The school's P.A. system came blaring to life as Principal Jennifer Freeman's friendly voice lit up every hallway and classroom.
"Attention, all students and faculty- due to a severe plumbing accident last night, all shower rooms, with the exception of the West Wing facilities, will be out of order until further notice. I completely understand the ramifications of this inconvenience. As such, I am hereby authorizing the use of co-ed showers, as a hygienic life for our students is of the most paramount importance. Thank you. That is all."
The line went quiet. In the wake of the silence, classrooms were filled with an awkward atmosphere as students digested the surprising news that they just had received.
Paul sat at his desk, absorbing the situation at hand. Was he actually going to be sharing showers with his female classmates? The idea filled his head with a whirlwind of thoughts... many of them erotic.
As he wandered the halls after class, he began to hear stories amongst his peers that the damage to the piping system had been catastrophic. Teachers too affirmed these tales. It soon became certain that people were going to have to make the best of the strange situation.
For Paul, he was going to cross his fingers and hope for the best. He had recently taken to joining the cross-country running team and often took to practicing after school or during lunch breaks. His sudden motivation to get back into shape had stemmed from his frequent fuck-fests with his ginger love goddess/guidance counsellor, Ms. Lawrence as well as his Health Class "training" with the insatiable sex freak, Mrs. Davis. Both women were running him ragged and Paul wanted to be able to have the physical stamina to keep up. He was also receiving copious amounts of attention from the girls. Apparently, the truth about his massive ten inch member was starting to circulate the school.
The most welcoming form of this female interaction came from Emma Lord, the smoking, voluptuous blonde who sat beside Paul in Health Class. Ever since discovered his massive erection during class, Emma had made it blatantly clear that Paul should be the one to deflower her tight, virginal pussy. She had even gone so far to pin Paul to the lockers one day in the hallway for a brief make-out session, purely so she could fondle his rock hard manhood through his pants- if only for a second. Paul desperately longed to put his fantasies into motion, but due to the demands placed on him by school, Ms. Lawrence, Mrs. Davis, and now Track, Paul was finding it hard to get a chance.
***
It was a typical Tuesday after school and Paul was taking a run around his school's race track. Despite having only been running a few weeks now, Paul had already noticed that his body had become leaner and harder. Vanessa enjoyed this new change in him, constantly voicing her approval at how buff he was getting. Additionally, his decreased waistline also made his enormous cock look even bigger than it already was. Oh, the benefits of exercise.
As he made his rounds, Paul noticed, to his delight, that the cheerleading team was out performing their routine for Saturday Night's football game. Slowing down slightly, Paul enjoyed the view of watching the school's hottest girls jump up and down in their tight, low cut tops and short, revealing dresses. With every movement, he watched them dance to the music. Their young, hot bodies moved completely in sync to the rhythm, aware of the effect their charms had on the crowd.
In the centre of this bevy of hotties paraded Emma. Adorned with light blonde hair and twinkling baby-blue eyes, she shook her hips back and forth in a slow, pleasurable gyration. Her firm tits were showcased amazingly in her tight top. As she danced back and forth, they jumped up and down, drawing the eye of every male spectator. To her left stood her beautiful peers, Danielle Stevens and Ashley Collins. Together, this trio of young, hot eighteen year olds were the most sought after girls of the school. Danielle was the tallest of the three. She had auburn hair and chocolate coloured eyes. She was lither and slimmer than her two friends, but still boasted a nice rack. Ashley, on the other hand, had smooth jet black hair. She had smooth pale skin, and stood roughly the same height as Emma. Much like Emma, her tits too jutted against the confines of her top.
Whereas Emma had confided her virginity to Paul, rumors floated abound that these other two girls had had some experience with sex. According to the guy talk in the change rooms, these girls enjoyed getting freaky every now and then.
Taking deliberate care not to stare at the ladies, (and failing), Paul managed to catch Emma's eye. Just as he was passing her, he could've sworn he saw her wink at him. Paul cursed under his breath, taking care not to run into a hurdle on the track. Running was much more difficult with a raging boner.
***
An hour later, Paul was making his way to the locker room. Despite the fears and chaos caused by the busted pipes, life had largely remained unaffected. Girls and boys had figured out schedules in which they could bathe without the risk of running into the opposite sex. Paul was disappointed that he had gotten his hopes up. He had secretly been looking forward to flaunting his "gift" in front of his female peers in an attempt to prove the rumors true once and for all.
As he entered, Paul knew he had the place to himself. He opened his locker and undressed. Stripping down, Paul strutted down to the shower. Not bothering to wrap his towel around his waist, he threw it instead over his shoulder. His big flaccid cock swayed from side to side, happily unencumbered.
Thanks to his run, Paul had worked up quite a sweat. This shower was exactly what he needed. He turned on the hot water and let out a sigh of relief as he was encased in a soothing envelope of steam. With his eyes closed, Paul reached for a bar of soap and began to scrub his body clean. Slowly he created a healthy lather and washed his arms and waist. Seizing the rare opportunity of an empty shower room, Paul slowly lathered up his cock and began rubbing the long length in his hand. He began to think of Emma and what it would be like to give her the fuck of a lifetime. Within seconds, Paul's soft member had transformed into a steel pole, sticking out thick and proud. He reveled in the wondrous feeling the hot water and soap had on his penis. He continued applying long, careful strokes. It was then he heard the light jingle of laughter and a female voice saying, "I hope we're not interrupting..."
Paul opened his eyes in fear to see Danielle, Ashley, and Emma standing before him, wearing nothing but fluffy, white towels and coy smiles. They stared unabashedly at Paul's massive shaft that was fixed tightly in his hand. Paul was in a panic. He couldn't think of anything that could save the scenario.
"I'M SORRY!" was all he could blurt out. His suaveness always impressed him.
"Oh, don't be sorry, Paul." cooed Danielle, biting the tip of her finger.
"Yes, it's very nice," Emma said, beaming at him. "It's so much bigger than I imagined." Her towel threatened to burst against the confines of her spectacular mammaries.
"We can always come back though if you want," Ashley teased. She ran her finger through her hair as she stared at Paul's dick.
"NO!" Paul yelled. "Er, no, I mean, no, you can stay. After all we all have to share the space. My shower is your shower."
