My Forbidden Erection: The Internat Shower and Doctor’s Exam Secret
I’ve guarded this in my private locker for over 30 years. That electric rush of spilling it all—finally. Monday, September 15, 1992. Joigny, Yonne. Lycée Louis Davier. Internat life. I’m Fabrice, 17, dorm supervisor. Kids fed, off to class. 8 AM bell screams. I bolt upstairs to my solo room on the boys’ floor. Deserted. Time for a shower before CDI group work.
Door swings. Almost crash into her. Towel slips from my waist. I snatch it. Heart pounds. She’s new. Mid-20s. Wild beauty. Milk-chocolate skin. Flowery dress hugs curves vaguely. Long black braids. Mlle Mogho, new surveillante. Sharp voice: “What are you doing here?” I fire back. Fabrice Germon, dorm boss, terminale. She escorts me to showers. Stays outside. “Go to CDI after.”
Unlocking the Vault: The Morning Rush and First Thrill
Collective showers. Empty. Water blasts. Soap up. Hands roam chest, hairy pubes, cock. Natural. Stroke foreskin back. Blood surges. Hard as rock. Horizontal. Fuck. Not now. Door ajar? Can’t exit like this. Only way: jerk off quick. Eyes shut. Her image. Small tits? Like that Maasai girl in mag—pert, bare. Hand pumps shaft slow. Fingers tease glans edge. Waves hit. Cum builds fast. Brace wall. Wrist flies. Cry escapes as ropes shoot.
“All good?” Her voice. Door cracks. “Yes! Out in two.” Rinse. Towel up. Drips on chest. She leads. Ass sways hypnotic. Culotte line hints. Bra strap red. Back to room. Mirror. Cock stirs again. No touch. Dress sharp: tight white tee shows pecs, shoulders. Black jeans. She waits. Silent walk to CDI. Tease her dress. Origin? Dodges.
Group: Jérémie, Agnès, Rachid, Corinne. Floods topic. Distracted. Corinne eyes me: “Dressed up for who?” Late for med check. Infirmary. Wait forever. 1:15 PM. Door opens. Not old doc. Brunette doc, 40s, glasses. Blouse tight. And her—Mogho—in white coat too. Pupil nurse.
“Strip.” No booth. Tee off. Pants. Slip last. Near-naked. Bare feet cold tile. Scale. Her close. Coconut scent. Hand on belly. Cool shock. Cleavage peek—red bra, firm small tits. Semi-hard. Hands hide. Height check. Arms down. Pre-cum wets slip.
Deep Dive: From Tent in Slip to Tasting Her Wetness
Doc eyes me. “Sporty body.” Proud flex. Full hard-on tents slip. No hide. She stares. Smiles. Mogho shocks, eyes bulge. “Shame!” Doc laughs: “Healthy. We caused it.” Blames my stares. Threatens report. Doc shuts her: secret medical. She flees.
Alone. Soft now. Sex talk. Virgin. Jerk daily. Fears small cock. Boys mocked. “Show me.” Slip drops. Flaccid. She kneels. Rules: 6.8cm. Normal. Erect? She teases: unbuttons blouse. Thigh highs. Legs part flash. Blouse opens—black bra, heavy tits, dark areolas, stiff nipples. Cellulite belly real. Cock throbs 15cm.
Guides my hand. Inner thighs soft. Push knees. Panties sheer. Bushy pubes. Wet lips. Clit rolls under finger. Boom—cum blasts her panties, thighs. “Clean with tongue.”
Kneel. Lick salty ropes. Pussy musk hits. She pulls aside. Lap cream. Tongue fucks hole. She grinds face. Thighs clamp. Suffocate. Kick back. Gasp on floor.
She buttons up. “Dress.” Advice: hands, mouth key. No brag. Mogho waits outside, avoids eyes. Locker snaps shut. Confidence surges. Life changed. Fucked a runner girl weeks later. Light now.
