Michele woke up in her own house. She had gone home late after Bernedette had fallen asleep. She liked to sleep in her own bed.
The dark haired girl told her folks, who were already up and eating breakfast in the kitchen, that the coach had called Saturday practice, and said that she would probably be home for supper, and if not, she would call to let them know.
She grabbed her gym bag and bounced out her front door, allowing the screen door to slam shut.
Michele looked up at the sky and her olive complexioned face burst into a wide happy grin. It was a beautiful day!
Once again, there wasn't a cloud in the sky. The sky above was the same bright blue as Bernedette's eyes.
Michele walked swiftly toward the school, hoping that she wouldn't have to run into anyone she knew.
The other girls on the team would know that there was no practice, and would wonder what she was doing.
As it turned out, she didn't see a single soul on her way.
She checked her watch as she arrived at the school building.
She was fifteen minutes early. The first to arrive.
She sat on the ground in the sun and looked out over the school grounds.
Michele could see that the baseball team was having their practice.
Michele was disgusted by this. She didn't like guys in general.
It especially bothered her that they got to use the school facilities on week – ends when the girls' locker room was locked up securely.
Michele then unzipped her gym bag, just to make sure that she hadn't forgotten anything. Nope. It was all there.
Not only did she have her sweat-suit and a spare pair of socks, but she had brought along a cigar shaped dildo to use on Stacy and Bernedette once the running was through.
She zipped the gym bag back up and waited, hugging her knees, looking up at the sky with her eyes closed so the sun would beat on her face.
Stacy woke up an hour before she was supposed to be at the school and moaned as she tried to get out of bed.
Her muscles felt like they were made of straw.
Stacy thought she had turned into a little old lady.
Her joints felt rusty – as if they needed oil.
She couldn't figure out how she was ever going to manage to run.
But, then again, that was the way Stacy had felt every morning since she began to work-out with the team.
She knew that a long hot shower and a brisk walk to the school would loosen her up a little bit.
Stacy was pleased, on the other hand, to find the soreness in her cunt and ass all but gone by morning.
She fingered herself down there through her Pi's a little and didn't even have to wince like she thought she would.
She assumed correctly that the insides of her fuck holes were going to be explored once again on this day. She was glad that her internal mucous membranes showed the capability to heal so rapidly.
She walked sleepily to the bathroom and took a long shower, letting the needles of spray knead her sore muscles.
She felt a little better and had just begun to soap her tits when she heard her father knocking angrily at the door.
"Get the fuck out of the John!" he screamed. "What do you want to do? Use up all the hot water."
Jake Turner was not a very nice man and tended to treat everything he encountered as if it were out to get him.
Stacy obediently cut her shower short and get out of the steamy bathroom as fast as she could to get dressed.
In her bedroom she took a peek out the window and was pleased to see that it was sunshiny and warm.
Without speaking to her parents she grabbed her gym bag and headed for the school.
Her cunt began to ache with desire.
And her muscles began to feel alive once again.
By the time she got there she felt as if she could run a marathon.
Bernedette woke up and was surprised she was alone.
She had naturally assumed that Michele would spend the night.
But the blonde was not the type to let things like this bother her.
What did bother her was that she had over-slept. She was late.
She had twenty minutes to get out to the janitor's house, pick up the key, and get to the high school.
She did not even bother to brush her teeth. The little blonde hopped into her running gear, grabbed her bag and headed out of the house.
Her mother and father were still asleep, so she scribbled a quick note explaining her whereabouts on the blackboard next to the kitchen telephone.
Bernedette decided to sprint to the janitor's house, just to get her muscles loosened up after being asleep all night.
She wasn't even out of breath when she got to his shack.
Her face was only slightly reddened and the only sweat she felt was under her arms, trickling down her sides.
She knocked on the door firmly, knowing that Benson was a little on the hard of hearing side – or at least he pretended to be.
"GO AWAY!" Bernedette heard a muffled voice say from inside.
It had never occurred to her that there might be problems getting the key.
"Benson! Open up. I came to visit you," Bernedette said.
"Who is? Who's there?" the voice said. The shack had the smell of burning wood about it, from the stove in the center that supplied the heat.
"It's Bernedette. Remember me? I have blonde hair," she said.
Benson did indeed remember Bernedette. He remembered her well.
He opened the door and Bernedette could see he was wearing only his underwear.
Realizing that he was crazy, the pretty little blonde tried to act like their was nothing unusual about his attire.
She did the best she could to keep from looking at the bulge in the crotch of his gray underwear.
His cock was quite obviously swollen, and Bernedette could see that he was hung like a horse down there.
"Hi, Benson. Nice to see you again. I was wondering if you could do me a favor," she said cheerfully.
"What is it? Benson would like to do a favor for Bernedette."
"Thanks. I need the key to the girl's locker room, Benson."
"Tell you what. Benson will do a favor for Bernedette if Bernedette does a favor for Benson," the janitor said.
There was a little twinkle in his eye which made Bernedette suspect he wasn't as dumb as he was pretending to be.
"What?"
"Suck this?" Benson said, pointing at his cock.
All Benson knew about sex was from what he read written on the rest room walls in the high school building.
He had no idea that what he was asking would be considered vulgar by the little blonde teenager.
"No way, Benson," Bernedette said firmly, feeling a little nervous.
"No key," was the crazy janitor's quick response.
Bernedette knew that Michele would laugh at her if she showed up at the school without the key.
Bernedette certainly did not want to lose any face in front of her adoring sex slave at that point either.
"Okay," the little blonde said. "But we will have to make it quick. I'm running late already."
Bernedette walked into the shack and tried not to look around for fear of what she might see…
The place did not smell as bad as she thought it would, although it was obvious the man had not cleaned up around the place in years.
There was a bare mattress on the wood floor and a bare light bulb was yellow though lit as it dangled from the beamed ceiling.
Benson's eyes lit up as he heard the little girl's affirmative answer, and he stood aside as she walked past him.
He had dreamed of having his cock sucked many times.
Every time he jacked – off – which was frequently – he thought of sweet teenage lips wrapped around his huge phallus!
Bernedette had never seen a real erect cock before and found herself very anxious to find out what one looked like.
She could tell even before the man got his underwear off that his prick was as big – or bigger – than the dildos she and Michele used in their sex play.
She could tell that she would have to open her mouth as far as she could to get him between her lips.
The janitor hooked his thumbs underneath the elastic at the top pf his underwear and pulled them down.
His cock and balls were bared and Bernedette puckered her lips, feeling her eyes going wide with air.
She gasped through those puckered sensuous lips and heard herself make a low whistling noise in the process.
His cock was a full ten inches long and it was sticking out straight from his hips at a slightly upward angle.
She could see the whole length of the janitor's prick bobbing up and down as if connected to his loins by a hinge.
Both the head and the shaft of the cock were throbbing quite visibly with the touched man's anticipation.
Bernedette could see that his cock was thickest at the head, which was shaped like an edible mushroom.
She could see that the skin was stretched tightly over his glans, making it look thin and smooth.
The head was obviously fully engorged and looked as if it would explode if another drop of blood tried to pump its way inside. Benson's cock head was a deep purple color from engorgement.
She found herself looking at the piss hole in the center.
The hole had little lips on either side, like a mouth…
She could see the hole opening and closing with tiny spasms.
Bernedette then looked at the shaft of his cock.
It was only a little bit skinnier than the cock head.
And it was slightly lighter shade of purple also.
But it was obviously as hard as a tube of granite!
As his cock snapped upward she looked at the underside and noticed that it was lined with dilated veins.
Those veins were blue and had the effect of making his tool look more like an angry weapon than an object of love-making.
Bernedette lowered her eyes even further to see the huge sack that held the janitor's swollen testicles.
That wrinkled sack was a lot bigger than she would have thought it would be, and she figured there was no way she could fit the whole scrotum in the palm of her hand without opening her fingers very far apart.
Bernedette wondered if all guys were built like Bens on, or if he was the exception to the rule.
She was still boggled by both the length and girth of his prick, and found herself panting at the thought of taking him in her mouth.
She could see that his scrotal sack was filled to the brim with his hot sticky semen, and this made her wonder what man come tasted like.
The little blonde decided right then and there that she would not pull her head away from his cock when he came.
She decided that she would swallow his come. She wanted to drink his plentiful spunk – right from the tap!
Bernedette dropped to her knees on the dirty floor, glad that she wasn't wearing anything nice.
She stroked the insides of the nude man's thighs, and began to enjoy the sweaty smell coming from his crotch.
She placed her fingertips at the base of his scrotum and lifted the sack up a little bit slowly.
Bernedette than bounced his obviously swollen testicles up and down on her upturned fingertips.
As the pretty little blonde did this to the man she looked as if she were trying to determine the weight of his balls.
She opened her fingers and cupped his nuts. She gave his balls a little squeeze for each of his pounding heartbeats.
In this manner Bernedette simulated Benson's natural throbbing.
He moaned.
He gasped.
He sighed.
"Suck it," he said.
Before she took the cock in her mouth she used the fingertips on her free hand to caress the underside of his throbbing thick cock shaft.
She pressed on the underside, feeling the dilated, protruding blue veins pulsating against her fingertips.
She pushed his cock so that it was pointing at the ceiling of the tiny filthy shack – pressed securely against his flat belly.
His cock was so long that the tip rested against his stomach well above his hairy bellybutton.
Benson had a thick rug of dark brown fur that covered his chest and stomach, as well as around his privates.
Bernedette parted her lips and stuck out her tongue.
She placed the tip at the base of Benson's prick.
She flicked it back and forth and straightened her back.
She flicked her way all the way to the purple glans.
She allowed the blue veins to determine her tongue's route.
The man jerked his hips as she licked a particularly sensitive spot just below his cock head. She lingered on that spot, a fleshy patch below where his glans split, making his cock head look like a ripe plum.
She then allowed the head to lower away from his belly and wrapped her fingers around the base of the shaft.
His cock was so thick that Bernedette's fingers did not make it all the way around without the help of her fingernails.
She pointed the tip of his prick at her mouth and lazily rolled her tongue over the rock-hard cap.
She made her tongue pointy at the tip for a second so she could toy playfully with his piss hole.
She then concentrated on relaxing the muscles in her jaw.
She thought about breathing exclusively through her nose.
Her nostrils flared as she allowed her jaw to drop.
Bernedette's mouth fell gaping open and she pushed forward with her head, loving the taste of raw cock meat!
Bernedette could tell by the way Benson was moaning and groaning that she wouldn't have to suck for long.
She had to open her mouth as far as she could to wrap her lips tightly around the ring of scar tissue at the base of his cock head.
She drew in her cheeks she sucked so hard and tried to continue licking him in spite of the fact that her tongue was pinned to the bottom of her mouth by the girth of his incredible glans.
In a matter of seconds he let out an animalistic scream of pleasure.
He sounded as if the beast in him had emerged in full.
No civilized behavior was left in the janitor as he came.
He was an animal in heat – writhing in his ecstasy.
Bernedette felt the head of his cock spasming against the inside of her mouth.
She was careful to keep her sensuous lips curled so she would not scrape his sensitive prick with her teeth.
"AARRGGHH!!" Benson called out as his legs trembled.
All of his muscles stiffened and he arched his back.
But he was too shy to touch the girl at any point.
He kept his hands politely at his sides, clenched in fists.
Suddenly Bernedette's mouth was filled with his come.
She made a desperate attempt to keep all of his juice in her mouth.
She puffed out her cheeks and began to swallow as fast as she could.
But the initial blast of cream was humongous and she could feel the thick stuff oozing from the stretched corners of her mouth, rolling down onto her chin, where some cooled and some dripped down onto her wrist, where she was still holding both of his nuts at the same time snugly.
She loved the way the hot cream felt as it slithered down her gullet on its way to her stomach.
She could feel a warm spot forming in the pit of her stomach where the man come was gathering. She had read that semen was almost one-hundred percent protein, and was actually very good for a little girl.
She could almost feel herself getting healthier.
She sucked him until no more spunk spat from his cock.
All of his muscles relaxed and she could tell that the crazy man's orgasm was over.
She loved the taste of his come. It was salty and fishy – yet there was something refreshing about the flavor.
Bernedette could feel her taste buds tingling. She pulled her mouth off of the head of his cock.
She closed her jaw which ached a little from being forced open so far.
She pumped his shaft with her fist keeping her eye on the dilated lips on either side of his piss hole.
His cock was already losing its urgent rigidity.
She knew that the prick was on its way to being flaccid.
As she pumped him she saw his piss hole open one more time.
A single bead of post-orgasmic silver seed formed.
She licked this away with a quick swipe of her tongue.
She rolled her tongue over his cock head to clean him.
She then licked all around her mouth to clean off the goo that had spilt onto her face.
Bernedette rose to her feet and got right down to business.
"Bernedette has done her favor for Benson. Now Benson has to do his favor for Bernedette," the little blonde said holding her palm out as she slowly rose to her feet before him, releasing her grip on both his deflating cock and his appeased balls.
Benson had completely forgotten what favor he was supposed to do.
He had never had his cock sucked before. The experience had launched him into a dream-world – where he was all by himself.
He looked at her blankly and the little girl quickly became frustrated.
"The Key! The key to the girls' lockerroom!" she said.
Benson smiled and handed her his whole key chain. He found the proper key and handed her the ring with the appropriate key aloft, Bernedette snatched them briskly from his hand and scurried out the door.
"I'll drop them off in front of your door when I'm done with them. Thanks, Benson," she exclaimed.
Benson stood naked in the doorway with a blank look on his face.
"Bye bye," he said, not loud enough for her to hear. She was already running at full stride toward the school building only a few hundred yards away.
Bernedette glanced at her watch as she ran to the school building and saw that she was ten minutes late.
She smiled with contentment. She was actually being pretty close to punctual considering her obstacles.
Michele was already making Stacy run wind-sprints by the time the little blonde showed up with the key.
It occurred to Bernedette that she had all of the keys to the whole building and that they could have the run of the place if they wanted.
Bernedette thought it was a shame that there wasn't much fun to be had in an empty school building with the exception of the shower room where there was plenty of hot water and soap and privacy.
The girls entered the building and changed into running gear.
Once back outside Michele and Bernedette stood around and made Stacy run all the way around the school grounds many times, until the little girl collapsed and vomited.
They told her to take a rest and ran one lap themselves, not pressing.
Bernedette was all ready to force Stacy to do something else strenuous and painful when the running session was cut short.
Out on the baseball field the whistle blew and the team, in their uniforms came running back toward the school.
"We had better get inside before they see us," Bernedette said. "Asshole boy," Michele said with true hate in her voice.
They dragged Stacy into the locker room and locked the door behind themselves before the boys got too close.
At that very moment the race to the boy's shower facilities was being led by MacIntyre Symms and Bernard Shakey.
"Christ, I'm horny!" Maclntyre said. "I gotta get me some poon tonight or I'm gonna freak."
"I know what you mean," Bernard agreed. "I'm so horny the crack of dawn better look out for me."
The boys laughed cruelly. They thought of girls as no more than hole to shoot their scum into.
The baseball team showered and most left within fifteen minutes.
MacIntyre and Bernard hung around to work on the weight machine a little.
Everything was quiet and they heard something strange.
Through the wall to the girl's locker room they could hear moans and groans.
Stacy was being forced to eat Michele's cunt and asshole.
Michele was moaning loudly with the pleasure this gave her.
It never occurred to her that any boys were left in the building.
"What do you think is going on in there?" Bernard asked.
"I'll betcha a million bucks it's dykes getting it on," MacIntyre said.
"What say we pick up a little butch meat?" Bernard said.
Both boys laughed. Working with the weight machine could wait!
They had better things to do.
Like find out just what those hot young pussies were all about.