“Um, do we?” Kid awkwardly asked Steven, still regaining his breath. “This is my first time with someone my size, so…”
Steven smiled reassuringly, shook his head, and put a hand on Kid’s shoulder. “Nah, that’s the big people’s job. Just look at how eager they are.” He gestured upward for emphasis.
That’s when Bridgette felt her fellow campers’ eyes upon her. “What? Me?”
“Well, she’s your partner,” Gwen reminded, reaching down to retrieve Steven. His sides felt sticky, and his tiny cock had an enticing sheen that made her lick her lips.
“You did great, Kid!” Lindsey cheered, also retrieving her partner. “Look at how happy you made Mabel, and what a great facial. Even four guys can barely get a few spritzes on my face, but you and Steven got almost the whole thing. Hmm, are you sure your balls are the right size?” she asked, squinting for a closer look at the nine-year-old’s testicles. “Cuz they must be magic to hold that much cum.”
Kid blushed and averted his gaze from such praise. “Th-thanks. I-it was a lot of fun. Thank you, too, Mabel. Your pussy was super-tight.”
“Yeah, I’m awesome like that,” Mabel agreed, sitting up and rolling her shoulders. She drew a finger-full of semen from her face and popped it between her lips. “Mmm, yummy. Seriously, if no one else wants this, I’ll take it for myself.”
“You really ought to, Bridgette,” Lindsey sweetly encouraged, rubbing Kid to her cheek. “Minizoras taste great, but their cum is extra yummy. Watch.” Without moving the boy, she extended her tongue from her lips to press into her partner’s recently fucked crotch. “Ooh! I taste Mabel, too. That’s even better! Hehe.”
Bridgette winced as she watched Gwen give Steven a similar treatment, letting the tubby boy lie back in her hands as a pink tongue swirled the little guy’s freshly used yet still hard cock. Watching her friends service their minizoras lit a fire in Bridgette’s core that craved satisfaction. Without even realizing it, she squatted to fetch her partner, only to blink in shock upon seeing the little one sitting patiently in her hand. “Y-you’re, uh, a lot calmer,” she warily noted.
Mabel sampled more cum from her face. “Yeah, sorry about earlier. I get a little nutty if I go too long without nutting, but I’m good now.” She then eyed a cum-covered finger thoughtfully for a moment before idly shoving it between her legs. “Mmh, yummy.”
The brazenness in her partner and fellow competitors was almost too much for Bridgette as she felt fiery horniness eat away at her inhibitions. “I-I haven’t been this nervous about getting frisky with you guys since the first season.”
“Yeah, I could have sworn you’d get with Geoff first,” Lindsey commented while slipping Kid into her bra cup and swirling him around her nipple. “I never would have guessed you’d go for Eva.”
“Neither did I. Also, ‘go’ is a very strong word,” Bridgette clarified. “She was having a bad day and, well, my ass was available, apparently.” The surfer ground her thighs together as she recalled the night the scary woman dragged her behind the bushes. It was a frightening experience, but also very hot being so powerless. Looking back at Mabel, it occurred to Bridgette that her partner must always feel that way, and was entirely dependent on her partners’ courtesy to keep things pleasant. The blonde then processed what Mabel had said about needing to nut, realizing she’d been neglecting the little girl’s needs, abnormal as they may be.
“You’re gonna have to do it eventually,” Gwen reasoned, taking a break from kissing Steven. The goth’s dark lips eclipsed almost everything below the boy’s belly button as he happily laughed. He loved the macro blowjob, and Kid’s moans from Lindsey’s bra demonstrated he was just as delighted for the lewd attention. This was just how minizoras were.
Finally realizing what had been obvious to most of the others for a while, Bridgette had one last hurdle to overcome. “I-it’s okay, right?” She gulped. “I can… do it?”
Beaming, Mabel fell back in the surfer’s hand with a flourish, limbs outstretched as though making a snow angel. “You don’t even need to ask, girl. Just do what feels right and have fun. That’s how I live my life, and I’m pretty happy with it.”
Not even the realization that cameras were likely rolling could hold Bridgette back as she dove into her palm, tongue first. Not aiming for anything specific, her intent was broad contact, somehow rationalizing that it was less perverted than targeting the little girl’s pussy or cum-covered face. Such misgivings were immediately forgotten as the alien yet appealing minizora flavor assailed her senses at full force. It didn’t make sense and shouldn’t have been so, but Mabel’s raw, sweaty skin was sweeter than candy, with just a dash of salt to ramp up the flavor. The salty jizz was distinct to Bridgette’s pallet as she miraculously discerned the blend of two different boys’ ejaculates, making her head swimmy. Finally, the surfer’s legs became wobbly as she registered Mabel’s adolescent girl cum mixed with half the jizz from her face. Each cluster of flavor was distinct against Bridgette’s tongue, almost like a painting with particularly striking colors to draw the eye.
Seeing Bridgette’s eyes roll to the back of her head, the other campers rushed to catch her. The surfer kept the hand holding Mabel firmly against her mouth, moaning as her other hand dove into her pants to fiercely attack her pussy. Lindsey and Gwen exchanged knowing nods, as did the minizora boys. Bridgette had just lost her minizora virginity. Well, maybe not literally. Technically, for a girl, that required the minizora to mess around in or against her pussy. However, the expression on Bridgette’s face told the whole story as she continued moaning and nomming her tiny treat.
Meanwhile, Mabel basked in the heavenly tongue bath. She still had her post-nut clarity from Kid and Steven’s double-teaming, but Bridgette’s tongue was a welcome cherry on top. The wet and spongy appendage pressed firmly across her front, undulating with the big girl’s moans that vibrated through the minizora’s nethers. Back and forth, the tongue went, quickly lapping up every trace of cum for a prime spit shine, yet it never ceased. Bridgette’s desire was almost palpable, filling Mabel with warmth to feel so desired. The tiny twin was sure that, from this point forward, she and her partner would have plenty of lewd fun, and it would be a while before she suffered another dry spell. That meant her mind would be clear to focus on the important stuff, like gossip, cute things, and her insatiable urge to ship.
Once Bridgette had been safely settled on her knees to ride out her experience, Lindsey retrieved her shirt. Eyeing where the action had been, she frowned in disappointment.
“What’s the matter?” Kid asked, poking his head out from her bra.
“Oh, I just wish you guys had left more of a stain,” Lindsey admitted, slipping her shirt back on, careful to not jostle her boyfriend too much. The tiny child just looked so adorable, held against her massive mammaries. She couldn’t help but pet his little head. “Hehe, this is kind of addicting.”
“Not just on your end, either,” Steven added, smiling up at Gwen as her fingers stroked his back. “You know those videos online of pets being needy and demanding attention from their owners? It’s weird that you don’t see more of those with minizoras, cuz I do the same thing with my friends and family.”
Gwen frowned in deep thought. “Okay, now that would be addicting to watch. I’d probably never leave my computer again.”
“Well, we’re probably being watched on computers right now,” Lindsey reasoned, still petting Kid. “I’ll bet this stuff’s getting, like, a million views.” She finally ceased touching the boy to throw her hands up in cheer, making her boobs bounce enough to almost smack her own face. “Woo-hoo! We’re going viral!”
“Hmm, now that you mention it, that’s probably an understatement,” Gwen thought aloud. “Cute, sexy, and dumbasses doing stupid stuff. Any combination of these is almost guaranteed for instant internet fame, but all three? Shit, this show’s gonna get clipped to Hell and spread everywhere. EVERYONE’S gonna see it! Er, us. It’s only the second day, and God knows what the other campers are getting up to.”
“You worried?” questioned Steven, leaning into his partner’s touch.
“Uh, I probably ought to be, but I think I’ve mostly surrendered to being an attention whore after the third season. I’ve read enough celebrity gossip mags to know that if it wasn’t Total Drama, I’d probably end up exposing myself like this somewhere else.”
“You read gossip mags?” Lindsey asked, surprised and elated to have someone else to chat about one of her favorite topics.
Gwen shrugged. “What can I say? Everyone likes watching idiots make car crashes out of their own lives.” She then slumped as she envisioned herself in a future article. “And I just made myself sad.”
1 Everyone’s mostly calm, so the two trios continue their walk
2 Who else started the morning with a walk?
3 Late risers are still at the cabins
4 Rumbly tummies call for munchies
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