4 comments/ 9147 views/ 5 favorites WVC Ch. 27: The Private Session By: gupiao Many thanks to 12yknot for his editing and proofreading help. ********* When the sunlight came streaming through my dorm room window, I finally woke up. According to the clock by my bed, it was 12:30 in the afternoon, Saturday April 25. Totally exhausted from my third training session the night before (WVC Ch.26: Training #3), I'd fallen asleep on top of the covers without a stitch of clothes on, curled up on my side. Rolling off the bed, I padded to the bathroom with my heavy cock swinging loosely between my thighs and realized that my muscles felt unusually stiff. As I stood over the toilet bowl, I saw the reddened stripes on my cock. Three distinct welts decorated it, one lay across the thickened middle of my shaft while the other two adorned the head. The one at the very tip I remembered well. It was the result of the last blow Mistress Shannon had given me. After I emptied my bladder, I checked my back and shoulders in the mirror over the sink. The damage was bad. A series of swollen ridges spread across my upper back, mostly perpendicular to my shoulders while my backside was the worst of all. Like fine latticework, the welts covered nearly every inch of my butt. The vertical strokes must have come from Mistress Carolyn when I was between her thighs, and the nasty looking ones that were horizontal could only have come from the other mistress, the leather clad brunette. There was nothing to eat in the room and I was getting hungry, so I decided to make a run to the Student Center to stock up on supplies. Then I could hide out for the rest of weekend and heal. I'd just finished washing my hands and face when there was a knock at my door. Not expecting any visitors, I didn't know where my robe was so I grabbed a towel on my way out of the bathroom. As I wrapped it around my waist, I peered through the tiny peep hole in the door to see who it was. The shapely black girl with the dreadlocks from across the hall was whispering excitedly with her two companions. One was Jennifer, the cute blonde with glasses who'd introduced us, and the other was a slim black girl with close cropped hair who I'd never seen before. Beneath the small towel, my cock twitched as I remembered how enthusiastic Jennifer had been about sucking my cock. The knock came again, more insistently this time. And then I remembered her name -Chandra. I hesitated, recalling Erika's warning the last time these two were in my dorm room. And I really didn't want a repeat of last night. Giggling and whispering voices came through the door as they knocked a third time. I held my breath, and it suddenly occurred to me that if I didn't answer, they might just go away. More whispering, and then it went quiet. Glancing through the peep hole, I saw they had gone. Turning to get dressed, I had a twinge of regret. They probably just wanted a homework assignment, or something else just as innocuous. I opted for a pair of loose shorts so that the fabric wouldn't dig into the sensitive skin on my backside. I didn't need more irritation, and for that same reason, I pulled on a bright blue Hawaiian shirt, one that was loose across my flaming back. By the time I stepped into my sandals and locked the door behind me, I'd forgotten all about the girls that had been knocking there earlier. "Hey Bill!" I was halfway down the hall when Chandra called out. Apprehensively, I stopped before I reached the stairwell and turned to watch her approach. With her dreadlocks swinging and her full chest swaying beneath the yellow tailored blouse, she trotted down the narrow passage, smiling broadly. "I was looking for you earlier." "Oh." "Yeah, I knocked on your door." "I must have been in the shower." Glancing up at my head, she smiled. I realized that my hair was dry, and probably didn't lend any support to my white lie. But she kept smiling anyway. "I have a good friend of mine who wants to meet you." "Me? She wants to meet me?" Her dreadlocks bounced as she nodded. "I've told her all about you, and she can't wait to meet you." "But why does she meet me?" A door opened down the hall and a willowy blonde emerged, pausing long enough to lock her door before proceeding toward us. With her black eyes sparkling, Chandra took my arm and turned me around. Leading me down the stairs, she leaned against me, pressing one full breast into my skin as she whispered. "She can't believe a white boy could have as big a dick as yours." Inside my loose pants, my cock twitched. As we walked down the first set of stairs, it dawned on me that wearing a pair of baggy shorts without any underwear might not have been such a good idea. I could feel the air circulating around my head and shaft of my cock as the pant leg billowed around my thighs. If I developed a full erection, it was going to be impossible to conceal. When we reached the next landing, Chandra swung me around and pressed her shapely body into mine, pinning my back against the wall. Still gripping my arm, she straddled my leg and shimmied her full breasts lazily against my chest. Her voice was a whisper as her black eyes sparkled. "I went into great detail about your dick, but she doesn't believe me. She insists on seeing it for herself." I could feel the blood starting to flow below my waist. She must have felt it too. Locating my thickening log as it hung down left pant leg, she rubbed her thigh against me, causing my slowly swelling cock to slide back and forth beneath the loose cotton. If it kept growing, I wasn't sure that the pant leg would be long enough to hide it. "So what are you doing this afternoon?" Gently extricating myself, I glanced downstairs to see a pair of coeds coming up, chattering away. I took Chandra's arm and positioned her to block the girl's view of my bloated crotch. She had amused grin on her pretty face as she watched me. After they passed us, she took my arm again and led me down to the main floor below, repeating. "What about this afternoon?" "I'm kind of behind on my studies. I was planning to catch up." "You going to be studying in your dorm room then? You might need a little break." The wicked gleam in her eyes left no doubt as to what kind of break she meant. As we finally reached the ground floor, I untangled my arm from hers and took a tentative step toward the front door. "Maybe. I don't know." She pouted as I took another step away. Crossing her arms lifted her substantial breasts higher. "I'll see you later, Chandra." "I hope so." And I beat a hasty retreat, out the double doors and down the wide steps, trying to minimize the sway of my heavy cock inside my pants. I figured the only way I could control an unwanted erection was to stuff my fists into the front pockets, ready to squeeze any potential swelling before it took hold. Also, I could keep it from moving around too much as well. On my way to the Student Center, I ran into the athletic black girl from the Club, the swimmer who'd been with Erika that first afternoon at the pool (WVC Ch:11 - the Pool Workout #1). I recognized her distinctive swagger from a distance. As she drew closer, she waved at me. With the bright sunlight glinting off the pair of tight white shorts that hugged her slim hips and the sleeveless pale pink blouse, she looked great. Struck by how strong her thighs appeared, I kept my hands jammed in my pockets as she smiled. "Hi, Bill. I'm Lydia. You remember me, right?" Blushing slightly, I nodded, pulling my hand out of my pocket to shake hers when she extended it. Her grip was warm and firm. "Of course I do." "It's funny. We were just talking about you." "We?" "Me and Erika. She was trying to reach you on the phone." "Oh. I guess I left it in my room. Sorry." "That's okay. What are you doing now?" "Um, I was on my way to get something to eat." "Come with me back to the Sig house. You can grab a bite there. I know Erika that needed to talk to you." Taking my left arm, she turned me toward the imposing structure that was only a short walk in the other direction. Keeping that one hand deep in my pocket, I feebly protested. "But I thought you had belong to the sorority? Or at least to the eating club?" She shrugged her broad shoulders as we set off together. "It'll be okay. I'm the Pledge Director.' Purposefully striding down the walkway, she continued. "The food's is actually pretty good, and you already know quite a few of the sisters." "I do?" "Uh huh." I could feel the heat from her body as she clung to my arm. Inside my loose shorts, my cock hung down, bouncing off my left thigh as we crossed the sunny campus. "Who will I know? I thought all the sisters of Sigma Epsilon were upperclassmen, uh -women." "They are. You can't move in until you're a sophomore." She hesitated before adding. "All of the Club members live there." "All of them?" "Yep. And everyone knows who you are." With my foot on the bottom step, I stopped abruptly and looked at her. "They do?" She grinned back at me and gently tugged on my arm, guiding me up the stairs. "Oh yeah. You're developing quite the reputation, at least here in the sorority." "Oh." I wasn't sure how to interpret that. We topped the stairs and started to cross the wide porch that covered the entire front of the red brick building. "Come on in and we'll get you something to eat. Erika will be delighted that I've found you." I let her escort me toward the massive front door. As we approached, it swung open and a trio of attractive coeds emerged, laughing over a private joke until they spotted us. As we approached, all three fell silent, two full bodied blondes and a pretty, round faced girl with short black hair and dark skin who looked Hispanic. She and one of the blondes seemed vaguely familiar. All of them looked surprised to see me. "Bill, what are you doing here?" A chesty blonde with gorgeous waist length hair was the speaker. It really bothered me that I knew her from somewhere, and couldn't remember. Lydia began to steer me toward the open door as she explained. "He's just going to grab a quick lunch." All about the same height, each had an impressive pair of breasts pressing against their t-shirts. The modest endowment of the black girl who had me in tow paled by comparison, and I could feel blood starting to flow below my waist. Lydia wrinkled her brow as she paused in the doorway, staring at the blonde with her gorgeous tresses who wore her hair pulled back off her shoulders in a long, flowing ponytail. "Amber, how do you know Bill?" A slight flushed crossed her cheeks as the blonde lowered her pale blue eyes. "He was a subject in the Physiology class (WVC Ch:18 - The Massage Class), the one I take with Yvette." The Hispanic girl brightened, her black eyes sparkling as she nudged her friend in the ribs, adding. "Yeah, and then you got to go to a private session with him (WVC Ch:23 - The Group Massage). My cock continued to thicken inside my shorts, lengthening down the length of the leg and pressing against the loose cotton. Amber's face grew redder as she kept her gaze downcast, and I suddenly realized that she was starting right at my swelling crotch. Still gripping my left arm, Lydia turned to the third member of the group, who hadn't said a word. "How about you, Kristin? Have you met Bill?" A shy smile appeared on her round face as she shook her head. "No, but I've heard a lot about him." Thrusting out her hand, she continued. "I'm pleased to meet you, Bill." I had no choice, so I withdrew my right hand from my pocket and shook hers. With the athletic black girl hanging on my arm, I couldn't keep my burgeoning hard-on from rising up and pressing harder against the front of my shorts. "I'm glad to meet you too. Kristin, right?" Eagerly, she nodded as the other blonde's eyes grew wide. She nudged Yvette as Lydia started to draw me inside the sorority house. "I look forward to getting to know you better." "Me too." "Bye girls." I was grateful that the black girl had taken charge, otherwise I wasn't sure how I would have extricated myself. Once we were inside, it took a couple of minutes for my eyes to adjust to the darkened interior, but Lydia didn't wait, whisking me through what appeared to be an ornately decorated grand entrance, past a massive set of stairs and into a brightly lit dining room. Two sets of double doors were framed with enormous windows that opened out onto a terraced patio, flooding the expansive room with light. Several long serving tables were arranged parallel to the back of the building so that all the diners had a view of the breathtaking panorama. And gathered around one of them were a couple of very familiar faces. Erika was standing as she and Valerie chatted with two coeds I didn't recognize. One was a striking black girl with cornrows pulled back from her pretty face and heavy braids falling down her back. The other was shorter with dark, luminous eyes, tawny skin and thick black hair cascading unbound to her shoulders. Like Yvette at the front door, she looked Hispanic. Beaming, my trainer turned from the table as we approached. Looking as luscious as always in a pair of pink shorts and a striped sleeveless blouse, she grabbed my free arm. "Oh Bill, I'm so glad Lydia found you. We need to talk." Lydia interrupted. "Before you guys get started, let me get him something to eat. He was on his way to the Student Center when I invited him here instead." Releasing my left arm, the athletic black girl edged toward one end of the large room. "So what would you like, Bill? Eggs? Toast? Yogurt and fruit?" "Umm, eggs sounds great. Scrambled, with whatever fruit they have." "I'll be right back." With that, Lydia spun on her heels and disappeared into what appeared to be the kitchen area. "Before you and Erika have your little chat, let me introduce you to our other sorority sisters." Pushing her chair back from the long table, the curly haired Valerie stood and turned to the girl sitting beside her. "Regina, this is Bill." Rising from the table with grace of a cat, the new black girl extended her hand. Now that she was standing, I could see that she was tall, only an inch or two shorter than I was, with a nicely rounded chest filling out her tight t-shirt. Stiff nipples pressed eagerly against the pale blue cotton. "Hi, Bill. I'm glad to meet you." Her handshake was cool and firm while her eyes had a disconcerting directness. She was quite attractive. Keeping my left hand stuck in my pocket, I cupped the swollen head of my nearly erect cock in the palm of my hand. I hoped that I was shielding the distended pole from the girls. But the smirk Erika gave me after she raised her blue eyes from below my waist led me to believe otherwise. "Regina, right?" Nodding, she smiled as she gripped my hand a few seconds longer than necessary. "I've heard a lot about you. I'm delighted that we finally get to meet." Finally, she let go and stepped back. Valerie turned to the other coed, the Hispanic looking girl. "And this is Anita." The dark haired brunette stood and grinned, offering me her hand. She was shorter than the others, and sitting down had obscured her chest. While not particularly well endowed, Anita wore a tight white t-shirt without a bra. High and firm, her breasts were topped by perfectly round areoles, the dark brown circles clearly visible through the thin cotton. I couldn't help but glance down at them as I extended my hand and shook hers. "I'm so glad to meet you, Bill." Her musical voice had a lilt to it, and she pronounced my name "Beel." She also caught me peeking at her breasts. Smiling, she deliberately arched her back to emphasize them, almost as if she were offering her compact mounds up for me to get a better look. "I'm glad to meet you too, Anita." Feeling trapped, I shoved my right hand back into my pocket as soon as the Hispanic girl let go. Erika jumped into the silence that followed. "Have you checked your e-mail this morning?" There was an eager glint in her eyes. "Uh, no. Not yet." Before she could follow up her question, Lydia reappeared with a plateful of food. "Bill, here you go." As the black girl approached, Valerie pulled out a chair at the table, encouraging me to sit next to where she stood. As Lydia slid the plate onto the tabletop, l kept both hands jammed in my pockets as I took the few steps across the floor. At the last moment before I sat down, I pulled them out. Immediately, I popped back up to my feet. My butt was too sore to sit on the hard surface. "Oh yeah." "What is it Bill?" As Valerie asked the question, a smirk played across her freckled face. "Umm, I guess I'm a little sore. I don't know, maybe I may have a bruise." The girls were silent, and I suddenly realized that they were all staring directly at my crotch. Following their gaze, I saw that the size and strength of my erection had created a substantial tent in my pants. Quickly, I shoved my hands back into my front pockets and bent awkwardly at the waist, trying to hide, Clearing her throat, Valerie continued. "So, how did you get a bruise back there?" "I don't know. Maybe I bumped into something." "Erika couldn't sit down to eat this morning either. Maybe you both bumped into the same thing." From the twinkle in her green eyes, I figured that Valerie knew exactly why neither one of us could sit down. Feeling a flush starting to spread across my face, I just stood there, kind of hunched over as Lydia slid her well rounded butt onto the table. Picking up the plate, she held out to me. "You should eat your eggs before they get cold." I hesitated, trying to find way out of my predicament when Erika retrieved a fork from the table. As she handed it to me, she was very clear. "Eat.' "Yes Ma'am." With a deep breath, I pulled my hands out of my pocket, accepting the fork and plate of food. A sharp intake of breath came from Anita as my stiff cock pressed enthusiastically against the bulging front of my pants. Holding the plate under my chin, I avoided their eyes and shoveled the eggs into my mouth as the four of them watched. With the flush in my face spreading down my neck, I could feel my hard-on twitch inside the loose shorts, certain that my excitement was obvious. Their glances downward grew longer and more pronounced. The smirk still dancing on her lips, Valerie asked. "Are the eggs good?" I nodded, trying to finish the food as fast as I could. Keeping her eyes fastened on my distended crotch, Regina leaned over to murmur in Valerie's ear, a stage whisper loud enough for everyone to hear. "I see that you weren't exaggerating." Anita didn't even bother to whisper, asking out loud, asking no one in particular. "Can we have him take it out?" Grinning broadly, Lydia stepped in.' "Girls, let's let him eat in peace. Besides, I think Erika needs to talk to him in private." Ushering the pair of disappointed coeds out of the dining room, the muscular black girl winked at me over her shoulder as she departed. Valerie trailed after them, crossing the room to refill her tea cup as my trainer edged closer. Gazing down at the throbbing bulge in my pants, she asked. "Are you wearing anything underneath?" With a mouth full of eggs, I shook my head. "Not a cock ring? Or that leather strap?" I managed to swallow before I replied. "No, Ma'am." "That's impressive. No supplements either?" "None." Sagely, she nodded, taking me by the upper arm and leading me closer to the oversized windows. WVC Ch. 27: The Private Session "They said that eventually you won't need any of that." "Really?" "Yeah. Have you checked your e-mail yet today?" "Uh, no. Did I miss something?" Consulting her watch, she shook her head. "Not yet. But we need to go now." Taking my half-full plate out of my hands, Erika slid it onto the table and escorted me toward the front door. Waving as we passed Valerie, she called out. "See you over there." Two more girls were entering through the massive door as we crossed the grand entrance. One was pale and slim with long black hair, watery blue eyes and barely any curves at all under her dark blouse. The other was a strawberry blonde of the same height with freckles, attractive sharp features and just a slightly larger chest than her companion. What did catch my attention were the prominent points of erect nipples of the freckled blonde pulsing eagerly against the tight cotton t-shirt. When I glanced up, her bright blue eyes were laughing at me. "Hello, Bill. It's good to see you again." Again? Before I could react, the black haired girl elbowed her friend. "Is this the guy?" Without waiting for an answer, she looked me up and down, openly lingering below my waist as Erika smoothly reintroduced the strawberry blonde. "Bill, you remember Taylor, don't you? Well, maybe not. You were pretty busy that night. She's the President of our sorority." Taylor seemed familiar, but I couldn't place her pretty face with the high arching eyebrows. With her eyes still twinkling, she shook my hand before letting go and stepping aside for the friend. Finally lifting her gaze up from my distended crotch, the black haired girl stuck out her hand. "Hi, Bill. I'm Adele." There wasn't the same warmth in her eyes as I'd seen in Taylor's. In fact, they were downright icy. As we shook hands, Erika added helpfully. "Adele's our Secretary." Dropping the handshake, the black haired girl with the frosty blue eyes smiled. "I'm sure we'll be seeing a lot more of you around the house." Lowering her steady gaze down to the bulge in the front of my pants, she made certain I knew exactly what she meant. "I hate to interrupt, but Bill and I are going to be late for an appointment if we don't hurry." I was glad Erika took command. I was more than ready to leave. Smiling, Taylor gave us a merry wave of her hand as we turned to exit into the bright sunlight. Hurrying across campus, my trainer spoke without a sideways glance. "You really don't remember her? Taylor?" "She looked familiar, but no, I don't." "Well, she did have on a very different outfit the last time you met her." I took another couple of steps before it dawned on me. "She's in the Club?" "Yep." I felt pretty dumb. That meant I'd serviced her before and given her at least one orgasm, and she'd sucked my cock. Probably more than once, and I didn't even recognize her. Erika must have sensed my distress. "Don't worry about it. It takes time to know everyone, and I'm sure you'll get a chance to get better acquainted." We hurried on in silence for a minute and then I brought up something that I'd wanted to ask for some time, but didn't really know how to present. So I just blurted it out. "Erika, are you a virgin?" That brought her to an abrupt halt. Stopping in the middle of the walkway, she looked at me, incredulously. "Where did that come from?" The gorgeous brunette didn't look angry or upset, just puzzled so I took a deep breath and plunged ahead. "Well, everyone in the Club seems so self-assured and experienced, and I'm not. I'm still a virgin and I just wondered if that was going to change anytime while I'm in the Club, I mean, if I get in." I felt really stupid. Her eyes were piercing as she stared at me. Then she smiled, shook her head and took my arm. When her deep blue eyes softened like that, I kind of melted inside. We set off again, at a more deliberate pace this time. "Yes, I am a virgin, technically. I don't have nearly as much experience as you think I do." We walked for another few steps before I ventured another question. "How about the other girls in the Club?" Erika didn't answer right away. After a few moments of walking in silence, she replied without looking at me. "I'm not sure I can answer that for everyone. Valerie isn't, but you probably already knew that." I didn't respond, waiting for her to continue. "Jordan definitely is. Your penis is the first one she's ever seen." My trainer chuckled, thinking about the petite redhead, I guess. "She keeps reminding me how lucky I am to be your trainer. Diane, Mya and Brooke - they're probably virgins as well. They're too much into girls." She shrugged her shoulders as we approached my dorm. "The others, I don't know about." I cleared my throat before I broke her train of thought. 'You haven't told me where we're going, but I assume that we need something from my room since we seem to be heading toward my dorm." "I'm sorry. Yes, you need to get your display suit #2, the bright blue number with all the straps. Have you taken any vitamins or supplements today?" "Umm, no. Should I?" "Not now. It's too late." Checking her watch, Erika stopped as we reached the front steps. "I'll wait down here while you go get the suit." "Anything else I'm supposed to get?" Grinning, she shook her head, her thick hair brushing her broad shoulders. "Not today." I turned to head upstairs, wondering whether Chandra across the hall would be waiting for me. She wasn't, and I grabbed the neon blue suit, stuffing it into my front pocket as I locked the door behind me. Erika was sitting on the steps when I reappeared. She led the way again. I had no idea where we were going, although since she didn't have her car, I figured that it must be on campus, or at least within walking distance. Walking quickly in silence, my curiosity got the better of me. "So where are we going?" With an impish gleam in her eyes, she replied. "You'll see. Did you put the suit on?" "No. I just put it in my pocket." With a quick sideways glance at the bulge still tenting the front of my pants, she smiled. "I wasn't sure. You have a pretty sizeable lump in your pants." I flushed slightly as we hurried along. After a few more moments, I continued our earlier conversation. "What about Lydia?" "What about her?" "Is she a virgin?" Erika was silent, and I thought I'd crossed a line that I shouldn't have. Finally, the brunette answered me. "I don't know." "Really? I thought you guys were pretty good friends." "We're more than that, but there are some things we don't discuss. At least, we haven't." We walked along the pathway for a few more steps before she stopped completely and turned to me. Suddenly, she looked really serious. "Here's what I know. While the Club doesn't have any specific rules, there are some traditions or unspoken customs. When the Club was formed, it was expected that most members would eventually find a man after they graduated, get married and raise a family. Remaining a virgin was the norm then, and was actually encouraged. The Club was just a fun interlude." Taking me by the arm, she led me off the concrete path as a couple of coeds hurried by. Once they were out of earshot, she continued. "It still is like that. We're questioned about our prior experience before we join, and we're expected to limit our activities to scenarios within the Club, or at least get prior approval form the Club management. That's why Valerie had to get Club authorization to continue to date her high school boyfriend. And why any scene needs to be approved first." "So occasional escapades aren't unheard of?" Her blue eyes sparkled as she answered my question with one of her own. "You mean like that quickie you gave Valerie in the back room of the Student Center the other day?" Sheepishly, I lowered my gaze. "Oh. She told you about that?" "Oh yeah. We're also very good friends." "Oh. And you're not mad?" "No. Why would I be mad?" Erika looked genuinely puzzled. I thought that she might be just a bit jealous. Actually, I realized that I was more than a little disappointed she wasn't. Consulting her watch once more, she grabbed my arm and took off again, talking as she dragged me along. "Management knows that impromptu couplings happen. They just want to keep them to a minimum and encourage the planned scenarios instead. If we're all exhausted from Club events, then we'll have little energy for any extracurricular activities." The Art building loomed ahead. "Are we going to another posing session?" She grinned at me. "Yep. A private one. Invitation only." My cock twitched inside my shorts. It had been dormant since we'd left the sorority house, but the idea of a private session in the middle of a Sunday afternoon started the blood flowing again. "Who's going to be there?" Grinning, my brunette trainer didn't answer as she threw the front door open and pulled me inside. Hurrying down the empty hallway, she stopped only when we reached Ms. Reynolds' classroom. The door was unlocked and she pushed her way inside. Valerie looked up as entered, her firm breasts pressing eagerly against the same emerald green polo shirt she'd been wearing at the sorority house. She'd been rearranging the room. "I was beginning to wonder what had happened to you two." Dropping her eyes to the front of my pants, she asked Erika. "Does he have it on?" "No, he still has to change." "Then let's get on with it." The green eyed brunette finally addressed me. "Where's your display suit?" By way of an answer, I pulled the blue sliver of cloth from my pocket and held it up, the straps dangling down toward the floor. She nodded and resumed moving the easels, and it was only then that I noticed that the bar stool I usually sat on had been taken from the raised platform and now stood on the floor, near the front of the small stage. "Well, put it on. The others will be here shortly." Erika had climbed up onto the platform and retrieved a cushion which she carefully placed on the edge of the stage near the stool. As I stripped off my t-shirt and unzipped my pants, I was dying to know. "Who are the others?" Halting her activity, Valeri turned to my trainer. "You haven't told him?" As she gingerly sat down on the soft cushion, Erika grinned and shook her head, observing me undress. With my cock swinging heavily between my legs, I stepped out of my pants and started to untangle the suit. "Nope. I figured that it would be more fun to let him find out when they walk through the door." Although it wasn't hard yet, my cock had begun to thicken and fill, stretching out away from my thighs. Both girls watched as I slid the cloth sheath down my swelling shaft, working the shiny nylon until it encased the entire length of my pole. Erika called out. "Make sure it's tight." Bending over, I wrapped the blue pouch around my balls and started to lace the first strap around both my cock and balls, pulling it snug before looping the end between the pair of double O rings. Blood started to surge into my cock as I took the next strap and circled the base of my shaft, again cinching the nylon it firmly as it pressed against the underside of my now bulging balls. The next one I wrapped around the thickened middle of my stalk while the last strap circled just behind the prominent ridge of my cockhead. "Tighter!" Responding to my trainer's directive, I tugged on the final strap, stretching the shiny nylon across the rounded bulb, so tight that indentation of my cockhole was plainly visible. Straightening, I faced the seated Erika and she nodded approvingly. Now fully erect, my cock was snugly bound inside the sheath and pouch, encased in the brilliant blue nylon like a present waiting to be unwrapped, twitching in anticipation. As it jutted straight out from between my thighs, I turned toward Valerie causing it to sway ominously back and forth. Smiling broadly, she finished rearranging the easels in a semi-circle around the high stool. There were four of them. "They're going to love that." "Who?" Ignoring my question, Erika responded to the other brunette. "I'm not so sure. I think they were hoping he would be totally nude." Stepping back to survey her work, Valerie rested her hands on the hips and nodded. "You may be right. How bad does his backside look?" Erika shrugged. "Not good. His back is pretty well striped too. His punishment was much worse than mine. Turn around and show her." The last was directed to me, so I spun around and presented my bare ass to Valerie. "Oh my! He does have a lot of wicked looking welts, on his ass as well as across his back." When she ran her cool fingers across the curves of my butt, I jumped, causing my protruding hard-on to bob up and down. Eyeing the bouncing pole, my trainer noted wryly. "I don't think it will matter. No one's going to be drawing his butt." Valerie giggled as she withdrew her caressing hand and tossed me a robe. "You're probably right. Put that on. The other students will be here shortly." "Who are they?" Still ignoring me, Valerie climbed up onto the platform as I donned the robe. She picked up another soft cushion from the couch and handed it to me, grinning. "You'll find out soon enough. Here, this should make sitting on the posing stool a little easier." The four easels were pretty close to the stool, much closer than normal, and as I balanced the cushion on top of the wooden seat, I asked. "Why are they so close?" "The other students had wanted to draw some detailed close-ups, and since they're paying for it, it seemed only fair." I didn't have to wonder what would be the object of their attention. It was tenting the front of my robe, sticking straight out from between my thighs and rippling the thin cloth with every little movement I made. "They're paying for it?" She nodded. "It'll be credited to your campus account, just like all the other sessions." Who would pay to draw me? I was still turning that over in my mind as I heard excited female voices echo down the hallway. The question was answered as the girls from Ms. Reynolds' Intermediate Drawing class burst through the door. Popularly known as the Gang of Three, they were overcome with waves of giggles as they found their easels, exchanging glances with each other as they also cast sly looks at me. I remembered they'd asked if I did any private modeling (WVC Ch.7: The Intermediate Drawing Class #1), and I guess this was it. They must have been anticipating this private session. It had been a month since I'd posed for that class and I hadn't seen any of them since. I'd forgotten just how large Whitney's breasts were, full melons swaying heavily beneath the loose top she wore. Although the blue-eyed blonde was a bit overweight, she carried it well, her shapely curves seeming to receive all the extra pounds. Her chest moved so freely under the sleeveless blouse, I wasn't sure if she was wearing a bra. Clearly, the tall brunette with the closely clipped hair wasn't. Blair's pert nipples threatened to poke through her thin t-shirt, darkly visible and obviously already erect. Tiny shorts revealed her long legs, tanned and muscular. As she turned and bent over to retrieve a pencil she dropped, I gasped at the sight of the under curve of firm ass cheeks, unmistakably bare beneath the shorts. She was either wearing a minuscule t-back, or she was going commando. The third member of the trio, cute Veronica smiled as she met my gaze before pointedly dropping her blue eyes down below my waist, focusing directly on the twitching tent in my lap. Her tight t-shirt did little to conceal her high rounded breasts, topped with reddish brown nipples dimly visible through the white cotton. I couldn't tell if she wore a bra underneath or not. Like the other girls, the small shorts revealed most of her shapely legs. As the three of them gathered around the easels, each finding her own, Valerie locked the door and then returned to the semi-circle. "Erika's going to review some ground rules before we get started." Collectively, the three girls groaned. From her seat on the edge of the platform, Erika held up a hand for silence. "First, there will be no touching of the model. He is here for you to draw, not to play with. Also, no mention of this session will ever be made to another student. Although Ms. Reynolds knows of our arrangement, no one else does. Any questions?" Whitney raised her hand, not looking at me. "Okay, so we can't touch him. You've set the easels really close to where he's going to posing. Is there a minimum distance that we need to stay back?" Stumped by the question, my trainer hesitated and looked for guidance from Valerie. The curly haired brunette shrugged her shoulders as she assumed her place in the semi-circle, on the end closest to Erika. "I guess not. Go ahead and start. Do you want him standing?" The last question was directed toward Valerie, and the curly haired brunette shrugged. "Sure." Fingering the belt that kept the obscuring robe secure around my waist, I was suddenly struck by feral look in their eyes. "Lose the robe, Bill. We don't have all afternoon." I swallowed and let the thin cotton slide off my shoulders, falling all the way to the floor. Immediately, the Gang of Three focused on the bright blue sheath jutting eagerly from my crotch, trembling as it stretching out toward them, parallel to the ground. Standing between Valerie and Blair, the disappointment on Whitney's rosy cheeked face was unmistakable. "I thought he was going to be nude." Erika smiled. "Be patient. You'll get your money's worth." The busty blonde frowned, eyeing the neon display suit. Across the semi-circle, brown haired Veronica cleared her throat. "He looks really big, even bigger than I remember." As Valerie smoothed the paper on her easel, she observed. "For all the other classes, he wore a black posing pouch, right? Wearing a lighter color, like that blue, that may make him look bigger." Looking skeptical, the cute brunette started her sketch as Blair grinned, gazing down at my twitching sheath. "I think it's kind of cute, having his dick wrapped up like a birthday present, a gaily decorated package just waiting to be opened." That idea must have appealed to Whitney. She brightened at the comment and bent to her work, joining the others in drawing me as I stood facing them, relaxed with my hands hanging loosely at my sides. From five or six feet away, it was clear they were all sketching my lower torso. With the nylon strap cinched tightly around my cock and balls, I remained fully erect, my hard-on twitching slightly as the time ticked by. After about ten minutes, Veronica stopped and stretched, arching her back and thrusting her rounded breasts out toward me. The sharp points of her rigid nipples pressed against the white cotton, the reddish ovals of her areoles visible through the white material. My stiff cock jerked upward. Shaking her head, she stared down at the shiny display suit. "How does he do that?" From behind me, Erika replied with her own question. "Do what?" "How does he keep his cock hard all the time? Most guys I know can't stay like that for very long." An idea suddenly occurred to her, and she abruptly looked up at my face, but asked Erika. "He is hard, isn't he?" My trainer didn't answer immediately. Her footsteps echoed behind me as she crossed the floor, and when she slid a cool hand around my shoulder, I jumped. She peeked around my chest, gazing down at the brightly colored suit and nodded. WVC Ch. 27: The Private Session "Probably." "So how does he do that? Keep his cock hard for a whole class?" Caressing my shoulder, Erika slid her other hand up my inner thigh, easing my legs farther apart. I could hear the smile in her low voice as she answered, indicating the blue strap that circled my cock and balls, tight against my lower abdomen. "You see this strap?" All three girls nodded, although Whitney took a step closer and bent over, peering between my thighs to get a better look. The movement caused her oversized breasts to sway heavily inside the loose sleeveless blouse. "It keeps the blood trapped in his penis, and helps him maintain an erection." Veronica persisted, watching my hard-on throb and twitch. "So he wore something like that for class?" "I think so." Still rubbing my inner thigh, my trainer looked to Valerie for confirmation. Glancing up from her easel, the curly haired brunette nodded and smiled when she saw Erika teasing me. "Let's have him change position." Agreeing with Veronica's suggestion, Blair flipped her paper over and added. "How about having him turn sideways so we get a profile?" No one objected so Erika withdrew her hands. Shuffling my feet, I turned toward the two brunettes and away from Valerie and Whitney, the protruding sheath swinging back and forth in front of me. When the chesty blonde finally shifted her gaze from my stiff pole to my bare ass, she gasped. "What happened to his butt?" With all the attention being paid to my bulging display suit, I'd completely forgotten about the stripes decorating my backside. Lightly running her fingers across the upper curves of my ass cheeks, Erika replied. "He defied a direct order from someone he was supposed to obey, and this was the result." "Wow! It looks like it really hurt." "Did you give it to him?" The last question came from Whitney. Erika smiled before she answered. "No. Not this time." She didn't elaborate, instead turning toward the platform to retrieve the stool with the cushion on top. As she picked them up and placed them just inside the arc of the semi-circle, her smile grew mischievous. "They want another pose, Bill. So let's give them one." Setting the stool down, she stepped back and nodded toward it. "Stand on the other side of the stool and face the platform. Obediently, I took the few steps to follow her instructions and faced away from the students. "Put both hands on top of the stool and spread your feet apart. Wider!" The position my trainer was having me take exposed more than just my blistered ass. "That's it. Now lean forward and bend over, resting your weight on the stool. Excellent! I want to make sure the students have a really good view." With my feet farther apart than the legs of the stool, I was certain that view included my puckered sphincter. And because my hips were tilted forward, I was pretty sure that my brightly wrapped cock and balls were visible as they hung down between my open thighs. Not a word was spoken. The only sound in the room was the scratching on the paper as the four coeds drew. Leaving me bent over, Erika sauntered over to look at Veronica's work. When she moved out of the corner of my eye, I suspected that she was observing the other students as well. When she reappeared gazing at Valerie's easel many minutes later, I knew I'd guessed right. Coming full circle, she strolled back toward me until she stopped where she began, on the other side of the stool, a knowing sparkle in her deep blue eyes. "I think it's time for one more pose. Stand up, Bill, and assume the position." Following her command, I straightened up and clasped my hands on top of my head. My feet were already spread well apart, so all I had to do was thrust my hips forward. Although my raging erection had begun to wilt, it still protruded out away from my crotch, hovering over the cushion perched on top of the stool. She gazed down at my jutting pole it as she spoke to the students. "You may be impressed with his stamina in class, and have wondered how he can maintain an unmistakably erect penis for so long." I gasped as she casually reached down and curled her hand around the base of the blue sheath. Smiling at me, she began to squeeze and release, squeeze and release, encouraging me to swell in her grip. "With a cock ring or leather strap, staying fully erect is not much of challenge." With her smile growing broader, she halted her rhythmic action and started to unwrap the nylon straps, beginning with the one right below my cockhead. I was certain that the girls on the edges of the semi-circle, Valerie and Veronica, could see exactly what my trainer was doing. "But to keep his penis hard and erect --" She unwound the two remaining straps that circled my thickened shaft, and began working to release the final one, the one that tightly cinched both my cock and balls. "Without any type of genital restraint to help him --" After untangling the last strap, she peeled the clingy material off my swollen balls, rolled it off the heavily veined stalk, and finally uncovered my engorged bulb, dark red and shiny. "Now, that is a much more difficult test." Dropping the jumble of blue straps onto the cushion, she wrapped one hand around the base of the stiffened shaft and started to squeeze and stroke, coaxing me back into a full erection. With the fingers of her other hand, she teased the rounded knob, her feathery touch playing over and around the taut skin, tickling the slit as I continued to swell in her grasp. Nodding her approval, she grinned and suddenly let go. Twitching and quivering with eager excitement, my stiff cock stuck straight out toward her. "Yes, I definitely think he's ready for another pose." Taking me by my shoulders, she turned me around so that I was facing the four girls. With my hands still on top of my head and my erection jutting proudly out from between my thighs, I just stood there and let them look. Whitney gasped as the others stared, eyes wide at the sight of my trembling hard-on.t "Omigod!" "I figured he was pretty big, but not like this." Chuckling, Erika let her fingers slide down my back, caressing my skin. "Yes, he is rather well endowed." They were silent for a moment, watching my erection twitch and quiver. Trailing her soft fingers lower, my trainer cupped my right ass cheek and gently urged me forward, tilting my hips up toward their rapt stares, like I was offering my fully engorged cock up for their inspection. "So are you girls going to draw him? Or are you just going to stand there and stare at his penis?" Still, they didn't move, watching my jutting hard-on tremble. Whitney cleared her throat before she spoke. "Can we move closer?" I didn't see how much closer they could get and still have room for their easels, but Erika gave them the approval. "Sure. However close you need to be. " That was all the girls needed to hear. Immediately, they pulled the tripods within a couple of feet from where I stood, angling the pads of paper so they could crowd around me. In the center, Whitney and Blair faced each other and placed their easels back to back. Valerie had hers right behind the busty blonde while cute Veronica was next to Blair. My rigid cock stuck straight out, pointing between the two in the middle. Once she'd arranged her pad of paper, Whitney paused, staring down at my quivering cock. "Did they whip his dick? He's got some really red marks there too." As she fondled my ass, Erika let her fingers slide down into the valley between my cheeks as she answered. "Uh huh. And he deserved every stroke he got." Taking a quick peek down at my trembling pole, I saw that the raised welts remained red and angry looking. The sound of a pencil scratching paper caused me to glance back up. Valerie had resumed drawing and the other girls soon joined her. The last to pick up her pencil, Blair offered one observation. "I looks like it was pretty painful." I didn't respond and soon, the soft scraping of the pencils was the only sound in the room. When my trainer's fingertips finally found my puckered sphincter, I caught my breath, wondering if she was going to go any farther right there in front of the other students. I didn't have to wait long to find out. Leaning against my back, Erika pressed one rounded breast into my side as she whispered, still teasing my crinkled hole. "Let's see if they notice." With that, she popped one finger into my rectum. I managed to suppress a gasp, but I wasn't able to keep my erection still. It jerked noticeably as she eased her entire finger slowly inside. Whitney stopped sketching and frowned, staring down at my bobbing erection. "I can't draw his dick if it keeps jumping around like that." No one responded until Valerie put down her pencil and took a step forward into the tiny circle. She reached out toward my jerking cock, and then suddenly stopped, leaving her hand to hover in midair as she looking questioningly up at Erika. "I was going to hold him still. Or would that be violating one of the rules." With her finger now firmly buried in my ass, Erika looked over my shoulder at her fellow Club member. "As long as it's you, I guess it's okay." Looking up at me with a twinkle in her green eyes, the curly haired brunette wrapped her hand around the base of my shaft, gripping my cock tightly in her fist. Ever so slowly, my trainer withdrew her finger, my stiff pole pulsing eagerly in Valerie's grasp. As Erika flattened her full breast against my side, watching her friend squeeze my bloated cock. I could feel the sharpness of her erect nipple as it poked my skin. My breathing started to grow shallow as she eased her finger back inside. Tightening her grip, the curly haired brunette glanced up at me again, a sly smile flickering on her lips. I think she knew exactly what Erika was doing. Gradually, my trainer picked up the pace, still managing to conceal her slowly accelerating action from the other girls. They were too busy staring and sketching. After several minutes, Veronica put down her pencil and turned to Valerie. "Wouldn't you like to finish your drawing? I'd be willing to hold him." Valerie raised her eyebrows, looking over my shoulder at Erika. With her finger deep inside my butt, my trainer paused and then shrugged, rubbing her erect nipple across my back as she answered. "Oh, what the hell. Sure." With a twist of her finger, Erika hissed in my ear. "Don't make me regret this." Releasing her grip, Valerie stepped back to return to her easel, leaving my hard-on to twitch and throb enthusiastically in the air. The little brunette approached from the other side and cautiously reached out, carefully wrapping her small hand around the jerking pole. A good two thirds of my shaft extended up beyond her small fist. Lifting my thickened log up so that she was staring down at the top of my rounded cockhead, Veronica commented to no one in particular. "I've wanted to hold his dick ever since the first day he posed in class." She shivered as she squeezed, examining the purplish bulb in her grasp. "It feels even better than I thought it would." Erika wiggled her finger inside of me, grazing the tip of my prostate gland. I couldn't stop a reaction, and my hard-on surged higher in the girl's grip. She gasped. "Oh my! He's got a really lively one." Blair stopped sketching and leaned over, peering at the end of my engorged cockhead. "What did he just do, Ronnie?" "His cock. It jumped in my hand." Whitney had a smirk on her pretty face as she glanced up at me. "Then you're just to going to have to hold him tighter." Her blue eyes wide, Veronica tentatively lifted her other hand and looked past me to my trainer. "Can I use two hands?" I could hear the smile in Erika's voice as she replied. "Sure. Go ahead. He's still learning to control himself." Even with her second hand curled around my shaft, a good portion of the thickly veined stalk stuck out above her double fisted grip. The bright lights glinted off the shiny bulb, the skin stretched tight as Veronica squeezed me. "I must apologize for Bill. He supposed to ignore any stimulus and remain absolutely still when he holds a position." After Erika's apology, the curvy blonde stopped drawing and gave me a long look up and down, lingering between my spread thighs. "He looks very comfortable in that pose. Is it one you guys use in that secret club?" Glancing sideways at Valerie, she continued. "Both of you two are in it, right?" Slowly pulling her finger back out of me, my trainer replied without specifically answering Whitney's questions. "With his hands out of the way on top of his head, and with his feet spread well apart, this particular position forces Bill to remain quite vulnerable. And it allows easy access to his genitals. Wouldn't you agree?" With her blue eyes focused on the portion of my throbbing cock jutting up from her fists, Veronica eagerly concurred, her head bobbing up and down. Blair grinned as she kept sketching, but the blonde leaned sideways, trying to peer around my torso. "What are doing to him?" Again ignoring the question, Erika gently slipped her finger back into my rectum. Whitney's eyes grew wide. "You've got your finger up his butt!" Without missing a beat, my trainer continued to plunge her single digit farther inside until she brushed the tip of my prostate once more. I shivered, feeling my hard-on pulse in the little brunette's tight grasp. "It also allows for easy entry into his ass." I swallowed, feeling an urgency in my balls as Erika gently wiggled her finger, tickling the gland deep inside of me. My rigid cock throbbed again as Veronica exclaimed. "Wow! Look at how wide he's opened up!" So everyone looked. Even Valerie paused and gazed down at the engorged knob the cute brunette held high. The lips of my cockhole had indeed gaped open, the taut skin stretching even more as the slit yawned wide. And as we all watched, a single drop of pearly fluid emerged from the hole and perch precariously on the edge, glistening in the light. "Omigod! Now he's starting to leak!" "Hold him right there. I want to get this." Excitedly, Whiney alternated between leaning over my crotch to study the engorged bulb with the burgeoning dewdrop, and turning back to her paper to sketch furiously. She was so close that I could feel her warm breath wash over the straining end. Behind me, Erika was absolutely still, her single finger buried deep within my ass, the tip just touching the sensitive gland. It only took a minute for the drop to swell and slide off the indented tip, dribbling down the underside of my cockhead, along the swollen shaft until it reached Veronica's top hand. Bending closer, she studied the trembling knob, now deep purple. "Cool." Aided by Erika gently massaging my prostate, the cute brunette squeezing the base of my pulsing shaft produced a second drop of clear fluid, and started whole process all over again. By the time Blair made a few finishing touches on her paper and tossed her pencil into the rack of her easel, the flow out of my cockslit had increased so that I was drooling all over the back of Veronica's hands. The taller brunette stepped from behind her tripod and began to edge into the circle "I'm done, Ronnie. I'll hold him now so you can draw his dick." Grudgingly, Veronica let go, releasing my stiff cock so that it stuck straight out into the middle of the circle, twitching enthusiastically and dripping onto the floor below. As she stepped back behind her easel, Veronica held her hands awkwardly at her sides, like she wanted a towel to wipe them off. When she saw me watching her, she grinned and deliberately licked first one hand, and then the other, extending her pink tongue much farther out of her mouth than she needed, making a show of sliding the tip of all around her fingers. With Erika's teasing finger still buried in my ass, I couldn't stop my jutting hard-on from bouncing eagerly up and down. Turning sideways to slide between the closely packed easels emphasized the thrust of Blair's erect nipples against her thin top. Keeping her brown eyes fastened on my bobbing cock, she sank to the floor at my feet. Reaching up, she curled one hand around the upper part of my shaft, lightly running the pad of her thumb back and forth cross the underside of my trembling knob. "Umm. Very nice." As she wet her lips, she slid her loose grip all the down to the base and squeezed, pressing the back of her hand firmly against my balls, stretching the already taut skin even tighter. As I exhaled, I shivered her strong grasp. Veronica must have spotted my slight quaking as she slid back behind her easel. "Are you cold, Bill?" I really hadn't thought about the room temperature. I'd been paying more to what the girls were doing between my legs. Before I could answer, the cute brunette continued. "I'm not at all. In fact, I feel a little too warm." Watching my face, Veronica whipped her t-shirt up over her head and tossed it aside, revealing that she was wearing a bra, a small white lacy one that did little restrain her upturned mounds. Soft curves of flesh spilled from both sides of the narrow triangles while large reddish brown nipples poked excited and firmly erect through the thin nylon. She arched her back, thrusting her firm breasts out toward me and in response, my cock lurched in Blair's grip. "Oh, wow! His dick just jumped in my hand." Breaking her gaze from the shiny cockhead she held, the kneeling girl glanced up at her friend. "Ronnie, I think likes you." The three girls still at their easels continued to draw, but spent more time studying my throbbing hard-on than sketching. Ever so slowly, Erika began to wiggle her fingertip to caress my prostate. More drops of clear liquid emerged from my gaping cockslit, oozing over the straining bulb, trickling along the underside of my thick shaft and coated the back of Blair's fist. With her eyes fixated on the end of my drooling bulb, she commented. "Now he's leaking even more. I think he really likes you." Not to be outdone, Whitney slammed down her pencil and stripped off her own t-shirt, the oversized breasts jiggling inside the tiny triangles of her bra. The narrow slivers of white lace struggled to contain the heavy globes, crowned with bright pink nipples, the round areoles more than two inches across. Crinkling the shimmering cloth, they were quite obviously very aroused. Almost defiantly, she pulled her shoulders back so that her large mounds jutted out toward me, her blue eyes boring into mine as she asked. "So, does he like me too?" Not trusting my voice, I nodded, although no one but the chesty blonde was looking at my face. As my trainer kept teasing my prostate, the steady stream of lubricating fluid flowing out of my cockhole answered for me. Blair giggled as she tightened her grip around the base of my shaft. "Boy, does he ever! He's leaking like a river now." Satisfied with her effect on me, Whitney picked up her pencil and resumed sketching. In silence that followed, the short haired brunette began to squeeze, almost imperceptibly at first, growing bolder as the juice kept bubbling out of the gaping slit and dribbling onto her fists. Gradually, the squeezes gradually grew larger until she was openly jacking me off, pausing to smear the clear fluid up and down my slick pole before she resumed milking my seeping hard-on. Smick, smick, smick -- the familiar sound echoed off the walls as Erika watched over my shoulder, her single finger still deep in my ass. My breathing became shallow and ragged as Blair kept pumping my drooling cock. Finally, Valerie dropped her pencil in the rack and spoke up. WVC Ch. 27: The Private Session "I think that's enough. Don't you, Erika?" Behind me, the shapely brunette seemed to shake out of her reverie. "You're absolutely right, Val. We don't want Bill to have an accident. We can't afford it." Abruptly, she yanked her finger out of me, leaving my sphincter wide open. I gasped as the rush of cool air flooded my rectum. "My turn now." Blonde Whitney was eager to take her friend's place, edging into the tiny circle even before Blair had let me go. Nodding in somewhat reluctant agreement, the brunette released her grip and stood up. After glancing at her two bra clad classmates, she looked back down at my dripping cock, the wet bulb twitching uncontrollably. "It is a little warm in here." With that, she yanked her t-shirt off as well. She wore nothing underneath, and I gawked at the pair of dusky breasts that sprang free. Although nowhere near as full chested as her two friends, they filled her slim torso, and were topped with amazingly long nipples. Dark brown and wildly erect, they must have been close to an inch long. Bobbing up and down, my stiff cock showed approval at the sight of those surprising buds. Seizing her opportunity, Whitney stepped right up to me and grabbed the protruding pole, wrapping her hand around the base of my throbbing shaft, her small fist barely reaching around the swollen thickness. Looking down at the engorged knob, now deep purple and nearly bursting, she smiled. "His dick feels even better than it looks." Without any pretense, she started to pump up and down, furiously jacking me off. Stepping around me, Erika seized the other girl's wrist and stopped her. "The same rules apply to you, Whitney. You just want to keep his penis hard so the others can draw it." Grudgingly, the busty blonde agreed, nodding but with a surly undertone. "Okay. But another time --" I wasn't sure if that was a promise, a request or a threat, as Valerie suggested to her. "Why don't you kneel on the floor like Blair and just hold him still? We'll see about another time." "Okay." Sounding more agreeable this time, she dropped to her knees while still gripping my hard-on. With a glint in her blue eyes, she lifted her round face to meet my gaze as she slid her fist down to the base of my stalk. A sly smile flitted across her lips as she began to squeeze, keeping her rhythmic action small enough to escape detection by either Valerie or Erika. Staring up at me, she stuck out the tip of her tongue and licked her lips, sending me an obvious invitation After a few minutes, Valerie flipped her paper over and stretched. Cocking her head, she looked at me and made another suggestion. "Why don't we have him sit for a while? One last pose?" Behind me, my trainer retrieved the high stool, the sound of the legs of the backless chair scuffing the floor as she pulled it into position. Valerie continued with her instructions. "Bill, the stool is right behind you. Lean back and sit on the edge. Use your hands if you need to." Unclasping my hands from on top of my head, I reached behind my hips, found the soft cushion and carefully sat down. Unwilling to let go, Whitney kept her fist tight around my hard-on, scooting forward on her knees as I edged backward. "Good. Now lean back on your hands. A little farther." I was leaning so far back that I felt like I was nearly horizontal. "Excellent! Now spread your thighs apart so Whitney can get closer." As I followed her instructions and opened my legs wide, the kneeling blonde eagerly inched forward, her pretty face looming only inches above my quivering cock, fully engorged and jutting upright from her gripping hand. I could feel her hot breath on my cockhead, the skin stretched taut across the bulb. Without lifting her blue eyes from the swollen knob, Whitney asked. "Can I use both hands? I want to make sure that he doesn't squirm." Valerie shrugged her shoulders, causing her rounded breasts to sway beneath the dark green polo shirt. "Sure." As the eager blonde curled her second hand around my bloated shaft, Valerie tugged her tripod farther to the side, nodding to Blair as she did so. "Whitney's head in the way, so you may need to move your easel to get a better view." The tall brunette agreed and pulled her own stand so that it was next to Valerie's. Opposite the two of them, Veronica slid hers across the floor until all three remaining students had a profile view of my upright cock, angling their tripods so they could see me and sketch at the same time. Unable to suppress her enthusiasm, Whitney started squeezing again, small pulses that were unlikely to be noticed by anyone but me. As the girls began drawing once more, the chesty blonde glanced up at me and winked. Her squeezes grew larger and more pronounced until finally they developed into short, sharp strokes. Valerie paused, and warned the blonde. "Go easy on him, Whitney." Pouting, she angled my stiffened cock so she could peer down into the yawning slit. "I want his dick to start leaking again." With a knowing glance at my trainer behind me, Valerie nodded as she put her pencil back to paper. "Okay. Erika, can you help him out?" Appearing at my right side and kneeling on the floor, Erika let her fingers trail along the underside of my leg until she reached just below the curve of my ass cheek. Her already low voice was even deeper in pitch as she massaged me, her fingertips working close to my balls hanging down just over the edge of the cushion. "Slide a little lower so I can reach underneath you." Nodding, I eased my hips farther off the stool so that most of my weight now rested on my hands and my ass was suspended in midair. Moving swiftly, Erika stretched her hand up between my spread legs, slipping her fingers into the valley between my buttocks. When she found my puckered hole, she tapped it lightly, waiting for me to relax as she spoke to the captivated blonde. "Watch." Whitney didn't need any encouragement. Her blue were still focused on the crevice gaping wide at the straining tip of my cockhead. As my trainer plunged her finger back into my rectum, I grunted. She was rougher this time, reaching deep into my ass to find my prostate, rubbing the swollen gland. Immediately, what had been a dry hole of the end of my hard-on filled with clear fluid, sparkling in the bright light. Halting her doubled fisted pumping, the busty blonde pointed my rigid cock up toward the ceiling so that the drops of lubricating juice remained perched on the lip of my open cockslit. "That's cool. And your finger up his butt is causing his dick to leak like this?" "Uh huh.' Mischievously, Erika wiggled her the tip of her finger against my prostate, triggering another swelling of liquid up and out of my hole. Dribbling down the underside of my bulb, it ran along the length of my stalk until it coated the back of Whitney's top hand. "Wow! That was quick!" Releasing the hand shiny with my juice, she lifted it to her mouth and licked it clean. As her pink tongue snaked out from between her lips, she raised her blue eyes up to meet mine, running the flexible tip all around her the back of her hand. Smacking her lips softly, she smiled. "Umm. That is really tasty. It's surprisingly sweet." As more fluid bubbled up out of the gaping slit, Whitney reacted quickly. Wrapping her second hand back around my shaft, she ducked her head and extended her tongue again, flicking the end of my dripping knob. I caught my breath, waiting to see if either Valerie or my trainer objected to this stretching of the rules. But no one said a word. Valerie continued sketching while Erika slowly rotated her finger back and forth, causing my stiff pole to throb in the kneeling girl's grip. Taking advantage of the lack of protest, Whitney opened her mouth wide and swallowed my entire cockhead. "Hey! I'm not sure that's a good idea." Looking alarmed, Valerie stopped drawing, her pencil poised in midair, but my trainer still said nothing, easing her finger out of my rectum. I thought she was going to call a halt to the posing session, but instead Erika plunged two fingers back inside, twisting and turning them both as she re-entered me. Gasping at the sudden intrusion, I involuntarily thrust my oozing hard-on farther between Whitney's lips. She choked, spitting my dripping bulb out of her mouth as she tried to catch her breath. With both fists still gripping my rigid pole, she coughed and sputtered as Valerie started to smile. With the other members of the Gang of Three giggling, Erika continued to worm her fingers in and out of my ass, causing the steady flow of liquid to accelerate until it was streaming out of my cockhole and dripping onto the floor. "Bit off more than you could chew, didn't you?" The busty blonde didn't answer. She was still gasping for air. Abruptly, my trainer yanked her hand out of my butt and slapped my right cheek, the sharp sound echoing off the walls of the studio. "That's probably enough anyway." Leaning against me so her marvelous breasts pressed into my back, Erika gazed over my shoulder at the puddle that had collected on the floor. In my ear, she whispered. "You were pretty close, weren't you?" "Yes Ma'am." By this time, Whitney had regained her composure and leaned forward, sliding her lips over the rounded end of my shiny bulb. As she started to suck, she used both fists, stroking me into her mouth. Learning from her previous attempt, she kept my drooling cockhead barely between her lips, nursing on the open slit as she milked me into her slurping mouth. "Hey!" Shocked, Valerie called out as the blonde jacked my hard-on, furiously trying to draw out more fluid. Even without Erika's help, my cock obliged, the flow of clear liquid out of my cockhole turning into a steady stream under Whitney's energetic pumping. I could feel a familiar churning in my balls, and my breath became short and shallow. Still, no one made a move to stop the kneeling blonde. Panting now, I started to thrust against her manic strokes, trying to plunge deeper into her mouth, but her double fisted grip kept my swollen cock from choking her again. I couldn't believe that the two Club members were going to stand by and let me cum in her mouth. When I began to grunt, I heard my trainer speak over my shoulder to Valerie. "Think that's enough?" "Uh, yeah." As she answered, Valerie sprang into action, darting out from behind her easel to seize Whitney's shoulders and trying to pull her away from me. Grabbing my hips, Erika kicked the stool aside and jerked me backwards, yanking my dripping cock out of the blonde's sucking mouth. The other two girls just stood there, dumbfounded, watching. Stumbling back toward the platform, I tried to regain my balance with my wet hard-on swinging wildly back and forth, slinging drops of saliva and lubricating fluid all over the floor. Peering around my torso, Erika anxiously studied my rigid cock as it gradually came to a throbbing twitching halt. I stood still and let her look, instinctively sliding my hands back up on top of head, breathing heavily. Finally, my trainer heaved a big sigh and straightened up. She had a wry look as she patted my stomach, just above my trembling cock. "Good boy. For a minute, I was afraid you were too far gone." Whitney remained on her knees, her chin glistening with the fluid I'd left there, disappointment obvious on her pretty face. Grinning down at her, Valerie helped her to her feet as the blonde's heavy breasts swung inside the flimsy bra cups, threatening to escape the tiny triangles. With her jaw firmly set, she glared down at my twitching hard-on as it pointed directly at her. "I really wanted to taste cum. Is it as sweet as his other juice?" She didn't raise her gaze as she asked the question. The two Club members exchanged glances before Erika replied. "Yes." With her hands on Whitney's shoulders, Valerie gently guided the blonde back to her easel. After retrieving her discarded shirt, the full bodied blonde looked doubtful as Erika continued. "You'll get your chance, Whitney. I promise." "I'll hold you to that." Lifting the stool back up onto the platform, Erika spoke over shoulder. "That's all for today girls. Be sure and put those drawings away so no one else will see them." As she rejoined the circle, no one moved. In the silence, all of the art students were watched my hard-on jerk and quiver, jutting straight out in front of me, still leaking fluid. A long silvery strand hung from the tip of the engorged cockhead, swinging back and forth as it grew longer and longer before finally dropping to the floor below. "It's a shame to leave him all excited like this." From behind her easel, Veronica was studying my trembling cock as she slowly began to put away her materials. Erika was clear in her reply. "He's used to it. Not being able to ejaculate is part of his training." Raising her deep blue eyes to meet mine, she smiled. "And he's getting pretty good at it." Pulling on her t-shirt, Blair covered up her stiff nipples, but couldn't hide her excitement as they poked eagerly through the thin cloth. "Still, it must be uncomfortable for him to keep his cum bottled up in his balls all the time." Valerie swept her paper pad off her easel and folded the tripod. "Oh, he does get to empty them. Every so often. But only when he's given permission." "And today wasn't one of those times. You can get dressed now, Bill." Those words from Erika were the first anyone had spoken directly to me in quite a while. With my shiny hard-on swaying heavily back and forth, I retrieved my clothes. As I stuffed my raging erection back into my shorts, the girls stopped putting away their paper and stands and watched. Carefully, I arranged my swollen cock inside and carefully zipped up. Heaving a sigh, Veronica pulled her top back on before she spoke. "I'd really like to play with him another time." Valerie finished restoring the room to its original order as Erika responded. "I think that can be arranged. Are any of you girls in Ms. Redmond's photography class?" Surprised at the question, both Blair and Veronica nodded as Whitney answered. She still hadn't retrieved her top, and I eyed her oversized breasts as they bulged from the sides of her skimpy bra cups. "Yes. We all are. Why?" Erika just grinned. "You'll see." Does she always know everything before me?