Thanks once more to 12yknot for proofreading and editing suggestions.
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I had to read the e-mail from the Economics Department again, just to make sure I understood.
"
You are now ready for your fifth and possibly, your final level of Training. Be at 734 Elm Street promptly at 7 PM on Friday. Eat lightly, dress casually, and continue to take your blue diamond shaped pills and the herbal supplements both tomorrow and Friday, but double the dosage. Bring your collar, your full body leather harness and remember to give yourself a thorough enema before the training. You
may
be allowed to ejaculate during the session, but only if you complete the training and only on command."
That last line bothered me.
"
You
may
be allowed to ejaculate ..."
That implied that there was a possibility that I might not. And the thick cock throbbing between my thighs as I re-read the e-mail lent an urgency to do whatever the mistresses required of me. With my hard-on raging, I wasn't about to fall asleep so I pulled out the box under my bed. I hadn't even looked at the full body harness since I brought it back from the Velvet Fist (WVC Ch.11).
After laying it out flat on my bed, I fingered the leather and metal straps, thinking how far I'd come since I'd tried it on for Robyn, the cute shopkeeper with the pink streaks in her blonde hair. I wondered if I'd ever see her again. Looking more closely at the single ring dangling at the strap that would hang down for my cock, I thought it looked a bit smaller than the cock rings I'd worn since that day. I remembered it being somewhat loose. Now I wasn't so sure that it would still fit. Putting the harness back in the box, I lay down on my bed and stared at the ceiling, finally drifting off to sleep around 2 in the morning.
On the next morning, Thursday May the 7
th
, I woke with a purpose. I had to finish a History paper in the morning and take a Math exam in the afternoon. Trying to remain focused as I stayed in my room to complete the paper, I decided to wear my jock strap beneath a loose pair of dark blue shorts, ones with longer legs so I wouldn't be tempted by easy access to my cock. And it worked. At least at first.
Feeling like I'd done some good work on the paper, I dropped it off on the way to take the exam. When I entered the classroom, I was surprised to see one of the pledges from the sorority (WVC Ch:32) standing in the back, waving for me to join her. It was Julie, the very pretty brunette with the blonde streaks.
I hesitated, but if we were going to be in Sigma Epsilon together, I figured that it would be better if I tried to be friendly rather than feeling shy and being withdrawn. I didn't want to be perceived as standoffish and aloof, so I crossed the room and climbed the steps to very last row. But I did wonder why she didn't mention it when we were studying in the sorority conference room. Sliding past a couple of coeds on the aisle, I found an open chair immediately to Julie's left. And I didn't miss the quick glance she gave the front of my baggy shorts before I sat down.
"Hi, Bill. I saved you a seat. I was hoping I'd be able to catch your eye."
"Thanks, Julie. I'd forgotten that you were in my Math class."
As I scooted my chair under the table, she gave me a timid smile.
"Yeah, I thought you had. And I didn't want to embarrass you yesterday."
Peeking down at her chest as she leaned back in her chair, I caught a glimpse of the small buds of her nipples pressing against her t-shirt. She had a nice pair of medium sized breasts. I hadn't paid much attention to them yesterday.
"This is Sheila. She's going to be pledging Sigma Epsilon too."
On the right side of Julie, a slim redhead with bright blue eyes leaned forward to give me a hesitant smile. It was the shy coed that I'd last seen in the Library Streak (WVC Ch:31).
"Hi, Bill. It's good to see you again."
Julie turned to the redhead with surprise in her brown eyes.
"You guys know each other?"
Sheila started to blush as I cleared my throat.
"Sort of. I was a subject in her Physiology Class (WVC Ch:18)."
Averting her eyes, Sheila nodded and began to blush.
"Uh huh. And I saw him again a few days ago in the library, although you weren't, ah -"
"Weren't what? Wearing any clothes?"
A third girl leaned forward, peering around the slender redhead with a sly grin on her face. The smart aleck was Mallory, the striking brunette from the Gym (WVC Ch:29). As I felt a flush beginning to creep across my cheeks, she continued.
"Julie told us that you might pledge Sigma Epsilon. I hope you do. Then we'll get to see a lot more of you."
With her smile growing broader, she added.
"All of you."
As the other two girls looked aghast, I shrugged. I was remembering the last time I'd seen the muscular brunette. In the locker room shower, she'd been intertwined with the redheaded Tina, totally nude. With an image of her magnificent breasts pressed wetly against her slender friend stuck in my mind, my cock began to thicken and fill. I could feel blood beginning to surge below my waist, and I was glad when Ms. Bernardi called for our attention from the front of the room and began handing out the test papers.
I had forgotten that Mallory was in my Math class. I'd been so focused on doing well in what for me was a difficult subject, I guess I'd been oblivious to a lot of things I should have noticed. Looking around the cavernous space, built like a small amphitheater, it was no surprise that it slipped my mind. There must be close to a hundred students in the first year class.
Once I received my test, I ignored the coeds and concentrated on the questions. I was pleased that I knew most of the answers and was nearly two thirds of the way through when I felt a foot rub against my right ankle. But when I glanced in Julie's direction, she had her head down, focused on the test. I bent over and went back to work. A few minutes later, the foot was back, sliding higher up my leg, the toes deftly stroking my skin. This time I kept working, trying to ignore the silky caresses that slowly worked their way higher.
Turning slightly to my right, I eased my knees apart, allowing the intrusive foot to slip higher up the inside of my calf. Blood started to flow into my crotch, making the tightness of my jock strap increasingly uncomfortable. As I snuck my hand beneath the table in order to adjust the restraining elastic, I noticed Julie slide her left hand below the surface as well. Once I had rearranged slowly swelling cock, I pulled my hand back on top and started writing again. Some students had finished by now, and rose from their chairs to turn in their tests to Ms. Bernardi who was collecting them at the front.
Since I was nearly finished myself, I began to linger over the last questions, eager to see how far the pretty brunette would go. Her left hand, still hidden beneath the table top, slid gently across my right thigh, a feathery touch that sent a chill down my spine and into my crotch. And as her fingertips found the leg opening, I slid my chair a little closer to her and spread my thighs farther apart to make it easier for her to explore. Now I was grateful for the loose blue shorts as they readily yielded to her inquisitive fingers.
My cock was throbbing, still confined by the tight jack strap, so I slipped my left hand back beneath the table to ease the constricting elastic. Deftly loosening my belt and waistband, I carefully slid the zipper down as I continued to write. As her soft fingers eased their way higher up my thigh, searching inside the baggy leg of my shorts, I managed to stretch the mesh pouch of my jack strap to the left, completely freeing both my rigid cock and bloated balls. Feeling the cool air on my hard-on as it jutted up between my legs, I returned my left hand to the test paper and kept writing.
Julie stayed just as busy, apparently totally focused on her test. Even without glancing at her, I marveled at her ability to write with only one hand and keep the paper stationary on the table top. Her feathery touch drifted higher, small circles that tickled the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, letting the back of her hand raise the loose cloth up so she could continue her journey. Scooting my chair even closer made it an easy reach for the pretty brunette.
As her fingers reached the top of my thigh, a fold of material in my loose shorts obstructed them from sliding higher. She moved her fingertips back and forth, seeking a way to past the cloth barrier so I turned my hips completely toward her and spread my knees farther apart. The combined movement loosened the material and let her hand pop into my wide open fly.
And then, she stopped, apparently surprised by the sudden availability of my previously obstructed crotch. But she didn't stop taking the test, scribbling furiously as she bent over the long table. Almost imperceptibly, the fingers of her left hand started moving again, pressing lightly against my bare skin as she drew little circles, gradually growing larger until they brushed against my swollen balls. This time she slowed but didn't stop, exploring around the tight sac, sliding up across my lower abdomen until she located the base of my quivering hard-on, projecting proudly up from between my thighs.
As the two girls on my left stood up, we both jumped and Julie immediately yanked her left hand out of my shorts, still writing with her right. Hunched over and turned from the pair, I just froze in place as they gathered up their test papers, whispering as they exited the row. I didn't dare look at them, instead keeping my gaze on own paper, even though I had already answered the last question. Marking time, I was anxious to see exactly how far Julie would go.
After a moment's hesitation, she bypassed my rumpled shorts and reached directly into my lap, her soft fingers sliding across my hips until they were hovering near the base of my upright shaft, lightly caressing the smooth skin of my pubic mound. I caught my breath as her feathery fingertips slipped onto the trembling stalk, tracing the bulging veins along the sides as she traced up the full length of my raging hard-on.
Gliding back down, she curled her hand around the thickened root of my cock and squeezed. Despite my best efforts, I couldn't help but moan, a soft whimper that caused the blonde in front of me to look around. Once she caught sight of Julie's fist griping my erect cock from behind her thick glasses, she gasped and elbowed her neighbor. Intent on finishing her test before the fast approaching time limit, the second coed hissed at her neighbor, clearly annoyed.
Ignoring the staring girl, Julie ran her fist up and down the full length of my raging hard-on, milking me as she kept writing. Both Sheila and Mallory stood, chatting as they picked up their test papers. Remaining hunched over and focused on checking my test answers, I could feel Sheila's eyes on us as she asked.
