FP Chapter 9

On the walk back to the cabin, you and Lara keep up the game: hot and cold.

“That was fun,” you say, squeezing Carly’s hand as she walks beside you nervously, keeping her eyes down.

"You have such a sexy body," Lara confirms to her.

“If you were more honest, we could have some real fun,” you add, letting go of her hand to squeeze her bottom. She squeaks and jumps, but Lara is there, putting her arm around the other girl’s shoulders.

“You are the most dishonest person. I must admit,” she says.

“No I’m not,” Carly protests. “I’m just…”

“Just what?” you ask. “Shy? Sweetie, there’s a way to deal with that.” You nudge her with your elbow.

You reach the cabin. She’s burning up with embarrassment at what happened, some shock at herself… some feelings about all the compliments, and she’s still on fire with unresolved horniness. It takes her a second to realize that something’s wrong.

You close the door and she looks at the empty cabin.

“Where is everyone?” she asks.

“Who cares?” Lara replies.

“I care,” Carly says, starting to panic. “I’m supposed to be in charge.”

“Carly, they’re all adults. We are all adults,” you say. “God. What are they going to say when they find out you do this? Pink Team captain literally won’t let anyone out of her sight? What is this, prison?”

“Yeah. Have you tried just not worrying about it?” Lara says casually, following you toward the bathroom.

Carly stands there indecisively, and just like you know she will, she doesn’t go out the door to hunt everyone down. She takes a step after you and Lara.

You both stop and turn back to her, and she flinches.

“What are you doing? You gonna peep at us in the shower?” you ask harshly. “You fucking perv.”

“What?” Carly is thrown. “But I’m sweaty…”

“Oh, she’s sweaty,” Lara says mockingly, going back to Carly. “Just admit it. You want to look at us naked. It’s not like we haven’t noticed.”

“That’s not it!” Carly protests. “It was hot in there.”

“Yeah, it was hot. Because you have such a slutty body.” You join Lara, getting in Carly’s face. “If I had a bod like yours, I’d want to get fucked too.”

“You don’t have to spy on us,” Lara says. “We’ll do it with you if you ask. We’ve been over this.”

“That’s not what I want?”

“Why’s it so hard for you to say? You’re dripping. It’s obviously what you want,” you say cruelly. “You’re worried about Dolly? About the team? Is this what you want to do? Worry all the time? What’s so hard about letting it go for five minutes? You wouldn’t have to spy on us.”

“I wasn’t trying to!”

“You weren’t going to follow us in there?” Lara says, pointing at the bathroom door.

“I’m allowed to be in there!”

“Just like we’re allowed to have fun,” you reply, grabbing her face and looking into her eyes. “Or is there a rule against that? That’s what I thought. I feel like getting spied on tonight, Carly. You aren’t going in there with us, but if you can stop lying for a second we can be friends. You want to play with us or not? Yes or no?” you demand, speaking over her as she tries to argue.

“No!” she shouts, and Lara spanks her ass hard.

“Ow!”

“That’s what happens to people who lie,” Lara says.

You still have her face, and you lean in close. “You don’t want me to kiss you? You don’t,” you say. “Tell me you don’t and I’ll let you go.”

She hesitates for too long. Her eyes close as she realizes that she just gave herself away, and she groans in frustration.

Eyes firmly shut, she growls the word: “Yes.”

You look at Lara and roll your eyes. “How hard was that?”

“Finally. This is what happens to girls who tell the truth.” Lara is behind her, and she slides her hands into the other girl’s sweaty tee and sports bra, squeezing both huge breasts. Carly lets out a shuddering moan, and you kiss her deeply.

She was already running like a river down there. Carly melts between you and Lara as you take turns forcing your tongues into her mouth and caressing every inch of her body. Her clothes come off easily, and you push her to the carpeted floor of the cabin. She lies there, watching you and Lara strip. Her brown, gorgeous body gleams from head to toe as though she’s been oiled up. Her dark nipples are so swollen and hard that they look painful.

“Good girl,” you say, kneeling naked between her legs. She spreads her legs willingly, although she won’t look you in the eye. You touch the tip of your cock to her slit and mound, slapping it lightly. Lara kneels by her head, catching one of Carly’s hands and holding it gently.

“You want this?” You ask, slapping her sopping mound with your shaft.

“Yes,” she gasps.

“How much?”

“A lot!” She wiggles her hips impatiently and whimpers.

“Are you crying?” There are tears in her eyes.

“Please,” she pleads.

“Give her something to cry about,” you say to Lara, who savagely twists both Carly’s nipples. She shrieks and bucks, but you both hold her down.

“Little baby gonna suck her thumb?” you ask her as she hisses through her teeth. “Give her something to suck on.”

Lara stuffs her cock in Carly’s mouth and grabs her hair. Carly gags noisily, but Lara is merciless. You enter her and don’t tease anymore. You start off thrusting at max power, so hard as you ram your hips into Carly’s soaked pelvis that Lara gives you an alarmed look.

But you don’t let up. Carly cums like it’s nothing, her pussy clamping on you, but you power through that and keep fucking her as tears run down her face and saliva bubbles out around Lara’s shaft. Lara has one fistful of Carly’s hair, and her other hand is squeezing one big, brown breast so hard that Carly will have black bruises.

Her pussy doesn’t care. Its spasms and clenching have become ragged, and so has the fluttering in her belly.

“She should see this,” you say to Lara, who pulls her cock out and yanks Carly’s hair up to make her watch.

You pull out and shoot a string of cum across Carly’s curly, black, glittery pubes. Then you ram your cock back in and let out two more thick spurts inside her as she coughs, watching with wide eyes locked on your visibly contracting shaft.

Then she notices something else: everyone is back.

They’re minding their own business: lying on their bunks, brushing their teeth… but watching.

“Oi,” Lara says, jerking Carly’s head back. She slaps her cock against her face, then blows her load all over it. Carly collapses to the carpet, coughing and spluttering.

“Hah, hah,” she pants, shaking below the waist. Her body is like jelly.

Lara gets to her feet, then holds out her hand. You take it, and she helps you stand.

“Viti. Sam. Clean her up and put her to bed,” you order briskly.

“Me?” Viti says, looking surprised. She puts her phone down.

“Try to enjoy it,” you tell her, turning to see Aki, who is looking at you approvingly. That’s rare.

You clear your throat and clap your hands a few times. Everyone else quickly joins in.

Sam crouches beside Carly, wiping the cum out of her eyes.

“Welcome to Pink Team,” Viti says, embarrassed.

“Bitch,” Sam adds.