…The girls' locker room at Stonewall Academy was not large. Upon entering, one found a line of dark hardwood lockers and benches along one side, with several mirrors and sinks opposite the door, and a row of half a dozen shower nozzles protruding from the white tile wall to the left.

Teacher Ryan Desilva led Abigail through the empty, echoing room to the shower head at the far end, the soft padding slap-slap of her bare feet the only sound accompanying the crisp footsteps of his calfskin oxfords.

Turning the handle, he waited for the water to turn quite warm before asking her to widen her stance and aiming the hissing stream at her pussy, instructing her to stand there and rinse herself well while he gathered some supplies from the cabinet behind one of the vanities.

It was a great relief to be nearly alone at last, and the hot, powerful stream of water felt so good on her cunny; Abigail took a deep breath and began to relax in the rising steam, and she used both hands to ensure the jets bathed every secret crevice and nook of her pussy as she watched Mr. Desilva out of the corner of her eye, ever more captivated by his understated and amicable confidence, and his athletic figure.

He returned with a thickly heavy towel, a razor, shampoo, and a small electric hair clipper, which he arranged neatly on one of the benches, and she watched, spellbound, as he slipped his broad shoulders from his suit jacket with a smile and hung it on a hook, loosened his tie, removed his cufflinks, and began to roll up the crisply-starched French cuffs of his spotless white shirt, his biceps bulging and rippling beneath the tailored cotton and his shirtwaist diving to a precipitously trim hip.

Turning off the water with several twists of the squeaking faucet, he crouched next to her and squirted a small dollop of shampoo into his hand, bringing it to her vulva and kneading it into a lather with firm, businesslike strokes, carefully working it all through her lush fur and ensuring he thoroughly treated her between her legs and all the way back across her anus and up the sweet cleft between her buttocks.

She melted under his touch and struggled mightily to retain her feet, as her knees threatened continually to give out every time his hand scrubbed across her clitoris or her hungry little opening, and it was all she could do not to cry out and have another orgasm right there, and collapse onto the shower floor in front of him in a shaking heap.

Suddenly the locker room doors flew open, and the girls' soccer team, fresh from practice, poured through in a reverberating chorus of giggles and screams and snatches of song, and began stripping out of their skimpy uniforms.

'Alright, ladies, hit the showers and then line up for inspection, and let's end the day on a high note! Let's go, let's go—oh, hello Desilva. What's going on over here?' the booming, jovial voice of Coach Dave Kendrick rang out as his muscular frame and fiery red mustache followed the girls into the locker room.

The fourteen girls began peeling the minimal sports bras off their toned, athletic torsos and stepping out of the tiny booty shorts in the school colors that comprised their uniforms, and with shower heads already at premium, they had to buddy up under the streams.

They seemed not to mind, however, and giggled and wiggled and laughed as they used the close quarters to help each other soap and rinse, and to sneak secret, naughty touches and caresses to each other's girl bits as part of their team bonding under cover of the rising steam.

As Mr. Desilva toweled the naked Abigail briskly down between her legs, then ordered her to have a seat on the bench and spread her thighs for him, Coach Dave made his way over, and his eyes lit up as he approached.

'I say, that's not little Abigail Miller, is it?' he laughed in recognition. 'I didn't know you'd be attending school here.'

Abigail turned pink and almost closed her legs in embarrassment, but stopped herself just in time, remembering to keep her vagina accessible for Mr. Desilva to groom her.

'Hello, Mr. Kendrick,' she gave a little doleful wave, 'yes sir, today is my first day.'

'You know her?' Ryan asked, surprised, combing his fingers thoughtfully through the soft, damp hair between Abigail's spread legs as he considered the best plan to enhance the appearance of her external genitalia nestled in her luxurious setting of fur.

As men do when they see other men working, Coach Dave knelt next to Ryan to supervise, and to offer his advice on the project and his opinions on Ryan's technique, while he waited for the bevy of soapy soccer players to finish rinsing off and line up for his inspection.

'Yes, we met this weekend at a father-daughter party,' Dave replied. 'Sweet girl, conscientious and well-behaved. Totally new to training, but she was willing to let us do whatever we needed to her. She's definitely got a lot to learn, but she's quite a yummy little fuck even with her lack of experience.'

Abigail wanted to die; hearing Mr. Kendrick describe having sex with her like this in front of a teacher was incredibly embarrassing, and like nothing she'd ever experienced.

'Her vagina is just fantastic.' He mimed a little chef's kiss to make his point. 'Have you tried her yet?'

Ryan shook his head.

'No, we just finished her student intake. I've got to clean this up here and get her a uniform, and then take her to Principal Darger's office.'

'Well, you're in for a treat when you do. You going to shave her clean?'

'No, Darger wants her just trimmed a bit and cleaned up around the edges; she's got a lovely bush here, and I think he likes it.'

He picked up the clippers and turned them on.

'Miss Abigail, I'm going to trim your hair quite short around your entrance so it's nice and tidy, and so everything is easy to see and enjoy when a man takes a look at your vagina, and perhaps wants to lick or kiss you down there, alright?'

Abigail nodded, her vulva beginning to feel heavy and tender again as Mr. Desilva described how he was going to touch her there.

'Then I'll shave along the edges of your mound so the hairline is nice and sharp, and there won't be any stray hairs poking out from under your school panties. Then I'll have you turn around and bend over so I can shave you smooth and clean around your anus.'

While under normal circumstances shaving a beautiful young girl's cunny would be a fully absorbing task to which any man would happily devote his entire attention, Ryan found himself having to work harder to focus, due to the highly distracting presence of fourteen bouncy, giggling butts and pairs of young breasts finishing their showers a few feet away.

Coach Dave's copper-headed daughter, the leggy and statuesque Layla, was team captain and the eldest of the players, and as the girls toweled off and assembled shoulder-to-shoulder against the shower wall, she roved up and down the line, her pert, tanned butt flexing and bouncing with each stride, the prominent nipples of her sleek A-cup breasts set permanently to high-beam as she ensured the girls were in the correct order and properly groomed before her father inspected his troops.

Ryan's own daughter, Shannon, had almost forgotten herself in her excitement at unexpectedly seeing her father in the locker room after trying out for the team, and had started to come over to give him a damp, naked hug; fortunately she caught herself—as did the watchful eye of Layla—and she quickly stood at attention, her lovely breasts alert and proud, and snuck Ryan a little thumbs-up and a nodding grin, which he guessed meant she had made the roster.

Layla announced to her father that the team had finished their showers and was ready for inspection, taking her place at the head of the line of freshly-showered naked girls; and Coach Dave rose from where he was holding Abigail's butt cheeks apart so Ryan could shave around her anus and perineum, giving her an affectionate farewell pat on her bare bottom.

'Good to see you again, Abigail; I'm sure I'll want to take you aside for a few lessons later this week,' he said. 'Mr. Desilva is a good trainer—make sure you listen to him and do your best for him if he decides to enjoy your lovely little body, alright?

His hands behind his back and his muscular chest puffed comically out, he strode like Patton from one of his girls to the next, arching his bushy brow skeptically and stroking his fiery mustache as he checked that each naked young soccer player demonstrated the discipline and attention to detail of a champion that he demanded.

Looking them up and down, he ensured that their nipples were attractively erect and stiff; tested them with the occasional question about the history of the team, the rules of soccer, or the player code of conduct; and crouched to verify with a touch, a sniff, and sometimes even a little taste, that they were properly groomed to his high standards (a single landing strip with perfectly straight and square edges, no wider than an inch and a half, terminating precisely at the end of their slit or the base of their clitoris, whichever was applicable to their particular vaginas, and exhibiting perfect smoothness everywhere else about their genitals, and cleanly shaven underarms), and that they possessed a clean, fresh, girlish scent at every point of their exquisite bodies.

Ryan had Abigail stand up and face him so he could make a final check of his work, and was happy to find that she seemed to quite like it; she couldn't stop running her fingers over the broad, lushly sculpted delta of groomed fur and the clean demarcation between her muff and the exquisite smoothness of the freshly showered and shaved skin surrounding her privates. She looked at him with delight.

'Oh, Mr. Desilva, this is so fun! I think love this—it feels so good and I think it looks super cute and sexy! Thank you so much, sir—oh my gosh, do you like it?'

She couldn't believe she'd asked that, and wished she could swallow her words, but she needn't have worried. Mr. Desilva grinned happily and gave her a pussy a gentle pat.

'I really truly do, Miss Abigail,' he said. 'I think you have just the cutest vulva, and it's even cuter now that we can see it a little better. Now how about we go get you a new school uniform?'

This is an excerpt from Ch. 12. You can read the rest, and much more, free on my Literotica page ❤️