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"Uh uh," Bernedette said with a sly smile, "I want to lick my pussy juices off of your face."

"Ummmm," Michele said, closing her eyes. "That sounds wonderful."

Michele crawled up so that she was sprawled directly on top of Bernedette, their erect nipples touching.

Michele moved her face so that it was hovering above the blonde's and then lowered it so Bernedette could reach her with her hungry tongue.

Bernedette licked at Michele's face enthusiastically.

She loved the taste of her own poontang drippings.

Bernedette figured that almost anything would taste sweet if she were licking it off of her lover's face.

This turned naturally into a deep, soulful, tongue kiss.

Again the girls explored the insides of each other's mouth with their bold pink tasters, giving each other pleasure.

Bernedette's passion was appeased for the moment but her dark haired lover was still hotter than a pepper sprout.

"Roll over so I can make you come," Bernedette said.

Michele was obedient and spread her legs open once on her back.

Bernedette sucked and licked at each of Michele's erect nipple, and used her teeth to tug those erections lightly – making it hurt just a little.

She showered Michele's flat firm belly with tiny peck kisses and used her tongue to explore Michele's bellybutton.

Michele would have normally folded in two at this sort of caress because it would have tickled badly.

But Michele knew by this time that she could not be horny and ticklish at the same time – a fluke of her nervous system she supposed.

"Roll over on your belly for a second, Michele," Bernedette said, stroking the insides of the dark haired girl's thighs a little.

Again Michele responded without a peep of protest.

Michele folded her arms under her head and looked about to go to sleep.

Only the slight side-to-side movement of her slim hips let the blonde know that she had no intention of lapsing into unconsciousness.

Bernedette sat on Michele's ass, rubbing their butts together.

She began to give Michele a loving, sensuous massage.

"I wish we had some oil. I love to rub you down with oil," Bernedette said, and Michele's little moan let her know that her lover agreed.

Bernedette had one knee on either side of Michele's hips as she kneaded the muscles in Michele's shoulders.

Michele could feel all of the tensions in her muscles from the days work-out flowing out of her.

It was as if the tightness in her muscles had turned to liquid and was draining into the grassy earth.

Bernedette massaged the back of Michele's neck and began to work her way down the dark haired girl's spine.

She pressed on each of the little bumps in Michele's backbone, lifting her ass so she could move her knees back.

Each time she pressed down on Michele's spine, Michele let out a deep moan and felt a little more tension flow out of her.

Bernedette massaged her way down to the base of the backbone, not far from the top of the crack of her ass.

Michele had her thighs parted and Bernedette moved so that she was kneeling between them, fingering her ass crack.

Bernedette ran her palms over the ass cheeks lightly and then pulled the cheeks apart so she could get her tongue between them.

Bernedette licked at the crack enthusiastically right from the very first stroke.

The crack was soon very wet from the hot spittle that dripped off of Bernedette's slightly swollen tongue.

Michele had a lot more hair around her private parts than her blonde lover did – or ever would for that matter.

Michele had a thick patch of dark brown pubic hair that completely covered her pubic mound, and grew in a perfect inverted triangle.

The hair grew thickly along the sides of her swollen vulva, and also between the cheeks of her butt.

Bernedette had to stop a couple of times to pluck short and curly hairs off of the tip of her tongue.

She concentrated on the asshole and licked it until the flavor was gone.

Her strokes were so long that she started each one at the base of Michele's pussy and ended it at the top of her ass-crack.

Bernedette gave Michele a sharp slap on the ass.

"Time to flip over, love," Bernedette said cheerfully.

Michele moaned and rolled over onto her back, lifting her legs in the air.

Bernedette drove her tongue deep into Michele's fuck hole.

She thoroughly explored the pussy flesh before going for the clit.

She licked and sucked at the love button so Michele's orgasm would be just as intense as her own had been.

"I'M ON THE EDGE! SO CLOSE!" Michele cried with passion.

Bernedette licked a little at the clit making Michele jerk violently.

She licked at the clit more enthusiastically.

And Michele felt a rocketship being launched inside her cunt!

Stacy Turner was the newest member of the Rushdale High School girls' track and field team. She was starting to think that she had made a horrible mistake.

She had always thought that she was in pretty good condition, but her muscles ached like hell after practice every day.

All of that running, she told herself, was making her very healthy.

But she didn't feel very healthy. She felt like a physical wreck.

She would limp home after practice and have to lay in a tub full of steamy water for an hour before she would loosen up enough to move around without prohibitive discomfort.

Running track had been Stacy's father's idea.

He thought that it was a good way for her to meet people.

He knew that she was very shy, and though she was attractive and intelligent, she didn't have many friends.

That was because she hardly ever said anything. She crept through the school halls as quiet as a mouse.

In class, she always sat in the very back and had an annoying habit of stammering when a teacher called on her.

This speech impediment would make the other kids laugh – and that only made the problem worse. She would turn very red and feel like crying.

Sometimes she felt like running out of classrooms at moments like that. She just wanted to get away by herself.

The only time Stacy was ever really happy was when she was all by herself, when she wouldn't have to worry about how others felt about her.

Stacy was walking home from school very slowly, since her legs were killing her.

She walked past the woods between the high school building and the gravel pits and saw the dirt path that led back into the pine trees.

She wondered what was back there. She must have walked past that spot a thousand times and she had never noticed the path before.

In spite of her soreness, Stacy's curiosity got the best of her and she decided to do a, little exploring before she went home to soak in the tub.

Stacy had pitch black hair that had been cut short into a pixie.

Her hair spilled onto her forehead in soft bangs.

She had a pretty face and a shapely body. Stacy didn't have the vaguest notion of how attractive she was.

Her self-opinion was very low. She thought that she was on the plain side, and, in spite of her womanly curves, she was convinced that she was too skinny.

Stacy had found herself thinking more and more about sex.

She was only sixteen years old, and she would have been the first to admit that she didn't know much about life.

She knew that there were other girls her age who were already dating and some of them were even having sex.

She had overheard conversations in the halls. She knew that most girls were trying to decide whether or not to go all the way with their boyfriends.

Stacy had come to the conclusion that she would be lonely for the rest of her life.

She couldn't imagine any guy wanting to go out with her.