WVC Ch. 33: The 5th Training Session

After stepping back to watch the other two women service me, Mistress Shannon started to flick the black leather of her crop against the stiff buds of my nipples. Alternating sides, she maintained a steady rhythm of light taps that stung more than they hurt. Behind me, Erika finished covering my blistered butt, soothing the tender skin with a liberal dose of saliva. After licking the base of my spine, she moved lower, nudging her nose between my ass cheeks as she gently eased them apart. I could feel her wet tongue slide even lower, reaching down to flick my crinkled hole.

Even though I knew it was coming, I jumped when the wet tip tickled the sensitive skin, jamming my now fully erect cock deep into Mistress Carolyn's surprised mouth. Gagging as I plunged it farther than she anticipated, she quickly recoiled, gripping my balls and spitting out the dripping cockhead, coughing as she tried to regain her breath. As she stepped closer, Mistress Shannon glared at me and raised her riding crop. With Erika's tongue slipping past my sphincter and worming its way farther into my rectum, I had nowhere to escape the menacing whip.

Still gasping for air, Mistress Carolyn tightened her grasp around my rigid pole and lifted the engorged bulb high, offering me up to the brunette standing in front of me. With a rapid swish, she swung her whip down and smacked the rounded end, the flat leather landing squarely on the lips of my cockslit. I cried out and tried to twist away, but the vise-like hold the kneeling woman had on my cock and balls kept me in place. All my reaction did was to jam Erika's tongue deeper into my butt.

After Mistress Carolyn gave my swollen stalk another squeeze and stroke, forcing even more blood into the throbbing hard-on, she pointed the trembling knob up toward the ceiling, holding it steady to give the leather clad brunette an excellent target. And Mistress Shannon didn't miss, thwacking my upraised cockhead with her crop with just a bit more vehemence. I yelped again, and felt the all too recognizable tingling in my balls.

A third squeeze and stroke spread my cockhole wide, and as the kneeling woman raised my quivering pole, a single drop of clear fluid emerged from the open cavity. It perched there, balanced precariously in the gaping cleft while Mistress Shannon took aim. She smiled, and brought the leather down onto the curved tip, splattering the liquid with a loud smack.

Ducking her blonde head, Mistress Carolyn quickly captured my now flaming bulb and soothed the smarting surface with her wet mouth. After giving my balls a warm squeeze, she released them and wrapped both hands around the base of my pulsing shaft. Sucking eagerly, she looked up at me as she started to jack me between her soft lips, her double fisted grip maintaining a measure of control as to how far she'd allow my stiff cock to penetrate her wet mouth.

As she took a step to the side, Mistress Shannon peered around behind me. I doubted that she could see much since it felt like Erika had her face buried in my butt. The leather clad brunette began to snap the crop against my nearest ass cheek, employing an upward arc that caught the underside of my buttock and the back of my thigh. Trapped between the two women with one vacuuming my cock while the other probed deep into my rectum, I just squirmed.

As the familiar rumbling in my balls grew, I started to pant Mistress Shannon while continued her assault on my left side. Erika must have edged sideways to give her more room since I felt the kneeling girl release her grasp of my left buttock and use both hands to pull my right one wide. As her fingers dug into my skin, she pressed her nose between my spread cheeks, still plunging her stiffened tongue into my hole. With precise aim, Mistress Shannon moved higher on my inner thigh, sharp smacks from the flat leather tip that moved under my torso and eventually found my dangling balls.

I yelped. As the beginning of a surge gathered force between my thighs, Mistress Shannon grabbed my left ass cheek and yanked it farther open. Erika yielded to the brunette mistress, pulling her head back just as the older woman unleased a ferocious attack on my exposed sphincter, landing one stinging blow directly on the crinkled star. This time, I threw back my head and bellowed, exploding into Mistress Carolyn's mouth as the mistress behind me whaled away, delivering another sharp smack between my spread cheeks.

Although it felt like an enormous load, I suspected that it was something less than that since I'd just filled Mistress Shannon's mouth only a few minutes earlier. She kept whacking me, the leather tip finding its target between my pulled apart buttocks. Glancing down my front, I watched the blonde gulp down my cum shot, the muscles in her throat working overtime to drink my cream as her lips continued to suck my spasming cock. Maybe I shot more than I realized.

When Mistress Shannon paused, Erika took advantage of the moment and plunged her tongue back inside of my rectum, driving the rigid tip deep. That triggered a second burst of juice from my cockhole, spurting out between Mistress Carolyn's slurping lips. As she kept swallowing, I spotted a large white glob escape from the side of her mouth, sliding down her chin to drop soundlessly onto the floor.

Strolling around me, Mistress Shannon let her crop trail across my skin, tracing the outline of the leather harness I wore as the kneeling woman milked my hard-on, straining to get one more discharge out of me. Releasing one hand to cup my balls, Mistress Carolyn rolled them in her palm as she kept sucking, her cheeks billowing in and out. Still jacking my throbbing shaft with the other fist, she was finally rewarded when I delivered a third discharge between her enthusiastic lips. Exhausted, I slumped against the overhead restraints as Erika continued to tongue my ass.

Triumphantly, Mistress Carolyn rose to her feet and opened her mouth, proudly showing her fellow mistress the glistening mass of cum cradled on the flat of her tongue. Sliding her arm around the shoulders of the taller woman, Mistress Shannon roughly pulled her into an embrace and met her kiss with an open mouth. Back and forth, they traded my fluid, ignoring me and the girl with her nose buried in my butt. Erika must have finally realized that I was spent since she leaned back and tenderly patted my ass before rising to her feet. Looking over my shoulder, she pressed her firm breasts against my back as she whispered in my ear.

"I think they like sucking your penis. They certainly enjoy drinking your nectar."

As she began lightly rub the stiff points of her erect nipples on my skin, she continued.

"Did you save any for me?"

Reaching up between my open ass cheeks, she cupped my hanging balls and squeezed them gently as her lips brushed my ear.

"Or are these completely drained?"

As I swallowed, not knowing exactly how to respond. Glancing down between my legs, I saw that my hard-on had wilted. While it remained thick and heavy, my cock hung down between my parted thighs, pointing toward the floor below as it continued to twitch. Red and raw looking, the knob had shrunk to a fraction of its former size.

Still breathing heavily, I lifted my eyes and saw that the two mistresses finally finished their extended kiss, although they stared silently into each other's eyes as they held their embrace. Then as one, they turned to face me. Mistress Carolyn dropped her pale blue eyes down to my bare crotch as the brunette met my gaze.

"So, Bill. Do you have more nectar for us? Or are your balls totally empty?"

Breaking the clinch, Mistress Shannon sauntered up to me and straddled my left hip, sliding her plump and very wet pussy up and down, leaving a slick residue on my skin. The tall blonde joined her, grinding her open crotch onto my right side, pressing firmly so that her lips split wide as she undulated against me. As Erika released my balls, Mistress Shannon quickly took her place, reaching between my spread thighs to cradle them in her hand.

Almost like she was weighing them, she hoisted them in her palm, bouncing them gently as she leaned close to my face. I caught a whiff of pungent aroma of cum as she whispered.

"They certainly don't feel full anymore. But I bet there's enough left in them to give Mistress Erika a mouthful of two."

"Yes, Ma'am. I think so."

"Good."

She continued to writhe on my hip, rolling my balls back and forth as Erika circled around us. Once she was standing in between the other two women, the shapely coed delicately slid her fingertips along the upper surface of my dangling stalk, tracing the thickened veins that lined it. Under her tender touch, it jerked upward. Encouraged by the response, Erika curled her soft hand around the base of my shaft and squeezed. Again, it jumped in her grasp. Mistress Shannon smiled as she bounced my balls up and down in the palm of her hand, watching my renewed vigor with satisfaction.

"Very good, Bill. I understood that your recuperative powers were well above average."

Still studying the pole in Erika's grip, watching it swell and fill the girl's hand, she nodded.

"And I see that my information was accurate."

All three of them gazed down at my slowly reviving cock, studying the way it stretched and grew thicker under Erika's persistent fondling. Once it extended beyond her fist, she wrapped a second one around the burgeoning stalk and began to pump me in earnest.

"Very impressive."

Still rolling my balls, Mistress Shannon leaned closer and licked my face, covering my skin with saliva from jawline to forehead. After cocking her head and giving me a sly smile, she stuck out her tongue again and repeated the process, but this time, Mistress Carolyn joined her in bathing both sides of my face. With her fists wrapped around my nearly erect cock, Erika looked up to see the two women lapping at my cheeks. She grinned, vigorously pumping my stiffening pole.

"Congratulations, Bill. That's the mark of acceptance. You've completed your training."

Keeping her blue eyes locked on mine, she sank to the floor between my outstretched feet.

"Now give me your milk, all of that you have left.'

Dropping her gaze, she inspected the rounded tip of my cockhead, staring as she used both hands to jack me toward her face. Suddenly, she halted, holding my rigid pole stationary as she squeezed just below the prominent ridge that crowned the purplish bulb. Extending her tongue, she leaned forward and delicately flicked it across my quivering knob. When she found the slit at the end, she teased the tiny pair of lips, coaxing them to spread apart so she could worm her way inside. Once she'd encouraged them to yawn open, she resumed her double fisted stroking, steady and rhythmical, making sure that her own lips covered the end of the bulb as she used her tongue to probe my cockhole.

The two standing mistresses kept licking, bathing the sides of my face as they let their hands roam across my torso. Mistress Carolyn slid the palm of her right hand over my lower abdomen, her fingers brushing the base of my hard-on as she gripped my shoulder with her left. On the other side, Mistress Shannon massaged my left ass cheek, cupping it in her hand as her left hand fingered my nearest nipple. After a sharp pinch of the tender bud, she abruptly stepped back and disappeared behind me.

As Erika began to bob her head up and down on my cockhead, now fully engorged in her mouth, her cheeks billowed in and out. Sucking vigorously, she urged me on toward my third climax of the evening while jacking me between her lips with both hands. And if the tingling in my balls was any indication, my next orgasm was only moments away.

As the blonde mistress curled her right fist around the root of my bloated cock, she dropped her other hand and started to spank me, lightly at first, then with increasing intensity as my climax approached. They stung, but didn't really hurt. As I strained against the overhead restraints, thrusting into Erika's enthusiastic mouth, I suddenly realized why. Mistress Carolyn was right handed.

Abruptly, she halted the spanks and grabbed my ass cheek, pulling it wide open. Panting heavily, trying to achieve release between the kneeling girl's slurping lips, I ignored her change of tactics until I felt something cool and smooth start to poke me. When a second hand yanked my left buttock in the other direction, I knew that Mistress Shannon had returned. And when I felt the slick knob press insistently against my puckered hole, I knew what was in store for me.

Arching my back and pushing my butt back toward her, I tried to relax my muscles as she aimed the phallus, centering the rounded bulb. With a sharp slap on my ass from the blonde beside her, Mistress Shannon shoved the rigid pole into my rectum. I cried out and thrust my throbbing hard-on deep into Erika's mouth, exploding against the back of her throat. I felt her gag, but she didn't spit me out, letting my juice slid down her gullet as the muscles in her neck worked furiously to swallow. Mistress Shannon didn't stop either, gripping my right shoulder as she kept plunging the rigid phallus in and out of my butt.

Just as Erika appeared to regain her composure, I shot another wad of cream down her throat. This burst she gulped down, eagerly pumping my spasming shaft in search of more. Gasping for air, I wasn't sure had anymore left to give her until Mistress Shannon ground her hips against me, nudging my prostate gland and sending one more discharge spewing from my cockhole. As she gobbled it down, the kneeling girl kept sucking and stroking, desperately trying to milk out one last drop.

Grunting as she reached her own orgasm, Mistress Shannon clung to me as the waves of emotion swept over her. Tremors rippled through her as she pressed her full breasts against my back, the sharp points of her erect nipples poking my skin. After heaving an enormous sigh, she pulled away, the stiff pole creating a loud sucking sound as it slid out of my butt. Mistress Carolyn patted the ass cheek she'd been smacking and leaned close to whisper.

"Good boy."

Pressing her enormous breasts against my torso, the blonde gazed down at my cock as she gave me a squeeze and stroke, trying to coax any remaining fluid into Erika's thirsty mouth. As I sagged into the arm restraints that kept me suspended from the wooden frame, I had no idea if my former trainer was able to suck any more cream out of my wilting cock or not. I was exhausted.

As I tried to catch my breath, Mistress Shannon strolled into view, the flesh colored dildo waggling between her thighs, the rounded tip glistening in the bright overhead light. Using the riding crop, she tapped the shoulder of the kneeling coed, who was still nursing on my cockhead, even as the stalk drooped in their hands.

"Give it up, Erika. I think you've sucked him dry."

Reluctantly, the gorgeous brunette released her double fisted grip around my shaft and sat back on her heels, letting my softened cock fall from her lips. Watching it swing heavily between my parted thighs, she idly wiped a stray drop of cum from her chin and sucked it into her mouth. As she slid the black leather tip of her crop under my hanging pole, Mistress Shannon smiled and lifted it high in the air before letting the still thickened stalk plummet back down between my legs.

"Erika, release him and walk him back to his dorm."

Crooking her finger at the blonde, she sauntered off toward the curtain stretched across the back of the room. I admired her backside as she walked, the rounded ass cheeks swaying provocatively as she disappeared behind the black drape, quickly followed by Mistress Carolyn.

With a sigh, Erika unfastened my ankles before she rose to her feet. Stretching to release my arms from the wooden structure caused her full breasts to rise higher on her proud chest, the stiff nipples still pulsing urgently. As I rubbed my wrists, trying to restore the circulation, she smiled and inclined her heads toward the exit.

"You first."

With my muscles still sore from being restrained for so long, I nodded and walked past her, stiff legged and with an awkward gait. As I trudged upstairs, I realized that she had a great view of my bare ass, and the heavy cock dangling between my legs. When I reached the top of the stairs, I stopped and glanced back down at her. Although she'd discarded the half mask, she still wore her black leather corset. Her superb breasts swayed softly with each step, the large reddish brown nipples pulsing eagerly. Halting a few steps below me, she let her gaze linger between my thighs before lifting her deep blue eyes to meet mine.

"Yes?"

"I'm sorry, Mistress. I didn't realize you were to supervise me getting dressed."

She giggled.

"Don't be silly, Bill. My clothes are upstairs too."

"Oh."

Feeling a little sheepish, I turned to go.

"And the scenario is over. You're not required to call me 'Mistress'."

Now I felt even more foolish. I padded down the hallway, trying to figure out what to say. After hearing the click, click, click of her boots following me, I was surprised to find that she'd disappeared when I finally turned around. She must have ducked into another room off the hallway.

Back in the front room, I didn't have much to change. After unbuckling the collar, I climbed out of the body harness and folded it neatly, tucking them both in the small duffle bag. I needed a shower, but I never thought about taking one here. I'd always waited until I got back to my dorm, and decided that I didn't have permission to do anything different this time. After yanking on my t-shirt, I stepped into the cut-offs and pulled them up my legs. Although my cock swung fat and heavy between my thighs, I had no trouble zipping up my shorts. And then I sat down to wait.

It took several long minutes for Erika to appear. Looking refreshed as I felt exhausted, she finally made her entrance, shaking out her thick, damp hair as she walked up to me. Wearing a pair of dark shorts that hugged her trim thighs and a clean blue t-shirt, she looked crisp and ready for more. Clutching the duffle bag, I stood up.

"You took a shower?"

"Yep. I always feel better afterwards when I do."

Taking the initiative, she swung her bag over her shoulder as she opened the front door and stepped aside to let me pass first.

"Oh. I didn't know we could take one."

"You can't. Not without getting permission first."

"Oh."

We walked in silence for a while as the last of the sunset filtered through the trees. Once we were back on campus, Erika took my arm, cuddling close enough so I felt the yielding curves of her. That brought a stirring below my waist.

"Did you have fun tonight, Bill?"

"Well, yeah. I did. Although it was a little intense."

"It's supposed to be."

After walking a few more steps, she suddenly reached down and cupped the bulge in the front of my cut-offs, squeezing gently, exploring the size and shape of my softened cock. I almost stumbled as she continued to walk along the nearly deserted path.

"I just wanted to see if you were still hard."

As we approached my dorm, she withdrew her hand.

"Unfortunately, that session just got me warmed up."

Stopping in the middle of the walkway, Erika turned to me and straddled my leg, grinding her crotch against my thigh. I could feel her heat through the cotton of her shorts on my bare skin. With a coy smile, she leaned closer and licked the side of my face. Once she finished, she leaned back and held me at arm's length.

"I guess I'll just have to wait until tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?"

Untangling herself, she shrugged.

"Tomorrow night is the Sigma Epsilon initiation. You probably have an e-mail detailing your role waiting for you on your computer."