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Bernedette's mouth fell gaping open and she pushed forward with her head, loving the taste of raw cock meat!

Bernedette could tell by the way Benson was moaning and groaning that she wouldn't have to suck for long.

She had to open her mouth as far as she could to wrap her lips tightly around the ring of scar tissue at the base of his cock head.

She drew in her cheeks she sucked so hard and tried to continue licking him in spite of the fact that her tongue was pinned to the bottom of her mouth by the girth of his incredible glans.

In a matter of seconds he let out an animalistic scream of pleasure.

He sounded as if the beast in him had emerged in full.

No civilized behavior was left in the janitor as he came.

He was an animal in heat – writhing in his ecstasy.

Bernedette felt the head of his cock spasming against the inside of her mouth.

She was careful to keep her sensuous lips curled so she would not scrape his sensitive prick with her teeth.

"AARRGGHH!!" Benson called out as his legs trembled.

All of his muscles stiffened and he arched his back.

But he was too shy to touch the girl at any point.

He kept his hands politely at his sides, clenched in fists.

Suddenly Bernedette's mouth was filled with his come.

She made a desperate attempt to keep all of his juice in her mouth.

She puffed out her cheeks and began to swallow as fast as she could.

But the initial blast of cream was humongous and she could feel the thick stuff oozing from the stretched corners of her mouth, rolling down onto her chin, where some cooled and some dripped down onto her wrist, where she was still holding both of his nuts at the same time snugly.

She loved the way the hot cream felt as it slithered down her gullet on its way to her stomach.

She could feel a warm spot forming in the pit of her stomach where the man come was gathering. She had read that semen was almost one-hundred percent protein, and was actually very good for a little girl.

She could almost feel herself getting healthier.

She sucked him until no more spunk spat from his cock.

All of his muscles relaxed and she could tell that the crazy man's orgasm was over.

She loved the taste of his come. It was salty and fishy – yet there was something refreshing about the flavor.

Bernedette could feel her taste buds tingling. She pulled her mouth off of the head of his cock.

She closed her jaw which ached a little from being forced open so far.

She pumped his shaft with her fist keeping her eye on the dilated lips on either side of his piss hole.

His cock was already losing its urgent rigidity.

She knew that the prick was on its way to being flaccid.

As she pumped him she saw his piss hole open one more time.

A single bead of post-orgasmic silver seed formed.

She licked this away with a quick swipe of her tongue.

She rolled her tongue over his cock head to clean him.

She then licked all around her mouth to clean off the goo that had spilt onto her face.

Bernedette rose to her feet and got right down to business.

"Bernedette has done her favor for Benson. Now Benson has to do his favor for Bernedette," the little blonde said holding her palm out as she slowly rose to her feet before him, releasing her grip on both his deflating cock and his appeased balls.

Benson had completely forgotten what favor he was supposed to do.

He had never had his cock sucked before. The experience had launched him into a dream-world – where he was all by himself.

He looked at her blankly and the little girl quickly became frustrated.

"The Key! The key to the girls' lockerroom!" she said.

Benson smiled and handed her his whole key chain. He found the proper key and handed her the ring with the appropriate key aloft, Bernedette snatched them briskly from his hand and scurried out the door.

"I'll drop them off in front of your door when I'm done with them. Thanks, Benson," she exclaimed.

Benson stood naked in the doorway with a blank look on his face.

"Bye bye," he said, not loud enough for her to hear. She was already running at full stride toward the school building only a few hundred yards away.

Bernedette glanced at her watch as she ran to the school building and saw that she was ten minutes late.

She smiled with contentment. She was actually being pretty close to punctual considering her obstacles.

Michele was already making Stacy run wind-sprints by the time the little blonde showed up with the key.

It occurred to Bernedette that she had all of the keys to the whole building and that they could have the run of the place if they wanted.

Bernedette thought it was a shame that there wasn't much fun to be had in an empty school building with the exception of the shower room where there was plenty of hot water and soap and privacy.

The girls entered the building and changed into running gear.

Once back outside Michele and Bernedette stood around and made Stacy run all the way around the school grounds many times, until the little girl collapsed and vomited.

They told her to take a rest and ran one lap themselves, not pressing.

Bernedette was all ready to force Stacy to do something else strenuous and painful when the running session was cut short.

Out on the baseball field the whistle blew and the team, in their uniforms came running back toward the school.

"We had better get inside before they see us," Bernedette said. "Asshole boy," Michele said with true hate in her voice.

They dragged Stacy into the locker room and locked the door behind themselves before the boys got too close.

At that very moment the race to the boy's shower facilities was being led by MacIntyre Symms and Bernard Shakey.

"Christ, I'm horny!" Maclntyre said. "I gotta get me some poon tonight or I'm gonna freak."

"I know what you mean," Bernard agreed. "I'm so horny the crack of dawn better look out for me."

The boys laughed cruelly. They thought of girls as no more than hole to shoot their scum into.

The baseball team showered and most left within fifteen minutes.

MacIntyre and Bernard hung around to work on the weight machine a little.

Everything was quiet and they heard something strange.

Through the wall to the girl's locker room they could hear moans and groans.

Stacy was being forced to eat Michele's cunt and asshole.

Michele was moaning loudly with the pleasure this gave her.

It never occurred to her that any boys were left in the building.

"What do you think is going on in there?" Bernard asked.

"I'll betcha a million bucks it's dykes getting it on," MacIntyre said.

"What say we pick up a little butch meat?" Bernard said.

Both boys laughed. Working with the weight machine could wait!

They had better things to do.

Like find out just what those hot young pussies were all about.

Stacy Turner was ordered to spread some white towels out on the floor so the two dominatrices would not have to lie on the bare tiles.

The little sex slave had been allowed to take a hot shower so her muscles would not stiffen up on her too severely – but she was still sore.

She had even been allowed to wash out her mouth, so she could get rid, of the taste of vomit there.

Stacy made a little bed of towels and Bernedette got on her back on them, opening her legs very wide.

Michele moved on top of Bernedette, in the sixty-nine position – so they could munch happily at each other's twats.

"While Bernedette and I eat each other, I want you to work this dildo in and out of my asshole," Michele said to her sex slave.

Stacy nodded wordlessly to let her two lovers know she understood the meaning of their instructions.