Where ravaging tentacles explore the female student body
One by one girls file out of the changing rooms. But the one who teased you is not amongst them. Taking a chance, you peer under the door again. The room appears deserted. You begin to think you must have missed her and are about to try the second door, when you become aware of the sound of rushing water from within. Curiosity gets the better of you and you edge further into the room. Around the corner, invisible from where you were previously positioned, a number of shower cubicles line the wall. They are built of a spartan brick construction and do not even have doors or curtains.
Standing in the centre cubicle is the girl who you followed here. She is naked and soapy water runs over her pink skin as she washes herself. Through the steam you admire the firm lines of her svelte body. Her back is towards you and your eyes follow it down to the taut hemispheres of her nicely rounded bottom and down again to the slender lengths of her sleekly muscled thighs. Trying to edge round to see more of her body, you accidentally bump into a bench.
'Is that you, Sally?' Luckily the girl cannot see you clearly through the steam. 'Do my back will you?'
Unable to risk trying to leave, worried that she will raise the alarm and expose your lecherous peeping, you have no choice but to move closer behind the girl and take the flexible shower head from her hand. As you play warm water over her rear, you are far from certain that you ever want to leave. Enjoying the water splashing down her back, the athletic girl leans forward slightly and rests against the wall with her hand.
'Be a mate and wash my back, will you. I can never reach properly.' With her free hand, she holds a bar of soap back towards you. You take the object with a trembling hand. This is pure fantasy come to life.
Aiming the shower head with one hand, you tremulously waft the soap down her spine.
'Come on! Stop messing about and scrub me properly!' Applying more pressure, you rub the pink cake of soap across her shoulder blades.
'That's better, girl!' Gaining confidence, you scrub up and down the length of her slender back, while the girl leans forward against the wall, wriggling with enjoyment. From time to time you allow the soap to wander onto the softness of her sides and she quivers at the touch on her sensitive waist. Then, with a touch of real boldness, you trail the cake of soap down her lower back and onto the firm swell of her bottom.
'Hello, hello! Feeling a bit frisky are we, Sally? Why don't you get in with me then.' Hardly able to believe your luck, and seeing that the athletic girl is still facing away from you, you quickly strip off and enter the shower cubicle. Careful not to get too close, aware even in your excited condition that she could hardly fail to notice your towering erection if you pressed it against her, you resume the soaping where you left off.
Still holding the shower head in one hand, you apply the soap vigorously to the velvety skin of the girl's taut bottom as she thrusts it back towards you. It feels firm but inviting as you allow your fingers to trail across it. Interested to see how far 'Sally' can go, you slide one narrow edge of the bar down the deep tight cleft between her buttocks and are rewarded with a small sigh.
'Ohhhhhh ... Sally! You are frisky! Wasn't last night enough for you? Taking encouragement from this, you slide the soap up and down her crevice a few times, while the girl's breathing deepens at your touch. Squirming slightly to avoid dislodging your hand, she gradually edges her legs apart and lowers her back more to throw her bottom into greater prominence. The invitation may be unspoken, but it is no less real for all that. In her assumed position, you can clearly see the girl's plump mound peeking back towards you from between her parted thighs.
Your own breath comes harder as you direct the flow of water onto her pouting pudenda. Following up quickly with your other hand, you slide the diminished bar forward over her labia and rub it into the sparse pubic hair. There is not much soap left, so much of your hand is in direct contact with the young girl as you work backwards and forwards over her prominent mound. As you soap her pubis, the angle forces your wrist to rub over her sex-lips where they hide the little joy-button and the athletic girl moans at this stimulation to her most sensitive spot. Taking the remaining wafer of soap, you carefully insert one narrow edge between her lips and slowly run it down the length of her slit. Then dropping the soap you run your own fingers down the same channel, feeling her outer lips part to welcome your touch, as the young girl quivers and moans to herself.
With a sudden movement that you are unable to avoid, the girl reaches back between her parted legs, her hand heading for your groin. Encountering the unexpected length of your throbbing penis, she freezes in surprise. Freezing too, you wait for the scream.
'Sally! You naughty girl! You got that strap-on that you were talking about. Oh, it does feel real doesn't it. But its not as big as I expected.' You cringe at this in a mixture of relief and inadequacy. But at least the girl isn't panicking. Her hand works roughly over your 'strap-on', testing its size and resilience.
'Oh well. It's probably a good job its not that big. Otherwise it would spoil me for anything I might get if I ever marry. Aren't you going to let me have it?' This is the best offer you have had for a long time, so wasting no time, you grasp her hip with your free hand, position your prick at the entrance to her cunt, and slide into her honeyed depths.
'Mmmmmmmhhhhhhh ...... oooooooooohhhhhhh ..... That is so much better than your finger,' the girl moans in appreciation as your rigid length impales her trembling body. Pride restored somewhat, at least you're bigger than Sally's finger, you thrust slowly in and out of the velvet walls clutching your aching member. With both hands now pressing firmly against the wall, the athletic young girl sags forwards under your assault. Still playing water over her body with the shower head, you snake your free hand round her narrow hips and shaft harder into her yielding body, your groin slapping against her quivering bottom with each powerful thrust. As she begins to moan with passion, you adjust your grip on her body until your fingers rest over the hard nub of her clitoris. Pressing back firmly with the heel of your hand into her groin, you begin to strum your fingers over her bud while continuing to thrust the full length of your penis into her welcoming cunt.
'Uuuuuuhhhhh ...... Ohhhhhhh ..... Yeesssssss ...... Oh, Sally, do me ..... do me good,' the girl moans with mounting excitement. Spurred on by her erotic vocals, you feel yourself swell as you fuck the young girl harder. Fingers clench spasmodically into the puffy flesh of her mound and you clutch a handful of soft cunt flesh as she pants and groans, hips twisting and writhing under the invasion, bottom jerking back to meet each thrust.
'Nnnnnnnhhhhhh ....... Arrrrggggghhhh .... Fuck me ...... fuck me hard you bitch ..... fuck my cunt 'til I can't stand! Fuck my dirty cunt you whore bitch goddess! Ooooooohhhhh ...... fuckfuck fuckfuck fuck .... I'm coooommmmmminngggggg .... ' The remaining noises are an incoherent babble as the athletc girl shudders with the strength of a series of orgasms thundering through her young body. Her cunt twitches wildly around your shaft, forcing you to lose control as your own climax shakes your body. At the last moment, you have a flash of realization and pull your twitching dick out of her sopping wet hole. She may not be on the pill! And even if she is, you don't think strap-ons are that realistic. The young girl sinks to the floor as you remove your support and jets of hot cum splash all over her curved back and bottom as she kneels, shuddering with the aftershock of her own orgasms.
Even as you cum over her quivering body, you retain enough sense to spray water from the shower head to wash away the evidence. Then quickly, before she can recover from the intensity of her experience, you slip quiety out of the shower, grab your clothes and leave the room. As you go, you wonder what Sally will think when she realizes her girlfriend has been having it away with some other 'girl'. You hope you haven't ruined a beautiful friendship. Outside, you rapidly dress and leave the changing rooms area.