2 comments/ 21603 views/ 6 favorites WVC Ch. 23: The Group Massage By: gupiao Special thanks to blondebella91 for editing and suggestions. ********** Waking up on Sunday, April 12th, I found this e-mail from the Art Department. "You are scheduled to assist in a private group massage tutorial. On Tuesday at 7 PM, Erika will meet you in the lounge of your dorm and take you to a room in Allegretti Hall. Wear loose clothes and make certain to you give yourself a thorough enema. Continue taking the diamond shaped blue pills and your supplements until then. Eat a light dinner, and remember, you are not allowed to ejaculate." I was so tired from the previous night's training (WVC Ch.22 Training #2), that I had to take a long nap in the afternoon. And when I awoke for the second time on Sunday, my cock was like iron. It stayed that way most of the next three days, which passed excruciatingly slowly. In an effort to conceal my near constant arousal, I tried wearing a tight jock strap under a pair of oversized shorts. That seemed to work. I didn't attract as much attention, at least until I had to reach between my legs to adjust the swollen lump. While I was waiting for Erika downstairs on Tuesday, it happened again. I'd never spent much time in the entrance area, and was a bit overwhelmed with all the bare skin on display as the coeds came and went in the warm evening. All the bare legs and bouncing breasts had the expected reaction, and as I sat on a couch facing the front door, I squirmed as the growing bulge in my crotch became unbearable. Waiting until there seemed to be a lull in the traffic flow, I quickly reached between my thighs to adjust my expanding cock. Just as I eased my thickened pole to the side, someone appeared right behind me, standing at my shoulder. Looking up, I saw the cute blonde that Erika had persuaded to taste my dripping hard-on in the bushes just a few days earlier. A smirk played across her lips as she watched me yank my hand out from between my legs. "Hi, Bill. Looks like you need some help." "Uh, no. Thank you." Still smiling at me from behind her glasses, her bright brown eyes darted from my face down to my distended pouch of my shorts and back again. As I gazed up at her, I realized that she was wearing a thinner blouse than the other day, and her pert nipples were pulsing eagerly against the thin white cotton. "It's Jennifer, right?" She nodded as she caught me staring at her chest, arching her back ever so slightly to emphasize the thrust of her smallish mounds. "Uh huh. Are you sure you don't want to go upstairs with me? Your cock looks like it could use some attention." The short blonde wet her pink lips to make certain I knew exactly what kind of attention she would give me. I swallowed before I replied. "Although I'm really tempted, I can't. I'm waiting for someone." A cloud passed over her eyes as she nodded. "That brunette from Sigma Epsilon, isn't it? The one that's not your girlfriend?" As I started to answer, Erika walked through the front door, wearing tight white shorts that were snug in her crotch, outlining the plump lips of her pussy and left the long expanse of her tanned legs bare. On top, she wore a loose striped blouse, which only hinted at the full curves beneath. She looked good enough to eat, again. Smiling weakly, I stood up and nodded toward her. "Yes, you're right, and here she is." The little blonde looked like she wanted to reach out and grab my crotch, but instead, she just gazed down below my waist as my trainer approached. "My offer still stands, whenever you're ready." "Ready for what?" Erika overheard the last phrase, and she had an edge in her voice. Clearing my throat, I spoke up. "You remember Jennifer, don't you? She offered to, ah -" I quickly looked around to see that no one was close enough to eavesdrop. I lowered my voice anyway. "She was the girl you had taste me, and uh, -. She offered to help me relieve my sexual tension, whenever I needed it." Something flickered in Erika's deep blue eyes that I didn't recognize as she sized up the shorter girl. Suddenly, it dawned on me that she might be just a bit protective of me. "I remember. How good to see you gain." But she didn't have a smile on her pretty face as she took my arm, pressing her firm globes against me. Leading me toward the door, she nodded cordially at the cute blonde. "Have a good night." As we walked out the front door, my trainer clung to my arm, silently descending the steps and heading across the campus, the last rays of the setting sun bathing the lush greenery in a warm glow. As we continued, I cleared my throat. "What happened after I left on Saturday?" "Bill, you know I can't tell you that. Why?" I shrugged, enjoying the feeling of full mounds jostle my arm as walked. "I just had hoped that we could spend some time together, you know, afterwards." Erika smiled as we turned toward Allegretti Hall. "How sweet. But here we are now, spending time together." Pausing at the bottom of the stairs, she turned to me. "Don't ask me for something I can't give." Still grasping my arm, we climbed the outdoor stairs together. When I disentangled from her to hold the door open, she giggled. "How cavalier of you." Inside, she led the way and I followed behind her, admiring the way her muscular buttocks filled out the tight shorts, revolving atop her tanned thighs. Climbing the interior stairs was a particular treat. The lump in my pants stayed thick and full. Stopping in the second floor, Erika knocked on the door and a familiar face opened it. Stephanie, the muscular dancer with the well-articulated feet stood in the doorway. I hadn't seen her since last Tuesday (WVC Ch.20: The Dance Rehearsal), and we weren't slated to meet again until next week sometime. Or was it tomorrow? I kept was getting lost in my shifting schedule. Barefoot and wearing a white robe, she grinned and threw the door open wide. With her dark brown hair pulled loosely back into a pony tail, she was clearly ready for whatever the Club had planned. "Hi Steph, is everyone here?" "Yep. Come on in, Erika." They knew each other? That was a surprise I didn't have time to consider as we entered. Again, my trainer led the way, letting me trail after her. As the brunette hostess stepped aside to let us in, I couldn't help but notice the sharp buttons of her erect nipples poking against the white cotton, the dark brown flesh faintly visible through the thin material. Dropping her gaze down below my waist, she asked my trainer. "Is he ready?' "Oh yeah. He's always ready." Stepping all the way inside, I blushed furiously as Stephanie closed the door behind me. It took me a moment for my eyes to get accustomed to the dim interior since the electric lights were off, replaced by dozens of candles lining the room, giving a magical, flickering glow to the small space, but also raising the temperature. Unlike my dorm room, this one was a double, with two small bedrooms linked together with slightly larger common area. In the wavering shadows, I saw that the other three girls were also barefoot and wearing robes. Nervously, they stood off to one side as two massage tables had been set up side-by-side so that they dominated the room. Erika appeared puzzled by that arrangement as Stephanie led me over to the shy trio, the solidly built blonde in front held out her hand. "Bill, you remember Amber? From the massage class?" Of course. That's why they looked familiar. They were all from the massage class. As I shook hands with Amber, her long gorgeous hair pulled back into a ponytail, she smiled and dropped her pale blue eyes ever so briefly to the bulge in my pants. I mumbled a greeting as she stepped back, her full breasts swaying loosely beneath the lightweight cotton, the brownish imprint of her rigid nipples was clearly visible through the cloth. Next up was a willowy redhead. "This is Sheila." The nervous coed never met my gaze, keeping her eyes lowered as she kept peeking below my waist. Her handshake was short and tentative. I got the impression that she didn't really want to be here. "And finally, Danielle." The tall black girl with the big eyes and high rounded breasts I most certainly did recall. Glancing down at her full globes, I could see that the large oval nipples were darkly erect through the thin material. Uncomfortably full, my cock throbbed at the sight of her impressive chest. I resisted a strong impulse to cover what must be my obvious arousal when my trainer rested her hand on my shoulders. "Stephanie has gathered the students that need more practice working with the male body. The single class that they had with you wasn't enough sufficient experience, and they've all volunteered for this extra credit session." Turning to the muscular dancer, she paused. "But I don't understand why there are two tables set up?" Stephanie's smile grew broader. "I figured that you would be bored watching us give Bill a rubdown, so I thought you might like a massage at the same time." "Oh. Okay." "Let's get him started and then I'll work on you." As the short brunette turned to me, her luminous eyes twinkling, Erika made herself comfortable on the single couch. "Bill, if you'll strip off all your clothes and climb up onto the nearest table, we'll get started." Very aware that all eyes were on me, I kicked off my shoes, pulled my t-shirt overhead, and unbuckled my belt. I let my baggy shorts fall to the floor, then hooked my thumbs inside the elastic waistband and bent over, drawing the jock strap down my legs. When I straightened up and stepped out of them, my thickened rod swung heavily before me. One of the girls gasped as they stared down at my exposed crotch, examining the way it extended out. Since I wasn't wearing any ring or genital strap, my cock stayed low, pointing down toward the floor. Stephanie adjusted the table, spreading the lower portion into a Y shape. "Up on the table." I nodded and edged between the open legs of the table, climbing up onto the top and easing my torso down until my heavy pole was nestled in the junction, hanging down toward the floor below. As I rested my head on the raised cushion, I heard the rustle of clothes and out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of robes being discarded and tossed aside. That was followed by the squishing sound of lotion being rubbed between pairs of hands. Closing my eyes, I sighed as the first set of slick fingers began to massage my left leg, starting at my ankle and moving up. Quickly, more joined them until all four girls were working on both arms as well as my other leg. In silence, they deepened their massage, slowly lulling my senses. Although I tried, I couldn't tell the girls apart. Everyone had seemed to overcome whatever reluctance they might have had with me, at least on my limbs. Time drifted as they began to move closer to the center of my body, massaging higher up my calves and farther up my arms until two of them were working on my shoulders. I melted into the table as they continued, moving down my back as the other pair slid up my thighs, keeping my legs well apart so they had access to the inner portion. Totally at ease, I felt the fingers rubbing my back slide lower until one pair began to work on my ass cheeks, starting gently and then with increasing intensity until she was really mauling me, pulling them far apart and mashing them back together. Down lower, the other four hands stroked high on my inner thighs, brushing my balls as they continued their massage. I sensed no hesitation from anyone. The previous aversion I thought I had noticed seemed to be entirely gone. Lightly slapping my butt, Stephanie gave me instructions. "Time to do your front." Taking a deep breath, I rolled onto my back, my semi-hard cock slapping against my left thigh with a loud smack. Although I was tempted to peek at the girls surrounding me, I kept my eyes tightly shut. They resumed the massage, maintaining the same pattern, starting at my hands and feet, and then working toward the center of my body, converging toward my rapidly swelling pole. As they continued to draw closer, I could feel the blood flowing into my cock, causing it to bob up and down, bouncing off my lower abdomen. Working on my left side, Stephanie spoke again. "Girls, the first part of this massage was designed to relax the male subject. But judging by the size and intensity of his stiff dick, I'd say we weren't very successful." The girls giggled, since my now fully erect cock was anything but relaxed. They fell silent again, and I could feel their eyes on my pulsing hard-on as they worked, watching as each beat of my pounding heart sent my erection jerking higher up into the air, quivering with eager excitement. "That is so hot!" "What is, Danielle?" "Seeing his penis, his cock get so excited that it can't even lie still." "Yes, he is very aroused. This big dick of his always seems to be eager to play." The girls' energetic massage had softened until their touch was more like a caress. And by now, all four pairs of hands were very close to my twitching hard-on, the ones on my lower abdomen working around the base, forearms grazing the swollen bulb as they stroked my skin. The ones between my thighs reached up under me, easing my thighs farther apart, sliding between my buttocks, tickling my skin as they brushed by my balls. "Since we've not succeeded in calming him down, we'll proceed to the next phase, where we give him an energizing, stimulating massage, -- although I'm not sure how much more stimulated he can become. Who's ready to try the hand over hand technique Professor Grigsby demonstrated?" Suddenly, everyone turned shy. No one spoke. "Okay, I'll go first and show you again." The tiny brunette hopped up on the table and straddled my torso, pressing her hot crotch against my stomach as she faced my feet. Not being able to resist I peeked. No bra strap circled her chiseled back, and only the thinnest string around her slim waist showed she wore anything at all. Her muscular ass cheeks looked great, split by the white lace that disappeared in the valley between them. "As you recall, women are aroused differently than men. Actually, a man is much easier. Being outside of his body, his penis, his dick functions like a convenient handle." The other girls were partly obscured by her lean body, so I only got a quick glimpse of them as Stephanie wrapped both hands around the base of my shaft. But that was enough to determine that not a single one was wearing a top. The stocky blonde to my right was the closest. As she leaned nearer to watch the small brunette fondle my hard-on, her full breasts swayed heavily, topped with large pale brown nipples, puckered and erect. "The most common way to stimulate a man is simply to use your hands like this." I caught my breath as she began to pump my slick shaft up and down, pressing down on the skin equally as hard as she pulled my cock upwards. "A more advanced technique is the hand over hand motion, pulling the man's dick away from his body with each stroke." Stephanie demonstrated for a few moments, sliding her slippery hands up my rigid pole over and over in a flowing, wavelike action. Obviously she had some experience. "The reverse is also effective, pushing down on his dick, stretching the skin so that the swollen crown is isolated." As she used my engorged rod to show the others, my breathing grew ragged, a sign of an impending orgasm. Still, she went on. "Another excellent technique is a twirling motion like this." I gasped as she expertly twisted her fists around my shaft, sending me perilously close to the end of a tremendous climax. Suddenly, I noticed Erika was at my side, lightly resting her hand on the brunette's arm, cautioning the smaller girl. "Stephanie, I think it's time for someone else to play with his penis." After a momentary hesitation, the tiny brunette nodded, abandoning my twitching hard-on and hopping off the table. "Who's next?" No one moved. The three girls just stared at my raging erection. The bright pink nipples of pretty redhead were pulsing and erect, excited buttons that topped her shallow breasts. Her big blue eyes were focused directly between my thighs. But the slim black girl had a spectacular body, high rounded breasts crowned with jet-black nipples, large crinkled ovals that covered the top third of her full mounds. My cock jerked upward as I admired her incredible body. "I'll go." Tossing her long pony tail back over her shoulder, the busty blonde moved into the V created by the spread of my legs. Her heavy breasts swayed as she moved, light brown nipples jutting out from her globes, pale blue eyes focused on my trembling hard-on. "He's really big. I've seen lots of pictures of dicks, and I've played with several, but this is the biggest one I've ever seen." After smoothing a generous amount of lotion on her hands, she deliberately wrapped both of them around the base of my thickened shaft, beginning to post up and down the full length, wetting her lips as she worked. The other two girls crowded closer, studying the way Amber stroked me. "Yes he is big, more than eight inches long. Almost nine." Standing protectively near my head, my trainer answered Amber, making certain that I wasn't going to be pushed over the edge. Satisfied that the blonde's steady but hesitant rhythm wasn't going to threaten my composure, Erika started to unbutton her blouse. Shrugging it off her broad shoulders, she turned to the diminutive brunette and asked. "Weren't you going to massage me?" A sly smile crossed Stephanie's face as she watched the older girl arch her back to reach around and unhook her bra. Clearly excited, the dancer's brown nipples were rigid at the tip of her pert breasts. She nodded as Erika hunched her shoulders, letting the slender bra straps slide down her arms. "Oh yes, I've been looking forward to it." A similar smile flickered across my trainer's face as she stepped out of her shorts, leaving her clad in a tiny pair of the string bikini panties. Pulled tight up into her crotch, the pink lace clung to the rounded curves of her pussy lips. Resting her hands on her hips, her smile broadened into a wide grin. "I thought you might." Arching her back again, she thrust her magnificent breasts out toward the short brunette, emphasizing the large reddish nipples crinkled with excitement. Although both Stephanie and I had examined the taller brunette as she stripped, none of the other girls were interested. Crowded around me, they were too busy watching Amber play with my rigid cock, gradually growing in confidence as she kept squeezing and pumping. Danielle in particular was fascinated, going so far as to bend over the engorged bulb. As she examined me, she started to finger her eager nipples, pulling and pinching each between her thumb and forefinger, squeezing them fiercely as she leaned closer. She was so near that I could feel her warm breath wash over the taut skin of my cockhead. "Girls, don't neglect the rest of his body. Remember, this is a full body massage." Sheepishly, Danielle released her twisting grip as she and Sheila began to rub their hands over me again. Standing on my left, the pretty redhead worked on my upper leg, keeping her blue eyes focused on the upright pole in Amber's grasp. On the other side, the gorgeous black girl began stroking my lower abdomen with one hand while the other massaged down the front of my thigh, both hands coming perilously close to the base of my throbbing hard-on. Erika climbed up onto the other table, facing the opposite direction from me, her hips near my head. As she lay down on her front, Stephanie began coating her hands with more lotion, a smirk on her face. WVC Ch. 23: The Group Massage "We usually require our massage subjects to be totally nude." Without a word, my trainer rose up off the tabletop and stripped off her panties, tossing them onto the couch across the room. Her rounded ass cheeks looked warm and inviting in the flickering light. Maintaining the silence, Stephanie mounted the table and straddled the prone brunette, facing her shoulders. As she began to work her muscles, I heard Erika exhale, giving her body over to the smaller girl. Out of the corner of my eye, I admired the pointed brown nipples that topped Stephanie's firm breasts, swaying ever so slightly as she massaged Erika. My eyes darted back to pair of large globes of the blonde, swinging heavily just above my parted thighs and crowned with pale nipples that were crinkled and wildly erect. Up and down, up and down, she steadily pumped my slippery shaft. "I think it's time for someone else to have a turn on Bill." Astride my trainer, the petite brunette directed the scenario. Reluctantly, the sturdy blonde released me and stepped aside, vacating the spot between my open legs. The other two looked at each other, neither taking the initiative. After a long hesitation, the pale redhead took Amber's place, staring down at my twitching rod as she moved around the table. Holding her breath, she slowly reached out and curled one hand around the pulsing stalk. Timidly, Sheila began to squeeze, almost like she was afraid she'd hurt me. In contrast, the tall black girl with the short curly hair grew bolder as she watched her friend carefully fondle me. With the palm of one hand, Danielle massaged my lower abdomen, creeping closer to the base of my shaft while her other stroked along the inside of my thigh, brushing against my balls. Standing to one side, the long-haired blonde looked slightly lost as she idly rubbed my upper stomach. "Amber, why don't you help me? I'm sure that those two can handle Bill by themselves." With one last glance toward my quivering erection, the stocky girl moved between my trainer's spread legs, immediately running her hands high up the inside of her open thighs. I saw Erika shiver as the blonde's fingertips brushed the fleshy lips of her exposed crotch. Unlike the black girl, who was vigorously stroking my pubic mound as the same time she jostled my balls as she massaged my inner thigh, Sheila was quite tentative. Now that she had my jerking pole in hand, her strokes were light and feathery, almost as if she had never held an erect penis before. Astride Erika, Stephanie encouraged the timid girl. "He won't break, Sheila. You can use more force on his dick." Shyly, the redhead began to pump me with more resolve, gradually increasing the pace of her rhythm until her strokes were firm and brisk, pushing me closer to the edge of an orgasm. Pausing for a quick moment to wrap both hands around my throbbing shaft, she enthusiastically resumed her now eager jacking of my throbbing erection. "Time to turn over." Playfully, Stephanie slapped my trainer's ass, causing the firm mounds to jiggle ever so slightly as she dismounted the table. Amber remained between her legs as Erika rolled over, unabashedly spreading her shaved pussy for the young blonde. Stephanie winked at me as she climbed back on top of the prone brunette, knowing I was fascinated by the unfolding scene. Sitting astride the lean tanned stomach, facing Erika's head, she palmed the firm breasts that were begging for attention and began massaging them. With a sharp catch of her breath, the brunette on her back began to moan softly as the relentless hands rubbed her chest. The whimpers grew louder as Amber started to stroke her inner thighs, brushing the moist lips that were now gaping wide open. Glancing over at her, I could plainly see the drops of nectar glistening on the shiny surface, illuminated in the wavering candlelight. Suddenly, it dawned on me that if my head were level with Erika's crotch, then her head would be even with mine as well. Raising my head, I could see that she had turned toward me so she could watch the shy redhead play with my stiff cock. My breathing grew irregular as I approached an enormous explosion. Fortunately, she was paying attention, even if her voice was a bit shaky. "I think, that's enough. For now. We don't want him to uh, ejaculate." Reluctantly, Sheila let me go, abandoning my quivering erection and leaving it to wave forlornly in the air. Danielle wasted no time. "It's my turn, right?" Without waiting for an answer, the black girl climbed up onto the table and straddled my torso, facing my feet and flashing me a tiny pair of white bikini panties in the process. Pulled tightly between her thighs, they revealed the outline of her fleshy pussy lips clearly visible through damp lace. As she slowly lowered herself onto my torso, I admired the rounded ass cheeks outlined by the white straps of her panties. The view was exquisite. Grinding her hot crotch against the skin of my stomach, she turned to Erika and Stephanie, seeking guidance. "Do I need to wait him to calm down? Or can I play with it now?" Stephanie grinned as she continued to massage the brunette on the table. "Play with what, Danielle?" Glancing down at my trembling hard-on, she paused for a moment before she looked back up and replied. "With this white boy's dick. I've seen some big ones on the Internet, and most really over-sized ones have been carried by black brothers. But this one --" Her eyes drifted back down to where my stiff pole was bobbing up and down in front of her as she coated her hands with the lubricating cream. "This dick, if it's not the biggest --" As she spoke, I could feel fingertips lightly stroking the inside of my parted thighs. From the feathery touch and the location between my legs, I knew it had to be Sheila. The moans coming from deep in Erika's throat grew louder and more urgent. In response, Stephanie picked up her pace, now openly sliding her fingers into my trainer's pussy as Danielle continued. "But what I like the most about it is the head, round and solid. It's like a fat, shiny plum, deep purple and heavily grooved, sitting on top of a thick log." Finally, she closed both hands around the base of my stalk, squeezing gently but firmly, like she was testing how much pressure I could take. I exhaled, not realizing that I'd been holding my breath while I waited for her to touch me, touch my cock. Deliberately, she started to post up and down, tentatively at first, but then with increasing confidence and assurance. Completely absorbed in her task of jacking me off, she didn't even look up when Erika reached a violent orgasm, thrashing about on the table next to us, nearly throwing Stephanie to the floor. "Uhhhh! Uhhhhh!" As the waves of passion crested and my trainer drifted back down from her high, Danielle grew bolder. Her fists pumped me enthusiastically, and I began to respond, my hips rising up off the table to meet her strokes, thrusting my slick rod deeper into her grasp. My breaths came quicker, shorter, sharp gasps of air sucked into my lungs. "Look! His cockhole has opened up!" Sheila exclaimed as I started to pant, shoving my swollen cock farther into the black girl's double fisted grip with abandon, desperately seeking a release for my cum filled balls. "And he's started to leak." "Yeah. Look how much juice is coming out!" As the black girl halted her rhythmic strokes to hold me still, I felt a timid finger scoop a drop of the fluid from the lip of my oozing bulb. It must have been the redhead since I heard her ask, "Can I taste it?" Still straddling my gasping trainer, Stephanie giggled as she replied and began massaging Erika again. "Sure, although I suspect that it's much tastier when taken directly from the source." Working slower this time, Danielle resumed her double fisted posting, squeezing my drooling shaft firmly as she pressed down against my bloated balls. Sounding puzzled, Sheila repeated the petite brunette's words. "From the source?" "Girl, you are so dense. Sometimes I think you're putting me on." Holding my engorged knob high in the air, Danielle leaned over my crotch. I gasped as I felt her wet tongue slide across the taut surface of my cockhead and lap at the gaping slit. Everyone was silent as she bathed the rounded bulb, pausing to lick up the liquid as it flowed from the open hole. Sitting back on her heels, her voice had a note of triumph as she spoke. "That's taking his juice directly from the source." "Oh." With a long single stroke down and then back up, she milked another oozing drop out of my throbbing stalk. I could feel it perched precariously on the lip of my cockslit as she asked. "Sheila, would you like a taste?" The redhead didn't answer right away, and only sound in the room was the soft squishes coming from between my trainer's thighs. Glancing over at the other table, I saw that it was Amber who was sliding her fingers in and out of Erika's yielding pussy, but her pale blue eyes were focused on what Danielle was doing to my stiff pole. Since the black girl's slim back obscured my vision, I couldn't see what Sheila was doing. But when I felt her warm breath wash over the moist skin of my bulb, I knew where she was headed. And when the soft tip of her tongue slid across the end of my trembling knob, licking up the solitary drop, I shivered in Danielle's grasp. Very carefully, she milked another discharge out of me, running her fists back down to the base of my shaft and squeezing the fluid back up to my slit. Warming to her task, Sheila slipped her lips over the rounded surface and started to suck, drawing the clear liquid out of my open hole. Panting heavily, I felt right on the edge. It wouldn't take much for me to pass the point of no return. Nursing gently on my quivering cockhead, the redhead reached between my spread thighs and cradled my balls, weighing them in the palm of her hand. Pulling her head back slightly, she spoke around the wet knob. "His balls feel really full." No one responded. Erika was enjoying the way the stocky blonde was exploring her slit, soft mewing sounds coming from deep in her throat as Amber started to increase her rhythm. Perched on top, the Stephanie was massaging her breasts, paying particular attention to her reddened nipples, pinching and tugging on them as my trainer approached another orgasm. Although her hips were bouncing off the table, encouraging the blonde to work deeper into her spasming crotch, Erika wasn't nearly as loud this time as the climax crested over her. "Uhh. Uhh. Uhhhhhhh." As my trainer shuddered and heaved a huge sigh, Danielle turned back to me and resumed her slow steady strokes up and down my dripping hard-on. Squirming under her, I matched her deliberate pace and thrust upward as best I could, shoving my cock against her two handed grip. I felt another hand, soft and gentle, curl around the upper section of my shaft, just below the ridge of my engorged bulb. It had to be Sheila. As the slim black girl gradually picked up the pace on the lower portion of my stalk, l felt moist lips slip back over the rounded end, gliding farther this time, stretching wide to accommodate me until her warm mouth enveloping my entire bulb, curling around the high ridge that circled it. She seemed a bit more eager this time, sucking the tip, drawing out another mouthful of my oozing lubricating fluid. I started to pant, squeezing my butt as I lifted my hips up off the table top, trying to find release for the roiling in my balls. Reaching across the space that separated the two tables, Erika gently rested her hand on the black girl's lean thigh. "I think that's enough, Danielle. Sheila?" For a moment, I thought the two girls at my crotch were going to ignore my trainer and bring me to a long awaited climax, but it was not to be. The willowy coed straddling my torso released her double fisted grip and slid off the table, leaving my rigid cock jutting up from between my open thighs. However, Sheila kept slurping, nursing on my engorged cockhead as she began to squeeze and pump. I watched her red hair cover her pretty face as she bobbed up and down. On the other table, Erika sat up and sighed again, her amazing breasts barely swaying as she moved. Leaning over, she tapped the younger girl on the shoulder. "We don't want him to have an accident, do we?" With a slightly dazed look in her blue eyes, Sheila raised her head, one hand still wrapped possessively around the base of my throbbing stalk, holding me upright. Licking her lips, she looked over at my trainer. "That's enough for tonight. I'm sure you'll have another chance to suck him dry." Flushing at Erika's words, she suddenly realized how hard she was gripping me. Abruptly, she let go, and my raging erection slapped emphatically against my lower stomach. Bounding back into the air, it finally came to a jerking, quivering stop, desperate for release. On wobbly legs, Erika stood up, one hand on the edge of the massage table to steady herself, the inside of her silky thighs glistening with moisture. As the slim redhead reluctantly backed up, I slid off the table and came to my feet in the wide V right in front of her, my stiff pole swinging freely between my thighs. Her eyes wide, she stared down at it as I edged my way around her. There was a hungry look in her gaze, one that I hadn't seen in her before. As my trainer picked up her clothes and started to get dressed, Amber joined her pale skinned classmate examining my jutting cock, both girls watching closely as it trembled in the space between us, dripping onto the floor. Her voice was hoarse as she asked. "When he cums, does he shoot a lot?" Not bothering to replace her bra, Erika answered as she buttoned the striped blouse. "Not yet, but we're working on it." That brought the girls up short. Danielle looked puzzled. "What does that mean? 'Working on it'?" Stepping into her shorts, the brunette with the thick hair continued, a twinkle in her green eyes. "He's still in training. He's not a finished product yet." Her words may have confused them more than ever. Retrieving my shorts from the floor, Erika tossed them to me, glancing down at my aching hard-on as it bobbed eagerly. "Time to put that away, Bill." Painfully, I was able to squeeze into my tight shorts, carefully zipping the front to avoid nipping my sensitive skin with the metal teeth. As I picked up my t-shirt and pulled it over my head, Erika gave each of the girls a big hug, lingering particularly long in arms of our hostess. "Thank you, girls. This has been a most um, -- fulfilling evening." Disentangling herself from Stephanie, my trainer made her way toward the door, and I meekly followed. Without bothering to throw on a robe to cover her trim body, the short brunette accompanied us, her large brown nipples still pulsing and erect. As I started to bid her goodnight, she reached down to cup the bulge in my pants. I gasped at her boldness. "Someday, I'll get to finish you." Smiling, she gave me a firm squeeze. "But for now, we'll just have to restrain ourselves." Moving closer, she slowly shimmied her shoulders, brushing the stiff points of her nipples back and forth across my chest as she rubbed up and down the length of my hard-on. "See you tomorrow." And then she stepped back and grinned, pushing me backwards into the hallway and closing the door in my face. Erika looked puzzled as we turned to go back down the stairs. "Tomorrow?" I nodded. "I think we have a dance rehearsal." As we exited the building, we fell silent. Walking across the darkened campus was awkward with the swollen bulge in my shorts, but at least it didn't attract as much attention as it might have with more light. As we approached my dorm, I began to slow down. I had a question to ask her, and I was thinking about how to phrase it. Noticing that I had slowed, my trainer stopped completely and turned to face me. We were close enough to the lights on the porch that I could admire the full curves beneath her blouse swaying loosely as she moved. "Yes?" When I hesitated, she dropped her gaze below my waist. "Are you still hard?" Not waiting for my reply, she reached down and curled her hand around the middle of my bloated stalk, squeezing as I caught my breath. "I can't believe that you're still erect." Without raising her eyes, she started stroking me through the tight denim. "Did you want to ask me something?" Still in the shadows near the front of my dorm, I glanced around to make certain no one was nearby. She pulled me closer to get a better grip. "Umm, yeah. Once I'm a full-fledged member of the Club, will I get to cum like you did tonight? Or will have restrictions on when I ejaculate?" "Sometimes. Even now, there are scenarios where I'm not permitted to cum." "Was tonight one of them?" Not missing a beat, she grinned up at me. "Are you trying to get me in trouble?" Her steady rubbing up and down the front of my pants had pushed me to the edge of a sorely needed climax. I began to pump my hips against her rhythmic strokes. "Tonight was all improvised. I just went with the flow." Abruptly, she yanked her hand away, leaving me to hump the air between us. Erika watched for a moment, and then turned to go. "You're cute when you're frustrated." As I took a step toward the dorm entrance, she stopped me, a twinkle in her green eyes. "Oh, and if that Jennifer girl knocks on your door tonight, don't let her in." Nodding, I jammed my fists in my pockets and trudged up the steps, half expecting to find Jennifer lounging in the hallway. But she wasn't, at least not that night.