Anonymous - Lesbian Locker Room

She felt a thunderbolt of sensation shoot into her cunt, and she could tell she was getting soaking wet down there.

Then Bernedette and Michele began to lick at each other's clits, and it was only seconds before they rolled back and forth wildly with their simultaneous comes.

Stacy watched the muscles rippling through their arms and legs as they clutched each other desperately.

Stacy found herself wondering in her horniness how the two girls could breath with their faces pressed against each other's crotches in that manner.

Stacy couldn't help but hope that one of them would press their face against her cunt. Stacy wondered what a tongue would feel like licking at her incredibly sensitive virgin cunt flesh, and she moaned even louder.

Loud enough for Bernedette to hear.

Bernedette kept eating at Michele's pussy until the dark haired girl had finished her intense climax.

Bernedette than broke away from her lover and sprinted in the direction of the moan she had heard.

The tiny blonde had no trouble getting to Stacy, who had closed her eyes as she pinched and pulled her nipples.

Stacy was unaware that she had been discovered until Bernedette was on top of her, pinning her to a pine needle bed.

"What the fuck do you think you are doing spying on us?" Bernedette screaming at the terrified, masturbater.

"I-I-I-I-" Stacy couldn't get it out. She could feel her face burning, and she knew she was turning red as a beet with excruciating embarrassment.

She could feel an icy cold sweat oozing from all of the pores in her body.

Stacy caught a whiff of Bernedette's cunt as the naked girl sprawled on top of her.

Stacy allowed her desire to show. For a brief second Stacy gazed deeply into Bernedette's eyes with a lustful, soulful expression.

But it was long enough for Bernedette to understand.

She loosened her grip on the sides of Stacy's arms. Bernedette began to gyrate her hips a little, grinding down on Stacy, pressing their loins together.

"Were you playing with yourself. Stacy?" Bernedette asked, a taunting tone in her suddenly cruel voice.

"Uh huh," Stacy said with a nod. "It… it felt good."

"Hey Michele!" Bernedette called out. "We have a new playmate!"

"Who is it?" Michele asked, still trying to figure out what happened. One second she was coming and the next there was some sort of commotion.

Michele was not at her most alert immediately following an orgasm. She was groggy for about five minutes with the contentment of her glow.

"It's Stacy Turner! She says she will be our slave," Bernedette said. Then she turned back to Stacy and pressed the tip of her nose against Stacy's. "Won't you?"

"Sure!" Stacy said.

She figured she was finally going to make friends.

And her friends would also be her lovers.

How convenient!

How marvelous!

Stacy was still excited, but she wasn't frightened anymore. She knew that she would be able to speak without stammering.

"You are going to have to tell me what to do," Stacy said quietly. "I've never done anything like this before."

Bernedette's blue eyes lit up at those words.

The thought of busting in a virgin appealed to her.

"It's simple," Bernedette said. "Just human nature."

And with that the blonde planted her lips on Stacy's and Stacy could feel her clit swell larger than she had ever known it to be. The little ball of fiery flesh at the top of her cunt felt like it would explode at any second.

They kissed with only their lips for a moment, Stacy instinctively relaxed her jaw, parting both her teeth and her lips.

This allowed Bernedette to plunge her tongue deep into the little girl's mouth, making it stiff and long.

Stacy didn't know what to do and was somewhat startled by the penetrating tongue, so she wrapped her lips around it and sucked it slightly.

This made the cute blonde moan and gyrate her hips harder. Stacy rolled her tongue over Bernedette and ground upward with her hips, so that their loins were pressed together firmly.

Then Bernedette got up off Stacy and stood a few feet away, her hands on her hips.

The pretty blonde cocked her round ass to one side and pointed her fingers downward.

She stood with her feet a little more than shoulder width apart.

"You had better get out of those clothes, slave," Bernedette said to Stacy. "You won't be needing them for awhile."

"Okay!" Stacy said enthusiastically. She knew that she was going to feel pleasures that she couldn't imagine.

Now that an opportunity to have sex, even if it was with girls, had come around, Stacy was going to go for it.

Stacy stood up and quickly pulled off her shirt.

By this time Michele was sitting up in the grass, hugging her knees.

Michele was watching with a sly smile on her face as Stacy stripped.

Both Michele and Bernedette could feel their sadistic natures coming out as the girl agreed to be their slave.

They had always thought that Stacy was born for abuse anyway.

Bernedette was both the crueler and the more imaginative of the two, and it was she that formulated the game plan.

Bernedette could feel her bladder full, and she knew that she had to take a wicked leak in the near future.

The blonde smiled and cocked her right eyebrow into an arch as she decided to make her pee go on Stacy.

"When you have all of your clothes off I want you to get on your back in the grass," the blonde said.

Stacy was so excited at the prospect of having her first orgasm that she would have done anything.

She would have come all the way across Lake Ontario and back for a chance to feel a tongue in her cunt.

So she quickly kicked off her running shoes and unbuttoned the button that held the top of her jeans together.

She moved hurriedly and was soon tugging her pants and panties down over her hips and slender thighs.

Stacy would never have known that she had just got done running at least seven miles during practice.

She couldn't feel any muscle aches at all. She felt brand new. Stacy was feeling better than she had in years.

The little girl felt as if a huge weight had been lifted from her slim shoulders as she got naked.

Standing nude in the late afternoon sunshine, Stacy felt absolutely free. It was a feeling different from anything she had ever experienced. And she loved it.

The cute little black haired girl knew right then and there that she never wanted to wear a stitch of clothing again.

Stacy began to wonder if they had nudist camp high schools, and then laughed a little at being silly. Stacy tugged her socks off as she pulled her panties over her feet.

She was completely naked and quickly sprawled in the grass on her back.

"Now that you are my slave, you must do anything I ask. You will obey my every command," Bernedette said.

"I understand," Stacy said in a quiet voice.

"The truth of the matter is that I will beat the living shit out of. you if you disobey," Bernedette said.

Stacy shivered and felt the fear returning, trying to pierce through her hard shell of desire.

But this time around the little black haired girl felt the fear enhancing her desire rather than stifling it.

She really didn't know much about friendship or relationships in general. If they wanted her to be a slave, it was okay with her.

Stacy, by this time in her life, figured that any relationship was better than being all alone, and lonely.

"I know," Stacy said, looking up at Bernedette.

The cute little blonde moved so that she had one foot on either side of Stacy's slim waist, and she found herself clutching at the blades of grass with her chubby toes, feeling the tickle in her bladder getting worse by the second.

Michele was sitting up paying close attention to the action.