Anonymous - Lesbian Locker Room

She had her knees shoulder-width apart on the bedspread and had turned her face toward the ceiling.

Her lips were slightly parted and moved as if she were trying – and failing – to form real words.

The only sounds that came out from between those lips were whimpers and whines of womanly lust.

She had the little knob at the base of the dildo against her love button and was massaging herself as she fucked.

When she moved her hips slightly from side to side during her in and out fuck motion, she not only stretched at Stacy's sphincter and inner bowel walls, but also made her own cunt throb sharply as she diddled her little man in the boat.

Michele pulled her palms away from Stacy's breasts so she could concentrate her attention on the nipples.

She got each of the sex slave's feminine erections between her long thumbs and forefingers. Michele squeezed.

She pinched those throbbing rosebuds flat between her fingers making Stacy squeal like a pig.

Stacy thought the pain in her inner bowels and the pain in her tits combined into a delicious sensation!

"YES! YES! YES!" Stacy screamed out at the top of her longs, though she was not aware of her words' volume.

She heard her own voice and thought for a moment that it belonged to someone else. But, no. It was her.

Michele did not know, of course, that this was exactly the way Stacy wanted her tits to be treated.

Michele was just being sadistic, getting off on the agony she was sure she was causing in the slave.

Just as Michele could feel herself approaching orgasm she pulled on both of Stacy's nipples at the same time.

She tugged them so hard that Stacy thought she would pull them right off of her swollen breasts.

The skin all around the throbbing nipples was pulled so tight it was threatening to tear on her.

Michele then released her grip on the nipples and allowed them to snap back into near-normal position.

Stacy did not have to look at her nipples to know that they had grown longer than ever before.

Michele ran her hands quickly down the underside of Stacy's trembling body, heading for her crotch.

Before Stacy could mentally prepare herself, Michele placed her forefinger on Stacy's swollen clitoris.

This was the first time Stacy's clit had ever been touched in this fashion, and she thought she would faint.

The intense please she felt at the caress of her love button made her feel very dizzy and weak.

The room began to spin, and Stacy felt as if all of the oxygen had been sucked out of the bedroom's air.

Michele began to flick the tip of her finger back and forth across the little man in the boat.

Stacy could feel a kind of orgasm she hadn't felt before making her cunt lips pulsate as if trying to speak.

She could feel her bowel muscles clasp the eight inch fake cock as Michele drove it all the way in.

The little girl could feel a slow, rolling orgasm spread in concentric circles throughout her shuddering hips.

Stacy and Michele screamed out in pleasure together.

Michele moved her hips from side to side very fast.

This massaged her own love button just right for climax.

Stacy saw the stars in front of her eyes at that point.

The black haired sex slave tried desperately to suck air.

She knew that deep breaths would help clear her head.

But she didn't make it.

The sensation was too acute!

Stacy passed out from the raw pleasure filling her body!

Michele pulled the dildo out of Stacy's asshole quickly when she sensed the little girl collapsing.

Michele was not at all surprised to see that the black cock was once again covered with Stacy's blood.

Bernedette, who was of course touching herself, was right on the edge of climax when Stacy fainted.

"I'm so close, Michele. Come here and finish me!" Bernedette said, pulling her fingers away from her pussy.

Michele quickly pulled the dildo off of her hips and set it on the night table next to the bed.

She moved so that she was kneeling between Bernedette's parted thighs and sat back on her heels.

Michele stuck her ' head in between Bernedette's parted thighs and looked at her nearly hairless cunt.

She breathed deep and filled her sinuses with the funky scent of the blonde's aroused womanhood.

The pussy lips were swollen to twice their normal size and had grown to be a deep red color. Michele almost drooled as her salivary gland responded to the sight of that soaking wet quim!

Michele wasted no time. She quickly began to kiss and lick at Bernedette's inner thighs, starting very close to her knees. She worked her way down the thighs at a rapid pace until her tongue was on the inch long patch of flesh between the base of Bernedette's cunt and her pink asshole.

On the bed Stacy was sound asleep, on her belly with her legs bent rather bizarrely behind her.

Her facial expression was blissful. The sex slave did not have the slightest worry in her deep slumber.

As she rested dreamlessly, she was unaware of the small trickle of blood from her anus, getting into her cunt.

Michele moved her fingers to Bernedette's outer lips.

The pulled the fiery cunt open until it was gaping.

Then she pressed her face hard against the swollen tissues.

Michele worked her tongue eagerly over the nooks and crannies.

No soaked fold of flesh was left uncaressed.

Then she pulled the clit's foreskin toward the base of Bernedette's pubic bone, making the love button pop from its nest.

Michele placed the tip of her tongue on the clit and flicked it back and forth very rapidly.

She started out doing this lightly but quickly increased the pressure as Bernedette approached climax.

The little blonde began to buck up so hard with her hips as the explosions started that the chair moved.

The chair made a loud sound as it bounced up and down on the floor from Bernedette's wild bucking.

Michele found that she had to move her neck back and forth with great agility to avoid getting smacked in the nose.

She dug her tongue deep into the swollen flesh as she felt the tissue around the clit ballooning.

This sudden swelling at the top of the honey pot caused the ball of fiery flesh to slightly submerge.

Michele found that she had to keep her tongue stiff to be sure she never lost contact with the magic spot.

"I'M COMING!" Bernedette screamed out, tossing her head back and allowing her jaw to drop open.

She closed her eyes tightly and grunted again and again with each spasm she felt in her cunt. Bernedette convulsed ten times before the come ended and she was able to relax.

Michele lapped lightly at the outer lips of Bernedette's cunt with the flat part of her tongue and then straightened her back so the lovers could kiss on the lips.

The blonde licked her juice from Michele's face and then gave her a long soulful tongue kiss in which they swapped much spit.

The sound of Bernedette's screams woke Stacy. The first thing the slave felt was the pain in her ass and cunt.

She rolled over on her back to see the necking couple, and it was only then that she remembered where she was.

She let out a deep moan and the girls stopped kissing to turn and look at the black haired girl.

"You look like you need a shower," Bernedette said.

The blonde was no longer in the mood to be cruel.

It was time to get Stacy cleaned up and dressed.

And then the blonde would pray that Stacy kept her mouth shut.

Actually Bernedette had nothing to worry about.

Not only wouldn't Stacy tell – she wanted to come back for more! Michele and Bernedette helped Stacy into the shower.

They tenderly washed the blood from her loins and buttocks.

When she was clean they toweled her dry and helped her into her clothes.