"Hey listen, Jane, why don't you invite me in for the next show there?"
"Huh? You?"
"Yeah. Let's watch together, the next time the girls go in to get changed."
"Are you crazy? It's too risky, man!"
"No, it's not. Come on, we can do it. When do the girls come in to change?"
"In about ten minutes, but I can't let you come into the girls' locker room. Somebody will see you."
"Who's gonna see me? Nobody is in the halls right now. Come on, it's gonna be fun. It will be a lot better than our last adventure together."
She smiled at this reference. I think that may have won her over. She didn't want to seem like a prude, after what we had been through together.
"Shit," she sighed, shaking her head. "If we get caught we better start looking for jobs in another line of work. Baby, nobody's gonna like this if we get caught."
"Ha. ha! Come on, let's go…"
There were no people in the halls, and we scurried along without being seen. She went into the locker area ahead of me, checked that it was all clear, and then signalled me to come along. She passed me into her office and closed the door. I had made it without any sirens going off.
"Okay," she said, "you wait here and I'll be back in a minute or two. Stay away from the door."
I took a chair and sat down in a corner next to a bin filled with basketballs and volley balls and baseball bats. I heard a shrill whistle go off. It was Miss Darwin calling the athletes in for their showers.
In another minute there was a great deal of noise, the sound of running feet by the dozen, and chirping, laughing, sexy, girlish voices.
Miss Darwin slipped back in, opening the door only a crack, and slamming and locking it behind her.
"Are you ready?" she asked.
"Sure am."
She went to the back of the room and threw aside a black curtain that hung on a rod from the ceiling. There was a small couch behind it and a tall filing cabinet.
"Help me move the cabinet."
I helped her. Behind it there was rotted plaster at the top of the wall, near the ceiling. She pulled the couch over and stood on it and gave me a hand up.
"Look through the wide crack there. Shade your eyes to cut out the light,"
I looked. Sure enough, there was a hole piercing through to the shower room and looking out at the lockers beyond. The locker room must have been built lower in the ground than the rest of the building and so you got a full overhead view of the whole area.
I was quickly concentrating on all the young things stripping off their gym outfits and didn't notice, till the sound of a shower spray hissing onto the tiles of the stall came to my ears, that someone was already in there. I lifted up on my toes and looked down. I froze, catching a deep breath at the erotic shock of seeing the nubile nymphet only a few feet away, naked as the day she was born, scrubbing away with a big cake of soap on a sexy, hairy blonde bush that sprouted between her slim, tapered thighs.
"See anything?" Miss Darwin inquired.
"I'll say," I whispered back.
Two more naked belles entered the open stall, a redhead with genuine carrot-top pussy hair, and a shapely brunette. They skipped under separate nozzles and turned the steamy water on full blast. They scrubbed with the soap.
I stared at the redhead. In a moment her lushly curved body was blanketed in a soapy film as she briskly rubbed the bar around her every nook and round cranny. I pressed my face against the narrow crack in the wail, as she leaned over, turning away from me, and presenting to my view her perfectly rounded ass cheeks, pink and glowing, and the slim, rippling flesh of her thighs, and, as she turned her hack to face me, that luscious scarlet-fringed slit of her young, tight pussy. God, what a sight!
I gazed at a newcomer, another brunette, petite and pretty, washing herself under the steady spray, unaware, all of them, of my feasting eyes, my eager gaze lapping up the exciting spectacle of their collective nudity so close to me.
Another blonde, her hair tied up in a bun; parted her legs and dipped one hand between them, sliding the bar of soap up and down along her fleecy crotch, the creamy soapsuds clinging to her cunt lips and curly golden hairs.
A tingling of delicious excitement flowed through my groin. This was the sexiest piece of theater I had witnessed in many a moon. I stared and stared at the multitude of voluptuousness, the rippling flesh of a dozen or so unclothed teenyboppers, and all the while my cock spasmed and grew and pushed out from my trousers.
Pair after pair of pert young tits, round pink bellies, and lightly curled, sparkling hair-triangles of every color danced into that shower room and under those sprays, soaping and washing their fronts, their bouncing buttocks, scrubbing the accumulated sweat from between their ass cheeks.
Jane Darwin ran her large, muscular hands around the crotch of my pants. She pressed her face against it and finally fingered my zipper and tugged it down.
"You don't mind, do you?” she chuckled.
"Not in the least. Do just what you feel you must, heh heh. And I do mean.”
She fumbled in my fly, and stuck her hand in, getting a good grip on the stiffening prick within, and she pulled it all out. It shot its head up to the ceiling immediately, and grew another two or three inches. Miss Darwin sighed loudly, in admiration, of course.
"Wow, baby," she sighed. "When I jerked you off at the party, I could tell you were big, but I didn't know just how fucking big! Wow, that's a horse cock you got there!"
"Well, I give it plenty of exercise."
She stroked it up and down, as I returned my eager gaze to the crack in the wall and the chorus line of prep school darlings, with their lovely tits and asses and hairy deltas. I looked hard, still hardly believing I was seeing all that delicious pussy littered around the nearby locker room. I recognized several of the girls from my classes and that made it just that much more exciting.
Beyond the shower, at the row of lockers, they were busily drying themselves off with identical blue towels, jerking the length of cloth back and forth through their hairy, wet crotches, buffing their pussies dry. That done, they would powder themselves and then pick up their bras and hang them carefully over their growing breasts, the nipples firmly sticking out from the titilation of that steaming shower spray. Then to the panties, daintily slipping in one shapely gam after the other, sliding the tight silky garment up their wide thighs, all soft babyfat, and up over their tender pink bottoms and powdered rosebushes. One girl put so much talc on her pussy, in fact, I thought for a moment she had gone prematurely white-haired.
Jane Darwin, all this while, was actively beating at my cock, and it responded appreciatively to her tough caresses, growing harder and longer.
"That's it, baby," I whispered down at her. "That feels real nice… stroke that cock, baby, yeah, move that big black hand all around it…"
Then I heard my name spoken by one of the showering chicks and I cocked an ear to the wall.
"Ooh, yeah, he's just the cutest," someone was saying.
It was a short, black-haired girl. A tall blonde answered her, as she ran a bar of soap through her cunt and up between her big titties.
"I'll say… mmmm, how I would like to have him right here, right now, with his clothes off…"
"Oh go on," said the other, "you wouldn't know what to do with him, in the shower or in bed."
"Oh yeah? That's what you think! Why, I'd take his big, stiff prick-" (How did she know it was stiff just then?)"-and I'd stick it right into this hot pussy of mine. It's aching for a cock to fill it up. Yeah, that's what I'd do…" She then stuck the bar of soap a good three or four inches into her damp hole, crouching over and twisting it several times.
"Well, Vicki, how do you know he's got a big cock, anyway? He might have just a tiny little thing that wouldn't fill even a tenth of your gruesome cave."