4 comments/ 32230 views/ 10 favorites WVC Ch. 13: The Traffic Stop By: gupiao My mind was still preoccupied when I arrived back at my dorm room after posing for Ms. Reynolds (WVC Ch.12 -- Int Drawing Class #3). As I put the set of car keys Valerie had given me on my dresser, I wondered when I would finally get to empty my balls. She'd intimated that something would happen this weekend. I just hoped I'd be able to last that long. When I fired up my computer, another e-mail was waiting for me, this time from the Geology Department. "On Wednesday afternoon at 1:30 PM, you will borrow Valerie's car, which will be in the parking lot behind the Sigma Epsilon sorority house. A map will be in the car along with directions to 3519 South Maple Ave. There, you will retrieve two packages which will be waiting for you inside the screen door on the front porch. Do not open them. You will wear your leather cock strap, the shiny white shorts you received from the Velvet Fist (WVC Ch.8), your sandals and nothing else. Continue to take your blue pills twice a day, once at night and once in the morning. You are not allowed to ejaculate." This sounded like a perfectly innocuous trip. I couldn't imagine finding myself in a situation where I might accidently cum, not from these instructions. Little did I realize what had been planned. Tuesday's classes passed quickly, as did those on the morning of Wednesday, March 18th. After lunch, I snapped the leather strap around my cock and balls, and pulled on the shorts. I hadn't tried them on since I'd brought them back to my dorm 10 days ago, and I'd forgotten just how revealing they were. Soft and clinging, the white material molded to my muscles, tight around my thighs and hugging my butt. But the pouch was very different. The center seam firmly supported my balls and lifted them high, almost as if they were being presented up for inspection. And above them, the cloth was cut extremely full, leaving my cock plenty of room to expand and swing freely. It suddenly occurred to me that just walking across campus was going to be challenge. Grabbing my book bag and held it in front of my jiggling crotch, I exited my dorm, thankful that my unusual outfit wasn't that noticeable in the unseasonably warm day. Thankfully, I made it across campus with only a few odd glances. Other students had stripped down to bikini tops and were tossing Frisbees back and forth, so I felt better as I approached the imposing columns that stood guard at the Sigma Epsilon house. I paused for a brief moment, staring up at the Greek letters. No one ever mentioned the third letter in the sorority, but there it was, a big X engraved in the stone on the above the massive front door. I must remember to ask Valerie about it. Girls were coming and going, chattering with each other and only giving me a cursory glance. At least, most of them were. Even with my book bag clutched in front of my distended crotch, I still drew open stares and barely suppressed giggles. Wandering around the parking lot, I tried to locate Valerie's car and not be overly impressed with all the late model imports that were on display, Mercedes, BMWs, Infinities, Audis, and Acuras. "Can I help you?" I turned to find an attractive strawberry blonde standing behind me. She had bright blue eyes under high arched brows, sharp features and pale freckled skin. "I'm sorry. Valerie gave me her keys so I could borrow her car, but I seem to be having some difficulty finding it." By way of clarifying my explanation, I held up the set of keys and jangled them. "And you are?" The brows arched higher and I realized that she was quite pretty. Her small reddish lips pursed together as she waited for me to answer. "I'm sorry. I should have told you my name right away. I'm Bill, and you probably thought that I, uh --" I stopped abruptly, not sure what I was going to say since I had had no idea what this attractive blonde with the piercing blue eyes was thinking. She nodded and looked me up and down, lingering on the book bag I held in front of my shorts. I could feel my face begin to redden as she continued to gaze below my waist. "Yes, I did have some concern about this young man roaming around the parking lot of our sorority, apparently wearing only his underwear." My blush deepened at her observation, and I hugged the book bag tighter. "But yes, Valerie did mention that a young man might be borrowing her Acura." She paused for effect, and just the slightness hint of a smile crossed her face. "Why don't you push the lock button and see which Acura flashes its lights?" Duh. Now why didn't I think of that? I pressed the button and the lights to a silver Acura in the next aisle flashed on and off, accompanied by a soft beep. "Drive safely." She turned to leave, and I had a chance to admire at her slim figure. Her t-shirt wasn't snug, draping over a smallish chest and baring smooth arms. Her baggy shorts revealed pale legs, shapely without being muscular. She walked with a nice sway to her hips, and when she spun around, only a few steps away, she caught me staring. "I forgot to introduce myself." There was a knowing twinkle in her eyes, and I could feel my face coloring once more. "I'm Taylor, the President of Sigma Epsilon. See you later." Exhaling a deep breath, I climbed into the driver's seat, glad to be able to shelter my swollen crotch from all the female attention. The driving instructions were in the passenger's seat; exactly where they were supposed to be. I hadn't driven a car in several months, and even then, it had been my mother's ancient Chevy. I'd never been behind the wheel of an expensive import. Taylor's admonition to drive safely resonated with me. The last thing I wanted to do was get in an accident. Backing out of the parking spot, I glanced in the back seat and admired the black leather, suddenly wondering if I had sat there before. In my blindfolded trips to the Club ceremonies, I'd remembered feeling leather seats under me as we traveled, but there was no way to tell if I had ridden in Valerie's car. Just thinking about the last ceremony (WVC Ch.9 -- The Candidate Ceremony) set my cock twitching. Proceeding very cautiously, I drove the car out of the lot and followed directions to the address. It was a gorgeous day, and I opened all the windows and reveled in the air blowing through the car. The car handled like a dream and I sped along, careful to obey all the signs and stoplights. Only ten minutes from campus, the house was in an ordinary suburb, with trim yards and two car garages. I easily found the address, and parked the car in the driveway. Cautious about walking up to a strange house shirtless and with a loose crotch, I considered holding the book bag in front of me while I made the dash to the front porch. The street was empty, and the house appeared unoccupied as well. I decided to chance it and opened the door. Inside the loose pouch, my cock wobbled freely with each step as I hurried up the sidewalk. Propped behind the screen door were the two packages, jut where they should be. Slightly larger than shoeboxes, they both had my name on the address label. Since they were fairly light in weight, I tucked one under each arm and headed back to the car just a woman emerged from the side yard next door. "Can I help you?" For the second time in less than an hour, I was asked the same question by an unexpected female. Sheepishly, I turned to face what at first glance was a middle aged housewife, but one with a very shapely figure. "Uh, I was just picking up these two packages that I was asked to retrieve." She must have been gardening since she carried a pair of work gloves and had her brown hair pulled back off her shoulders. Skeptically, she ran her eyes up and down my body, lingering on the bulging crotch of the white shorts. Under her direct gaze, I could feel my cock start to swell. "And you are?" Taking a few steps closer, she continued to stare. "My name is Bill." Her shorts were quite skimpy, especially for a forty something woman. But she wore them well as her legs were toned and nicely tanned, showing that she spent long hours in the sun while a loosely tied top left her flat stomach bare. The faded green blouse hugged the twin mounds of her chest, hinting at medium sized curves. My cock kept growing and I shifted the packages, wondering if I could slide them down my torso to cover my burgeoning crotch. "The packages are addressed to me." Drawing closer, her eyes kept darting from my face, to the packages under my arms, down to the below my waist and back. I cleared my throat and continued. "Would you like to see?" Startled, she jerked her wide eyes back up to meet mine. "See what?" "My name on the package label. What did you think I meant?" Dropping her gaze back to the jutting pouch, she shook her head. "Never mind. The Calhouns are out of town, and asked me to keep an eye on their place while they're gone. They didn't mention anything about packages being delivered, or a 'Bill' snooping around their house." I took the opportunity to shift the packages, holding one out for her to inspect while clutching the other over my swollen crotch. She craned her neck to scant the package and nodded, her eyes flitting down to my obscured bulge as she continued. "Okay. They're addressed to you, although it doesn't make any sense." Smiling, I started backing toward the car when her mood suddenly shifted. "You look hot, like you could use a glass of water, or lemonade." Her fingers toyed with the top button on her blouse as she spoke. There was a softness to her tanned face that hadn't been there before. As I kept edging backward, I bumped into the fender of the Acura. "I'd love to, but I have to get back to campus." Tossing the packages in the back seat, I scrambled inside as she leaned into the open passenger's window. The top button was now open and she was fumbling with the next one as she looked at me. "You're a student then?" Up close, I could see that her eyes were a striking shade of green. "Uh, yes Ma'am." Unexpectedly, she smiled. "Take a rain check on the lemonade." "Okay." She stuck her hand through the window, and after just a split second hesitation, I shook it. It felt dry and warm to my touch. "My name's Angela. And you know where I live." She was still watching as I drove away. I took a deep breath and exhaled. I didn't know whether to be relieved or disappointed. Once I was back on the road, I relaxed, just enjoying the wind whipping through the car. As I retraced the route back to my dorm, I replayed the exchange with Angela, not paying strict attention to my driving as I had earlier. I certain I was well within the speed limit, and I don't think I ran a red light, but soon after I turned onto the main street, a squad car swung behind me, lights flashing. Oh great! Carefully, I pulled over, following the police officer's waved directions to turn off onto a side street. After we had come to a stop, I could see in the rear view mirror as the officer made a phone call, lights still flashing. Wearing the expected mirrored sunglasses, the officer exited the car and swaggered toward me. What I didn't expect was that it was a woman, and a shapely blonde at that. "License and registration, please." It wasn't a question. It was a command. "Yes Ma'am." I was grateful that I had remembered to bring my driver's license, but I couldn't find the car's registration. After rummaging in the glove compartment, I turned back to the blonde officer and handed her my license. "This is a borrowed car, Ma'am. And I don't know where the registration is." She studied my license for a moment before she turned back to me. "Step out of the car, sir." Again, it wasn't a request. I opened the car and stood up, hoping that my thick cock wasn't noticeable in the loose crotch of my shorts. She was tall, almost as tall as I was. Silently, she looked me up and down. Behind the mirrored sunglasses, .I wasn't certain where her eyes were focused, but it did seem to me that she spent a long time looking below my waist. Glancing past me, she peered into the back seat. "What's in the boxes?" "I don't know, Ma'am." "You don't know?' I think there was a look of incredulity on her face when she glanced back up at me. It dawned on me that she was attractive, with a strong nose and firm chin. "No Ma'am. I was just told to pick them up." Without a word, she opened the back door and retrieved the packages. Holding the label of one up to me, she asked. "That's your name, isn't it?' "Yes Ma'am, but I was specifically told not to open them." "What were you supposed to do with them?" "I don't know. I guess I thought I'd get more instructions later." "And you expect me to believe that?" This was not going well. Yes, she was very attractive. My cock started to swell again as I read the nameplate perched on her generous chest, "L. Connors". "Yes Ma'am. It's the truth." She paused, gazing back down toward my crotch. My cock continued to fill with blood, gradually stretching the loose white pouch of the shorts. Looking back up at me, she continued. "You have no registration for the car. You're carrying two suspicious packages. And you're wearing barely enough clothing to avoid being arrested for indecent exposure." Dropping her mirrored gaze back between my thighs, she watched the bulge in my shorts twitch. My cock was nearly fully erect, jutting out against the soft material. "Turn around. Put your hands on the top of the car. Spread your feet." Her voice had an edge that meant no nonsense, and I quickly obeyed. After stowing the two packages on the top of the Acura, she kicked my feet further apart until I was spread eagled and leaning heavily against the car door. "I'm going to frisk you since it appears that you may carrying a concealed weapon." Where? I was only wearing the shorts. But as she ran her hands over my shoulders, across my back and under my arms, I began to suspect her motives. When she slid her hands across my stomach and pinched my nipples, it occurred to me that she was going above and beyond standard operating procedure. And as she squeezed my buttocks and roughly stroked the backs of my legs, making sure that she ran her hands all the way up the insides of my thighs until she brushed against my balls, I figured that something else was going on. My suspicion was confirmed when she reached one hand up between my thighs to cup my leather bound balls through the thin material while the other reached around my waist to grasp my engorged shaft, squeezing firmly. "Yes, I think this qualifies as a concealed weapon." While she was playing with me, cradling my balls, rolling them back and forth as much as the leather strap would allow, and fondling my cock, squeezing and stroking the thick stalk through the loose cloth, a police forensic van drove up. Leaning against the car door, I didn't notice at first. I was too busy paying attention to what her hands were doing. Abruptly, she stopped, releasing my cock and balls and jerking my wrists behind my back to snap on a pair of handcuffs. "I think we need to open your package and give you a more thorough search. And we need to examine the contents of these boxes as well." My package? I didn't have time to think about what she'd said. She grabbed the boxes and tucked them under one arm while towing me toward the back of the police van, my jutting cock bobbing energetically before me as we walked. The door opened just as we reached the back and another female officer stuck out her head. She had light brown hair, and was almost as attractive as the first. "What do we have, Lisa?" The blonde didn't reply immediately as she roughly shoved me up the steps into the dark interior of the van. It took me a few moments before my eyes grew accustomed to the dim light and I could read the name plate of the second officer, "A. Cushing". "I received a tip that he was transporting suspicious packages, possibly drugs. And when I pulled him over, I spotted what may be a concealed weapon." Tossing her hat aside, Officer Connors took off her sunglasses and shook out her long blonde hair as she nodded toward at the protruding lump in my crotch. Bright blue, her eyes had a wild glint in them. The brunette cop nodded, keeping her gaze focused directly between my thighs. "You're right. He does appear to have a large, rather ominous looking bulge. Have you frisked him yet?" "Just a preliminary once over." Both of the women were silent as they studied my erect cock throb inside the loose pouch, each pulse clearly visible beneath the shiny white cloth. A crackle from the police radio roused them. "Officer Cushing, please report your location." The pretty brunette leaned into the driver's seat and snatched up the microphone without lifting her eyes from my twitching pouch. "Am assisting Officer Connors with the traffic stop at South Vine and Cottonwood. Have taken a suspect in custody and will be processing the incident for the next 30 or 40 minutes. Over and out." She raised her brown eyes up to my face as she hung up the phone. "That should give us enough time." Fingering the top button of her uniform, the shorter woman strolled back toward me, stopping when she was only inches away, deliberately dropping her gaze down to my throbbing hard-on. One button popped open, and she let her fingers slip lower. After unbuttoning the second one, she moved to the third button and undid that one as well. Pulling open her blouse, she revealed the deep valley between tanned curves of her breasts as they spilled over the lacy edges of her bra, still watching my engorged cock bob eagerly inside the loose pouch. "To do a thorough search of the suspect, we need to strip him, don't we, Officer Connors?" Without waiting for her partner's answer, she reached down and slid her fingertips across my lower abdomen. As she toyed with the elastic waistband of my shorts, I caught my breath. With my hands cuffed behind me, there wasn't much I could do. "That's what the manual recommends, Officer Cushing." Behind me, the tall blonde had already discarded her blouse, wearing only a flimsy bra as she stepped into my view. The tiny triangles were struggling to restrain the full globes on her chest, large pink nipples crinkling the thin lace. My cock bobbed enthusiastically at the sight of her magnificent breasts, riding high and full on her chest. She kicked off her boots and began unbuckling her belt as she watched what her fellow officer was doing to me. Tugging at my elastic waistband so that she pulled me after her, Officer Cushing backed up until she found the wooden bench that was fastened lengthwise to the floor of the van. Sitting down, she yanked me between her parted knees so that my protruding erection was practically in her face. She rubbed her hands up and down the front of my thighs, bringing them closer to my crotch with each firm stroke. "Yes, Lisa, I believe that this very large weapon he's carrying is fully loaded. But to make sure, we need to complete a strip search." Hooking her thumbs inside the elastic, she jerked my shorts down all the way to the floor. My stiff cock swung free, bouncing wildly with the force of her movement, the swollen knob dark red and shiny. "Oh my!" The brunette began stroking my thighs again, bringing her hands closer to my bobbing organ but not touching it, watching the engorged bulb quiver with excitement. Officer Connors spoke as she let her pants fall to the floor, revealing a pair of panties so small that they seemed to be merely a set of three strings. "They said he had had a big one." When she hiked the elastic waistband higher, the narrow panel in the center disappeared between her plump lips. Totally shaved, her smooth mound curved up to her flat abdomen. Sliding one hand down between her thighs, she began to swivel and rotate her slim hips, wedging that lacy strip even farther into in her crotch. My bloated hard-on leaped higher as I watched. WVC Ch. 13: The Traffic Stop "They were right, Andrea. He does have a very large dick." I caught my breath as Officer Cushing wrapped both fists around my throbbing shaft. She didn't move. She just held me tightly, feeling the blood pulse in her grip. The tall blonde stepped closer, rubbing energetically before nudging the white lace aside so one finger could vanish inside as she stared down at my captured erection. "Go slow. Remember, he's not to cum." Nodding silently, the brunette seemed mesmerized as she slowly started to pump my log, up and down, studying the hole at the tip as it gaped open. She licked her lips as she leaned closer. I could feel her warm breath wash over the engorged bulb as she spoke. "Why don't you examine his other packages, the one in the cardboard boxes?" Lisa kept her hand pressed between her thighs as she picked up the first box, reluctantly withdrawing it only when she needed it to unwrap the paper. I watched her full breasts sway inside the tiny bra cups as she moved, the huge pink nipples clearly visible beneath the thin lace. Smick, smick, smick -- a familiar sound echoed inside the silent van. "They said that his dick leaks a lot." The seated officer used the steady flow of liquid from the tip of my cock to lubricate her hand as she continued to rub my swollen cock. Without raising her eyes, she agreed. "They were right. This big dick of his is a regular fountain." Holding up several bottles of pills, the tall blonde turned to me. "What are these?" "I don't know, Ma'am." Waving a piece of paper, Lisa stepped closer, the full curves of her breasts jiggling as they overflowed the narrow triangles of her bra cups. "This packing slip is addressed to 'Bill'. Aren't you, Bill?" "Yes Ma'am." "It says you are to take these three times a day with water, DHEA, yohimbe, maca extract, Korean ginseng, horny goat weed, muiran puama, guarana --- Oh, yeah, these should really get you ready for action." Unscrewed the cap to the first one, Officer Connors shook out a couple of capsules into the palm of her hand. Forcing them into my mouth, she retrieved a water bottle and had me drink from it to wash them down. She fed me pills from every bottle in the box while in the Andrea kept pumping my drooling cock. "He's getting close." "Then slow down. Hey Andrea, look what else he was carrying." The blonde officer had opened the second box and held up what looked like a bright blue swimsuit in a plastic baggy, except that there was no triangular pouch in the front. It was nothing but strings. She held up another baggy, this containing one with neon yellow strings and a series of metal rings. Then she retrieved one with red straps and a shiny metal cylinder. There was a smirk on her face as she stuffed the colorful outfits back into the box. "Someone is going to have a lot fun playing with him in these. Lay him down on the bench." Standing up, Officer Cushing stepped back over the bench and tugged on my dripping cock to pull me forward. Finally relinquishing her grip, the brunette arranged me flat on my back, my legs spread apart so that I was straddling the bench and my handcuffed hands underneath it. I felt incredibly vulnerable with my stiff cock sticking straight up in the air. Lisa bent over, drawing her skimpy panties down her long legs and onto the floor. As she straightened, I gazed up between her sleek thighs, examining the glistening inner lips of her moist pussy. Looking down at my throbbing erection, she reached out and started to draw lazy circles on my lower stomach, inching closer to my quivering hard-on as it bobbed up and down. "He really does have a big one." With one delicate fingertip, she traced the underside of my twitching shaft, starting just below the engorged head, running along the ridge to press against the base where it disappeared into my ball sac. As she leaned over, I admired the way her rounded breasts swayed back and forth as they hung under her slim torso. And when she finally captured my bloated stalk, curling her fist around the thickened root. Grinning, Andrea watched my reaction to her partner's hand as she unbuttoned her blouse, shrugging it off her shoulders and down her arms, revealing firm pointed breasts. While not as big as Lisa's, they were nice and round, topped with nut-brown nipples wildly erect, wrinkling the sheer lace that held her medium sized globes in place. As the blonde began to toy with my cockhead, rubbing the pad of her thumb back and forth across the slit at the very tip, she slid her other hand back between her legs, her fingers disappearing into her shaved pussy. Moving with urgency now, Officer Cushing kicked off her boots, unbuckled her belt and unzipped her pants, pushing everything down her shapely thighs onto the floor. Her tiny panties were only slightly larger than Lisa's, the dark shadow of her neatly trimmed pubic hair clearly visible through the strip of sheer lace. As she hooked her thumbs beneath the elastic straps on her wide hips, she asked her fellow officer. "You want to go first?" "No, you go ahead. I want to play with this big dick for a while." As Lisa maneuvered between my parted thighs to straddle the bench, she gave me a clear view of the reddish cleft between her thighs. Still fingering my engorged bulb, the tall blonde wrapped her other hand around the heavily veined shaft of my hard-on and began to stroke me in earnest. I winced as she forced a fingernail into my cockhole, rotating it around the rim, trying to open me wider. Tossing her panties aside, the brunette stepped closer and looked down at me. "I want you to make your tongue as hard and stiff as your cock is." Obediently, I stuck out my tongue as she swung her leg over my body and positioned her pinkish brown crevice directly over my face. Holding my head between her hands, she slowly lowered her open crotch onto of my waiting tongue, moaning when the tip slid between her moist lips. "Oh Yesss!" Below my waist, Lisa changed tactics. She circled the base of my cock with both hands and squeezed me hard, holding my bulging cockhead still while she ducked her head and licked the prominent ridge around the edge of the crown. After bathing the entire knob with her tongue, she blew on it gently, cooling the heated skin. Andrea ground her gaping pussy down onto my face, forcing my probing tongue deeper inside. Then she started to rock back and forth, pressing the top of her cleft hard against my open mouth just as it started to leak. Crying out, she stopped suddenly, holding her breath as the flow into my mouth increased. The tremor began deep in her body, causing her to spasm wildly while she squeezed my head between her muscular thighs. I watched her breasts bounce freely, only lightly held by the small cups of the thin bra, her sharp nipples fiercely erect, poking through the sheer lace. Finally, she gave one last shudder, sighed and dismounted, lifting her leg high and giving me an eyeful of the reddish pink flesh between her lips. "Your turn, Lisa." They changed places, and even in the darkened interior of the van, the glistening lips of the tall blonde were plainly visible below her smooth pubic mound as she approached. With a determined air, Officer Connors swung one long leg over my head to stand over my face while her partner settled between my spread thighs. The brunette grabbed my twitching shaft with one hand, and started to circle the tip of her forefinger around the drooling eye of my cockhead with the other. Using her fingers to spread her reddish lips wide, Lisa lowered her open crotch down toward my mouth. "Stick out your tongue, just like you did for Andrea." By dropping down onto my face and covering my mouth, she muffled my assent just as I started to reply. With my extended tongue, I flicked the rigid button at the top of her dripping hole before plunging it deeply inside her. That was all it took for her to climax, the contractions rippling through her gorgeous body, sending her full breasts jiggling within the straining bra cups. After several powerful waves of emotion coursed through her, the blonde stood up and froze, just beyond the reach of my outstretched tongue. I thought she was finished, but she was just getting started. As Lisa stood there, holding her breath, Andrea increased the pressure my cockhead, turning her swirling fingertip sideways and rimming the open slit. I winced at the intrusion, my involuntary reaction in my hips restrained by her leaning across my upper thighs. Officer Connor resumed her movement, at first just lightly jouncing up and down on my protruding tongue. Then as the next wave of orgasmic passion started to wash over her, she gave herself over to it, riding my face like a buckling bronco. And this time, I was overwhelmed by the amount of fluid that gushed from her trembling pussy. Rather than try to swallow it, I let it flow over my chin and onto the floor, struggling to keep my tongue hard and stiff. As her partner went on and on, Andrea halted her painful attack on my oozing cockslit. Holding my throbbing cock just behind the purple knob, she began to tease the rounded end with her tongue, twirling the slippery tip all over the taut surface, covering my cockhead with her saliva. By the time Lisa finally collapsed onto my chest, I was exhausted. My tongue was sore and my jaw ached. And Office Cushing was still busy between my thighs. Pumping me with her fist, she poked the tip of her stiffened tongue into my drooling cockhole, trying to force it to spread wider. I squirmed as her invading tongue wormed its way farther into the narrow tunnel, gasping for air as the blonde slumped on my chest. Wearily, Lisa dismounted my face and glanced at her watch. Finally, I could breathe. "Andrea, it's late. We got to go." Scanning the darkened interior of the van, she found her tiny panties and gave me another flash of her reddened pussy as she lifted her long leg to step into them. The brunette with her lips wrapped around my seeping cock kept jacking me into her mouth. "Come on, you'll get to play with his dick again." Officer Cushing gave me one last stroke before she unwillingly released her grip, smacking her lips as she grinned down at me. "I hope you're right, Lisa." Abruptly, she stood and began dressing with the same urgency that her partner has shown. Buttoning up their blouses, they stood side by side, looking down at my throbbing erection as I lay helplessly on the bench, my wrists still firmly handcuffed. "Pity to waste it though." "Yes, well, those were our instructions. Help him up." While the blonde eased my arms out from under the bench and supported my back as I sat up, Andrea giggled wickedly as she wrapped both hands around my thick shaft. I stumbled over the bench as she used my hard-on to pull me to my feet. Once I was standing, Lisa unlocked my cuffs while the brunette gave me a few extra strokes. As I stood rubbing my chafed wrists, Officer Connors retrieved my white shorts from the floor of the van, tossing them to me as she put a restraining hand on her partner's shoulder. This time, Andrea readily let me go, both women studying my dripping cock as it protruded out toward them. "I'm sorry to leave you like this, Bill. But we have our orders." I pulled on the shorts. The loose pouch only served to emphasize the fully erect state of my cock. The blonde handed me the two open packages while Andrea swung open the door, letting the bright sunshine flood the back of the van. "You're free to go. Drive carefully." Officer Connors smiled as she continued, glancing down at the twitching bulge in my shorts as I passed her. "I'll sure we'll see you again, all of you." Carrying the boxes, I crept back to the car, walking slowly so as to minimize the amount wobble in my swollen crotch. Thankfully, the side street was empty as I stashed the boxes in the back seat. I was in too much of a hurry to even glance inside. The rest of the way back to the sorority was uneventful. I pulled into the parking lot to find Valerie waiting for me on the back porch, wearing a brief pair of denim shorts that left most of her shapely legs bare. She also wore a big grin. After parking her Acura, I grabbed the packages and slung my backpack over my shoulder, glancing down at the loose pouch in the front of my shorts as I turned toward the sorority house. Even though my erection had subsided, the cut of the cloth and the leather strap I wore lifted my cock and balls up so they pressed against the white material. Her green eyes dropped below my waist as she asked. "So how was the drive?" I felt my face color slightly as I shifted the boxes trying to hold them in front my crotch. "Quite an adventure, but I guess you already knew that." "I don't know as much as you think. What's in the boxes?" Before I could answer, the back door swung open and two girls emerged, laughing uproariously. When they caught sight of me perched on the top step, they halted abruptly, stifling their laughter. Both were tall, slim and attractive. The blue eyed brunette was perhaps an inch or two taller, with her straight hair cut so that it brushed her broad shoulders. Boldly, she ran her gaze up and down my bare torso before she spoke. "So Val, are you going to introduce your friend?" A cloud passed over the curly haired brunette's features before she replied. Both of the new girls wore brief shorts that revealed long legs. The blonde in particular had strong shapely thighs, and her smoky blue eyes darted below my waist as Valerie made the introductions. "Adrienne, Amanda, may I present Bill." I thought it was kind of an odd, almost formal way of introducing me, but as the brunette crossed the porch toward me, I didn't have time to dwell on Valerie's words. With an amused smile on her thin lips, the taller girl stood waiting for me to shift the packages so that my right hand was free. Her handshake was firm, and she dropped her gaze down to my distended crotch as she spoke. I realized that their view was no longer obscured by the two boxes. "I'm Adrienne and it's a pleasure to finally meet you. I've heard so much about you." I blushed as she glanced back up at my face as the blonde approached, her hand extended and a twinkle in her eye. Her handshake was shorter and softer. "I'm Amanda.' She had a pretty face, open and lightly tanned. Her tailored blouse hinted at a substantial chest, and I could feel the blood starting to flow into my crotch. I shifted the boxes again, trying to cover the swelling in my shorts as Valerie repeated her question. "What's in the boxes?" "I don't know." "Why not? They're opened." Adrienne snatched one from my grasp and looked inside, rifling through the packing paper. My cock continued to grow, jerking and twitching until it projected straight out in front of me. The statuesque blonde said nothing as she stared down between my legs. "It's a bunch of herbal supplements." Shoving it back into my hands, the brunette stopped short when she spotted my jutting pouch. Her blue eyes grew wide. "Wow! Does he have a hard-on?" My blush deepened as I stood there with packages under each arm, all three girl gazing down at the quivering bulge in my shorts. Finally, Valerie broke the awkward silence. "I don't know. Let's find out." Before I could react, she reached down and wrapped one hand around my swollen stalk, squeezing me lightly through the thin cloth. I gasped her touch, and yet I didn't move. "I don't think so, not yet anyway. He's pretty big." She started stroking me as Adrienne's jaw dropped. The blonde's sly smile grew wider as I exclaimed. "Valerie!" Blushing furiously, I finally pulled away from her grasp and handed her the car keys. She was giggling while Adrienne gazed down at my wobbling pole. Although I still wasn't fully erect as I turned to go, my protruding cock swung wildly as I scampered down the steps. I could still hear the excited chatter from the girls as I hurried off across the campus. With my half hard cock ballooning the pouch in front of me as I walked, I drew more than a few stares. But I ignored them all as I dashed for the safety of my dorm room. Before I shoved them under my bed, I read the note that was packed inside, which told me that I'd receive further instructions shortly. I didn't realize just how soon that was until I turned on my computer. Another e-mail was waiting in my inbox. It was from the English Department.