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.
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.
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.
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!