WVC Ch. 18: The Massage Class

"Yvette, trade places with Lynn."

As there was more shuffling around the table, the girl posting up and down my throbbing log reluctantly released her firm. The new girl, Yvette started to curl her hand around my cockshaft when Ms. Grigsby stopped her.

"No, climb up onto the table like I was before."

Releasing her initial grip, she circled around and mounted the table to standing over me, both feet planted on either side of my covered face. After stepping over my shoulders so that she was straddling my torso, she hesitated.

"Sit on his chest."

"But won't that hurt him?"

Louise laughed out loud.

"Not at all. When a man is this excited, he'll put up with a lot to get a pretty girl to play with his penis."

Gingerly, I felt her rest her weight on my upper abdomen, my quivering cock within easy reach. And like the brunette teacher, the heat exuding from between her thighs was quite noticeable on my skin.

"Good. Now use both hands and grasp his penis."

I caught my breath as she leaned over and obediently wrapped both fists around the middle of my quivering shaft.

"That's it. Now squeeze and pump, squeeze and pump."

Working gingerly, the girl began to stroke my hard-on, a very tentative double fisted hand job. Although she didn't seem to have as much experience as Lynn, she wasn't a complete novice either. She warmed up rapidly, so that after just a few strokes, Yvette was energetically posting her fists up and down the entire length of my bloated pole.

"Look, Miss Grigsby! The hole at the tip has opened up!"

It seemed as if on cue, everyone paused their massage and leaned over my exposed crotch to look. Under the towel, I blushed as the girl on my chest exclaimed.

"And now it's starting to leak!"

"That's excellent! That clear fluid seeping from his urethra, that's the lubrication that I was talking about earlier."

Spurred on by the visible response to her effort, Yvette redoubled her two fisted jacking of my now drooling cock. As the girls resumed their light stroking, feathery fingertips running up and down my legs, soft caresses over my chest and stiff nipples, Ms. Grigsby continued.

"I'd heard that he generated a large quantity of pre-ejaculation liquid. Judging by the amount flowing out of his penis, I'd have to say that report appears to be accurate."

Smick, smick, smick -- the fluid dribbling down my stalk must have covered Yvette's hands by now, and she seemed to have a much easier time pumping my rigid pole.

"Wow! Look at it pour out of his dickhole!"

My face was beet red, and I could feel the flush spreading across my shoulders, but I was certain no one noticed. They were too busy examining my leaking hard-on.

"Yes, Steph, he does seem to be quite the gusher. But it is also a cautionary signal for us. A male produces that slick fluid in order to ease the entrance of his stiff penis into a woman's vagina, her pussy."

Panting now, I began squeezing my buttocks together in time with those relentless fists, titling my hips up so my oozing cock could receive the full impact of Yvette's enthusiastic pumping. Smick, smick, smick -- I could feel a familiar churning in my balls.

"It's a signal for us since it immediately precedes the male's ejaculation."

She paused as I rose up off the table, shoving my hips upward to thrust my swollen pole deeper into the seated girl's firm grasp.

"Wow! His penis seems to have gotten even bigger"

'That's because he's about to cum. Yvette, you better stop before he has an accident."

Immediately, the girl straddling my stomach released her double fisted grip of my drooling hard-on, leaving it to jerk and twitch urgently. Rising up from the table, I humped the air above me, trying desperately to find some resistance so I could cum. Not a word was said as I bounced up and down on the table top, my throbbing hard-on flopping like a landed fish against my lower abdomen.

"Wow!"

Suddenly, I realized how ludicrous I looked, my face covered by the tiny towel, my dribbling cock frantic for release, and surrounded by six coeds and one teacher. Panting beneath the tiny square of cloth, I tried to catch my breath.

The girls had stopped their massaging as I approached a climax, and now, one by one, they removed their hands until no one was touching me. In the silence that followed, Ms. Grigsby cleared her throat.

"It appears that we stopped just in time."

She whisked the towel off my face and the overhead lights blinded me. Squinting, I saw that all the girls were still gathered around the table, staring down at my exposed crotch as my cock continued to quiver.

"Bill, class is now over and we thank you for your participation tonight. You've given us a memorable evening, one that we won't forget."

By this time, my eyes had grown accustomed to the lights. Lifting my head to scan the girls surrounding the table, I realized that every member of the class had shed her robe.

Louise wore a sheer bra and a pair of gray tennis shorts pulled tightly up into her crotch, outlining the plump lips of her pussy. The narrow triangles of her bra struggled to contain the rounded globes of her breasts, the lacy cloth clearly revealing her nipples, dark brown and oval shaped. Her stiff buttons pressed eagerly against the shimmering material, stiff and erect, and nearly a full inch long. My cock throbbed as I admired them.

"You may get down from the table now."

Feeling a bit groggy, I struggled to sit up. After I swung my legs over the edge, I paused with my raging hard-on sticking straight up from between my thighs. Beside the slim teacher stood Stephanie, the little brunette with the small pointed breasts. Arching her back slightly, she proudly thrust her firm mounds out toward me. She too wore a skimpy bra, one that was sheer enough so I could appreciate her dark brown nipples as they puckered the filmy cloth.

Louise stepped forward to slide one warm hand around my shoulders and help me down from the table. Gingerly, I slid off the top, my jutting hard-on swaying heavily before me. Glancing around the circle, I saw that two girls that wore some type of swimsuit top. Danielle, the stunning black girl, sported a white bandeau that contrasted sharply with her skin while the willowy redhead wore a modest blue top that highlighted her eyes.

Unsteadily, I stood up and stretched, blushing when I realized that arching my back thrust my quivering hard-on out toward the busty blonde with the long gorgeous hair. Openly staring down between my legs, Amber's jaw dropped.

"That fluid is still coming out of his dick!"

Feeling the flush in my face spread down my neck, I looked down and saw that the stocky blonde was right. My twitching cock was dripping onto the floor. As she leaned over to get a better look, her heavy breasts swayed on her chest, barely contained in the transparent panels of her bra. Through the shiny material, I could see the pale brown nipples were hard and stiff, jutting out toward me.

Next to her stood Yvette, the Hispanic girl who'd been sitting on me. She too leaned over as she gazed at my oozing cockhead, her full mounds spilling from both sides of her black bra. Through the diaphanous lace, I could see that of large nipples were dark and round, the areola nearly two inches across.

As the blush crept over my shoulder and down my chest, my stiff cock enthusiastically bobbed up and down, depositing more drops of my fluid on the floor between my feet. Fascinated by the resilience of my hard-on, the tall black girl and Lynn, the petite brunette with the bright blue eyes crowded closer.

With her arm still around my shoulders, Louise pulled me away from the eager audience. Stumbling backwards caused my jutting erection to bounce wildly, slapping against my thighs as I turned to the chair holding my clothes. As I began to dress, my stiff pole was still swinging back and forth.

Since the girls had used a lubricating lotion to massage me, I was surprised that my skin didn't seem oily at all. Pulling on my pants and t-shirt, I didn't notice any trace of the cream. Stuffing my still swollen cock into my shorts was difficult and as I turned to go, I was embarrassed to find that the enormous bulge in my crotch drew so many eyes.

Her brown eyes shining, Ms. Grigsby came forward, her rounded breasts swaying inside the flimsy bra cups, her excited nipples poking through the shiny lace. Extending her hand, she grinned as we shook, her gaze darting below my waist as she spoke.

"Perhaps you can return as massage subject?"

I nodded, feeling my cock throb within the snug pants.

"I'd like that."

Dropping her eyes again, her smile broadened.

"Yes, I can see that you would."

My blush quickly returned as the girls giggled behind her.

"And maybe next time, we won't leave you in such a state of extreme arousal."

Beet red, I released her firm grip and turned away.

"Good bye, Bill."

Still blushing, I turned partly around and waved. I don't know who voiced the farewell, but they all waved back, even the shy redhead, who uncrossed her arms to raise her hand. The vision of her shallow breasts, lightly restrained by two gauzy triangles with just a hint of the pink nipples peeking back at me stayed with me in my trip back to my dorm.

Carrying the raging hard-on between my legs made for an awkward walk across campus. I was just grateful that it was after dusk, and that there weren't many coeds out.

I had really had difficulty falling asleep, tossing and turning long into the night. My cock wouldn't relax, staying hard and full as I lay on my bed. Finally, after about three hours, I drifted off.

The next morning I awoke groggy, and with most of my muscles sore but relaxed. I guess I had received a more thorough massage than I realized. But one muscle was still hard, the long thick one between my legs.