Stacy Turner was ordered to spread some white towels out on the floor so the two dominatrices would not have to lie on the bare tiles.
The little sex slave had been allowed to take a hot shower so her muscles would not stiffen up on her too severely – but she was still sore.
She had even been allowed to wash out her mouth, so she could get rid, of the taste of vomit there.
Stacy made a little bed of towels and Bernedette got on her back on them, opening her legs very wide.
Michele moved on top of Bernedette, in the sixty-nine position – so they could munch happily at each other's twats.
"While Bernedette and I eat each other, I want you to work this dildo in and out of my asshole," Michele said to her sex slave.
Stacy nodded wordlessly to let her two lovers know she understood the meaning of their instructions.
Michele placed her knees near Bernedette's armpits and lowered her head into the blonde's crotch.
Michele began to kiss lightly at the insides of Bernedette's thighs, licking and biting softly.
Bernedette moaned as she felt Michele warm, moist breath on the membranes of her hot pink cunt.
Bernedette couldn't get the incident with the crazy janitor out of her mind no matter how hard she tried.
She kept thinking about how good it felt to have that pulsating cock forced between her gaping lips.
She sighed as she remembered the way his cock head spasmed just before he shot his creamy wad.
Then she remembered how hot the come had been as it splashed around against her inner cheeks and throat.
It had been a lot hotter than she thought it would be, and at first she thought the come was scalding her tissues.
The semen had had the texture of raw egg white as it rolled down her gullet toward her waiting belly.
She had found it soothing on the tissues of her inner throat, as if it had a medicinal quality to it.
The taste had reminded her of when she was a little girl when she had been taken to the ocean by her parents.
When Bernedette was nine she and her mother and father had gone to the south New Jersey shore to swim.
Bernedette remembered how the beach had smelled at dusk when the tide was heading out and the beach was growing.
She thought that Benson's thick hot come tasted just the same as the way the beach had smelled that evening.
It was an odd association, Bernedette thought, but she had frequently found that smells and flavors triggered memories from the back of her mind that the pretty little blonde had considered long lost.
Michele arched her back so that her ass cheeks were raised in the air.
But she kept her loins low so the blonde would have no trouble getting at her cunt with her hot mouth.
Stacy was given the vibrator, which was made of plastic.
The dildo was pointy at the tip, rather than blunt like the black rubber one she had had inside both her cunt and her ass the previous day.
Stacy could see that there was a little switch at the very base of the fake cock.
She turned the switch as she examined the dildo and heard it start to buzz.
Stacy loved the way the vibrations felt against the palm of her hand as she wrapped her fingers around it.
It tickled sort of, and she knew that that vibration would feel great on her internal tissues. Stacy lightly massaged the cheeks of Michele's ass with her fingertips, only a few inches away from the top of Bernedette's head.
Stacy pulled those firm ass cheeks apart slowly with delicate fingertips and ran the buzzing vibrator up and down the crack, allowing the pointy tip to linger at the trembling anus for a couple of seconds.
Stacy could hear the two eating girls making sloppy wet slurping and sucking noises with their mouths.
She pressed the tip of the dildo directly against Michele's puckered asshole and pushed it inside.
Stacy was wide-eyed with wonderment as she watched the sphincter muscle open to allow the penetration.
The little puckers in the rectum flesh were smoothed somewhat as the hole opened up wide for her.
Bernedette had her long at the base of the pussy slit, not very far at all from the violating dildo.
She flicked the tip of her tongue back and forth on the outer edges of Michele's swollen inner lips.
Bernedette pushed those lips apart a little bit with her tongue, so she could push inside the cunt.
Bernedette made her tongue very stiff, tensing the pink muscle, and stuck it out as far as she could.
At the same time Michele, moaning as the dildo pushed deeper in her ass, was using the flat part of her tongue to lick at the entire length of Bernedette's private area.
Bernedette placed the tip of her tong as deep as she could get it inside Bernedette's trembling pussy.
At the same time, Michele started a tongue stroke at the very top of Bernedette's nearly hairless cunt.
She used the flat part of her tongue to lick over the fleshy sheath above the clit, and then the love button itself.
She pushed the little blonde's protruding inner lips apart as she crossed over the yearning fuck hole.
She did not stop when she got to the base of the pussy, and instead continued licking downward with her tongue until she was rimming the pretty little blonde's burning nether eye lovingly.
Stacy pushed the dildo in even further.
She knew Michele wanted the whole thing up her butt.
Stacy could feel her nipples growing.
They were hard and erect.
They tingled and yearned for stimulation.
Her pussy swelled.
Her cunt got wet. Her clit became engorged.
Stacy placed her fingertips at the very base of the vibrating fake cock and pushed until only a fraction of an inch was sticking out of the hole.
She turned the little switch at the base of the dildo all the way to the right so the batteries inside were working at maximum intensity.
Bernedette pulled her tongue out of Michele's fuck hole so she could go for the throbbing love button.
Michele made her tongue stiff as slowly worked it deep inside the pretty little blonde's tight asshole.
Stacy held the dildo all the way inside Michele's ass with the fingertips oh her dainty right hand.
The little sex slave decided at that moment to do something that she had never done before in her life.
She decided to touch herself. Stacy wanted to see if she could make herself come without the help of the others.
She ran the fingers of her left hand down her belly and stroked the insides of her own thighs for a moment.
Stacy was sitting back on her haunches on the floor of the tiled locker room floor with her knees apart.
Stacy shuddered as she began to run the tip of her forefinger up and down the outer lips of her pussy.
It didn't feel as good as when the others touched her there, but it felt damn good anyway, and she shivered as she curiously explored her pussy.
Stacy became experimental with her self-caresses.
She tried touching different spots with different pressures.
But everywhere she touched she found made her clit ache more.
She pushed her middle finger deep inside her pussy hole.
Then she wiggled it around and gasped for joy.
She was still a little sore in that pink tight hole.
It had been less than twenty-four hours since her cherry had been popped.
As Bernedette began to lick and suck at Michele's clit at the same time, feeling her own cunt once again being licked, she found her mind wandering.
The cute little blonde couldn't help herself – she couldn't get the taste of man come out of her mouth.
As the sex session wore on, Bernedette found herself wishing that she could get fucked by a real cock.
Being plunged deeply in the cunt and the ass by a dildo was fun.
But a fake cock was just that – fake. Dead. Inanimate. Cold.
She wanted to feel a real living cock inside her cunt.
Of course, she didn't want that prick to belong to Benson.
Bernedette had a handsomer cleaner lover in mind.
The little blonde tried to stifle her straight urges.
She knew that Michele would laugh at her if she told her how much she wanted a throbbing phallus to fuck her.
Little did the little blonde know that she wouldn't have to wait very long at all to have that experience.
Like always, her reality was to be nothing like her fantasy.
At that moment Maclntyre Symms and Bernard Shakey were standing outside of the school gymnasium trying to decide how to get into the girl's lockeroom so they could get their hands on the horny naked girls they knew were in there.
Maclntyre had already tried the door and had found it locked.
He knew there was no way the girls would open up for him if they knew who he was and why he was there.
"I've got an idea!" Bernard said, snapping his fingers.
An imaginary light bulb went on over his head just then.
"What is it?" Maclntyre asked, tilting his head a little.
Maclntyre raised his right eyebrow into an arch.
"That locker room is supposed to be locked, right?"
"Right!" Maclntyre agreed.
The muscular baseball pitcher could feel his eyes going wide.
"That means those girls aren't supposed to be in there."
"Yeah! What if I pretend I'm Coach Wallace. I'll pound like a cop and they'll think they are going to get screwed."
"And they'll be right!"
Both boys laughed.
"Do you have any idea who is in there?" Bernard asked.
"I couldn't tell," Maclntyre said, shaking his head.
"I guess all girls moan and groan the same," Bernard said.
"That's not exactly true," Maclntyre replied.
"I hope they aren't too big," Maclntyre said with a frown.
"Why is that?" Bernard asked. They moved to the door of the girl's locker room.
"I'm just not in the mood for a struggle," Maclntyre said, pressing his ear against the door.
"Oh come on. There aren't any girls in the whole school who could get away from us if we didn't want them to," Bernard said.
"I guess you're right," Maclntyre agreed. "Still, I'm in the mood for a cakewalk, if you know what I mean."
Maclntyre took a deep breath to calm himself down a little. He could feel a little sweat of nervousness forming at his brow.
Maclntyre could feel an ache starting in his balls.
He could tell that his testicles were starting to swell.
His scrotal sack felt heavy inside his tight pants.
The wrinkled sack felt filled to the brim with come.
He felt as if his scrotum were about to overflow.
Maclntyre could feel the blood of his arousal pumping.
That blood was heading for his cock – which started to grow.
He could feel the crotch of his jeans getting tighter by the second.
By the time he wrapped hard at the door with his knuckles he felt like his cock was going to burst right out of his pants.
The cotton material at the front of his underwear was pulled taut and being strained by his cock's size.
Stacy had her finger directly on her clitoris at that moment.
She was flicking the fingertip back and forth. She felt herself coming.
With her other hand she moved the dildo in and out of Michele's asshole, using the whole length of the fake cock.
Michele and Bernedette were sucking and licking at each other's, engorged clitorises simultaneously.
All three of the girls came together during that wonderful moment on the towels on the floor of the locker room.
Then they all heard the loud knocking at the door.
The girl's could feel the blood rushing from their faces.
They were all turning as white as sheets from fear.
The three broke out into icy cold perspiration. Raw terror.
Stacy pulled the dildo out of Michele's asshole.
Michele and Bernedette rose to their feet – knees trembling.
Michele looked at her blonde lover with panic in her eyes.
"What are we going to do?" Michele asked.
"How the fuck do I know?" Bernedette responded, her voice quivering a little, making her sound as if she were about to sob.