She figured fifty swats would suffice, and if it didn't his hand would deal what more was needed. Deciding on fifty made her wince already before she had even pulled her pants down.

She knew from experience that he'd want them hard and fast. She started out exactly that way, counting each strike under her breath. Soon the pitch in her voice heightened and her body jerked with every odd strike. Whenever the spoon found her clit she'd jump and whine loudly, followed by a shocked gasp and another strike. Trixie had to pause in the mid thirties as she was certain she had drawn blood somehow. Her brief inspection of her beaten pussy brought tears to her eyes.

Knowing he was at work brought a touch of mischievousness and she decided to record an audio clip of her last ten spanks. By then her pussy was aflame with fiery needles of pain and her cries echoed through the empty kitchen. Someone would surely hear her if they were walking in the hallways nearby. By her final count Trixe was in tears and it was clear in her voice the number of pain. The strikes had slowed dramatically and their intensity had lessened somewhat. She realized she should have recorded in the beginning but then he would have missed out on her crying and his little slut knew exactly how much he loved her tears. She sent it and returned the spoon to its resting spot. Pulling up her shorts was horrible and when the denim touched her lips she whimpered. This was going to be an awful reminder all day of what she had done. Her hazy thoughts turned to Abby once more, and she flipped to her text to send her another one. Where was that girl hiding?

She made it to her meeting and sat down in agony. She did her best to hide her grimace, scanning the room for a more than familiar face. She was still extremely horny from the night before and now with her spanking she was almost insatiable and she wanted to fix that before she talked to Mason again. Failing to see Scott, she slipped out of the meeting with an excuse to see the nurse and headed for the cafe. Maybe she could spank herself into an orgasm. She wasn't sure if her pussy let out a fearful tear or if she was wettening further at the thought.

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Wiping the tears from her red eyes Abby marched into the cafe. She locked eyes with Scott and went straight up to him. Without warning she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him, ignoring the shocked sounds from the other two boys there.

“I’m the Black Widow. Do whatever you want to me.” She barely felt like herself as he wrapped his hands around her hips and lifted her onto the table. His hands moved up to her breasts without hesitation, gripping them almost too tightly. She winced but leaned into his touch, kissing his neck and closing her eyes. Despite the salt on his skin, her mind was still wandering to Trixie’s softness. Pushing the thoughts from her mind, she pulled him in closer with her legs.

“Well.. hang on a second.” The boy next to her said just before she felt someone’s hand sliding up her calf. When another hand crept up her other leg she flinched. Scott was still busy with her breasts and it took him no time to pull up her shirt and dispose of it on the cafeteria floor. Abby held her breath and tried to cover her bosom with her arms as her ass was encroached on by the younger boys. The one on Scott’s right, Kyle, had chosen to slip between her legs and up her skirt. She instinctively squeezed her legs shut on his hand but Scott moved quickly to pry her legs open.

“You said we could do anything, Abigail. Stay open.” He said with a sickening grin. His eyes devoured her small figure as Kyle pressed against the thin cloth of her panties.

“Put her on the ground, Nick.” Scott said, stepping back and unzipping his pants. Abigail was petrified, what had she gotten herself into? She felt Nick’s hands grab her ass and pull her off of the table. She landed hard on her hands and knees and shivered as she looked up straight into Scott’s cock. He butted against her lips as she felt her skirt being tossed up on her torso and her panties pulled down. When she opened her mouth to protest and try to stand up, he took the opportunity to shove his prick into her.

It was when Trixie turned the corner into the cafe, phone in hand when Kyle had pierced her pussy with his greedy fingers. She let out a pained cry when she felt Nick forced two fingers into her ass. The cry was short-lived as Scott had her hair in a vice grip in order to shove his hard cock inside her mouth. There were tears in her eyes.

The five of them were frozen in time, save for Abigail choking on Scott's cock. Her face was flushed bright red, with tears staining them. Each boy behind her had fingers shoved into her to their knuckles and clearly had bulges in their pants. Trixie assessed the situation as quickly as she could and acted fast. She closed the door behind her, locking it and walked as quickly as she could without running over to them, straight to Scott.

Trying to appear bigger than she was she lifted herself up on her toes to be eye level with Scott. Her hand went to where he held Abby prisoner and untwisted his fingers from her hair. This allowed the poor girl to pull back away from his cock, finally gasping for air.

"Let her go, Scott." Trixie demanded and the boy laughed in her face.

"Let her go? Trix, she wanted this. She's the black widow after all."

"I am you fucking moron. Let. Her. Go. Or.." She looked somewhat at a loss for words. Scott's slick cock was still out and she could tell by the small whining behind her that the boys hadn't stopped fingerfucking her. She even heard one of them unzipping his pants. They were too outnumbered here.

"Or what?" He asked. His hand went to Trixie's wrist and she looked at him pleadingly.

"Let her go, and I'll do whatever you want. W-we won't tell. She doesn't know any better and she doesn't deserve to be treated like this. Please.. you know how good I can be.." She said as her hand slipped down to his cock, stroking it slowly as she pushed her body up against him. He closed his eyes and exhaled slowly. He did like Trixie's body quite a lot and her mouth was much more talented. At least she was willing. Mostly. Scott knew what he wanted from her.

He abandoned Abby and tossed Trixie at the table. She caught herself and felt his hands on her hips. He tore off her shorts and whistled as he saw how angrily red her pussy was.

"What in the hell did you do to this?" he asked, fingering her roughly. She gritted her teeth and did what she could to smile.

"It's tender for you, Scott." She purred and that was all it took to get him to slam into her. His hips hit her ass and she dropped her head in blissful pain as he stuffed her. Trixie's pussy throbbed with each small movement he made.

"Hey Nick, get in on this." he called over his shoulder. The boy who was fingering Abby's asshole abandoned her and climbed on the table in front of Trixie after partially disrobing himself. Unceremoniously Nick shoved his package into her face as Scott yanked her hair up tight. He shoved her face into Nick's balls and Trixie went immediately to licking.

Kyle had unzipped his own pants and fear had kept Abby still. She turned around to him and looked at him with fear in her eyes, she whispered "I've never had sex before... please don't do this to me.." While the boy kept his fingers deep in her snatch. He looked over his shoulder at the threesome scraping the table against the floor and back at her.

"What's in it for me, Abigail?" he said, his finger rubbing on her clit. He really wanted to fuck her, he hadn't had sex either and there was this beautiful little cunt right in front of him. She tenitavely turned around, freeing herself from his fingers and licked the length of his shaft. He let out a soft moan as her mouth encased his head. Maybe he'd settle for this. His mind went blank as her tongue twirled around him.

Trixie was struggling to keep up, her throat was being thrusted into just as rapidly as her pussy was. Her eyes were squeezed shut tight and she tried bracing herself against the table, feeling bruises forming on her hips. Her hand was pulled behind her back by Scott, losing the leverage had her choking on Nick's cock once again.

Lucky for her, Nick didn't last long and when his hands clamped down on her head he spewed his load into her throat. Her coughing fit had cum leaking out of her mouth and around his shaft when he pulled out of her. She was wheezing and moaning, the pain blending in with pleasure. She squeezed her pussy around Scott and pushed back against him, cumming hard enough that her vision flickered.

What she didn't expect was Abby's face when she opened her eyes again. The girl whispered she was sorry as she kissed the older girl to the hooting and hollering of the boys around her. When Abby's face disappeared, Kyle'