Anonymous - Lesbian Locker Room

"I've got an idea!" Bernard said, snapping his fingers.

An imaginary light bulb went on over his head just then.

"What is it?" Maclntyre asked, tilting his head a little.

Maclntyre raised his right eyebrow into an arch.

"That locker room is supposed to be locked, right?"

"Right!" Maclntyre agreed.

The muscular baseball pitcher could feel his eyes going wide.

"That means those girls aren't supposed to be in there."

"Yeah! What if I pretend I'm Coach Wallace. I'll pound like a cop and they'll think they are going to get screwed."

"And they'll be right!"

Both boys laughed.

"Do you have any idea who is in there?" Bernard asked.

"I couldn't tell," Maclntyre said, shaking his head.

"I guess all girls moan and groan the same," Bernard said.

"That's not exactly true," Maclntyre replied.

"I hope they aren't too big," Maclntyre said with a frown.

"Why is that?" Bernard asked. They moved to the door of the girl's locker room.

"I'm just not in the mood for a struggle," Maclntyre said, pressing his ear against the door.

"Oh come on. There aren't any girls in the whole school who could get away from us if we didn't want them to," Bernard said.

"I guess you're right," Maclntyre agreed. "Still, I'm in the mood for a cakewalk, if you know what I mean."

Maclntyre took a deep breath to calm himself down a little. He could feel a little sweat of nervousness forming at his brow.

Maclntyre could feel an ache starting in his balls.

He could tell that his testicles were starting to swell.

His scrotal sack felt heavy inside his tight pants.

The wrinkled sack felt filled to the brim with come.

He felt as if his scrotum were about to overflow.

Maclntyre could feel the blood of his arousal pumping.

That blood was heading for his cock – which started to grow.

He could feel the crotch of his jeans getting tighter by the second.

By the time he wrapped hard at the door with his knuckles he felt like his cock was going to burst right out of his pants.

The cotton material at the front of his underwear was pulled taut and being strained by his cock's size.

Stacy had her finger directly on her clitoris at that moment.

She was flicking the fingertip back and forth. She felt herself coming.

With her other hand she moved the dildo in and out of Michele's asshole, using the whole length of the fake cock.

Michele and Bernedette were sucking and licking at each other's, engorged clitorises simultaneously.

All three of the girls came together during that wonderful moment on the towels on the floor of the locker room.

Then they all heard the loud knocking at the door.

The girl's could feel the blood rushing from their faces.

They were all turning as white as sheets from fear.

The three broke out into icy cold perspiration. Raw terror.

Stacy pulled the dildo out of Michele's asshole.

Michele and Bernedette rose to their feet – knees trembling.

Michele looked at her blonde lover with panic in her eyes.

"What are we going to do?" Michele asked.

"How the fuck do I know?" Bernedette responded, her voice quivering a little, making her sound as if she were about to sob.

"Who is there?" Bernedette called out weakly. She had first thought that being quiet might be her best bet. But then she decided that there was no point in panicking until she was sure there was a crisis underway.

"COACH WALLACE!" a voice boomed angrily from the other side of the thick metal door and dread filled the girls' hearts.

There was a genuine crisis. It was time to panic.

"What do you want?" Bernedette called back at the voice.

This time she spoke with more confidence. She did not want her guilt in the situation to be apparent right away.

"What are you girls doing in there. You know that part of the building is supposed to be locked up!" the voice said.

Maclntyre had been playing team sports under Coach Wallace ever since he was in the ninth grade.

In the previous four years the tall handsome boy had learned to imitate his coach's voice flawlessly.

None of the three girls inside the locker room had the slightest idea a prank was being pulled.

They were sure that the real article was out there, ready to have them all kicked out of school.

Stacy knew that her father would beat her within an inch of her life if she was suspended from school.

If the charge was breaking and entering, she figured her father might lock her in that closet for a week.

"Wait a second. We have to get dressed," Bernedette said.

The three girls knew that their best bet was to leave the building very fast and hope the coach wouldn't report the incident.

They had no reason to believe that he knew they were making out in there on the, tiled floor.

For all they knew he was merely concerned about them using the facilities when they weren't supposed to.

Bernedette hoped that Coach Wallace was a regular guy. He seemed nice enough when she saw him in the halls.

Maclntyre was the taller of the two boys. He stood six feet two inches and had an enormous upper body.

When he wasn't pitching, he got to play first base most of the time.

Infielder's like a big target over there at first.

Maclntyre had long arms and could catch balls that were thrown either high, or off to one side.

He had long legs also so he could stretch out from the bag and nip speedy runners who might have otherwise legged out a hit.

His shoulders were very broad and he had thick slabs of muscle on his shoulders and across his back.

He had light blonde hair – almost as light as Bernedette's – only his was straight and feathery.

He needed a haircut. He looked a bit on the ungroomed side.

His hair tended to flop down both over his forehead and over the tops of his pink, shell-like ears.

His skin was fair and smooth, and he still only needed to shave about once a week, as his whiskers were soft as down, and did not grow very rapidly.

He had deep blue eyes and a ruggedly handsome face.

His cheeks were slightly hollowed but his jaw was firm and his chin was strong.

The baseball player's chin had a dimple in its center.

His chest was very wide, and he tended to tear out the shoulders of shirts if they shrunk in the wash.

In spite of the girth of his upper body his waist and his hips were very slim, making him look like a triangle point down.

Many girls at Rushdale High School thought that Maclntyre Symms was the best looking guy around.

There were all sorts of girls who would have done anything for an opportunity to get into his back seat.

His reputation as a ladies' man was only surpassed by his reputation as an inter-scholastic athlete.

He had been all-county in both football and basketball that year.

Since the school was so small the same guys tended to play on all of the teams.

Bernard was only a couple of inches shorter than Maclntyre and his hair was very dark and curly.

His hair was long in the back and fell over the top halves of his ears.

In the front he had bangs that came all the way to his eyebrows.

He had sleepy brown eyes that woman loved and a rather large nose.

He was not as thick through the upper torso as Maclntyre.

His muscles were finely toned, but slender. Bernard had a swimmer's muscles rather than a weight lifter's muscles.

Both boys had very large hands and feet, and were graceful in their movements in spite of their size.

The three girls all got into their running gear so it would look like they had just finished their work out.

Bernedette prepared to lie as she slowly opened the door to face the angry coach she was sure she would see.