The Pool Party

After I awoke on Thursday, April 2nd, it took a while, but eventually my stiff cock softened so that I could empty my bladder. As I got dressed, I realized that my muscles were indeed looser, more relaxed. I guess the massage class (WVC Ch.18) had more of a delayed reaction on my body than I realized.

When I opened the inbox on my computer, I found the following e-mail from the Russian Department.

"Saturday at 11:00 AM, Erika will pick you up and take you to a private residence off campus where you will attend a pool party as an honored guest. Dress casually and bring the loose white swimsuit. Continue to take the blue pills and supplements for the rest of the week, and give yourself a thorough enema on Saturday morning. Remember that you are not allowed to ejaculate during the party."

I was distracted in my classes both Thursday and Friday as my mind wandered, trying to figure out who might be there. Club members I already knew? Maybe alumnae?

Friday night, I had difficulty falling asleep, tossing and turning with images flooding my mind of how the coming party might play out. Very early in the morning, I woke with a start. I'd had a dream of being tied up on a pool deck and forced to cum that was so vivid that I looked around the darkened room to make certain that I was alone. Of course, no one was there, and I tried to drift back to sleep. It seemed like I had just closed my eyes when the rays of the sun peeked through my window. Still sporting a persistent erection, I got up and prepared for the party.

Waiting outside downstairs, I felt self-conscious about the huge bulge in my pants, so I sat hunched over as I sat on the steps of the dorm, trying to shield it from the students passing by. I was only partly successful as a number of them stared openly at my swollen crotch. Finally, Erika eased her black Infinity up to the curb. It was a relief to hide in the front seat of the car and escape the constant scrutiny.

As I shut the door, she smiled, shyly averting her eyes.

"Good morning."

As I mumbled my greeting, it occurred to me that she might be feeling just as awkward as I felt. After all, the last time we'd seen each other was in the basement on Elm Street, and she'd just finishing whipping my bare ass (WVC Ch17: Training #1). Just thinking about it caused my cock to swell and my face to color. As she pulled away from the curb and eased the Infinity off campus, she was silent and I took the opportunity to study her.

I'd been directed to bring my swimsuit, but she obviously had other instructions. Through the sheer cover up, I saw she wore a pale blue string bikini, with the rounded curves of her full breasts shining in the sunlight as they spilled over the top of her bra cups. Since she was sitting, I couldn't tell how skimpy her panties were, but I did get a glimpse of the narrow stings that held her bottom in place. The result was predictable. The lump in my pants kept growing.

Waiting until she was engaged in making a turn, I reached between my thighs to adjust the expanding bulge in the pouch of my shorts, thinking she'd be too busy to notice. I was wrong.

"Is your penis erect?"

I blushed at her direct question, involuntarily closing my legs, vainly trying to hide my burgeoning arousal.

"Yes Ma'am, almost. It's been that way since last weekend."

She too blushed.

"Yes, that was quite an evening."

At a stop light, she glanced down at my distended crotch, and I started to turn away.

"Don't hide it. I take it as a compliment when you get hard and stiff. Let me see it.'

Taking a deep breath, I rotated in my seat and opened my thighs for her, giving her a good look at the bulge in my pants. She stared for a moment, and then refocused on her driving as the light turned green. We were both silent as she drove. I watched her breasts ride high and proud on her chest, and she kept sneaking peeks at my distended crotch.

I had a question to ask her, and now seemed as good a time as any.

"What was your first training session like? Was it similar to mine?"

She thought for a minute before answering.

"Sort of. The process was the same, but the details were different of course."

"What do you mean?"

It might have been my imagination, but Erika seemed to squirm in her seat as she considered her reply.

"As I understand it, what happens to each trainee is different. And you're a guy."

I thought she was going to continue, but she stopped. My cock was throbbing as I swallowed and asked.

"What was yours like?"

"I guess it's okay to tell you now."

This time I knew it wasn't my imagination. She squeezed her thighs together as she took a deep breath, a flush spreading across her pretty face.

"It makes me hot just thinking about it. Besides a pair of nipple clips, they had me wear a strap around my hips that pulled my uhh, - kept my labial lips spread apart. I have no idea how I managed to avoid cumming when my trainer swung that soft cat of nine tails up between my thighs."

She paused, the blush on her skin now much darker.

"Come to think about it, I may have cum during that session after all. I got pretty good at hiding it."

As she coasted to a stop, she glanced at me and grinned.

"With guys, it's a little more difficult."

The blush on my own face deepened as she lowered her blue eyes, studying the swollen bulge between my legs.

"I love how excited you get."

Wetting her lips, she continued to gaze at the throbbing pouch of my shorts.

"Scoot closer. I want to feel how hard you are."

Obediently, I slid closer, perching on the edge of the bucket seat with my left knee jammed against the console as I opened my thighs for her. Releasing her grip on the steering wheel, Erika dropped her right hand into my lap, curling it around my thickened shaft and squeezing gently.

"Oh, my! You are really hard."

The light changed and she drove on, leaving her hand to explore my bloated crotch. As we headed toward the wealthier part of town, her restless fingers ran up and down the full length of my stalk, teasing my engorged cockhead and reaching between my thighs to cup my balls.

As she made a left turn, she abandoned her fondling to put both hands back on the wheel and I cleared my throat.

"Can I ask where we're going?"

"Sure. You know that we're going to a pool party, right?"

Momentarily taking her deep blue eyes off the road, she glanced at me and I nodded. Reaching back between my thighs, she continued as she wrapped her hand around my pulsing hard-on.

"The hostess is a high school girl you met a few weeks ago, Melissa."

"Who?"

I had no idea who she was. Erika began to squeeze me through the shorts.

"I understand that she's one of the girls who helped you try on swimsuits at the Swimmer's Edge (WVC Ch.6: The Swimsuit Fitting)."

Now I remembered her. She and her friend had mentioned wanting me to come to a pool party. Maybe this was it.

"Her mother's out of town, and she's invited several of her friends over to meet you. They are all high school seniors and over eighteen. I think she's been trying to set this up since she met you. Evidently, you made quite an impression on her."

As she made a turn into the entrance to a gated community, she released her grip around my stiff pole and glanced down at the tent it made in my lap.

"Or rather, your big penis did."

Erika rolled down the window as the heavy set guard emerged from the enclosed control room, clipboard in hand. Blushing furiously, I started to turn away from her and slide back into the seat when she rested her right hand on my knee, stopping me.

"We're here for the party at the Collins residence, Erika and Bill."

After checking our names against his list, he nodded and started to open the gate, but not before checking out the cleavage Erika showed beneath the thin cover-up.

"You kids have a good time."

As the heavy gate swung wide, he waved us through. Grinning at me, the brunette replied as she stepped gently on the gas.

"Oh, we will."

As she drove slowly past the expensive houses, I realized that she knew where were going. I cleared my throat as she reached out and captured my stiff cock.

"Since these girls are still in high school, what's the connection to the Club?"

"I know that Melissa's mother is an alumna, and I think that the others are daughters of Club alumnae as well."

My breathing was growing ragged. Her squeezes had become slow steady strokes up and down the length of my shaft.

"Do you know them?"

"Who?"

I started to rise up off the seat, thrusting my engorged log deeper into her grip with each pump of her hand.

"Any of the Club alumna?"

She paused as she pulled into the circular drive of an impressive estate, releasing my raging erection to shift the car into park. A half a dozen expensive late model cars were parked along the street and along the cobbled driveway. As she turned to face me, she had an odd look on her face."

"Actually, yes. I do know them."

Puzzled, I looked at her, struck again by how gorgeous she was. Inside my pants, my hard-on throbbed.

"Which ones?"

With an enigmatic smile on her face, she leaned over and lightly ran her fingertips over the bulge between my legs, tracing the curved surface of my distended cockhead.

"All of them."

I was still digesting this as she continued.

"Remember, no matter what happens today, you are not to ejaculate."

"Yes Ma'am."

"And when you respond to the girls, call them 'Miss'. Understand?"

"Yes Ma'am."

Although her steady stroking didn't help matters any, I was already feeling edgy today, even more than usual. It had been two weeks since I'd cum (WVC Ch.14: The Supplicant Ceremony), and my balls felt incredibly bloated. Taking her hand out of my lap, she smiled again and opened the car door. I followed her lead and stepped out of the car, pausing to glance down and adjust my crotch so that I could walk. Waiting for me, the shapely brunette was staring between my thighs when I looked up.

"You look really hot with that oversized bulge in your pants."

I could feel the flush immediately spread across my face. Smiling broadly, Erika took my hand in hers as we walked up to the doorway.

Just as we reached the broad porch, one of the leaded glass double doors swung open to reveal a tall, strikingly pretty blonde who did indeed look familiar. Under a crocheted cover-up, she wore a small white string bikini. A pair of full breasts filled out the narrow triangles of her bra very nicely, the rounded curves spilling out both sides of the white nylon.

She'd been spending time in the sun. As I remembered her from the Swimmer's Edge, her sleek skin wasn't quite so tanned. Her blue eyes darted below my waist, focusing on the enlarged pole that filled the pouch of my shorts.

"Hi. You must be Melissa? I'm Erika."

Letting go of me, the brunette stepped across the threshold to shake the younger girl's hand. Only then did Melissa raise her gaze from between my legs.

"I'm pleased to meet you."

Erika had a smirk on her face as she turned to me.

"And you remember, Bill, right?"

"Of course I do. I invited him."

Finally lifting my own gaze up to her beautiful face, I realized that her blonde hair was lighter than I recalled, streaked with highlights. Standing aside to let us enter, the young hostess' eyes dropped down to glance at the bulge in my pants as she continued.

"Please, do come in. The girls are anxious to meet you."

The hallway was imposing, marble floors and high ceilings leading directly out onto the expansive deck and large pool. I could hear the excited murmur of female voices inside as the blonde closed the door behind us. She seemed a bit hesitant, almost as if she wanted to say something, but unsure of herself. So Erika took charge.

"I'm already wearing my swimsuit, but Bill needs to change. Is there a room leading out to the pool deck?"

"Yes, there's a pool bath where he can change."

"No, I was thinking of something a little more public."

That brought the teenager up short. Puzzled, she looked at Erika, and then back at me.

"There's a sun room off the deck. That's where everyone is waiting."

"That sounds perfect. Lead the way."

We followed her swaying hips. I was surprised to see that her bikini had a thong back, completely baring the rounded globes of her ass cheeks beneath the see through cover-up. She had a great body, with long muscular legs, slim hips, narrow waist and full breasts. My cock throbbed inside my pants as I admired her shapely figure.

The excited conversations that we'd heard earlier halted when we entered the room. Sunlight poured through the oversized windows that lined that walls, backlighting the girls as they fell silent, standing in semicircle. There were five of them, all wearing two piece swimsuits beneath their various cover-ups.

"Girls, this is Bill, and this is his trainer, Erika. Let me introduce each of them to you."

The blonde started to take my arm so she could lead me to her first guest when Erika stopped her.

"Let Bill change first. I think he'll be more comfortable wearing his swimsuit when he meets each one of your friends."

Melissa paused, so the brunette made a persuasive point.

"After all, it is a pool party, and all of you are already dressed for the occasion."

Triumphantly, she turned to me and grinned.

"Go ahead, Bill. Change into your swimsuit."

"Here?"

My voice cracked as I spoke.

"Sure, just turn around and drop your pants. You do have your suit, don't you?"

With my face beet red, I nodded. Although I knew that my hard-on had at least partially wilted from the awkwardness of the situation, I also knew that it wouldn't take much to get me fully aroused again.

Taking the tiny thong out of my pocket, I turned to face the corner of the room and unbuttoned my shorts. Hooking my thumbs inside the elastic waistband of my underwear, I bent over, drawing both my pants and the white briefs down my legs and onto the floor. In this position, my bare buttocks were directed toward my audience, and it suddenly dawned on me that the girls were probably getting an eyeful of my sphincter.

Quickly, I stood up, causing my thickened pole to flop up and down, bouncing off my lower abdomen. Leaning against the wall, Erika smiled broadly as she watched me unravel the straps of the suit. Turing slightly, I clenched my ass cheeks together and tried to shield my swinging cock as I bent over to step into the leg straps of the skimpy suit. I wondered if I looked as clumsy as I felt.

Carefully, I eased my balls into the bottom of the pouch and arranged what was left of the white cloth to conceal my swelling stalk. Although I wasn't yet fully erect, the weight of my heavy pole pressed against the thin nylon, bowing the waistband out away from my lower abdomen. Glancing down, I could see directly into the basket of my suit, the thick base of my cockshaft completely visible. My face felt like it was flaming.

"I think he's finally ready."

Taking a deep breath, I turned to face the girls, with my burgeoning log tenting the pouch out in front of me. All eyes immediately focused on the bulge between my legs. There was absolute silence as the girls stared, and I could feel the blush on my face spreading down my neck.

"Melissa, now why don't you take him around and introduce each of your friends?"

The tall blonde beamed at my trainer's suggestion. Again grasping my arm, she led me to the waiting girls, starting with the one on the far left. As we crossed the bright room, the distended front of my suit bobbed up and down with each step, keeping everyone's attention focused between my legs. Walking next to me, Melissa even leaned over so she could get a better look down into the gaping pouch.

I was sure my face was deep red by the time the young hostess introduced her first friend, a vaguely familiar looking brunette. Very short with her long dark hair pulled back off her shoulders into a ponytail, she wore a bright orange bikini, her large, heavy breasts spilling out both sides of the triangles of her bra. Erect and very excited, her oversized nipples pressed firmly against the thin nylon.

"This is Jocelyn. She was with me at the mall when you were trying on suits."

That's why she looked familiar. With her square face and broad cheekbones, she was attractive but not quite the striking beauty that her blonde friend was.

Meeting my gaze as she shook my hand, she dropped her large brown eyes to focus between my thighs. They grew wide and bright, almost glassy as she stared at the twitching bulge while pumping my hand up and down. I cleared my throat as I gazed down at the tanned valley of skin that disappeared into her bikini top.

"It's good to see you again, Miss Jocelyn."

The top-heavy brunette mumbled an inaudible reply. I was trying to stay calm, but her handshake was so vigorous that it caused the protruding lump in my suit to jiggle. Nodding her approval, Erika kept the introductions moving.

"Melissa, why don't you introduce your next friend?"

With her hand still on my upper arm, the young hostess guided me to the next guest, another brunette who was even shorter than Jocelyn. She had a dark tan and wore an electric blue string bikini. Heavy breasts, but not quite as full as Jocelyn's, filled her bra cups as they sloped away from her chest, topped with stiff nipples pressing eagerly against the bright nylon. A slim waist flared out into wide hips. With her remarkable blue eyes fixed on mine, she smiled as we approached. She was cute, with a little button of a nose and her dark straight hair clipped into a flattering pixie cut.

"This is Natalie."

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

Her eyes were twinkling, and she quickly dropped them below my waist before I could respond.

"And I'm glad to meet you as well, Miss Natalie."

I was talking to the top of her dark head as she gazed down at my throbbing pouch. With her hand still on my shoulder, Melissa began lightly caressing me, almost imperceptibly at first as her soft fingertips made tiny circles on my skin. She directed my attention to the adorable looking blonde next to Natalie.

"And this is Paige."

Paige wore the smallest bikini I'd ever seen, little more than a series of pink strings and three extremely narrow triangles. Her shallow breasts spilled out both sides of the tiny slivers of cloth with the curves filling her slim chest. Her amazing nipples were puckered and obviously erect, long stems sticking out through the thin nylon. The pink material was nearly sheer, clearly revealing the darker pink circles of her aureoles. Her blue eyes sparkled as she firmly shook my hand.

"I've been looking forward to meeting you."

"Oh?'

"Yes. Melissa has raved about you"

Deliberately, she let her eyes fall down to my throbbing crotch. I blushed as she continued, her thin straight hair falling down the sides of her pale face.

"About how well-endowed you are."

My blush swept down my neck as she kept shaking my hand, studying the bobbing pouch of my white swimsuit. With her fingers running lightly across my shoulder blades, Melissa guided me on to the next guest, forcing the slim blonde to break off the prolonged handshake. I shivered as she introduced the next girl, a raven haired beauty of medium height with long legs and pale skin.

"This is Savannah."

Full red lips were curved in sly smile as she extended her hand. Her high, shallow breasts were barely concealed by the light blue slivers of nylon that functioned as a bikini top. In stark contrast to the deep red of her lips, her clear blue eyes picked up the pale shade of her swimsuit.

"I've heard a lot about you as well, Bill."

"You have?"

"Oh yes, from Jocelyn. She was particularly impressed with how your large dick is."