Anonymous - Lesbian Locker Room

Benson did indeed remember Bernedette. He remembered her well.

He opened the door and Bernedette could see he was wearing only his underwear.

Realizing that he was crazy, the pretty little blonde tried to act like their was nothing unusual about his attire.

She did the best she could to keep from looking at the bulge in the crotch of his gray underwear.

His cock was quite obviously swollen, and Bernedette could see that he was hung like a horse down there.

"Hi, Benson. Nice to see you again. I was wondering if you could do me a favor," she said cheerfully.

"What is it? Benson would like to do a favor for Bernedette."

"Thanks. I need the key to the girl's locker room, Benson."

"Tell you what. Benson will do a favor for Bernedette if Bernedette does a favor for Benson," the janitor said.

There was a little twinkle in his eye which made Bernedette suspect he wasn't as dumb as he was pretending to be.

"What?"

"Suck this?" Benson said, pointing at his cock.

All Benson knew about sex was from what he read written on the rest room walls in the high school building.

He had no idea that what he was asking would be considered vulgar by the little blonde teenager.

"No way, Benson," Bernedette said firmly, feeling a little nervous.

"No key," was the crazy janitor's quick response.

Bernedette knew that Michele would laugh at her if she showed up at the school without the key.

Bernedette certainly did not want to lose any face in front of her adoring sex slave at that point either.

"Okay," the little blonde said. "But we will have to make it quick. I'm running late already."

Bernedette walked into the shack and tried not to look around for fear of what she might see…

The place did not smell as bad as she thought it would, although it was obvious the man had not cleaned up around the place in years.

There was a bare mattress on the wood floor and a bare light bulb was yellow though lit as it dangled from the beamed ceiling.

Benson's eyes lit up as he heard the little girl's affirmative answer, and he stood aside as she walked past him.

He had dreamed of having his cock sucked many times.

Every time he jacked – off – which was frequently – he thought of sweet teenage lips wrapped around his huge phallus!

Bernedette had never seen a real erect cock before and found herself very anxious to find out what one looked like.

She could tell even before the man got his underwear off that his prick was as big – or bigger – than the dildos she and Michele used in their sex play.

She could tell that she would have to open her mouth as far as she could to get him between her lips.

The janitor hooked his thumbs underneath the elastic at the top pf his underwear and pulled them down.

His cock and balls were bared and Bernedette puckered her lips, feeling her eyes going wide with air.

She gasped through those puckered sensuous lips and heard herself make a low whistling noise in the process.

His cock was a full ten inches long and it was sticking out straight from his hips at a slightly upward angle.

She could see the whole length of the janitor's prick bobbing up and down as if connected to his loins by a hinge.

Both the head and the shaft of the cock were throbbing quite visibly with the touched man's anticipation.

Bernedette could see that his cock was thickest at the head, which was shaped like an edible mushroom.

She could see that the skin was stretched tightly over his glans, making it look thin and smooth.

The head was obviously fully engorged and looked as if it would explode if another drop of blood tried to pump its way inside. Benson's cock head was a deep purple color from engorgement.

She found herself looking at the piss hole in the center.

The hole had little lips on either side, like a mouth…

She could see the hole opening and closing with tiny spasms.

Bernedette then looked at the shaft of his cock.

It was only a little bit skinnier than the cock head.

And it was slightly lighter shade of purple also.

But it was obviously as hard as a tube of granite!

As his cock snapped upward she looked at the underside and noticed that it was lined with dilated veins.

Those veins were blue and had the effect of making his tool look more like an angry weapon than an object of love-making.

Bernedette lowered her eyes even further to see the huge sack that held the janitor's swollen testicles.

That wrinkled sack was a lot bigger than she would have thought it would be, and she figured there was no way she could fit the whole scrotum in the palm of her hand without opening her fingers very far apart.

Bernedette wondered if all guys were built like Bens on, or if he was the exception to the rule.

She was still boggled by both the length and girth of his prick, and found herself panting at the thought of taking him in her mouth.

She could see that his scrotal sack was filled to the brim with his hot sticky semen, and this made her wonder what man come tasted like.

The little blonde decided right then and there that she would not pull her head away from his cock when he came.

She decided that she would swallow his come. She wanted to drink his plentiful spunk – right from the tap!

Bernedette dropped to her knees on the dirty floor, glad that she wasn't wearing anything nice.

She stroked the insides of the nude man's thighs, and began to enjoy the sweaty smell coming from his crotch.

She placed her fingertips at the base of his scrotum and lifted the sack up a little bit slowly.

Bernedette than bounced his obviously swollen testicles up and down on her upturned fingertips.

As the pretty little blonde did this to the man she looked as if she were trying to determine the weight of his balls.

She opened her fingers and cupped his nuts. She gave his balls a little squeeze for each of his pounding heartbeats.

In this manner Bernedette simulated Benson's natural throbbing.

He moaned.

He gasped.

He sighed.

"Suck it," he said.

Before she took the cock in her mouth she used the fingertips on her free hand to caress the underside of his throbbing thick cock shaft.

She pressed on the underside, feeling the dilated, protruding blue veins pulsating against her fingertips.

She pushed his cock so that it was pointing at the ceiling of the tiny filthy shack – pressed securely against his flat belly.

His cock was so long that the tip rested against his stomach well above his hairy bellybutton.

Benson had a thick rug of dark brown fur that covered his chest and stomach, as well as around his privates.

Bernedette parted her lips and stuck out her tongue.

She placed the tip at the base of Benson's prick.

She flicked it back and forth and straightened her back.

She flicked her way all the way to the purple glans.

She allowed the blue veins to determine her tongue's route.

The man jerked his hips as she licked a particularly sensitive spot just below his cock head. She lingered on that spot, a fleshy patch below where his glans split, making his cock head look like a ripe plum.

She then allowed the head to lower away from his belly and wrapped her fingers around the base of the shaft.

His cock was so thick that Bernedette's fingers did not make it all the way around without the help of her fingernails.

She pointed the tip of his prick at her mouth and lazily rolled her tongue over the rock-hard cap.

She made her tongue pointy at the tip for a second so she could toy playfully with his piss hole.

She then concentrated on relaxing the muscles in her jaw.

She thought about breathing exclusively through her nose.

Her nostrils flared as she allowed her jaw to drop.