WVC Ch. 19: The Pool Party

My blush felt like it was now covering my entire upper body. Tossing her long black hair over her shoulder, the very pretty girl smiled as she glanced down at the twitching bulge jutting out toward her in the loose suit. I don't think my stiff cock could get any harder.

Melissa leaned against me, pressing her full breasts into my shoulder, lightly raking her fingernails up and down the full length of my back, stopping just above my exposed butt, letting the dark haired girl get a good look at my twitching pouch. My trainer cleared her throat.

"Introduce your last friend, Melissa, and then we can all go outside."

Reluctantly, Savannah released my hand as the teenaged hostess guided me to a tall brunette with glasses. Shyly, she glanced up at me as we shook hands. Unlike the other girls, this one seemed slightly embarrassed.

"And this is Heather."

"I'm glad to meet you, Miss Heather."

A mass of light brown curls tumbled over her broad shoulders, obscuring the black strings of her bikini top that snaked behind her neck. Her suit was more modest than any of the others, almost demure as it hid her rounded curves. Tall and tanned, she had long shapely legs and large breasts that rode high and proud on her chest. Aside from Erika and our blonde hostess, she had the best body in the group.

"And I'm very pleased to meet you, Bill.

Behind the glasses, she timidly lowered her hazel eyes down toward my swollen crotch, and then immediately glanced away, almost as if she were surprised by my quivering erection.

"Melissa's talked about you for weeks."

"Oh."

I could feel the flush spreading across my shoulders. As the blonde kept stroking my lower back from my left side, Erika joined her, stepping up close on my right, pressing her full globes into my side and resting her hand on my shoulder.

"Heather's on the high school swim team, Bill. And I understand that she's quite good."

Turning back to the curly haired brunette, my trainer let her fingertips trail down my back, lightly caressing the skin as she slid lower. I caught my breath as her hand reached my bare butt, gently palming the rounded muscle.

"Bill swam competitively in high school, too. Maybe you two can race each other."

Looking directly at me, the brunette coed grinned as she squeezed my ass cheek. And then Erika glanced behind my back to the tall blonde stroking my lower back.

"Go ahead, Melissa. Feel his butt, if you like. You're the hostess."

After a momentary hesitation, the shapely blonde grabbed my other cheek and squeezed, tentatively at first, then when growing enthusiasm. The force of her massage caused me to lurch forward, shoving my hips toward the curly haired brunette. Involuntarily, she dropped her hazel eyes back down to the jutting pouch of my suit, watching it bob energetically.

"Since this is your party, and he's the guest of honor, you're entitled to play with him. He's just not allowed to ejaculate."

In front of me, the brunette dropped her jaw as her eyes grew wider, staring through her glasses at my throbbing pole. My trainer glanced over my shoulder, checking out the protruding object of Heather's steady gaze. From her angle, I'm sure she could see past the waistband as it was pulled away from my lower abdomen by the force of my hard-on, and into the open basket. My face felt like it was beet red by now.

"I think Bill needs to cool off. Let's go swimming."

Using her firm grip on my butt to guide me, Erika steered me past the speechless brunette and outside into the bright sunlight. Melissa following her lead, keeping her hand securely fastened to my left ass cheek as we walked out onto the deck, the engorged lump in my pouch sticking out before me, bouncing enthusiastically with each step.

The girls filtered through the glass doors and onto the large paved deck that extended the full length of the large lap pool. Some began to apply suntan lotion while others went straight for the gaily-decorated drinks on the serving table beneath the large awning. After carefully laying her glasses aside and tying her mass of brown curls into a ponytail, Heather dove into the sparkling water, cutting the surface like an expert.

Massaging my ass as she watched the curly haired brunette swim, Erika smiled. After a few moments, she turned to me, kneading my exposed butt.

"She's a very good swimmer, isn't she?"

"Yes Ma'am, she is."

"Think you can beat her?"

I studied her form as she sliced through the clear water. I hadn't been practicing much lately, too many distractions, but I thought I could take her.

"Probably."

Her smile grew wider. Still stroking my ass, she turned to the others.

"Girls! Listen up! I propose a contest. Bill thinks he can outswim Heather. Let's have a what? A ten-lap race?"

That delighted most of the girls, with Paige clapping her hands and Natalie nodding eagerly. I could hear the smile in her voice as the brunette palming my butt continued.

"And to make things interesting, the loser loses more than just the race. He, or she, will also lose his or her swimsuit for the rest of the afternoon."

Even Jocelyn broke into a wide grin at that, but Heather looked alarmed as she clung to the edge of the pool, with the crystal clear water lapping at her shoulders. Leaning close to me, Erika whispered.

"Let her win."

I glanced at her. She was serious. Inside the loose pouch of my suit, my bloated log jerked higher at the thought of losing, knowing that if I did, I'd be totally nude before all of these high school girls. Swallowing, I hesitated, glancing over my left shoulder at Melissa, who was focused on massaging my butt. Our young hostess couldn't hear what Erika said as my trainer murmured into my ear again.

"It will be all right. I won't let things get out of hand, so to speak."

Smirking at her joke, she winked at me and gave my ass a particularly hard squeeze. Taking a deep breath, I nodded.

"Great! Bill's agreed to take the challenge!"

Both girls quickly released my bare butt so I get into the pool. Feeling awkward with my towering erection swinging freely beneath the tiny suit, I knelt down at the edge of the pool and slipped into the water.

Eyes wide, the curly haired brunette leisurely swam over the shallow end where I was waiting. Nervously, I tried to control my breathing as the animated teenagers gathered along the pool, sipping their drinks and chattering excitedly. From their comments, I gathered that they hoped, even expected Heather to win. Erika set the rules.

"Ten laps?"

We both nodded, taking in deep breaths. Erika started the countdown.

"On your mark. Get set. Go!"

And we were off. I jumped out to a small lead, wanting to get a measure of exactly how fast my opponent could swim. She was good, but swimming a lap or two beforehand had taken its toll. On the other hand, carrying an erect cock between my legs slowed me down considerably. She inched ahead on the fifth lap, and I wasn't letting her get ahead. She was that good.

My strength in competition had always been sprints, so a ten lap race was just a bit out of my comfort zone. Heather must be more of a distance swimmer as she began to increase her lead. I made a valiant effort to overcome her but by the ninth lap, she had a sizeable lead and my last minute charge fell short.

Someone must have retrieved her glasses for Heather since she was wearing them when I finally touched the wall. Standing with her balled fists resting on her hips and water streaming off her sleek body, she stood in the shallow end, beaming at me. With her chest heaving from the exertion, I glanced openly at the proud breasts that were thrust out toward me.

Those incredibly full globes strained against her bra cups while the small buttons of her stiff nipples pressed eagerly against the black nylon. Glistening in the bright sunlight, the wet cloth of her modest bikini bottoms clung to her skin, clearly outlining plump pussy lips. Our partisan audience was screaming their approval as I stood up in the thigh high water and shook her hand.

"Congratulations, Miss Heather. You're an excellent swimmer."

"Thanks, but I think I had an advantage."

"You did?"

Smiling shyly, she nodded. Puzzled, l stared back at the tall brunette, wondering what she meant. Color flushed across her face as she deliberately lowered her eyes. Following her bashful gaze down below my waist, I suddenly realized that the thin white nylon of my swimsuit was completely transparent.

Even though my cock was no longer erect, it still jutted out from between my thighs, thick and heavy, pressing the loose pouch out as it pointed down toward the water splashing against my thighs. Along my thickened shaft, the raised veins lining the sides were quite obvious as the sheer cloth clung to every inch of my skin. The large bulb at the end of my stalk was clearly visible, round and deep red in color, and at the very tip, even the dark indentation of my cockhole could be seen. I blushed as Heather continued to stare.

"Yeah. I didn't have to swim with an anchor between my legs."

Everyone was silent as they eyed the front of my dripping swimsuit. Feeling the blush spread down my neck, I hesitated for a moment and then climbed out of the water. As I walked toward the table under the covered part of the deck, all eyes were focused on the swollen pouch of my suit, watching my protruding log sway back and forth with each step.

By the time I reached the shelter, the reddish hue of my embarrassment had expanded to my shoulders. Grinning, Erika tossed me a towel. As I used the fluffy cloth to dry off, I turned away from the persistent stares, trying hide the bulge between my legs. Heather followed me across the deck, grabbing a towel as well.

"So when does he have to pay up and forfeit his swimsuit?"

I wasn't sure who asked, but I was certain that question was on everyone's mind.

"I think that privilege belongs to our hostess. But first, we need to make certain that he doesn't get sunburned. Would anyone like to help protect his skin and apply suntan lotion to him?"

Erika's question brought an immediate clamor as the girls raised their hands and spoke up, eager to smooth the cream onto my bare skin.

"Me!"

"I'll help."

"Me too!"

Chuckling, my trainer unscrewed the cap to a tube of suntan lotion. She had discarded the cover-up, baring her exquisite body clad only the tiny blue bikini. I admired the way her full breasts swayed on her chest, barely contained within the narrow bra cups.

"Calm down, girls. There's more than enough to go around."

From the twinkle in her green eyes, I'm sure she knew exactly what she was saying. Twirling her finger, she gave me my instructions.

"Bill, assume the position."

Obediently, I spread my feet apart and clasped my hands on top of my head. The stunning brunette squirted a liberal dose of cream into the open palms of each high school girl as they all crowded around. The two short brunettes knelt on either side of my parted legs and began to smooth the cool cream on my legs, starting at my ankles and working upward. The higher they moved, the more the pole between my legs grew longer and thicker.

Paige, the adorable blonde with the fine hair, spread the lotion across my chest, pausing to tweak my nipples, lightly pinching them, pulling them out away from my pectoral muscles. Grinning evilly, her pale blue sparkled as she slid her hand lower. After thoroughly covering my abdomen, she continued circle closer to the taut waistband of my suit. As her fingertips brushed the top of my smooth pubic mound, she dropped her gaze to study the progress of my twitching pouch.

Melissa and Savannah shared the duty of spreading the lotion on my back, stroking my shoulders, lightly massaging the middle section and then sliding down to caress my lower back. I caught my breath as they moved lower still, making certain that every inch of my butt was totally saturated with the creamy lotion. When I felt their fingers creep into the valley between my ass cheeks, I shuffled my feet wider apart, allowing them easier access to my puckered hole, and causing my stiffened rod to bob up and down.

Both of the brunettes kneeling on the deck had abandoned any pretext of applying sun lotion to my legs. Their eager faces were only inches from the trembling pouch as they ran their fingers up and down the inside of my legs, stroking my upper thighs as they examined my bulge.

Looking down, I could see that my cock was now fully erect, jutting proudly up from between my thighs, straining the thin suit and pressing the elastic waistband out away from my lower abdomen. Surprisingly, Heather ignored my obvious excitement and delicately applied the lotion to my blushing face, being careful not to get it in my eyes. I watched her full breasts jiggle ever so slightly as she smoothed it across my forehead.

"Your friend Erika told you to lose the race, didn't she?"

"She did, but you won, fair and square, Miss Heather. I didn't have to let you win. You beat me."

"Yeah, right."

The wry smile on her face let me know that she didn't believe me. Glancing down past the other hands stroking my body, she looked directly at my protruding pouch.

"That's okay. This way I get to see all of you."

Following her steady gaze, I realized that she had a straight line of sight into the basket of my suit since the force of my pulsing hard-on had pressed the waistband out away from my lower abdomen. The base of my swollen shaft was clearly visible. Silent for a moment, she watched my stiff rod jerk and twitch as the flush on my face deepened.

"I've never seen one this big."

I couldn't think of anything clever to say, standing there with an enormous bulge in the transparent suit and blushing furiously. My engorged cockhead was nearly purple by now, quivering beneath the sheer nylon. Sliding her hand across my shoulders, Erika took charge.

"Then you're in for a treat, Heather. Okay girls, it's time for him to pay for losing the swim match. Melissa, why don't you go sit on the bench so Bill can stand in front of you?"

Smiling broadly and rubbing her hands together, the tall blonde settled onto the picnic bench and leaned forward, spreading her knees apart and causing her full breasts to sway on her chest, straining against the flimsy bra cups. My trainer guided me toward her, gently disengaging the hands that still lingered on my skin. Nodding, I turned and crossed the deck to reach our hostess, the projecting log in my tiny suit bouncing with each step.

"Bill, assume the position."

Taking a deep breath, I spread my feet, clasped my hands on top of head and shoved my hips out and up, thrusting my quivering hard-on into her eager face.

"Okay, Melissa. Strip off his suit. See if his penis is as big as you remember."

With her blue eyes like saucers and her hands trembling, the seated blonde reached out and hooked her fingers inside the taut elastic. I thought she would pull the flimsy suit all the way down my legs to the wooden deck, but instead, she just pulled it under my balls, causing my engorged cock to jut up higher toward the covering overt the picnic table.

"Omigod!"

"I've never seen such a big dick!"

"And it's so cool that he shaves!"

Melissa watched my hard-on twitch and jerk excitedly for a moment, and then she reached up and slowly, deliberately wrapped one hand around the middle of the broad shaft. I shivered as she just held me, feeling the blood coursing through the thick veins, pulsing in her hand. Then she squeezed me and slid her fist down my throbbing pole all the way down to the base, pausing to squeeze me again as she asked.

"How do you get him to obey you so well?"

Erika grinned and let her fingers trail down my back, pausing to cup my bare ass cheek as she replied.

"He's in training for membership to an exclusive club on campus, a secret society that requires him to submit to me as his trainer."

"Well, he's really well trained. Most boys I know, once they get a hard dick like this - well, not like this, they're nowhere near as big. But once they get excited, they try to stick it in places I either don't want them to, or way before I'm ready."

With her fist still tightly gripping the base of my stalk, she started lightly running her fingers of her other hand up and down the entire length, tracing the veins along the sides, bulging with blood. I shivered again as she stopped to circle that second hand right below the prominent ridge of my cockhead.

"Yes, that's a problem with immature boys. They have no control. I'll show you a way to handle them, and remain in charge of their erections."

My trainer abandoned my back, as she bent over to yank the straps of my flimsy suit off my hips, down my legs and all the way to the deck. Eagerly squeezing my throbbing hard-on, the gorgeous blonde didn't miss a beat as I gingerly stepped out the white straps. Behind me, Erika used both hands as she concentrated on my ass cheeks, massaging them, pushing them together and then pulling them so far apart that I could feel the warm spring air wash over my exposed sphincter.

"Melissa, I think it's time for you to properly introduce Bill to each of your guests."

Without releasing her double fisted grip on my bloated pole, our hostess peered around my torso at the older girl. I could her the grin in her voice as Erika continued.

"Yes, now that you've had the pleasure of playing with Bill's penis, I think you should share him with the others."

Delighted, the girls squealed and clapped their hands, jostling me and crowding around us to be first. Reaching around my waist, my trainer took the Melissa's wrist, first pulling her to her feet, and then to join her behind me. Seizing the initiative, Paige stepped closer and started to run her hands up and down the outside of my bare hip.

"Girls, girls, calm down. And no touching until Melissa says so."

While maintaining her grasp of one ass cheek, Erika firmly removed the pale blonde's errant hand from my body.

"You'll each have your turn to play with him. Jocelyn, why don't you go first?"

She spoke to the short brunette in the orange bikini who'd been sitting on the picnic bench beside her friend, staring raptly as the tall blonde fondled my stiff cock. She started to slide in front of me, but Erika stopped her.

"No, stay there and let him come to you. Bill, present your penis to Jocelyn."

Licking her lips, the busty brunette nodded, not once raising her brown eyes from my jutting pole. Keeping my hands clasped on top of my head, I sidled sideways until I was standing right on front of Jocelyn, sending my raging erection swaying heavily back and forth.

Still examining my swollen log, she spread her knees apart to allow me to get closer. I obliged, shuffling forward until I was standing between her open thighs, pressing my legs against her warm, tawny skin. The orange triangle off her bikini bottom was pulled tight up into her crotch, giving her a distinct camel toe.

"Can I touch it? His cock?"

"Certainly. Play with his penis all you like. Just don't let him ejaculate."

Hesitantly, Jocelyn grasped my trembling hard-on, gently circling the throbbing shaft. She didn't seem to have a lot of experience touching a stiff cock, and seemed hesitant to do more than just hold me. As she leaned forward, the triangles of her bra cups slipped, so that the edges of what appeared to be very large, very brown areoles came into view.

"You won't hurt him, Jocelyn."

Wrapping a second hand around my thickened stalk, she began squeezing, just like she had seen Melissa do. Growing bolder, she pulled me even closer and started to pump my pulsing log, gradually increasing the force and the range of her movement until she was openly jacking me off. Without raising her big eyes from the engorged bulb twitching right in front of her face, she asked.