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Subject: {ASSM} Shower Club, Chapter 5:  Reaching Out (fff spank mast oral femdom)
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Shower Club

by
omnivore

Disclaimer:

Of course we need to start off with the usual **LEGAL** stuff about this
being adult material. Leave now if you are too young to read sexually
explicit stuff, 18 in most jurisdictions, some require you to be 21.
Obviously these stories will be about sex, and by the end of it guys and
girls will have been put together in just about every conceivable
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Sorry it took so long between Chapter 4 and tonight's posting.  Chapter 5
ended up being outlandishly long, which is why I'm only posting two new
chapters this evening.  I also posted the Intro and first four chapters, for
those that missed them before.  I hope you enjoy it.  If you do, feel free
to let me know here on the newsgroup, or at omnivore@mad.scientist.com.  I'm
even open to helpful suggestions about revisions or editing, since I've
never attempted anything anywhere near this long, but I probably won't
"publish" any revised sections until the whole thing has come out, when I
can do it all at once.  No promises how long this will take me, either, this
is definitely a spare time effort.

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Shower Club, Chapter 5

Reaching Out (fff spank mast oral femdom)

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I stood in front of Kate's door for at least five minutes before I got up
the nerve to knock.

As soon as I'd given the metal door a few quick hits with my knuckles, I
heard her call out, "Come in."

"Kate?" I said questioningly, as I pushed open the door, "Do you have a
minute?  I wanted to ask you something."

She had a pretty big single for a basement room, and as I peeked around the
opening door I saw her laying on her stomach on her bed in the far corner.
She had been marking up one of those big old-school textbooks with a bright
pink highlighter, and started to sit up as I entered.  She was dressed in a
big baggy t-shirt and loose shorts, had no makeup on, and looked absolutely
adorable.

I blinked.  What was coming over me?  Suddenly, I had this vivid image of
doing to Kate what Tyler had done to me, seducing her, turning her into a
little slut, into my own little slut.  I hesitated.  What was I thinking?
Tyler had sent me down here to do a little research, not get naked.  I tried
to put the thought out of my mind, as Kate got up from the bed and walked
over towards me.

"What can I do for you, Liz?  Ask me anything, I'm at your service, I'm just
so glad to get a break from this awful Orgo reading!"  She smiled sweetly,
looking up at me with beautiful dark brown eyes, and batted her eyelashes
jokingly.  "My hero!"

I stepped all the way into the room, and let the door close behind me.  I
launched into my pre-fabricated story about needing advice on how to get
past callbacks with the singing groups, and she was more than willing to
help, inviting me to sit down in one of the two chairs she had in the room.
She took the other, and we talked seriously about singing for about ten or
fifteen minutes.  She pointed out a few areas where my tryout had been kind
of weak, and gave me some decent advice on how to improve my ability to
sight read, and then, after a really long hesitation, she said, "And there
are other factors, too, I guess," and she paused again.

"What do you mean, `other factors?'"

"Well . . . I probably shouldn't say this, but I'm sure you must have
figured it out anyway.  Looks count."  Kate blushed a little and looked away
as she said this, "You know that our group has always had the reputation of
being the "attractive" one, and the whether we admit it or not, the members
are very conscious of keeping it that way.  When we grade girls at
callbacks, we have to include a number for "aura" and everyone knows that it
really means, "how hot or cute is she?"

"But that's so shallow," I objected.  "What about all that crap about it all
being about the music?"

"Well, that's true, too.  I mean, for the most part, there are enough girls
with great voices out there that we can pick and choose among the ones that
have already met the vocal standards.  And there are obviously exceptions.
Some voices are too perfect, and too important to the group's sound, to pass
up just because of looks.  It's amazing what you can do with more careful
attention to hair, clothes and makeup, anyway.  And some girls are just so
gorgeous that you have to cut them a little slack in the singing
 department."

"But why?  What does it matter how "hot" the group looks, anyway?" I
demanded.

"Listen, you may only see us performing in those weekend sings around
campus, but we make most of the money that supports the group by doing
outside concerts.  These concerts are for two primary groups of people:
horny old alumni and horny young students at all boys' schools.  When these
groups hire us, they're expecting eye candy more than musical perfection,
and we're smart enough to make sure they get what they want.  You wouldn't
believe how much we can charge for a one-hour show, just for singing a
little and looking good."

"We play it up for all it's worth, too.  I'm sure you've noticed that some
of the hottest members of the group have the sexiest solos, the ones on the
slow romantic songs.  You think that's an accident?  Sometimes after one of
our concerts we'll pass the hat for tips, and the guys in the audience are
so overheated, so totally in our power, that we'll end up with hundreds,
even thousands of extra dollars over and above our fee.  By the time we're
done with them they're turned on, hot and bothered, and totally frustrated,
since it's all look and no touch."

I sat for a moment thinking about what Kate had said.  It was actually sort
of an exciting idea, the image of these gorgeous, seductively singing
college girls teasing and toying with their almost all male audience.  They'
d be able to get them to do just about anything . . .

Whoa, I didn't know where exactly my mind was starting to wander to, but it
seemed like my adventures with Tyler had started to put a sexual spin on
just about everything around me.  I had a sudden hurt and angry thought.

"What you're telling me is that I'm not good looking enough to get in the
group, then?!"

Kate sat up, shocked. "No, no, no!  I swear, that's not it!  I mean, I think
you're plenty attractive enough, it's just . . . do you remember how you
came to callbacks that night?"

I tried to think about it, but couldn't quite think clearly I was so
annoyed.  I really hadn't come down here looking to get insulted, and it had
me a bit agitated.  Finally, I just shook my head no and sat tensely, with
my arms crossed.

She paused, took a breath, and then spoke extremely quickly, "You were in
sweats, a matching shirt and pants, navy blue I think.  Your hair was pulled
back in a ponytail and held with a scrunchy, and you had big, plastic frame
glasses on.  No makeup, skin not looking so great.  Sneakers.  I remember
thinking that I'd seen you around last semester, and even thinking that you
could look a lot better than you did that night.  And don't get me wrong,
there actually were some problems with your audition, you might not quite
have made the cut anyway.  It was just that with the outfit, and the way you
looked that night, the girls wouldn't be cutting you any slack."

"But what you're saying is that if I were only better looking, I would have
gotten in, that is what you're saying, right?"

"Not exactly," Kate replied.  She hesitated for a moment, then rushed on, "I
think that you ARE better looking.  I think that if you'd been more
conscious of your appearance, if you'd dressed a little better, paid some
attention to your hair and makeup, the rest of the girls in the group would
have seen that, too.  There were too many other pretty girls in the room
that night for you to even make an impression on the juniors and seniors in
the group.  Afterwards, I felt a little guilty about it, because I knew that
you'd have made a great addition to the group, and then when I . . . um,
when . . . when I saw you in the bathroom the other night, well, then I knew
we'd made a mistake."

"What?!" I exclaimed, "What are you talking about?"  I sat straight up in my
chair.

"Are you kidding, Liz?  You looked so absolutely amazing that night, it was
like your whole body was actually glowing you looked so alive!  You seemed
so self-confident, so unafraid about being naked, and your body's nearly
perfect . . . there just isn't an ounce of fat on you!"

I decided it was time to plunge ahead, and get to the real reason I'd come
down here in the first place.  "Is that all you saw, that night?"

Kate hesitated again.  "Um, what do you mean?"

"Was there anything else about me that night that seemed at all . . .
unusual, or noticeable?"

I could tell that she was starting to get a little bit more uncomfortable, a
little bit edgy, and she licked her lips nervously with the tip of her
tongue before responding.  "I . . . um . . . I'm not exactly sure what you
mean.  You mean, other than being totally naked?"

"I think you know what I mean," I said quietly.

When she finally spoke, her voice was so quiet that I could barely hear it.
"There was a mark on . . . um, there was a handprint . . . a handprint on
your butt."

"And what did you think when you saw it?"

Kate paused for a second.  "I, um . . . well, I figured that you'd been
spanked, I guess, which seemed a little surprising from the little I knew
about you."

"Have you ever been spanked, Kate?"

Her "No" was almost silent, and she kept her head down when she said it.
And I knew then and there that I had her.

"It can really be an amazing experience," I told her.  "What else were you
thinking, when you were busy staring at my ass?"

She jumped a little, and looked at me with an expression half-quizzical,
half-nervous.  "Well, I guess I wondered who else had been in the shower
with you.  And whether or not they were still in the bathroom with us."  She
paused, "And, um, I tried to get another look at the handprint in order to
tell . . ."

She stopped, looking straight down into her lap instead of at me.

"In order to tell what, Kate?" I whispered.

"Well . . . in order to tell if it was a girl's hand or a boy's hand."

"And could you tell?" I asked quietly.

"It . . . it . . . it was hard to tell for sure, but there was a pretty
clear print, and it definitely looked smaller, like it was either a guy with
really small hands or, . . . um, a girl."  Suddenly she added, "Not that
there's anything wrong with that!"

The Seinfeld line somehow broke the tension that had been building, and we
both laughed, but when the room was quiet again, the awkwardness was even
greater.  Kate fidgeted uncomfortably in her chair, while I sat quietly and
just waited.

Finally, she couldn't stand it anymore, and blurted out, "So was it?"

"Was it what?" I asked, innocently.

She expelled an exasperated breath.  "Was it . . .I mean, were you with . .
..I mean, who was in . . .oh, you know what I'm trying to say!!"

"No, really, I don't.  What are you trying to say?" I arched my eyebrows and
widened my eyes, and shrugged slightly.  I was the picture of overstated,
badly acted innocence.

She made an annoyed noise, kind of like Marge Simpson, and looked at me with
a grimace.  "Was . . . it . . . a . . . girl?  There, are you happy?"

"That's kind of a personal question, don't you think?"

She sputtered in astonishment, "But you . . . I just told you . . I mean
weren't we just . . ."

I laughed.  This was too easy.  "I'm kidding, Kate, I'm kidding!  I'll tell
you, really I will."

But I didn't say anything else, and this time she could only stand it for
about thirty seconds.  "Was it a girl?!" she blurted out.

I looked her directly in the eyes.  "Yes."

She glanced down, suddenly shy again.

"Have you ever been with another girl, Kate?" I asked her.

Her answer, when it came, was barely audible.  "Not exactly."

"Did you tell anyone about what you saw that night, Kate?"

Again, her whisper was hard to hear. "Yes."

"Who did you tell, Kate?"

"Only one friend, I swear, and she won't tell anyone, I promise she won't."

"I guess I'll have to trust you on that, Kate, but it's really just not a
good thing to spread around stories about people's sex lives, now is it?"
She shook her head no, not looking up.  "I think that you need to be
punished."

At those words Kate's head snapped up suddenly, and her eyes blazed.  She
was startled, even maybe a little bit angry, but also undeniably turned on.

"But -" she began.

"Shhhh," I cautioned.  "Don't speak.  Just stand up, turn to face away from
me, and take off your shorts.  Now DO IT!"

My sudden sharp command didn't have the subtle force of Tyler's magic steel
voice, but it seemed to work all the same.  Kate jumped to her feet, and
then slowly turned so that her butt was pointed towards me.  She turned and
looked over her shoulder at me, a questioning look on her face and an
objection half-formed on her lips.

"I said DO IT."

She turned back around, and reached under the big t-shirt that hung down
well past her waist to unfasten and unzip her shorts.  After another brief
hesitation, she quickly pushed them down around her ankles, then stepped out
of them.  She half turned again, looking at me out of the corner of her eye.

"Now your panties."

She took a breath as if about to say something, then had second thoughts.
Again she reached up under her baggy t-shirt, hooked her thumbs into the top
elastic of her underpants, pulled them down, and stepped out of them.  This
time I had gotten a great view of her naked butt as she bent over to pull
the underpants down, and I was getting pretty turned on myself.  I reached
down and grabbed her panties, which I noticed had a considerable wet spot in
the crotch, and brought them up to my nose for a sniff.

"Mmmmmm.  You've been a naughty girl, haven't you Kate?"

"Yes," she squeaked.

"What do you think we should do about that?" I asked.

"I think . . . I think . . . I think I need a spanking," she whispered.

"Take off your shirt," I snapped.

Kate hesitated again, but just for a moment, before crossing her arms in
front of her, grabbing the bottom of her shirt, and quickly pulling it off
over her head.  When she dropped the shirt to the floor, she was left
wearing nothing but a white spandex sports bra and her white ankle socks.
Both her bra and her socks stood out beautifully against the rich bronze
color of her skin, and her butt was incredibly round, ripe and firm.  It was
one of the most erotic things I had ever seen.

"What is it that you need, Kate?  Ask for it!"

She didn't turn around as she responded.  "I need . . . I need you to spank
me, Liz.  Please.  Just . . .just do it, please.  I need to be spanked."

I reached out and grabbed her left wrist, and pulled her over towards where
I was sitting.  She half turned towards me, and I got a view of her neatly
trimmed triangle of black pubic hair as she took the two steps over to my
side.  I pulled down lightly on her wrist, and she compliantly bent forward
and arranged herself over my lap.  I was also wearing shorts, and could feel
her wetness against my bare leg as she squirmed to get into a more
comfortable position.  Her incredible ass was staring directly up at me, and
I could just barely see the lips of her pussy between her slightly parted
legs.

I reached out and lightly stroked her cheeks with my open palm.  I felt
goosebumps rising beneath my hand as I moved it over her skin, and she
shivered slightly in anticipation.  I let the tip of my index finger slip
into the top of the cleft between her cheeks, and slowly traced it down,
then back up, then down again.  I let it slip further down, tracing the
moist edges of her lips and then just barely flicking my fingernail against
her clit, before retreating, letting my finger dip briefly inside her as I
pulled it back.

At each new touch, Kate was shuddering, taking in large, slow gasping
breaths, and I could feel the tension in her entire body as it pressed
against me.  I stroked the surface of her ass for a few moments more, then
raised my hand, hesitated, and delivered a sharp swat to her right cheek
with my fingers and the top of my palm.  Kate's breath exploded out of her
with a grunt

I gave her about a half dozen more quick swats, alternating from cheek to
cheek.  At each hit she grunted, quietly.  I opened my hand more, and gave a
few full hand smacks across her whole ass, each one bringing a new sound
that sounded more like a moan than a grunt.  I started to wonder if people
would be able to hear us through her door, and decided to keep the loud
smacks to a minimum.

By this time, her ass was beginning to glow a healthy pink even through her
dark skin.  I took a break from the spanking, and once again stroked her
delicately, running my fingertips lightly over the reddened skin, trailing
them through her asscrack, down her thighs, then up between her legs.  As my
fingers approached her pussy, Kate shifted in my lap, spreading her legs as
widely as she could without losing her balance and giving me a clear view of
her whole crotch.

I couldn't pass up an invitation like this, so my fingers went to work,
first tweaking and caressing her lips, then finding and twiddling with her
clit, and then slipping one, then two, then three up inside her, ramming
them in and out as she twisted and squirmed on my lap.  I used my other arm
to hold her in place, then found her clit with my index finger while I
rammed my thumb in and out and in and out.

I could feel her body clenching, then un-clenching, and her breath coming
more quickly as she approached orgasm.  When I thought she was just about to
hit the peak, I pulled my hand away from between her legs, paused for a few
seconds, and then gave her still-glowing ass a few more quick sharp hits,
with just my fingers, two on each cheek.

At the fourth hit, I could feel the orgasm sweep through her body and she
called out, quietly, "Oh, yes!" just once as her body shook. There was a
rush of moisture against my leg as her juices flowed over me, and the room
filled with the smell of sex.  It was all I could do to hold her on my lap,
and when she finally stopped quivering she lay there for a moment, every
muscle relaxed, draped over me like a blanket.

After a minute or so, I reached down and helped her turn over, sitting her
up so that she was curled in my lap and we could look at one another.  Now
her face had that same glow that she'd seen in mine that night in the
bathroom, and she was gorgeous.  She smiled at me, shyly, and reached up to
push her hair behind her ear.

"That was amazing," she said.  "Just . . . just . . . amazing."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it.  But now it's your turn to do something for me.
Lick me."

Her eyes opened wide.  Despite what we'd just done, she hadn't quite thought
it through to its logical conclusion, and it took her a second to get used
to the idea.  But then she looked down, and nodded, and got up to lead me
over to the bed.

I had her leave her bra and socks on, she looked so cute wearing them, and
told her to undress me.  Her hands practically flew from button to button,
then pushing off my shirt, tugging down my shorts and helping me to step out
of them.  I unhooked my bra in the back, and she grabbed the straps and
pulled it off me.  She stood there for a moment, looking nervously at my
breasts, and my obviously erect nipples, then quickly kneeled, reached up,
and yanked down my panties.

I stepped out of them, and stood there in just my shoes, a pair of Topsiders
that I kicked off before sitting down on the bed behind me.  I perched my
butt on the edge of the bed, and spread my legs so that Kate, still
kneeling, was positioned right between them.

She inched forward, until her knees were almost underneath the bed, and sort
of sat down with her butt on her heels.  She looked determinedly at my
crotch, then closed her eyes, stuck out her tongue, and started to lean
forward.  It was uncanny, I felt like I was watching myself from just a few
days before, that fateful night that I'd first licked Tyler.  It was a
strange sort of mutated d j  vu. And then her tongue made contact, and
things started to get blurry.

I learned that night, and I've confirmed on several occasions since, that
there's nothing quite like getting licked by a girl that's doing it for the
first time.  Boys never seem to have the patience to really explore, but a
girl quickly realizes how your body matches up with hers, and with a little
dedication she can become extremely skilled with amazing speed.  The
transition from hesitant fumbling to confident oral manipulation made the
eventual orgasm that much more intense, somehow.  Let's just say that Kate
was a very fast learner, and she put what she learned to use with great
energy and application.  Her lips and tongue were incredibly active, and she
reached up to play with my clit, and slip her fingers inside me at the same
time, and within five minutes I was hit by a powerful orgasm.  You could
tell that Kate knew I had come, she paused and let it ride me until it was
done, but she kept going anyway, and soon I was coming all over again.

After the second orgasm, I reached down and pulled Kate so that we were
facing one another, then lay back on the bed as I kissed her.  Her face was
still slick with my juices, and I could taste myself on her lips.  Our arms
went around each other, and we lay there, kissing softly, staring into each
other's eyes.

And then the door banged open.

We both jumped practically out of our skins, and started scrambling to pull
one of the blankets off the bed to cover ourselves.

It was Tyler.

"Stop that," she said.

We stopped trying to cover ourselves, and sat together on the bed.

"Stand up."

The steel was back, we had no choice.  We both jumped up off the bed and
stood, me totally naked and Kate still wearing just her bra and socks.
Tyler was still standing in the doorway, holding the door open as she looked
in at us sternly.  I started to get a little panicky.  Anyone walking by
would be able to see us, and would totally know what we'd been up to.  I
tried to hold my hands together in front of my crotch, but casually, like it
was just a comfortable way I felt like standing.  Kate was less nonchalant,
and had her hands pressed together between her legs, trying to use her arms
to cover her boobs even though she still had a bra on, shivering nervously
as she craned her neck to look over Tyler's shoulder into the hallway.

"Tyler, could you please close the door?" I asked.

"Why should I?  I send you down here just to ask a few questions, and I find
you in bed with another girl?  I knew you were a slut, Liz, but I really had
no idea.  What am I going to do with you?"

The cold air blowing in from the basement hallway made the goosebumps stand
out all over my body, and the cold tone of Tyler's voice only made me shiver
more.

"And you, Kate," Tyler continued.  "What in the world were you thinking?  If
this was what you wanted, why didn't you ever ask?"

I had been looking past Tyler to see if anyone was coming, but her words
brought back my attention immediately.  How well did she know Kate, anyway?

"Now stop covering yourselves," Tyler said, her voice suddenly warm, "And
let me see the two of you."

Kate and I glanced at each other, both obviously confused, but at the same
time feeling strangely relieved.  She wasn't mad any more.  We hesitantly
moved our hands until they were hanging at our sides, and stood there facing
Tyler, and the door, totally exposed.

"Thanks," Tyler said, stepping forward and letting the door swing shut
behind her.  As it closed, I could have sworn that I saw a boy's face move
by. He must have been standing just out of view before the door started
closing, and shifted to keep looking in as it swung shut.  Oh no.  Not
someone else to worry about.  And a boy!  Boys ALWAYS talk.  I looked over
at Kate, to see if she had noticed anything, but she was staring fixedly at
Tyler, and I don't think anything else was really registering.

My mind started racing, and then slammed to a halt as I realized that Tyler
was walking towards us, pulling off her clothes as she approached.  "The two
of you are really going have to work to make this up to me," she said, as
she pushed between us to flop down on the bed.  "Now get to work."

Kate and I got into bed along either side of her, and helped her remove the
rest of her clothing.  We looked down at her beautiful creamy white body,
her brilliant red pubic hair, her incredible breasts.  We got to work.

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