"Who is there?" Bernedette called out weakly. She had first thought that being quiet might be her best bet. But then she decided that there was no point in panicking until she was sure there was a crisis underway.
"COACH WALLACE!" a voice boomed angrily from the other side of the thick metal door and dread filled the girls' hearts.
There was a genuine crisis. It was time to panic.
"What do you want?" Bernedette called back at the voice.
This time she spoke with more confidence. She did not want her guilt in the situation to be apparent right away.
"What are you girls doing in there. You know that part of the building is supposed to be locked up!" the voice said.
Maclntyre had been playing team sports under Coach Wallace ever since he was in the ninth grade.
In the previous four years the tall handsome boy had learned to imitate his coach's voice flawlessly.
None of the three girls inside the locker room had the slightest idea a prank was being pulled.
They were sure that the real article was out there, ready to have them all kicked out of school.
Stacy knew that her father would beat her within an inch of her life if she was suspended from school.
If the charge was breaking and entering, she figured her father might lock her in that closet for a week.
"Wait a second. We have to get dressed," Bernedette said.
The three girls knew that their best bet was to leave the building very fast and hope the coach wouldn't report the incident.
They had no reason to believe that he knew they were making out in there on the, tiled floor.
For all they knew he was merely concerned about them using the facilities when they weren't supposed to.
Bernedette hoped that Coach Wallace was a regular guy. He seemed nice enough when she saw him in the halls.
Maclntyre was the taller of the two boys. He stood six feet two inches and had an enormous upper body.
When he wasn't pitching, he got to play first base most of the time.
Infielder's like a big target over there at first.
Maclntyre had long arms and could catch balls that were thrown either high, or off to one side.
He had long legs also so he could stretch out from the bag and nip speedy runners who might have otherwise legged out a hit.
His shoulders were very broad and he had thick slabs of muscle on his shoulders and across his back.
He had light blonde hair – almost as light as Bernedette's – only his was straight and feathery.
He needed a haircut. He looked a bit on the ungroomed side.
His hair tended to flop down both over his forehead and over the tops of his pink, shell-like ears.
His skin was fair and smooth, and he still only needed to shave about once a week, as his whiskers were soft as down, and did not grow very rapidly.
He had deep blue eyes and a ruggedly handsome face.
His cheeks were slightly hollowed but his jaw was firm and his chin was strong.
The baseball player's chin had a dimple in its center.
His chest was very wide, and he tended to tear out the shoulders of shirts if they shrunk in the wash.
In spite of the girth of his upper body his waist and his hips were very slim, making him look like a triangle point down.
Many girls at Rushdale High School thought that Maclntyre Symms was the best looking guy around.
There were all sorts of girls who would have done anything for an opportunity to get into his back seat.
His reputation as a ladies' man was only surpassed by his reputation as an inter-scholastic athlete.
He had been all-county in both football and basketball that year.
Since the school was so small the same guys tended to play on all of the teams.
Bernard was only a couple of inches shorter than Maclntyre and his hair was very dark and curly.
His hair was long in the back and fell over the top halves of his ears.
In the front he had bangs that came all the way to his eyebrows.
He had sleepy brown eyes that woman loved and a rather large nose.
He was not as thick through the upper torso as Maclntyre.
His muscles were finely toned, but slender. Bernard had a swimmer's muscles rather than a weight lifter's muscles.
Both boys had very large hands and feet, and were graceful in their movements in spite of their size.
The three girls all got into their running gear so it would look like they had just finished their work out.
Bernedette prepared to lie as she slowly opened the door to face the angry coach she was sure she would see.
"Sorry, C-" Bernedette said as she opened the door a crack.
Then she saw that she had been duped by Maclntyre.
Bernedette tried to pull the door back shut to lock it.
But her reactions were too slow. Maclntyre was waiting.
Maclntyre placed the palm of his hand on the door.
With a stiff right arm he forced it all the way open.
Before the girls could react Bernard and Maclntyre were inside the girls' locker room – for the first times in their lives.
"What the fuck do you animals think you are doing?" Michele screamed, her face turning red with anger.
Michele stood with her head cocked to the right so her long dark brown hair spilled over her right shoulder.
She placed her hands on her waist with the fingers pointing downward and cocked her hip to one side.
She placed the balls of her feet firmly on the floor a little more than shoulder-width apart.
She slowly clenched her hands into fists in her ire.
"The question is: What the fuck do you girls think you are doing?" Maclntyre said with an evil laugh.
Bernard calmly closed the metal locker room door and locked it so no one else would be able to enter.
No one was around except the five of them so the girls could scream and holler all they wanted to.
Maclntyre and Bernard did not give a. shit how much of a fuss the teenage girls made. In fact, the two boys were rather looking forward to the girls' protestations.
"We put in an extra day of practice," Bernedette said.
"Uh huh," Maclntyre said with an evil smile and a nod.
"Yeah," Michele chimed in. "It's okay for us to be here."
"We don't believe you," Bernard said cockily, folding his strong arms across his chest as he spoke.
"Stacy Turner. I'm surprised to see you here," Maclntyre said, looking at the little black haired girl.
"H-H-H-Hello," Stacy managed to spit out.
The little sex slave cursed herself silently.
The last thing she wanted was for her stammer to return.
Maclntyre focused his attention on Bernedette.
He had been eyeing that sweet little blonde for awhile.
Maclntyre thought it was fascinating that the three were lovers.
He didn't know that such things went on – not really.
But he could smell the sex in the air. The girls' faces were fleshed. Their lips were still puffy with lust.
Maclntyre knew what he had interrupted, and he planned to exploit that fact to the fullest degree.
"Hi, Bernedette. What do you think people would say if they knew the three of you were playing lesbo games in here," Maclntyre said.
"You bastards!" Michele hissed. She was ready to pull Maclntyre's eyeballs from their sockets with her bare hands.
"You won't tell, will you, Maclntyre?" Bernedette said. Her voice was pleading, begging him.
"Oh, Bernedette, my love, Bernard and I are very good at keeping secrets," Maclntyre said with a crooked smile.
"What's the catch, Maclntyre?" Bernedette asked. She already had a pretty good idea what the catch was.
"Well, we were figuring that as long as you girls are already hot and bothered, you might invite us to play," Bernard said.
Bernedette smiled. She had been thinking about having sex with a guy for the first time ever since she gave her first blow job earlier that morning.
"NO WAY!" Michele screamed, her whole body trembling with anger.
"It's okay, Michele," Bernedette said. "You can go. Me and Stacy will take care of these guys. They won't tell on us."
Michele looked at her blonde lover, in disbelief.
"What are you saying? Do you mean you are actually going to -?"
Michele couldn't even finish her sentence she was shaken so much.
"I'll see you later, Michele," Bernedette said. "Me and Stacy will take care of things here. Bye."
Michele grabbed her bag and stormed out of the locker room, tears welling in her eyes.
She couldn't believe that the love of her life had betrayed her like that.
Maclntyre locked the door after Michele had gone, and all four of them immediately got naked.
Stacy could feel her cunt boiling as she realized that she was going to get fucked by Bernard Shakey.
He was one of the most popular guys in the whole school!
Stacy figured she had to be the luckiest little girl in the whole world!
Stacy knew that becoming Bernedette's sex slave was the best move she had ever made. It had totally changed her life.
Her attitude toward the future had turned a full one hundred and eighty degrees.
She looked forward to waking up in the morning rather than dreading it. And now Bernard Shakey was going to fuck her in the boiling cunt with his big cock. It was all too good to be true.
Stacy sighed as she got naked.
Her pussy was soaking wet.
Her inner cunt yearned for penetration – deep penetration.
Maclntyre looked at Bernedette naked. He smile charmingly.
They gazed into each other's eyes. Sparks of passion flew.
They moved toward one another as if in slow motion.
Their lips parted and tingled in anticipation of the first kiss – long and full on the mouth.
Maclntyre placed his hands at the sides of Bernedette's amazingly slim waist and pulled her against him.
He towered over her, so she tilted her chin far upward and got up on her tip toes as high as she could.
Maclntyre slowly slid his hands to the small of Bernedette's back, and then down onto her ass cheeks.
He kneaded the ass cheeks firmly but sensuously, both pulling them apart and pressing them together.
He got his middle finger in the crack of her ass and massaged her there, where she was still damp from the plentiful natural lubrication she had spilled while being eaten by Michele only minutes before.
They mashed their lips together very hard and could feel their lips pressing against there teeth.
Their lips parted simultaneously and they lightly touched the tips of their tingling tongues together.
They both made a sexy purring noise and Maclntyre massaged Bernedette's asshole with his fingertip.
They were soon rolling their tongues together, getting their lips wet and slippery from shared saliva.
The kiss lasted for over a minute, during which they thoroughly explored the insides of each other's mouths.
When the kiss ended they were both breathless from passion.
"Stick your finger inside," Bernedette said with a shiver.
Her tongue flicked out so she could lick a saliva bubble from Macintyre's now puffy lower lip.
Only a few feet away in the girls' locker room, Stacy Had dropped to her knees before Bernard Shakey.
Stacy wrapped her tiny fingers around the base of Bernard's long thick cock and gave it a squeeze.
She had never seen a set of cock and balls before, and her eyes were wide with utter amazement.
She didn't know if that big prick would fit inside her pussy.
But she knew it was going to be a lot of fun trying.
Stacy placed her fingers at the base of his scrotum.
She tickled him there lightly making him groan with pleasure.
Bernard closed his eyes and began to gyrate his hips.
"Suck it until I come," Bernard said. And that was just what Stacy Turner intended to do.