WVC Ch. 32: The 2nd Pool Workout

As I launched myself backwards, I thrust my hips up out of the water, swiveling with each arm stroke, feeling my cock flop from side to side, bouncing off my thighs and lower abdomen. Reaching the end of the pool, I executed a reasonably smooth flip turn and took off again. They let me finish a good ten or twelve laps before Lydia blocked my way to stop me. By that time, the blood had drained from my erection in order to supply other muscles, leaving me with a still thickened cock that swung loosely between my legs as I swam.

Gently, the muscular black girl assisted me to my feet so that I stood facing my trainer. Erika looked very pleased.

"Very nice, Bill. You have much better form than I remembered."

Dropping her gaze toward where the water obscured my crotch, she asked.

"Lydia, I'm sure he's lost his erection again. Can you help him one more time, please?"

Chuckling, Lydia stepped closer and reached into the water, wrapping both hands firmly around the pole floating up from between my thighs.

"My pleasure. I love playing with him."

Without being told, I assumed the position, resting my hands on top of my head while I shuffled my feet apart. Only then did I notice that there was not one swimmer in the pool. The coeds were either lounging in the water near the edge of the pool, or they were perched on the deck, sitting and watching. No one said a word, and the only sound was the soft splashes Lydia made with her double fisted pumping of my cock. It was obvious that she was openly jacking me off under the water.

"I want him as big and stiff as possible before we leave."

Squeezing and stroking with fierce determination, she worked me back to a full erection. I regained my former hardness much quicker this time, and Lydia commented on it.

"You must be enjoying this. Your penis got erect much faster than before."

I didn't say anything, letting my rigid cock answer for me. Keeping her fist tight around the middle of my swollen shaft, she looked up at Erika.

"I think he's ready."

Nodding, the statuesque brunette motioned me up.

"Come on, Bill. Time for your shower."

Reluctantly, Lydia released her grip so I could take the few steps to the side of the pool. Placing my hands flat on the deck, I pulled myself up out of the water, wincing when the rounded bulb of my cock inadvertently scraped the overhang of the pool. Taking a moment to recover, I rolled over and sat down, hunched over my jutting hard-on.

"Are you all right?"

Looking up into her concerned face, I asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Did you hurt yourself? It looked like you smacked that big head of your penis against the side of the pool."

Silently, I nodded.

"Here. Let me see."

Taking charge, Lydia waded between my legs, pressing my thighs wide apart so she could examine my upright cock. Grudgingly, I slid my hands behind me and leaned back onto the deck, giving her free access to my now fully exposed crotch. Curling both fists around the jerking shaft, she bent over to inspect the bloated knob, twisting and turning while she managed to sneak in a couple of discreet strokes. I could feel her warm breath on my engorged cockhead as she spoke.

"Well, it's definitely red and swollen, and there seems to be an abrasion on the end. Maybe this will help."

Opening her mouth, she took the rounded bulb between her lips and swirled her tongue over and around the end, pausing to force the very tip into my cockslit. I gasped at the intrusion and feeling that we were being watched, I glanced around. All the nearby coeds were spellbound, staring at the black girl nursing on my rigid pole. After a couple of slow strokes, she pulled her head back and looked down.

Before, my exposed cockhead had been wet and shiny from the pool water. Now it glistened with Lydia's saliva. She gave me a single stroke, slow and steady, and grinned up at me.

"Better?"

Murmuring my assent, I felt a blush spread across my face.

"Then let's get you a shower."

Turning to go, Erika motioned me to stand up. I scrambled to my feet with my raging hard-on swinging wildly between my legs. Before starting off back to Coach's office, my trainer gazed down at the swaying pole jutting out toward her, the snug sheath tight around my shaft, the bloated knob bulging out beyond the black spandex, now so engorged that it had turned reddish purple. With the snap fastened behind my balls functioning like a cock ring, the pouch lifted my swollen balls up and out. And the snap just below the ridge of my cockhead worked the same way, growing tighter as my shaft thickened, trapping the blood in my straining bulb.

When I looked up, Erika was smiling at me.

"Looks like you're fully recovered to me. Let's go."

She started to turn and then stopped, a twinkle in her blue eyes.

"Hands on top of your head. Just like you're in the present position."

As I followed her instruction, she nodded approvingly and turned toward Coach's office. Not daring to look at any of the other coeds, I kept my gaze fastened on my lovely trainer's ass as her hips swayed from side to side. Lydia fell into step beside me, cupping my nearest ass cheek, giving me a wide grin as she squeezed, pushing my jutting cock even farther forward.

"Just want to make sure you put your biggest asset out front."

Overhearing Lydia's sly remark, the girls nearest to us burst into hysterical giggles and the flush in my cheeks began to creep down my neck. Anne and her busty friend had climbed out of the pool and were blocking our way, the shorter brunette out in front. As the black girl continued to fondle my butt, I halted beside Erika as she spoke.

"Hello, Lindsey. Anne. What's up?"

There was an awkward pause as Anne shifted her feet, her stiff nipples pulsing eagerly beneath the clinging nylon, the darker pink of her oval shaped areola barely visible. My cock jerked higher, capturing Lindsey's attention, her dark brown eyes darting down between my legs. As she cleared her throat, she kept her gaze fastened on the twitching pole projecting out toward her.

"The last time I got to play with his dick, but Anne didn't."

I was surprised to see the slim brunette start to blush as Lindsey continued.

"She was wondering if she could have a chance this time."

Despite her face turning red, Anne still kept staring at my throbbing cockhead. Erika paused before she answered. Turning toward me, I could see an impish twinkle in her blue eyes.

"I guess a little playtime wouldn't hurt. Present yourself to Anne."

I was surprised that she agreed, but I didn't dare hesitate. Since my hands were already on top of my head, I just spread my feet well apart and thrust my protruding hard-on out toward the tall brunette, the skin stretched taut and shiny across the swollen bulb, now a deep purple. Despite pointing my quivering cock at Anne, my eyes were on her friend, the black haired girl with the impressive chest. I'd noticed the wide hips and heavy thighs, but her oversized breasts really held my attention. Full and heavy, they swayed beneath the nylon of her swimsuit, topped with large nipples stiff and erect, puckering the shiny material. Without lifting her eyes, Lindsey spoke to the taller girl.

"Go ahead, Anne. He's offering you his dick."

With her hand trembling, the shy brunette reached out and hesitantly slid the tip of her finger over the rounded surface of my exposed cockhead. As she gradually grew more confident, caressing the straining skin, fingering the deep cleft on the underside and cautiously dipping a fingernail into the slit at the end, other coeds gathered around us. Not counting the ones out of sight behind me, there must have been at least a dozen. Lydia kept massaging my ass cheek, pressing my hips forward so that my hard-on was readily available to the slender Anne.

"I want to suck him."

Before my trainer could object, Lindsey stepped right up to me and dropped to her knees. Curling her hand over Anne's, the busty brunette gazed intently at the end of my bloated knob, tightening her grip and sliding her fist all the way down the shiny black sheath, carrying Anne with her until both of their hands pressed against my balls. Licking her lips, Lindsey squeezed, causing my raging hard-on to surge higher.

"I've been thinking about this for a long time."

I remained absolutely still as the squeezes grew bigger, until she was blatantly jacking me off with Anne's hand trapped underneath. The tall brunette looked speechless, stunned by her friend's actions. As the kneeling girl continued, squeezing even more blood into my bloated shaft, the hole at the very end yawned wide. No one intervened as Lindsey leaned closer and extended her tongue, flicking the rounded bulb with her wet tip, swirling it all around the shiny surface, bathing me with her saliva. Pausing to stiffen the end, she explored the gaping slit before plunging it inside, and I gasped at the sudden intrusion.

Still, no one stopped her so she spread her lips, slurping my fully engorged cockhead into her mouth, easily swallowing my entire bulb. With her cheeks billowing in and out, she sucked voraciously, drawing me ever deeper inside. As she began to bob up and down, forcing my knob down her throat, I looked up at Erika. My shapely trainer looked just as spellbound, fascinated by the ferocious assault on my cock. As the girls crowded closer, I whispered to Erika.

"Do you think is a good idea?"

My words seemed to rouse her. Shaking her head, she stepped forward and grabbed Lindsey's shoulder, although the kneeling girl appeared determined to suck me dry.

"Lindsey!"

Redoubling her efforts, the chesty brunette's head was a blur as she posted up and down, slurping loudly as she jacked my cock into her enthusiastic mouth. By now, I was breathing heavily, finding myself rapidly approaching the point of no return. Jerking Lindsey's shoulder back, my trainer spun her around and yanked her off my hard-on, baring my dripping cockhead and stretching a long silvery strand of spit from the very tip of the pulsing knob to the kneeling girl's wet lips.

"Lindsey, you'll have plenty of time to suck him once he's in the sorority."

That brought the chesty coed up short, although she still hadn't released Anne's hand trapped inside her firm grasp of my shaft.

"He's pledging Sigma Epsilon?"

Nodding as she peeled the girls' hands off my rigid pole, Erika grinned.

"Uh huh."

"So he'll be at the pledge party Friday night?"

"Uh, no. He and I both have a previous commitment."

Still on her knees, Lindsey shifted her dark brown eyes from Erika to me. After looking down at my hard-on, studying the bloated knob as it twitched only inches away, she glanced back up at my trainer, a sly smile slowly spreading across her face.

"A date, huh?"

"Sort of, but not the kind you're thinking about. He'll be at the initiation ceremony on Saturday."

"Oh. Okay."

Beaming, the busty brunette scrambled to her feet and set the full globes inside her black suit swinging back and forth. She looked directly at me, and then let her eyes drop back down to my jutting hard-on.

"I can wait until then."

Stepping aside, she made way for us to resume our exit to Coach's office. With Lydia still playing with my bare ass, Erika took charge and wrapped her hand around my throbbing stalk, encased in the close fitting sheath. Tugging me after her, she led us the rest of the way without incident. Coach Turner was waiting at her desk as we entered.

"That took a while."

Releasing her firm grip of my stiff pole, Erika shrugged.

"We were delayed."

Lydia finally let go of my butt to turn on the water in the narrow shower, looking over her shoulder as she tested the temperature

"Shouldn't we lock the door?"

Shaking her blonde curls, Coach arranged pair of a chairs side by side facing the stall as she answered, giving me a chance to admire the firm rounded curves of her ass.

"No, leave it unlocked. I'm expecting someone."

Erika had let me go once we left the pool area and my hard-on had begun to wilt, drooping slightly from the earlier quivering rigidity. Once the chairs were in place a few feet from the open shower, Coach nodded toward the shiny black spandex wrapped around my softening cock.

"Take that off and get in the shower."

Bending at the waist, I unfastened the two snaps on the tight sheath and found it much easier to remove with a shrinking cock. After it rolling down and off my still thickened shaft, I straightened up and handed the tiny bit of black cloth to my trainer. Nodding approvingly, the blonde coach gazed down between my legs, watching my now flaccid cock swing back and forth.

"It will be better that your dick isn't erect."

Her comment puzzled me, but I didn't have time to ponder it. Jerking her thumb to the spraying water, Coach barked at me.

"Inside, and make sure that you clean every part of your body. We don't want you to miss a spot."

Stepping into the shower, I left the curtain wide open and made certain that I faced the girls. I didn't want to get another reprimand. Lydia had wrapped a towel around her hips, leaving her broad shoulders bare and her proud breasts still contained within the skimpy bikini top. Standing behind the folding chairs, they watched as I soaped my torso, making sure to work up a good lather.

I was thorough as I washed my entire body, even twisting to reach behind and slip a finger into my ass. My cock started to revive, growing thicker and stretching down between my thighs, and twitching noticeably as I fingered myself. But I spent most of the time soaping and rinsing my cock and balls. I figured that's what they wanted, so I gave it to them, stretching out the heavy shaft, tugging on my balls, even spreading my cockhole open so I could wash it.

Standing near the door that led to the gym, Coach reminded me.

"Don't forget your hair.

So I stuck my head under the stinging spray, closing my eyes as I lathered up. I still had my eyes shut when I felt a draft of cool air pass across my wet skin. Someone must have opened a door and almost immediately, an unfamiliar female voice exclaimed.

"Oh my! You weren't kidding!"

"Have a seat and see if he's suitable."

Suitable for what? They fell silent as I rinsed off, my mind racing to figure out what they meant. I kept my eyes closed, prolonging the exquisite suspense as long as I could, torn between reveling in displaying my dangling cock to the unseen newcomer, and shy about meeting yet another female while I was totally nude. Not able to postpone the inevitable any longer, I shut off the water and opened my eyes.

As I stood dripping in the narrow shower stall, my cock hanging thick and heavy between my legs, I finally saw the new arrival. Sitting in the chair beside Coach, she was a few years older, probably in her mid-thirties but with the same athletic build. An attractive blonde with shoulder length locks, she sat with her tanned legs crossed, swinging her foot in a slow steady rhythm as she stared below my waist. A pale blue knit top, loose and blousy, failed to conceal an impressive pair of breasts.

As Erik tossed me a towel, I could feel my cock start to revive. As I dried my hair, I made sure that I wiggled my torso, more than necessary but enough to send my reawakening cock swinging from side to side. When I finished above my head and neck, I dried off my shoulders and chest, moving lower to spend an inordinate amount of time on my crotch, rolling my balls around and flopping my shaft against my thighs, stretching it out as I dried my cockhead.

"That enough, Bill. Step out of the shower and assume the position."

Stepping out onto the cloth mat put me right in front of the newcomer. I slid my feet apart and clasped my hands on top of my head before tilting my hips up toward her face. Keeping her blue eyes focused on the long pole swinging between my thighs, she spoke to the blonde coach seated beside her.

"So this is the young man you've been telling me about."

"Uh huh."

All four of them watched as my cock began to stretch down my legs, twitching as blood filled the thickening shaft. Uncrossing her tanned legs, the newcomer leaned forward and rested both elbows on her knees, placing her chin in her palms as she continued to study my reawakening cock.

"How big does it get?"

"Almost nine inches. Do you want to see it?"

"Sure, if he can keep from blowing his load."

Nodding at the two coeds hovering nearby, Coach grinned.

"Both of these two would be delighted to help him, but l think if we wait a minute, he'll be fully erect without any assistance."

The curly haired coach was right. My cock continued to expand and swell, rising up from between my open thighs as it grew longer and thicker, with little jerking movements that caused it to bob higher before falling back down. Eventually, it was level with the floor and pointing directly at the blonde woman's face.

"Very impressive."

So close that her warm breath washed over the quivering bulb, she asked.

"Does he have trouble keeping his cock hard?

A smile crossed the coach's face as she answered.

"Apparently not. He's at the end of his training period and doesn't need to wear a genital restraint to stay erect."

"Good."

Keeping her blue eyes fastened on my trembling cockhead, she raised her hand and slid soft fingertips along the side of my shaft, lightly caressing the thick veins that lined it.

"When was the last time his balls were emptied?"

Coach shrugged her shoulders, and then turned to look at the two Club members. Erika thought for a moment before she supplied the answer.

"Almost three weeks ago."

"Then he must really be aching to cum."

Reaching between my spread thighs, she cupped my balls, weighing them in her palm before rolling them back and forth.

"Oh yeah. These babies are incredibly full. Fat and heavy."

Still fondling me, she wondered aloud.

"Is he quick on the trigger? Or can he stand a long period of stimulation without cumming?"

With a sly smile, my trainer replied.

"He's responded quite well to his training. He can go for a very long time."

"Really?"

As she abandoned my swollen balls, the newcomer ran her feathery fingers back up my throbbing stalk and caressed the shiny skin stretched taut across my engorged cockhead.

"Would you like to test him?"

The newcomer paused as she considered Coach's question, curling her hand around the shaft, just below the high ridge that circled my bloated knob. As she gave my hard-on one slow squeeze and pump, she nodded.

"Yes. Under the circumstances, I think that would be a good idea."

"Do you want to do it? Or shall I have one of the girls take his dick to the edge?"

A slow smile spread across her face, and for the first time, she looked up at me.

"I think it would be better if I watched and evaluated his response."

"I'll do it.'

Lydia jumped at the chance, immediately coming forward to stand by my right side, snuggling next to me as she slid one arm around my shoulders, making sure that I felt the rigid point of her nipples poking through the top of her suit. Gazing down at my raging hard-on, she let the fingers of her right hand trail across my lower abdomen until she circled the base of my throbbing cockshaft.

"I've been keeping his penis fully erect all afternoon. There's no reason to stop now."

No one objected, so the athletic black girl began a slow steady rhythm, squeezing and stroking her fist up and down the thick stalk, directing the rounded head toward the seated blonde. It didn't take long before the slit at the tip gaped open, yawning wide as the newcomer leaned closer, examining the deep hole.

"He seems to have a rather large urethra."

Sitting next to her in the other chair, Coach chuckled.

"Yeah. His dick is extraordinary in several ways."