Many thanks to 12yknot for his editing and proofreading help.
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When the sunlight came streaming through my dorm room window, I finally woke up. According to the clock by my bed, it was 12:30 in the afternoon, Saturday April 25. Totally exhausted from my third training session the night before (WVC Ch.26: Training #3), I'd fallen asleep on top of the covers without a stitch of clothes on, curled up on my side.
Rolling off the bed, I padded to the bathroom with my heavy cock swinging loosely between my thighs and realized that my muscles felt unusually stiff. As I stood over the toilet bowl, I saw the reddened stripes on my cock. Three distinct welts decorated it, one lay across the thickened middle of my shaft while the other two adorned the head. The one at the very tip I remembered well. It was the result of the last blow Mistress Shannon had given me.
After I emptied my bladder, I checked my back and shoulders in the mirror over the sink. The damage was bad. A series of swollen ridges spread across my upper back, mostly perpendicular to my shoulders while my backside was the worst of all. Like fine latticework, the welts covered nearly every inch of my butt. The vertical strokes must have come from Mistress Carolyn when I was between her thighs, and the nasty looking ones that were horizontal could only have come from the other mistress, the leather clad brunette.
There was nothing to eat in the room and I was getting hungry, so I decided to make a run to the Student Center to stock up on supplies. Then I could hide out for the rest of weekend and heal. I'd just finished washing my hands and face when there was a knock at my door.
Not expecting any visitors, I didn't know where my robe was so I grabbed a towel on my way out of the bathroom. As I wrapped it around my waist, I peered through the tiny peep hole in the door to see who it was.
The shapely black girl with the dreadlocks from across the hall was whispering excitedly with her two companions. One was Jennifer, the cute blonde with glasses who'd introduced us, and the other was a slim black girl with close cropped hair who I'd never seen before. Beneath the small towel, my cock twitched as I remembered how enthusiastic Jennifer had been about sucking my cock.
The knock came again, more insistently this time. And then I remembered her name -Chandra.
I hesitated, recalling Erika's warning the last time these two were in my dorm room. And I really didn't want a repeat of last night. Giggling and whispering voices came through the door as they knocked a third time. I held my breath, and it suddenly occurred to me that if I didn't answer, they might just go away. More whispering, and then it went quiet.
Glancing through the peep hole, I saw they had gone. Turning to get dressed, I had a twinge of regret. They probably just wanted a homework assignment, or something else just as innocuous. I opted for a pair of loose shorts so that the fabric wouldn't dig into the sensitive skin on my backside. I didn't need more irritation, and for that same reason, I pulled on a bright blue Hawaiian shirt, one that was loose across my flaming back. By the time I stepped into my sandals and locked the door behind me, I'd forgotten all about the girls that had been knocking there earlier.
"Hey Bill!"
I was halfway down the hall when Chandra called out. Apprehensively, I stopped before I reached the stairwell and turned to watch her approach. With her dreadlocks swinging and her full chest swaying beneath the yellow tailored blouse, she trotted down the narrow passage, smiling broadly.
"I was looking for you earlier."
"Oh."
"Yeah, I knocked on your door."
"I must have been in the shower."
Glancing up at my head, she smiled. I realized that my hair was dry, and probably didn't lend any support to my white lie. But she kept smiling anyway.
"I have a good friend of mine who wants to meet you."
"Me? She wants to meet me?"
Her dreadlocks bounced as she nodded.
"I've told her all about you, and she can't wait to meet you."
"But why does she meet me?"
A door opened down the hall and a willowy blonde emerged, pausing long enough to lock her door before proceeding toward us. With her black eyes sparkling, Chandra took my arm and turned me around. Leading me down the stairs, she leaned against me, pressing one full breast into my skin as she whispered.
"She can't believe a white boy could have as big a dick as yours."
Inside my loose pants, my cock twitched. As we walked down the first set of stairs, it dawned on me that wearing a pair of baggy shorts without any underwear might not have been such a good idea. I could feel the air circulating around my head and shaft of my cock as the pant leg billowed around my thighs. If I developed a full erection, it was going to be impossible to conceal.
When we reached the next landing, Chandra swung me around and pressed her shapely body into mine, pinning my back against the wall. Still gripping my arm, she straddled my leg and shimmied her full breasts lazily against my chest. Her voice was a whisper as her black eyes sparkled.
"I went into great detail about your dick, but she doesn't believe me. She insists on seeing it for herself."
I could feel the blood starting to flow below my waist. She must have felt it too. Locating my thickening log as it hung down left pant leg, she rubbed her thigh against me, causing my slowly swelling cock to slide back and forth beneath the loose cotton. If it kept growing, I wasn't sure that the pant leg would be long enough to hide it.
"So what are you doing this afternoon?"
Gently extricating myself, I glanced downstairs to see a pair of coeds coming up, chattering away. I took Chandra's arm and positioned her to block the girl's view of my bloated crotch. She had amused grin on her pretty face as she watched me. After they passed us, she took my arm again and led me down to the main floor below, repeating.
"What about this afternoon?"
"I'm kind of behind on my studies. I was planning to catch up."
"You going to be studying in your dorm room then? You might need a little break."
The wicked gleam in her eyes left no doubt as to what kind of break she meant. As we finally reached the ground floor, I untangled my arm from hers and took a tentative step toward the front door.
"Maybe. I don't know."
She pouted as I took another step away. Crossing her arms lifted her substantial breasts higher.
"I'll see you later, Chandra."
"I hope so."
And I beat a hasty retreat, out the double doors and down the wide steps, trying to minimize the sway of my heavy cock inside my pants. I figured the only way I could control an unwanted erection was to stuff my fists into the front pockets, ready to squeeze any potential swelling before it took hold. Also, I could keep it from moving around too much as well.
On my way to the Student Center, I ran into the athletic black girl from the Club, the swimmer who'd been with Erika that first afternoon at the pool (WVC Ch:11 - the Pool Workout #1). I recognized her distinctive swagger from a distance.
As she drew closer, she waved at me. With the bright sunlight glinting off the pair of tight white shorts that hugged her slim hips and the sleeveless pale pink blouse, she looked great. Struck by how strong her thighs appeared, I kept my hands jammed in my pockets as she smiled.
"Hi, Bill. I'm Lydia. You remember me, right?"
Blushing slightly, I nodded, pulling my hand out of my pocket to shake hers when she extended it. Her grip was warm and firm.
"Of course I do."
"It's funny. We were just talking about you."
"We?"
"Me and Erika. She was trying to reach you on the phone."
"Oh. I guess I left it in my room. Sorry."
"That's okay. What are you doing now?"
"Um, I was on my way to get something to eat."
"Come with me back to the Sig house. You can grab a bite there. I know Erika that needed to talk to you."
Taking my left arm, she turned me toward the imposing structure that was only a short walk in the other direction. Keeping that one hand deep in my pocket, I feebly protested.
"But I thought you had belong to the sorority? Or at least to the eating club?"
She shrugged her broad shoulders as we set off together.
"It'll be okay. I'm the Pledge Director.'
Purposefully striding down the walkway, she continued.
"The food's is actually pretty good, and you already know quite a few of the sisters."
"I do?"
"Uh huh."
I could feel the heat from her body as she clung to my arm. Inside my loose shorts, my cock hung down, bouncing off my left thigh as we crossed the sunny campus.
"Who will I know? I thought all the sisters of Sigma Epsilon were upperclassmen, uh -women."
"They are. You can't move in until you're a sophomore."
She hesitated before adding.
"All of the Club members live there."
"All of them?"
"Yep. And everyone knows who you are."
With my foot on the bottom step, I stopped abruptly and looked at her.
"They do?"
She grinned back at me and gently tugged on my arm, guiding me up the stairs.
"Oh yeah. You're developing quite the reputation, at least here in the sorority."
"Oh."
I wasn't sure how to interpret that. We topped the stairs and started to cross the wide porch that covered the entire front of the red brick building.
"Come on in and we'll get you something to eat. Erika will be delighted that I've found you."
I let her escort me toward the massive front door. As we approached, it swung open and a trio of attractive coeds emerged, laughing over a private joke until they spotted us. As we approached, all three fell silent, two full bodied blondes and a pretty, round faced girl with short black hair and dark skin who looked Hispanic. She and one of the blondes seemed vaguely familiar. All of them looked surprised to see me.
"Bill, what are you doing here?"
A chesty blonde with gorgeous waist length hair was the speaker. It really bothered me that I knew her from somewhere, and couldn't remember. Lydia began to steer me toward the open door as she explained.
"He's just going to grab a quick lunch."
All about the same height, each had an impressive pair of breasts pressing against their t-shirts. The modest endowment of the black girl who had me in tow paled by comparison, and I could feel blood starting to flow below my waist. Lydia wrinkled her brow as she paused in the doorway, staring at the blonde with her gorgeous tresses who wore her hair pulled back off her shoulders in a long, flowing ponytail.
"Amber, how do you know Bill?"
