The Shower

On the day of his orientation to the new campus, he’d taken a brief bathroom break at the men’s room directly across from the classroom where his classes would be held. As he walked in, he thought he noticed two stalls, but realized the second one, in the corner, was actually a full shower.

He’d wanted to be a college professor for a long time, really since he’d been in college himself some 20 years before. Now, though, he was finally doing it. Finally being assigned classes and an office and students that were all his. This was not an adjunct job or some part-time, online teaching assignment. He was an assistant professor, tenure track. He already had a few articles prepared for publication. He’d developed his syllabi. This was it.

Madison was in her senior year. A political science major, she was headed to law school after this semester. It wasn’t going to be a big journey. She’d been accepted at the prestigious, private law school just across town from her undergrad school. She’d actually grown to love this city and was hopeful her journey might take her there even after law school. For now, she knew she had at least three more full years there and she planned to make the most of it.

Jillian was a sophomore. Just getting into her political science major classes. She was already excited about her political theory class second semester. When she saw the professor, she became even more excited. He was medium height, thin, athletic build, dark hair, and eyes framed by stylish glasses.

This would be a great semester. Then, she noticed Madison. Beautiful, olive tan skin, and welcoming green eyes. Now, Jillian had two good reasons to go to class.

Political theory was not exactly riveting, but Madison had a tendency to adore her professors. This class was no exception. In fact, if anything, she was thrilled to have Dr. Silver for her last political science course ever. She was even more thrilled when she talked to him after class one day and he told her to call him Andrew.

Jillian spent most of each class looking at Madison. Of course, she also spent a fair amount of time noticing Dr. Silver and wondering how his hands would feel on her body. She could tell Dr. Silver really liked Madison. He always smiled at her and picked on her to speak in front of the class.

It was probably because she was so stunning. Or because Dr. Silver liked Madi’s shoes. Or, well, any reason. Jillian would often lose herself in thoughts of being locked in a kiss with Madi, then appear surprised when Dr. Silver would call on her.

Silver just laughed at Jillian. She was fun, cute, interesting. He was hopeful about her time in the program. He even thought he might like to be her advisor.

One day, in the late spring, just before the semester ended, Jillian took two shots of strong bourbon just before class. She wore high-heeled sandals and her toes painted black. This would be the day.

After class, she went straight to Madi and said she had a question. She whispered into Madi’s ear and Madi just smiled. The two of them approached the lectern at the front of the room. Dr. Silver was standing there and Madi thought she could make out the outline of his cock. Or, maybe that was just her hopeful imagination.

Yes, Dr. Silver agreed, they could talk in his office.

Madi and Jillian sat beside each other in the simple chairs across from Silver’s desk. Madi wore sensible flats and a short, grey skirt. Jillian had on the heels, the painted toes, and as Dr. Silver noted, the shortest pair of pink shorts he’d seen. She couldn’t have had any underwear on.

As they discussed their questions about the final exam, Jillian’s hand rested on Madi’s bare leg. Dr. Silver clearly noticed, and this time, Madi was sure she could see his cock growing in his pants. She smiled as she admired him.

Jillian’s hand went further up Madi’s leg, and finally, was resting against Madi’s wet panties. Silver just smiled inside, even as his eyes grew huge.

As Jillian asked Silver more questions, her finger rubbed against Madi’s clit and explored the wetness and desire beneath the cotton of her panties.

Madi couldn’t stand it anymore, and pulled Jillian’s face to her own, kissed the thick, plump lips on Jillian’s face.

After a makeout that seemed to last for hours, Silver’s cock was huge and there was a stain of precum that had leaked through his khakis. Madi suggested he join them. Of course, he didn’t want to get caught with two students in his office. He had a better idea.

He told them to wait for a second, he would text them.

He made his way to the bathroom and found it empty. He turned on the shower to ensure the water would be steaming hot. He texted them, and the two students walked down the hallway, giggling and brimming with excitement.

After they both were in, Madi locked the door. They found the entire bathroom foggy with steam. Both of them walked to the back, toward the sound of the water. They turned and saw him there, enveloped in steam and heat, his body pink and completely naked.

Jillian kicked off her sandals and peeled down her shorts before taking off her shirt. Silver had been right, no underwear.

She walked into the shower and he embraced her, kissed her, let her feel his hard cock throbbing against her stomach.

Madi disrobed and walked in to join them. She stepped behind Jillian, felt her own body curve into Jillian’s ample ass. She kissed Jillian on the neck, then pushed her head forward and tasted Silver’s mouth. Andrew…. Andrew she kept saying in her mind, then realized she was saying it out loud.

Jillian wanted the heat of the cock she was feeling on her stomach. She wanted him. She knelt in the shower, steam and water falling on her head, and took his thickness into her mouth. She was claiming this beautiful man.

Meanwhile, Madi was now standing behind Andrew. Kissing his shoulders and his back, letting her body press into his, turning his head to her so she could kiss him. The sensation was almost too much, and he felt his body tense. He growled through one of Madi’s deep kisses as his cock pulsed and throbbed and deposited a heavy flow of cum down Jillian’s throat.

Jillian stood and kissed Madi, let her taste him on her lips.

Madi and Jillian were hot, wet, and wanted more. They kissed and caressed each other’s bodies while Andrew sat on the shower seat. In just a few moments, his cock was rock hard again. He walked between them, knelt, and placed his lips and tongue on Madi’s pussy. Then, he turned to Jillian’s took her essence into his mouth. He took turns tasting them.

Finally, he wanted more. He told them both to bend over and face the back wall. He entered Madi first. He’d wanted her since she’d walked into his class. His cock felt wonderful inside her, thick and hard and long and powerful. He held her against the wall as he fucked her. Jillian nearly came just from watching, just from imagining him on top of her.

He pulled his cock out of Madi and teased Jillian’s ass with it. Then, he was inside Jillian in a single stroke, hard, strong, pushing her up against the wall. Taking her with an eagerness she’d not felt before.

He took turns fucking them -- his cock in one while the other watched, rested, anticipated. Finally, pulling out of Madi once more, he felt it. He knew. As they stood with their heads turned, watching this bright man stroke his cock in a steamy shower, his cum showered their asses. Mostly Jillians, but he saved some for Madi, rubbed it into her anus with the head of his huge dick.

They all sat and enjoyed the seemingly endless supply of heat and steam. Cleaned up, toweled off, and got dressed.

The final would be fine, he assured them. And, of course, he would be Jillian’s advisor as well as a mentor and counselor to Madi as she entered law school.