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?