After waking from a glorious nap, Stacey sat up and noticed it was almost dark outside. She found her clothes folded next to a crutch and a bottle of ibuprofen. She dressed and made her way to the cafe for dinner, where she ate an enormous amount of food for such a small tike. After getting back to the bunkhouse, one of the younger girls of the group approached her and told her that Vicky had assigned her flyer shower duty tonight. She knelt and unwrapped Stacey’s ankle carefully before helping her into the shower, where she washed and rinsed every part of her thoroughly. Towards the end of the shower, she held her in a loving embrace and whispered in her ear. “Vicky told me I needed to find out how good you are at oral sex. After lights go out I will come to your bunk, is that okay?” She started kissing her neck after she said it, and held her ass with both hands.“I’ve never done it, but I’ll try.”“You can practice on me. I’ll be quiet.” She smiled and kissed her on the lips. Stacey kissed her back. They dried each other off. Conveniently there was a roll of tape on her bunk that the girl used to re-tape her ankle, after wrapping it back up in the bandage. She stole glances of her pubescent sex while she tended to her, thinking about tonight. Stace started listening in on the conversation across the room, where four of the bunks had been transformed into two little private cubes, with blankets. They were pushed together and the blankets were tucked under the top mattress on all four sides and dropped down, concealing the interior. One of the girls was practicing spinning a bottle on the floor.“How about five minutes, is that enough time? Any longer and everyone else may get bored.” “Five minutes should be good. Any longer and they may not come out.” They all giggled.After all the girls had made their way back from dinner and were all showered and changed, the spin-the-bottle game was announced and was jokingly called a team-building exercise. Everyone formed a circle sitting on the floor, and the bottle was spun. The first two girls the bottle stopped at climbed into one of the little nests, everyone wondering if they were playing around in there or not. The bottle next landed on Vicky. There were only four girls left playing at this point so there was a twenty-five percent chance Stacey would be it. The bottle came to rest between her and the girl next to her. Vicky blurted out “flyer!” and jumped up to help her into the remaining bunks. Once inside Vicky pulled Stacey on top of her and just started making out with her. She held her head with both hands and kissed Beşevler escort bayan her with passion. She whispered as softly as she could, “I set up a little present for you tonight, did Candy tell you yet? Or did you already get it in the shower.” She ran her hands down her back and cupped both of her cheeks, then moved one between them as the other found the back of her neck. “She told me. It will be my first time.”“Oh lucky you, she literally tastes like Candy. Enjoy her.” Stacey found herself rubbing her pussy against Vicky’s, their legs locked like two intersecting pairs of scissors. The moans coming from the other hidden bunk and Stacey’s full lips kissing her, along with the thoughts of a few short hours from now, was all just too much. Vicky continued making out with her for a good minute after they were informed their time was up, while the younger girl ground their groins together rather hard, Vicky pushing back with equal severity. “Hot,” Vicky said, “but unfortunately for us, times up. If you want, come to visit my bed after you finish your Candy.” She nibbled her earlobe lightly after whispering the sweet something.Stacey hobbled to her bunk immediately, looking for some respite in her book before the long night ahead. She again found herself earnestly awaiting lights out, but this time not for masturbation purposes. Her love button had been well taken care of today, it was soon time to pay it forward. She practiced licking two fingers pressed together as she read her book, unconcerned if anyone was watching, they were all being just as naughty across the room, and she could hear it inside the little love cages. Finally, the lights went out. Almost immediately she felt the tractable Candy climb under her covers, totally naked. She just laid there at first, the girls wrapped up in each other, letting their bodies slowly mesh. As they started kissing, Stacey’s hand found her shaven genitalia, and instinctually began to press and rub her folds and her button. She felt Candy start to scoot up in the bed, and Stacey started to move down, while she took a preview taste of her moistened fingers. She tasted a lot like herself, maybe a little sweeter. She licked her.‘Oh wow, she literally does taste like candy!’ Her mouth immediately locked on to her, her tongue flicked and tantalized her little clitoris. It felt very natural. She wanted to taste her cum and put forth every effort to see to it that it happened. Candy arched her back and quietly gasped, spreading her legs while rubbing Stacey’s head and thick hair Escort Çankaya with both hands. As her eyes adjusted to the dark, she realized they were probably being watched, but it didn’t discourage her as she gave it her all, sinking her tongue into another girl for the first time. She was enjoying it immensely, beyond what her imagination had afforded her fantasies, and she could tell Candy was too. After several minutes of this relentless tongue lashing, Candy raised her nubile hips off the bed while she came in the flyers mouth, pulling her hair and clamping her head in her thighs probably a little too hard. Stacey drank it in, and kept on lapping, loving the intoxicating pheromones and delighted to please the other girl. Candy too, wanted her to keep going. She was multi-orgasmic and was hoping to give the beautiful flyer as much practice as she wanted, while she gave herself to her virgin mouth. She laid her ass back on the bed and sighed as she cupped her breasts and teased her own nipples. Stacey brought her to orgasm two more times. She had already figured out that Candy loved her ass cheeks to be squeezed hard while getting licked rapidly, and this helped her come rather quickly the third time, not very long after her second strong climax. After this, the girls shared a brief cuddle, before kissing for a few moments before Candy crawled out of her bed quietly and tiptoed back to her own, exhausted.The little flyer wanted more and had already decided while eating Candy that her first night going down on girls was going to be an epic one. After a few pensive minutes, she silently made her way to Vicky’s bed and climbed under her blankets from the bottom of her bed. She felt Vicky’s legs spread, and her hands pulled her head to her pink pussy, already clearly moistened and yearning for her head. She tasted more bitter than Candy but still desirable. The mustiness of her pussy was dirtier, naughtier, and Stacey loved serving it as much. She licked then nibbled gently on her outer lips, and then sucked on her inner lips and engorged clitoris, both bigger than Candy’s were. She fingered her with two fingers, something she hadn’t done to Candy while actually eating her. It took her considerably longer to make the older girl come. She could imagine a girl with that much ink wasn’t averse to a little rough sex, and it just wasn’t the time or place for that. She kissed her goodnight after getting her off and crawled into bed, finally able to get some more sleep. She felt more like a woman than a girl as she drifted off. It had, after Cebeci escort all, been quite the day of firsts. When she awoke the next morning much of the pain in her shins and ankle had subsided, and she was actually able to put weight on it thanks to the wonderful job Candy had done taping it up. She recounted the images in her head of all the exploits of the previous day and night and giggled inside at how short a period of time it took her to go from perfectly innocent to substantially slutty. She loved it. She had always known she was a minx waiting for the right time to come out of her shell, and it had finally occurred in a rather remarkable way. Most of the day she was allowed to observe and give herself time to heal. Natasha asked her if she was having a good time so far. She smiled.“It’s what I was hoping it would be, and more.”“That’s good to hear. Is there anything specific you want to work on, whether it’s one-on-one or otherwise?”“I guess I could use some one-on-one. Back at school, I remember you talking about my discipline, I think I need to work on that.”“Good answer Stacey. I’m willing to put in some extra time tonight at my place, after dinner. Considering you are missing training because of your injury, we can do some intensive discipline work, if that’s what you’re looking for.” Stacey gushed, both figuratively and slightly literally. “I think I need that, don’t you coach?” She may be pushing it at this point.“I know what you need far more than you do, and I’ll see to it you get it. Eight pm at my place, don’t be late.” The flyer showed up at seven fifty-five, proud of being so punctual for someone whose notoriously late all the time. “Hi. How are you?”“Coach Natasha.”“Huh?”“Hello Coach Natasha, how are you this evening?” She pulled the girl in by her arm, then went around the cabin closing all of the blinds and shades.“Oh, huh, sorry.”“Say it.”“Hi Coach Natasha, how are you?” Natasha let out a deep sigh. “Stacey we only have a limited time to teach you some discipline. I realize at your age two weeks seems like a long time. Trust me. It’s not.” Natasha unbuttoned the top two buttons of her own shirt, revealing a bra that looked rather sexy to be wearing for such an engagement.“What does discipline mean to you? Address me how I’ve instructed you please.”“Well Coach Natasha, I guess it means self-control? Practice?”“Not entirely incorrect. For the purposes of our training, however, it will mean giving some self-control over to me, do you understand? In our exercises here it will mean paying strict attention to what I’ve said, and obedience.” Stacey felt a rush of excitement as her coach was taking control, like she had secretly wished for, and hoped for. “Now, I know you’re smart, I know you get excellent grades. Try the greeting again.”“Hello Coach Natasha, how are you this evening?” Stacey said, half-tempted to get it wrong on purpose.