7 comments/ 23410 views/ 10 favorites WVC Ch. 16: The Blue Goose By: gupiao After returning from trying on the display suits (WVC Ch.15 - The Canceled Art Class), I found this e-mail waiting from the Sociology Department. "Meet your trainer for dinner at The Blue Goose cafe Wednesday, March 25th at 7 PM. Keep taking your supplements as well as the blue pills tomorrow and the next day. Wear your new white shorts, but with no underwear. You are not allowed to ejaculate." The Blue Goose was a small room upstairs in the Student Center, a hangout for the arty types on campus with bohemian inclinations. I'd never been there. The food was rumored to be mediocre, but the coffee was supposedly superb. The main attractions were the private booths that lined the walls. Although it wasn't described as a date, it still sounded like one to me. I hadn't been on a date since high school, and I couldn't help thinking how lucky I was to be going out with such a stunning girl. And when the vision of her cum-streaked face flashed across my mind (WVC Ch.14 - The Supplicant Ceremony), I blushed, and had to adjust my crotch as my cock began to thicken and fill. I wanted to be punctual and arrive precisely at 7, but the journey across campus was nerve racking. I had pulled on an oversized shirt that I thought would be baggy enough to hide the sizeable bulge in my crotch, but as I started walking, I realized that it was just a bit too short to cover the front of my shorts. The soft cloth caressed my cock and balls so that I quickly developed an enormous erection that swung freely inside the loose pouch, back and forth, back and forth with each step. I was grateful that the campus was almost deserted. When I arrived at the base of the stairs that led to the Blue Goose, I took a moment to compose myself. The vigorous walk had softened my raging hard-on, but the architecture of the white shorts held my cock up and out. Taking a deep breath, I hiked up the steps. As I reached the reservation desk, the pretty hostess smiled at me and then took a quick peek down at the protruding lump in the front of my pants. Blushing furiously, I automatically resisted the urge to turn away or cover myself. Surprised by my response, I realized that all the exposure that the Club was providing me must be having an effect. "And you are Bill?" Dumbly, I nodded. She was short, probably just over five feet and very cute. Long blonde hair fell around her smiling cheeks, and she had a pronounced dimple in her chin. Stealing another glance below my waist, she motioned me to follow her. "Your friend is already here." As she led me across the darkened floor, I had ample opportunity to admire her tight ass. Her shiny hair passed in and out of the spotlights that dotted the room, casting a sharp contrast with the murky shadows that filled the booths. There were only six them lining the walls, and all appeared to be occupied. Four tables were arranged in the center of the narrow room, and unlike the booths, they were empty. Erika was in the booth at the very end. She gave me a warm smile as she slid over to allow me to sit next to her, facing the rest of the cozy cafe. Her full breasts jiggled loosely beneath her blouse as she moved, and my cock twitched. "Thanks, Janice. I'll see you later." With that, the cute blonde smiled at me again and left. "Let me see your shorts, Bill." Startled by her direct command, I obeyed and lifted up the bottom of my loose shirt to reveal my swollen crotch. Once she had a good long look, she sat back against the cushion and I started to drop the shirt down over my lap. "No. Leave it like that. Tuck the hem of your shirt into the top of your waistband." Following her instructions, I stuffed my shirt into my pants and started to lean back against the leather seat. Suddenly, I became aware that a single overhead spotlight had been focused so that its bright beam shone directly onto my lap. Changing my mind, I hunched over the table and hid the pole sticking straight up between my legs. Even though I wasn't erect yet, my cock was stiff enough that my diamond shaped pouch looked incredibly full. Picking up the menu on the table, I pretended to read it while I was really scanning the room to see if anyone had noticed. So far as I could tell, the cute hostess was the only one. And of course, Erika. "Here's the scenario for tonight, Bill. You are to relax and let me take control. You are not to do anything for yourself without asking for permission first. Address me as 'Miss Erika' when you speak to me. Do you understand?" I nodded, struck once again just how lovely she was. "Yes, Miss Erika." She brightened as I replied, taking the menu my hands, laying it back on the table top and snuggling closer. The brief pair of shorts she wore left her tawny legs bare, and I could feel the heat from her skin warming mine. "I've already ordered for you. And when the waitress returns with our drinks, I'll introduce you." Looking down at the shadow my torso was casting on my lap, she frowned. "This won't do. Lean back against the seat back, and put your arms up along the top." Slowly, I complied with her order, sliding one arm around her shoulders, bringing her warm body into mine. Glancing down at the large lump in my pants, I realized that outlined by the red border of the codpiece and illuminated by the overhead spotlight, it was quite obvious that my cock was beginning to engorge. Surveying the room, I saw that there were now two coeds at a table in the middle, but the ones in the booth directly across from us had the best view of our activities. A plump black haired girl caught my eye and smiled. Blushing slightly, I nodded back at her as my date slid one hand across my torso, feeling the ridges of my abdominal muscles. "I think you'll enjoy yourself tonight, Bill. But you must relax." Agreeing with her, I took a deep breath and exhaled. Erika sat up and ran her other hand up my arm and over my shoulder, pausing to squeeze my deltoid before rubbing the back of my neck. "My goodness, you're much too tight. Turn around." Motioning with her hand, she had me turn away from her so she could massage my shoulders. It felt good, and after a couple of minutes, I did start to relax, letting my head droop down onto my chest. And then the waitress arrived with our drinks. Erika had ordered a club soda for both of us. With my head hanging low, I watched the waitress' long tanned legs flex as she leaned over the table to place our drinks. When I glanced up, her bright blue eyes were twinkling. While not as strikingly pretty as the hostess, she was quite attractive. "Claudia, this is Bill." "Hi, Bill. I'm pleased to meet you." She broke into a warm open smile as she extended her hand. "I've heard a lot about you." Shaking it, I mumbled my response, wondering what exactly she'd heard, and from whom. "Bill, where are your manners? Don't you know you should always stand when you greet a lady?" Trying to keep my stiffening cock from waving too freely, I struggled to my feet and shook the tall brunette's hand once more. With my shirt tucked tightly into the waistband of my shorts, the enlarged bulge in my pants was very obvious. "I'm very pleased to meet you, Claudia.' The waitress's dark eyes darted below my waist, zeroing in on my wobbling pouch. "I can see that you are." Immediately, I turned red. "I don't know if that's for me, but it's very flattering to a girl to get that strong a reaction." She held my hand longer than necessary, forcing me to stay standing so she could ogle the projecting codpiece. My trainer was busy as well, sliding her hand up the back of my thigh so she could palm my butt. As Erika began squeezing and kneading the muscles, I could feel the flush spread down my neck. "Oh my, Bill! You're very tight back here too." As she began massaging my ass more vigorously, the protruding lump in the front started to bob up and down, moving freely beneath the soft cloth, which stimulated my hardening cock even more. Still clutching my hand, Claudia watched with rapt attention as my growing log danced energetically inside the loose pouch, brightly illuminated by the light. Across the room, I noticed that we'd drawn the attention of the two girls in the booth opposite. The plump coed, the one with black hair, stared with her eyes wide and her jaw gradually falling open. By this time, my face was flaming. "Miss Erika, may I please sit down?" She was so focused on working my butt that she'd lost track of what was going on in front. Poking her head around my hips, first she saw my waggling hard-on, and then she spotted the girls in the other booth. The two of them were now whispering excitedly and pointing toward me. And Claudia was speechless, studying my jerking cock beneath the thin cloth, still holding my hand. "I suppose so. Although tonight, it's going to be difficult to conceal your penis." That seemed to break the spell over the brunette waitress. Blinking rapidly, she released her grip, and I gratefully sat back down, although my trainer made certain that my swollen crotch stayed under the spotlight. "I'll get your salads while you try to relieve his tension." With a last longing glance at the brightly lit tent in my shorts, she retreated toward the kitchen. Erika leaned across my body to wave gaily at the coeds in the booth, resting her other hand high up on my thigh as I gulped down the cold sparkling drink. I was thirsty. "It looks like our audience is enjoying the show. Lean back and relax." She began rubbing my thigh, first with just the one hand, and them with both. Her deep blue eyes darted from our audience to my bulging codpiece and back. Her massage grew more vigorous the nearer she inched to my crotch, causing my stiffened cock to wave proudly as it stood tall between my thighs. If I wasn't fully erect yet, I was really close. Playing to the two girls watching, Erika had both hands working high up the inner thigh of my right leg when Claudia returned with our salad plates. Setting them down on the table, the waitress hesitated as she gazed down at the twitching bulge in my lap. "He looks like he's really big "He is." Leaving one hand stroking my right thigh, my trainer picked up her fork and paused, turning to look up at the standing girl. "Would you like to see it?" I froze as my heart leaped into my throat. Had I heard her right? Standing right beside me, the brunette licked her lips and nodded. "Yeah, I would." "I think that can be arranged, maybe you can even play with him later. Bill, you may go ahead and begin eating." The tall waitress lingered a moment to watch Erika stroke my leg as I began to eat, and then she left. In silence, my trainer ate with one hand, pretending that she wasn't getting closer and closer to my now fully erect cock. As I ate, I spread my knees further apart so she could have easier access. By the time she finished her salad, the back of her hand was jostling the underside of my balls in the loose pouch. Setting her fork down, she smiled at me and curled her hand around the middle of my swollen shaft. I gasped, holding a last bite of lettuce in midair. "It seems that you're still very tense." Almost imperceptibly, she started to squeeze, slowly building in intensity until she was stroking up and down the full length of my hard-on. Our waitress reappeared to clear our salad plates, and came to an abrupt halt when she saw Erika's hand between my thighs. Without missing a stroke, my brunette date spoke. "Claudia, my friend has a problem and I'm hoping that you can help him. Bill, lean back against the seat and put your arms on top of the cushion." As I obeyed her order, the shadow that my upper torso had cast on my crotch moved so that my trainer's hand was spotlighted as she continued to pump up and down my swollen pole. The waitress' dark eyes grew wide as she watched. "Bill has difficulty relaxing. His muscles always seem to be tight, particularly this large penis." Before either of us knew what was happening, Erika deftly unsnapped the top of the codpiece and folded the white cloth down, revealing the purple bulb of my raging erection, the skin taut and shiny in the brilliant light. My face turned bright red, but nobody was looking there. "Ever since I've known him, it seems like he's always aroused. This big penis of his is constantly erect." Claudia stared down at the quivering knob, as my date methodically undid the two snaps on either of the diamond shaped cloth and left it fall down between my legs, exposing the entire length of my engorged cock, standing rigid and upright between my parted thighs. I could feel the flush in my face spread down my neck. "So you see his problem?" The wide-eyed brunette stared down at my twitching hard-on, still holding the plates as she stood beside our table. Behind her, the two girls in the other booth were trying to see what we were doing. Claudia cleared her throat before she answered. "Yes, I do. And you're right. He does have a problem. A very large problem." Erika deliberately wrapped one hand around my throbbing stalk and resumed her steady strokes up and down the full length of my cock. The waitress wet her lips as she watched. "I can play with his penis like this, and you can play it, and your manager and that cute hostess, and everyone else in the café can play with it, but because he's not allowed to ejaculate tonight, I don't see any solution. Do you see any solution?" Claudia slowly shook her head, still mesmerized by my trainer's fist steadily posting up and down the full length of my erection. "No, I don't, but if I examine it more thoroughly, I might be able to think of a solution. You said I could play with him?" As she continued to fondle my stiff cock, Erika chuckled. By this time, the flush covered most of my shoulder. "Certainly. He needs all the attention he can get. But first, go ahead and finish clearing the salad plates. Then tell your manager that we have a problem that needs her attention. Don't be any more specific than that, and then bring us the entrees." The tall brunette licked her lips again and nodded. "Yes Ma'am." After she left, Erika was silent, content to keep pumping my raging hard-on. With the tall waitress out of the way, the two coeds in the opposite booth had a direct view at our table and my trainer's relentless fist as she jacked me. My face must have been beet red by now. After another minute or so, clear fluid started to bubble up out of my cockhole and dribble down my stalk, lubricating her grip as she continued her rhythmic hand action. Smick, smick, smick - the familiar sound was faint but unmistakable under the soft jazz that the café was playing. Claudia reappeared with our entrees and set them on the table, her eyes fastened on my protruding cock as my date kept posting up and down. "The manager will be here shortly. I told her you had a problem, but I left it vague, just like you asked." She eyed my shiny bulb, now glistening from all the pre-cum flowing out of the open cockslit. "Is there anything else I can do for you?" Erika smiled wickedly as she gazed up at the tall girl. "My hand is getting tired, and he needs to be monitored constantly. Once your manager comes to us, follow her about a minute later." Claudia nodded and grinned, displaying a set of beautiful white teeth that contrasted sharply with her tanned skin. Still smiling broadly, she turned and left, her slim hips swaying with each step. My trainer ate with one hand, balancing the brown rice on her fork while keeping the other firmly fastened around my slick shaft, maintaining a leisurely pace up and down, up and down. I tried to eat as well, but her steady jacking of my erect cock was more than a little distracting. The girls in the booth across from us were pointing and giggling, drawing other patrons' attention. Another pair of coeds had taken the table closest to us. The tall brunette had beautiful hair, long and silky looking, with highlights that sparkled under the spotlights. I'd almost given up trying to eat by the time a short, stocky brunette emerged from the back office, bustling toward us with the distinctive importance of a supervisor intent on assuaging an upset customer. Her glasses hid her dark brown eyes, but her tight blouse did little to conceal her large breasts. They swayed heavily as she strode toward us. As I was leaning over the table with my fork in hand, I realized that she probably couldn't see Erika's hand in my lap. "I'm Kay, the manager here. What seems to be the problem?" "Hi, Kay. I'm Erika, and my friend here has the predicament. Bill, why don't you lean back and show Kay your problem?" I took a deep breath and leaned back away from the table. Kay's eyes grew wide as she stared down at my gleaming cockhead, wet and shiny from all the fluid seeping from my gaping hole. My date kept posting up and down the full length of my bloated stalk, keeping me hard and erect. Totally embarrassed, I could feel the heat in my face as it turned a deeper shade of red. "Oh my!'' "Bill is in training and is not allowed to ejaculate tonight, and yet his penis requires constant attention. I need both hands to eat this delicious meal, so I can't properly concentrate on providing him the necessary exercise." "I see." The stocky brunette adjusted her glasses as she continued to gaze down at my lap, watching Erika's fist pump more juice from my trembling cock. Smick, smick, smick. "How can I be of help?" "If you would squeeze into the booth beside him, I would greatly appreciate you taking over for me. My hand is getting tired." Without taking her eyes from my oozing cock, she slid in next me just as Claudia approached. As Erika delicately removed her hand, the busty manager immediately wrapped both of hers around my thickened stalk and began to pumping up and down, up and down, vigorously milking the clear fluid out of my yawning cockslit. Watching enviously, Claudia stood next to her and cleared her throat. "That's the biggest dick I've ever seen!" Erika smiled as she was finally able to cut herself a bite of chicken. "Yes, he is rather generously endowed." She took a mouthful of food as the women stared at my erect cock, gazing as the sparkling liquid continued to bubble up from the open eye. I had lost my appetite. I was more interested in what Kay's hands were doing. "I promised Claudia she could play with his penis. And I think that cute hostess would like an opportunity as well." The manager didn't look up, completely focused on the stiff log she was fisting. "I'll give them a chance later. For now, this big dick is mine." She meant it too, energetically pumping both fists on my hard-on, pounding them against my lower abdomen. The brunette waitress hovered at the end of the table, hoping to get her chance as Erika calmly ate her meal. The two coeds at the nearby table had both turned toward us, trying to see what we were doing. "Claudia, why don't you check on the other customers? I'll make certain that Kay leaves something for you." Reluctantly, she left us to attend to the couple at the table. From the way the waitress turned in our direction and gestured toward us, I believed she was describing the action in our booth, and I swallowed heavily. At this rate, the whole café would soon be gawking at my exposed cock. Smick, smick, smick - the chunky manager's enthusiastic pumping had caused me to generate even more juice than usual, drawing my attention away from the other diners. My hips responded and I began to rise up off the seat with each stroke, matching her persistent rhythm and thrusting my throbbing hard-on deeper into her grasp. As she leaned closer, I could feel her hot breath on my drooling cockhead as she spoke. WVC Ch. 16: The Blue Goose "He really produces a lot of pre-cum, doesn't he?' "Uh huh." Finishing her entree, my trainer laid her utensils on the plate and sat back against the seat cushion, watching. "Can I taste it?' "Sure, just don't make him cum." Immediately, the stocky manager ducked her head and stretched her mouth wide to swallow my entire bulb. I gasped as she swirled her tongue around the knob, liberally bathing it with her saliva. Slurping loudly, she began to bob her head up and down as she sucked, the force of her vacuuming mouth bringing me even higher up off the seat. Quickly, my breathing grew ragged as I approached the point of no return. Erika saw the clues of my approaching orgasm and tapped the manager lightly on the shoulder. When the sucking woman ignored her signal, my trainer grabbed her shoulder and physically lifted her up off my lap. Keeping my dribbling cock firmly in her grasp, Kay finally looked up with a wild, unfocused look in her brown eyes. "I think that's enough. Let's leave something for the others." She nodded, still stroking me, short urgent strokes that were almost painful. "He tastes really good. I've never tasted a dick as sweet as this one." "He's on a special diet. I'm glad you enjoyed him, now let go and send Claudia over here.' Dazed, the short brunette nodded again and reluctantly released my pulsing hard-on. Rising silently to her feet, she licked the fingers of both her hands as she disappeared into the back. The other diners were staring, and I blushed once more. I was starting to cup my hands over my exposed crotch when my date's sharp whisper stopped me. "What do you think you're doing? Did I say you could cover yourself?" Immediately, I put my hands on the table and leaned back into the seat cushion, swallowing as the direct spotlight fell on my quivering cock. With my breath coming short and shallow, I watched as Erika began caressing my right thigh, the steady rhythm causing my upright cock to sway back and forth. From the back of the dim café, our waitress emerged from the shadows and trotted over, eagerly gazing down into my twitching lap. "Kay said you needed me. Is it my turn?" "Why don't you slide into the booth next to Bill?" Immediately, Claudia followed the instructions and squeezed in next to me, her tawny thighs pressed against mine. Standing straight up in the air, my cock twitched excitedly at the contact of her smooth skin. She licked her lips as she gawked at my exposed hard-on, the rounded bulb gleaming under the spotlight. Erika kept stroking my inner thigh, her hand inching ever closer to my raging erection. "Now what?" "Bill's penis needs more attention, and my hand's tired. You said that you wanted to play with him, right?" Without lifting her gaze from between my thighs, she nodded. My trainer let go of my leg and leaned back to watch. "Then he's all yours. Just don't let him cum." "Yes Ma'am." Tentatively, the tall brunette curled one hand around my quivering cock, gently grasping me at the root of the upright stalk. Gradually, with growing confidence, her soft squeezes grew until she was openly jerking my erection up and down, up and down. "This really is the biggest dick I've ever seen." Her brown eyes were wide as she studied the clear juice oozing from the tip, drooling down the underside of my shaft and lubricating her pumping fist. Smick, smick, smick. "Does he always leak this much?" "As far as I can tell, yes." Acting almost like a date would, Erika snuggled closer to me, curling under my arm and pressing her luscious body against mine. Only she wasn't gazing longingly into my eyes. She was watching another woman jack my drooling cock. "Kay says he's very sweet tonight. Would you like to taste him?" Thrilled, the brunette waitress ignored me and looked up at Erika, her dark eyes sparkling. "Oh, can I?" "Of course. Just don't push him over the edge." Licking her lips once more, Claudia slowly lowered her head and timidly extended her tongue. I held my breath as I waited for the contact. Delicately, the pointed tip flicked my purplish bulb, dipping gently into the seeping well of my cockhead, gingerly tasting my fluid. Growing bolder, she swirled her tongue around the rim, bathing the rounded surface with her saliva. Then she opened her mouth wide and swallowed the entire knob. I gasped as she sucked voraciously, drawing my dribbling cockhead farther into her mouth, between those insistent lips. I was surprised. From her comments and her hesitant touch, I thought she wouldn't be particularly experienced, but here she was, slurping loudly as her head bobbed up and down. Finally, she had to come up for air and pulled her head back, letting my shiny bulb pop free. Grinning at Erika, she kept my throbbing hard-on firmly in her grasp, slowly pumping the full length of the slippery stalk. "He does taste good, sweet, almost like some kind of fruit nectar." Sliding her arm around my waist, just above my open shorts and Claudia's stroking hand, my trainer snuggled closer and replied. "We have him on a special diet to make certain that his fluid is particularly flavorsome." Looking past her, I saw that the two coeds in the booth opposite us were now standing and talking with the three girls in the adjacent enclosure, pointing in our direction. My fear that I would soon be the object of the whole room looked like it might come to reality, and I started to feel panicky. Suddenly, the cute hostess suddenly appeared out of the gloomy interior, striding past the table in the center and its two whispering occupants to stand at the end of our booth. Since Claudia had twisted around to face me, her upper body hid my exposed crotch from the short blonde. Hanging into her pretty face, her long hair only partially concealed her concern. "Kay sent me over. She said that you had a problem, and that I could help." Leaning back against the seat, the brunette tugged my erect cock into the spotlight. Janice gasped when she saw what Claudia was stroking. "Omigod! His dick is huge!" I could feel the flush on my face spreading down my neck. Glancing down, I saw that my cockhead did indeed look enormous, larger than I'd ever seen it without a genital restraint, a purple plum perched on top of my stalk. As the tall brunette posted steadily up and down the thickened shaft, milking more of the glistening liquid out of the open slit, she grinned and looked up at her coworker. "And he tastes wonderful." Erika cleared her throat as she pushed back her dinner plate. "Claudia, why don't you go and box up Bill's dinner for us? He seems to have lost his appetite, at least for food. Let Janice play with him for a while." Reluctantly, the waitress released her firm grip around my slick pole and slid out of the booth. As soon as she stood up, the petite blonde eagerly took her place beside me and wasted no time in wrapping both fists around my drooling cock. Her hands were so small that her fingers barely curled all the way around my thickened shaft. As Claudia gathered up the plates and cleared the table, the hostess fixed her blue eyes on the pole sticking up between her hands and started to pump me. "Janice, you can play with his penis, and you can even suck it if you like, but we can't allow him to cum." "Why not?" I began to writhe in the seat as she expertly jacked my hard-on, using a double fisted approach that employed a twisting flourish in opposite directions around my slippery bulb at the end of each up stroke. She knew her way around an erect cock. "He's in training, and we're strictly monitoring his ejaculations. He's not scheduled for one tonight." "Oh." Dropping her head so that her long blonde hair brushed my sensitive knob, she giggled when she felt me shudder at the unexpected sensation. Bending even lower, the blonde began to lap at my dripping cock, centering the flat of her skillful tongue on my rounded cockhead. Twirling the wet tip all around the taut surface of my skin, she bathed me with her saliva, adding her spit to the steady flow of juice streaming out of my gaping cockhole. Changing tactics, she stiffened the tip of her tongue and began to tease the open crevice, worming her way inside and forcing it spread wider, all the while keeping both fists posting up and down the full length of my pole. I started to pant under her relentless attack. She was really good. Stretching her reddish lips wide, the cute blonde tried to suck the entire bulb between her red lips, but succeeding only in getting the top half inside. Using both hands to milk me into her mouth, she nursed on my cockhead, drinking down the fluid as it streamed out of my hole. Growing more insistent, she sucked harder, her cheeks billowing in and out with the intensity of her vacuuming mouth. My breath grew ragged. And when I started to rise up off the seat and thrust my throbbing hard-on deeper into her unrelenting grip, trying to get the purple knob into her mouth, Erika spoke up. "Janice, I think that's enough. You're very good at working his penis, almost too good." Lifting her head, the little hostess grinned at my trainer, saliva dribbling out the side of her mouth as she reveled in the compliment, knowing that it was true. Looking down, she watched as her double fisted pumping brought more of the glistening liquid bubbling up out of my open hole. "Will I get to drink his cum?" Possessively sliding her hand up the inside of my thigh, Erika smiled at the hostess, her deep blue eyes twinkling. "Perhaps. You'd like that?" She nodded vigorously, her blonde tresses swinging with the energetic response. "I'd love to swallow his cream." She said that with such relish that my hard-on throbbed in her grasp. My trainer felt my response and reached between my thighs to cup my balls, rolling them gently in her palm as she replied. "I think he would like that too. We'll see." Moving her hand higher, Erika curled it around the very base of my pulsing shaft, gradually assuming custody of my cock from the blonde. "But that's enough for now. We don't want him to make a mess." "No, you're right." Janice started to leave, and then quickly ducked her head to plant a loud, wet kiss right on the end of my engorged bulb, pausing just long enough to slip the tip of her tongue into my gaping eye, encouraging it to spread even wider. I held my breath, and as she continued her slow stroking of the root of my shaft, my date waited for the little blonde to finish with me. Finally, she heaved a sigh and let me go. Sliding across the leather seat, the cute blonde crossed the shadowy room and retreated back to her post at the front door. I realized that by now, most of the other tables had noticed the action going on in our booth. Every patron seemed to be staring in our direction. Blushing profusely, I looked away and started to turn my torso to shield my exposed crotch when I saw Erika's stern look. I stopped and exhaled, making certain that my rigid cock remained centered under the spotlight. She nodded approvingly and kept posting up and down my drooling hard-on. "You haven't eaten very much tonight. Aren't you hungry?" "Erika, uh—Miss Erika, I guess I drank too much club soda. I need to go the restroom." With one last fisting of my stiff cock, she released her grip and watched it quiver, standing straight up between my thighs, gleaming wetly from the oral attention that I'd been receiving. "Okay. I'm tempted to send you to the restroom just like this -" Glancing up at my horror stricken face, she giggled and then continued. "But I think I'll relent and refasten the front panel of your shorts." Reaching under the table, she retrieved the diamond shaped cloth from where it hung between my legs and snapped the three corners firmly in place. Dubiously, she eyed the enormous bulge in my pouch. "I'm not sure that does much to hide your package, but -" Giving my swollen codpiece an affectionate pat, she concluded. "The restroom is just off the front entrance. Don't get lost." Smiling at her own joke, she winked at me as I slid out of the booth. Navigating the café floor wasn't difficult, although the stares my wobbling pouch received were more than just a little disconcerting. I had to walk right by the tables in the center, and as I passed, the brunette with the long silky hair turned just in time to get an eyeful of my jutting codpiece. Knocking on the single door, it seemed logical that there was only one restroom. Since Western Valley had been founded as a women's college, supplying dual facilities in every building on campus would not have been necessary. The restroom was empty and the lock on the door was broken, and as I entered, I saw that there was one toilet. Two sinks, but only one toilet. I smiled at that, imagining a group of girls taking a powder together, crowding around the large mirror to reapply their makeup and carrying on overlapping conversations. Unsnapping the top three points on the diamond shaped pouch, I straddled the single bowl, trying to coax my stiff cock to soften so that I could empty my bladder. After a couple of minutes, I decided to pinch my cockhead and force some of the blood back down my bloated shaft. It worked. Finally, my persistent hard-on wilted and I was able to let fly with a long stream of liquid, the splashing so noisy that I didn't hear the knock. When the door swung open and the brunette with the long silky hair walked into the room, I was startled. Immediately, her dark eyes darted to my exposed crotch, focusing on the still thickened cock that I held in my hand. "I'm so sorry. I didn't realize that the restroom was occupied." Yet she made no move to leave, keeping her gaze concentrated between my legs as the torrent of yellow fluid rushed out of the open hole. The flood began to slacken, and by the time it eventually stopped, I was totally embarrassed. Feeling her eyes still fixed on my cock, I self-consciously shook the last drops off the tip and started to refasten the pouch. "Please, don't cover up your dick on my account. Leave it out." As I hesitated, wondering if this was a setup by Erika or the Club. Deciding that it must be happening as part of some unknown scenario, I followed her command and left the diamond shaped codpiece open, hanging down between my legs. "I'm Bridget. What's your name?" Blushing profusely, I turned toward her, my heavy cock hanging out of my pants, swinging back and forth as I moved. Her dark eyes followed the dangling shaft as I held out my hand. "Hi, I'm Bill." Instead of shaking my offered hand, she reached out and curled her hand around my stalk, squeezing experimentally. I gasped at her boldness. "I'm very pleased to meet you, you and your big dick. All night, I've been watching other women play with it, wondering if I would have an opportunity." Rapidly, her squeezes grew until she was pumping energetically, up and down the full length of my log, doing her best to re-inflate it. Never once did she look up at my face. "You have a marvelous dick. Long and thick, even when it's not hard." She was having an effect. I could feel the blood surging back below my waist, swelling my cock as she continued to squeeze and stroke. The brunette must have felt it too. Stopping her hand action, she opened her grip and gazed down at the burgeoning pole that she held in her palm. "How much bigger does it get?" Before I could answer, she dropped to her knees and swallowed my expanding cock, taking the entire bulb and much of my stalk between her lips. I could feel my cock growing longer and thicker, filling her mouth as she wrapped one fist around the base. Opening her mouth even wider, she tried to relax her muscles as she worked to get my swelling cockhead farther down her throat. Her red lips were only an inch away from my smooth pubic mound when she abruptly reversed course, jerking her head back as she spit me out, gasping for air. Pausing to catch her breath, she vigorously pumped my stiff log while examining the engorged bulb, now wet and shiny with her saliva. I was starting to pant from her relentless assault as she kept pounding my hard-on. "How about now? Does it get any bigger?" I glanced down as she held the throbbing shaft up to me. The rounded knob was dark red, the skin stretch tight across the surface. "Maybe a little." Grinning up at me, Bridget continued to pump my stalk as she reached between my legs to cradle my balls. To accommodate her, I leaned back against the counter and spread my legs, resting my hands on the edge. "I knew you would have a beautiful round head on your dick." With her dark eyes locked onto mine, the kneeling brunette tossed her long hair back over her shoulder and stuck out her tongue. Leaning forward, she continued to hold my gaze as she licked the underside of my cock, a long leisurely swipe of her flattened tongue that ended with her lapping at the swollen knob. Stretching her mouth wide, she bent farther over and took my entire cockhead between her lips. Her cheeks billowed in and out as she sucked, her tight fist posting up and down the full length of my shaft. As she rolled my balls in the palm of her other hand, I spread my feet wider and shoved my hips forward, driving my stiff pole farther down her open throat. Abandoning my balls, she reached up between my open thighs to grab my ass, firmly clutching one rounded cheek and pulling me closer. With her lips tight around my engorged knob, she began to bob up and down, matching the rhythm of her head with the squeezing of my butt. Suddenly, the door swung open. I gasped but Bridget didn't miss a beat as a gorgeous blonde entered. Of medium height and wearing a tight t-shirt that hugged a pair of high rounded breasts, she stopped, stunned by the sight of the kneeling girl sucking my cock with eager abandon. With her blue eyes wide and her mouth agape, the blonde stood watching for a long minute before she finally asked. "What are you doing?!" Keeping the base of my dripping cock firmly in her grip, the brunette deliberately pulled her head back, letting the bloated bulb pop loudly from between her lips. She turned part way around to look over her shoulder, pulling my wet hard-on so that the newcomer could see it. The movement caused me to arch my back and to tilt my hips higher, offering my slick erection up for her inspection. Her bright blue eyes grew wider. "I'm introducing myself to this guy. And trying to see just how big his dick will get." The blonde nodded, still staring at my quivering hard-on. The tan shorts she wore revealed slim, muscular thighs and a long expanse of golden skin. She had great legs. "Oh." Clearly shocked by the spectacle she'd stumbled upon, she tried to be casual as the kneeling brunette turned away and took me back between her lips. The sucking and slurping sounds were louder this time, and the head bobs even more pronounced, almost as if Bridget was enjoying performing in front of our astonished audience. Deciding that this newest wrinkle in the supposed scenario was orchestrated by the Club, I was just beginning to relax again and let her expert mouth take over when the door flew open once more, and a familiar face appeared behind the speechless blonde. It was Amanda, the strikingly pretty blonde that I'd first met on the back porch at Sigma Epsilon (WVC Ch.14- The Traffic Stop). Valerie had introduced us then, and I certainly remembered her from the Club ceremony Saturday night. A few inches taller and just as blonde, she looked enough like the shorter girl to be her sister. Startled by the sight, Amanda paused as she appraised the situation, her smoky blue eyes squinting before she squeezed into the increasingly crowded restroom and shut the door with a bang. WVC Ch. 16: The Blue Goose "What's going on here?" The sucking noises Bridget was making sounded even louder in the silence that followed. It didn't appear that she was willing to halt her attack on my erect cock, tugging me closer by gripping my ass while her dark hair flew around her bobbing head. And the stunning blonde who first entered didn't seem capable of explaining anything. Not while she stared wide-eyed at the brunette slurping up and down my hard-on, so l cleared my throat. "I was using the restroom when Bridget came in, introduced herself and just kind of took over." Amanda stood with her high heeled sandals apart and her hands on her hips, which threw her full breasts into high relief against the tailored blouse. Beneath the thin cotton, the imprint of her erect nipples were clearly visible, firm buttons pressing excitedly against the light blue material. My cock surged in Bridget's mouth as I suddenly recalled a vivid image from Saturday night, seeing the tall blonde's long pink nipples between another Club members nibbling lips "I see." Another picture unexpectedly flashed through my mind, one of her on her knees, with her full lips wrapped around my spurting cock. I could feel a familiar tingling in my balls as the eager brunette kept sucking, and my breath grew shorter. Almost involuntarily, I started to pump my hips back and forth, driving my now leaking hard-on into Bridget's wet mouth. "I'm Amanda. Valerie introduced us last week on the back porch of Sigma Epsilon. Do you remember?" I was panting when I answered, inching ever closer to a massive climax. "Uh huh. And uh -, we met again, Saturday night." The tall blonde blushed, obviously remembering some of the same details that I did. "Yes, that too. Anyway, I want you to meet Monica. This is Bill." The gorgeous blonde blushed as she extended her hand, keeping her brown eyes downcast, shy and demure, I thought. And then I realized that she was still watching Bridget suck my cock. Her grip was firm and warm, and we were still shaking when the door flew open a fourth time, whacking Amanda on her shapely ass. It was Erika, and I was just about to explode when she burst into what was now a very crowded room. Her blue eyes were flaming as they darted from one occupant to another, finally stopping to glare at me. "Bill. I leave you for one minute and the next thing I know, you're hosting a party with some slut sucking your penis. Who is this?" I froze, still holding Monica's hand. No one spoke so I let go of the beautiful blonde and cleared my throat. "Her name is Bridget." Impatiently, my trainer tapped the brunette on the shoulder. When the kneeling girl ignored the intrusion, Erika roughly jerked her head away from my trembling cock. Still keeping a firm grasp around the slick shaft, Bridget turned to face the others, spit drooling from the corner of her mouth. There was a wild look in her eyes. "What?! I found him first. You'll have to wait." "Listen, Bridget, or whatever your name is. You've had your fun with him and his penis, but he came here with me, and he's leaving with me. And he's not allowed to cum." "Not allowed to cum?" Still kneeling between my spread legs, the brunette started to pump my slippery cock up and down with the one fist gripping base of my shaft. Responding to her steady stroking, I began to thrust my hips against her hand, matching her rhythm as the others watched. Monica's big eyes grew wider as she finally took a good look at my fully engorged cockhead, framed by Bridget's fist, the purplish bulb swollen and leaking clear fluid. "No. He's in training and his ejaculations are strictly regulated." Bridget considered this as she kept jacking my dripping hard-on. Smick, smick, smick. "And I suppose you're his trainer?" "Yes, as a matter of fact. I am." Obviously, this information made a difference to the long haired brunette as the snarl on her face faded. She stopped pumping me and released my trembling stalk. Rising unsteadily to her feet, she tried to regain some measure of dignity as she smoothed the front of her shorts and smiled, first at the other girls, and then at me, pausing to gaze wistfully down at my twitching cock as it oozed more fluid and dripped onto the floor. "Okay. Will I get another chance to suck his dick?" "We'll see." I think my trainer was being purposefully vague, waiting for the tall brunette to leave. And once she closed the door behind her, Erika and Amanda started talking at once. "What are you thinking, Amanda? Why didn't you stop her?" "Where were you? I just got here. And besides, he's your trainee." "Right. Well, it looked like you were just standing there, watching that slut suck him off." Monica just stared, hypnotized by my twitching hard-on, pointing out directly at her from between my spread legs, and drooling with precum. A long slivery strand fell in slow motion from the gaping slit at the end, stretching down toward the floor. I could feel my face start to flush with embarrassment as the dazzling blonde kept gawking at my exposed cock. My trainer turned back to me just as I started to cover myself with my hands. "Did I say you could cover up?" "Uh, no Ma'am. Miss Erika." Nodding at me with grudging approval, my trainer glanced down at my jutting erection, and then up at Monica, who still staring at it. Trying to suppress a grin, she asked Amanda. "So, did you introduce them?" "I did, but we were interrupted." Erika did the honors this time. "Monica, may I present Bill?" The blonde extended her hand again, still staring at my engorged cock. I waited a moment to see if she were going to grip my hard-on instead, but she held her hand up, expecting me to shake it, so I did. The movement caused my protruding erection to bob up and down. Her big eyes grew even wider as she gazed down at my bare crotch, and the flush in my face spread down my neck. I could hear the smile in Erika's voice as she continued. "I believe that it's customary to look a person in the face when you are introduced, not at his penis." Monica's pretty face turned beet red, almost as dark as mine felt. Flustered at being caught gazing at my drooling cock, she jerked her eyes up to meet mine. "I'm sorry. I was just uh, - distracted by his uh, - I'm very pleased to meet you, Bill." Her rounded breasts swayed gently under her blouse as she moved, the full globes topped with large oval shaped nipples, hard and stiff as they pressed excitedly against her t-shirt. My jutting cock jerked upward, an exclamation point that everyone saw. "I think he's glad to meet you too, Monica." By now, my blush extended across my shoulders and down my chest as we finally ended the prolonged handshake. The shorter blonde kept her eyes fastened on my pulsing hard-on as Erika continued. "Bill, just like you, she's a freshman. You two will be seeing a lot more of each other." I caught another sly smile in her words, but didn't have time to think about it as she continued. "You may now cover yourself and fasten the front of your pants. Claudia's dropped off your doggie bag. It's time for us to leave." Awkwardly, I snapped the codpiece to the front of my pants, but the loose cloth left little to the imagination as my erect cock pressed eagerly against the thin material, bowing it out obscenely from my crotch. My trainer took my hand and led me out, waving goodbye to the other girls. Monica finally raised her eyes up from between my thighs and smiled, her big brown eyes luminous in the bathroom light. Erika took my to-go box from Janice, as the cute hostess was holding it for at the front. As we left, the little blonde glanced down at my bulging pouch as we passed and smiled. "Hope to see you again, soon." As we reached the bottom of the stairs and rounded the corner, my brunette date put her hand on my shoulder and stopped me, gazing down at the distended front of my shorts. "You know what she wants to see again, don't you?" Blushing again, I nodded. Reaching out, she cupped her hand over the bloated cockhead that pressed that tented the loose cloth of my codpiece. I was surprised at her boldness, since even at that late hour, other students were in the Student Center. She palmed my swollen knob for a long moment, and I glanced around us, worried that we were creating a scene. One tall blonde was watching as Erika fondled the protruding bulb inside my pouch. Finally, she curled her fist around the base of my stalk and led me out of the building. I couldn't believe that she'd actually do it, but she led me across the entire campus like that, gripping my hard-on through the thin cloth, all the way back to my dorm. By the time we arrived, my face was beet red and I was totally mortified. But my cock stayed erect the whole time. Pausing on the steps in front of my dorm, she kept playing with my cock as she leaned close, her blue eyes locking onto mine. She was magnificent. "I hope you enjoyed this evening as much as I did." "Yes, Miss Erika. I did." She smiled as she continued to squeeze and stroke. A short Hispanic coed gave us a long look as she passed by and disappeared into my dorm. "I can tell. We'll have other memorable evenings, but this will always be our first." Still pumping my stiff cock, she leaned even closer and slid her other hand tenderly along my face. I thought she was going to kiss me and I inclined my head, puckering my lips. I was really looking forward to actually kissing her, but instead, she took my chin in her hand, turned my face sideways and licked my cheek. Startled, I looked at her and she grinned, still fondling my raging erection through the loose cloth. "Club members don't kiss." "But, but at the ceremony, I saw you. I saw you kiss other members." "That's different. You'll understand after Saturday." "Saturday? What happens Saturday?" "Be patient, Bill. You'll find out." With that, she gave my hard-on one last squeeze and licked my cheek again. "Goodnight. Sleep well." I did not sleep well. And in the morning, there was another e-mail waiting in my in-box, this time from the Economics Department.