8 comments/ 31664 views/ 11 favorites WVC Ch. 11: The Pool Workout #1 By: gupiao As usual, I awoke the Tuesday morning after the Art class (WVC Ch.10) with a persistent hard-on, one that seemed to linger longer than normal. Despite the difficulties I had in trying to conceal my swollen log, my classes went smoothly. Heading off to the gym for a Wednesday afternoon workout on March 11, I was feeling pretty good about myself. From the conversation I'd had with Valerie on Monday, it seemed as if I'd be accepted into the White Vampyres Club soon. And with that approval, I'd finally get to empty my pent-up balls. I had a bounce in my step as I entered the athletic building. As it was built years earlier, there were only two entrances to the weight room, one through the lockers and shower area while the other was through the pool and the coach's office. Since I'd been accepted to Western Valley College on a partial athletic scholarship, Coach Anita Turner had allowed me to use her office as a changing room whenever I wanted to work out. Looking up from her desk as I entered, she smiled. "Hi Bill. Ready for another workout?" "Yes Ma'am." Even after all these months, I still was awed by her near miss at Olympic greatness. The white of her teeth contrasted nicely with the tanned skin. With the arrival of warmer weather, she must be spending more time outdoors. "Pool or weight room today?" "Weights today. I'll be back later in the week for the pool." Nodding, she pushed back from the desk and stood up. She was tall, almost as tall as I was. As she walked toward the exit out into the locker room, I eyed her trim body, full breasts that rode high on her chest, long sleek legs with muscles that rippled as she moved, and slim hips that swayed most invitingly. Pausing at the door, she turned back to me with just the hint of a smile on her lips. "Have a good workout." And I did. After changing into a pair of running shorts over my tight jack strap, I pulled on a faded gray t-shirt. Exiting through the other door that led directly into the weight room, I immediately spotted Brooke and her regular workout partner, a striking Asian. Amid the other dozen or so perspiring girls, the muscular blonde nodded curtly when I made eye contact, barely acknowledging me as she kept her focus on her routine. I was a bit surprised. I thought as a friend of Valerie, or at least as a fellow sorority sister, she would be more sociable. I guess I was wrong. From the amount of perspiration soaking their clothes, it was apparent they were nearing the end of their workout and probably didn't want to be distracted. At least, that was what I supposed. As I warmed up, I took the opportunity to check them out. Brooke wore a loose t-shirt over a pair of baggy gym shorts, but even through the oversized outfit, it was obvious she carried a large pair of breasts. The damp cotton clung to her heavy curves, outlining two huge nipples. I tried not to stare, but I couldn't help it. They were enormous, fully 3 inches across and firmly erect. I could feel the blood beginning to flow below my waist so I looked away, drifting back to assess her partner. A couple of inches shorter, she was more cute than pretty, with wide cheekbones and jet black hair, also cut short. She wore a skimpier outfit than I recalled her wearing before, a tiny pair of shorts that hugged her rounded ass cheeks and left most of her muscular thighs bare. Her skin looked smooth and tawny, glistening with the sweat of her exertion. Her sleeveless t-shirt was cropped short, baring her tight abdomen and leaving the well-defined ridges of her six pack fully visible. While not as large as Brooke's, her full breasts were still impressive. And from the way she arched her back and squared her shoulders, she appeared to be quite proud of them. My cock continued to swell and I closed my eyes entirely, trying to focus on my own workout as I stretched out on the floor mat. I opened them just as the pair finished their routine and walked toward the locker room. Brooke nodded brusquely, and the cute Asian gave me a tight smile as they exited. I guess the blonde must have mentioned me to her workout partner after all. After working up a good sweat, I called it a day and headed back to the coach's office. She was sitting at her desk, and rose when I entered through the open door. "Shower time?" "No, Coach. I'll just grab my clothes and shower back at the dorm." Although she always offered to let me shower there in her office, I always felt a little awkward asking her to leave. So I only took a quick one whenever I swam. Gathering up my street clothes, I waved goodbye. "See you later, Coach." Back at my dorm room, I found another message waiting for online, this time from the Physics Lab. The Pool Workout, Part 1 "You will have your next swim workout at 5 PM tomorrow. Wear your new swim trunks, the white spandex suit. And under it, wear your black rubber cock ring. When you become erect, do not conceal your sexual arousal from anyone. Instead, you will assume the present position and openly exhibit your erect penis to anyone who wishes to examine you. Take your blue pills tonight and tomorrow, so that you will have taken a total of three by your workout. Remember, you are not to ejaculate." A shiver went down my spine, and my cock started to swell. I followed the instructions, and by the following afternoon, I was almost constantly erect. When I arrived at Coach Turner's office, she was nowhere to be found. Quickly, I stripped off my clothes and slid on the ring, squeezing my shaft to get the black rubber all the way on. After I pulled in the spandex trunks, I glanced at my reflection in the mirror. It left little to the imagination. And as I watched, my cock began to expand, growing longer and thicker beneath the white cloth, reaching out toward my left hip. The shape of my swollen shaft as well as the reddish bulb on the end were definitely noticeable beneath the stretchy material. I took a deep breath and opened the door, walking out onto the deck to the pool. There were a number of coeds, but they all seemed to be focused on their own workouts. No one gave me second glance, and I let out a sigh of relief as I approached the far end of the swimming lanes. Coach Turner was in the waist deep water, helping out some novice swimmers. She was wearing new swimsuit, at least one that I'd never seen before. Pale blue, it was cut lower across her chest than the ones she usually wore. It was thinner too. As she waved to me, I could see the dim outline of pinkish brown nipples, fiercely erect against the nylon. The walk from her office had allowed my erection to begin to soften, but the glimpse of her puckered nipples caused the blood to reverse course back into my cock. Splashing her way through the water, she stood at the edge of the pool where I waited, looking up between my legs and staring for one long moment at the swollen bulge in the pouch of my suit before she raised her eyes higher and met my gaze. "You're wearing a new suit, aren't you?" I blushed as I nodded. "Yes Ma'am, brand new." "So am I. Do you think it's too revealing?" Resting her hands on her hips, she arched her back to emphasize her point, looking down at her outthrust breasts, clearly revealed in the thin nylon. "Well, it's hard to say, Coach. It's certainly not more revealing than what most people wear to the beach." "That's true. I just worry that it might not be appropriate for me to wear while giving lessons." She shrugged, setting her full chest in motion. My cock surged inside the spandex suit, stretching the taut cloth even tighter, as she glanced back down below my waist. Embarrassed by her attention to the obvious bulge between my thighs, I hopped into the water and started swimming laps, hoping that exercise would deflate my aroused organ. After about ten minutes, Coach stopped me. "Something's not right with your stroke. Stand up and turn around. Arms down." Obediently, I faced away from her, my arms dangling loosely by my sides. I felt her move behind me, close against my back, resting her hands on my shoulders, her fingers light and feathery across my skin. Slowly, she began to knead the muscles, working them, massaging them, thoroughly, skillfully. "You carry a lot of tension in your body. Here in your shoulders for example." As she continued to rub my shoulders, she moved closer, until I felt the tips of her nipples brush against my skin. Still working my shoulders, Coach Turner inched closer, pressing her full breasts against me, her stiff buttons poking into my back. Shoving her hips forward so her crotch snuggled against my ass, I found my cock trapped against the side of the pool. As she continued her massage, her hips undulated against my butt, grinding my now fully erect cock into the hard tile. Finally, she stopped, resting her hands on my shoulders, her crotch still tight against my ass cheeks below the waterline. "I have a close friend who's a professional masseuse. In fact, she teaches a class here on campus. Let me arrange for her to give you a really good massage so she can take care of those shoulder muscles. They are way too tight." With that, she abruptly stepped back and pulled herself up and out of the pool. Standing above me, water streaming down her parted legs, she rested her hands on her hips and looked down at the front of her suit. "Are you sure this suit isn't too revealing, Bill?" From my vantage point in the water, I was staring up at her, directly into her crotch. The wet nylon clung to every curve of her muscular body, displaying full breasts topped with prominent nipples, fiercely erect, showing the lean arc of her flat abdomen, hugging the plump lips of her pussy, even exposing the smooth expanse of her bare pubic mound. My cock felt incredibly bloated, hard and stiff beneath the water. It suddenly dawned on me that her suit appeared so sheer because she had no modesty panels, and that my suit would be just as transparent. "No Coach, its fine." The curly haired blonde smiled down at me. "Well, thanks for your reassurance." Leaning over, she reached down and offered me her hand. "Come on out, Bill. Time for your shower." Accepting her lift, I climbed out of the pool and stood next to her, dripping wet. Coach Turner gazed down at the swollen bulge in the front of my trunks. "I like your suit a lot more now." Following her amused gaze, I glanced down at my crotch and began to blush. It was if I was wearing plastic wrap. Beneath the white spandex, now turned completely see-through by the water, every detail of my erect cock was on full parade. As it stretched out toward my left hip, the thick veins pulsing along the distended shaft, the rounded bulb, fat and purple at the end of the stalk, the tightly bound balls lifted up and out by the black rubber cock ring, and even the dark shadow of my cockhole were clearly visible. "I'll walk you back." As I looked back up into her twinkling blue eyes, she took my hand and led me back toward her office. A pair of coeds strolled in our direction, chatting back and forth. The tall brunette had long tanned legs and a tight body with small breasts that barely tented her one piece swimsuit. Her companion was very shapely, her dark hair almost black, and her full breasts swaying slightly with each step. They glanced in our direction, and did a double take when they glimpsed the engorged lump in the front of my suit. Stopping short, their eyes grew wide as we continued to approach. Coach Turner greeted them once we were only a few feet away. "Hi Anne, Lindsey. This is Bill." As I began to blush, the tall blonde turned to me. "Present yourself." I hesitated and she cleared her throat. "Assume the position and present yourself to these young ladies." "Yes Ma'am." Shuffling my feet apart, I let go of Coach's hand so I could clasp both of mine on top of my head. Speechless, the two girls stared directly at my throbbing hard-on as I thrust my hips forward and arched my back. A pretty blonde in a blue striped racing suit came up behind them, probably wondering what was going on. She stopped dead in her tracks as she too caught sight of my raging erection. No one said a thing as Coach Turner continued to lightly rub my shoulders. Leaning close to my ear, she whispered. "I think they like your suit better wet, too." A group of three girls wandered over, talking casually as they approached. A broad shouldered black girl with high shallow breasts and firmly pointed nipples seemed to be the leader. Wearing a bright yellow one piece swimsuit, she had the pigeon-toed swagger of an elite athlete. And with closely cropped hair and large black eyes set wide apart, she was quite attractive. Eyeing the distended pouch of my suit, she smiled. "Coach, it looks as if your male protégée has developed a bit of a problem." The other two girls crowded closer, the pretty brunette with lightly streaked hair catching my eye before she glanced lower. The shorter blonde never raised her eyes from my crotch, staring intently as if she were trying to count the number of veins pulsing along my shaft. I could hear the smile in Coach's voice as she replied. "Not a problem at all, Lydia, not as long as you like them long and hard." The black girl chuckled as she made eye contact with me, before deliberately dropping her gaze between my thighs. Her blonde companion may have had heavy thighs and wide hips, but her breasts were outstanding, high and full, standing proudly on her sturdy chest. But the slim brunette may have had the best figure of all, long sleek legs with well-defined muscles, deep rounded ass cheeks and spectacular breasts, spilling off both sides of her slim chest and apparently topped with large stiff nipples. The curly haired coach continued to stroke my shoulders, her massaging touch becoming lighter as the girls stared silently at my bloated crotch. The crowd around us drew others, wondering just what the attraction was. A blonde in a bright red suit swam over to the side of the pool near us and poked her wet head and shoulders out of the water. "What's going on?" No one answered her, but when her pale blue eyes focused between my spread thighs, they grew wide and I knew she had her answer. I took a peek down. The force of my erection had bowed the thin material out away from my body, the purplish cockhead extending out nearly beyond my hip, twitching with each beat of my pounding heart. Leaving one hand to caress my shoulder, Coach let the other trail down my back, sliding lower until she palmed my left ass cheek. Squeezing it firmly, she encouraged me to push my hips farther forward, offering up my throbbing cock for a thorough examination. As she kept kneading my buttock, almost like she was laying her claim on me, another blonde and a dark skinned black girl came from behind us, peering around my torso to see what all the commotion was about. "Omigod!" "That's the biggest dick I've ever seen." "Can we touch it?" The last question came from the blonde who'd emerged from the pool. She'd crawled closer until she was kneeling on the tile between my parted legs, looking up at my engorged cock. I'm not sure whom she was asking, but the black haired girl with the large heavy breasts who Coach had introduced earlier didn't wait for an answer. Leaning forward, she reached out and curled her hand around the base of my swollen shaft, squeezing me through the transparent spandex. "Lindsey, I'm not sure that's a good idea." Coach Turner's protest sounded weak, even to me. The kneeling blonde reached up between my spread thighs and cupped my balls, cradling them in the palm of her hand. And the dark skinned black girl, the one who was peering around my chest, slid her hand around my waist, over the taut suit and fingered my cockhead, her touch light and teasing on my swollen bulb. My breathing ragged, I started to push my hips forward and back, shoving my rigid cock against the tightening grip of the busty brunette. Both she and the black girl matched my rhythm, openly jacking my hard-on as I increased the pace, panting. "I think that's enough, girls. Lydia, Erika, can you help me here?" The black girl with the high, shallow breasts and one of her companions, the pretty brunette with the streaked hair and the stunning figure pushed through the surrounding crowd and took my shoulders, one on each side and guided me through the gawking girls. Coach Turner kept her firm grip on my butt as we walked around the pool deck to her office. Once the four of us were safely inside, she gave me a last affectionate squeeze and let go of my ass. Uncertain as to what I should do, I just stood there and waited. The two students stared down at the throbbing log in my sheer suit as Coach Turner started the water in the single shower stall. Turning her back, the tall blonde stepped under the running water. "Erika, can you get us a pair of towels, please?" The attractive brunette knew where they were, going straight to the lockers and pulling out several large white ones. Under the cascading water, Coach quickly rinsed off, catching my eye as I gaped at her. After washing her curly hair, Coach turned her back to step out of the thin swimsuit. I caught my breath at the sight of her rounded ass as she bent over to retrieve it from the shower floor, the valley between her muscular cheeks deep and well defined. As she reached for a towel that Erika handed her, I caught a glimpse the stiff peaks of her nipples, pinkish brown and firmly erect. Wrapping the cotton tightly around her full chest as water dripped from her blonde ringlets, she smiled sweetly at me as she stepped out of the stall. "Bill, you're next." Sliding past her, I took her place in the cramped space and let the warm spray splash over my back. Ducking my head under the stream, I started to turn away from the three women. "No, stay facing us." Nodding silently, I obeyed her directions and turned around. Clad in the fluffy towel, the coach stood with her hands on her waist. The white of her towel contrasted sharply with her tanned skin, and the deep valley between her rounded breasts drew my eyes. "You can't get clean wearing your suit. Take it off." As I hesitated, the two girls pulled up folding chairs and sat down to get a front row seat. Taking a deep breath, I bent over, drawing my suit down my legs to the tiled floor. When I straightened up, my raging hard-on swung stiffly between my thighs, jutting out toward my audience. No one said a word as they studied it, still tightly bound by the black rubber ring. I washed myself thoroughly, paying particular attention to my cock and balls, even taking my shaft in hand and stroking it firmly up and down, pointing it toward the girls. Remembering that I wasn't supposed to cum, I stopped before I passed the point of no return. As I began to rinse off, I took a closer look at the brunette. Thick streaked hair fell over her broad shoulders and framed a slightly square face with high cheekbones and a straight prominent nose. She had full reddish lips, a dimple in her chin and deep blue eyes. I decided she was truly gorgeous, and I wasn't about to lose my erection with her staring at me. Finally finished, I shut off the water and stepped out of the stall, my wet cock bobbing up and down. "Assume the position, Bill, so the girls can dry you off." As I obeyed, both Lydia and Erika rose from their chairs, each with a towel in hand. The muscular black girl stepped behind me and shoved my hand aside so could dry my hair while Erika started on my chest. They dried me thoroughly, spending much of their time between my ass cheeks, and on my protruding hard-on and bulging balls. I wondered if I was supposed to take off the rubber ring, but Coach Tuner said nothing, nodding and smiling as she supervised the process. WVC Ch. 11: The Pool Workout #1 When they finished, they lingered at my side, staring down at my quivering cock while I remained with my legs well apart. I noticed Coach Turner's towel had started to slip, revealing the pinkish brown edge of both of her nipples. "His skin looks a little dry. Why don't you two put some moisturizing lotion on him?" The two girls immediately went to the Coach's locker and retrieved two containers of lotion. Since they knew right where it was, I guess they spent a lot of time here in her office coach. The beautiful brunette knelt by my right side and Lydia took my left. Pouring a small amount into the palms of their hands, they began smoothing it onto my skin. Starting at my ankles, they worked their way up my spread legs. Moving slowly, deliberately, they smoothed the creamy liquid on my calves and up my legs, paying particular attention to my inner thighs. As they worked, the backs of their hands repeatedly brushing against my hanging balls, and my cock jerked higher, straining upward against gravity but never quite rising above horizontal. The curly haired coach smiled, observing my response. "Girls, you're doing a good job. I think his dick is getting bigger." As it pulsed right at eye level, both Lydia and Erika turned to examine my trembling erection, grinning. I could feel their warm breath wash across the bloated knob as they gave it a thorough visual exam. I was hoping for more, but instead they ignored it and stood up. The stunning brunette moved out of sight behind me to rub the cream across my shoulders and down my back while the Lydia spread it over my abdomen and onto my chest. She seemed to delight in tweaking my nipples, and I winced under her strong fingers. I felt Erika's hands slide lower and start to work on my ass cheeks, gently at first as the attractive black girl knelt in front me, intent on pouring more lotion onto her hand. She was so close to my crotch that the tip of my quivering hard-on nearly hit her broad nose. As she began to slide her slick hands up the front of my thighs and across my lower abdomen, studiously avoiding my jutting cock, Erika worked with increasing enthusiasm until she was rotating my ass cheeks vigorously, pulling them wide apart with each pass of her hands. When she dipped her fingers into the valley between, skimming my puckered asshole, I involuntarily jerked forward, causing my swollen cockhead to graze Lydia's cheek. Quickly, the kneeling girl reached up and captured my thickened stalk, grasping it just below the purplish bulb and squeezing firmly. She studied the end for a moment, and then glanced up at me and smiled. "Go easy, Lydia." Still holding my gaze, she nodded. "Yes Ma'am." Dropping her black eyes back to my engorged bulb, she started to work the creamy liquid onto my cock and balls. Once she had covered them thoroughly, she cradled my tightly bound balls in the palm of one hand, rolling them carefully. The other she wrapped around the base of my shaft and slowly began to post up and down, up and down. From my vantage point, I could see down the front of her suit, into the shallow valley between her breasts. The sharp points of her erect nipples poked against the yellow nylon. Behind me, Erika seemed to delight in mashing my ass cheeks firmly together, pulling them far apart as she kneaded my muscles as Coach Turner hovered, watching the girls amuse themselves with me. "Remember, he's not allowed to cum. So as much as you like playing with him, you're going to have to stop soon." "Mmmm, that's too bad. Let's see how close we can get this big penis to exploding." I grunted as the brunette slid one fingertip across my sphincter, pressing my puckered hole and causing me to lurch forward in Lydia's grasp. Tightening her grip, she continued to post up and down my quivering stalk. And as her rhythm picked up, I matched her pace, shoving my hips back and forth so I was driving my cock deeper into her fist with each thrust. Leaning forward, she stared right at the tip of my cockhead as I pumped it toward her attractive face. "Look, Coach! It's starting leak!" As the tall blonde leaned over to get a better view of my seeping hole, her towel fell away from her chest, giving me a quick glimpse of the pinkish brown nipples that perched atop her full breasts. Catching the towel before it fell completely away, she stood up and smiled at me, making little effort to cover her nude body. The way she clutched the towel, holding it loosely to her chest, it concealed only very center of her pubic mound and the interior curves of her breasts, leaving her proud nipples to pulse eagerly under my gaze. My cock surged again in Lydia's clenched hand as I dropped my eyes to the blonde's lower abdomen. Coach Turner didn't appear to have any visible tan lines. And she kept her pussy completely bare. Smick --- a familiar sound echoed off the walls as Lydia kept pumping my now dripping cock. Erika had been teasing my sphincter, holding my ass cheeks apart with one hand while slipping the forefinger of her other in and out of my puckered opening. I caught my breath as she carefully inserted it deeper, reaching far into my rectum. Twisting and turning it slowly, she stretched me wide. I gasped as it felt her slide another digit up my butt, and my drooling cock jumped in Lydia's fist. "Wow! Look at the juice coming out of his penis!" Smick, smick -- my cockslit had gaped open and the clear fluid was bubbling out, spilling all over the black girl's hand and lubricating her grip. To get another close look at my oozing hole, Coach Turner leaned over again, still holding the ineffective towel to her chest. As the bottom edge swung away from her lower torso, it left her sleek pussy totally open to my gaze. Her rounded lips glistened with moisture. "Yes, that's a sign that he's close to ejaculation." Smick, smick, smick --- the slippery liquid let Lydia pick up the pace, jacking my slick hard-on with increasing abandon. Panting heavily, I started to thrust against her pounding fist, edging closer to a huge climax. Behind me, the brunette started to ease a third finger into my rectum, and I jerked forward, driving my bloated cock deeper into the kneeling girl's grip. "That's enough, girls. Time to stop." Immediately, Erika yanked her fingers out of my ass and Lydia released her grasp of my throbbing cock. She continued to cradle my balls for a moment longer, watching in fascination as I wildly humped the air before me, trying desperately to find some resistance. Since I was aiming at her face, she let go of me entirely and sat back on her heels to avoid being speared by my wildly gyrating cock, an amused expression on her face as she studied my shiny knob, drops of lubricating fluid flying from the tip through the air. Frustrated beyond belief, I kept pumping my hips as the gorgeous brunette came around me to watch. She too was smiling. "Wow! He really was close!" I realized that it was I wasn't going to get any help, and I started to take my hands off the top of my head. I'm not sure what I intended to do, but Coach Turner's sharp rebuke stopped me cold. "Did I say you could move your hands?" Even with her stunning body on full display, she still carried an air of authority and I snapped them back on my head. "No Ma'am." Silently, the three woman watched my swollen cock jerk and quiver as it jutted out from between my thighs. The moment had passed, and it started to lose the ferocious intensity it had approaching an orgasm. Erika stood next to Lydia as she knelt on the floor, and I was surprised to see the black girl slide her hand along the inside of her friend's sleek leg. As they both stared at my twitching cock, the brunette shifted her weight, allowing Lydia easier access to her inner thigh. Still clutching the pointless towel, Coach picked up my clothes and tossed them to me, her bare breasts swinging freely with her movement, the pinkish brown nipples puckered and firmly erect. "Time for you to get dressed, Bill." She hadn't told me to remove the black rubber ring, so I left it on, making it that much more difficult to shove my rigid cock into my pants. As I pulled on my shirt, Lydia rose gracefully to her feet, a sly smile on her face. "Be careful on the way back to your dorm." Slipping my feet into my loafers, I looked at her puzzled. "Why?" Holding my gaze, she reached down and cupped the bulging crotch of my pants. I caught my breath. "We don't want you to have an accident." Erika giggled, and I nodded. With a last squeeze, the black girl released her grip and unlocked the door to let me out. I mumbled my good-bye and turned to leave, catching sight of Coach Turner dropping her towel to the floor while the stunning brunette started to peel the black swimsuit off her broad shoulders. I heard Lydia lock the door behind me. I knew when I wasn't wanted. Back at my dorm, I tried to get some studying done. I was only partly successful. I kept seeing Erika slide the straps of her swimsuit off her shoulders, her eyes shining as she gazed at Coach. The Massage Later that night, a note arrived from the Phys Ed Department, signed by Coach Turner. "Bill, I enjoyed getting to know you better this afternoon. I hope we'll be able to continue to work together and improve your swimming technique, as well as expanding the boundaries of your physical strength and stamina. I've arranged for you to have a massage by my good friend, Louse Grigsby. I hope you're not superstitious since I've scheduled you to meet us at my office in the gym on tomorrow night, Friday the 13th at 8 PM. Wear loose fitting clothes. Take your blue pills again tonight and tomorrow, so that you will have taken a total of three by the time of your appointment. You are not to ejaculate during the massage." That last line took me by surprise, even though by now, I shouldn't be surprised by anything. I managed to fall asleep late that night, much later than I would have liked. Classes went smoothly that day, and I pulled on a pair of gym shorts and a loose T-shirt for my appointment. Promptly at 8 PM, I walked through the empty pool area and knocked on Coach Turner's door. "Come in." I entered to find an attractive brunette chatting with Coach, wearing a thin white robe and fluffy slippers. The tall blonde was also dressed quite casually, her robe loosely belted, exposing flashes of tanned skin as she introduced us. Louise Grigsby was much shorter than the coach, maybe only 5-4, her long dark hair pulled back into a ponytail to reveal an open, attractive face. She had dark brown eyes, closely set together and a narrow face that broke into a warm smile when she saw me. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Bill. I've heard so much about you." Her enigmatic smile didn't tell me much, and Coach avoided my eyes she brushed past me to lock the door. Inside the robe, her full breasts wobbled invitingly and I wondered she was nude beneath the thin covering. Certainly the points of her stiff nipples were evident. My cock felt thick and heavy inside the loose shorts. Maybe I should have worn a pair of briefs under them. I cleared my throat. "I'm grateful that Coach Turner has arranged for you to give me a massage, Ms. Grigsby.' "Please, call me 'Louise.' Ms. Grigsby is my mother." "Yes Ma'am, -- uh, Louise. She said that I'm carrying a lot of tension in my shoulders." "Let me see just how tense you are." As she crossed the small room, I tried to not to stare at the way her breasts swayed under the robe. Although her chest wasn't as substantial as the coach's, she wasn't small either, and the imprint of her spiky nipples through the thin cotton was unmistakable. My cock started to lengthen and fill, pressing out against the gray shorts I wore. Smiling, she turned me around and began working my neck and shoulders. Immediately, I knew I was in the hands of an expert. "Hmmm. You're right, Anita. He's carrying way too much tension in the upper part of his body." The lights were dimmed as she spun me back around to face her. Over her shoulder, I saw that Coach had opened a door to a side room that I didn't even existed. As Ms. Grigsby steered me toward doorway, I saw a small table covered with a sheet in the middle. The curly haired blonde was lighting scented candles that ringed the tiny space. "Time to get started, Bill. Take off your clothes and lie face down on the table." Obediently, I shuffled to the room, trying to cover the waggling protrusion in my shorts as I walked. They either didn't notice, or they were being polite as they ignored my awkward movement. When I hesitated, Louise looked at me, puzzled. "I thought you were comfortable being nude?" Finished lighting the dozen or so candles, the blonde stood at the far end of the table, smiling broadly at me. "I think he's just a little shy. Take off your clothes, Bill." Her voice had an edge, and I followed her order immediately, yanking my t-shirt up over my head. Coach Turner came around the table to take it from me and stood waiting for me for me to discard my gym shorts. I took a deep breath and bent over, pulling them down to the floor. As I straightened up and handed them to her, her blue eyes immediately focused on the lengthy pole hanging between my legs. The slim brunette gazed down between my thighs as well, watching my slightly thickened cock twitch. "You were right, Anita. He does have a big one." Patting the table, Louise kept staring as my cock started to lengthen and swell. "Up." Before it could stretch out away from my legs, I climbed up onto the table, feeling it swing heavily back and forth. "Face down first." Kneeling on the sheet that covered the surface, I stared down at the center. There was a narrow crevice right in the middle where the loose sheet had been pushed in. Suddenly, I realized it was there so my genitals wouldn't be smashed under me on the table. As I cupped my cock and balls to guide them into the hole, Louise unbelted her robe and let it slide off her shoulders. Slowly easing myself down onto the table, I turned my head so I could check out her trim figure. The tiny string bikini she wore hid very little. Her rounded breasts covered her slim chest, spilling from both sides of the narrow triangles of her bra. Pale pink, the gauzy material stretched taut as it struggled to contain them. Crowned with amazing nipples, dark brown ovals that must be at least an inch long, her breasts were exquisite. My cock continued to expand, filling the cleft in the tabletop. Turning to face me, the masseuse spread her legs apart and rested her hands on her hips. The white lace panel of the miniscule panties was sheer, showing me that she was shaved bare. The dark slit of her pussy lips was totally visible, and I could even see the soft curve where they disappeared between her open thighs. "That's enough looking." As the brunette stepped to the foot of the table and began to squeeze lotion into the palm of her hand, Coach Turner gathered up my clothes as well as Louise's robe. "I'll be in the other room if you need me." The door closed, and in the silence that followed, I heard the faint sound of waves breaking against a beach. It was coming from the small stereo that was on a shelf with a row of flickering candles. "Breathe deeply and just relax. Let go of all the stress and tightness in your body." I closed my eyes as she began working on my calves. She was good, really good and I could my legs muscles immediately begin to loosen. Following a steady rhythm, she massaged the backs of my legs, up and down, back and forth. Gradually, I did begin to relax, letting her expert hands wring the tension out of me. She worked with a steady pace, firmly, relentlessly, moving up my legs, easing them apart as she massaged the inside of my thighs. I tensed slightly as the backs of her hands brushed the underside of my balls, but she didn't even seem to notice. "Let me know if it gets too warm or too cold." "Okay." Once she'd finished with my upper thighs, I assumed she'd start on my bare ass, but she moved to the head of the table to work on my head and shoulders instead. Again, she was the model of efficiency, firmly kneading my back, my arms, my shoulders and my neck, especially my neck. Working the kinks out of my neck and shoulders took a long time. What surprised me was how my cock relaxed too. I would have thought that having this attractive woman giving me a nude massage would have the opposite effect. Her magic fingers worked lower, down my back, stopping just above my butt. I was surprised when she climbed up on the table with me, straddling my upper back as she massaged my tight lower back muscles and the upper part of my buttocks. I could feel the heat from between her thighs as she sat lightly on top of me. "You have a marvelous body, Bill. But you are very tight, especially in your neck and shoulders, and here, in your lower back. Are your hips just as tight, too?" "I don't know." Her fingers were dipping lower, sliding to work the upper curves of my ass. She kept moving lower, her insistent fingers focusing on the rounded muscles, squeezing and kneading, palming them so she press them together and pull them wide apart. Beneath me, I could feel my cock beginning to swell from all the pressure she was exerting on my ass. It seemed to me that she spent even more time on my butt than she did on my neck and shoulders. Finally, she stopped and gave me a playful swat on my ass. "Time to do the front. Turn over." Sliding off the end of the table, she squished more lotion into her palm as she waited for me to follow her instruction. I rolled over and even in the shimmering light, I could see her eyes center on my crotch. Despite my effort to move slowly, my thickened cock slapped loudly against my thigh as I lay on my back. At least it seemed loud to me in the quiet of the room. Once I had settled, she followed the same pattern, starting on my lower legs and working her way up, sliding them apart as she worked on my inner thighs, the backs of her hands brushing the underside of my balls. I kept my eyes closed, but I knew she was watching my cock gradually swell. By the time she came around to work on my neck and shoulders, I could feel it twitch and quiver as it rose up off my lower abdomen. As she massaged my shoulders this time, I peeked. Hovering over me as she worked lower down my chest, I opened my eyes ever so slightly, getting an eyeful of her nicely rounded breasts, swaying enticingly just above my face, topped with those remarkable nipples, pressing adamantly against her thin bra. Leaning farther over me, she brushed those firmly erect nipples across my face as she massaged my upper abdominals. That was all it took for my cock to leap to a full erection, jerking emphatically up toward the ceiling. Abruptly, she stopped and I clamped my eyes shut, feeling my hard cock pulsing eagerly in the air. She was silent, resting her hands on my chest and leaving me to throb urgently. After a long pause, she lifted her hands from my chest so she could rearrange my arms, setting them so that they were well apart from my sides. Mounting the table, she knelt on either side of me, straddling my chest with her shapely ass toward my face as she resumed her massage, moving ever closer to my bloated pole. Moving slowly, her touch lighter now, she circled lower until her fingers brushed the top edge of my smooth pubic mound. I caught a whiff of her arousal, and when I cracked open my eyes, I was greeted with the sight of a large damp spot in the crotch of her tiny panties. They were so wet that I could clearly see the dark cleft of her pussy lips, the shiny surfaces glistening with her moisture. I couldn't help the immediate reaction, an involuntary jerk of my cock, bouncing energetically off my stomach. Louise caught her breath and paused, her hands resting on my lower abdomen, just inches from the raging erection that quivered in the air. WVC Ch. 11: The Pool Workout #1 "Anita said you were well endowed. I wasn't certain how accurate she would be." Scooting farther down my torso, she sat on the lower part of my ribcage, resting her weight on me, spreading her legs wider and pressing her crotch into me. I could feel her slippery wetness on my skin. "But she's right. This is a large penis you have, Bill. A very large penis." I caught my breath as she reached lower and curling one hand around the base of the thickened shaft, holding straight up into the air. With her other hand, she ran her fingers lightly across the taut skin of swollen bulb, caressing the rounded surface, tracing the prominent ridge around the knob. "In fact, this may be the most impressive dick I've ever seen." Running her fingertip back and forth across the sensitive end, the slim brunette teased my cockslit to gape open, rimming the hole with her fingernail once it spread wide. I began to squirm under her unremitting attention. Still playing with my engorged bulb, Louise started to squeeze and stroke the swollen shaft with her other hand. Smick, smick, smick – the sound of her pumping fist was quite loud in the small room. "I hear you generate a lot of lubricating fluid. And the large amount of liquid dripping from head of your dick confirms that." With a heavy sigh, she released my drooling cock and sat back onto my chest, grinding her pussy against my skin as she watched it pulse and throb. "I understand that you're under certain restrictions. That you're forbidden to cum." I mumbled my reply, admiring her undulating ass cheeks. "Yes Ma'am." "That's a pity because I'd really like to see this beautiful dick of yours explode." She gave me another pat on my oozing cockhead and climbed off the table. Slowly, I sat up and started to roll my head in a big circle, feeling how much looser the muscles felt. Louise opened the door and the blonde coach strolled in, a big grin on her face. "She's good, isn't she?" I nodded as the masseuse helped me down from the table. Coach Turner still wore her robe, but it was unbelted now, gaping open to reveal the inner curves of her full breasts. As I straightened up, stretching my back, the tall blonde dropped her gaze below my waist, focusing her blue eyes on the long pole jutting out from between my thighs.' "One part of him doesn't look very relaxed." The brunette chuckled as she affectionately rubbed the back of my neck. "Not much I can do about that muscle." Letting the robe slide off her broad shoulders, Coach tossed it aside and walked up to me, her full breasts swaying lazily on her chest. I stared at her pinkish brown nipples, puckered with excitement. Lower, her sleek pubic mound curved down to her plump pussy lips, gleaming in the dim light. When she was only inches from my quivering hard-on, she halted, watching it throb. Deliberately, she reached out and wrapped her hand around my thick shaft. I moaned as she squeezed, running her thumb over the open eye of my drooling cockhead. Louise peered over my shoulder to see what her friend was doing to me. "Spread your feet apart, Bill. Let Anita play with you." Obediently, I shuffled my feet wider and tilted my hips so Coach had easy access to my rigid hard-on. I kept my arms down at my sides since Louise had begun to massage my shoulders and upper back. Reaching lower, between my open thighs, the curly haired blonde cradled my balls as she began to slowly post up and down my slick stalk. "I told you he had an extraordinary penis, but you didn't believe me. Do you now?" Behind me, the trim brunette chuckled, leaning over my shoulder to watch Anita amuse herself with my cock and balls. "Yes, of course. That's a magnificent dick he has. Maybe the biggest I've ever seen." "Too bad we can't watch him cum." Sighing, Louise released my shoulders. Coach continued to roll my balls in the palm of one hand while steadily jacking my cock with the other. My breathing grew ragged and I began to pump my hips against her rhythmic strokes. "Coach, I'm getting pretty close." Still holding me with both hands, she paused and looked up at me with a twinkle in her blue eyes. "I think you can call me 'Anita' now, especially when I'm playing with you like this." "Yes Ma'am, -- Anita." With one last squeeze, she reluctantly let go of my erection, watching it sway freely, protruding in the space between us. Without raising her gaze from my crotch, she started to pluck at her oval nipples, pinching and pulling them until they became crinkled and wildly erect, sticking straight out from her curved globes. "You're done for tonight, Bill. Put your clothes on, and lock the door as you leave." As I walked toward the door with my enormous erection waving before me, I glanced back over my shoulder and saw the two women embrace. Like experienced lovers, they kissed tenderly and wrapped themselves around each other. Quietly, I closed the door, and then quickly dressed, once more cramming my hard-on into my tight pants. I had difficulty falling asleep that night. I kept seeing them entwined, hips firmly together, breasts pressing against breasts.