WVC Ch. 11: The Pool Workout #1

When they finished, they lingered at my side, staring down at my quivering cock while I remained with my legs well apart. I noticed Coach Turner's towel had started to slip, revealing the pinkish brown edge of both of her nipples.

"His skin looks a little dry. Why don't you two put some moisturizing lotion on him?"

The two girls immediately went to the Coach's locker and retrieved two containers of lotion. Since they knew right where it was, I guess they spent a lot of time here in her office coach. The beautiful brunette knelt by my right side and Lydia took my left. Pouring a small amount into the palms of their hands, they began smoothing it onto my skin.

Starting at my ankles, they worked their way up my spread legs. Moving slowly, deliberately, they smoothed the creamy liquid on my calves and up my legs, paying particular attention to my inner thighs. As they worked, the backs of their hands repeatedly brushing against my hanging balls, and my cock jerked higher, straining upward against gravity but never quite rising above horizontal. The curly haired coach smiled, observing my response.

"Girls, you're doing a good job. I think his dick is getting bigger."

As it pulsed right at eye level, both Lydia and Erika turned to examine my trembling erection, grinning. I could feel their warm breath wash across the bloated knob as they gave it a thorough visual exam. I was hoping for more, but instead they ignored it and stood up. The stunning brunette moved out of sight behind me to rub the cream across my shoulders and down my back while the Lydia spread it over my abdomen and onto my chest. She seemed to delight in tweaking my nipples, and I winced under her strong fingers.

I felt Erika's hands slide lower and start to work on my ass cheeks, gently at first as the attractive black girl knelt in front me, intent on pouring more lotion onto her hand. She was so close to my crotch that the tip of my quivering hard-on nearly hit her broad nose.

As she began to slide her slick hands up the front of my thighs and across my lower abdomen, studiously avoiding my jutting cock, Erika worked with increasing enthusiasm until she was rotating my ass cheeks vigorously, pulling them wide apart with each pass of her hands. When she dipped her fingers into the valley between, skimming my puckered asshole, I involuntarily jerked forward, causing my swollen cockhead to graze Lydia's cheek.

Quickly, the kneeling girl reached up and captured my thickened stalk, grasping it just below the purplish bulb and squeezing firmly. She studied the end for a moment, and then glanced up at me and smiled.

"Go easy, Lydia."

Still holding my gaze, she nodded.

"Yes Ma'am."

Dropping her black eyes back to my engorged bulb, she started to work the creamy liquid onto my cock and balls. Once she had covered them thoroughly, she cradled my tightly bound balls in the palm of one hand, rolling them carefully. The other she wrapped around the base of my shaft and slowly began to post up and down, up and down.

From my vantage point, I could see down the front of her suit, into the shallow valley between her breasts. The sharp points of her erect nipples poked against the yellow nylon. Behind me, Erika seemed to delight in mashing my ass cheeks firmly together, pulling them far apart as she kneaded my muscles as Coach Turner hovered, watching the girls amuse themselves with me.

"Remember, he's not allowed to cum. So as much as you like playing with him, you're going to have to stop soon."

"Mmmm, that's too bad. Let's see how close we can get this big penis to exploding."

I grunted as the brunette slid one fingertip across my sphincter, pressing my puckered hole and causing me to lurch forward in Lydia's grasp. Tightening her grip, she continued to post up and down my quivering stalk. And as her rhythm picked up, I matched her pace, shoving my hips back and forth so I was driving my cock deeper into her fist with each thrust. Leaning forward, she stared right at the tip of my cockhead as I pumped it toward her attractive face.

"Look, Coach! It's starting leak!"

As the tall blonde leaned over to get a better view of my seeping hole, her towel fell away from her chest, giving me a quick glimpse of the pinkish brown nipples that perched atop her full breasts. Catching the towel before it fell completely away, she stood up and smiled at me, making little effort to cover her nude body.

The way she clutched the towel, holding it loosely to her chest, it concealed only very center of her pubic mound and the interior curves of her breasts, leaving her proud nipples to pulse eagerly under my gaze. My cock surged again in Lydia's clenched hand as I dropped my eyes to the blonde's lower abdomen. Coach Turner didn't appear to have any visible tan lines. And she kept her pussy completely bare.

Smick --- a familiar sound echoed off the walls as Lydia kept pumping my now dripping cock. Erika had been teasing my sphincter, holding my ass cheeks apart with one hand while slipping the forefinger of her other in and out of my puckered opening. I caught my breath as she carefully inserted it deeper, reaching far into my rectum. Twisting and turning it slowly, she stretched me wide. I gasped as it felt her slide another digit up my butt, and my drooling cock jumped in Lydia's fist.

"Wow! Look at the juice coming out of his penis!"

Smick, smick -- my cockslit had gaped open and the clear fluid was bubbling out, spilling all over the black girl's hand and lubricating her grip. To get another close look at my oozing hole, Coach Turner leaned over again, still holding the ineffective towel to her chest. As the bottom edge swung away from her lower torso, it left her sleek pussy totally open to my gaze. Her rounded lips glistened with moisture.

"Yes, that's a sign that he's close to ejaculation."

Smick, smick, smick --- the slippery liquid let Lydia pick up the pace, jacking my slick hard-on with increasing abandon. Panting heavily, I started to thrust against her pounding fist, edging closer to a huge climax. Behind me, the brunette started to ease a third finger into my rectum, and I jerked forward, driving my bloated cock deeper into the kneeling girl's grip.

"That's enough, girls. Time to stop."

Immediately, Erika yanked her fingers out of my ass and Lydia released her grasp of my throbbing cock. She continued to cradle my balls for a moment longer, watching in fascination as I wildly humped the air before me, trying desperately to find some resistance. Since I was aiming at her face, she let go of me entirely and sat back on her heels to avoid being speared by my wildly gyrating cock, an amused expression on her face as she studied my shiny knob, drops of lubricating fluid flying from the tip through the air.

Frustrated beyond belief, I kept pumping my hips as the gorgeous brunette came around me to watch. She too was smiling.

"Wow! He really was close!"

I realized that it was I wasn't going to get any help, and I started to take my hands off the top of my head. I'm not sure what I intended to do, but Coach Turner's sharp rebuke stopped me cold.

"Did I say you could move your hands?"

Even with her stunning body on full display, she still carried an air of authority and I snapped them back on my head.

"No Ma'am."

Silently, the three woman watched my swollen cock jerk and quiver as it jutted out from between my thighs. The moment had passed, and it started to lose the ferocious intensity it had approaching an orgasm. Erika stood next to Lydia as she knelt on the floor, and I was surprised to see the black girl slide her hand along the inside of her friend's sleek leg. As they both stared at my twitching cock, the brunette shifted her weight, allowing Lydia easier access to her inner thigh.

Still clutching the pointless towel, Coach picked up my clothes and tossed them to me, her bare breasts swinging freely with her movement, the pinkish brown nipples puckered and firmly erect.

"Time for you to get dressed, Bill."

She hadn't told me to remove the black rubber ring, so I left it on, making it that much more difficult to shove my rigid cock into my pants. As I pulled on my shirt, Lydia rose gracefully to her feet, a sly smile on her face.

"Be careful on the way back to your dorm."

Slipping my feet into my loafers, I looked at her puzzled.

"Why?"

Holding my gaze, she reached down and cupped the bulging crotch of my pants. I caught my breath.

"We don't want you to have an accident."

Erika giggled, and I nodded. With a last squeeze, the black girl released her grip and unlocked the door to let me out. I mumbled my good-bye and turned to leave, catching sight of Coach Turner dropping her towel to the floor while the stunning brunette started to peel the black swimsuit off her broad shoulders.

I heard Lydia lock the door behind me. I knew when I wasn't wanted.

Back at my dorm, I tried to get some studying done. I was only partly successful. I kept seeing Erika slide the straps of her swimsuit off her shoulders, her eyes shining as she gazed at Coach.

The Massage

Later that night, a note arrived from the Phys Ed Department, signed by Coach Turner.

"Bill, I enjoyed getting to know you better this afternoon. I hope we'll be able to continue to work together and improve your swimming technique, as well as expanding the boundaries of your physical strength and stamina. I've arranged for you to have a massage by my good friend, Louse Grigsby.

I hope you're not superstitious since I've scheduled you to meet us at my office in the gym on tomorrow night, Friday the 13th at 8 PM. Wear loose fitting clothes. Take your blue pills again tonight and tomorrow, so that you will have taken a total of three by the time of your appointment. You are not to ejaculate during the massage."

That last line took me by surprise, even though by now, I shouldn't be surprised by anything. I managed to fall asleep late that night, much later than I would have liked.

Classes went smoothly that day, and I pulled on a pair of gym shorts and a loose T-shirt for my appointment. Promptly at 8 PM, I walked through the empty pool area and knocked on Coach Turner's door.

"Come in."

I entered to find an attractive brunette chatting with Coach, wearing a thin white robe and fluffy slippers. The tall blonde was also dressed quite casually, her robe loosely belted, exposing flashes of tanned skin as she introduced us.

Louise Grigsby was much shorter than the coach, maybe only 5-4, her long dark hair pulled back into a ponytail to reveal an open, attractive face. She had dark brown eyes, closely set together and a narrow face that broke into a warm smile when she saw me.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Bill. I've heard so much about you."

Her enigmatic smile didn't tell me much, and Coach avoided my eyes she brushed past me to lock the door. Inside the robe, her full breasts wobbled invitingly and I wondered she was nude beneath the thin covering. Certainly the points of her stiff nipples were evident. My cock felt thick and heavy inside the loose shorts. Maybe I should have worn a pair of briefs under them. I cleared my throat.

"I'm grateful that Coach Turner has arranged for you to give me a massage, Ms. Grigsby.'

"Please, call me 'Louise.' Ms. Grigsby is my mother."

"Yes Ma'am, -- uh, Louise. She said that I'm carrying a lot of tension in my shoulders."

"Let me see just how tense you are."

As she crossed the small room, I tried to not to stare at the way her breasts swayed under the robe. Although her chest wasn't as substantial as the coach's, she wasn't small either, and the imprint of her spiky nipples through the thin cotton was unmistakable. My cock started to lengthen and fill, pressing out against the gray shorts I wore.

Smiling, she turned me around and began working my neck and shoulders. Immediately, I knew I was in the hands of an expert.

"Hmmm. You're right, Anita. He's carrying way too much tension in the upper part of his body."

The lights were dimmed as she spun me back around to face her. Over her shoulder, I saw that Coach had opened a door to a side room that I didn't even existed. As Ms. Grigsby steered me toward doorway, I saw a small table covered with a sheet in the middle. The curly haired blonde was lighting scented candles that ringed the tiny space.

"Time to get started, Bill. Take off your clothes and lie face down on the table."

Obediently, I shuffled to the room, trying to cover the waggling protrusion in my shorts as I walked. They either didn't notice, or they were being polite as they ignored my awkward movement. When I hesitated, Louise looked at me, puzzled.

"I thought you were comfortable being nude?"

Finished lighting the dozen or so candles, the blonde stood at the far end of the table, smiling broadly at me.

"I think he's just a little shy. Take off your clothes, Bill."

Her voice had an edge, and I followed her order immediately, yanking my t-shirt up over my head. Coach Turner came around the table to take it from me and stood waiting for me for me to discard my gym shorts. I took a deep breath and bent over, pulling them down to the floor. As I straightened up and handed them to her, her blue eyes immediately focused on the lengthy pole hanging between my legs.

The slim brunette gazed down between my thighs as well, watching my slightly thickened cock twitch.

"You were right, Anita. He does have a big one."

Patting the table, Louise kept staring as my cock started to lengthen and swell.

"Up."

Before it could stretch out away from my legs, I climbed up onto the table, feeling it swing heavily back and forth.

"Face down first."

Kneeling on the sheet that covered the surface, I stared down at the center. There was a narrow crevice right in the middle where the loose sheet had been pushed in. Suddenly, I realized it was there so my genitals wouldn't be smashed under me on the table.

As I cupped my cock and balls to guide them into the hole, Louise unbelted her robe and let it slide off her shoulders. Slowly easing myself down onto the table, I turned my head so I could check out her trim figure.

The tiny string bikini she wore hid very little. Her rounded breasts covered her slim chest, spilling from both sides of the narrow triangles of her bra. Pale pink, the gauzy material stretched taut as it struggled to contain them. Crowned with amazing nipples, dark brown ovals that must be at least an inch long, her breasts were exquisite. My cock continued to expand, filling the cleft in the tabletop.

Turning to face me, the masseuse spread her legs apart and rested her hands on her hips. The white lace panel of the miniscule panties was sheer, showing me that she was shaved bare. The dark slit of her pussy lips was totally visible, and I could even see the soft curve where they disappeared between her open thighs.

"That's enough looking."

As the brunette stepped to the foot of the table and began to squeeze lotion into the palm of her hand, Coach Turner gathered up my clothes as well as Louise's robe.

"I'll be in the other room if you need me."

The door closed, and in the silence that followed, I heard the faint sound of waves breaking against a beach. It was coming from the small stereo that was on a shelf with a row of flickering candles.

"Breathe deeply and just relax. Let go of all the stress and tightness in your body."

I closed my eyes as she began working on my calves. She was good, really good and I could my legs muscles immediately begin to loosen. Following a steady rhythm, she massaged the backs of my legs, up and down, back and forth.

Gradually, I did begin to relax, letting her expert hands wring the tension out of me. She worked with a steady pace, firmly, relentlessly, moving up my legs, easing them apart as she massaged the inside of my thighs. I tensed slightly as the backs of her hands brushed the underside of my balls, but she didn't even seem to notice.

"Let me know if it gets too warm or too cold."

"Okay."

Once she'd finished with my upper thighs, I assumed she'd start on my bare ass, but she moved to the head of the table to work on my head and shoulders instead. Again, she was the model of efficiency, firmly kneading my back, my arms, my shoulders and my neck, especially my neck. Working the kinks out of my neck and shoulders took a long time. What surprised me was how my cock relaxed too. I would have thought that having this attractive woman giving me a nude massage would have the opposite effect.

Her magic fingers worked lower, down my back, stopping just above my butt. I was surprised when she climbed up on the table with me, straddling my upper back as she massaged my tight lower back muscles and the upper part of my buttocks. I could feel the heat from between her thighs as she sat lightly on top of me.

"You have a marvelous body, Bill. But you are very tight, especially in your neck and shoulders, and here, in your lower back. Are your hips just as tight, too?"

"I don't know."

Her fingers were dipping lower, sliding to work the upper curves of my ass. She kept moving lower, her insistent fingers focusing on the rounded muscles, squeezing and kneading, palming them so she press them together and pull them wide apart. Beneath me, I could feel my cock beginning to swell from all the pressure she was exerting on my ass.

It seemed to me that she spent even more time on my butt than she did on my neck and shoulders. Finally, she stopped and gave me a playful swat on my ass.

"Time to do the front. Turn over."

Sliding off the end of the table, she squished more lotion into her palm as she waited for me to follow her instruction. I rolled over and even in the shimmering light, I could see her eyes center on my crotch. Despite my effort to move slowly, my thickened cock slapped loudly against my thigh as I lay on my back. At least it seemed loud to me in the quiet of the room.

Once I had settled, she followed the same pattern, starting on my lower legs and working her way up, sliding them apart as she worked on my inner thighs, the backs of her hands brushing the underside of my balls. I kept my eyes closed, but I knew she was watching my cock gradually swell. By the time she came around to work on my neck and shoulders, I could feel it twitch and quiver as it rose up off my lower abdomen.

As she massaged my shoulders this time, I peeked. Hovering over me as she worked lower down my chest, I opened my eyes ever so slightly, getting an eyeful of her nicely rounded breasts, swaying enticingly just above my face, topped with those remarkable nipples, pressing adamantly against her thin bra.

Leaning farther over me, she brushed those firmly erect nipples across my face as she massaged my upper abdominals. That was all it took for my cock to leap to a full erection, jerking emphatically up toward the ceiling. Abruptly, she stopped and I clamped my eyes shut, feeling my hard cock pulsing eagerly in the air.

She was silent, resting her hands on my chest and leaving me to throb urgently. After a long pause, she lifted her hands from my chest so she could rearrange my arms, setting them so that they were well apart from my sides.

Mounting the table, she knelt on either side of me, straddling my chest with her shapely ass toward my face as she resumed her massage, moving ever closer to my bloated pole. Moving slowly, her touch lighter now, she circled lower until her fingers brushed the top edge of my smooth pubic mound.

I caught a whiff of her arousal, and when I cracked open my eyes, I was greeted with the sight of a large damp spot in the crotch of her tiny panties. They were so wet that I could clearly see the dark cleft of her pussy lips, the shiny surfaces glistening with her moisture. I couldn't help the immediate reaction, an involuntary jerk of my cock, bouncing energetically off my stomach. Louise caught her breath and paused, her hands resting on my lower abdomen, just inches from the raging erection that quivered in the air.