Maria and the Shower

Alright, I mentioned Maria earlier, right? She was the one in the red towel who surprised me outside my dorm room. Well, she had another surprise that Saturday morning...

Here's the deal. On Saturdays most folks in the dorm slept in, many after a long night at the bar. Not me. I got up around 6:30 or so on weekends. It's peaceful. You get the shower to yourself, the library is actually quiet, and a guy can actually think. Isn't that what college is for?

So anyway, I got up and walked down the hall into the bathroom to shower up. I always hated communal showers, but this one was better than some. There were several stalls so we had a bit of privacy, at least you would think...

There I was washing my hair when I heard the door open. Strange, I thought. I hardly ever had company at this time in the morning.

Then it got really quiet. No sound at all.

Now, while I'm naked in a public restroom I kind of like to know what's going on around me. I stood still for a moment. Nothing. No footsteps or anything...

I was just about to turn off the shower when I saw a shadow against the curtain. Someone was standing just a couple feet away.

creepy

I decided not to turn off the shower. I just wanted whoever it was to go away.

Smooth as a cat, Maria slipped in and stood directly in front of me. It was a bit of a shock. The water kind of splashed off of her head and into my eyes, blinding me temperately. Her breasts pressed against my abdomen. Moments later, another girl slipped in and stood behind me. She was a bit taller. Her breasts pushed against my middle back.

"Need a wash, Mr. Magnus?" Maria said.

They hugged me from either side, which acted as a very effective trap, and began scrubbing gently.

As cool as could be, which I'm sure wasn't very cool, I respectfully declined. I knew I had to get out of there, but they were very much preventing virtually any movement at all.

"Don't be bothered by us, we're just the shower girls" the other one giggled. "My name is Heather." She emptied some body wash onto her hand.

My hesitation was not an invitation, only a courtesy to excuse myself in a dignified manner. After all, it was a shower, and scrambling like a Tasmanian Devil is not safe on wet tile. I looked back to see how I might slip safely out of the shower and felt Maria's warm mouth surround my phallus...

I am ashamed to admit that the next several moments were occupied by a pause inspired by something other than courtesy. Shock, anger, disgust, pleasure, I can't be sure.

She engaged it with aggressive determination and skill. A moment later her hand cradled my scrotum. Within moments the unstoppable automatic response offered her its full size and shape.

I was somehow not horrified. I yielded, choosing to depart myself from the events taking place without physical resistance. I closed my eyes and escaped to my special place, outside in the woods, where there was absolutely no fellating going on whatsoever...

Maria reminded me there most definitely was, alternating between her hand and mouth with a soft, easiness, as if she was designed for such a task.

I continued to close my eyes and asked her politely to stop.

To my surprise she did, but then I immediately felt Heather's hand reach from behind and grasp tightly, stroking me slowly and deliberately.

The next moments were a blur. I remember Heather's hand pushing downward and then her waist pressed firmly against me from behind. To my horror it pushed me directly into the warmth of Maria's pussy. She had turned around and was now bent over with her hands against the tile wall. She pushed back and I found myself deep inside her.

Heather's long, strong arms reached around me on either side and took hold of Maria's waist, encouraging the fierce thrusting. They worked in perfect tandem, as if I was Heather's strap-on, and inanimate object being pounded repeatedly into Maria.

I was trapped. I knew it, and continued to try to will an escape. I watched Maria's irresistible curves as the water splashed against her back. I listened to her breathy sighs and observed her head bow in ecstasy. With Heather's persistent help I was engaging her like a thoughtless machine, desperately ashamed. I hated her and loved her all at once, but mostly hated her. Her hair tossed one way and then another. Her hands repositioned themselves on the tile. I wondered how such mindless barbaric physical penetration could bring her such delight. I wondered the same thing of myself.

I removed myself from all thought or emotion, becoming nothing more than an infuriated beast. She clenched tightly around me and the friction intensified. She placed her shoulder onto the tile and held tightly to the shower handle, becoming increasingly rigid. Heather maintained her speed and force. They were lost in themselves and so was I.

The hypnosis snapped and I suddenly regained focus. "How had I allowed this to happen?" I was conscious of my surroundings, yet Maria's tan skin became increasingly surreal, moving in slow motion. She and Heather pressed against me from both sides. This needed to end. It needed to end NOW. The words escaped softly from my lips:

"Please stop."

From writhing in desperate, unbridled passion, they both sprung as if a starting gun had been fired. Heather instantly pulled me back as Maria, trembling, pulled forward to escape me. It was as if they had been waiting for my command. It was as if they begged for any command at all, desperate to accommodate. What could be going on in those heads? Why? I raised my hand to my forehead, wiping the drops of sweat.

Maria turned the shower handle and cold water blasted all three of us. We fell out of the shower laughing. In jest, and seemingly unintentionally, I spanked Maria lightly for shocking us. She raised her hand to her smile and looked into my eyes with bashful desire as she turned the shower off.

The girls retrieved their towels and dried each other off.

"Well, Mr. Magnus. I hope your shower girls did an effective job. Can we do anything else for you this morning?"
"No, thank you very much, ladies. You've done more than enough."

They wrapped towels around themselves and bounced off as quietly as they arrived.