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She found the behavior of her blonde lover fascinating.

This was a side of Bernedette that Michele had never seen before.

Michele was content to watch for the time being, and didn't have anything she particularly wanted Stacy to do.

Bernedette than bent and the knees and squatted, reaching down to pull her own cunt lips apart with her fingertips.

"The first thing you are going to have to do, Stacy, is be my toilet. I am going to pee all over you," Bernedette said with a mischievous giggle.

At first Stacy was grossed put by that thought, but then the piss came spurting out of the blonde's cunt.

Her urethra dilated and the stream of yellow fluid was steamy as it splashed onto Stacy's belly.

Stacy liked it right away and was pleased when Bernedette began to move her toes up toward her armpits.

The urine began to splash over Stacy's tits, making her erect nipple burn and throb with pleasure.

The smell of ammonia was in the air.

It didn't bother Stacy at all.

It made the cunt juices drain from her cunt.

Stacy began to writhe on the ground and she reached up to pinch and pull at her own nipples, feeling the piss spray over her fingers.

Bernedette pissed until her bladder was empty.

"Now that you have been my toilet, you must be my toilet paper," Bernedette said, tilting her head to one side.

Michele let out a loud belly laugh when she heard her blonde lover say that. Michele was starting to get hot watching this.

Stacy figured out what Bernedette meant by that.

The little black-haired girl lifted her head from the ground.

She placed the palms of her tiny hands flat in the grass, clutching a little at the cool blades of grass with her fingertips.

At the same time Bernedette dropped to her knees, moving so that Stacy could get at her cunt with her tongue.

Stacy found herself very curious about what a cunt would taste like.

She already knew pretty much what it would smell like, but she was curious if it would look like hers.

Stacy had once examined herself with a hand-mirror, so she had a pretty good idea what her cunt looked like even though she had only done it once.

Bernedette continued to hold her inner cunt lips apart.

Stacy was eager with her tongue and went right for the piss hole.

She licked up and down the cunt slit enthusiastically.

Stacy used both the flat part and the tip of her tongue.

Of course Stacy did not stop even after she had licked all of the excess urine away from the urethra.

Stacy was smart enough to know why her tongue was where it was.

She made her tongue stiff and pushed it inside the hole, fascinated at the way the pussy flesh felt. Hot, soft, wet, swollen, elastic, pulsating. She thought that it was funny that she was exploring another girl's pussy before she had even explored her own.

"Lick the clit!" Bernedette said in a firm tone.

The little blonde was very good at playing dominatrix.

She had an effective command voice – as if she were a cop.

When Bernedette Wellington spoke to her brand new slave it was obvious even to Michele that she wasn't going to take no for an answer.

Bernedette was really getting off on being eaten by the submissive girl and could feel her honey pot boiling as Stacy went for her clit.

The little black haired girl licked at it lightly.

"HARDER, CUNT! LICK IT HARDER!" Bernedette screamed, her anger and her passion combining in her horny brain.

Stacy licked at the clit as hard and fast as she could.

Stacy let go of her inner labia and grabbed the back of Stacy's head.

She pressed Stacy's face very hard against her pussy.

Her clitoris was being battered back and forth like a punching bag.

And she exploded into ultimate orgasmic delight!

Stacy could feel a little spurt of fluid come out of Bernedette's piss hole at the moment of her come.

At first she thought that this was a little bit of piss that had been leftover from her urination.

But she later learned that the fluid was sex juice. It was a tiny female ejaculation that hit her on the chin.

Stacy kept eating at the pussy until Bernedette grabbed.her hard by" the air and pulled her face out of her crotch.

"That was very good slave. Now, I want you to go over there and lick Michele's asshole," Bernedette said.

There was a dreaminess to Bernedette's voice that betrayed her afterglow. The edge of her cruel tone had been dulled by the appeasement of her passion.

Michele nodded that it was okay with her and moved so that she was on her hands and knees in the grass.

Michele turned so that her ass was pointing toward Stacy and the black haired girl immediately stood and walked to Michele.

Stacy knelt behind Michele and Michele reached back to pull the cheeks of her own ass apart as far as they would go.

Stacy could feel her clit throb hard as she saw the thick crop of dark hair that grew in the crack of Michele's ass.

The hair was thickest in a ring around the asshole, where Stacy could see the pink anus quivering with anticipation.

Michele could feel her asshole tingling and burning as her new slave knelt at her rear end complacently.

Michele was starting to think that she would like to play dominatrix bitch too. It seemed like fun when Bernedette did it.

"LICK MY ASSHOLE!" Michele ordered. Her command voice was not as authoritative as Bernedette's but it turned out to be equally effective.

Stacy pressed her nose and her mouth right up into the taut crack of Michele's ass so that she could tongue the sphincter.

Stacy parted her lips and shot her tongue out between them, driving the tongue tip well inside the anus, forcing the sphincter muscle to open a bit to allow that unexpected penetration.

Michele grunted. "I said lick it, not stick it in," Michele screamed: She didn't like the idea of her slave being so presumptuous.

It was Michele's turn to be sadistic. She cut a wicked fart right in Stacy's face making the little black haired girl sputter and draw back with her face for a moment.

Michele laughed heartily and turned to face Stacy.

Michele slapped the little girl across the face four times.

She hit Stacy hard enough to send her falling back into the grass.

Michele had struck her twice on either cheek. Twice with her palm, and twice with the knuckles on the back of her hand.

Both of Stacy's cheeks were reddened by the blows and she used her tongue to make sure that none of her teeth were loosened.

Stacy was pleased to find that all of her back teeth were still firmly rooted in the pink gums.

"You must always do exactly as I say!" Michele screamed, rising to her feet so she could tower over the now cowering slave.

"Okay. It will never happen again. I'm sorry. I guess I was just a little over-anxious or something," Stacy managed to say.

She was pleased with herself. Stacy was sure that she would have difficulty speaking, but she hadn't stammered once.

In fact, she hadn't stammered since she had taken off her clothes. She wondered if being naked actually had something to do with her sudden ability to speak freely and comfortably without fear of being laughed at.

She felt degraded and humiliated by Bernedette and Michele. But Stacy found that she liked the degradation.

Being a sex slave was the most fun she had ever had.

"I've got an idea!" Bernedette said suddenly.

"What?" Michele asked.

"My folks are going away tonight."

"For how long?"

"Coming back tomorrow morning."

"Let's take this one to your house!"

"My thoughts precisely," Bernedette said. And they all dressed.

The three girls made their way over to Bernedette's house. Her mother and father were still there, her father having just gotten home from work.