Heather at School (OWWH 5)
Copyright© 2025 by CW
Chapter 17
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 17 - Jess, Aaron, and Heather return as Heather goes off to college.
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Coercion Consensual NonConsensual Lesbian BiSexual Fiction BDSM FemaleDom Humiliation Light Bond Spanking Group Sex Anal Sex Exhibitionism Masturbation Oral Sex Pegging Sex Toys Public Sex
We arrived at the showers without any more incidents. I saw a guy head in first, followed by a girl. I was thankful that they were co-ed and I wasn’t going to get arrested for being in the women’s showers.
Clarissa brought me to one toward the end, she looked over her shoulder to see if anyone was watching, then pulled the curtain aside and pushed me in quickly.
“More than one person in the stall at a time is technically a violation of the dormitory rules,” she whispered. I wondered how often it was enforced and chuckled as I imagined some RA going from stall to stall, peeking in at everyone to take an inventory of the people in there.
We were in a tiled area with a hook on the wall and a bench. Then a second curtain after that led to the shower itself.
Clarissa reached for my waist and untied the belt holding the robe closed. I thought to myself that she was taking her job of cleaning me seriously.
With the belt loose, the robe fell upon and showed her my naked front again. Her fingers felt my smooth pubis once more, then she slipped the robe off my shoulders and took it ... As she admired my body (not that I was much to look at but she seemed to enjoy it so hey), she undid her own robe and for the first time I saw her completely naked form. As I had felt, her chest was small but cute. I’m a boob guy but I’m also very easy going. All sizes and body types are fine with me.
She hung her robe on the hook, then hung mine as well. For the first time I saw the words on the back of the robe I’d been wearing.
“Son of a bitch...” I muttered. Clarissa laughed.
She reached past the second curtain to turn the water on, checked the temperature, and adjusted it. She slipped in past the curtain and I watched as the water splashed against her tiny tits before rolling down her belly and falling to the floor. Some of it got caught in her pubic hair in the process.
“Sooo, are you planning on joining me??” she asked with a smirk. Oops.
I slipped past the curtain next to her. The water was hitting her first so only the cast off was hitting me but that was ok.
She reached outside the curtain to her toiletry bag on the bench and pulled out a bottle of body wash. She opened the cap, went to squirt some into her hand, but then stopped. She held it above her chest and squeezed the bottle so the white soap squirted across her boobs. I don’t know if it was her intention but it looked exactly like a cum shot across her rack and my cock lurched at the thought.
She set the bottle down on a shelf inside the shower so she could use her hands to work the soap into her chest. She made slow and methodical motions while watching me in the face, clearly for effect more than for actual cleaning. Then she stopped. Looked at me, looked down at her soapy body, and looked at me again with questioning eyes. Oh.
I placed my hands on her sudsy chest and kneaded her boobs. There wasn’t much flesh there to squeeze but I felt her rock-hard nipples with my thumbs and deliberately flicked them. They must have been very sensitive because her body jerked upwards at the feeling.
Then I ran my hands down her petite frame from her shoulders to her hips. Again, I wasn’t doing much of any cleaning either but she didn’t seem to care.
I pulled her closer to me so I could reach behind for her cheeks. They, like her tits, weren’t plump but they still felt nice to caress. My soapy fingers slipped up her ass crack and I let one digit penetrate just enough between the cheeks to be felt. Her whole body went rigid and her cheeks locked on my finger like a bear trap.
“I ... I’ve never had anything ... up there...” she said, afraid.
“It’s ok, I won’t do anything you don’t want me to,” I said, withdrawing my finger.
“Wait,” she said. “When I watched you at the show ... I saw that girl put, uh, that thing up your butt. What does it feel like?” The shower continued to splash on us.
“It feels...” I began, trying to think how to describe it. “Different. I guess. Sorry, I know that’s not helpful. For me it feels good. I love the feeling. I’ve heard it’s different for girls because of biology but Jess seems to enjoy it too.”
Clarissa paused to digest that then decided. “Ok, stick it back in. All the way, I mean.”
I had trouble not laughing at how she phrased that but I made sure not to, lest she think I was making fun of her.
She turned around so her back was to me and waited. I worked up a good lather on her backside which I worked in between her cheeks with my hand. Initially she tensed again but relaxed right away.
I reached around to hold her with my left arm and worked a finger from my other hand up and down between her cheeks until she got used to the feeling. Once she seemed ready, I pushed a finger against her sphincter just hard enough for it to open up and swallow a half inch. She gasped but resisted the urge to close up so I pushed the rest of the finger in until my other digits bottomed out on her cheeks.
I leaned in to whisper in her ear. “So, how does it feel?”
She considered the question before answering me. “Um, different, I guess, just like you said. You can leave it in.”
So I did. I left the finger buried in her butt and allowed my other arm around her chest to play with one of her nipples.
“Umm, go easy...” she said. I don’t think I’d ever been with a girl whose nipples were so sensitive.
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