Fucked in the Shower

She leaves for the girls' side without bothering to look back.

You stand there for a second, still aching from the mat, cock throbbing inside the singlet. Then you gather your clothes and follow.

The girls' changing room is already half full. Lockers slam. Showers hiss. Steam drifts through the air. The moment you step inside every conversation stops. A dozen pairs of eyes turn toward you. Some of the girls go red and quickly cover themselves with towels. Others just stare like you're a zoo animal that wandered in by mistake. A couple of the bolder ones start giggling behind their hands. You catch fragments of whispered gossip.

"Is that Osla's new toy?"

"Holy shit, she actually brought him in here."

"Look at the state of him..."

Osla is already in one of the open shower stalls at the far end, completely naked under the spray. Water runs down her massive frame, over the hard planes of muscle and the heavy swell of her tits. She waves you over with two fingers, casual and absolute.

"Strip off and come in here."

You peel the singlet down and step out of it. Your cock springs free, still hard from everything she did on the mat. The giggles get louder. Someone wolf-whistles. You walk the length of the changing room naked, feeling every eye on you, and step into the stall with her.

The moment the curtain falls Osla's hand closes around your throat and she shoves you back against the tiled wall. Hot water sprays over both of you. She leans in close, grinning.

"On your knees."

You drop. Between her thick, powerful thighs is a clit swollen to the size of a decent sized cock, must be because of all the steroids she takes, and the earlier grinding. She grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls your face straight onto it.

"Suck."

You open your mouth and she pushes forward, fucking your throat with the oversized clit like it's a dick. It fills your mouth completely. Salty, musky, thick. She holds your head in place and starts thrusting, using your face the same way she used your body on the mat. Every time you try to pull back for air she just grips harder and keeps going.

"Oh yeah, that's it. Choke on it. This is all you're good for now." She moans.

When she finally pulls you off, strings of spit connect your lips to the swollen tip. She spins you around, bends you forward under the spray, and spreads your ass with both hands. The head of that thick clit presses against your hole. She doesn't ease in. She just pushes, slow and relentless, until the fat head pops inside and she sinks the rest of the way with a low, satisfied groan.

Then she starts fucking you.

Proper fucking. Hard, deep strokes that rock you forward against the wall with every thrust. Her heavy tits slap against your back. One hand stays locked in your hair, yanking your head back so she can talk shit straight into your ear while she rails you.

"Take it. All of it. You're my toy now. Say it."

You gasp it out between thrusts. She rewards you with a harder slam, filling you completely, the water making everything slick and filthy. She reaches around and strokes your cock in time with her hips, but only enough to keep you desperate, never enough to let you finish.

Outside the stall the other girls eventually finish changing and filtering out. The last of the laughter and footsteps fade. The changing room goes quiet except for the slap of wet skin and the steady rush of the shower.

Osla keeps going until she's had her fill. One final deep thrust, a low growl, and she grinds against you while that oversized clit pulses inside your ass. Then she pulls out, gives your cheek a sharp slap, and steps back under the spray to rinse off like nothing happened.

She doesn't look at you again. She just grabs her towel, wraps it around herself, and walks out of the stall, leaving you bent over under the hot water, used and dripping cum from your ruined orgasm, the sound of her footsteps disappearing toward the lockers.

Eventually you get up, clean yourself off, get dressed and head back to your classes.