Anonymous - Lesbian Locker Room

Her shyness had been interpreted by the boys of Rushdale as snobbery.

The boys thought she figured herself too good for everyone, and had her nose stuck up in the air.

The truth of the matter was that Stacy was convinced no one in the whole world would ever want to be her friend.

She was not as fast, and she didn't have the endurance of the other girl's on the track and field team, but at least the practice gave her an opportunity to burn off her frustrations.

She had been pleased to find that she could go an entire practice session and never have to speak a word.

As long as she followed Miss Myers* instructions, she could keep to herself and work herself into blissful exhaustion.

Being physically tired had helped her sleep at night, which made her very happy because she was a chronic insomniac.

Stacy had hoped that the work-outs every day would help decrease her sexual urges, but had found that this wasn't the case.

In spite of her exhaustion, she had discovered that she was just as horny after practice as before.

Stacy was starting to think there was something wrong with her.

She didn't think that a teenage girl like her should be thinking about sex all the time like she did.

Stacy couldn't help but worry that she was going to turn into a nymphomaniac, or something like that.

Needless to say, she was a virgin. The little girl had never even been kissed.

She figured that it was useless to have all of these desires building in her loins when she had no one to satisfy them.

She had been a very good girl and had never touched herself down there.

Stacy thought that she would open a Pandora's Box if she masturbated.

She feared that orgasms would feel just as good as they said they did in the books she had read on sex.

If that were true she knew that she wouldn't be able to keep her hands off of her crotch. Stacy thought that this would only feed the problem.

Stacy clutched her textbooks to plentiful firm breast flesh as she left the shoulder of the road and began to walk down the dirt path into the pine forest.

She had only gotten into the woods about two hundred yards when she heard the moans and groans of a young girl in heat.

Stacy's first instinct was to turn around and leave, since she certainly didn't want to interrupt lovers.

But then her curiosity got the best of her. She had never seen anyone fucking, and wanted to know what it looked like.

Of course, Stacy thought that she would find a guy plunging his stiff cock into one of her classmate's pussy.

It would have never occurred to her in a million years that she would discover two girls making it together.

Stacy followed the sounds of the moans.

She stepped lightly – like a cat.

She was silent as she crept through the trees.

And then she saw!

Stacy could feel her mouth drop open and she forgot to blink until her dark brown eyes began to burn.

She heard herself gasp and quickly bit her bottom lip before her outburst gave her away. The last thing she wanted was to be discovered.

Michele and Bernedette had gotten into the classic sixty-nine position.

They were eating out each other's pussies at the same time.

Michele was on the bottom with her knees up in the air.

Bernedette was straddling her head, with her own face lowered to Michele's gaping pussy.

Bernedette was sitting on Michele's face so the dark haired girl could get at both her ass and her cunt with her tongue.

Michele had her hands on the cheeks of Bernedette's ass.

She was pulling the cheeks apart – rimming her clean with a busy tongue.

Bernedette loved the way the tongue felt as it licked up and down the crack, exploring her rectum both externally and internally.

Michele made her tongue stiff so she could press it deep into Bernedette's anus, making the blonde's muscles tighten.

Bernedette was flicking the tip of her tongue up and down the outer lips of Michele's swollen pussy.

She moistened her middle finger – the one with the fingernail cut short – so she could explore the inside of Michele's cunt and ass.

They both could smell the scent of the other – rich, musky and sweet.

This was the scent of their raw animal lust, and they loved it. It made the sensations that much greater.

Stacy dropped to her knees and crouched behind a tree, only fifteen feet away from the passionate lovers.

She peaked around the tree trunk and watched, eyes wide with awe.

She had to concentrate to keep her mouth from dropping open again.

And then Stacy Turner felt something happening inside her. She tried* to stop the sensation, but it was no use. She could feel the blood in her lower torso rushing toward the flesh of her untouched cunt!

Her eyes were riveted to the naked lovers, munching away happily at each other's hot drooling snatches.

Stacy knew that she would never be able to look away. Her eyes were so wide that the whites were visible all the way around the pupils.

She could feel a tingling on the inside of her slim legs. She felt less aware of the ache in her muscles.

She found that she did not feel as tired as before.

A rush of energy rippled up and down her spine.

Stacy could feel a tremendous ache developing in her pussy.

She could tell that both her inner and outer cunt lips were swelling quickly, on their way to full engorgement.

She could feel herself getting wet down between her legs – much wetter than she had ever been before.

She could tell that she was making a big wet spot in the crotch of her panties, but she kind of liked the sensation.

Stacy knew that it wouldn't be nearly as comfortable after her natural lubrication cooled down a bit.

Stacy's nipples and breasts began to swell as she watched.

She rubbed her thighs together, feeling her love button growing and quivering at the top of her quim.

Stacy could feel her breathing being altered by the state of her arousal, and she was having trouble keeping her breaths silent.

She had a great urge to moan with desire. It was an urge that was difficult to stifle. Her heart was pounding.

She could hear the muffled moans and groans of Michele and Bernedette getting more frenzied as the pair approached simultaneous orgasm.

Stacy could tell that the desire within her had already become too great for her to bear. She knew that the only answer was to make herself come and hope that would make it go away.

She didn't even think she could walk. She was shivering. Her cunt, her ass, and her nipples were burning with a need to be stroked.

Of course Stacy Turner had no idea what a full-fledged orgasm felt like.

Once, when she was watching an R-rated movie, she felt two sharp spasms during a passionate love-making scene. She wondered if that were an orgasm. She doubted it. Somehow she knew that she couldn't even imagine how wonderful an orgasm was.

She was feeling those same sharp throbs in her cunt as she watched, Bernedette sucking hard at Michele's cunt.

She wondered if she would be able to make herself come and not make any noise.

She knew that the girls were oblivious to noise, and became careless.

She figured they were so wrapped up in their own moaning and groaning that they wouldn't hear a gentle whimper.

Stacy reached to the front of her blouse and rolled her fingertips over the erections at the tips of her round breasts.

Stacy's tits were very firm, and larger than either of the lovers' before her.

Yet they did not sag a fraction of an inch and rested, smooth and supple, high on the black haired girl's chest.

She became even bolder and worked her fingers under her blouse so she could pinch her naked nipples.

She let out a sharp gasp as she squeezed at both of her nipples as hard as she could, pressing them flat between her thumbs and forefingers.